Kaamwalis

As many of my diligent stalkers may know. I’m in india! But that’s not the point of this post. This post is about what is normal. Not fashion or whether you eat snails or chicken. We’re going super basic. Human compassion among other humans. Kaamwalis are basically like full time maids. Working all day long to keep the house clean, feed the inhabitants of the house, clothe and bathe the kids. Basically the superglue that holds everything together. These people deserve days off. They don’t get them. Bu they deserve them. I’ve had a couple short conversations about my thoughts about the way they’re treated in relativity to how much work they do. And I’ve been told repeatedly that this is a good lifestyle considering the alternative which is living on the streets. If you ask me. And these may just be the words of an American with too much pride. I’d rather live on the streets and keep my dignity close by. Then Work my skin to the bone for some rich people who don’t even smile or acknowledge me when I come to collect their plates. Of course I’m just a radical tourist. And it may well be that these women really do have great lives. However, from what ive seen. Not so much. Granted that some may become accustomed to having these women around to serve your every whim and not consider it a big deal. But when you can just tell a grown woman to go get you something from the kitchen, which is in the next room, without feeling anything. Like MAKE ME A SANDWHICH. Bro. That’s some serious lack of empathy, apathy, understanding, compassion. Or maybe I’m just a judgmental teenager basing his opinions on shallow aspects of a deep rooted situation. So I have to ask myself. Based on what I know. Is Kaamwali just a term for a maid. Or is it the modern term for slave?

Love and light

From one sufi to another

-Aly

Im Back…-ish

hey kids! i've had a bad case of the stomach virus and the sniffles. and i'm currently laying in bed wanting to sleep more. just checking in with a smallish post today.
confidence-

 narcissism-

the difference-
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 use your brains kids.normally here i'd put a story about my own encounters with this stuff. but i'm sick. and i'm sure you people want to go back to your X-Factor
lates kiddies

Storyboard and Why

 Are we all characters in a game? Or are we individual beings with our own minds and our own thoughts. Another way to say this could be, how much does this all powerful god really care about us? how much attention does he pay attention to us individually. I am of the belief in the illusion that somehow somewhere there is this big man watching us all on his ipad deciding how each of us will live our lives on some expensive god app. What lessons we will learn. Who we live our lives with. How we live them. I believe that each move is predetermined. You finding this blog. Either so you can provide something to me. Or so i may provide some thought provoking texts for you. Come out of your shell and dare to explore the otherworldly in the comfort of your home for a second here. 

Let me try to give an example of something that happened in my own life. if youve bothered to read some of the other posts you would have read the post about haters and the school one. if you havent i suggest you scroll down and read. Now if you have then i dare you to read on. See I think that the reason i have to undergo this is for three reasons that i am consciously aware of at this moment, 

1. Its a pretty rockin school for academics

2. I have to learn to accept change

3. Deal with the social awkwardness i havent experienced for a while

4. if you are a family member of mine. and you try to tell me how im getting used to this new school or mention this to me in a way other than to tell me how cool it is. i will delete this blog and never post again. that being said. there are more examples in our daily lives.

Por un example, you are close to someone, a mentor maybe. and they die. The lesson is learn to get along on your own without having someone else process your thoughts for you. but maybe that example is a little too drastic. try if you're going through a hard time and your mentor is on a business trip! there we go. no more death and stuff. I'm attempting most likely in vain to try to simplify this. its become deep rooted into my life when something perplexing happens or something normal happens. i ask myself. what can i learn? Now sometimes something hits you that you have no explanation for. in that case. the answer to the question is that the event occurred for someone else. not everything revolves around you. 

much love

mess with the bull get the horns

need more cliches. legitimitely. 

also! i'm leaving town por a few days and i wont be able to post. now as i'm sure your entire lives revolve around my blog i'm sure you kids are gonna break down and start crying. but be strong. i'm the one that has to leave my laptop at home.

HORMONAL TEEN OUT!

Also

I changed the backround. apparently black on white is harder to read. that is one of the few things i will do solely for the purpose of the people. enjoy it!
Scroll down for more Simple Thoughts :)

Oh well.

I've decided that looking back on my blog. The speech patterns are too staccato for the flowing voice inside my head to read without unease. So simply put, for this blog I'm going to not write what comes to mind but more refined thoughts about trivial matters. I hope you find enjoyment. PSYCH!! dude thats not me. I'm chill and if you dont like it then suck it up. Anywaysies, instead of my interpretation of narcicism, i'd like to talk about haters. Today in my history class, the teacher called us up for some funny humiliation in front of the class. because of my awkwardness at this new school, funny stuff i said were totally ignored by the class. while those who werent totally judgemental laughed. sucks to suck. anyway, this little girl who ive been having little problems with hit me because i said something when the Professor said not to say anything. of course i made a face like wtf &R**&%$#@$#%*&*$!!!!! i'm sure people noticed but i cant say i care obviously i could deck this girl anytime but because im a total gentlemen i just gave her a look which she probably didnt even see. so now this midget thinks she can walk all over me. this should be fun. Anyway, thats just a little example in my own day about haters. Everyones got the little people doing the little things. whether the cause is jealousy, ignorance, following the crowd, or just not having the guts to stand up for what you know is right. which brings me to my second point. A couple days ago we had this ex american idol nominee come to our school. he was a total awesome singer who had been bullied at our school when he still went. and he was looking like a totally normal guy. he sung two songs. the one that hit home was called bulletproof vests. its about how you cant let what people say get to you. that being said i have a message to the haters and to the kids who arent yet strong enough to fend for themselves against the haters. for the haters, just know that your actions today could affect the way someone turns out. no matter how small a remark. at the least you could ruin their day, at the most, you could ruin their life. so be smart. do the right thing. it sounds like its been said too many times because it has. heres a different way. that kid with the thick glasses, the high voice, and the not nike shoes who looks like a loser now. he's gonna end up being your boss. he's gonna be the guy who decides how you live. perfect example would be bill gates. so be good. be kind. or you'll live a crappy life scroll below for karma reference. Now for my fellow nerds and other kids who are being hated on. Be strong dudes and dudettes, rise above all the bs, and notice that the people who think theyre so much better then you now are just insecure shells of people that you are. the people who will most likely just be the scum of society. because as my mom says: Karma's a bitch. so be strong now. and don't wait for the chance to flourish later. you can make it happen now. whether you have a face full of zits like me. a potbelly bigger than the drunk guy from the movies. or a big nose. You are special and great just the way you are. and for the guys and girls who hate on that little kid whose not that pretty or handsome now. I know plenty of people (: myself included :)  that went from being fat little nerds with no clue on how to dress, act, or function in society. To the people that all the girls (or guys) wanna get with. basically said, dont judge someone before they become the real them.
i wish you all lessons from above
peace (\|/)
love <3
and happiness :)
wear your bulletproof vests

Sleep :)

Well for you 4 people that read my blog (we're up by one woohoo!!) I'd like to talk about one topic that affects the lives of humans, birds, amphibians, not sharks, not vampires, most likely werewolves, and most earthly beings! SLEEP. We all know it and love it, i can't share any point of view but my own. even though i probably will eventually. Anywaysies, sleep. When us kids were younger back in the old days. of 2004. we used to hate sleeping. MOM! LET ME WATCH MORE SPONGEBOB. because we all love spongebob. if you dont. leave this blog and never come back. if you do. then congrats you win an award for being just like any normal person with a conscience. As we grow older and our insane energy fades. until we're old and crotchety and hormonal. we learn to appreciate sleep. we learn to give up facebook time for sleep. we learn to give up homework time for sleep. (worth it most of the time) we learn to give up studying for tomorrows test time. (the day after this, we die) and until the point when we are healthier because of more sleep. and then the weekend hits. and we stay up till 10 am. and then we freak out on monday. that solves this anomaly as to why monday is the worst day of the week. I myself am trying to sleep an hour and a half ago. oh well. c'est la vie.
Hi Sarah! im honored to have you check out this youngins blog. may god bless all of you weirdos and standouts. and bless those that pick on you with the chance to see what theyve done
learn your lessons
stay clean.
dont move it. or youll lose it
i dont understand what that means
i seriously need more cliches. as in. TELL ME MORE CLICHES. they make me smile!
hugs not drugs kids!
also. if you have a test tomorrow. sucks. you should sleep. its just like studying except it makes your grade go down! same basic concept.
goodnight. also if dr. b is here. id like to say hi!
bye now!

Change of plans :(

Well, im sure you kids care deeply about cajuns,  but today i'm not going to talk about them. sorry -.- I'm going to talk about facebook. a disease commonly found in american adolescents. age: adolescent to end of adolescent. The reason i feel this is a disease is not only because with a few codes typed in, a rapist can access your entire life. Your pictures, feelings. good thing i have this blog so i can be all private and stuff! anywaysies. Facebook in my own case takes away an hour a day. obviously thats not much time a day for most people. but imagine. in a month. you would have wasted over a day. in a year. even more. i'm too lazy to do the math but you get the point. so basically. if you dont want to be stalked, killed or waste time. deactivate your facebook. For my large amount of readers (5 at peak) who have self control and wouldnt waste time on facebook during the weekdays. congratulations! youve taken the first step to not becoming a dead, stalked time wasting blob! we commend you upon your progress!
You should also know . my mom took away my facebook today. for which i must thank her. i was thinking of doing the same thing myself. because honestly. I DONT CARE IF MY BEST FRIEND IS EATING A TURKEY SANDWICH! no matter how tasty it may look. i'm hungry
goodbye for now dear friends.
love always
your friendly neighborhood ex-stalkeree, dead kid, and time waster.
also a hormonal teen :)
peace love happiness. i need more cliches.

For Me Not For You (FMNFY)

The title of this can refer to many things. Such as wanting to keep your ice cream cone away from your puppy thats begging for it. We ALL have our selfish moments, and here's one of mine. This blog, despite its apparent coolness and for-the-peopleness for lack of a better word. Is for me. Of course no rule is without exception and i'm sure that using your common sense you'll figure out which is which, some of the posts in this blog are flawed, biased, emotional, or hormonal. These are the ones that allow me to put my thoughts down and decode them to learn the lessons that god so graciously provides. Anywaysies, basically i wanted to say. if you don't like what i'm saying. Suck it up. its for me. not for you. and although i'd love a lesson on how my gramer ans dpelling iz rong. i'd prefer it you'd not kill the flow of my mojo bro. thanks.
thats the message.
On tomorrows episode of Simple thoughts. From a Simple guy. Learn something about CAJUNS!
peace
love
and happiness
god bless america
mess with the bull, get the horns
au revoir
a beintot
bye

Dearest apologies!

For the whole three of you that bother to check this weird-hormonal teens blog, we'd like to apologize for any inconvenience due the lack of posts. Even though I'm sure your lives, heartbreakingly, don't revolve around me or my messages. I have some things to say. First off, I want to talk about how this blog thing has been a result of my addiction to Facebook. Like 99% of normal american teens, I check my Facebook multiple times a day, and whenever something funny or shareable happens I have an urge to take a picture and Facebook it. Before I had discovered this beautiful contraption the bloggers of the world have thought out. I used to look down on that urge as an unhealthy addiction. Which it was. But now that i have this blog. I can choose whom I tell about it and hope they don't go screaming that yet another teenager has a blog. So I'd like to thank the people from blogspot :) thanks bros! Also, i'd like to get one HUGE HUGE HUGE GINORMOUSLY LARGE point across. which I will do in the next post. Because its THAT BIG.

Two People

I heard a quote somewhere in the past week: "jump in with both feet" today, I shall address the most controversial topic in my life today. My second identity. Sounds kinda crazy I know, but let me break it down for you. Last year i went to a GREAT school. Im talkin everything being perfect. But this year, we did a switcheroo! and now I'm at a different more stuffy private school. I'm purposely not saying names because I know the law sucks and people sue and stuff. So anyways, the fact that its a stuffy private school. FINE! I can deal with it! I can be a good boy for 8 hours a day. But the differences

Old School.
people stay hanging around the lockers 45 minutes after school ends.
New School
people hate the school so much they get all their homework stuff the period before and basically leisurely sprint out of the school.
But I can deal with that.

something that's occurring to me. i don't usually capitalize my i's and i dont start my periods with sentences. :) you will learn to deal with it. Now back to my soap opera.

Old School
People gladly welcome you into the social hierarchy.
new school
nobody talks to you
i can deal. just be open and happy right?

old school
your friends are open with you, people are normal, we act out in a healthy way, and we love each other
new school
your friends are hardly ever open with you, we bottle all the bad things in until we're ready to explode. we dont know each other

^This is a problem
old school
only a few parents knew each other well, which added to the open environment because people could get to know each other normally
new school
completely tribal. Noone pays attention to the new kid, or parent. lucky my moms amazing at fitting into new places.

These are only the main problems at school.
My whining fest is over.
I know for a fact that next year it will get better, because this school has two campuses and the only high school is on the other campus. the location of the school now is basically a new country altogether. Everybody knows everybody. people see each other outside of school every weekend. (i think… new kids don't get invited)

This person that i have to be, forcing jokes out of myself to ease my own tension and awkwardness bothers me to no end. I look forward to the weekend when i can be among people who know and love me for me. knowing being the most appreciated of the two.
School Me
forces jokes
no swag (im thinking about doing a post on swag)
afraid to speak out
very few friends
quiet
Normal me
jokes come naturally, and they are hilarious
all the swag in the world (dont hate please :) )
never afraid to be heard
friends with everybody
loud boisterous and happy

anyways, im doing my best to be the happiest, best me i can be. im loving life, and trying to learn the lessons from this experience
thanks for reading
-socially frustrated teenager

-socially frustrated teenager

WADDUP!

Hi kiddies :) I'd like to just start of by saying I am honored you took the time out of your most likely eventless day to come to MY blog. I'm totally stoked and floored that you found me. I've been thinking about starting one of these things for a while now, and I've finally gotten around to it.
Here's some random facts about myself that you probably won't care about, but read them anyway
1. My mom has a super awesome blog
2. I am aware that number one wasn't about me. Deal with it.
3. I'm trying to get by one day at a time
4. Yoga is my new hobby
5. I love some random stuff don't ask
7. My Brother also has an awesome blog!
8. You didn't notice I skipped 6
9. I stole that from the book of faces
10. a. I can be weird and i say some pretty far out stuff sometimes. Here's the challenge. Look past all the weird and get to know me for the real weird stuff. Not the fake weird stuff.
10. b. That right there is an example of some of the stuff you might be seeing on my blog. Its a misnomer.
11. I like dancing
12. I am a teenager.
13. This is a full time occupation
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