I’m 15, male, and you don’t need to fucking know my name (it might be mentioned somewhere but don’t read it. Seriously.) First off, if you don’t like language, fuck off and read some other evangelist’s blog becuase this blog is going to have a load of shitty language until some good samaritian Christian comes along and converts me.
Here’s a little about me just so you get where I’m coming from. I turned 15 this year, I have an elder brother who’s 17; he’ll be starting university in Sept. I’ll be going to grade 11. I moved from conservative UAE to liberal Canada. Girls with long legs and friggin short skirts…. What’s bad is at home. My mom knows thinks that I’m the black sheep of the family; and coming from an Indian family, more respect is given to the elder son which sucks for me. My place in the family is that of a scapegoat. Yeah. My mom loves me but I don’t think she likes me. I’m not so sure about my dad. He’s a definite god among man but I don’t know anything about him. He’s like that mentor character Morgan Freeman always plays. He’ll teach you everything but you’ll know nothing about him. Oh and I usually listen to hard rock and emo (no, i’m not emo), rapcore and such but I’m starting to get into metal. I think Marilyn Manson is friggin awesome but he’s scary at the same time. I live in a small townhouse, with my bro and mom btw.
About two months ago, I moved from a fucking beautiful country called UAE which you might have not heard of. It was fucking beautiful. There wasn’t a moment I wasn’t surrounded by good friends. I mean GOOD friends. The ones that would take a bullet for you. That was UAE, and now there’s Canada. It’s like you’re reading a book in English and fifteen pages into it, the text turns into Spanish; and you don’t know Spanish, and you have to fucking finish the book.
Oh, and today morning I walked to the library and this random guy sped past me giving me the finger and looking back. I’d have fucking mooned him if I wasn’t right outside St. Barnabas’. Have a good one.
~immigrant heretic~
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Hmmm, make your mind up fella – is Canada good or bad?
* “Girls with long legs and friggin short skirts… it’s not bad”
OR
* “…and now there’s Canada. It’s like you’re reading a book in English and fifteen pages into it, the text turns into Spanish; and you don’t know Spanish, and you have to fucking finish the book.”
Apart from being a strange comparison, it’s 2 decidedly different views.
Maybe you should give Canada the same 15 years you gave UAE?
First off mate, thanks for reading. I hope u liked the rest of it. The thing about the girls spoke on behalf of the girls only; it was my mistake that I gave you that idea. I will change it. Oh and the strange comparison is becuase I’m a big fan of Chuck Palahniuk and his style of writing is an influence on mine.
wow! amazing blog (yeah, i just stumbled upon it from yahoo answers. u answered my survey, so i figured i should comment)
and ur right. ive never heard of Uae.
but i guarantee u havnt heard of where i live either.
come to think of it, even people near it havnt heard of my town. its kinda tiny.
yep, thats pretty much me really… small, country town girl from Australia.
i shall be back! (if i remember)
i have a blog. but i forgot the address.
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