I always wondered how one portrays their confidence without being called arrogant. I am not sure where to even begin. If one has any form of over confidence, they label them as arrogant. So if one is arrogant, would people would think they are confident?

What do you think? Have you ever been labeled arrogant but all you really meant to be at that situation just a bit over confident. It is more of a protective and stubborn state of mind, nothing more.

And the final question! Do you guys really think I am arrogant or just confident enough to seem that I am arrogant?

Blah Blah, Confused, Random Thoughts, Ranting as usual!, Whatever!

You guys got to watch this. I love the way it is done.. It is called, “5 minutes of Syria.”

What do you think?

5 minutes of Syria from Ruslan Fedotow on Vimeo.

Video from journey
Director of photography: Ruslan Fedotow
Edit/color: Ruslan Fedotow

70-200mm IS, 50mm 1.8

Video

I feel like dancing.

So I listen to old tunes, shake my head, and groove to the music. I guess music always makes me feel better about my self. It shouldn’t, but no one else makes me feel better about my self so I got to resort to something.

What am I saying? Maybe I am high on hot chocolate. I am just sipping it while contemplating the words to spit out in this blog post. Sugarlicious drinks always bring me some type of inspiration and a few caloric intake. But you know what? Who gives a shit! We live only once, and if it is a short or long life, hot chocolate won’t kill me, but will only make me more fun.

Fun. What a crazy word that is. I don’t even remember the last time I had fun. I think I am just too serious. I am a very serious person and I need to step it down a bit and have some fun in life. Like going out somewhere, like out of the house for instance. That’s always fun! But I am trying to achieve something more important because I am an intellectual person.

Me. Intellectual? No I don’t think so. I never was or ever will be. However, I am a bit too smart for my liking and way over analyzing. I blame computer science. Female. Computer Science. Programmer. Such a wrong combination. I am not smart because I studied that crap. I was just smart enough to make use of it for my own desires. The desire of being the one creating something and not just being the end user.

It’s funny that I mentioned end user. We are all end users. We are using the internet to bring us all together and in the end of it all, there is us. Us. We. You and I and them. We are all brought together in this virtual medium and it only seems that we may never come together and have some fun at a party that I will be hosting.

Can you imagine me hosting a party? It’s like asking Charlie Sheen to shut up. Never will happen! However, the sound of it is awesome and we should do it one day. So you guys organize it and get it all sorted out. It’s not that I don’t have money or anything to make it a really awesome party. Remember I am smart and I create stuff and people like me actually can afford to do stuff in life. But I, like 95.5% of the world who suffer from some form of attention deficit, I cannot plan shit. So one of you anal people out there who love to be super organized and want everything oh so perfect should do it.

Invite me. Don’t forget! I came up with the idea!

What am I saying. The chocolate is wearing off. Fuck this shit. I just need to relax and get the point.

I am sick of men. How about that? Sorry for 50% of the world, but fuck it. Men piss me off. Through out half my life, I couldn’t for the life of me find a normal guy who doesn’t lie, who is honest, sweet, truthful, fun to talk to, smart, good to others and just wants to live a simple life. I just give up. I am 30 and I give up.

Fuck it.

Angry, Blah Blah, Ranting as usual!, They said what?, Whatever!

I always wondered what my ultimate wish would be, and I know for sure it is not world peace. Because you and I know that peace is out of the question and the world will and always be in chaos. So forget about that, this is no beauty pageant.

So, maybe it is not wishes that I want or even dream of. I think it is more of small little gratifications that I seek. Like peace of mind, living a simple and quiet life, and doing things that I love to do on a daily basis. But, if I had all that, wouldn’t I still feel like I need something or I really have to have something in order for my life to have more meaning?

Maybe I am thinking too much here. But I need to write stuff out more often. The past year I have been bottling up emotions and I feel like I am 20 years old and afraid to talk. And why am I afraid to talk? This is a blog and I don’t know why I am holding back those emotions, from like the WHOLE world!

I am not afraid to talk anymore, but at the same time, is talking too much a good thing?

Oh well, at least I feel better that I said what I had to say and really, why am I afraid of?

Nothing.

Advice, Blah Blah, Random Thoughts, Whatever!

Sometimes I feel so low and so depressed, but something about having this site that I can’t resist. It’s like an infectious disease and it will just not go away that easily! You know what it is?

If you are really smart and you have been reading my blog for a long time then you would know what I am talking about.

This is what I love:

Your Name: sarmad
Email: xxxxxxxxxxxxx@yahoo.com
Website: http://

Message:
hi ,,,,,,,,,,,,,i want to chat some girl ,,,,,,,,,,but only arab….

You guys keep me alive and wanting to love life day by day, night by night, and year by year. Oh spammers, you put a smile on my face and you keep the web alive!!

Now I feel like singing a song!! The words are just vomiting out uncontrollably as a result of a bad internet hangover!

Rebellious Arab Girl Song:

chorus
I love spam.
I love spam.
Oooh baby.. I love spaaam!!

Yaaaaaa!!

chorus repeat

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!

I made this blog long ago
To capture all you spammer’s galore
You always put a smile on my face
When life is sinking me down the hole

chorus repeat

You make me say crazy things
That I would never do or think about
But you guys are the reason for my change
And wanting to always knock you out

I always love my crazy blog days
That have no premise or a plot
You make me want to vomit words
That are nothing other than crap

repeat chorus

Yes, you spammers are the best
Oh baby, just the best
But I will always detest your presence
Because you are nothing but nasty pests!

And yes, I would sing this stupid song better than Rebecca Black’s Friday! I would have more emotions, charisma, dramatic facial expressions, and not look like a dumb ass teen!

Blah Blah, My taste of Music, Random Thoughts, Ranting as usual!, Thank you, They said what?, Whatever!