My Music Obsession of the Week

RUSSIAN Alert!!

Oh!

She's American now, eh? Whew. No need to panic then. It's all good.
Alright..

Let's start over again, shall we?

Hey there people! This here is Regina Spektor.

If you don't know her up till now (She's been in the music business for quite sometime already) that means, there's a 50% chance that your music taste sucks. I kid, it's probably 75%, give or take.

But fine, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. As they say it's never to late.. so get to know her right here!

Here's a song called "Eet" from her latest album. It has been stuck in my head for days and days!

Some people have been speculating what the song is about.

Some say it's about losing you innocence. Hence the line "Someone's deciding whether or not to steal."

Some think it's about losing your purpose in life and contemplating suicide. (Man,the glass is half empty?)

I'm not quite sure as well but all I know is that I love I-i-i-i-t!

What do you think?



Till then. Sing Eet!

un-Eventful School Days and Me Skipping Joyfully

I got my report card a few weeks back. It basically contains all the great things, or mostly, you can say short comings that I made for the previous school year.

Apparently I was absent, give or take, around 5 weeks all in all. Now that, in my book is definitely not a short coming. Not at all! OH, and I was 9th in class? Not that it matters much.. Ha! 5 Weeeeeeks!

Anyways, today was officially the 3rd day of operation in our school. I am so sad right now as I 'missed' school today. It kills me.

Instead, I was at home, relaxing and watching films while enjoying a plate of meaty bolognaise. So dreadful...

Anyways I hope I dont miss classes tomorrow again. That would just do me such an enormous pain. As..

I just love my school so much.

So as a tribute here are some pichas for you, my friend. Gaze in amazement!



"We keep things pretty organize in our room- We are all about being 'High Class' "

"Talk about a pretty view :)"

"Time Table of Hell : When Do Trannies Get Their Break?" (Look closely)

"We keep each other sane. If they have a chance to talk right now the other one will say "25 dirhams an hour" (You know, RUSSIANS are..) and the other will say "No, I am not Indian!"

And lastly, this is how all the bus rides home look like. Annoying kids (left photo) and my friend and neighbour with the bat-shit crazy face (right).

Till then! It's effing harder than it looks to do photo posts! (Or is it just me?)

P.S. - Header shot is me looking "very sad" missing school today. With some facial mud mask on. LOL (So much for first impressions ei?) ;)

Dubai Is an Awesome Place! But..

...Never go to malls here!

I say that because I feel nauseated everytime I do.

Malls in this country, especially the ones near my place, are full of the people I LOVINGLY refer to as "Glam-entors" (from the words glamorous & Dementors from HarryPot) and "Baked Carrots."

The Glamentors are basically those rich arab women that wears the abaya. The Glam part is they wear the traditional muslim dress ON TOP of designer clothes! HA! WHAT a waste, I say! (Yeah fashion designers would be glad to see their creations under a blanket-y black curtain of a dress)

These superficial women (most of them) are always equipped with their oversized designer bags, which they let dangle on their extended arms, while walking in a very haughty way.

They are very well known for their angry death stares (an expression that they have on their faces most of the time) (Maybe they forgot their afternoon prayer, 'cause they look angry) and can always be seen in a pack with other glamentor BFFs. High end stores are their kitchens.

Then now we move on to the bake carrots. I only dislike them for one reason. They make me PUKE.

These people are the rich euro (Russians... are included minus the rich part) "housewives" who's daily obligations are to sunbathe, get a fake tan on top of their tan and afterwards FREAKING DISPLAY themselves for the general public to see! When did looking like a charred carrot become a fashionable look? The result makes them look like adulterous slags. I see freaking Posh Spice wannabes everywhere! and I'm not happy about it!

I'm all racist towards orange people.. URGh. If they only knew how many desperate asians would die for their pasty skin. (Peace asians! :P) THEN maybe, just maybe they would stop doing such a gross ritual.

So there you have it. Now I am left to shop at road side stores. Not complaining here, at least I'm Far away from such Monstrosities. If my eyes are happy, I'm happy! :)

Till then, I'm gonna catch some sun! (HA!)

How to Not Play Tennis.

Today, I woke up at 2 p.m.
I did my usual daily on-line routine. That is, to check facebook, subscriptions in youtube and so on. Typical bored teenager stuff.

What I failed to remember was I had freaking tennis class at 4. By the time I realized it, it was already 3 30. To make matters worse, I noticed that I haven't eaten anything yet. JUST GREAT. I thought I could pull it through up until the end of the class. Damn was I wrong.

I felt like I was going to faint just after the first set. I was hyperventilating aggressively but It doesn't mean my performance was affected though.
I still suck, just as usual. I was beaten by a 12 year old.. again. It does wonders for my EGO.

After all was swung and smashed, I decided to finally have my breakfast-dinner for the day. Went to McDonalds and grabbed a McArabia. A burger-type thing that tastes like soup. Hmmm YUM. I was devouring my food happily, when I saw this plump Arab man sleeping at the table in front of me. No he wasn't a vagrant but he did look real wasted and creepy.

I thought to myself, how classy can this guy be. I only wish to sleep in a restaurant as carefree as he did. In my mind, I LOLed. Because though I always lose to a kid in tennis, I'm not the only loser around. I got Mr. I-sleep-at-fastfood-chains to make me feel like a winner.

He made my day. I went home a cool guy :)

Till then. I have to shower now, I smell very Russian.
Pee-you!

How to Be Emo, Effectively.

Here's MY guideline to be EMO successfully.

1) Never have Lady Gaga in your music collection. Stick to MCR and their teenage propaganda bull songs.

NO matter how catchy that bitch's tunes are, stand you ground. Resist her sexy po-po-po-poker FACE.

2) DOn't be Russian.

You will be too blonde for your own good.

3) A compass and a blade should be your best friends.

IF you don't get along with them, and think they are too HURTFUL. Get a red pen.

4) Never chat with people..

unless the topic is about death, loneliness or that drag queen guy from TOKIO HOTEL.

5) Always say "No one understands me!" when people argue with you.

After you say that, walk out of the room and cry.

6) BOMBARD the interweb with black-clothed and "guy liner-ed" pictures of yourself.

Don't forget your signature POUT in all those photos. POUT more!

7) Eat less often.

Nothing says you want to DIE more than visible bones right?

8) THe more eyes you cover, the better.

No self-respecting emo person will let others see through the windows of his soul.

9) Be Gay!

No, NOT happy ofcourse! We are talking girl jeans and make up.

and Lastly

10) Write a better self-destructive and angry poem than this:

"I never thought life would be,
so much pain and misery.
I just dont believe in anybody
anymore .
Why should my deepest aim
just go in vain.
Whenever I see you,
whenever I feel you.
My heart goes tearing apart
as if satan plays his gothic art
to ever and after love you more than anyone I've ever known"

by I'm-So-EuropeAnonymous.

(MY emo-wannabe FRIEND will kill me now XD)

Follow these rules and you will lead a prosperous LONELY life :)

Till then.

P.S. - Do cuts vertically rather than horizontally. It's more lethal! WORD.

Depressing Happy Places!

A huge counteraction of a phrase.. but as they say, shit happens.

SO do living contradictions. Such a tragedy, yeah?

Just ask a friend of mine.

He said, he is a very carefree person. Take note, carefree, like birds (with the exception of chickens, they have alot to worry about). Not a worry in the world. But he quickly follows the statement by saying, he always WEIGH things out..

Oooh That MADE a lot of sense! Bravo!

Yep, I got Russians for friends.

The thing that takes the cake though, the number one self-opposing word in the world would be... *drum roll*

MILFs

Yes, you read that right. (All prude goody two-shoes should SUCK it up now.)

I don't care if your mom has freaking brazilian legs for limbs, the freaking himalayas for a chest or my entire supply of marshmallow in her trunk.. She can never be hot!

Come on. Mothers should never make anyone horny! Aside from your bald father.

Sorry to break a lot of guys' dreams but all those self-proclaimed M I L F's in the videos they have been watching recently.. they are just lonely old hags. Yes, they never had kids, they just look like they have a dozen. HA! With all the nasty ******* they have been *insert alternative soda-drinking verb here*, ofcourse!

Hmm.. I wandered too far away from my title now. *sigh* GEnius!

I'll make this quick now.

You know those freaking arcades filled with third-world video machines? Freakin' ate em!

I know they were made to spark joy in the hearts of the jobless boys of the past, but seriously, my grandpa is long dead.

They are just depressing now, too outdated to make anyone smile. I think.

So yeah, that's just what I was gonna talk about originally. Good thing that MILF topic came up.

Ofcourse, I'm not exactly overflowing with ideas here. That just doesn't happen to me.

You should know why. I woke up at noon today.

And right, I didn't have...

again.

*ended the blog while listening to "Venus As a Boy" - Bjork, freaking coincidence much..*