Analysing Stuff (When I'm Bored) and Weird Stuff That Happens

You know, sometimes when you're bummed out and feeling like you're spacing out...you see weird stuffs or things that you haven't really noticed. Stuff around you, people and more importantly yourself.

I'm often jabbering about some nonsense, and usually I do think things through but it comes out as jibber jabber. So, I sound like a passionate drunk at times, trying to convey a useless point to my friends who simply nod and smile. But this time, its different...Oh yes. Why? Well, the main reason is cos, I'm typing it out rather than saying it...So get prepared to get blown out of your minds with my astute observational skills...Rather eccentric, but that's me.

You know loads of people, by that I mean me and two or three of my friends, sit around observing people on the street or where-ever and notice: Why is it that in a couple, the dude is either good-looking and the girl isn't or the chick is hot and the guy looks naff...no offence. This enigma has caused my friends and I to wonder and wonder...till we wasted enough time thinking of something not that productive. Alas, I think I may have found it...eventho, I'm pretty sure someone has done so before me. Anywho...It's cos we're just comparing. The dude might outshine the lass, well cos he is just better looking...It's not because she's ugly...No, no. Other way around as well. She's just more attractive than him. He's not that ug...no wait...Hmm...maybe he is...But you get my point. Of course all this reflects on a person's physical aspect as opposed to character.

Wires. Those lines which connect electrical items, points, whatever. But how come they hate me? I'm not neat and tidy, I can admit that...But why the hell do they always tangle up whenever I keep 'em. What's worse is the fact that it takes me hours trying to untangle 'em. Have you ever been in a situation like me before: See an attractive girl, sit not so far from her and pretend to be cool. Only to be foiled by the fact that your wires are tangled up. Therefore it will take forever just trying to set 'em right. I mean...Geez, I look like a moron. 'Hey, you...how you doing? Yea...just untangling my wires...Yea...' No, that does not sound sexy or cool.

Another weird stuff that keeps happening is the fact that I'm a weird magnet. It's cool, cos there's always something surprising and excellently-out-of-the-blue. Ya, I made that word up. Anyway, I get weird people adding me on MSN. And they ask me even weirder stuff...If you wanna know, drop me a line or if you already know me you can ask. I don't want to soil this already dirty blog any further.

Finally the analysis of myself. This is rather self-indulging...but I've got the keyboard...But you do too...You know what I mean. For too long a word has crept up to describe me: Pessimistic. Parents and teachers have strung that word on me whenever I plan something, friends rain me examples of my pessimistic ways. It was alright until a couple of my closer friends told me that and what's worse was that girls said I was that as well. GASP! And quite a number...Yikes! But its not so much that I choose to be that way...eventhough I do see myself as such. It's more of a restraint to further myself...I always feel let down by my own misjudgment. I could do soo much more but heck...That'll teach me to procrastinate. Don't be like me...Just go for it eventhough its shit. I've changed and become more open...Not so much open, but loud and attention-seeking. I love attention but I'm always with a conflict within myself to be at peace. Irony. I rarely go out and I love to be alone. But when I do go out, I look silly and stuff. An example of my weird life is that my girl-friend is my Les Paul...She might not be pretty, no really...She got scars and is kinda dirty...but she's mine. By the way, her name is Patty...After George and Eric's ex-wife...Nevermind.

Wow...Today's read is a lot. I doubt many people have made the end... But If you did...Wow...You must be bored. Thanks anyway...Much appreciate y'all reading and to those 2 or 3 who read or follow my blog...Means alot, never said it, but thanks. Alot more rambling about my short comings and bad points in the future...What a way to advertise my blog...So stay tuned and alive to read more...Cheers!

Episode One: Ride To School

Wake up in the morning and go to school
Wiping your mouth with all that drool
Dragging your feet, you feel like a bum
Man, I shouldn't have taken all that rum

Sit at the table, stare at the wall
Your parents are worried, your teacher might call
Run off the exit and catching the bus
Hoping to miss the late morning rush

Tired and hanging onto the bars
Voom! pass the window, look at them cars
The dude next to you smell like a hog
But your minds gone, worked like a dog

You notice a sign, its an empty seat
But you give it up to the old sweet petite
Man, traffic is slow and your mind goes off
The driver ain't helping, you wanna tell em to bug off

Feeling wasted you get off your stop
All the kids in style and one has a mop-top
The chick you see at the side of your eye
Dude she looks hot, and man that ain't no lie

All the guys watching and hoping to impress
You laugh deep inside, they all should second-guess
A shout from a far, all heads turn around
"Damn its her boy-friend," you say looking at the ground

Here comes the next bus, forward to school
Damn its all packed, pfff...what can you do?
You squeeze your way through to the back of the coach
What the shit was that? Was that a roach?

After a few stops you take a seat
Beside you a girl with a bright coloured pleat
You take your chance you check her out
"Man, she looks nice!" as you tongue rolls out

She notices you staring and you quickly look away
Feeling so awkward, "WHY, why? Today?"
Everything starts off wrong you feel like a fool
"Great, she saw me. Now she thinks I'm a tool"

To get your mind off, you plug in your ear-piece
Maybe the songs are a sense of release
You peep through the window, everyone in a rush
And you wonder to yourself, "Life? Man, what's the fuss?"

Ahh! Finally, you reach your damn stop
You think to yourself, "Come on let's go! Chop-chop!"
Running to class, things can only be great...
A voice from behind says, "Khalis, your late"

Cool? Hmm....

Being human beings...or at least I think you are, we all have our own personal traits and behave as such and such during different situations. Now, time and again people have labeled other with their reactions and personalities. So commonly, some guys are cool and some gals are hot. Fair enough, we all have different views on people. But what is the criteria for being 'cool'?

Before I start, 'cool' can be used to describe personality and appearance. I dunno I make up the rules, I just do what every annoying person does: question it.

Anywho...Cool. What defines a person as cool? Is it a leather jacket dude with a fag between his lips, leaning against a wall. Looking at people through his dark shades, constantly combing his greasy hair with his fingers? Or maybe a flamboyantly dressed female with either a brightly coloured vest or a dark clothes to look very chic and cool? Well, cool has been associated with style and I'm giving some very bad examples...sorry, I'm not really very now and hip.

But, I feel 'cool' should be something more than what you wear. It's who you are. Basically, you're either cool or an asshole to me. Simple. Even people labeled as 'Geeks', 'Nerds' or whatever are cool. Assholes, however, go about doing crazy shit to people and inevitably slow mankind's progress. Being nice and considerate is cool. Being a 'nice guy' is cool. You don't have to be the fittest jock...who I KNOW are assholes...a number of 'em are, to be 'cool'. I mean, I play guitar in a band...don't make me cool. Far from it. Being cool is how you handle your life and people around you. It's character and attitude. It's not what you wear or what you have achieved.

I mean little stuffs make you cool: giving up a seat on a public transport, being polite to others, being a gentlemen, (for girls) giving me your number and letting me go out with you...You know, there are many things. So just bear in mind, who gives a shit what people say, hold your chin up high, do the good thing and help others...that is cool. Even when people are being major dicks to you, screw them and carry on with your life...that's cool.

With that being said...I don't think, but I KNOW I'm super awesome and cool...yea...I sound like an asshole now...Damn.