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Wow, after an absence, the only thing I can do is a tag. You must really hate me, right? Especially since my last post was so long. Well, it's not my fault. The stupid teachers in my stupid school do not know the meaning of "rest". They give us loads of homework and expect us to finish it by the deadline stated. Don't they know that we, unlike them, actually have a life?
Right, on to the actual purpose of this post. Thanks to Ryan (Darn you!), I now have to post 5 random and useless facts about me. So, here goes. Note: I'm only going to put facts that practically no one knows.
"What's that you say? You want my first fact?"
Fact number 1 about me is, I really hate it when someone calls me "Sheikh". I don't care that it's easier to say than "Sharrif"! I still hate it a lot! It not only feels formal, but you sound like you're calling my Dad! Please, don't do that. As an added thought, every time someone calls me "Sheikh", I really have this strong urge to beat the person up, be it guy or girl. Since I don't hit girls, I tend to say to myself, "Pretend he's a girl, pretend he's a girl..." until I calm down.
"Don't tell me you wanna know more?!"
The second fact about me is that I keep having this thought of me either faking my death or having some kind of terrible accident happen to me. No, it's not because I have a sick imagination or something like that! It's just, well, I want to know who really cares about me. I want to see how many people visit my "grave", or visit me in the hospital. Heck, I even want to know how many people would attend my funeral. I keep guessing the amount, and it's really low, to be frank.
"Another one? You sure?"
Number 3 in my list of useless facts is that I have imaginary friends. (I can't believe that I actually typed that...) Their names are Tom, Mark and Farah. They each specialize in helping different aspects of my life. Tom helps me in life. Mark with my school life. Farah with my love life. So if you see me talking to myself, I'm not, actually. I'm talking to them. Yes, I know that people with imaginary friends are those that are depressed. I don't think I am, but then, who knows, really? I guess that deep down, I really am depressed. Either that, or my imagination is way too high. I prefer the latter one.
"If you keep this up, it's gonna start costin' ya."
Lucky number 4. Time to talk about something extra personal. I often feel ignored and unloved, either at home or at school. Yeah, sure, you can say that you care for me and whatnot, but I look at actions, not words. Even though actions can lie, at least you're making the effort of trying to make it seem that I'm cared for. Why do I think like this? In a group conversation, I'm usually left out. When I try to enter the discussion, I usually get ignored and just end up listening.
Speaking of listening, I really hate the fact that I'm always listening. I listen to everyone's problems, but none listen to mine. Another thing I hate is that although loads of girls have said that girls will like me because (and they'll give their own reasons), but how come none have even said so? The reason I can make out is that I'm the type of guy that girls only want as a friend, never as a boyfriend. Well, I guess it's the bachelor life for me.
"What is it with you and my life?!"
At last, here we are. The end of the line. I think I'll just say something non-personal and random, to counter the last one.
I like eggs.
Haha, too random, I know. But seriously, though. This next fact is that I love oxymorons. Flawed perfection. Honest lies. Sweet bitterness. Dumb genius. Smart idiot. Organized chaos. Chaotic peace. Rich beggar. Poor millionare.
Those kinda stuff. Why? I don't know why. I just love oxymorons. If it contradicts itself, I'll love it.
Okay, then. I haven't finished my History folio yet (and it's due tomorrow! Oh God!), so
Till next time,
~Josh the Joshster~
Wow, after an absence, the only thing I can do is a tag. You must really hate me, right? Especially since my last post was so long. Well, it's not my fault. The stupid teachers in my stupid school do not know the meaning of "rest". They give us loads of homework and expect us to finish it by the deadline stated. Don't they know that we, unlike them, actually have a life?
Right, on to the actual purpose of this post. Thanks to Ryan (Darn you!), I now have to post 5 random and useless facts about me. So, here goes. Note: I'm only going to put facts that practically no one knows.
"What's that you say? You want my first fact?"
Fact number 1 about me is, I really hate it when someone calls me "Sheikh". I don't care that it's easier to say than "Sharrif"! I still hate it a lot! It not only feels formal, but you sound like you're calling my Dad! Please, don't do that. As an added thought, every time someone calls me "Sheikh", I really have this strong urge to beat the person up, be it guy or girl. Since I don't hit girls, I tend to say to myself, "Pretend he's a girl, pretend he's a girl..." until I calm down.
"Don't tell me you wanna know more?!"
The second fact about me is that I keep having this thought of me either faking my death or having some kind of terrible accident happen to me. No, it's not because I have a sick imagination or something like that! It's just, well, I want to know who really cares about me. I want to see how many people visit my "grave", or visit me in the hospital. Heck, I even want to know how many people would attend my funeral. I keep guessing the amount, and it's really low, to be frank.
"Another one? You sure?"
Number 3 in my list of useless facts is that I have imaginary friends. (I can't believe that I actually typed that...) Their names are Tom, Mark and Farah. They each specialize in helping different aspects of my life. Tom helps me in life. Mark with my school life. Farah with my love life. So if you see me talking to myself, I'm not, actually. I'm talking to them. Yes, I know that people with imaginary friends are those that are depressed. I don't think I am, but then, who knows, really? I guess that deep down, I really am depressed. Either that, or my imagination is way too high. I prefer the latter one.
"If you keep this up, it's gonna start costin' ya."
Lucky number 4. Time to talk about something extra personal. I often feel ignored and unloved, either at home or at school. Yeah, sure, you can say that you care for me and whatnot, but I look at actions, not words. Even though actions can lie, at least you're making the effort of trying to make it seem that I'm cared for. Why do I think like this? In a group conversation, I'm usually left out. When I try to enter the discussion, I usually get ignored and just end up listening.
Speaking of listening, I really hate the fact that I'm always listening. I listen to everyone's problems, but none listen to mine. Another thing I hate is that although loads of girls have said that girls will like me because (and they'll give their own reasons), but how come none have even said so? The reason I can make out is that I'm the type of guy that girls only want as a friend, never as a boyfriend. Well, I guess it's the bachelor life for me.
"What is it with you and my life?!"
At last, here we are. The end of the line. I think I'll just say something non-personal and random, to counter the last one.
I like eggs.
Haha, too random, I know. But seriously, though. This next fact is that I love oxymorons. Flawed perfection. Honest lies. Sweet bitterness. Dumb genius. Smart idiot. Organized chaos. Chaotic peace. Rich beggar. Poor millionare.
Those kinda stuff. Why? I don't know why. I just love oxymorons. If it contradicts itself, I'll love it.
Okay, then. I haven't finished my History folio yet (and it's due tomorrow! Oh God!), so
Till next time,
~Josh the Joshster~
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