11 Rabi us Sani 1425

Oh God. All this violence. All these bombs. All these burnign tyres. All these riots. All these mobs. All these guns. All these janazas. All these things.

Too much. It is too much. It has got to stop. It has got to stop.

10 Rabi us Sani 1425

And then people say I dont have a life.

I spend a whole night controlling / overseeing / babysitting / taking care of my friends who were either drunk or high or depressed.

I spend a lot of time looking at people burning tyres and pelting stones due to the untimely demise of a religious leader.

I spend a lot of time driving around the city on a motorbike with a friend and checking out the 'damage' with all the aftermaths of a city wide rioting outbreak with the added thrill of the bike gotten snatched and burnt.

I spend a lot of time discussing politics, religion, economics, history and philosophy with friends.

I spend a lot of time thinking about how cool it would be if I had time to myself.

All this in one day.

And then people say I dont have a life.

10 Rabi us Sani 1425

A religious leader was killed in the morning here in Karachi. The news channels are reporting widespread rioting from different parts of Karachi. People returning home from different parts of the city are telling about further rioting, arson and violence. All kinds of rumours were flying about and spreading like wild fire.

I have just come back from the road infront of our house. On one side there was a mob that was chanting slogans, burning tyres in the middle of the road and throwing stones at any car that passed by. On the other side of the road we were stopping cars from going ahead so they dont get pelted with stones.

I was there. I saw it all. Burning tyres. Crowds chanting slogans. Pedestrians running away at every outbreak of stone pelting. Cars skidding to a stop and turning around. I don't think I can joke during this post. Even though I am trying.

One thing kept coming back to me. Again and again. The same old thing that I have heard so many times. "The city is burning". "Shehr jal raha hay". I just though it was something found in novels and movies. I never though I would ever feel this way.

Allah. What have we become. What are we becoming.

I sit here as my city burns. There can be no greater pain.


Good news for me. Bad news for all of those out there who hate me.

That phase isnt gonna happen.

Goddamnit. I think I am growing up and become more mature.

Well. The bad mood phase has begun. Get ready for some heavy posts.

8 Rabi us Sani 1425

Sometime very interesting happened today.

I was standing infront of, and facing, a very sexy guy. I was looking at him. And, well, he was looking at me. I knew for sure that he was interested in me. I also knew that he knew that I was interested in him. So I decided that he is here, I am here, I like him, he obviously likes me why not make a move.

I made a slight kissing motion with my lips. This action made me severely horrified and severely turned on at the same time. I looked intently. I noticed that he was looking at me during this time.

Then came the defining moment. The moment of reply.

He made the very same gesture at the same time as I did. I had a complete breakdown with millions of emotions at the same time. And well then I decided to delve in and test the water properly. I went for the jackpot. My brain was telling me "DUDE! SCORE! CHA CHING!".

I winked at him. And, OH MY GOD, he winked back at me, at the same time. I was so happy and so very excited.

At that moment I moved away from mirror and decided to get a real life.

07 Rabi us Sani 1425


Why am I still in love with H. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

I told him I liked him. He said he doesnt. I liked him as a friend as well. So I kept talking to him. I am still not over him.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?


06 Rabi us Sani 1425

Two bomb blasts today. One yesterday. One earlier this month. Why the hell is this happening? What is going on? What the HELL is happening to my city? What the FUCK is going on?

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

05 Rabi us Sani 1425

All of those from South Asia and all of those who have had the wonderful fortune of eating a real Mango will understand what I am about to say.


Yes. Mangoes. The king of fruit. I just had my first proper Mango of the season. The Mango makes the heat worth the while. Ahhhhhhhhhh the bliss of summers when we get to eat real, juicy, ripe, fresh, sweet, tasty, firm mangoes. Ahhhhhhhhh. What bliss is life and what bliss are fruits.

04 Rabi us Sani 1425

Oh God! Interesting pool stories for the day. Well there is a cute guy at the pool. If I were normal (notice the word 'if') I would contact him, chat with him about how frikking hot the water in the pool is or about the strange things that float about in the water. Even though it would have been very easy for me to strike a conversation I did not do that. I chose the harder and mroe dangerous path.

While swimming I banged into him. Admittedly I did not want a head to head collision at high speeds but that is what happened. He didnt appreciate it. Although it was obviously his fault. I changed lanes to collide with him. The least he could do was keep an eye out for me. We did eventually talk. Here is how it went.

Hot Sexy Swimmer Guy (Holding head) Whooooaaaaaa !!!!
Psychotic Me (Stammering) Oh, I am so sorry, are you hurt?
Hot Sexy Swimmer Guy (Holding head) No no, its ok. Its ok. You didnt get hurt did you.
Psychotic Me (Stuttering) So the water is so warm huh?
Hot Sexy Swimmer Guy (Confused at the SUDDEN change of topic) Huh? What? Yeah, maybe it is ...
Psychotic Me (Stuttering with wild confusion) And it isnt very clean is it.
Hot Sexy Swimmer Guy (Confused at the SUDDEN change of topic yet again) Yeah, maybe it is ...

And then he swims off into the setting sun with me standing there and cursing myself for being such a complete moron that I might never ever get laid.

03 Rabi ul Sani 1425

Oh god. I finally went for swimming today. After eight months I dived into a swimming pool. Being the obsessive compulsive psycho that I am I swam for two hours straight (not 'that' straight) because I could not stop myself from swimming, even though I was completely exhausted. To top it all off I didn't get a full nights sleep last night. What with controlling four drunk guys from jumping off balconies and setting the tv on fire.

Now every muscle in my body hurts. Did I just use the word muscle? Hmmmm. You have to take that word in its widest possible meaning. Here, it means slightly harder collections of fat and pure blubber. So basically ever piece of fat meat in my body is hurting. As if the physical pain wasnt enough I started dancing later on due to an excessive overdose of swimming induced endorphins and some normal human being saw me dancing alone on the street.

Now I have a severe emotional pain in my spirit. Did I just use the word spirit? Hmmmm. You have to take the word in its widest possible meaning. Here, it means nothing. It doesn't exist. So it means the brain cells in my cranium (in the diminished form that it is) that deal with emotions.

02 Rabi us Sani 1425

One of the most embarrasing moments of my life took place today. We were at the tea shop drinking huge amounts of a liquid which some people at the shop had the audacity to call tea. When I saw a very hot/cute guy sitting in another corner. At this moment my testosterone spiked and I lost all sense of mental control.

I accidentally / jokingly said to a fried that "hey, that guy is cute". Then the heavens ripped asunder and showered evil and ill omens upon the face of this beckoning planet. My friend looked at that guy. Looked at me. And called that guy by his name "hey, X, come here". I was mortified. He called the guy again. That guy came over, my friend pulled a chair for him, he sat down. Right infront of me. He was cute/hot.

I was trying to compose myself, albeit failing and sweating like a pig stuck in a fire pit. Then my friend drops the final blow. "hey X, my friend Jalal here thinks you are cute". I was mortified. He gave a VERY embarrased laughter and so did I. He sat there for 20 minutes across from me. We didnt look at each other once. We kept talking to my hateful evil excuse for a friend and looking at him while turning deep shades of purple. While I glared at my hateful evil excuse for a friend and looking at him while turning deep shades of purple.

Eventually it all ended well. By well I mean we did not get to sleep with each other. Although I would have definitely said yes.

So why the hell am I so afraid to hit on men who I will definitely get? Damn you Jalal. You frikking moronic imbecilic buffonish old prick. Next time you joke that you like the guy. If he's in. GO FOR IT. And grow the foocka up.

29 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

The way I climb (clamber?) upon a bus is a bit of a marvel and a daily miracle. A throng of educated office goes gathers near the location where a buses door will present itself at not so frequent intervals. As soon as a bus stops slows down to a reasonable speed there is an organic push from the crowd towards the open orifice. This push will enable a large number of lucky gentlemen onto the bus and a small number of unlucky gentlemen in other more unpromising situations. The basic tactic is to grab a hold of any one of the main metallic railings attached to the door area so you cannot be shaken off by the violent bus driving and to get a firm foot hold on any of the metallic platforms so you dont have a dangle around on your hands.

On the bus I realize a few things daily. Why can't people behave themselves? Why can't they leave their chair in the bus for the women or elderly? Why can't people have the basic decency to put their hands on their mouths when they cough? Why can't people learn not to pick their nose in public? Why can't people just behave in public and specially on buses? Why can people not discuss with each other how music is the satan's work when I am singing or bobbing my head to my walkman?

While all this, and a lot of shouting by a lot of people, is going on around me. I try to read a book. Usually something with exceptionally large print to cater to all the jerks bestowed upon our ride by Pakistans wonderfully smooth roads and the impeccable road manners and driving skills of its citizens. Apart from that it is also easy to read for the three to four people trying to read it behind your back (if somehow by a sudden failure of the laws of physics regarding mass and volume more people could fit in this number would increase to the highest possible value attainable).

Getting off a bus is usually another enterprise of skill, dexterity, animal passion and depth of voice. You have to stand besides the door for a speedy exit (there are no other kinds of exits possible without dying in the process). Then you have to tell the conductor to stop at your designated stop. Then since the conductor will not tell the driver about this you will have to shout at the top of your lungs and thump the back door as hard as you can to get the attention of the bus driver. It is always better if you make yourself seem violent. That will stop them faster. And again stopping is not stopping. It is a mere slowing down. With formally dressed men jumping onto the roads (out of the sky and into the date tree kind of analogy should be envisioned here) from moving vehicles.

Ah the wonders of public transport that are the bussing system of Karachi.

28 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

I watched "Troy" today. I learnt a few things.

1 - The Trojan who took part in the fight at the beginning was what I will call the perfect male. If anyone asks me what "my type" is then it is him, 100%. Tall, broad, muscular, goatee, coloured eyes, shaved head, warrior, scars and everything else.
2 - There was a lot of mention of honour and too little of it amongst the belligerents. The Trojans were a lot more honourable than the Greeks though. Or maybe I am just partial due to the person mentioned in point 1.
3 - If somehow Homer could be brought back to life. He would commit some sort of Greek suicide ritual after seeing how Hollywood can bastardize his epics. Epics that have remained unchanged for millennia are desecrated into being sexy box office hits. Shame. And lust as well.
4 - I have realized that Orlando Bloom can actually be attractive, Eric Bana can be a feast and I still don't like Brad Pitt at all. Brad Pitt is one of those people who I will kick out of bed. No wonder I never get laid.
5 - I realized that a certain physical condition can be maintained by me for periods as long as two hours.

27 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

I just got my hair cut today. For the first time in my life my overall outlook improved after a haircut. With the haircut and the neatly trimmed goatee I actually look like one of those stud porn stars. Without the whole well built body thing.

I think this sudden high that I got from my new found stud porn star look was what led me to openly stare and flirt with quite a few different people.

And here is a question for all of you experiences ones out there. How long do I have to flirt with straight guys to get them to sleep with me?

26 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

Oh God. I have such a severe headache. I am pretty sure it is due to that horrible smell at the hairdressers this evening. Also they are not good at cutting hair properly. Also the guys that are the cutters are butt ugly. Also during the half hour that I was there no cute guys came in. I hate that shop.

I will wait for the next round of ethnic or sectarian or communal or political violence and during all the looting, murdering, pillaging and arson I will steal everything from that shop and sell it and then I will put the money in a bank and use that money to get haircuts for the rest of my life!

24 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

What do you do when you are in a public place and have a feeling that someone is calling you continuously? What do you do when you are in a public place and have a feeling that someone is following you continuously? What do you do when you are in a public place and you have to walk in such a way that someone else thinks you are following him and confronts you as well?

Well, to all of you lusty humans out there, no, you don't sleep with the other guy. To all of you belligerent humans out there, no, you don't fight with the other guy. To all of you ill mannered humans out there, no, you don't sneeze / cough on him. And honest to God I did not do any of these. Trust me!

Well it turns out that I keep looking around for someone who was calling me and everyone with me though I was one of those sick people who stare at others and are rude enough not to listen to present company. I kept looking back while walking and acted like a retarded freak. And then later a big 6'0 muscular possibly violent guy told me in not so uncertain a manner to stop following him.

It turns out one of my friends was following me. One of my friends was calling out my name. One of my friends had talked to the guy who told me not to follow me. And last but not least one of the guys had told my friends to make me feel like I am crazy.

I hate my friends. Hell is full of nook made for people like them. Needless to say I have a prank planned for one of them and he will be sorry.

MUAH AHA HAHA MUAA HAHA AHAH AHA (Excessively Hollywood evil semi human droning laughter)

23 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

I believe that it is the basic right of every human being to be given the basic right to be allowed to choose the type of music that he or she or it will listen to.

I like listening to Raags (no, I am not 80 years old, I am 23, with class). And I like listening to Ghazals (no, I am not 60 years old, I am 23, with class). And I like listening to old Indian and Pakistani movie songs (no, I am not 40 years old, I am 23, with class). Also I like listening to Western Classical music (I am not 50, but, I am gay).

I am pretty sure most of you have realized why I talk about the freedom of music. It is not due to any altruistic desire on my part. It is basically for myself.

But all the same I think noone should be allowed to crack jokes at people who listen to different music. A point well explained by my feeling when 14 people (and I am not exaggerating) saw my CD collection and laughed like drunken hyenas for one hour over my selection. I needless to say was ashamed and defensive.

It is us the meek and trodden upon who see the truths and the lights that need to shine to save us. So all rally forth for the right of music.

22 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

The following post contains graphic material that might disgust sane and non perverted humans. Be forewarned.

It has finally happened. It was an inevitable step in time but I was afraid of it. I was scared by it. I was dreading it. I knew it was going to take place sooner or later but I was not prepared. It was as surprising as something that is completely unexpected. It was so very sudden and so very intense that I was taken aback. The only thing that I can say is that for something this big in a man's life there can be no preperation and there can be no getting ready.

I had tried all the possible precautions. I have tried every bit of information and advice that was given to me by a host of people. I was using things I learnt form websites, friends, experts and even doctors. I was trying my best to keep myself from all the pain. I did my homework full well but I missed out something. Or maybe there is no way out. It does hurt and it will hurt no matter what I do. In the end the only thing I can say is that it's good that it is over with.

The only problem is that I have to walk with my legs apart and I look like an idiot that way and everyone looks at me and laughs at me. That is so embarrasing.

Yes. You are right. I am talking about exactly what you think I am talking about.

I get rashes on my thighs every summer. They are very very painful. I wear specially selected clothes, use a lot of talcum powder and work hard not to walk a lot in any clothes where there is rubbing. But goddamnit it didn't work. I am in immense pain. I can not walk without my legs wide apart. If anyone of you knows any good way out of this tell me.

And, yes, I know I am sick. And, by the way, so are you (you know who you are).

21 Rabi ul Awwal 1425 AH

Today was the day of by elections for three seats in the national and provincial assemblies. Some of my friends went to see what was going on. It was like any other election. People being forced to vote by very very distant relatives suddenly gotten very close. People being cajoled to vote for money or a free meal. An overbearing sense of impending doom and extreme tension. The kind that led to today's polling related violence and the three deaths in the city.

Apart from that the premier institution of third world democracy also took place. Rigging. One of my friends gave 18 votes today. And the shocking thing was that he gave 3 votes to one party and 15 to another. He voted for himself, his family and lots of people who had recently died and/or been lost.

Today was another great day for democracy in the third world. That perfect system of government, espoused by the United States as the only possible system that will work, with an overbearing sense of confidence, so much so, that, it is declared to be forced upon the arab world, even if they are not ready to accept it.

GOD! I hate politics and politicians. I can never be a good citizen of a democracy.

19 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

Yesterday I had to spend a couple of hours with my friends who were extremely drunk at that time. I learnt the following things about people who are very drunk.

1 - It is very hard for you to understand them (They have very slurry speech).
2 - It is very hard for them to understand you (They cant hear properly or focus).
3 - It is very hard to stop them once they start laughing (I admit I made the joke).
4 - It is very hard to stop them from singing at the top of their lungs (I admit I put the song on).
5 - It is very hard to stop them from singing at the top of their lungs after they have gone out onto the street (One man can't stop four men).
6 - It is very hard to make them stop drinking (They will run around and take turns so that when you stop one the others will get a sip).
7 - It is very hard to keep an eye on all of them so they dont fall down and break their brains out of their skulls. (They move around a lot).
8 - It is very hard to prop them together for support because they will all fall down. (You can not hold four men).
9 - It is very very hard to convince them that all their noses dont look like shit and should be cut off immediately (This is where the song came in).
10 - It is very, very, very, very, easy to get stright guys drunk and get them to sleep with you. (No I didn't do that but I am sure I could have).

I am never spendign time with drunk people unless I am drunk myself or I have support from other sober people.

17 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

Oh dear God. After what just happened to me in the game of cards. After all the other people in the room laughing at me for one hour. After people actually stopping each other from laughing at me so blatantly.

I can only say that it was all so harsh that I am not a virgin any more.

17 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

Well you remember how I told you all that I am a virgin. Also that when I lose this status I will tell you all about it. Well, the following post has NOTHING to do with that (yeah, I know I am evil, and frankly, I am ok with it).

Today I did the wildest thing of my life. And trust me, I have done very wild things in the past. All of them during college. This was the first post college wild thing and it was the wildest yet.

Me and the guys were sitting around and talking. Suddenly one of the guys had a testosterone explosion and he decided that we should do life threatning (yet macho) things. So all the guys overchanged with testosterone (the same thing that makes you car race with total strangers on city roads) did stuff. One after the other.

One of them did a willie on his bike. The second one jumped off the first floor roof. The third one outdid them all by going out with his car into a riot ridden area (there was rioting in most of Karachi today due to yesterdays events). Then I decided that a man's got to do what a man's got to do. I did the craziest thing and I was unrivalled and accepted as the stud / macho / male / man / ruler by the guys.

I sat on the roof of the car while they drove for about 15 minutes. I had to hold onto the doors to not fall down. And yes I have to thank someone for helping me in this situation. My sweat. Apparently I was so frikking scared that I did not sweat. If I had my hands would have slipped and I would have become a part of the tyres of a couple of cars behind ours.

Well needless to say but when the car stopped I had more adrenaline in my body than there is testosterone in a 21 year old guy who just watched 10 hours of porn. In other words. I have one big lump of adrenaline.

So there it was the wildest thing I have ever done. What is the wildest thing that you have ever done?

Yeah, I know. I am a bigger stud than you.

16 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

Today was a sad sad day.

There was an attack on a mosque during the Friday prayer congregation here in Karachi. 15 people died.

It is so so sad. I was actually there later on. I gave a bottle of blood.

I am just so sad that human beings would do something like this. Cold hearted murder of innocent civilians. Sad Sad Sad.

15 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

God I am an awful mood. Not depressed awful. Angry awful. Actually you can call it irritable. I cant write a coherent post so I will just rant about the few things that are ticking me right now.

1 - Why the hell is the guy next door getting so damned fat all of a sudden that it is scaring me.
2 - Why the hell does this damned ceiling fan make this strange retarded noise that makes me want to poke red hot pokers into my ears and flush my brains out.
3 - Why the hell does my goddamned Windows XP slow my system so much that I have to wait long intervals to reply to people MSN.
4 - Why the hell am I balding so frikking fast that snails would find it hard to keep up with my recending hairline.
5 - Why the hell have I stopped looking like a strapping early 20s lean mean sex machine and started looking like a late 20s burn out who just wants to grow excessive facial hair.
6 - Why the hell havent I been able to make one good joke in the whole day when I have actually tried so many times.
7 - Why the hell am I starting all of these sentences with Why the hell.

14 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

Oh what a wonderous spectacle. That was a wonderful lunar eclipse last night. Wonderful. The way the shadow grows and grows.

Reminded me of the previous solar ecplises that I have seen. The one in the 9th grade when I missed totality because it was in Quetta. The one in the 11th grade when I missed totality because it was in Karachi (I was not in Karachi). Then the Lunar Eclipse when I was in very very young and my father took me up and told me to not forget that he showed me the eclipse (definitely to score points in arguments later on).

So I guess with my luck I will always be in countries with Solar Sclipses but I will never get to see totality. I will miss it by an hours flight. Damnit!

I am so jealous of all of you who have seen totality. But, then again, there is always the phobia. I will come clean. I have a strange fear that if I am in the totality of an eclipse I will turn into a Vampire. No, it is not as wonderful as it seems. Because I will die as soon as totality ends. So I dont get to kill unarmed, innocent school going children and bad parish pastors who do not believe in God like we are used to in the movies.

Even being a Vampire I will be a loser. Live for a short while and no feeding on blood because I will obviously be looking for cover.

After reading today's post and realizing how I actually sound. I have to ask you guys that do you think I am strange? And after asking this question I have suddenly realized that I am obsessed with being strange or normal. Do you think 'this' is strange. Now that I have asked you about my obsession of an obsession. Do you think it is ok for me to obsess about my obsessions? It is really unnervign that I care about so many abstract and confusing things, half of whom do not even exist. Do you think my thinking 'that' is strange?

Oh dear God. I have to go! NOW!

13 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

Today something very unusual happened to me.

I woke up at 07:32 according to my cell phone. Slightly early. So I decided to cozy in. Then according to my cell phone at 07:34 I got out of bed. I don't know what happened but I fell on the closet besides the bed. I tried to get up but I fell again. On the same closet. I realized I can not move my left leg. I realized I can not move my right arm. This seemed a lot like Hollywood movies. I was actually scared. I was about to scream out so that someone from my family comes in and helps me but I kept quiet.

This is when it hit me. At times your arms and legs can go to sleep when you are sleeping. So I waited and waited. All the while rubbing the leg and arm so that they become active again.

I got into the bathroom at 07:53. I got late for work.

My boss did not believe this story of mine. He said it seemed like an excuse. I don't get my boss. He is cute but is he dumb or something. This is the most clear cut and believable excuse ever.

12 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I have written four posts and accidentally deleted all of them. It was the best post every. I mean it was the best post ever in the world by anyone ever. And it was deleted forever. Darn it.

Oh my God! You don't trust me?

Just because I don't have proof doesn't mean that you should not blindly believe what I say. I mean come on. Friendship is about trust. So just trust me that it was the best post ever. And tell eveyone in the world that Jalal is the best in the whole world. Now go on. You know what friendship is all about.

Yea it is about using your friends, eh Jalal?

Oh you shut up. Go on chop chop get to work (evil snigger) friends.

11 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

A very long weekend. A very long spate of wild unbridled animal passions (no, no, don't get me wrong) (card games and food). First May Day and then tomorrow 12th Rabi ul Awwal. Now this is what I call a real weekend. 3 day long. And very very vacation for all of us.

And Oh My God! How much fried Chicken can one guy eat. Better yet, the better question would be, how much before you point out that he is eating enough to feed small famine ridden countries. To be precise, one and a half Chicken broasts. I mean GOD! OK OK! It was me ok. You caught me. Now be happy and do that dance with the broom that you do.

Just right now I was listening to all the processions of the 12th of Rabi ul Awwal passing by. Blaring loudspeakers. Religious zeal and fervour. An ardent desire to outdo their Shia bretherns processions during Muharram. Which is cute because the Shia bretheren then show their ardent desire to outdo their Sunni brethren. Religious zeal and fervour in trying to outbid each other. Making their points with Allah. Good, good, all the more to laugh at for us.

In other news I have been wearing the same lower for three days. I have not taken a bath. I have not shaved. I have not used deodorants (In Karachi's humid and warm weather). I have not cleaned any food that had fallen on my shirt, which I have not changed in three days. I am sure some kinky dude is getting really hot reading this. Well you can do better. Mail me. Now!

10 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

Oh dear God I am so frikking sleepy. I slept late and got up early and have to do the same today.

I mean come on people. Pull up your panties and cut me some slack. I cant keep awake indefinitely can I?

Anything in this post that does not make sense should be ignored as a failed attempt at humour.

I got my hair cut today. Now I have changed from looking like a horrendous Orangutan to a shaved Chicken.

And with that I have to go but I wish you all a wonderful weekend. So have fun.

Irregular Political Post

Apparently Mr Bush "THIS IS" how you do things in America. American troops. American cameras. American crates and electric wires. American I-dont-give-a-damn-about-nonamerican-human-rights cocky sonofabitch attitude. Americanism to its fullest and primest crescendo. I am pretty sure you are not disgusted since the people taking part in those activities aren't either. And you all were obviously born in the same country to the same set of morals. It is such a pity, since we were always led to believe that Americans upheld human rights.

09 Rabi ul Awwal 1425

So here it is. Friday evening. The beginning of the weekend. A time of wild partying and frivolous festivies. Well not this week. This week I will only party and be festive, no wild, no frivolous. I mean enough is enough. I am 23 damnit. I need 4 hours of sleep and a dry place to sleep on.

Aaaa. What the hell. I really can't pull this off. Ok. Ok. I want the wild parties and frivolous feasts. Ok ! There ! Happy now ?

I hate you all. I hate the fact that I have to explain things to you. Its like I can see you make that face that you make when you dont like something. Damnit! Dont show me those eyes! (palpable (sexual?) tension) Ohk Ohk. Have it your way. Ill explain things to you from now on ok. God ! You people sure drive a hard bargain.

Well whatever. I have to go now or they will start playing cards without me then my turn will take an hour. At least now I have a chance. The 4 highest jumpers amongst us 7 will get to play. So bye suckers. Ill see yall later. Bye.