Waiting

When I was younger I would run away from my reality by immersing myself completely in books. One book after the other, I wouldn’t stop reading until I was far far away. Now that I’m older, I realize that I ran away from my reality by coming to the US. The more I run away, the more I feel lost and now I just can’t help but ask myself; what the fuck am I running away from?

Boxers or briefs?

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» Greyshorts yaboonich! :-p Also, I’ve always wanted Eiffel Tower panties. I Wonder where I can get me some of those.

Oh-Matthew

Shoosh: Everything you’re NOT looking for is combined in this guy!

Me: but…

Shoosh: He might as well be a girl while he’s at it!

Me: He very well could be.

Shoosh: Because he has boobs?

Me: They’re called man-pecks.

Fu’boll

Does masculinity oppose femininity?

Me: Ew Korat qadam! Wain il onootha?

Rain: Chub! Ana kili onootha aslan! 7atan laman al3ab a7e6 make-up.

Me: Ah, ee la kilich onootha 3ayal.

Disclaimer: I know that I sound like a retard for thinking that soccer isn’t for girls. I honestly don’t care if girls play soccer, I was just giving her a hard time because I hate it so much! 

Literary Interpretation 101

A Late Aubade
by Richard Wilbur

You could be sitting now in a carrel
Turning some liver-spotted page,
Or rising in an elevator-cage
Toward Ladies’ Apparel.

You could be planting a raucous bed
Of salvia, in rubber gloves,
Or lunching through a screed of someone’s loves
With pitying head,

Or making some unhappy setter
Heel, or listening to a bleak
Lecture on Schoenberg’s serial technique.
Isn’t this better?

Think of all the time you are not
Wasting, and would not care to waste,
Such things, thank God, not being to your taste.
Think what a lot

Of time, by woman’s reckoning,
You’ve saved, and so may spend on this,
You who had rather lie in bed and kiss
Than anything.

It’s almost noon, you say? If so,
Time flies, and I need not rehearse
The rosebuds-theme of centuries of verse.
If you must go,

Wait for a while, then slip downstairs
And bring us up some chilled white wine,
And some blue cheese, and crackers, and some fine
Ruddy-skinner pears.

What do YOU think it means?

Where It Starts

aah My first post.

That’s about it. I’m not in a thinking mood at the moment. The only reason I decided to even start a blog of my own was because basically everyone’s doing it. I was starting to feel left out!

I do have lot’s of things to say though. This will not be one of those blogs where relationships/coffee and ‘gezz’ turn into controversial debates. Nor will it be a very highly sophisticated blog where you actually need to turn off your ipod so that you can grasp the true intentions of it.

This should be something you read before you’re off to work (or school) for a few laughs maybe. An interesting debate here and there. SOME snapshots. with that thought and without further a due..

I welcome you to my blog.
7ayakum allah.