Guy Wearing Shorts!
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
Random thoughts on a sleepless night part : 2
Monday, November 15, 2021
Rock is the best genre of music and your argument is invalid
I came across Corey Taylor’s acoustic version of Wicked Game by Chris Isaak. This made me realize what an amazing voice Corey Taylor poses. I love the original by Chris Isaak, but Corey Taylor of Slipknot and Stone Sour signing that song reminded me why I started loving Rock. The ability to sing acoustic without computer generated voices, and in the instance of Corey Taylor from screaming out People = Shit to singing an absolute classic like Wicked Game equally as good as the original is why I love this Genre.
A weird lanky kid who was above average smart and couldn’t fit in to a clock existed in the 1990s. This 13 year old kid used to jam to Westlife and Nsync. By chance he came across Arms Wide Open by Creed and after that everything changed. I mean the kid remained weird but his taste in music took a wild turn. In can Puddle of Mudd with Blurry and Staind with Its been awhile. He began to amass a legendary collection of Rock CDs. Slipknot, Godsmack, Metallica, Mushroomheads, Mud Vayne, Nirvana, Shinedown and Breaking Benjamin were a few of the favs. If you didn’t know know by now, the kid I am referring to is me. I know!!! Plot twist!!! I tend to shock you guys, don’t I? Unable to fit in, being the second child, Rock music gave me a sort of shell that I could go into and survive through the harsh winters.
My parents were worried about me, because these uncle and aunts told them that rock promotes violence and will raise hell on earth and all. For me, it was not about any of that. I could relate to the music that I listed. I don’t think I was depressed, but the songs that talked about depression were my favorite. I still listen to the music that I used to grow up on. I call that playlist Sanity. It’s my go to music when I need an escape. I listen to most genres, but for me at least Rock rules them all.
Live life!
Don’t die wondering!
Friday, November 13, 2020
2020
I here and see a lot of people complain about 2020. “Oh god! This year is the worst” “Can 2020 be over already” and “Please! 2021 be kind to us”. I think that these sort of comments are bullshit. If you are fracking ( yes fracking, from Battleestar galactica, one of the better and a very realistic theories about human kind ;)) hungry, the only two options that you have are either eating spinach or imminent death due to hunger, you are a stupid idiot show the middle finger to spinach and die of hunger. Additionally, Popeye would be super offended.
What I’m trying to say is that without complaining about the hard times, try to make your lives happy. So you cannot go out, meet people, talk to your friends or party hard. ( I’ll loving the fact that I can’t do any of that this year) but it time to adapt and move forward. I know! I know! First I was talking about humans coming from outta space, now I’m talking about adapting like the theory of evaluation. Guy wearing shorts is a philosopher and philosophers are open minded. See now? I justified it. Let’s move forward.
With the added responsibility since I’m 34, I guess 2020 has made me a better human. Don’t worry, I’m still a jerk, an asshole and a arrogant egoistic bastard to many which I love to be. But I became a better person to the people and things that matter the most.
Don’t let 2020,2021...........2037 be shitty years. A lot of things can still happen. Watch the following movies
Terminator
Blade runner
War of the worlds
World war Z
X Men - Logan
Any Resident Evil movie
Shit can get dark but try to become a happier person
Stay safe!
Wear a mask!
Don’t die wondering!
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Random Bullshit Vol : 1000132
Fast forward 2 years............. ( See what I told you about being borderline ADD)
Now I’m on my bed 3.30 in the morning, and for some odd reason, I wanted to blog. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME.
Ok. Ok. Back to the blog.
2) Why am I blogging. All the cool kids, adults and grandies are doing tiktoks and trying to get famous. But I’m trying to write a blog and satisfy my fans who haven’t seen me in action for a good 5 years. Maybe I’m becoming one of those uncles that I used to despise. I love drinking tea, love office shoes with laces and stopped craving the latest gadgets. I don’t know if I’m going anywhere with this, but the topic is random bullshit. So, I am excused. Buhahahha.
3) These Anunnaki theories are so freaking cool. This is my new fixation are all the nessy and alien stuff. Ok. Anunnaki are basically aliens, but now I’ve found a sub section of aliens to research about.
4) When did I start liking Coldplay??????
Thats all I have for today. Glad that I finally finished a post after so long. Not the best content but it’s a start.
Live life!
Don’t die wondering!
Monday, December 24, 2018
Forever Friend
Saturday, March 31, 2018
The drift
Monday, November 30, 2015
Legendary Mac
I remember as if it was yesterday. (I'm not trying to be corny, but I actually remember it as if yesterday) I was 16 and a tutor came to teach me at home. As the tutor was leaving our home, my parents returned home with a
3 months later.........
Toy Poodle Puppy, white as snow. It was totally unexpected. I was at an age where I didn't mind a puppy at home even though I was not dying to have one as well. Just like Britney Spears, when She was JUST a girl and not YET a woman.
This Toy Poodle changed our lives for ever.
For the next thirteen years, he became a brother to me and a son to my parents. He knew how to count up to 5. That is because there are 5 members in our family. When ever we go somewhere and come back home, he counts the number of family members who returned and if someone in missing, he would inquire.
Loves to go in the vehicle and is literally the tail of my father. Once he went to office with him. It is no joke and I wasn't high as a kite as well. The protector of our parents room. Who thy shall enter the room when the parents are not inside the room shall receive thy Mac's teeth mark on thy buttock.
I married, I moved out. He grew old. The day after his 13th birthday, he was with my mother in their room. He was sick and wouldn't walk. But he mustered enough strength to ask my mother to go to the garden with him. As soon as he got to the garden, he left us.
I wasn't high on his affectionate ladder, but he knew that I loved him and he loved me back. The guy had a lot of love to give.
You were a great dog Mac. You were a great brother.
Much love