Its around 3:30 in the morning  . I really don’t feel like going to sleep, my whole body is in extreme pain . Football is to blame, my ass hurts so much from all the sliding, dropping and kicking.  Four hours of football, every Sunday I play football and every week its the same pain. I need to lose weight… my sister is getting married and I need to get into shape because I need to look nice and sexy. I’m soon going to be 18 … July 1st, don’t forget to wish a happy birthday. Being 18 is hard, I have to pay tax, dad will push me away to find a job. Mum will get me engaged( hope not).

My sisters wedding is just a month a way … 31st of July 2008. I got my suit ready, all I need is a matching tie and maybe a white tie. My whole suit is black … its fits all occasions be it death, job interview, award party so a colourful tie or plain can’t hurt.  I think I’ve said this before … My sister getting married means a bigger room for me.

The dreams I fear, the ones like your in the middle of no where, you try to run and there is something behind you. The slow motion walking or dragging yourself on the floor. Another dream … which felt bad about and you might think what a weirdo… I had a dream I was drinking. Being Muslim and as you know its Harram (forbidden), yeah its a dream … but I just felt weird when I woke up.

… A lot of random topics there. I really got myself confused with my blog. I really don’t know what to blog about. My life is boring and really not interesting, honestly though … I got twitter for that which I never seem to use. My life is probably one of the crappiest. I really don’t like the whole … idea of teaching blogger how to blog blogs, or how to make money because I didn’t make anything from blogging, so I really think anyone who runs one of these blogs needs some serious checkups.

I sometimes read the blog, Theuniversitykid, which gives me the urge to beat the crap out of the guy … with all due respect to his reader and himself … the guy brags about how much he makes, and how he can help people, but all he really does is sell e-books and crap … good on the guy. The people who make money Internet are the people who wont tell you. I can’t believe how many blogs are out there about such topics … not being stereotypical but they all seem to be from India.

“Son … When I was your age … I use to talk for miles bare feet”, “Son … When I was your age, I was living on my own”, “Son… when I was your age, we use to play football with plastic bottles, and socks”

The quotes above are something’s which my dad always says and how he compares himself to me. I really like listening  and how he rants about that I’m lazy and I have an easy life. My dad can talk about Nekrif (not this blog … my home town) for hours … about his early days .. BORING. Today I was with my dad in the car, picking up my little sister from Arabic school. Oh!… Happy fathers day all.

Euro2008

I supported France, they were knocked out … but being a glory hunter that I am. I secretly supported Holland. Netherlands were knocked out … everyone good is out … which means this could mean Turkey … can win … Inshallah(hope to God). For me Turkey have to be the best comeback team, they never give up.

But it Internations, I never seem to support a team. Like I said I am a Glory hunter.

How do you support a team?
Based on Nationality. You weren’t was born there. So hush.
Based on Country. Almost all have never been to the country they supported.
Based on Education. Most would say England, but they didn’t qualify. WTH.
Based on Popularity. It’s football, it’s a sports. Not American Idol or Star Academy
Based on Players. Looks? Skills? I don’t know.

College
For the first time in a very long time, I’m not stressed about assignments. I don’t get my class mates, some hardly do assignments and they know they will fail and simple don’t stress. I’m sitting there doing work, while the teacher is out everyone starts paper ball fighting … I just end up joining. I got a video which I will post soon.

Final words
Its 4:00 - blogging is time consuming … hope you was bored enough to read this. Sorry about the bad grammar or spelling within the text, as your aware its 4:00 and I will improved the text tomorrow.

Sallam, Peace, Paz, Paix and Frieden