My name is jaja. I am a
25 years old guy from
Damascus,
Syria.
About myself I can say the following: I have
brown eyes. I
have a few extra pounds and I am
tall.
I'm
straight and at present I
am single.
I'm here
for making friends,
for chatting and
for dating.
Briefly about my habits: I
sleep little.
I smoke.
I
do not have children, maybe someday.
On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha.
You can hear the engine moanin' out his one long one note song .
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before .
But your thoughts will be wandering the way they always do .
When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do .
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through .
Here I am ,
On the road again .
There I am ,
Up on the stage .
Here I go ,
Playin' star again .
There I go ,
Turn the page .
Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road .
And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold .
You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explode.
Most times you can't hear them talk, other times you can .
All the same old clichй's, "Is that a woman or a man?" .
And you always seem outnumbered, you don'