I don't really feel like writing, but I realized that I hadn't posted anything on the blog in a while now .. I didn't have internet for 2 days though, so I can just blame it on that, maybe.
Plus, I'm in a blah mood, because I'm going back in less than 24 hours. Back to Philadelphia!
And it's been one hell of a time here - 3 months to be exact. It's probably been said a million times before, but I can't resist - time does fly by really fast.
I didn't feel this way when I left the first time, 9 months ago, but I'm really going to miss Riyadh, my Parents, and all the lousy blokes I call friends.
Specially Sam, Lala, and Panda. Feel special.
And my Dad, and how he keeps telling me how much my Mom missed me, when in all actuality, it's him that did. Probably even more than my mom did.
And my Mom, that starts crying out of nowhere at all, right after she says things like "So what if you're going back, you'll be back in Riyadh in no time =]" I <3 me Mom.
Also her cooking. God, my mom is definitely the best cook in the world.
And my idiot brother. Whose turning out to be more like me every day, and I wonder sometimes if that's a good thing. But it has to be.
And my other idiot brother, who can't get enough of the World Wresting Entertainment, for some odd reason. He even literally dreams about it, and talks about nothing else, at all. *sigh* I'm just waiting till he finds a girlfriend.
And my idiot sister, who always hides behind my mom and whispers things into her ears, which in turn my Mom says to me. It's funny, because I always say No to them, by adding; "I was going to do that just now, but now that you've mentioned it, I'm thinking otherwise..."
Evil.
Khair, I am looking forward to a Philosophy and Graphic Designs class. Should be fun.
I am dreading however, the packing process. And I'll have this weird feeling in my stomach that's begun now, till the time I'm in my apartment in Philly and I have all my possessed belongings within my sight. *sigh*
I miss Elmo =[ You better come back and be reading all this, you idiot.
Ok, I can't think of anything to write, and staring at the aquarium isn't helping. I'm going to take leave now =]
This isn't like a, farewell to Riyadh, post or anything, so pardon me if I'm missing anything or if this is too abrupt.
Much love.
Aug 30, 2009
Aug 25, 2009
Freakin' Fabulous Award
Ok, I'm not quite sure how this works, really, but BoogieMonsterMan (drum roll and monster sounds) tagged me on her blog, and decided I deserve the freakin' fabulous award.
Much love =]
The rules for this award:
* List 5 obsessions
* Pass the award to 5 other blogs, with their links
* Make sure you leave a comment on their blog, so they know about it
* Link to the person that gave you the award.
So, people that know me well probably already know what my obsessions are, right. In fact, I believe there are so many, that it's going to be hard to list only 5. And bear in mind, they're in no specific order! Let's continue =]
1. Megan Fox. It's true, you know it, I know it. I <3 Megan Fox. End of story.
2. Colors. If we don't acknowledge and appreciate ever color ever produced, I have a feeling God wouldn't like that somehow. Hell, I wouldn't like that somehow! Colors are the best thing to happen to man kind since eyes.
3. Writing/reading/information gathering/philosphy/psychology/astrology. I was born to think. With a name like Danish, and a star sign like Gemini - I can't imagine myself doing anything else. I need to find things out, and I obsess about information =]
4. Gadgets, technology. I am to technology, what Wine Testers are to wine.
5. Pictures/Photography. And sometimes I wish I could take pictures of how I see things directly through my eyes, because it's so darn hard to get the essence of it and what not down in a single picture. But I try!
Now, the list could only be 5 things long, because of well, the rules. But, I have so many obsessions, this post would be incomplete without a few honorable mentions.
* Wristbands and other sorts of thingies like wristbands.
* People, and finding out about their personalities.
* Wordplay.
Ok, now the part where I tag other people, riiight.
I tag;
1. BoogieMonsterMan herself =] Much wuv.
2. Rija. (Red Arabian Dust)
3. "Angel Eyes" (Life Story of a Crazy Girl)
4. Nobia (Purple Stilletos)
5. Sam (Duct Tape Nation)
Can I bend the rules just a wee bit and also squeeze in Rida? kthx! ^__^
6. Rida ^_____^ (Reeedhaw)
That is all =] Remember to link back to me!
Much love =]
The rules for this award:
* List 5 obsessions
* Pass the award to 5 other blogs, with their links
* Make sure you leave a comment on their blog, so they know about it
* Link to the person that gave you the award.
So, people that know me well probably already know what my obsessions are, right. In fact, I believe there are so many, that it's going to be hard to list only 5. And bear in mind, they're in no specific order! Let's continue =]
1. Megan Fox. It's true, you know it, I know it. I <3 Megan Fox. End of story.
2. Colors. If we don't acknowledge and appreciate ever color ever produced, I have a feeling God wouldn't like that somehow. Hell, I wouldn't like that somehow! Colors are the best thing to happen to man kind since eyes.
3. Writing/reading/information gathering/philosphy/psychology/astrology. I was born to think. With a name like Danish, and a star sign like Gemini - I can't imagine myself doing anything else. I need to find things out, and I obsess about information =]
4. Gadgets, technology. I am to technology, what Wine Testers are to wine.
5. Pictures/Photography. And sometimes I wish I could take pictures of how I see things directly through my eyes, because it's so darn hard to get the essence of it and what not down in a single picture. But I try!
Now, the list could only be 5 things long, because of well, the rules. But, I have so many obsessions, this post would be incomplete without a few honorable mentions.
* Wristbands and other sorts of thingies like wristbands.
* People, and finding out about their personalities.
* Wordplay.
Ok, now the part where I tag other people, riiight.
I tag;
1. BoogieMonsterMan herself =] Much wuv.
2. Rija. (Red Arabian Dust)
3. "Angel Eyes" (Life Story of a Crazy Girl)
4. Nobia (Purple Stilletos)
5. Sam (Duct Tape Nation)
Can I bend the rules just a wee bit and also squeeze in Rida? kthx! ^__^
6. Rida ^_____^ (Reeedhaw)
That is all =] Remember to link back to me!
Aug 24, 2009
=[
When I have dreams, they're usually so vivid - I wake up believing them for a few minutes.
I know you're supposed to forget and move on, when you have a nightmare. I know you're supposed to tell everyone and be happy, if you see a good dream.
What do you do, when you see a dream that you want to come true, but only wake up to find that it's not true?
It's like God teasing you. *sigh*
I know you're supposed to forget and move on, when you have a nightmare. I know you're supposed to tell everyone and be happy, if you see a good dream.
What do you do, when you see a dream that you want to come true, but only wake up to find that it's not true?
It's like God teasing you. *sigh*
Aug 23, 2009
Oh snap, there goes my brain
Maybe I don't want to be happy.
Maybe I'm just self sabotaging.
Maybe I'm not looking for anything at all.
Maybe I'm just having an episode at the moment.
Maybe my life is supposed to be, one big episode.
It seems like it, sometimes.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother thinking so much.
Then I ponder about whether I want to be happy or not, to begin with. And it all repeats itself ...
Maybe I'm just self sabotaging.
Maybe I'm not looking for anything at all.
Maybe I'm just having an episode at the moment.
Maybe my life is supposed to be, one big episode.
It seems like it, sometimes.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother thinking so much.
Then I ponder about whether I want to be happy or not, to begin with. And it all repeats itself ...
Looking for something
Life sucks. That's about it, really.
I hate it, I don't know about you. But I do.
It most definitely isn't as fun as it should be, or has the potential of being.
In fact, it's the opposite. It sucks. I hate it.
I don't know whether I'm depressed, or angry, but it feels like a little of both.
And I hate it.
And there's nothing anyone, or anything, can do about it.
Thank you for coming though. What did you come looking for?
I hate it, I don't know about you. But I do.
It most definitely isn't as fun as it should be, or has the potential of being.
In fact, it's the opposite. It sucks. I hate it.
I don't know whether I'm depressed, or angry, but it feels like a little of both.
And I hate it.
And there's nothing anyone, or anything, can do about it.
Thank you for coming though. What did you come looking for?
Aug 22, 2009
Here's to the dream
Screw this. Seriously.
Nothing is worth it. Nothing. Nothing is worth you, stressing or worrying over.
NOTHING AT ALL.
Nothing matters, really. Nothing. Stop working for a good future, hoping to live your dream. You're not even promised a tomorrow. You aren't, really. You might not be here in a matter of days, yet, we cry over our futures - trying to build one. Trying to build THE perfect future.
And who set the bar as to what the perfect future is? Us, humans. Rather, OTHER humans. That's how it is for most of us, isn't it? It isn't OUR perfect future, it's the perfect future people before us has set down in books as the PERFECT future.
A wife, a car, a good paying job, a million dollar house. A few kids, running around here and there.
Perfect future? American dream? A "good" life?
Really?
What about why we are alive? What about why we're HERE, of all places. What about God insisting there's only one of him, yet there being so many Gods in the minds of all the 'different people' all over the world? Why?
What about us all being human, yet everyone owning a passport that's a different color?
What about all of us, not living life for free, and working our asses off, till the day we die, only to somehow survive in this world - where you NEED to be a part of the system in order to maintain and achieve the PERFECT life.
Why are we working our assess off, to get to the perfect life - where we believe we'll be satisfied, with our cars, our wife (or wives), our million dollar palace, and our little children. Will we be? Satisfied? EVER?
Why bother, trying to get into a relationship? Is being Single not the same as, finding someone, getting your heart broken - as cliche' as you and I both know that is, and then distrusting every other male/female on planet earth? Is it not the same, to screw fidelity, and expect the same - so you don't get your expectations down? Yes it is. Don't expect from the world, what it can't deliver. We're all humans, not Gods. We're not perfect, no one is.
Stop expecting anyone to be.
In absentia of our hopes and our pride, you and I could've survived. But we can't.
It's just wouldn't be human.
Nothing is worth it. Nothing. Nothing is worth you, stressing or worrying over.
NOTHING AT ALL.
Nothing matters, really. Nothing. Stop working for a good future, hoping to live your dream. You're not even promised a tomorrow. You aren't, really. You might not be here in a matter of days, yet, we cry over our futures - trying to build one. Trying to build THE perfect future.
And who set the bar as to what the perfect future is? Us, humans. Rather, OTHER humans. That's how it is for most of us, isn't it? It isn't OUR perfect future, it's the perfect future people before us has set down in books as the PERFECT future.
A wife, a car, a good paying job, a million dollar house. A few kids, running around here and there.
Perfect future? American dream? A "good" life?
Really?
What about why we are alive? What about why we're HERE, of all places. What about God insisting there's only one of him, yet there being so many Gods in the minds of all the 'different people' all over the world? Why?
What about us all being human, yet everyone owning a passport that's a different color?
What about all of us, not living life for free, and working our asses off, till the day we die, only to somehow survive in this world - where you NEED to be a part of the system in order to maintain and achieve the PERFECT life.
Why are we working our assess off, to get to the perfect life - where we believe we'll be satisfied, with our cars, our wife (or wives), our million dollar palace, and our little children. Will we be? Satisfied? EVER?
Why bother, trying to get into a relationship? Is being Single not the same as, finding someone, getting your heart broken - as cliche' as you and I both know that is, and then distrusting every other male/female on planet earth? Is it not the same, to screw fidelity, and expect the same - so you don't get your expectations down? Yes it is. Don't expect from the world, what it can't deliver. We're all humans, not Gods. We're not perfect, no one is.
Stop expecting anyone to be.
In absentia of our hopes and our pride, you and I could've survived. But we can't.
It's just wouldn't be human.
Lists and what not
One of the hardest things to do is picking out a frame for your future seeing glasses. I mean, seriously. Why are there so many kinds?!
Rimless, frame-less (don't know if that's the same thing or not), with all these colors, and what not. It confuses the crap out of me, more than Socrates ever did.
I despise it, to say the least, much like I despise almost everything else. And I had to do just that today; pick out a frame.
But I've learnt this new trick, to not really give a crap and worry so much about detail when picking things out, and rather growing into them as time progresses.
Even though, as I type this, I'm having second thoughts about the frame I did actually pick, and wondering if I made the right choice. "Right choice considering what?" asks another voice in my head. I'm only going to use them to actually be able to see, right? Right. Like that's why they have so many colors and types to them.
That's why contact lenses were invented. Well, probably one of the reasons anyway.
How do you like the new theme by the way? I have all these new logos I designed, but they work better with a gray color scheme. And I want to use this one, for a while at least. Megan Fox <3 MmMm.
Ooh, almost forgot. BoogieMonsterMan did this list of things she collects, and I realize that I collect things too, and therefore I must make a list too. Besides, she 'tagged' me in her post, and it's probably now my duty or something to carry forth the torch. Or something like that, anyway. Here it goes;
1. Friends. Not in a materialistic and selfish way, no, but I like having as many friends as possible. And if not friends, then lets just say, associates. People I like being associated with, and therefore, using when need comes. No, not USING as per se, Using, as in ... well, you know, when you want something, and only a certain someone can get it for you? Ok, step out of my life for a while, you are definitely not getting it.
2. Cell Phones. And all other sorts of gadgets, in fact. If it has been invented, I absolutely must own one. That's the rule. Uh, huh. It is, too. And if you know me, you probably already know this too. No, I'm not materialistic, I just love owning things. Yes, there's a difference. Cell phones, digital cameras, mp3 players. All of the above. I just love technology, is all.
3. Pictures. Yes, pictures. I have to has a large collection of pictures of whatever thing it is like. For example; Gibson Les Pauls, Megan Fox and Jessica Alba, and Mitsubishi Lancer Evos'.
4. MUSIC! I has to have discographies of whatever artist it is that I have a fresh interest in. Absolutely.
5. Wristbands and other jewelry/accessories of sorts. Specially silver and/or bright colored stuff. I love, love, owning as much pieces of flair as I possibly can, as lame as pieces of flair sounds. Even if I don't have room on my wrists for any of it anymore. And even if it is preserved inside the closets of my immediate home. I still must have it! Bottom line.
6. People. Oh wait, did I already say friends?
7. Information. Does that work? It's still being ''collected'', right? Yes.
8. Pens and pencils. Colored pencils, too.
9. Notebooks, just like BoogieMonsterMan, yes.
10. Business cards. Or any other card or piece of paper that can fit in my wallet, actually.
11. Books!! How could I ever forget books. Grrrr. BOOKS!!!
12. Keychains! =]
13. Good photography. Yes! Go take a look at my deviantArt page, under ''collections'' ^__^
14. I still have a LOT of pokemon cards. And I'm not throwing them away. Does that count? Gotta catch em' all! I think I actually did, in fact. Catch em all. The card versions, anyway.
15. Perfumes and colognes! How could I forget. Calvin Klein One, Be, Truth, Eternity, Man, Obsession, Euphoria, Dunhill Fresh, Davidoff Cool Water, Ferrari Black, Allure Homme Sport, Aspen, Armani Black Code, Dunhill Desire Red, Basi Homme by Armand Basi ... God, I love lists.
16. Watches.
Aargh, have to run, can't stay and finish the list. Maybe later!
Rimless, frame-less (don't know if that's the same thing or not), with all these colors, and what not. It confuses the crap out of me, more than Socrates ever did.
I despise it, to say the least, much like I despise almost everything else. And I had to do just that today; pick out a frame.
But I've learnt this new trick, to not really give a crap and worry so much about detail when picking things out, and rather growing into them as time progresses.
Even though, as I type this, I'm having second thoughts about the frame I did actually pick, and wondering if I made the right choice. "Right choice considering what?" asks another voice in my head. I'm only going to use them to actually be able to see, right? Right. Like that's why they have so many colors and types to them.
That's why contact lenses were invented. Well, probably one of the reasons anyway.
How do you like the new theme by the way? I have all these new logos I designed, but they work better with a gray color scheme. And I want to use this one, for a while at least. Megan Fox <3 MmMm.
Ooh, almost forgot. BoogieMonsterMan did this list of things she collects, and I realize that I collect things too, and therefore I must make a list too. Besides, she 'tagged' me in her post, and it's probably now my duty or something to carry forth the torch. Or something like that, anyway. Here it goes;
1. Friends. Not in a materialistic and selfish way, no, but I like having as many friends as possible. And if not friends, then lets just say, associates. People I like being associated with, and therefore, using when need comes. No, not USING as per se, Using, as in ... well, you know, when you want something, and only a certain someone can get it for you? Ok, step out of my life for a while, you are definitely not getting it.
2. Cell Phones. And all other sorts of gadgets, in fact. If it has been invented, I absolutely must own one. That's the rule. Uh, huh. It is, too. And if you know me, you probably already know this too. No, I'm not materialistic, I just love owning things. Yes, there's a difference. Cell phones, digital cameras, mp3 players. All of the above. I just love technology, is all.
3. Pictures. Yes, pictures. I have to has a large collection of pictures of whatever thing it is like. For example; Gibson Les Pauls, Megan Fox and Jessica Alba, and Mitsubishi Lancer Evos'.
4. MUSIC! I has to have discographies of whatever artist it is that I have a fresh interest in. Absolutely.
5. Wristbands and other jewelry/accessories of sorts. Specially silver and/or bright colored stuff. I love, love, owning as much pieces of flair as I possibly can, as lame as pieces of flair sounds. Even if I don't have room on my wrists for any of it anymore. And even if it is preserved inside the closets of my immediate home. I still must have it! Bottom line.
6. People. Oh wait, did I already say friends?
7. Information. Does that work? It's still being ''collected'', right? Yes.
8. Pens and pencils. Colored pencils, too.
9. Notebooks, just like BoogieMonsterMan, yes.
10. Business cards. Or any other card or piece of paper that can fit in my wallet, actually.
11. Books!! How could I ever forget books. Grrrr. BOOKS!!!
12. Keychains! =]
13. Good photography. Yes! Go take a look at my deviantArt page, under ''collections'' ^__^
14. I still have a LOT of pokemon cards. And I'm not throwing them away. Does that count? Gotta catch em' all! I think I actually did, in fact. Catch em all. The card versions, anyway.
15. Perfumes and colognes! How could I forget. Calvin Klein One, Be, Truth, Eternity, Man, Obsession, Euphoria, Dunhill Fresh, Davidoff Cool Water, Ferrari Black, Allure Homme Sport, Aspen, Armani Black Code, Dunhill Desire Red, Basi Homme by Armand Basi ... God, I love lists.
16. Watches.
Aargh, have to run, can't stay and finish the list. Maybe later!
Aug 21, 2009
No, really
I beg to dream and differ, from the hollow lies.
This is the dawning of the rest, of our lives ...
It's funny, but I don't think that once you're done feeling a certain way, it's highly unlikely that you'll feel the same exact way ever again. Ever.
It may come close, very close in fact, but it's never going to be the same. Even if it seems the same, if you think about it - deep down inside, it's not.
It's never going to be.
But the million dollar question then has to be - is that a good thing, or a bad thing?
Do you mourn for how you'll never be or feel the same again, or do you make way and be glad for a new beginning - and a chance to make more memories?
Sure, but that doesn't really change the fact that you did leave behind something. Right?
Think about all the times you've lost something, or experienced a feeling. Happiness, love, or content-ness. It's never going to come back, no matter what. And even though that's good for the feelings you don't want to experience anymore, what about the times you'd want to re-live?
Nothing is relive-able.
But everything is at least memorable.
It's funny how I write mostly when I'm suffering from the lack of nicotine. Hmmm .. it's also when I'm most moody. I'm moody almost all the time though ... I'm sure lots of you would agree. Rida agrees.
In fact, she just asked me how I'm not grumpy today. I mean seriously. What the hell? I'm not grumpy ALL the time. God. It's just when something ticks me off - even though something almost always ticks me off, I'm still happy sometimes!
Apparently my dad doesn't like Lamb of God much. Hmmm.
I'm waiting for a friend to show up so I can go out for a while, I feel claustrophobic all of a sudden. Hmmm.
Now I feel guilty for 400 riyal jeans and a 700 camera.
Now I feel guilty for a lot of things I've done recently.
Now I feel guilty for being so narcissistic.
Now I feel guilty for writing this.
Nicotine Withdrawal is a bad thing.
This is the dawning of the rest, of our lives ...
It's funny, but I don't think that once you're done feeling a certain way, it's highly unlikely that you'll feel the same exact way ever again. Ever.
It may come close, very close in fact, but it's never going to be the same. Even if it seems the same, if you think about it - deep down inside, it's not.
It's never going to be.
But the million dollar question then has to be - is that a good thing, or a bad thing?
Do you mourn for how you'll never be or feel the same again, or do you make way and be glad for a new beginning - and a chance to make more memories?
Sure, but that doesn't really change the fact that you did leave behind something. Right?
Think about all the times you've lost something, or experienced a feeling. Happiness, love, or content-ness. It's never going to come back, no matter what. And even though that's good for the feelings you don't want to experience anymore, what about the times you'd want to re-live?
Nothing is relive-able.
But everything is at least memorable.
It's funny how I write mostly when I'm suffering from the lack of nicotine. Hmmm .. it's also when I'm most moody. I'm moody almost all the time though ... I'm sure lots of you would agree. Rida agrees.
In fact, she just asked me how I'm not grumpy today. I mean seriously. What the hell? I'm not grumpy ALL the time. God. It's just when something ticks me off - even though something almost always ticks me off, I'm still happy sometimes!
Apparently my dad doesn't like Lamb of God much. Hmmm.
I'm waiting for a friend to show up so I can go out for a while, I feel claustrophobic all of a sudden. Hmmm.
Now I feel guilty for 400 riyal jeans and a 700 camera.
Now I feel guilty for a lot of things I've done recently.
Now I feel guilty for being so narcissistic.
Now I feel guilty for writing this.
Nicotine Withdrawal is a bad thing.
Aug 20, 2009
dA Stock Pictures
<3 Some of the neatest dA Stock pictures
Asos 3 by ~stormsorceress
http://stormsorceress.deviantart.com/art/Asos-3-97082827
Sky by ~chocolateir-stock
http://chocolateir-stock.deviantart.com/art/Sky-86929263
Bonsai Stock by ~Lostfiniel
http://lostfiniel.deviantart.com/art/Bonsai-Stock-69434529
Background 1 by *FrozenStarRo
http://frozenstarro.deviantart.com/art/Background-1-100322285
Wild animal 126 -sweet red fox by ~Momotte2stocks
http://momotte2stocks.deviantart.com/art/Wild-animal-126-sweet-red-fox-106682980
Sunset-Stock by ~MissyStock
http://missystock.deviantart.com/art/Sunset-Stock-27969854
ManaXmomo-Forest one by ~stocks-by-manaXmomo
http://stocks-by-manaxmomo.deviantart.com/art/ManaXmomo-Forest-one-4267336
Come on Mommy-run by ~riviera2008
http://riviera2008.deviantart.com/art/Come-on-Mommy-run-122622014
Asos 3 by ~stormsorceress
http://stormsorceress.deviantart.com/art/Asos-3-97082827
Sky by ~chocolateir-stock
http://chocolateir-stock.deviantart.com/art/Sky-86929263
Bonsai Stock by ~Lostfiniel
http://lostfiniel.deviantart.com/art/Bonsai-Stock-69434529
Background 1 by *FrozenStarRo
http://frozenstarro.deviantart.com/art/Background-1-100322285
Wild animal 126 -sweet red fox by ~Momotte2stocks
http://momotte2stocks.deviantart.com/art/Wild-animal-126-sweet-red-fox-106682980
Sunset-Stock by ~MissyStock
http://missystock.deviantart.com/art/Sunset-Stock-27969854
ManaXmomo-Forest one by ~stocks-by-manaXmomo
http://stocks-by-manaxmomo.deviantart.com/art/ManaXmomo-Forest-one-4267336
Come on Mommy-run by ~riviera2008
http://riviera2008.deviantart.com/art/Come-on-Mommy-run-122622014
Some more pointers
If I'm selfish - either live with it, or don't bother to begin with.
It's funny, but people that aren't from my immediate family seem to know me better (and I'm happy with that, really)
I don't need people, I really don't, I'd rather be left alone than be thought to be selfish.
Oh, and not like I really trust most people's opinions, people are all stupid.
This is my blog, I come here to vent out, God isn't paying me to entertain people, and I can say whatever I want. Be grateful you have the luxury to comment.
You're welcome.
It's funny, but people that aren't from my immediate family seem to know me better (and I'm happy with that, really)
I don't need people, I really don't, I'd rather be left alone than be thought to be selfish.
Oh, and not like I really trust most people's opinions, people are all stupid.
This is my blog, I come here to vent out, God isn't paying me to entertain people, and I can say whatever I want. Be grateful you have the luxury to comment.
You're welcome.
Aug 18, 2009
Five.
Nothing stands in front of my pride.
Nothing stands in front of my self esteem.
Nothing stands in front of what I believe in.
Forgiveness isn't delivered until you really ask for it.
I'm never wrong.
Nothing stands in front of my self esteem.
Nothing stands in front of what I believe in.
Forgiveness isn't delivered until you really ask for it.
I'm never wrong.
Addicted
If I could self destruct, I'd take everything around me, down with me.
Set the world on fire, blow up everything I desire.
It'd be one hell of a sight. I wouldn't do it to end the existence of it all. I'd do it, because I could.
Blow up things with my mind - now that would up the ante' a little. Make things a bit more spectacular, add pizazz a little.
Set things on fire - watch them flicker and disappear into ashes.
Because I.. I'm Addicted,
To all the colors that I see, that you hold in front of me.
And you have changed. Yeah, you have changed me...
Set the world on fire, blow up everything I desire.
It'd be one hell of a sight. I wouldn't do it to end the existence of it all. I'd do it, because I could.
Blow up things with my mind - now that would up the ante' a little. Make things a bit more spectacular, add pizazz a little.
Set things on fire - watch them flicker and disappear into ashes.
Because I.. I'm Addicted,
To all the colors that I see, that you hold in front of me.
And you have changed. Yeah, you have changed me...
Aug 17, 2009
... and don't miss me. Really.
"I'll miss you."
Really? Will you? Oh, what do you want for that, A cookie?
It's fine really. Please, don't. Embarrass yourself, I mean. Oh, and miss me. Don't do that either, really, I can live without it, I really can.
I mean, seriously. Don't do me such a huge favor. One I can't ever repay.
Miss me. Why? Why would you do that? Why. I mean, really. You shouldn't. I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
Please don't.
In fact, please think about as many other things, and people, as you can.
Let me live in peace, knowing, that I'm not being missed by you. Really. Honestly.
If you really want to do me a favor? Do me that.
Really? Will you? Oh, what do you want for that, A cookie?
It's fine really. Please, don't. Embarrass yourself, I mean. Oh, and miss me. Don't do that either, really, I can live without it, I really can.
I mean, seriously. Don't do me such a huge favor. One I can't ever repay.
Miss me. Why? Why would you do that? Why. I mean, really. You shouldn't. I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
Please don't.
In fact, please think about as many other things, and people, as you can.
Let me live in peace, knowing, that I'm not being missed by you. Really. Honestly.
If you really want to do me a favor? Do me that.
Reasons why I need anger management.
I type this while suffering from nicotine withdrawl. And while laying in bed, with my face tilted and squeezed sideways into this pillow. My hands, underneath the pillow, typing.
I'm kind of sleepy, but don't really feel like sleeping. No one, is on at msn. So I have no one to talk to. Not like I have anyone to talk to when there are, around, 28 people online on my list, which is always. But yeah. That's what I mean when I say I have no one to talk to online. A lot of people are online at my list, just no one I would talk to.. Am I making any sense?
Aah, I feel like going out. But then again, I always do. I'm rarely ever at home, as a matter of fact. Which is very, sad. I should spend more time at home, I really should.
I want an ipod touch. Why? Don't know, I just do. I'm very materialistic like that. You probably already know that. It's just intriguing, that's all. An intriguing piece of hardware. I want.
I also want a new laptop. A Sony Vaio. Yes, I've made up my mind. The Vaio because not only is it pretty, but they have good battery life now, finally. And also because they are performing much better than they used to.
I also want a Sony Cybershot. Hey, I need to capture moments in time, and save them somewhere. It's this new thing I'm going to try out. Should be fun, I love pictures and taking them.
Hmmm .. I can't think of anything else I want at this point in time. Maybe all the knowledge in the world, though. That sounds like something nice to have.
"Don't smoke, it's bad for you."
Why does everyone use that line? Every female, I mean. I get the point, really, ladies. We men, we know it. Bad for us. Yes, it says so on the damn packet. And we do read things here and there, really, we do.
Yes, yes, lung cancer, mouth cancer, Every-kind-of-God-forsaken cancer. Yes, I know.
Yes, yes, breathing problems, and asthma. Thank you so much, you big scientist you, for telling me cigarettes are bad for me. I would've never gotten that on my own.
Jesus.
Oh, and this reminds me of a funny story.
This waste of precious oxygen, right. A female I knew. Not really the sharpest tool in the shed. A few blocks short of a brick wall. I was having an argument with her, right. One she started, and for no bloody reason, either. And I have this habit of sighing under my breath, and muttering "Jesus Christ...", right. Just a habit, really, no biggie.
Guess what she says. She says, "Oh, Jesus, huh? What happened, you're Christian now?"
I swear to God, those were her exact words.
For crying out loud, people, if you really want to act like you're all goody two shoes Muslim, please read the book your God sent down and realize this little tidbit of information; Jesus Christ, a.k.a. Hazrat ISA (PBUH), was a Prophet of Islam just like Prophet Muhammed (PBUH) was.
If you know who you are that I'm talking about here, please don't be taken back by shock, really, you ignorant hypocrite. Go ask someone that knows their facts and religion, before opening your mouth only to make yourself look like a bigger jackass.
Oh, and I do hope you read this somehow. And I will delete all comments you make, twit.
End.
I'm kind of sleepy, but don't really feel like sleeping. No one, is on at msn. So I have no one to talk to. Not like I have anyone to talk to when there are, around, 28 people online on my list, which is always. But yeah. That's what I mean when I say I have no one to talk to online. A lot of people are online at my list, just no one I would talk to.. Am I making any sense?
Aah, I feel like going out. But then again, I always do. I'm rarely ever at home, as a matter of fact. Which is very, sad. I should spend more time at home, I really should.
I want an ipod touch. Why? Don't know, I just do. I'm very materialistic like that. You probably already know that. It's just intriguing, that's all. An intriguing piece of hardware. I want.
I also want a new laptop. A Sony Vaio. Yes, I've made up my mind. The Vaio because not only is it pretty, but they have good battery life now, finally. And also because they are performing much better than they used to.
I also want a Sony Cybershot. Hey, I need to capture moments in time, and save them somewhere. It's this new thing I'm going to try out. Should be fun, I love pictures and taking them.
Hmmm .. I can't think of anything else I want at this point in time. Maybe all the knowledge in the world, though. That sounds like something nice to have.
"Don't smoke, it's bad for you."
Why does everyone use that line? Every female, I mean. I get the point, really, ladies. We men, we know it. Bad for us. Yes, it says so on the damn packet. And we do read things here and there, really, we do.
Yes, yes, lung cancer, mouth cancer, Every-kind-of-God-forsaken cancer. Yes, I know.
Yes, yes, breathing problems, and asthma. Thank you so much, you big scientist you, for telling me cigarettes are bad for me. I would've never gotten that on my own.
Jesus.
Oh, and this reminds me of a funny story.
This waste of precious oxygen, right. A female I knew. Not really the sharpest tool in the shed. A few blocks short of a brick wall. I was having an argument with her, right. One she started, and for no bloody reason, either. And I have this habit of sighing under my breath, and muttering "Jesus Christ...", right. Just a habit, really, no biggie.
Guess what she says. She says, "Oh, Jesus, huh? What happened, you're Christian now?"
I swear to God, those were her exact words.
For crying out loud, people, if you really want to act like you're all goody two shoes Muslim, please read the book your God sent down and realize this little tidbit of information; Jesus Christ, a.k.a. Hazrat ISA (PBUH), was a Prophet of Islam just like Prophet Muhammed (PBUH) was.
If you know who you are that I'm talking about here, please don't be taken back by shock, really, you ignorant hypocrite. Go ask someone that knows their facts and religion, before opening your mouth only to make yourself look like a bigger jackass.
Oh, and I do hope you read this somehow. And I will delete all comments you make, twit.
End.
Aug 14, 2009
Amplifiya.. FIYA.
"Ni gaddi saadi beja, ni jattiye.
Ni door tenu leja, ve arriye.
Ni woofer tu meri, meri..
Main tera AmpliFIYA .. FIYA ..."
One of the catchiest songs I've come across in my lifetime. Right next to all the songs from that album, in fact. Just like I Kissed a Girl, by Katy Perry. You might hate yourself for liking that song, but you know you do.
Khair ... I've been saying that word a lot; Khair. Weird.
I was thinking about the last time I blogged, and it seems like a long time, so here I are. With nothing special to talk about, but what the hell.
Still haven't gotten my teeth back. Which is ticking me off, because I've lost all the weight I managed to regain in Riyadh. In fact, I might have become even weaker. I'm not eating even a single meal all day. Not one.
It's just either milk, or juices, or some other liquid. I'm not even bothering with trying to chew things anymore, it's sad like that. I've completely lost my appetite, due to that, it's not even funny.
Khair.
Kendiyaa; nerreya, mere naal vi tu nachda kyun nahi? Main tune wekhaan, tu mainu wekhe, ne saanu pata chal gaya tere dil 'ich kiiiii ..
I can write lyrics from punjabi songs all day. Punjabi intrigues me. Much like any other language does, but punjabi comes a little closer to home, due to the fact, that it's a tad bit easier to understand. Considering the fact, that I already understand Urdu, and what not. BURRUWAAH.
I should come back when I actually have things to talk about.
Ni door tenu leja, ve arriye.
Ni woofer tu meri, meri..
Main tera AmpliFIYA .. FIYA ..."
One of the catchiest songs I've come across in my lifetime. Right next to all the songs from that album, in fact. Just like I Kissed a Girl, by Katy Perry. You might hate yourself for liking that song, but you know you do.
Khair ... I've been saying that word a lot; Khair. Weird.
I was thinking about the last time I blogged, and it seems like a long time, so here I are. With nothing special to talk about, but what the hell.
Still haven't gotten my teeth back. Which is ticking me off, because I've lost all the weight I managed to regain in Riyadh. In fact, I might have become even weaker. I'm not eating even a single meal all day. Not one.
It's just either milk, or juices, or some other liquid. I'm not even bothering with trying to chew things anymore, it's sad like that. I've completely lost my appetite, due to that, it's not even funny.
Khair.
Kendiyaa; nerreya, mere naal vi tu nachda kyun nahi? Main tune wekhaan, tu mainu wekhe, ne saanu pata chal gaya tere dil 'ich kiiiii ..
I can write lyrics from punjabi songs all day. Punjabi intrigues me. Much like any other language does, but punjabi comes a little closer to home, due to the fact, that it's a tad bit easier to understand. Considering the fact, that I already understand Urdu, and what not. BURRUWAAH.
I should come back when I actually have things to talk about.
Aug 9, 2009
How we're funny, pain and us.
The place that used to have a teeth in my mouth, still hurts. Is even hurting right now. It's been what, two days? I've lost count. In fact, I don't even notice it much anymore, it always hurts. Maybe if it stopped hurting, I'd grow worried then. Where did the pain disappear to, and how? Jees.
Have another appointment with the scariest man in my life, and probably the man I'll ever fear. After my Dad, of course. Yes, I am talking about my dentist, and his set of pliers and other sharp things, that you probably shouldn't be moving around inside of people's mouths. But he has a degree that says he can, and therefore he does. Gets paid for it too, heh. That's how a degree can change things. You'd probably get under trouble with the law if you even come near people, holding what he does. But he can move them around inside people's mouths, poking them here and there, sometimes probably just to see how you sound when you yelp. Because he has a degree that says he can. I'd hate to be enemies with a dentist.
God, I don't even feel like talking bad about him. What if he's into stalking his patients, and finds my blog? And then takes out another tooth. It wouldn't really matter though, he's taken out all the useful teeth, to begin with. I can't really even chew food anymore, that's how useful. And if you can't chew food, life becomes very tasteless indeed, all puns intended.
It's hilarious though, how God decided to play this game with me. All my life, I've ran from things like vegetables and soups. Because I'm a Man, and on top of the food chain, I saw no reason to actually munch and chew grass, and drink a meal. And by rendering me toothless, God is probably high-fiving angels up there, while pointing at me and laughing. Also, he's been making sure I notice Restaurant and Fast Food place Sign boards. I can't miss them! I involuntarily start reading, and then recalling the menus inside. Aah, and then remembering how I used to teeth all those things down, sometimes even gulp them down without really bringing teeth into the equation. The only thing I gulp down now is either milk, or my own saliva. And trust me, both these things get just as tasteless if you have had a good amount.
I have been noticing the aquarium I've had in all the places I've ever lived (except philly), and how it only has 4 fish at the moment. It used to have around twenty, at times. The problem's been this one brown, piranha looking, fish that we got. It's been attacking and probably devouring, other fish. And now we have only 4 left. Two really large Catfishes that we've had for as long as I can remember, and this orange tailed something-else fish. Oh, and the piranha-looking itself.
The brown evil fish keeps running after the catfishes to bite or whatever, even though they're much larger AND have a friend in the tank. And the catfish keep running away, instead of fighting back or anything. Even though there are two of them! AND they're much larger.
It's just funny how mammals can't do things because they haven't been programmed to.
And can't ever be.
But it puts a larger smile on my face when I think about Karma.
And then it reminds me of the over-used and worn out quote; Why so Serious?
Then I hate mankind for emulating things like lemmings and sheep so much.
Then I ponder a title for this post, and hit the orange Publish Post button.
For the rest of the day; I have more adventures and don't stop loving myself. You shouldn't either, but just don't get cocky with me. Planet earth isn't big enough for just my single ego, let alone the both of ours'.
Have another appointment with the scariest man in my life, and probably the man I'll ever fear. After my Dad, of course. Yes, I am talking about my dentist, and his set of pliers and other sharp things, that you probably shouldn't be moving around inside of people's mouths. But he has a degree that says he can, and therefore he does. Gets paid for it too, heh. That's how a degree can change things. You'd probably get under trouble with the law if you even come near people, holding what he does. But he can move them around inside people's mouths, poking them here and there, sometimes probably just to see how you sound when you yelp. Because he has a degree that says he can. I'd hate to be enemies with a dentist.
God, I don't even feel like talking bad about him. What if he's into stalking his patients, and finds my blog? And then takes out another tooth. It wouldn't really matter though, he's taken out all the useful teeth, to begin with. I can't really even chew food anymore, that's how useful. And if you can't chew food, life becomes very tasteless indeed, all puns intended.
It's hilarious though, how God decided to play this game with me. All my life, I've ran from things like vegetables and soups. Because I'm a Man, and on top of the food chain, I saw no reason to actually munch and chew grass, and drink a meal. And by rendering me toothless, God is probably high-fiving angels up there, while pointing at me and laughing. Also, he's been making sure I notice Restaurant and Fast Food place Sign boards. I can't miss them! I involuntarily start reading, and then recalling the menus inside. Aah, and then remembering how I used to teeth all those things down, sometimes even gulp them down without really bringing teeth into the equation. The only thing I gulp down now is either milk, or my own saliva. And trust me, both these things get just as tasteless if you have had a good amount.
I have been noticing the aquarium I've had in all the places I've ever lived (except philly), and how it only has 4 fish at the moment. It used to have around twenty, at times. The problem's been this one brown, piranha looking, fish that we got. It's been attacking and probably devouring, other fish. And now we have only 4 left. Two really large Catfishes that we've had for as long as I can remember, and this orange tailed something-else fish. Oh, and the piranha-looking itself.
The brown evil fish keeps running after the catfishes to bite or whatever, even though they're much larger AND have a friend in the tank. And the catfish keep running away, instead of fighting back or anything. Even though there are two of them! AND they're much larger.
It's just funny how mammals can't do things because they haven't been programmed to.
And can't ever be.
But it puts a larger smile on my face when I think about Karma.
And then it reminds me of the over-used and worn out quote; Why so Serious?
Then I hate mankind for emulating things like lemmings and sheep so much.
Then I ponder a title for this post, and hit the orange Publish Post button.
For the rest of the day; I have more adventures and don't stop loving myself. You shouldn't either, but just don't get cocky with me. Planet earth isn't big enough for just my single ego, let alone the both of ours'.
Aug 6, 2009
Walk in the park.
Woke up in the afternoon, with the highest fever I've had in years, and this bad pain in my mouth. Can't take medicine on an empty stomach, and I have no teeth to eat. But thank God for milk.
A glass of milk, multiple pills, and an hour later - after I climbed into two pairs of blankets with the air conditioning off - I doctored myself to the point where I no longer feared for my life.
But the amount of blood I've lost, I have no clue how I'm still alive. It's sad, really. My body is in a constant state of hurt. I can only imagine how it's going to be when they try implanting teeth in my jaw, in a few days.
By far, the most physical pain I've gone through in my life, (yet) is this.
A glass of milk, multiple pills, and an hour later - after I climbed into two pairs of blankets with the air conditioning off - I doctored myself to the point where I no longer feared for my life.
But the amount of blood I've lost, I have no clue how I'm still alive. It's sad, really. My body is in a constant state of hurt. I can only imagine how it's going to be when they try implanting teeth in my jaw, in a few days.
By far, the most physical pain I've gone through in my life, (yet) is this.
Aug 4, 2009
Two more tooth extractions...
... and Seven (or Eight, lost count) anesthesia injections later.
My bottom lip, and most of my gums are numb at the moment, but I can feel the pain re-surfacing.
So guess what. The dentist did decide on taking them out.
Same exact story, with two different teeth. Probably the most pain I have ever felt, for a short amount of time. Or maybe not, I can remember when my Wisdom tooth came out, in a single day. *cringes*
But yeah. I can't find any teeth in my mouth at the moment. And I'm going to be in a world of hurt, in say, another half an hour, roughly.
The sound of teeth being pulled out of gums, I heard it again today. The anesthesia just wouldn't work, so I had to get another Root Canal.
So wonderful, really.
Plus, blood and infection spilled out of the tooth the doc removed, and made way straight do the deepest corners of my throat.
I actually ended up choking on it.
Was the worst experience I've had in a while now. I'm probably going to have nightmares. If I can sleep with all this pain, of course.
My bottom lip, and most of my gums are numb at the moment, but I can feel the pain re-surfacing.
So guess what. The dentist did decide on taking them out.
Same exact story, with two different teeth. Probably the most pain I have ever felt, for a short amount of time. Or maybe not, I can remember when my Wisdom tooth came out, in a single day. *cringes*
But yeah. I can't find any teeth in my mouth at the moment. And I'm going to be in a world of hurt, in say, another half an hour, roughly.
The sound of teeth being pulled out of gums, I heard it again today. The anesthesia just wouldn't work, so I had to get another Root Canal.
So wonderful, really.
Plus, blood and infection spilled out of the tooth the doc removed, and made way straight do the deepest corners of my throat.
I actually ended up choking on it.
Was the worst experience I've had in a while now. I'm probably going to have nightmares. If I can sleep with all this pain, of course.
Eleanor Rigby
Aah, look at all the lonely people.
Just woke up, because the pain started to come back. It's weird how it disappeared all the while I slept. Maybe it was the muscle relaxant. Maybe it's some other reason I can't comprehend.
All the lonely people. Where do they all come from? All the lonely people. Where do they all belong?
Have two more extractions in a while. Or maybe not - if the dentist decides to have a little mercy, feels a little sympathetic. Maybe he'll just inject me with some anesthesia, or spray that numbness spray, so the pain goes away for a while. Maybe. Or maybe, I'll just get so tired of this, I'll ask him to rip them out of my gums once and for all, and get it over with.
Aah, look at all the lonely people. Where do they all belong?
Nothing has ever given me any more physical pain, than my teeth, or sometimes, even the lack of them. Like right now.
Where do they all come from? Aah, look at all the lonely people.
Just woke up, because the pain started to come back. It's weird how it disappeared all the while I slept. Maybe it was the muscle relaxant. Maybe it's some other reason I can't comprehend.
All the lonely people. Where do they all come from? All the lonely people. Where do they all belong?
Have two more extractions in a while. Or maybe not - if the dentist decides to have a little mercy, feels a little sympathetic. Maybe he'll just inject me with some anesthesia, or spray that numbness spray, so the pain goes away for a while. Maybe. Or maybe, I'll just get so tired of this, I'll ask him to rip them out of my gums once and for all, and get it over with.
Aah, look at all the lonely people. Where do they all belong?
Nothing has ever given me any more physical pain, than my teeth, or sometimes, even the lack of them. Like right now.
Where do they all come from? Aah, look at all the lonely people.
Aug 3, 2009
Toothless Agony.
Immense Agony.
I don't like dentists much, anymore.
Had to have two extractions yesterday, and the anesthesia wouldn't work on me, even after 6 injections.
So he just pulled them out without bothering, even though I insisted it hurt like a mother.
The cracking sound when teeth is pulled out of gum. I can still hear it in my head, and I cringe every time I do.
Aah, the agony.
I don't like dentists much, anymore.
Had to have two extractions yesterday, and the anesthesia wouldn't work on me, even after 6 injections.
So he just pulled them out without bothering, even though I insisted it hurt like a mother.
The cracking sound when teeth is pulled out of gum. I can still hear it in my head, and I cringe every time I do.
Aah, the agony.
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