The Right Way

How do I start..

The first time I did this I didn’t really do a good job, or perhaps the better way to put it would be that I didn’t do it right. This blog was meant to be an expression of my internal struggle either of past or of present nature. Instead and as usual I have used the blog as a tool for gaining attention so this is me stating with a clean sleight:

With the help of time I have managed to become the things I hate the most. First and in my opinion the worst is that I have become a hypocrite. I have become the person which I speak so ill of. The person I trash and reduce to a mere particle with just a glance in their direction.

I have become that particle.

And ow my god the lies the deceit so incredible, that I find my self a member of the audience as I tell the tale. What have I become? Is there no way to just pass go collect 200 and start over?

I lead a parallel life one internally and the other externally. I put on a mask and smile, if you were to see me it would seem as though I do not have a care in the world. That I have everything under control with no lose end left untied. But its all lies every single charade every single uproar, all just a mask.

When I speak my voice carries its self so steadily to every presence in the room so there is no hesitation as to who I am. Ahaha but alas as we all know nothing fake ever lasts including strength built upon a memory. The force of my voice as I scream alone in the dark, while my lungs bleed for air seems to just bounce off the walls and into my head, where it amplifies its self far away from anyone’s ears.

I have encaged myself within my mind, entrapped myself within my own body hidden below layers of skin muscle fat and blood. My true self seems only to stem out throw the tips of my fingers and onto this screen.

Hello this is me.

Gazz

Gazz is a favorite pastime for many, a good way to spend time and feel good about your self afterwards (sometimes: P). You know when your driving around and there is always this one person who thinks that they are better then everyone else, yet they are cruse-ing just the same. I was trying to figure out why people who don’t gizz go to collect numbers go gizzing in the first place. I came up with two reasons but if there are more please feel free to add them.

The first reason would be: that they are feeling down and possibly depressed or fed up with life around then. So they drive around to gain a feeling of existence hoping it will blow life back into their veins; giving them some reassurance that they in fact do exist.

The second reason would be that they need a self esteem boost. Just as simply as that, they are feeling ugly and want to feel godly. So they pile on the layers of makeup, try as much as possible to perfect their appearance. Then they drive around to get attention hoping that the high will last longer this time.

The third reason would be to check out the competition, scan the area to find out what they are up against. Of course this is most likely due to complete boredom, but none the less seems a reasonable assumption. I hope that people don’t judge the completion biased on what they see, because if so one could be led to believe that there is even hope for sheep.

Question

Where do all the petty ppl chill? :P

Question

If you were both hungry and sleepy, which would you do eat or sleep?

Forgotten

Bi3tni bir5ee9

*wadi3 hurayra ina al rukab murta7ilon

Inconsideration

Today I heard a disturbing story regarding how people are harsh in delivering bad news. Ripping the band aid off as fast as you can doesn’t seem an appropriate approach in every situation. A while back there was a car accident and it ended up killing three young boys all at once (allah yir7amhoom). It came time to deliver the news to the parents of one of these boys. You would expect that the cops might take a trip down to the house and deliver the news in person, or even make a call telling the parents to come to the station because their son has been in an accident. Do you know what they did instead they called the moms cell phone and asked for the dad the following is the conversation took place:

Cop: Are you the parent of ……

Dad: Yeah

Cop: Your son died, we need u to come down to the station.

Just like that!! From what I heard the dad threw the phone in a window and broke it. Seriously what are people thinking, is there no sense of compassion anymore. The man could have died on the spot, is there no consideration.

Jeff Dunham - Achmed the Dead Terrorist

this guy has talent, this is only one of his acts you should watch some of his other works. Its actually funnier then this one.