I Write. U Read.

Hii. See? When I told you that this time around, I’m back for good, I wasn’t kidding. Anyways, before I start off, let me throw it out to you, that this is just another one of my banters, and has no specific topic. Most of which are based on my times here. Oh btw, my blog is very near to completing its first year out on the net. It’s not like I’m not excited or anything, ah, who am I kidding- ‘course I’m excited. Yes, the amount of blog posts/followers I have are way too low compared to what I’ve should put up in a year, but come on; it’s not that big a deal, right?

Today, my mom asked me to tutor my baby sister, cuz she’s got her exams coming up and shit. Well, I’ll make a clean breast of it. At first, I didn’t try well, I was just getting along with most of the stuff she was saying. But, a while later, it hit me, this was my own sister that I was teaching. As an elder brother, I shouldn’t be misleading her. And that is when I started trying for real, and believe it or not, teaching a kid is definitely, I repeat, definitely the hardest task I’ve ever come across. As with enough reason, I totally gave up that shit. So much for being an elder brother. She held this stuff against me, and naturally, we were at loggerheads. That is, until she sent me to Coventry. Well, what can I say?

Baby sisters.


I admit I was mad at first, which to my horror, was something that my brother noticed. When he asked me about it, the picture below completely sums up my reaction.

I lied.

You know ever since I got done with my A Levels, I haven’t touched a book- like, literally. Now, whenever my mom takes that tone of nagging me to study, which she does out of habit, I look at her straight in the eye, with the expression that says something like: “Yeah, you got something to say?” And, let me tell you, that feels pretty darn good. However, it’s not all bright sides. You see, since I’ve not written anything in a long ass time, my current handwriting is worse than a 3 year old with ADD. No, I’m not kidding. I remember faking to be sick when I’d have tuitions I didn’t feel like attending, but my dad usually calls my bluff, so I attend them anyway. It’s actually nice, y’know- faking to be sick. I mean, you always get to have someone fuss over you.

Oh hey, I almost forgot to tell you people, it was my parents’ 19th anniversary, yesterday. Dad isn’t here, so mom had dinner at home, something she never did until now, during her anniversaries. However, my brother and I got her this cake pictured below. And the taste of that cake still lingers in me, and sometimes, it haunts me. I’ve never tasted a cake quite like it.

I miss you, cake.

Oh, and did I tell you that yesterday, dad called us in, and dropped a huge bombshell? Turns out that I’m going back to Riyadh within a very short time. Few weeks, tops. And, let’s just say that I overreacted a tad bit more than I should have. Hey, don’t blame me! I come from a big line of major over reactors. My mom- total nutjob. Stories about my grandfather over reacting were legendary. So yeah, it pretty much runs in my blood. At first- I thought Mom was gonna chew Dad out for letting us go back home. Well, that did happen, but towards the end, mom said that she’ll “think about it”. And, living with my family for 18 years, I have come to learn that “think about it” always meant a positive outcome. So, it basically translates to “Yep, the kids can go back.”

First thing I do when I go back home, is play a FIFA 12 tourney with my people. I know FIFA 13 is out and all, but 12 just seems to be more comfy. Man, I totally miss ditching tuitions, and attending these FIFA 12 tourneys. However, this one time, I got busted, and that totally set my parents on fire. Because, as strange as it may seem to be, to my parents, ditching tuitions, is worse than doing cocaine, and getting 3 girls pregnant. Whatever the hell, I can’t wait to go back. You know, I kinda feel dizzy. I think it has something to do with the long hours of nonstop dubstep blasting through my headphones. Next on the playlist, is "A Milli" by Lil' Wayne, and I think we all know how much I despise him. No hate Mr. Wayne, but please stop making records. You will be doing all of us a favour.

You know you cannot disagree.

Alright, man. The latest episode of Modern Family is about to air, which I cannot miss, even if Hell should bar the way. However, as I leave, let me warn you of not letting away any opportunities to kick back and have fun that you might get. Because,  life will usually get in the way.

Peace, yo.

Between Now, and Hereafter.

Hi, hello, please spare me the usual intro where I say how long it’s been, and accuse myself of irregularity. Well, guilty as charged.  If this blog was a world famous one, right now, I would have walked in on gunpoint, and would be feeling a billion eyeballs on my back. Matter of fact, I lost track of time ever since I stopped blogging. And now, honestly, it is seemingly pretty hard picking up where we left off. But nevertheless, this time, Marzoukeh has returned for good- no shit. I am not leaving this time, until death do us apart, or…someone offers me a soda, whichever comes first.

Yes, I do relate to this.

Okay, first up, let me tell you why I’ve been out for awhile now. Well, primarily, it’s not like my love for blogging has faced any tarnishes, however, I lack motivation. And believe me, I wouldn’t have been back now, if it wasn’t for this mail I received a few days ago. This amazing blogger I know, Fareeha noticed that I was far out, and buzzed me. And, THAT was some hardcore motivation, dare I say. Heck, if you ask me, I’m still having the shakes from blogging withdrawal. Visit Fareeha’s amazing blog HERE, and just so you know Fareeha, your post about your first crush has made me write about mine. However, there is no way in Hell that I’m putting it up on my blog. Here's a song for y'all to enjoy while I bore you with my banter. Oh btw, people I know, either LOVE or HATE this song. So, if you hate it, don't bite me. To me however, it is just 4 mins of genius music.

"Be students, be teachers. be politicians. be preachers. Be believers,be leaders, be astronauts, be champions, be true seekers."

Anyways, going back, I was off because, all in all, Dhaka has been a crazy roller coaster ride so far. I’ve met a buttload of people, of which some I dearly love, some of them were last seen when I as young as being breastfed, and the rest of them were “bloody dreadful”. People have been telling me of how I love my hometown with all my heart. That I do, alright. What these people miss is that, THIS place isn’t my hometown. Riyadh is home. And only the Man upstairs knows how much I miss home. On the brighter side, I have now gone through a lot of new experiences. And when I say “a lot”, I mean, a bloody lot. But, as the night falls, the city lights fade away, and the country goes to sleep, that is when my morning alarm buzzes off! It’s not like I don’t sleep at night, it’s just that I have tones of sleepless nights. And that is exactly when I pour my mind out of pieces of paper, filling page after page. At times, I wonder what shall become of these once I’m no longer around. But eventually, writing tires me off, and there come a time when even RedBull don’t give me no wings.

You see, the people here are lunatics by birth. Let’s take my maid, for example. You know how obsession is defined as the excessive love of something/somebody, to a stage where they can’t stop pondering over the said subject, and is considered creepy? Well, my maid takes the word “obsession” to a whole new level of creepy. She is totally caught up the cricket hype. A few nights a week, when I’m up late at night, watching the Champions League play-offs, she’d come to me and ask if she could watch cricket. I mean, cricket over UEFA Champions League? Are you fucking kidding me? Being a hardcore fan of our cricket team, she knows all their players, their birthdays and what the fuck not. She knows so much detail that it sometimes freaks me out. I think the sole thing that keeps her alive is that some well-known cricket player will someday fly out here, swoop here off her feet, and fly off to some other place. I’m not sure, though. I’m just making an assumption, but as far as I’m concerned, the amount of detail my maid has, my assumption seems to be very much valid. Man, I’m through with this maid. I’ve decided that, next thing tomorrow morning, I’m telling mom that it’s either the maid or I that’s leaving the house. But knowing my mom, she might have second thoughts about dismissing the maid, and end up ruling me out. And since I don’t like my odds, I decided it’s best to be silent for a while.

You know, it actually does feel great to be back. Although, I admit, being irregular has decreased my typing top speed. I think my brother has won just one typing speed test against me, and he just won’t shut up about it. I wish he’d stop for once, when he sees me going all tippity-tap on my laptop. Another thing I realized is that most bloggers I know are Pakistani. There’s Sarah Saud from “The Turmoils of My Life”, Fareeha from "Furree Katt", Shahzaad Ahsan from "Evil", and I think two other people. At first, it felt pretty weird when I didn’t find any blogger from the place I hail from. But then again, I think blogging is pretty Indie, so I don’t blame anybody. However, to all newbie bloggers out there, high five.

Lord Stinson knows how to do it best!

I have a cousin’s birthday party tomorrow, and believe it or not, I haven’t decided what to get him, yet. I was thinking a pair of hi-tops will suffice, but I don’t know where to get an authentic pair of those bad boys. But you know what- it really doesn’t matter. Because, at most of the parties here, I’m alone in a crowded room. Heck, don’t get me wrong. Neither am I emo, nor am I anti-social, it’s just that, I feel there’s a lot missing, and I’ve come to the wrong place. I’m not really sure on how to describe this feeling, but more on that later. Because, as of now, I think this post is getting extremely big. On a parting note, here’s something for the people who feel lost like I do. Always remember, that not all those wander in the wild, are lost.

And if any of you people can, please drop some good songs on the comment section below this post. Cuz, I’m starved of good music atm. And, do not dare to suggest anything from the BillBoard Top 100. Heard, and nailed the lyrics of every single one of them. Okay, maybe not the lyrics.

Peace out, posse.

Random Life Update

Okay, so it may have seemed I’ve given up blogging. But, in all honesty, that may have not been the case. It’s just that, as many of you may know, I graduated, and thus moved back to Dhaka, in order to go abroad again for university. Well, now it seems that the university plans have crashed, and shatter my plans and such, so I came back to maintaining my blog, in order to pass some time. Cause let’s face it- Life in Dhaka has been too hectic, atleast for me. Fact is, I don’t know how manage to pass all their lives here. Like, you need superpowers to survive this place, man!

Anyways, now that I’m back, you should’ve calculated that you’ve got a lot to catch up on. And that is if you care about my blog, which you should, cause I’m like George Clooney, only better. No shit.

So, like I was saying, ever since grad, I’ve been laying out my entire university plans just to make sure that everything goes with the flow. But aah, I got rejected for my VISA to enter the UK, for a reason that only God knows. However, as I write, I’m doing a lot better, than I was doing 3 days ago, y’know, getting over it. I mean, come on, how does it feel if your stepping stone to the big things faces a halt? And let me tell you, that shit was too much to handle. But then again, everyone has their own idea of how much is too much. On the up side, if what they say has any truth, I’ll survive through this. Well, that I am, only that I’ve no idea of what my next step should be, which according to me is pretty fucked up. Like I’m literally stuck between going to Riyadh again, and just staying back in Dhaka. But fear not, I plan to come up with a decision within the next week. So, plans may have changed, but dreams have not vanished. So, it’s all cool.

Moving further, I realize that I’m missing on what’s going on with you folks. So if you’re reading this, hit me up, you know how to reach me. Like, I have no idea of what you guys did on Eid. Oh, and let me tell you beforehand that my Eid sucked ass. I did nothing but sleep through the whole day. And the reason to that is cause the night before Eid, everything made this big fuss with the moon-sighting, which is a pretty big thing in BD. It's like, all the people in Dhanmondi were on our roof that night. So when I finally woke up in like the afternoon or something, I replied to all the texts wishing people back. But this texting back thing has a thing about it which I'll never forget. Like, among all the texts, I received this one text, which was like Half Bangla- Half English. And even though I'm fluent in Bangla, I did not even slightly understand what that text meant. I figured out it was one of those texts with a hidden deep shit inspirational message. Since I couldn't decipher it, I just replied wishing him "Eid Mubarak". Since Eid is supposed to be a happy day, I didn't have the heart to confront the dude who sent me the "deep" text. And that is pretty much all that went about on Eid.

Man, did I ever mention how much I miss Riyadh? I mean, starting from my own neighborhood, to the posh restaurants in Tahaliya St. Forget that, I miss my lifelong friends, the memories made there, the football played there, the jokes made there, the weed smoked there, and the women nailed there. Yes, of course, cross out the last two.

I'd do anything to go back to Riyadh. It is, indeed, the best place on Earth. <3

Okay, anyways, my days here are just, well, hectic. All these days it was just going to places to get my visa thing done, and now that I get to kick back, I don’t find things to kill time on. So, as a remedy, I stumbled upon watching Hindi movies. Yes, that might have come as a shock to some of you people, cause when it comes to me, I’ve always disliked Hindi movies because of their dramatic content, and laughed at anyone who’d say that Hindi movies aren’t as bad as we think of them to be. Well, let me tell you, they are right. When I finally turned to a bunch of Hindi comedy stuff, believe me, I was pretty pleased. And as it would turn out to be, I watched 3 Hindi movies in 2 days, moreover asked a few friends who were into Hindi stuff, for some good romantic comedy, which I dearly love. I mean, it’s like the best genre out there, if you ask me. Also, I talked to a friend about this problem I’ve been having, starting to like Hindi movies. She said it wasn’t my fault, and that is was just Bangladesh putting me on the vibe, since people worship Indian Entertainment here. Anyway, there’s this new song I recently got hooked on- It’s from the movie Anjaana Anjaani, which is a movie about two suicidal individuals falling in love. Starring my personal favorite, Priyanka Chopra, and Ranbir Kapoor. Good movie, but oh man, the song! Some of you might have heard it, but since I’ve just stumbled upon it, I think it’s worth sharing!

Hairat- Lucky Ali.

Man look at me now, I’m now into unbelievable stuff. Things I’ve never liked. The way I see it, I’ve hit the lowest of lows, or rock bottom, whichever way you wish to put it.

Adios, people!

Boredom Times Boredom Squared Equals This Post.

Hola amigos! I'm bored to death, and I just can't take studying anymore. One more page of that Organic Chemistry bullcrap, and Marzouk will be history. And, right now, I'm kinda stalking unknown people (Admit it, we all stalk people), and these people are all bloggers. So anyways, I'm moving on from blog to blog, commenting, following, checking out their pictures, usual stuff. But one thing I've realised that, these people blog on a regular basis, something that I'm far off from. And henceforth, I've decided that I'll update my shit more than around twice a month- the way it's been all this while.

Recently, I stumbled upon the fact that I kinda like to think a lot. Even in the shower. No, seriously. I don't know if it's just a girl thing, but believe me man, this one time I was in the shower, and I found the cure for Alzheimer's disease, and a plan that would eradicate world poverty. I would not like to think of myself as a philosopher, but hey- I love to squeeze brain juice. It's actually much like the political systems of a country. You have the PM/King, who are said to run the country, and then you have the politicians, who actually run the country. Based on a scenario like that, a real philosopher falls on the PM/King end of the continuum, and I, on the politician end of the continuum. Anyhow, to find the exit route of boredom, I planned on crashing this party I knew about, and I told a friend about it. The picture below summarizes my plan in two words.

Have I made myself clear?

But the plan didn't work out so well. I'm mean, he's dumb as a rock. Oh I tell you people, I've women smarter than him. Btw, I just got done with my Physics Unit 5 today, and it was better than expected. Better than expected on the scale that the amount of syllabus to cover was something that made me give up last night. Yes, you got that right. I gave up. I was supposed to come home and take a nap, but fuck napping! Although I'm supposed to be really tired right now (I've been awake for 36+ hours as of now), but for some reason, I'm wide awake. Which is why the reason I'm frolicking around on the net watching Aziz Ansari shows. Man, I love Aziz Ansari. He's probably the reason people like me were meant to be. So. Goddamned. Hilarious. But I remember this one time, my dream of watching an Aziz Ansari show for real got me into a tad bit trouble. It's pretty long, so brace yourselves. Go get a cup of coffee, if you like. Meanwhile, I'll just check out what's up on Facebook.

Yeah, back. Nothing new, really. Except that I decided to post stupid comments on some Harry Potter pages. I often do that. An example? I'll give you that. XD

Oh, yes. I fuck with them. (Click to enlarge, it's crazy.)

Okay, so that Aziz Ansari story. It's pretty sad, atleast on my side. But anyhow, it starts off one Tuesday, when I see this ad on the Internet, and it said that I could enter my mobile number, and on doing so, I would automatically enter a draw where the winner gets a ticket to an Aziz Ansari show. And to a fan like me, shit is like is way too feckin' hard to turn down. So, I tried my luck, and even before you knew it, I typed in my number. I received a text that night, which confirmed my entrance into the draw, and let's just say that came as an ounce of the greatest delight. However, the net day onwards, these dipshits started deducting 4SR/Day from my account, and this went like for a full week. 2 more days with that shit, and I'd have ended up on the streets, crying for my daily share of bread. To compensate for the cash I've lost on this, I set up a money making scheme, where I could get those not back into my wallet. The plan was that I tried playing monopoly with real cash with some of my cousins, but as luck turns out, that was a bust too.

I can't believe how these Internet dudes can just get away with shit like that aimed at teenagers. Believe me, it got on my nerves to an extent, where I decided to sue these guys. But then again, to fight a case, you need a lawyer. And let's not forget that lawyer's cost a lot of money, and like's I've said before, monopoly was a piece of trash. But believe me, I haven't given up hope yet, which is why I'm still smiling. Cunning as a fox. Fact is, I've got a link into these courts and shit. I mean, this law school friend, Ruqaiyyah Kazi, she's pretty far off from graduating law school, but when she's finally done Inshaa Allah, I'll let her fight the case for me, for free.

Yeah, that's about it. Here's a song I'd like to share with you people out there. It's an old Eminem song. But to all those who believe, let me tell you, Eminem's music is like wine, it gets better with age. I miss the old Eminem btw. Before he joined the Illuminati, that is. Sick bastard. Although, I still respect him. Here's the song anyway.

The Eminem Show. One of the finest.

Anyways, I'll leave now. Drowsy feelings setting in, you know. Later, I'll have to hit the Chemistry books. Got the second last exam tomorrow. Sweet Baby Jesus, I can smell freedom, already. And it's heavenly white light is somewhat shining from around the corner. I feel better when I think of it. On a parting note, I ask anyone who might be reading this, irrespective of whether you know me or not, to pray for my exams, as Edexcel is strongly against me. Adios, peeps!

Peace.

A Very Random 50. Response to Adler Seloraz.

This is totally random. And the only reason behind this is, I.., man, I don't know how to say this. Like, I've received my first fan mail, ever. Like, ever. And this feels great. xD

Anyways, out of all the countries from where I've had blog views, Germany was the weirdest. I mean, I knew Germany existed because of Adolf Hitler (Respect, Brah.), and their women with beer. So, anyhow, I got the email from this total stranger who currently resides in Hamburg, Germany. In that mail, he actually appreciates my stuff, and wants to know more about me. I'm guessing this is what fame feels like. Jk, I'm always fabulous. At first, I thought it was some guy at the CIA trying to track me down since I'm y'know, too awesome. But anyways Bro, thanks for your mail. You have no idea how much this means to me. And now, I'll hit you up with some totally random stuff about me that you've asked for- and I sincerely hope you like it.

Oh, and for anyone out there who might be reading this, here's a screenshot of the mail.

My first fan mail. XD (Please click to enlarge)

And now, I'm on it.

x You know my name, and where I am from, so that's pointless for an intro.

x Being awesome since February '94.

x Nailed all Bangla swear words by the age of 16.

x When I was 17, I tried sniffing powdered panadol to get that coke-addict feel. I ended up puking.

x I believe that a liquid form of cocaine is sold in stores under the name of RedBull.

x When I grow up, I want to be either a writer, a comedian, or worst case scenario, a doctor concerning forensic biology.

x I've been into the same girl for 5 years now, and the worst part is yet to come- which is that, I've never told her about it completely, although I'm guessing she knows it. I'm just that pathetic.

x I am a Pisces- 24th Feb

x If I were a girl, my role model would definitely be Bonnie Clyde. May the Lord take mercy on her.

x When I was 5, I was marooned by some niggers off the coast of Cuba. I fought my way out of that place even if there were a few male lions guarding the way. Then, I took the next flight out to Riyadh, K.S.A, where I currently reside.

x When I get bored, I blog. Or, when I get bored blogging, I stalk weird people on FaceBook. Which is why I hope to God that they don't develop a software which lets you know who's visited your profile. If they do, that'll be the day I commit suicide.

x My blog has seen it's birth at the greatest extent of extreme boredom.

x I'm one of those guys who doesn't get addicted to Call of Duty, but gets addicted to Temple Run, instead.

x I'm a really nice person, but there are a few people who I find annoying by looks. They just need a high five in the face, with a shovel.

x If I'm mean to you, it doesn't mean that I'm bad at heart. Cuz, that's far off from what I actually am.

x I hope to die by crashing into a glass building while bungee-jumping.

x I hate cats as much as I hate Lil' Wayne. And, it has come to my notice that he's currently hiring mobs to murder me. Well, Wayne, hit me with your best shot. XD

x I will never date any girl who thinks that cats are "sho cute", and "sho chweet". Yes, that's true. Even if she had a size D, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a higher a sex drive than 60% of the the pornstars today.

x It kills me when I realise that I've got many people's backs, but very few have got mine.

x I go crazy when I'm trying to imagine what my life would've been like if I wasn't friends with my friends.

x I love people who read my blog, and I'm open to criticism of any sort.

x Anger management is probably one of the best things about me.

x I used to write poetry long back, and now I realise how weird I've been, back in the days. When I turn 20, maybe, just maybe, I'll probably delete my blog.

x I make a lot of mistakes in choosing the people I can actually trust.

x Personally speaking, I think I've hurt a few people here and there. Unintentional actions.

x The best thing I've ever heard about my writing is that someday, I may win a Pulitzer. It wasn't sarcasm. However, I'm a 110% sure that I'm not even close to even qualify for the Pulitzer.

x Worse thing I ever heard about my blog is "Who reads this stuff?" And believe me, it was one of my close friends.

x I think Dan Brown is the best write there was, is, and ever will be.

x I love Lily Aldrin, and hope to do her on my boss's table someday.

x If I were to be committing a major sin, it would definitely be lust.

x My sanity matches Frankenstein's. Should explain how things are around me.

x I'm with Germany for the Euro Cup. Although, I equally support Spain, Holland, Croatia, and Sweden. (Mainly because of their ladies.)

x Even though I'm 18 years old, I still get confused about the spelling of calendar. (Like, I'm still not sure if it's calender/calendar, lol)

x I've never washed/ironed my clothes.

x I believe that every one of us has a loner inside. And that, is probably what the topic of my next blog post will be.

x I dream wild, man. I dream wild. This one time, I dreamt that I came to this big ass party in a stretch limo wearing an Armani suit, and a Tag Heuer. The usher opened the door, and I stepped on to the red carpet. Sometime through the party I downed a bottle of JD, another of FireWhisky, and went home with dead hot twins. 4 boobs, yes. That wild.

x My celebrity crush-list is 2 and a half pages long.

x Twilight hater.

x I will perfectly fit your definition of a paranoid person.

x I am seriously flawed.

x I'm one of the guys behind the September 11 attacks. I planned it with my Bro, Bin Laden, while we would smoke joints on the mountains of the Afghan Territory. RIP, Bro. You are missed. <3

x I wonder if they actually put Bin Laden in Davy Jones's Locker.

x Right now, I miss Tariq, Amir, and Ruqaiyyah.

x Even though he's an alcoholic, a sex addict, and has got extremely bad behaviour, Russell Brand is God to me.

x I am very, very tensed about my graduation, which is like weeks away.

x I have an imaginary Polish friend called Frankie Armstrong. Frankie's a cold blooded serial killer.

x Lastly, I like pies. And cocaine.

Alright, I think I got nothing else. I mean, you cant just expect someone to go on talking about themselves. Believe me, I tried, and it was then when I realised how I little I knew of myself. And it is with regret that I say that I haven't got a grip on myself, and the life around me, yet. But I promise, I will. It just needs me to set my mind on it. But anyways, I'd like you to know that my dead Bro, Bin Laden has just texted me from his grave, asking me to do a favour that shall greatly please him. What the favour is, is something you'll get to at the end of this post.

Brb, bombing New York City, atm. Peace.

Memory Lane. 1/4

Greetings.

Long sigh of relief. Wanna know why? It’s cuz of the fact that I’ve been waiting forever for this moment. Nothing so special about it, it’s just that, what I resolute to do, is gonna take a while, and a whole lot of patience, which I dangerously lack. Right, let me spill the beans. Thing is, I’ve always wanted to write about my early years at BISES, the first memories that still remain etched on my mind, the first friends I’ve made, first rules I’ve broken, all that "first" crap. I know, saying “first rules I’ve broken” makes me sound downright outrageous, but trust me, it was a long way till I’ve gone that way. I don’t know if you’re gonna believe this, but this very person, somehow managed to turn two precious years of his life during which he turned into a complete nerd. I know, unbelievable. Anyways, this note is pretty big, with this being just first part of a total of four, so don’t be a bitch about it. And it is for your very convenience, that I’ve decided to break it up into like, 4 parts, and manage to fit my whole 12 years of schooling in it.

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the beginning to a story that is dragged forward to 12 whole years. And, well there’s nothing much I can put up for an intro, so I’ll just be on with it.

Prologue:

One fine morning, around 12 years ago, I walked in into a building they call BISES, accompanied by my parents. The very first that I saw, was this big ass field, which at that time, was the same size as Santiago Bernabeu to me. Little did I know, that this is where I was destined to be locked in, sketching the canvas of the 12 most beautiful years of my life. As I write, my finals of my 12th year are on the go- which puts things in a way, that, right after I'm done with my exams, I graduate.

Year 1: I don’t remember much of this one, since it was my first year. But anyhow, I’ll try racking out whatever I have. For starters, this year was plain boring. Thing is, being a bitch ran in my blood at all times, but if you’re stuck with a bunch of dudes you barely know, then it’s gonna be pretty hard trying to get on with your plans. Plus, being the only black dude in the class was not as easy as I thought it’d be, so I faced some initial racism. As time went by- it dragged the racism along with it, so it faded off. I guess the people around started being nice to me, or maybe they’ve matured. Or, they might’ve learned that black people can kill. Personally, I like to think that it’s the third cause. To add up to all these- I hated the girls that were in our class. Like, trust me man, they were so full of shit, I wished to God that he gave me a .50 BMG. Soon as He would do that, I would start shooting these motherfuckers in their faces.

I feel you, Bro.

Year 2: The day I enrolled into year 2, I walked into a room full of kids I've never laid my eyes on. I was sort of late for class, so I received some random eye-balling. And then, I saw this one guy- Tariq. We've practically known each other since childbirth, but we weren't really friends since it was just a year after we've learnt to lead life without the help of diapers. Anyways, Tariq had an empty seat beside him, and even before you knew it, Marzouk had found his spot. So, I sat my ass down, and start talking to him. I discover that he's a pervert, which was excellent news to me. It told me that I wasn't gonna have a lot of problems in fitting in. And believe, we would talk so much, even the bitches would get jealous, since there's isn't anyone who could talk more than them bitches. Today, it's probably habits and hobbies that have put Tariq and me on different walks of life, but I solemnly swear, that I will always remember this guy as the first "fun" person I met.

 It's always been like this- with Tariq.

And then, there was this lanky white dude whom I noticed was noticing me. They called him Sadman. Man, who would have known, that this guy, would become an amazing friend of mine in the years to come? But anyways, this Sadman dude comes up to me after about a half hour, tells me I'm the real deal, and that I'm the guy he's looking for. Man, I should've known- this motherfucker knew exactly the right buttons to push. 

Soon as he said all that, he put his hand in front of me in order to shake it- the same way Draco Malfoy put his hand forward in Harry Potter and ThePS, for Harry to shake it. Though Harry didn't shake Malfoy's hand, I shook Sadman's.

And THAT, is how I ended up being friends with Sadman, and Tariq.

Year 3: One of the best childhood years, ever. Like, evar! Sadman, Tariq, and I have become awesome friends. Speaking from a teacher's perspective, we were the bad and naughty elements of the class. The way I see it, we weren't "bad", as they've rendered us to be. But, "naughty"? Err, yeah. Can't help you there. The Creator must've poured hormones in excessively or something. It's cuz I was introduced to porn, and chicks, and all that shit by my friends, and I've started to pick up new swear words left and right. One of the best things to happen in year 3, was that, we got a super-friendly, drop dead gorgeous homeroom. She was the yummiest material in all BISES. If you beg to differ, you can either agree with me, or be wrong yourself. Furthermore, everyone was trying their best to get a piece of it. And get this- she would wear translucent skirts to class, and had a tattoo (of my name) on her thigh or someplace. And duhh, had umm awesome boobs. But sadly, the only place where I get to touch breasts is a KFC bucket. Now that I'm pretty grown up- I wonder if that teacher had a trans-stamp on her. Man, shit was so much easier back then. You didn't have to worry about grades, chicks, friends, wet dreams. -_- But there was a catch to all of this, even though there wasn't much to worry about, at an age like that, I was bound to listen to everything my parents would say.  That was until I turn 18. To give you a clear explanation of what I felt like at that time, I'll hit you guys up with a pic.

A picture is worth a million words. Definitely.

Later that year, we learn that Sadman's bailing out on us- more like moving out of town. And that too, for good. Tariq and I didn't cry our hearts out, slit our wrists, write songs about death, or anything like that, but, we were just in a lower state of happiness. Come on, we were third graders. Hell, we didn't even bid Sadman farewell. But from I could tell, it wouldn't be the same without him. I don't care if we were just third graders, it just wouldn't have been the same, without one of us moving out.

Man, I tell you, when I was in 3rd grade, I've met the weirdest people in my life. These people were so fucking weird- they made algebra seem normal. To be honest, I just remember three of these weird ass kids. And get this- they were ALL girls. To start off, I choose this girl called uhh, excuse me on this one, but I'll have to go forward without mentioning this girl's name. This is due to fact, that I'm gonna tell you people about this lady is something that she might take offence to.

Moving on. So, this girl, when she was with us in the third grade (I'm still not sure if this was in the second or third grade. -_-), kicked a door, and well, it fell flat to the ground. Like, boom! From that day onwards, Sadman and I chose a very suitable nickname for her- The Undertaker. Who's got enough muscle power to do something like that, at this age, man? Now that I come to think of it, it's steroids, man. I tell you.

Cuz, if it wasn't for drugs, I don't think there was any scientific explanation for such immense muscle power. It's okay, though. She was always weird. This girl, as it is later seen, becomes a sex bomb in her tenth/eleventh year, and then in the twelfth year, somehow manages to look like a potato. I don't how she did it, but I'm telling you man, that's what it turned out to be like.

Right, I think I'm done here with the first one. Moving onto this Asian chick, called Asma.

Okay, so this Asma, as they called her, was Chinese. Or Japanese/Korean/Philipino. It's all the same, man. No joke. I wonder how she would read stuff with those small squinty eyes. One of the habits this girl had, was that she would always suck on a lollipop. Practice makes you perfect- and she was doing it the right way. Anyhow, this Asian girl was pretty cute. And trust on this one, but I've always known that she would grow up to one helluva goddess. Plus, I sincerely hope with all my heart that she's still kept up with that lollipop habit of her's. Would be of great use now, honestly. She was nice and all, friendly, fun to talk to, but there's this one thing which would always put me off in being friends with her. Catch is, although she was Chinese, or Japanese, or idkwut, what she'd bring as her lunch was, well, uhh, rice and lentil. Not kidding, Bro. I'm serious. That's exactly what her lunch would be on a daily-fucking-basis. I was expecting her to get, like, I don't know man, noodles or something. Now that I think of it, I never saw chopsticks on her, either. Not that chopsticks could be used to eat rice and lentils, bit I'm just sayyin'.

Other than that, she wasn't all that bad. I hope she's doing well, as I write. 

Alright, so I'm finally starting to pull on the closing threads. Just this last one to go, and I'm done. It's this girl- Nafisa. She, was one heck of an attention whore. She would get down to the limits of crying, just to pull people towards her. And you know, no matter how bad of a person you are, or how hard that rock is where you heart is supposed to be, but when you see a girl crying, you will melt like butter on hot toast. Basically put, you'll easily fall for it. I mean, come on, it looks freaking adorable. But let me tell you, this Nafisa woman- she was an exception.  She wouldn't look a tad bit adorable, which is why she would fail to receive any attention- atleast from me. The picture below portrays me doing what exactly I would every time she'd cry:

True Story.

I mean, she did receive attention, but not from me, and that's the only one which actually mattered. (H) However, I admit though, I did give her a bit of it, when she's been begging for it with her tearstained face. Poor bloke.


Oh and one thing you should know, is that all this, was around the time when the 9/11 attacks had taken place, and even though a year had passed since the disaster, people still thought of flights as suicide, and air travel was still scary as fuck. Okay, so anyhow, when this girl got everybody's attention, she would start praying to God, and everybody would join in. Remember Asma, the Asian chick I told you about? Believe me, man, she would keep sucking her lollipop, and join the prayer. And she, was the main reason of why I kept losing concentration half the time. Whaever, when the prayer would start, most of us often got strartled. This was due to the fact, that us, normal people, if we wanted to pray to God for giving our parents a better life- we would pray "Oh Lord, bless our parents with healthy, beautiful lives. Amen."

But no, Nafisa wasn't on that hype. What she would pray to God, is: "Oh God, don't kill my parents in a plane crash." No, I'm fucking serious. That's what she would pray. I'm guessing that the 9/11 attack must've freaked her out pretty bad. Plus, look at how she does things- starts off with attention whoring, ends up at praying. I know, weird.

Since I was always a nice guy, I decided to get her a cake on her birthday. I mean, I didn't know what her birthday was, but I asked one of her friends, Warda (who also was weird material.), and she told me. I also got a pretty cool design for the cake. And believe me, I thought it up all. Here's a pic of what it looked like:

Am I not just awesome?

Yeah, I think I'm done racking out whatever I have. Trust me, there were freaks everywhere, and I, along with my one other friend, was in the middle of all of it.

Such was my life till the third grade.

Okay, so I'll pause for now, cuz I bet I've bored the fuck out of your cranium. If you've liked this, there's good news. Part 2 will be coming out pretty soon, watch out for it, okay?

Peace.

Random Banter.

Hey. Heyy. Heyyyyy. Hey. Heyy. Hey- No, I'm not PMS-ing, cuz I'm not gay. It's just that I lost track of the number of 'y's used to write "hey" when greeting somebody. And the picture below, is the exact reason of why something so absurd like this happened.

Awesomeness Level: SpongeBob. <3

Anyways, hi! I know, I know, it's been like, say around- idk man, but it's been a while since I've last blogged. Guilty as charged, Bro. You see, I've got Edexcel exams going on at the moment. And this motherfuckin' son of a bitch, Edexcel, is causing millions of teenagers like me, around the world to despair, and give up on life. But as you can see, I'm back. Man, I don't know why I'm pretending like there are tonnes of people out there who read my blog. Maybe, it's just the way I'd want it to be- I mean, if I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it big. And my closest shot at going big, is when this Paki chick, who's a fellow blogger, told me that my blog's pretty good stuff. But anyhow, I'm telling you man, and mark my words, there shall dawn a day, when Barack Obama shall visit my blog on a regular basis, for his daily source of recreation, and even the Bavarian Illuminati, for their daily source of, well, enlightenment? Err, sorry, I think I got a bit too carried away. Happens to me all the time, no biggie.

But, if I come to think of it for real, I wouldn't really care about the popularity of my blog. If it's known around- all the better, and, if it's not, well, it's nothing to commit suicide about. But nonetheless, I will keep updating my blog with all the shit that happens in my daily life. And if I were to speak up my mind, most of these thoughts are thought up by me, when I go to school, and come back via bus. Earphones stuck in, my mind won't just stop whizzing. More like I got used to it.

No arguments there.

Okay, so I'm like really sleepy, and would really be really thankful if you'd grab me some caffeine. Although, I highly doubt the possibility of that happening, since right now, you're at your PC, or on your smartphone, reading my junk, and wondering how boring my life is atm to be writing such stuff. Well, let me tell you- the past two days, were pretty somber. I wrote an exam two days ago, and ever since then, I've deciding which paper to study for, next, without any success. Cuz, you see, thre are a lot of issues which completely annihilate my interest in studies- the little amount I have of it. Plus, there isn't any possible route to ditch exams. Had there been one, believe me, I would've definitely been the first one to go that way. It's a lot of pressure, man. Studying, the need to do well, and oh well, now I can see all the university issues slowly creeping in from around the corner.

I'm starved of good food, and cocaine. The only good thing that has happened today is that I got a text from this girl I reaaaaaally like, when I least expected it. Yeah, that's about it.

Besides that, everything I heard, saw, or did today, was straight up bullshit. Y'know, this other day, I actually got so bored, I took out my Playstation 2, which had like, say about, one inch of dust on it. Nevertheless, I started playing FIFA 11. After defeating Barca 3-0 (Madrid fan, here), on Pro Level, let's just say, my mood lifted. This is what my daily life is like, these days. Productivity Level=Nil.

WORD.

I didn't know what to do as I was writing this post, so I decided to check out some information about where I might go to study, and what my subject might be. Being honest with you guys, I don't if I'm ready to go to some faraway place at this stage in life. Plus, I'm kinda young. Like, I'm gonna miss out on family, friends and the amazing food of KSA. So, I made up a list of places where I'd like to go right after I'm done with A2. And, I'm not gonna lie, but to any people out there being all enthusiastic about leaving this place asap, my list is gonna look like shit. Like all this wasn't enough for the timebeing- I got into a fight with my mom concerning the degree I'll pursue at university- She wants me to do meds, I say otherwise.

Hey, hold up- I'll get some Doritos, and a can of Code Red, cuz like I said, I'm starving. I'll hook you guys up with a song which I got hooked to recently. It's Punjabi RnB, don't underestimate, though! It's pretty good stuff, I tell you.

Brown Rang- Honey Singh <3

Right, back. Man, I'm just waiting for the day I turn famous, and all the junk I've quilled my "masterpieces" on, is gonna start rolling in for billions.

You see, I've always wanted to be a writer. The only reason which stops me to pursue my dream to be one, is the fact that I'm Asian. And let me tell you- Asian society is like worst shit there can possibly be. Thing is, all adults in this Asian society of ours cannot be considered to be successful, unless they have become a doctor, ad engineer, or a lawyer. So if I do grow up to be a writer, in the eyes of my society, I'm no better than a maid. I was told that everyone should always follow their dreams, do what they're best at. But, sad story, the Asians killed it for me.

Since I've figured out that I'm not gonna too far with this writer hype, I opened up this blog this year. So that I could blog for fun, or when I would need to scream something out loud.

Simply put, my blog is my voice.

Anyways, man. I gotta run. I need some sleep, and then maybe study a bit. Physics 4 is a pain in the ass. It's not like, I'm gonna study on full throttle, but I'll still be at the table, right? I waste too much time on random shit, and daydreaming.

Story of my life.

And, make sure you let me know if you've liked the song I gave you guys.

Later, then! Peace.