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For most people, the word rape conjures up images of strangers lurking in shadows jumping out to attack. However, the majority of rape victims are raped by people they’ve met and may even trust. The correct term for this is acquaintance rape.
so,im mentally raped, dont talk to me!


DSCN5630.jpgone day here last week 9 am

DSCN5637.jpg10 minutes later

2 minutes after that me=> *~*

stolen from my mailbox! 

1) I can only please one person per day.
Today is not your day. Tomorrow is not
looking good either.

2) I love deadlines. Especially the whooshing
sound as they go flying by.

3)  Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you
how to get along without it.

4)  Accept that some days you are the pigeon
and some days the statue.

5)  Never under-estimate the power of stupid
people in large groups.

6)  I don't have an attitude problem. You just
have a perception problem.

7)  Last night I lay in bed looking up to the stars
in the sky and I thought to myself, where the
heck is the ceiling?

8) My reality check bounced.

9)  On the keyboard of life, always keep one
finger on the escape key.

10)  I don't suffer from stress. I am a carrier.

11)You are slower than a herd of turtles
stampeding through peanut butter.

12)  Everybody is someone else's weirdo.

13)  Needing someone is like needing a
parachute. If they aren't there the first time,
chances are you won't be needing them

14)  Never argue with an idiot, they'll just
bring you down to their level and beat you
with experience.

so it was a while i didnt take my pills, as a result i was so fucking crazy, so one night they came & took me to some secret place; "who're they?!" im talking about aliens with horns, green skin, one blinking eye…..

they gave me new pills & told me to keep quiet so they keep me for a while, but after the first day the big boss came with a broom & told me to sweep the whole place if i wanted to stay & hell it was so big; but i wanted to stay, after a week another guy came & told me :" amigo , ya americano?!"

i sighed i said:" yep" then he told me i couldnt stay anymore for free cos that place was for aliens & unfortunately my greatgreatgreat……grandparents moved to this fucking land a long time ago that they dont call me immigrants (yes plural) anymore; so i left the place, helpless,homeless, brainless, stainless(well it's mostly for steel)…..&went back home.

yipeeee im back but im not taking my medicines again , maybe they take me there one more time.


update: apparently i was away for a week or so, well sorry, i thought i didnt want to blog for a while, seems i was wrong.

i had 4 days off work, went to DC unwillingly to her(read wife) cousin's wedding.

apart from the big bucks i paid to fuckin US airways, it was great, mr sun acted so gentlemanly that we had to be back round 8, before the dark*~*,shit, it's so hard for me not to go out for a walk after 10.30pm.

i spent most of the time with the girl, going to muesums…..; so much fun, i even asked the girl to touch vangogh's self-portrait with her wet hands; but she didnt listen!what's the use of paying taxes then?!

hhhmmm whatelse?! i spend almost a day in suit & tie+ sneakers (yep im that funny!)

then i was forced to babysit a pile of demons (4 girls+2 boys+the girl) cos i wanted to nap a bit, obviously, unpossible!

i slept during the ceremony , thanks to dad who woke me up jus in time to wish the newly wed couple blessings…..

i understood the meaning of "single dad" cos the girl's mom spent most of her time with her relatives & cousins ,specially, forgetting once upon a time she used to have a husband (yes ,it's countable)+daughter.

i heard the phrase:"so, you're that lucky guy, i mean meg's old man" more than 1000 times & all i could think was:"lucky?! WTF!^%&$%&%%&%^ suck my $%^%%$^$$" & then grined at 'em.

(well yo know i do exaggerate, but i was so tired of being introduced to every tom & dick & harry)

conclusion: 1. thanks to all those fucking brave soldiers who died for "i don remember what!" & added a holiday to the calender.

2. it took my biological clock 3 days to adjust, as a result i cant sleep till wednesday.

3. i appreciate the girl's company; she was so great coming with me to wherever i wanted (not bars idiots).

4. i wish i was allowed to stay in & oggle those beautiful relatives of meg but then she'd turn home to hell, not really worthed it.

5. im late for work, jebus, not again! guess i'd have more time blogging from now on cos the big boss gives me the sack (coming soon)

6. im taking my pills again for a while, i dont wanna sweep floors!

7. i hate suits & ties, i feel like a million $ for not having to wear such a shit at work 🙂 ( i work after the working hours, i sweep the floors, wash the dishes, babysit, …..!)

8. where're my pillllllllllllllssss.?

9. hell it's so fucking late, not for work actually, i know it's memorial day! im so hungry & sleepy

10. im outta anything, see you in mental hospital soon.

11. thanks for so many missing letters, i didnt miss yo too.

12. to ramford, thought yo were killed by whatever yo were doing (guess it was exams,right?!) there was no empty seat, if i had found any, i wouldnt have been back.

13. to others, thanks missing me a bit, i ensure i cant miss the bloggin for long, so yo cant really get rid of my crap!

14.i learned something new, hold a baby then stick yer tongue out at whoever pass yo, people look so fucking funny!

end of forwarded message, i wanna have brunch at 9.30 am!

+this weather sucks!

posted by hellboy back in heaven!

by the close study of clinical psychologists this blogger suffers from serious paranoid schizophernia and he has to stay in sanitarium for a while to balance his mental abilities.

as a result this blog will not be updated for a month or so.

PS im serious dont bother me!

im tired of this devil, omg is it really noraml to keep awake most of the night & then sleep in daylight!

ok she doesnt have much to do, but i guess there are two other human beings that have to work & cant sleep; hell i need sleep. *~*

i was thinking of suffocatin her with a pillow but i know im gonna regret it later.

better read this,im really outta my mind!


Two confirmed bachelors were sitting and
talking. Their conversation drifted from
sports to cooking. "I got a cookbook once,"
said the first, but I could never do anything
with it."

"Too much fancy cooking in it, eh?" asked
the second.

"You said it. Every one of the recipes began
the same way, 'Take a clean dish and…'"

today's the birthday sir arthur conan doyle.

so this post is for his sake.

Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle was born on May 22, 1859, in Edinburgh, Scotland. The Doyles were a prosperous Irish-Catholic family, who had a prominent position in the world of Art. Charles Altamont Doyle, Arthur's father, a chronic alcoholic, was the only member of his family, who apart from fathering a brilliant son, never accomplished anything of note. At the age of twenty-two, Charles had married Mary Foley, a vivacious and very well educated young woman of seventeen.

Arthur Conan Doyle as a young doctorMary Doyle had a passion for books and was a master storyteller. Her son Arthur wrote of his mother's gift of "sinking her voice to a horror-stricken whisper" when she reached the culminating point of a story. There was little money in the family and even less harmony on account of his father's excesses and erratic behavior. Arthur's touching description of his mother's beneficial influence is also poignantly described in his biography, "In my early childhood, as far as I can remember anything at all, the vivid stories she would tell me stand out so clearly that they obscure the real facts of my life."

After Arthur reached his ninth birthday, the wealthy members of the Doyle family offered to pay for his studies. He was in tears all the way to England, where for seven years he had to go to a Jesuit boarding school. Arthur loathed the bigotry surrounding his studies and rebelled at corporal punishment, which was prevalent and incredibly brutal in most English schools of that epoch.

During those grueling years, Arthur's only moments of happiness were when he wrote to his mother, a regular habit that lasted for the rest of her life, and also when he practiced sports, mainly cricket, at which he was very good. It was during these difficult years at boarding school, that Arthur realized he also had a talent for storytelling. He was often found, surrounded by a bevy of totally enraptured younger students, listening to the amazing stories he would make up to amuse them.

By 1876, graduating at the age of seventeen, Arthur Doyle, (as he was called, before adding his middle name "Conan" to his surname), was a surprisingly normal young man. With his innate sense of humor and his sportsmanship, having ruled out any feelings of self-pity, Arthur was ready and willing to face the world and make up for some of his father's shortcomings.

Years later he wrote, "Perhaps it was good for me that the times were hard, for I was wild, full blooded and a trifle reckless. But the situation called for energy and application so that one was bound to try to meet it. My mother had been so splendid that I could not fail her." It has been said that Arthur's first task, when back from school, was to co-sign the committal papers of his father, who by then was seriously demented.

One can get a fairly good idea of the dramatic circumstances which surrounded the confinement of his father to a lunatic asylum, in a story Arthur Conan Doyle wrote in 1880, called The Surgeon of Gaster Fell.

Family tradition would have dictated the pursuit of an artistic career, yet Arthur decided to follow a medical one. This decision was influenced by Dr. Bryan Charles Waller, a young lodger his mother had taken-in to make ends meet. Dr. Waller had trained in the University of Edinburgh and that is where Arthur was sent to carry out his medical studies.

The young medical student met a number of future authors who were also attending the university, such as for instance James Barrie and Robert Louis Stevenson. But the man who most impressed and influenced him, was without a doubt, one of his teachers, Dr. Joseph Bell. The good doctor was a master at observation, logic, deduction, and diagnosis. All these qualities were later to be found in the persona of the celebrated detective Sherlock Holmes.

A couple of years into his studies, Arthur decided to try his pen at writing a short story. Although the result called The Mystery of Sasassa Valley was very evocative of the works of Edgar Alan Poe and Bret Harte, his favorite authors at the time, it was accepted in an Edinburgh magazine called Chamber's Journal, which had published Thomas Hardy's first work. Continued…
& this link is awsome


For weeks a six-year old lad kept telling his first-grade teacher about the baby brother or sister that was expected at his house. One day the mother allowed the boy to feel the movements of the unborn child. The six-year old was obviously impressed, but made no comment. Furthermore, he stopped telling his teacher about the impending event. The teacher finally sat the boy on her lap and said, "Tommy, whatever has become of that baby brother or sister you were expecting at home?" Tommy burst into tears and confessed, "I think Mommy ate it!"


Your accountants letter of resignation is postmarked Zurich.

Your secretary tells you the FBI is on line 1, the DA is on line 2, and CBS is on 3.

You see the cruise ship captain running toward the railing wearing a life jacket.

You tell the barber what you think about his prices before you get your haircut.

People send your wife sympathy cards on your anniversary.

A black cat crosses you path and drops dead.

You see your wife and your girlfriend having lunch together.

The pest exterminator crawls under your house and never comes out.

PS something funny happened this morning, i was ready to go to work (for the first time in my life on time!) when the wife shouted:"hell where ya goin? it's sunday!"

hhhmmm apparently im so sick of living here.

Because I'm a man, when I lock my keys
in the car I will fiddle with a wire clothes
hanger and ignore your suggestions that
we call a road service until long after
hypothermia has set in.

Because I'm a man, when the car isn't running
very well, I will pop the hood and stare at the
engine as if I know what I'm looking at. If
another man shows up, one of us will say to
the other, "I used to be able to fix these things,
but now with all these computers and
everything, I wouldn't know where to start."
We will then drink beer.

Because I'm a man, when I catch a cold I need
someone to bring me soup and take care of
me while I lie in bed and moan. You never
get as sick as I do, so for you this isn't an issue.
Because I'm a man, I can be relied upon to
purchase basic groceries at the store, like
milk or bread. I cannot be expected to find
exotic items like"Cumin" or "Tofu" For all I
know these are the same thing. And never,
under any circumstances, expect me to pick
up anything for which "feminine hygiene
product" is a euphemism.

Because I'm a man, when one of our
appliances stops working I will insist on taking
it apart, despite evidence that this will just cost
me twice as much once the repair person gets
here and has to put it back together.

Because I'm a man, I must hold the television
remote control in my hand while I watch TV. If
the thing has been misplaced, I may miss a
whole show looking for it (though one time I
was able to survive by holding a calculator).

Because I'm a man, I don't think we're all that
lost, and no, I don't think we should stop and
ask someone. Why would you listen to a
complete stranger-I mean, how the hell could
he know where we're going?
Because I'm a man, there is no need to ask
me what I'm thinking about. The answer is
always either sex or football, though I have to
make up something else when you ask, so don't.

Because I'm a man, I do not want to visit your
mother, or have your mother come visit us, or
talk to her when she calls, or think about her
any more than I have to. Whatever you got her
for mother's day is okay, I don't need to see it.
And don't forget to pick up something for my
Mom too!!

Because I'm a man, you don't have to ask me
if I liked the movie. Chances are, if you're crying
at the end of it, I didn't.

Because I'm a man, I think what you're wearing
is fine. I thought what you were wearing five
minutes ago was fine, too. Either pair of shoes
is fine. With the belt or without it looks fine. Your
hair is fine. You look fine. Can we just go now?

Because I'm a man, and this is, after all, the
1st century, I will share equally in the housework.
You just do the laundry, the cooking, the
gardening, the cleaning, and the dishes.
ll do the rest.

~ This has been ~
A public Service message for Women,
to better understand the Male animal.


cast in alphabetical order:

Alex: the sweetest hottest chick i ever met in my life. her smiles worth million bucks & her cries makes you the most miserable man in the world. she's good at giving headaches instead of hard-ons.

honestly you dont have a life with her. but i dont remember if i had a life without her. she's the biggest miracle of my life. im really thankful to Lord for giving me the cutest daughter in the (my)world.


Ali-reza: among all my brothers , this one's the worst. you can never say no to him. he jus listens patiently to you for hours but in the end you gotta obey. i owe him my life & i mean it. he's a magician, he's the kinda guy that thinks every human has his own way to reach God & he tries his best to share his experiences, he turned this agnotic, cranky disastrous lush who didnt know a better place than bars to someone more tolerable. i went through terrible times fighting with the demons in my mind & he was there with a smile, i miss him & the mosque we spent lotta good times together(hell i miss boston), i guess i find my own path to salvation ; Islam's not as bad as you think. & i dont think im a terrorist, am i?!


Clyde & Hugh: these two guys were attached to each other from the first time i knew 'em, this couple made me believe there's a reason to live; there's someone to live for; they were kinda my parents; the worst parents anyone can have, i never know which one was the mom & which one was the dad, but i knew i was the baby. Gotta thank 'em for many nights they kept on talking to convince me it was a bad idea to end my life; better stop being a shit & act wise. well im still a shit with better ideas 🙂


Hilmy: he's my wise brother, formally funny. but i think he's really serious & seldom funny in his own way. ask him something & he has the answer right there. we have this sunday school, with e-mails never sent on sundays; he's a real christian & he jus let me look at christ differently.i never had the chance to meet him face to face but hope i can do it one day. (money needed!)


Kev: bro, bro, bro; he's my elder bro. we have nothing in common, jus same parents, some genes & of course the last name. we're not really like each other, ready to shoot whenever in sight. apart from all the fights we have, we try to stand beside eachother in hard time, that's why we never answer the phone when we're sure the other's in trouble 😆


Meg: omg, what can i say about her, jus a word & it can describe everything. she's the WIFE. say no to her & then you see death infronna yer eyes.


Rinnie: i dont have a sister, not one of my own, but this girl is the sister God forgot to give me. she's really honest, you can tell her anything but you have to be careful not to cross the lines; (hell i dont remember how many times i crossed the lines!) she tells you what she thinks & when she dunno what to say she simply says :i dunno. she's on my list of "wanna meet one day."


Zyven: another bro, the little one, he's always the last, the last to get ready, the last to finish his meal, the last to get to bed…. & mom was always angry at me or Kev cos he's the last. God you know how many times i wish something bad happens to him & you never listened to me. thanks for not listening. unlike Kev, Zyven's quite like me, kinda crazy i mean. not finished school yet (yes he's that small) waste most of his times with his bandmates; hell i told him many times that music cant bring him money, not in near future, but he doesnt wanna listen. well we, the bigger bros, try to support him anyway cos he's the last.

ps: Zyven was in fact Ziven, a slavic name means vigorous, seems my parents were creative for the last one & hell he's as strange as his name.

a nice sleep can heal anything, i mean it. no stomachache, it's all gone. well of course i took some pills!

moral of the story: never drink milk with too much fruits or……


thanks the girl for not waking us up after midnight. i told her several times it's a very bad habit to disturb others while they are asleep, seems at last she understood. (did she?! i doubt 🙂 )

ok this is for today, gotta go to work.


An American journalist was stopped at a Russian Checkpoint in the bullet-pocked suburb of Chechnya. The Russian soldier said, "Get out of the car and open the trunk!" The American replied, "I'm sorry, but the hand brake on the car is broken. I can't take my foot off the brake or it'll roll back down the hill." So the Russian says, "Do you take me for a FOOL?!" as he slides into the passenger seat, and stamps his big boot onto the brake pedal. "Now, go and open the trunk!" So the journalist reluctantly complies with the soldier's request and goes and opens the trunk of the car. "Now", shouts the Russian from inside the car, "Is there any contraband in there?"

im dyin of this stomachache i dunno where it comes from; maybe i shouldnt eat too much fruit or does swinging too much give this kinda pains?! i thought swings jus gives gaggin & retching.

all i can say is :" yesterday i was dirty, wanted to be pretty, i know now that i'm forever dirt "

one more thing, a friend send me this link ; you can download the flash file here. it's so funny; i better go to bed. 😦

ph-10058.jpgi like this pic & the sentence on it:

" I have a drinking problem, i have 2 hands but 1 mouth"

geee, im so sleepy today. i spent a goddammed time looking for a heat treatment data we did some weeks ago; idiot boy i am, i had all my papers except this one, holyshit, it's one of those days that nothing goes right, gotta find it, i do need it, i dunno why i cant be a lil bit tidy so dont have to tear myself apart lookin in every corner & finiding's always the same, anything leanred?! obviously not. circles, circles, loops….. so to let my brain turn around itself more, i put a meaningless song of jbj (hey that's jon bon jovi not jus blowjob!)& let it play as long as my player has enough battery. i like this part: "Ooh, Ooh, la la laa – I was dancing with the Queen of New Orleans Ooh, Ooh la la laa- Dancing in the streets of New Orleans Ooh, Ooh la la laa- Dancing cheek to cheek in New Orleans Ooh, Ooh la la laa- It was almost like a dream That night I made a move, man I felt hard When I put my hands in her cookie jar She was more than a girl, she was a cabaret star I was a deer in the lights of a speeding car……" my mind is now in the condition of "fuck me hard cos im a bitch." better move on, it's getting late, i want my data! guess i know what happened to it. someone has thrown it out to the dust bin & now it's miles away, maybe recycled to something better. oh no, that's terrible, lazy lazy stupid boy i hate you , so shove off!

this is stolen from somewhere i dont remember; goldfish memory, you know!!!!

Chemical Analysis of Man"


ELEMENT : Male Human
ATOMIC WEIGHT : Accepted as 165 but is known to vary from 120 to 250 lbs
(mutations have been known to exceed 800 lbs.)
OCCURRENCE : Quantities in all urban areas
USES : I) Useful when accompanying element WO, especially in
sports cars
II) Most powerful agent for allowing money to run
through fingers
III) Can be a great aid to relaxation or a continuous
source of frustration
PHYSICAL PROP. : I) Surfaces hairy, sometimes bristly
II) Boils at inappropriate times and freezes during
highly competitive sporting activity
III) Melts if given the proper treatment
IV) Bitter if used incorrectly
V) Found in various states, especially Alaska
VI) Non-magnetic, some bordering on superconductivity
VII) Yields to pressure applied by opposite elements
VIII) In its natural state it varies considerably, but
the shape is often artificially changed to conform
to that of a perfect specimen. Such transformations
can be seen at beaches and arenas
IX) In some instances may start to gain weight and look
like they have swallowed a keg of beer causing them
to release noxious gases noisily
X) Emits putrid fumes after vigorous activity
CHEMICAL PROP. : I) Possesses a great affinity for gold and silver in
top layers while lower layers tend to be laden with
II) Able to absorb great quantities of expensive
III) May explode spontaneously if left alone with a
IV) Insoluble in liquids but activity is increased by
saturation in alcohol
V) Properties are vastly improved if specimen is
placed in the dark and massaged
VI) Most fusable with element WO
TESTS : I) Pure specimens turn leathery if found in the
natural state
II) Turns green if placed beside a better specimen
CAUTIONS : I) Highly dangerous except in experienced hands, must
be used with great care and patience if experiments
are to succeed
II) It is illegal to possess more than one
III) When detaching a permanent specimen get appropriate
IV) Tendancy toward self-destruction when ego is burned
V) Age of specimen is in direct proportion to the
expense of having him around

"i feel like…" is the very first thing that comes to my mind ever morning (well of course after the bathroom process)

i think of a word & then that makes my day. this is the list of suggested words & their consequences:

1. Shit: it's a great feeling, your day's highlighted by different kinda shit, like bird shit on yer recently washed 4-wheel to boss shit who makes you work extra hours without paying extra money.

2. being lucky: well this is when there's something really wrong when you wake up, like colliding with a moving object aka sb's slippers or hitting yer head against the wall; this feeling gives you nothing except imaginary happiness.

3. feeling tired: this is after a hard working day without much sleep; you wanna stay in bed & sleep forever, well you better get up or there are some living creatures who are ready to break yer neck & let you lie there forever.

4. feeling blue: on this day all yo see is blue, blue sky, blue boss, blue milk, blue snow, blue sun…..

5. studying: this is so rare, apparently this means that there's something really wrong with yer brain. better go to doctor.

6. being happy: what?! wanna be happy?! oh no that's not on the list. if you feel happy then all those unfortunate events gonna happen.

7. enough, havent i said enough crap?! today i feel like being shitty tired, so better go to bed & read some books!

quote of the day: im not silly, well not as silly as you are. but im proud to say im a real jerkass.

question of the day: what's the difference between being "silly" & being "stupid"

1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time…. I
know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my
crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire
room for the T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and
change the channel manually.

3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it
too". Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?

4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it
is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do
people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna kick their asses!

5. When people say, while watching a film, "Did you see that?". No,
Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.

6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?"…. Didn't really give
me a choice there, did ya, Sunshine?

7. When something is "new and improved!"…Which is it? If it's new,
then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement,
then there must have been something before it, so it couldn't be new.

8. When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the
longest damn thing anyone ever experiences!! What can you do that's

9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come
yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, Dumb-ass?

it’s champion’s final. i dont fuckin care who wins, im thinkin of arsenala, that’s a better choice for the winner!
dont doubt it, im not ok, my head collapsed with the closet door all aciddentally!
here’s another link
hope i get better soon!

today when i woke up , i knew it's one of those days.

one of those days that i feel like shit & then shit's coming! it's a proved fact, no need for my experiments!

today was a friend's b'day, jus handed him his present, shook hand & byebye, shit, poor guy wanted to thank me,  i like being shit!

for today check this

let's walk on someone's nerve!

DSCN5595.jpgat last i made my mind, everything shows im wastin lotta time by puter, so i decided to unistall all my games + messengers, it's so fucking hard, but i think it's the only way i can get my ass stuck to the desk & study for my master's or hamster's :-d!

apart from that;it's snowing again,geee i hate it. this pic's kuskokwim river, the ice's still not broken! aha i read something funny, let's make this post worth posting.


The boss calls four of his employees into the office and says, "I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to let one of you go." Black Employee: "I'm a protected minority." Female Employee: "And I'm a woman." Oldest Employee: "Fire me, buster, and I'll hit you with an age discrimination suit so fast it'll make your head spin." To which they all turn to look at the helpless young, white, male employee, who thinks a moment, then responds: "I think I might be gay…"

i like the way my brain contorl my body. it's been a few days i was thinking about fixin my bike, obviously i didnt go further & keep it as a wish. but my brain thought i've gone cycling,as a result i feel so tired, and there's this terrible pain in my knee as if i have pedalled a long distance.

next time im gonan think of climbing Everest & see what happens, may be i die of frostbite 🙂

i know im so fuckin talented, but there are times i doubt it & there are other times i see some proofs.

today's one of those days i show my talent to everyone. this morning, well, it's still morning , i decided to make breakfast cos it's mother's day & show what a good boy i am; yeah brilliant!

so i started with coffee, some water plus some eggs, i prefer fried eggs, so one boiled egg for meg (she caught cold cos of so many snowballs i threw at her last night, but i feel no pity, she deserved it! yohahahha)

finished with setting the table, i went upstairs to wake everyone up; i really love this part. knock, knock, knock….. stay there till you're sure they're up. i used to turn the lights on as well; but it's useless here, sun's shining brightly most of the times!

i was tryin to convince the girl to wake up; she's the most sleepy creature i've ever seen, she likes to stay in bed till 8-9 (right, unpossible!) when mom-in-law knocked & said, there's something burning. BURNING , no way, i couldnt smell anything, then i was reminded that my nose's one of the useless parts of my body (beside my brain) i can never feel different smells when i have to & i always sense allergens from miles away!

cut the long story short; something was burning, i burnt the boiled egg, this was fabulously new. it's really hard to burn boiling eggs, first you gotta make sure you vaporized all the water(in my case i dont remember whether i put the egg in boiling water or jus on the cooker), then the egg must become really hot, after a while you can decompose some chemical compounds to carbon, apart from the big discovery yo made, the smell is terrible. we opened all windows to get some fresh air.

moral: everyone's so proud of me that they wont let me make breakfast for a while 🙂

i still love being a turtle

happy mother's day to all moms, i never dare to hate all moms, do i?!

untitled2.JPGsorry for the last post, sometimes i feel kinda emo, hope you enjoy this
ps: this is jose, look carefully, he was so small! 😦
A Kindergarten teacher was giving a lesson to her pupils, and she
asked them, "Ok, if three birds are sitting on a fence, and I shoot
one, how many are left?"

One of the boys raised his hand and the teacher called on
him, "None," he answered. "No, I'm sorry, the answer is TWO," the
teacher replied. "But," returned the boy, "if you shot at one bird,
wouldn't the other two fly away?" "Well, that's still not the right
answer," began the teacher, "but I like the way you think!"

"Ok, now I have a question for you," started the boy. "If three
women are standing on a sidewalk eating ice cream and one is just
nibbling at it, one is really licking it, and the other is shoving
it deep down into her throat… how can you tell which one is

"Now, I really don't like this question," lectured the teacher, "but
I would have to say it is the third one." The boy glanced casually
at his teacher, "Nope, it is the one wearing the ring… But," he
added, "I like the way you think."

reading this, i felt kinda jealous. it's foolish but i never had this much of courage to admit & talk about what i felt & what i feel every year on that certain day.

i always hated people for saying "i understand your feelings", knowing it's jus a big lie, im not gonna say so, i've never been in their shoes . but i can try to imagine how they felt "miserable,unfair"

over 9 years passed & i still cant talk about it, the more years pass, the fresher it gets;jus like a swollen wound, i can gaze at the screen, think & think & think without writing a word.

there are times i feel God's not fair, how could he done that, there are millions of ol people in this world prayin for death, why he does it to guys who're not ready yet.

geeeee i cant go on, better stop this shit before the tears rollin down my face.

i miss my parents badly, more than any other time, i wanted them to be in my wedding, i wanna tell 'em i love you, i wanna have my mom in my place this sunday to show her im not that aggresive naughty boy anymore.