I'm Back

I might not be the nicest guy on this blog, and that was intentional, the more fucked up I seem to be, the more you guys would want to read. Love me or loathe me, you’re still going to read me and that is all that matters right now.

I hate a lot of things in my life, but I never seem to show them, maybe because I never thought these things would be worth hating, or just thought if I complained about them people would thing I’m just talking out of my ass, which is what the whole worlds been doing anyway. But I hate a lot of things, and a lot of people, and a lot of insects. I hate taxi drivers, professors, waiters, security guards, cockroaches, food, women, men, fashion, love, different types of music, and different types of films, the people who write the music and the people who direct the films. I hate the computers but I can’t stop using them, I hate drugs even though I never tried them, I hate cars because they’re the bosses of you, I hate cheeseburgers because they have excess fat, I hate fat because it’s unattractive, I hate dreaming because I can never remember my dreams, and if I do remember them, I hate the way some of them are just too good to be true. I hate waking up in the morning knowing what my day is going to be like inside-out. I hate hearts and I hate farts. I didn’t put them together because they rhyme, it’s just that hearts and farts are related. You see, the more you love someone the more you find it comfortable to fart in front of them, and I hate that, I can never get to do that. I hate headaches because they hurt, I hate suspense and I hate surprises. I hate cakes. I hate the way fig rolls have to have a different euphemism in a different country even though it speaks the same language. I hate the love because it leads to war, and I hate war because it eliminates love. I hate the way the best things for you are the ones you find the least satisfaction in doing. I hate the U.S because it’s self-centered and I hate the Arabs because of their self pity. I hate the things that end up breaking your heart even though you never even loved them in the first place. I hate it when things that you love become your worst nightmare. I hate beer because of the way it’s overrated and that is equivalent to: I hate the way people can drink piss and pretend they like it just because it might get them laid one night. I hate sex because you can never know if you really pleased your partner. The more your partner loves you the more the partner will fake the orgasm. I hate masturbation because it’s with someone I love and I can’t get in touch with that someone. I hate not knowing why you’re life is a mess. I hate hating my life because it’s a mess even though it really isn’t. I hate kisses because they can’t last forever. I hate death because it’s un-lovable. And I hate you because you’re death. I know that made no sense whatsoever, but neither did the shit above and you read it anyway.


So fuck you.

I love myself.

Meaningless Terms Used By Meaningless People

I haven't blogged in a while, not because I was busy, or because I had a writers block, just because I didn't feel like it. You know when I read some of the comments that mindless fucking shitheads tend to send here, it kind of turned me off from the whole process. But as I said previously, and will say again with full confidence: I'm always right. Which was proved in every single blog preceding this one. What I find amazing about people, is the way they love to use their 'moral values' as a sheild, so I can find it harder to argue with them. One thing I can tell these support group morally loaded people is to go fuck themselves with rubber dicks. Those fucking piss offs actually think that I would give a fuck about taxi drivers and other 'unfortunate' asswipes. But no, I don't. I couldn't give two shits about any of them or any of your useless replies. So please, anymore of these morally stuffed comments and you're going to make me lose my fucking cool again.


Since I'm talking about people that piss me the fuck off, I can also talk about things people say that piss me the fuck off. Things that are used in everyday conversations, but because some people are basically thick morons who don't pay any attention to the language they use, they need me to point the stupid things they say out for them.


We'll start with a very common phrase used on Musicians like myself, and any other person that engages in any art related activity. "Break a Leg". People actually use "Break a Leg" as a form of saying "good luck". Why the fuck would you want to say that to someone in the first place? What happens if the person you say that to, actually breaks a leg? What are you going to say afterwards? And what kind of supersticious nonsense is that in the first place? "Break a Leg"...The next twat that asks me to "Break a Leg" is going to get punched in the fucking balls, you know...just for good luck.


Next thing I'm going to talk about is actually the one that pisses me off the most. Not only is it fucking annoying, it's being used in every single country, by every single fucking person and I swear to you that I CANNOT take this shit anymore. "Like"...you used to heard it from your typical blonde cheerleader type girl all the time, but no, it's more of a fashion statement these days. Everybody is saying it, even my fucking Economics professor for fucks sake! "So, the Gross Domestic Product was like 14.3b" And you expect me to learn from you, you sorry excuse for a teacher.

And teens use it all the time too, until they reach about 40. "He was like, so out of it" , "I was like wasted!" "She was like "Nice bag!" and I was like "Thanks" and it was like akward". Fuck you and fuck anybody like you. She wasn't LIKE "nice bag!" SHE SAID IT WAS A NICE BAG....and you weren't LIKE THANKING HER....YOU SIMPLY FUCKING THANKED HER...AND IT WASN'T LIKE AKWARD....IT WAS AKWARD! Why the fuck do people HAVE to add 'like' before every single unimportant, meaningless fucking comment they have to make? You know what I tell these people? Well, I'd LIKE fuck you up the ass, you motherfucking cocksucking whore....Do you like, get my drift?


"Peace Out." I have yet to understand the real meaning of "peace out." It's not enough the blacks use it all the time in every single movie they make, but now your simple Egyptian douchebag is at it too, who thinks he's got the right to be labelled as 'black' just because he's from Africa. Fuck you, you arent black, your parents arent black and whatever you do you're never going to be black, stick to your domestic shit language and stop trying to be from another race. "Peace out" ? What the fuck does it mean anyway? Is it just an abbreviation for "Peace, I'm out" ? Or does it mean that the peace is out because the fucker is leaving? What does it mean? And how do they come up with this shit? And why the fuck do people use it here? Am I wrong when I say that "salam" is a simpler term which is more to the point? How about "Bye"? I assume that this is a universally used word that could be understood by the whole global race. And if the fucking phrase isn't enough, they've got to use a complicated handshake to go with it....and people assume that you know what the handshake is. Fuck you and Fuck your hand shake, if you really want "peace" then get the fuck out of my face.


You know who else I fucking hate? Fucking drug addicts. I have nothing against addicts as people, but they fucking confuse me. You asking them why they don't go to University and try to study, they use the simple excuse of drugs taking away their brain cells. But if you ask them about any certain drug, they explain the effects of it like they just studied medicine for 7 fucking years. "Hey Joe, why do you like exctacy so much?" And Joe simply say: "Well, it's not actually called exctacy, it's Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, and is a synthetic entactogen of the phenethylamine family whose primary effect is to stimulate the secretion of and inhibit the re-uptake of large amounts of serotonin as well as dopamine and noradrenaline in the brain, causing a general sense of openness, empathy, energy, euphoria, and well-being." Are you fucking serious? If you can remember every tiny detail of every single drug you take orally and rectally, in their fucking medical terms then I'm pretty sure you can sit your fat addict ass down and start studying.


You know when someone is hungry, or when you're at a restaurant and you're looking that person is staring at the menu and suddenly utters: "What should I eat?" HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW? Am I actually your fucking spirit? Do I really know what your tummy feels like having at this certain moment? Besides, even if I do know what you 'should' eat, I'm not going to fucking tell you, I'll leave you to your undescisivness for a while, maybe you'll learn a thing or two about independence.

"No Comment." Don't you get that shit a lot from girls? "So Martha, have you ever given a blowjob before?" NO COMMENT. Is Martha that fucking stupid? Does she really think by saying "No Comment" she's going to convince me that she hasn't ever given a blowjob before? Because you know the fuck doesn't want to admit it, so why doesn't she just say No? It's a yes or no question...there aren't any fucking behind the bush answers. Well, if I ask her if she'd give ME a blowjob, and she said "NO COMMENT" I know I'd be a happy guy.

"Thank god, it could have been much worse!" This one just blows me away. Well, when you really think about it, if god is the reason for everything that happens, then he is the one that put you in that state in the first place! Why do you have to thank him if things werent as bad as they could be? You get into an accident, you lose both your legs and you're blind...what do people say? "Well thank god you're not dead" No I'm not thanking god that I'm not dead, I'd thank god if he killed me instead of this fucked up state I'm in! And if you really wanna get serious why should I thank god if he's the one that got me into the accident in the first place? WHY THE FUCK DO PEOPLE CONFUSE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME.


Based on all these phrases and words, I conclude that most people are fucking morons. Especially the ones that use them in excess. That's overkill. I'm sick and tired from jerk-offs that use these words as a fucking fashion statement, without really examining how stupid they really sound when they say them. When you're all alone in bed tonight, please, think of most common terms you use and wipe off the ones that you know are fucking meaningless because if you use any ANY of them infront of me, the consequences will be dire.


Oh, and peace out.

I Dread The Day My Car Breaks Down

I completely forgot to rant about our beloved and very well spread and haphazard Egyptian taxi drivers. I was reminded when I read another blog by an Egyptian. Yes, the taxi ride with the ignorant fuckers is actually an adventure even before you get into the fucking car. First of all, it'll take you about 15 minutes to try to stop a cab to take you to your desired destination. This is the usual conversation that takes place between me and fuckface on the wheel:

Ghazy: "Zamalek?"

Taxi Fuck: "No."

Ghazy: "Why not?"

Taxi Fuck: "It's going to be too crowded now."

Why you fucking cunt. That's your fucking job. How lazy and incompetent can these fuckers get? It shouldn't matter if I was going to the fucking moon for fucks sake, it's your job to take me there. And the best thing is, when they tell you no, it's like YOU said something that offended them. They'd give you this "Does he really think I'm a driver?"

But soon later, unfortunatly, you find a cab. And the conversation is breif. Zamalek? Yes. And this time, when they say yes they actually say it in a pretty optimistic manner, as if they were going to enjoy the ride. Once this happens, you know for a FACT, that something is wrong here. When they seem all dandy when you get into the taxi, you should know that it is all an acting process (which deserves an Oscar I might add) to trick you into giving him more money than he already DOESNT DESERVE. But hey at least I'm inside, and fuck me coz I am.

You get into the prehistoric cab. I swear the cab is so old, that Jesus probably had ridden it. And the first thing that grabs your attention is: the smell. It's a mixture of expired urine and cheese. It's like the fucker pissed all over the place 6 years ago and never cleaned up. And if that's not enough, he'd put up a scent. Maybe cocunut. And now you have to suffer even more.....Cheese Cocunut with Piss. You know, just too freshen the car up a little.

I won't get into details about how the engine seems like it's going to explode whenever he steps on the breaks that rarely work, or how you can't even get a gasp of oxygen because the fucking handle is broken and put into the glove compartment. But I would like to comment on the seatbelts. Those fucking seatbelts. Or as I may call them:belts. The cabs have these black pieces of cloth, designed to look like real seatbelts, just to get away from any trouble with the checkpoints. First of all, it isn't that hard or expensive to apply the seatbelt option in your car, if you can fucking afford the dolls, the mobile stand, the decoration lights, and that ugly ugly gold-plated box where you put your fucking tissues in, then you can afford a seatbelt. And secondly, you should be wanting a fucking seatbelt. With the way you drive, and the way your car seems to swerve on its own every now and then, and the way other Egyptian lunatics drive, a seatbelt could come quite in handy. And get this, this is my favorite part: If they actually do have a seatbelt and you come to put it on, they INISIT that you don't BECAUSE there are no checkpoints close by. And they actually get insulted when you do! "What? You Don't Trust My Driving?" Fuck you and fuck your driving, I'm putting the shit on whether you like it or not.

My favorite part of the ride though, is the conversation that takes place. Especially when they claim that they lived abroad, in Iraq, Libya, Saudi Arabia and fucking Amsterdam. I even remember one driver claim that he owned a restaurant in London....IN LONDON! Couldn't the fuck actually try to make the story more believable??? Why you fucking liars. If they don't start complaining about the 'youth' while offering 15 year old passengers cigarettes, they'd actually put on their tapes full blast. Not your normal tapes, no. They put on QURAN fullblast, and you don't have the heart to tell them to turn it down a notch, or else you're fucking murdered. As the other blog mentioned, they have the Quran on fullblast, WHILE using the most disturbing Arabic swear words, directed at his fellow collegues and other citezens. I really don't know how he could be in fury at the other people when he's driving with both his side mirrors missing.

The final part of the whole situation, could be the most intense. Paying the incompentent cocksucker.

Ghazy: How much?

Taxi Fuck: No, it doesnt matter. (khalee Khales)

Ghazy: No really, how much?

Taxi Fuck: Whatever you give me will be fine sir. (2eletgeebo 7adretak)

Ghazy hands in the 10 pound note (which is much more than enough)

Taxi Fuck: This won't do, I need another tenner.

Taxi drivers are never reasonable with their bargaining. They have to start with the 'double' and then you have to work your way down. Anyway, I never give them an extra penny, I just walk off, or I simply threaten them. If they don't accept the ten, then I'll call over a police officer and make him look at the meter. In Egypt, it is a law that the Cab drivers have to use their meters as a way of getting their fare (which would seem normal to anyone living in a decent country). Not by bargaining. So the fucker chickens out and as usual, I win.

So, with their wrecked veichles, incoherent conversations, and terrible bargaining skills, I conclude that taxi drivers in Egypt are actually the biggest twats you can deal with. And if any taxi driver uses this excuse after he takes you to your desired destination: "But I'm going back free." (7arga3 fadi)....simply ask him to shove that thing he calls a gearbox up his ass.

Thank god for private transportation.

My Major Psychotic Fucking Hatred.....

It's funny how I got negative comments from shitheads because I talk about everyday issues such as sex and religion. So I'm devoting this next post to something entirely different, something that could make everybody fine and dandy. This next post will reveilmy utmost disgust and hatred. This post will be entirely devoted to Cockroaches. Yes Cockroaches. I'm sure most of you are probably thinking "Oh fuck, there's no way in hell he's going to take on insects!" Guess what? Yes he is.

I've had this fear of the creepy crawlers since I was a little boy. Ever since I was in a bathroom at a friend of a family friends friends house and saw one walking next to the faucet. It was as if the little prick was giving me dirty looks, because he tilted his head to face me, and then started wiggiling his spooky long hair-like antennnas at my direction. The fucker was trying to tell me something in Cockroach lingo. Right after he scared the living shit out of me, he calmly walked towards the plughole, looked at me one last time, and left. That last look was even worse than a god damn exorcist. The last look is what really sent shivers down my spine, I'm certain he looked at me and said "You're fucked."

Ever since that dreadful day I've hated the idea of roaches. Not the insect community as a whole,I 'm actually fond of grasshoppers, but just roaches. I can't even look at a roaches picture, it's the worse case of Entomophobia I have ever witnessed.

My question is, why the fuck did god create those useless hideous creatures in the first place?They do not add anything to the life cycle we live in, they don't help us get rid of other unwanted pests and they certainly do not look pretty. In fact, they're fucking ugly. I'd rather sleep with Kathy Bates than think of a cockroach. Did god create them just to piss me off? Honestly, what do you think their mission in life is? Walk around sewers all day, popping out whenever they want to fuck with an innocent 6 year olds head? Fuck cockroaches, I hope they all die. And I wouldn't recommend beheading them, the fuckers can live up to seven days without their heads. What kind of freaky creature is that? It just goes to show you that they don't even need a brain to function in the real world, they're just plain fucking stupid.

Another thing that freaks me out is when they die. I should be thankful that a cockroach dies, but the weird thing is they die with their hands over their chests as if they're getting a proper fucking burial. I swear the fuckers die as if they're going to be carried in an open coffin infront of the cockroach community. Fucking sick bastards.

I almost ate one once. And that was a few months ago. In one of the fanciest Italian restauraunts in Cairo. I ordered a lasagne, and half way through the disturbingly tasty meal, I witness an oversized creature, upside down, floating around on one of the latter sheets, in the Rabu. My mind seriously went blank, and I ran to the bathroom and threw up like a drunken whore at her first ever house party. I was hoping everything, including my intestines could just exit my body. After about an hour of trying to calm me down that fucking waiter comes up to me and says "The restauraunt would like to offer you any free meal of your choice." What the fuck? Are you actually being serious? Did your mom drop you on a fucking pavement when you were a baby you stupid cunt? First of all, if the guy was in his right state of mind, he wouldn't even offer me something out of their filthy fucking kitchen, and secondly, who the fuck would want to eat at a time like this? If you really want to compensate, then allow me to slit the throats of your entire family right before your eyes, and then let me watch you eat their insides you stupid mud jouster. Another meal, why that fucking fool.

It's a fact that cockroaches spit and defecate on food while they stroll on it as if they're walking in the fucking park. It's also a fact that the little fuckers spend 75% of their entire lifetime resting. But they still manage to fuck me up in the minor 25% they have left. The female roaches are fucking slutty jizzeaters too, they actually fucking eat on the males semen to fill their babies with protien. Fucking sick. And those cum lovin' female cockroach sluts, get fucked once and then stay pregnant for the rest of their lives. That's just god being totally unreasonable.

So I concluded that these insects are scary, useless, lazy and slutty. I hope they all die, and burn in hell for eternity, I hope they scream, choke, burn and boil for ever and ever and ever. And I swear to god if one person thinks of defending cockroaches in their comments they are going to witness the shortest and most painful death they can ever witness.

No sex, No religion...just fucking roaches.

I hate them.

Live It Up You Fucking Pussies!

The band is something, for all of you who already know me thought I'd writeabout first. But I didn't. Because other issues such as masturbation and puny penises came in the way. But now this post is devoted to what I call: The Best Band in the World. When you read it, it does not seem realistic to you, and I don't blame you. Lots of tone deaf people ask me to live in the 'real world', as if I'm living in a fucking computer game. These are the same people who have, in my head, unrealistic goals in their lives. Such as getting married and living with a HAPPY family. Fuck no. You're not going to live happy for shit, you're going to get up, go to work, get home, eat your wifes fucked up uncooked spagetti and meatballs that taste like gum, take a shit, try to fuck her, and then go to sleep. And the next morning, you go off to work again, but this time, you get sick of your wifes shit cooking, you get sick of the extra two noisy children your wife gave birth to, and you get fed up with your wifes disability to please you anymore (which is probably your fault because that beer belly that accumalated in the past few years of marriage) so you go out and cheat on her. And then she finds out. And then it's all over. Is that the life you want you depressing boring fuck?

How about this life: Imagine yourself, doing something you love, TILL THE END OF TIME, and getting paid shit loads of money, and then when your 35 you can settle down, get married and have the kids you always wanted (because having reproducing is something fun for married couples). And don't give me this "you'll be too old to get children". Fuck you. My dad was 35 when I was born, and I'm living the best life ever, better than all of you shitheads who can't enjoy and make use of all the pleasures that have been presented to you in your sorry sorry life.

Anyway, I graduated, so to keep my parents happy, because parents are the hardest to convince. And now I'm free. Now I'm working on my music, and honestly, if it does not work out (which is nearly impossible since the bands music is probably the best to come out of this shithole you people call a country) I'll find something else I love doing, that involves talent and creativity. I'm not going to graduate and automatically go work in a bank just because it seems like "good experiance" at first. Fuck the Bank and Fuck you. I'm going to live it up, I'm going to entertain the masses and I'm going to let everyone have the privilege to listen to the music me and my band member have created. And your going to listen and say "well whattdayaknow, this is fuckin' brilliant!" Get all the biased shit out of your blood, you hate-filled envious motherfuckers! The real world is what waits for you outside when you go and take risks with your life, not become fucking pussies at home working on paperwork. Live it up I say, and enjoy yourselves.

Most of you still think "Oh he'll never make it!" and maybe I won't but HEY, at least I'm giving it a try, while you're at home thinking of how to get your first raise after 5 years of work, I'll be enjoying myself trying make use of something I love, and if worse gets to worse, I have a degree to fall back on, and work in anything...ANYTHING that I want, because I have a luxury called 'creativity'.

Thanks to people like you, I end up getting more motivated. Thanks to people like you, I end up feeling that I'm not arrogant, but actually realistic. And thanks to people like you, I feel good about myself every single second of every single day. Criticize all you want. It'll bite you in the ass in a few years time. And I will be waving out your window, just to amuse myself.

And for those who supported me and the band, and you guys know yourselves well. Thank you, and like we promised...everyone is going to get a 7 series Beemer as a gift from yours truely. But you only get one ride. And then you give it back you greedy assholes.

Fuck you and Thank you.

Those Fucking Men.

Men. Those fucking men. Yes I'm a guy and I fucking hate MEN. I hate the waymost of them act, think and talk. When your at a party, and everyone is having a great fucking time, and then suddenly, in the center of the crowd you find arms, chairs and misellanious objects just popping up into the air. What's the first thing your going to think of? A cock fight. That's it. Another one of those fucking useless and party pooping cock fights. You automatically, and rightly so, assume that two males are going at it just to prove who has what it takes to impress all the women around them. I'm a guy, and those men are my friends and I swear to you, that's the first thing they think of, especially while they're getting punched in the fucking cheekbone: "Man, I wonder whatthose two big jugged blondes at the bar think of me now, they must be fucking wet, yeah!"BAM KERPLUNK! and he's on the floor. Fuck men. I havent been to ONE outing YET where there wasn't a fucking cockfight. Not one. I just wish that one day, I see the same punches being thrown, and then go to see what's really going on and witness two girls fighting. First of all, we all need that for a change. Secondly, cat fights are fucking hilarious. Thirdly, as funny as they seem, they are actually rather sexually stimulating. Especially if mud is involved.

Those fucking men.

I also hate those big muscle jerk offs who try to replace their lack of confidence by going to the gym to gain excess muscle that looks rather unpleasent and treating their girlfriends like fucking dirt. Listen, I'm a man, and this is a true fact. Girls I need you to know this..The amount of meanness of a man is Inversely porportional to the size of his dick. In other words, the meaner he is, the smaller his ding dong. Those men have inferiority complexes about the sizes of their dicks, which are as small as peanuts most of the time, so they take it out on their hapless and helpless women partners. So women, don't feel sorry for the lady on the recieving end of a mean boyfriend, feel sorry for the boyfriend because now you know the secret: He's got nothing else to keep him happy, nothing to show for, his dick is the size of the zit that appears on your forehead in those delightful menstruation days you have every month or so.

And since we're talking about 'cocks', why the hell are there so many words that have 'cock' used in them. Peacock, Cockroach, Cocktail, Cockpit, Shuttlecock, balance cock....and many more. Suddenly cock is the euphemism for everything now. I bet you a male with a small cock thought of all the previous cock related words.

Those fucking Men.

A Message to Women.

Why is it that nearly the entire female population get all embarressed and offended if you ask them about their private sex life, more known as : Masturbation. I say, if women want to be equal to men, then they have to talk like men. Women tell us about ur masturbation fantasies. I mean, honestly, do you really expect me to believe that any female from the age of 16 till the age of 25 has never masturbated? What are you, fucking stupid? Women give me the best excuse ever too : "I don't even know how to do it, I don't know what I'm supposed to touch, I've never done it!" Complete Bullshit. Look, it's your body, you've had that body since you were born...if I had a seemingly weird looking external organ such as the vagina, for more than a fucking year, I'd want to touch it! I'd want to see what happens if I move my finger around it for a while. It's like having a car, and never pressing on the flasher button....You know it's there, you can see it because it's right in front of you, and you're so sure that if you touch it something might happen...then you press on that button....and it works! and it feels good! So you do it again!

Look, this is a true story....I was talking to a friend of mine, she's turning 19 soon, and I said the word "Clitoris" and then she was like "What is that?" But I KNEW that she was pretending to not know, because I KNOW when people bullshit. She thought that by pretending not to know what a Clitoris was, she'd seem more respectable. Well fuck that, what happens if your boyfriend says : "Balls? What are Balls?" .... what are you going to say? You're probably going to call him a fucking faggot. Of course, we men cannot call women faggots, so we just stick with "Inexperianced idiots."

Another thing that pisses me off about women: Why is it that they can call you fat and expect you not to be hurt, but if you just even THINK of commenting on her weight, she'll flip? In the past few months I've been getting kinda hefty, you know, there's this new restraunt that just opened next to my house and "fat" is all over the menu. And I order the menu. Anyway, so this girl was like "awwww You're growing tits!" I was like "oh yeah? you simple minded fat cocksucking bitch...you're so fat that people run around you for exercise!"

But in the end, I have to say, that I can't live without them. Yes they seem fucking gentle and caring when they're really blunt and sneaky people, and yes they talk about the most pointless crap a donkey wouldn't approve of, but I can't live without them.

It Will Never Make Sense, Not Even To Me.

To me the best way of writing things that tend to seem intellectual and extremely meanigful to the reader, is to write gibberish, things that have no meaning whatsoever. Nevertheless, the reader could interpet the masterpiece in any way he/she would like, but i would perfer the reader to be a male, not because I am sexist, just because I'd perfer it. Sexism. If i would perfer my readers to be males, does that make me a sexist? no it doesnt. It just means that i like males more than woman. but not sexually of course. we will get back to the sexual dimensions of this conversation later in life. In the world we live in, everything is created to point out differences between us, like sexism. they want us to fight. they want us to spill blood. I love women, but I love men more. If I like butter over margirine, does that make me a racist towards all margirine products? no. It's taste. Butter is fun. It's taste. Just like clothesand music...and women.
I swear I did not write any of the previous statements while intoxicated or stoned. 'Stoned' is derived from the romans, where they used to burn the hash using stonesand then inhale the smoke. I bet you didnt know that. I just found out yesterday. A friend told me.you want to know how she found out? she read a little book on pot that i had in my room. Lets do the math. My room therefore my book. Her statement therefore her interest in the book. I bought the book because it was cute. I dont even smoke pot.

I hate computers. Evil Creatures. If something can multiply 923749173497314 by 3294832085430814 in less than a nanosecond then yes, it is an evil creature.
i hope everyone reading this understands my point of view, yes ladies, i know you are stillbedazzled ( just wanted to use the word because Hurley is hot) with my comments on sexismand what have you. But in the end, i am also bedazzled (just wanted to use the word because Hurley is hot). For I am Ghazy, Lord of Vitamens.

To prove my point:
I want you to train me to be a professional robot because i cannot become one on my own with your experience and wisdom and talent you can help me become the robot of my dreams.
I promise you, if Thom Yorke read that previous passage, he would think of me as a genius, a waste of talent, as competition, and a role model. Whereas if my father read it, he would think I'm on drugs.

That is the difference between Thom Yorke and my father.

Thom Yorke would think that i am talking about the government.My father would think that i am talking out of my ass.A robot would actually be flattered. But i just wanted to dance the robot dance after watching eurotrip.

Is that all?

no there's more.

Killing an Arab

Ok, so after that first post, you kind of have an idea of what my personality is really about. I can assure you that your idea is terribly mis-judged. Anyway, I'm a political science graduate, minored in Economics, and trust me, I do not, I repeat, I DO NOT post any political thoughts that have to do with recent events. Not only am I not interested in giving you my political thoughts, I'm very pro-US. So of course, as soon as that was read by my Arab compatriots, a loud and ear aching "what?" was said. Yes I'm an Arab, but I can't stand Arabs. I can't stand the way they link anything to conspiracies. I will tell you a true story, and I swear to the mother of god I am not making any of this shit up: I was in a cab about a year ago, and suddenly it starts to rain...which is something uncommon in Cairo. The cab driver looks to me and whispered the following words (as if we were being watched by the fucking CIA):

I bet you the Israelis have something to do with this! They're so sly they make it rain in Cairo whenever they want. I know what I'm talking about.

See what I'm trying to say? I swear to you that he was actually SERIOUS. I asked him if he was fucking kidding, and he sort of called me an infidel because I questioned his thoughts on the Jews.

So that's how it is here, they have to blame anything ANYTHING bad happening to them on something else, usually the 'enemy'. The always have to feel sorry for themselves, they can never EVER consider themselves lazy, incompetent and just plain fucking stupid. Arabs need to clean up their act, and their cities. They need to be less filthy and more intellectual. They have to start giving women their rights to live as normal humans, not as low as pigs in a pig sty. And they have to stop using Islam as the solution to all their problems, sometimes it might be the most naive and destructive solution ever. I don't like getting off topic, but I will leave you with a note that you can think about later: In Islam, if the wife does not wish to have sexual intercourse with her husband at any certain day, even if she is dying from freakin' AIDS, he has the right to hit her till she undergoes the un-wanted sex. And by the way, that is almost the same definition as rape to me. Don't you think?

The Pilot

This is my first ever blog, and what amuses me the most about blogs, especially the early ones, is that you can write and write all you want, till the end of time....and still not be sure if anyone is going to read it. There are millions of sites, including thousands and thousands of blogs, and you have to hope to dear god (notice no capital g....) that someone, anyone, anything, even a 8 year old bipolar freak would stumble onto your precious blog. Everyone thinks that their blog represents the best information on the internet. Even I think that. But what I can tell you is that we're all a bunch of idiots. And we're all goofy. And we're all trying to force our thoughts onto the innocent minds of robots which I would like to call humans. If you read my thoughts, your life will change indefinitly. I can't be sure if it's to the better or to the worse, but hey, any change is good. You don't want to be that fucker scratching your genitals while watching Oprah for 20 years do you?

god bless you all.
and no, I do not smoke pot.....