Day 36: The Wolfpack

Day 36: The Wolfpack 

"Banish the fear of death from a man's heart and they would not live a day"

Haven't really blogged in the last two. That's cause there's nothing to talk about. Nothing at all has happened in the past two days. So this means, I'll have to kill you with more of my conspiracies, theories, or whatever you want to call them. I'll just randomly keep going and whatever is said is said. Let me first start off with a very controversial topic. Yes, I'm going to rant, so brace yourselves. Before I start off, let me make this very clear, this isn't about anyone, so please, don't assume I'm writing this about someone. There's a lot of people who do this,so you can just laugh at how on point I am about this. Two days ago, I said there are guys who ditch there homies for chicks. Now I don't mean a girlfriend in this situation, just for the presence of females. I'd understand if we were in a club in Ibiza, but in school, or in a public place in this country, are you trying to get laid for example? That will happen when pigs fly out of my ass. Let me not get off point though. Here's what really gets me though. Those guys, who like literally would suck the dick of one specific girl if she had one. Those guys who aren't friendzoned, or like who aren't genuinely nice guys. Like you know, most of them are like me, not the friendzone type, and have a reputation of being a flirt, or like just an asshole for example. Not that I'm asshole (I hope), but I'm just trying to prove a point. And what I've noticed has become a trend, is that they suck the dick of elite girls. Like you know they're all over those girls. Like you always see them interfering in all of the girls problems, always following them around like they're a bitch (female dog in this situation). Not like I would really care, its just so fucking annoying being exposed and in the presence of dudes who are girls bitches. Here's the hilarious part, let's say they liked her, and that's the reason they're stooping so low, in probably all the cases, they probably couldn't even get close to anything emotional with that chick. And if all the heavenly powers came together, and made that happened, they'd still get there ass dumped in like a week tops! It's annoying, but I guess its funny too. I won't lie, I was once like that. I used to suck up to some chick I liked in middle school (I was 12 or 11 when this happened though, I have a justification). Unlike most these bitches, I had gotten somewhere, I asked her to slow dance, it went really well, and just when I was about to go in for my lethal 12 year old kill, my "best friend" had told me she didn't like me. Surprise surprise, two weeks later he's dating her. They break up on like the last day of school. I confess everything, and she tells me she liked me and would've said yes at that time if I had asked her out. So at least I was successful at being a bitch, unlike most of these dudes now, when I was 12, so suck it bitches. But I would never stoop low like these dudes here do now. So anyways, I'd like to keep it short today, and for the sake of God, please, don't think I'm narrowing this down to one, two, or even a billion dudes. It's just this trend that's been showing up a lot recently and I just wanted to point out that its annoying and pathetic. I've actually been in quite a good mood recently. I've caught up with one of my great friends and she's had this positive vibe that she inflicts on me, so I'm all good, not that you'd care though (Just kidding, you know I love you). With all due respect, Fiasco Out. 

Day 35: Suga Suga

Day 35: Suga Suga

"Sugar, how you get so fly?"

The amount of assumptions I got yesterday, unimaginable. You mean so and so about this. Firstly, I never directly pick on someone through this blog, nor would I ever talk about someone directly on this blog. Sometimes I'm pissed and could rant about someone, and make it pretty obvious, but there wasn't a specific person on my mind when I was describing the hypocrites of this country. So please, save yourself and your brain the work of thinking if I meant someone by something I said, but I'm sure you could think of a lot of people when I described the features of our local hypocrites. Not to mention, if you thought I meant someone by one of my statements, then you probably think they're a hypocrite. Speaking about yesterday's post, its hilarious how something similar went down today. No need to go into any details though. So basically, you know those childhood songs, you listened to when you were like 10 and you've just heard it and its even 5 years old or something? You did the usual thing and killed the song by constantly playing it for a week or two and completely forgot about it. So yeah, its forgot, and lost in your old Ipod which is dusted up and stopped working a few years ago, not to mention its screen is cracked and you've probably destroyed it. Okay enough details, let's get to the point. Years later, you've met someone. Who's somehow affected you to the point, where your mind (or heart, don't want to seem too cheesy) goes back years back, and suddenly the beat, the lyrics, the melody, the vocals, everything about it, seems to be perfect. That ladies and gentleman, is the effect of suddenly, and quickly falling for someone. Unlike every girl I've ever been with or had feelings for, this isn't a one night stand attempt gone wrong. From the very beginning, you knew it was real, that this is something you want to last. I'm very big on music, its almost a lifestyle for me, one that sculpted me and made me who I am at the moment. I mean even emotional things for me need music. Can you slow dance without music? Have you ever felt the difference when you've kissed someone with nothing playing, and when there's just a simple and calm piano or violin playing the background? I mean there's a million things I can state, these are just a couple. So basically, I've been constantly raping the replay button for one specific song. The reason is, I jokingly told a very special someone that this specific song reminded me of her, and when that happened, there was no us. It was just me and her, so we really weren't an item, yet, and nor did I think we were going to be at that point to be honest. And for some reason, I was the DJ at a party she was at, and I decided to slow things down, and picked that song out. I asked her to dance, held her in my arms, and we moved slowly to the song, I even remember how she couldn't have her hands on my shoulder cause I was too tall. She wrapped them around me, I had mine around hers, and the chemistry was just unbelievable. There's so much more situation me and her had, wait let me correct the me and her, "we", "us". That felt really good to say. So my point is, music and emotions, precisely the non hormonal teenage kind of love that I'm in at the moment, the real kind, can pretty much cause a feeling and sensation so strong you feel like you've been in heaven when both combine. I've had songs with a lot people, some who were at times more than friends, but non the I can say I listen to on a daily basis like I do with this song. None that I can write a full blog on for sure! Any who, I don't want to keep going about it forever, oh, and for me, the specific song I'm talking about at the moment is: "Baby Bash ft. Frankie J - Suga Suga." This is probably one of the first posts I've written while smiling the whole time! "Got me lifted, shifted higher than the ceilin', and oohwee it's the ultimate feelin', you got me lifted, feeling so gifted, Sugar, how you get so fly?: With all due respect, Fiasco Out.

Day 34: 21 & Over

Day 34: 21 & Over

A hypocrite is a person who- but isn't?

Today wasn't the best of days. So basically, let's just say its been sort of a let down. It's a bit annoying when someone is only concerned about himself, and its not like I'd usually give a fuck, but I will when there selfishness leads to me losing something that could potentially matter to me, for example, a party. Let's just say its a bit annoying. Okay, let's just keep it that, I'm a bad person to constantly fuck over. I know this is kind of direct, but fuck it, let's just say I'm pissed as fuck at the moment, and I have a reason to, at least I think so. Any who, I've got another topic to rant about, which I was planning to rant about since last night. The hypocrites of this amazing nation. Okay, so basically, since I know a lot of people from outside the country read this. I live in an Islamic nation. No parties after 11, you can't go out dressed to badly (for girls I mean), no clubs, alcohol, you name it. That's government wise. Family wise, most people my age can't chill with girls openly and even if they can, it has massive limits, dating is a massive sin to most families and they'll shoot your ass if they find you with there daughter, let's see, you can't dress to badly, no cursing openly, I don't know, not much I can think about, those are what stand out. Before I start bashing at a majority of the people, this isn't direct to anyone, but if the shoe fits, lace that bitch up! So let me start with the guys. They're out fucking girls every night (maybe not really, but you get my point). But if someone says hi to there sister, they'll fucking hunt you down and attempt killing you. I don't have a sister, so I might not know what it feels like, but hey, I don't, so I can't fit in this category! (Massive bad guy laugh). If you've just been with a chick, and hunted a guy down for doing to the same to whoever matters you, you my friend, are a fucking hypocrite! Let's see, I've also dealt with lots of guys who'll ditch his crew for just being in the presence of females, and to guys like that, you might not be a hypocrite, but you're umm, what's the right word....got it! A bitch, just like the bitches you're with! Let's start pointing out the amazing hypocrite actions of some girls in this country. Oh God, this actually the group the makes me laugh the most, and there's a lot of chicks who fit in this category. So basically, you're religious cause you wear hijab and cover your hair up. Respect to all the ladies that do that. But I don't think there's a point when that's your hair is the only thing guys isn't seeing, am I right? Let's just dumb it down a bit, know this is delicate topic, but the girls who cover up there hair but there ass is all over the place. I mean excuse miss, the whole place is checking out your ass in those tight ass neon yellow or bright red pants your wearing. Just saying yo. I mean I just wanted to focus on those who are religiously and morally hypocritical. There's so much more categories, but are all over the world, the bitches, fake friends, you name it. But these are kind of a bit more local, in my country, and countries similar to mine. I know a few of you laced that shoe up and found yourself somewhere there, and you're making excuses and trying to justify yourself mentally and hate me now cause you think this is about you. Bashing was just an expression, this is more of me trying to shoot a point across. You're not hated for being that, sometimes, wrongfully respected for it. But please acknowledge you're a hypocrite, and anyone with a mentality like mine, has no respect for you at all! Any who, about the title, its a fucking crazy movie, I'd suggest checking it out if your into shit like The Hangover and Project X. Not much to talk about! With all due respect, Fiasco out.

Day 33: Take Care of the Paperwork

Day 33: Take Care of the Paperwork

"A nation and its people, third world, and based on hypocrisy"

Told you I was back. Like for real this time. To be honest, apart from a few motivations, I have to admit the fact that I have nothing better do also had a major role to play. Which is also bad news, because if I have nothing to do, that means nothing is happening in my life, which in conclusion means I barely have anything to talk about. I've gotten sick of telling stories from my very "bright: past. I've kind of accepted it, and decided to just leave it there. So that leads to probably to a few topics I can talk about: my DJ career, how amazing my misses is, or my amazing plans for future which I doubt can true. I know anyone barely comments, but it would help a lot if you could tell me which one from this topics which I know you don't care about, is most appealing to you. It's worth a try asking, since I asked for prayers to get a number last time, and I got that. It's a joke by the way, since I know many third world faggots probably took that wrong when reading. Any who, upcoming plans, I have a party on Thursday. The crowd seems to a bit older than I am, and I don't like that, since I really can't interact much with them, and most of the time, people think they're too cool and no one dances and just chill, which leads to boredom since at that point I'm nothing more than a jukebox. Change of subjects, I have something quite the number of people can relate to. You know when you really miss someone, like its someone who you're like addicted to, whether its your current soul mate, family member, or even a close friend. Well there's probably two people who stand out for me at the moment. I don't want to go into details, since I don't like appearing as someone who is too emotional (Cause I'm not, at least that's what I tell myself). Well let's just one, really matters to me, more than the others. I'm not a person who likes distance. It kills me. Especially in situations like this, cause you tell the person you miss them, and would kill to be with them, and you're thinking about them every second, and hell, its to the point where every night you're laying down wondering what they're up to, just laying there, and thinking about one person for hours, sleepless until the sun is rising and your body fails and goes into hibernation mode by itself. You tell them that after not talking to them for what seems like forever to you, but then its also unbelievable, cause its rare that someone cares about someone this much. So you believe that they think they're just words, but that's really what they're going to. Any who, to anyone who can relate, you know its quite, you know, can't really find the word to describe that feeling. Cause at the time, its somewhat a mixed emotion of joy and sorrow since your words seem unbelievable. Okay, becoming a bit too emotional and I'm starting to appear like I'm a fag. On the other hand, I just really miss a good friend of mine, hell, probably my closest friend, who you know by Lil Man. We used to chill every day before he left, and my life has become really plain since he left, so knock yourself out while I remain in this hell hole for the next month. Oh, and I've also been referred to as a "local" blogger. Just wanted to say, I hate the local word, cause that shows while we're from the same place, how we're separated from the rest of the world. So fuck you to this country I'm from. I love you, but fuck your way of thinking, based on a Western style of living with a hypocritical belief in religion. Bringing religion, mixing it with tradition, and creating your own belief and claiming you're being religious. At least I know who to pick on my next post. With all due respect, Fiasco out. 

 

Day 32: Champagne is Overrated

Day 32: Champagne is Overrated 

"I want you to be happy, even if I'm not"

This is the part of Summer where everything goes downhill, perfect ey? Friends traveled, parents constantly bitching, summer courses, kind of shitty. Any who, so basically, let's just say, my infamous blog is back. Bad news for my fake friends, my social life, and most importantly, could be for my relationship. Reason is, I figured people actually read this shit, and criticize me too based on it (I really don't mind though, its nothing compared to what I get in real life). So basically, I got twitted by someone else who blogs. A female from my uneducated country that can actually write, and blog. Kind of like my dream chick right after a DJ chick. I'll work on getting her number though (Putting aside the fact that stating that has just ruined my chances). Alright, so basically, here's the deal. I've been criticized by my dream girl right here. So basically I've been nagging about how when I was dating my ex we wouldn't get physical and all that. Won't deny it, I'm quite a pussy when it comes to that. But I can provide an explanation to somewhat cover for the asshole guy that wants to take advantage of girls picture that was painted for me. So basically, I'd have to go back in time (I hate doing that, and this is going to cause quite the controversy). So basically, if you weren't around me at that time, and unaware of the details of the whole situation. I was with a girl, who I had no way to contact at all outside of school and didn't go out at all, and that included school vacations which meant weeks and sometimes months without talking. I'm in a school where I couldn't talk with that person at all, other than sit together in classes, where we could barely talk. I was never a guy who saw anything passed a hug a necessity in most relationships, and I still think that. Let's just say all the couples (except very few) in my grade, and even younger grades, were you know, getting busy. And the occasional few friends with benefits which made it worse. I'm not a very religious person, nor do I care about this country morale's, and what people think is wrong, or right.  I wasn't in a great position, and I needed a few pushes, and with everything else missing in the certain relationship, that was the only thing I found. Even with the nagging, I'd still had barely gotten anywhere, but that "barely" had me motivated to push that commitment to half a year, which is an unbelievable accomplishment since most couples in my school barely get past a month. So notice how I had put up with a lot of things, I doubt most guys would've put up with, and, as usual, I still had gotten dumped (Got used to it). Which is a whole other essay I won't talk about unless obliged. There's still a lot I want to say about this whole thing, and instead of just ending it, I'll keep going (Bare with me). Some people could say, you do all these things which you think are going to make it work, but in the end it doesn't, and I'd make the girl feel like she's been used and all. Well let's just say, I'm a blogger, a poet (surprise!), and an occasional novel reader. It doesn't get more homo than that. When I get with a girl, I show her that I'm dedicated, and something I've even said to a girl before who knew she was the reason I wasn't happy: "Ive committed myself to you, even if it costs my own happiness, I want you to be happy, just being with me." That's what I do in every relationship, and I still get dumped. Oh, and I don't do break ups, I'd go an empty tank if that's what it takes, but most people don't, and emotions are usually just a game to them, so yeah, Fiasco flies solo. But thank God, things have changed, for the very better. Damn, I've gone on forever, any who, check out the blog I'm taking about: http://justazza.blogspot.com/ And last favor, pray that I get that number! With all due respect, and the highest of respect if you prayed that I've gotten the number, and with utmost respect to the blogger who's kicked started this infamous blog, Fiasco Out. 

Day 31: Just A Religion Class

Day 31: Just A Religion Class 

"If you get lonely, give this post another read"

I know my posts have become random, and I'm actually surprised people still read this on a daily basis. More like impressed. Firstly, I would like to thank all those who contributed to my infamous blog and got it to reach over 2,000 views. This adds on to the amazing mood I'm already in. Why? Well, straight forward, its my one month anniversary, and while many people don't celebrate this, I just feel the urge to. (I love to party, don't blame me!). So I'll be speaking directly to that amazing somebody. I know I sent you a message, but I felt limited, and here I jump into Fiasco mode which makes my words come out and I could explain myself a bit better. Oh, and I know I have my blogging tone here, which is different than how I usually talk, you know my poetic way of oh I love you babe, and you know, the usual quite annoying me, so excuse it since it a lot more straight forward, and less romantic. I know I'm cheesy and too emotional, but I'm like in freaking love with you, and I'll just let my whole Fiasco side do the talking since its a lot more realistic than my real life personality, or whatever people could call it. Any who, this blog is about me, and you, us. I mean, God damn, it's been a month already? We happened quite suddenly, but damn, look at the result, hasn't this been quite an amazing month, it certainly has been for me. It's been a bit off at times, we got together during exams, and you traveled and we barely talk lately, but I've learned to deal with, so don't worry too much about that! I know I'm bad luck, I mean I seem like I've gotten you in a lot of trouble, and I'd just like to apologize for being the reason. I know I'm also difficult to deal with at times, and I'm not always easy, so thank you for being there for me when no one is. Being honest, I'd never thought I'd find someone who'd have me smiling simply by thinking about, you did steal my heart, out of nowhere. I don't know what you do to me, but it feels amazing. This blog was intended because I had so much more to say than what I had already said, but there's still more than a million words lefts to say. If every post would put a smile on your face, I'd post every damn second. Any who, its been only one month. So let's aim for years, I mean look at the result, actually being together, all the time, hell, living together. Its tough, but let's hope we actually do that. I know the world will be against us, but we can take it on together. Nothing compares to hearing you say "I love you." We've still got more than a month until we see each other again, so if you ever get too lonely, give this post another read, and know I'm by your side no matter what. I've probably over loaded you on words today and you've probably gotten tired of reading, so just let me end, by saying I love you. This is just the start, and we still have to to get to eternity, and thank you, for making the happiest person in the world. With the highest respect, love appreciation, and gratitude to you, Fiasco out.

Day 30: The Soviets Got Me

Day 30: The Soviets Got Me

"Diggin' the energy and lovin' the ozone"

Its been quite a while, I mean damn, I remember when blogging was a lifestyle for me, and the whole grade would talk about my blog. Let's hope I haven't lost my touch, Well, its become part of my past, but I just want to incorporate a bit of my present into this blog. Well basically, I promised my darling I'd post a whole post about her. So basically, here goes the story. I had been in a relationship for most of my past posts. Things spiraled down and didn't work out, simple as that. But here's the the good part, it led into something amazing. Its like that was something good which ended, and then I was directly hit by something out of this world, you get me? I might seem like hypocrite since I used to say the same about someone else in the past, but then, haven't we all been somewhat hypocrites. The important thing is, since this should be the last post I have for quite a while, let's just hit people who know me with some truth that is going to cost me a bit, but then again, when have I ever cared? The reason my past relationship spiraled is cause I did something when I was "drunk". Did I drink? Yes I did. (Like I know if a relative sees this I'm fucked, but it was a one time thing, so calm your tits about it)  Was I drunk? Slightly. Here's the part that could catch quite a bit of people off guard. Was I intoxicated to the point where I didn't know what I was doing? No. I knew my every move and simply manipulated the slight smell of alcohol and the complicated friendzone I was in with my current and perfect lover to create a fun night for the both of us. It was pretty obvious we just needed a spark to set us of. So my subconscious side probably wanted that to happen. It wasn't something I was aware would cost me my past relationship, but it happened and it led to my current one, which to be honest, I'm much happier in due to it feeling more real, and my amazing misses actually making feel like I mean a lot to her, a feeling I've never experienced. So a few days after the whole incident things ended, and much sooner than later, my sub conscious side turned into my fully conscious side, took control of my fragile, emotional mind, and I did what I wish I would've done a lot earlier than I did. Any who, so my current relationship? It's pretty much what I've ever wanted. You know, the kind of girl who's interested in the same stuff, always down to talk to you, hangs out with you a lot. Putting aside the fact that she's astonishingly beautiful, her personality, out of this world. The positive vibe she has is just so delighting. I mean, its to the point where just holding hands with her sends a rush through my body. She's like the type where you can say on a scale of one to ten, she's a twenty. Things just click perfectly together. I'm not going to write a cheesy love paragraph about her (I know I used to do that, I was pathetic) but just state facts. She's interested in my career and supports me in it, I mean, what more can I say? I've said it before on this blog, but this is honestly a very powerful emotion, love. Not the confused hormone filled teenager kind like I've experienced, this is the real deal. Any who, its been less than a month, I just hope it lasts for quite a while, because this is the first time I've gotten attached so quickly and opened myself up so much. I know you'll read this baby, so yeah, don't break both Fiasco and Toxic Bass' heart. (How many personalities do I have?!) I've opened myself up fully, so just know when I say I love you, I mean it, and if I say good bye, it'll be the day I die. With all due respect, Fiasco out.