i often wondered... do i have to breathe?life isnt fair sometimes, and to some people it isnt fair most of the time.you see, people have work issue's, they have family issue's, personality issue's, mental problems, fears, phobia's and a long long list of cracks in their lives, if those things happened to bad people i would say 'fuck 'em", but when it happens to good people i have to ask myself why?!
i never thought of myself as a saint, but for the past few days, i never done something to hurt any one, i didn't lie - WHICH WAS A HUGE THING FOR ME -, i didn't play mental games, even though i am very good at them, i didn't cheat in my exams - even though i had very desperate moments! -, i didn't do any thing that could be understood as a bad behaviour, so i was pretty damn close to being a saint!surprisingly all i got was ... well i am sorry and excuse my french, a supreme bowl of prime horse shit with a sprinkle of parasites and a hint of an african maggets!
i worked my ass off, i kept my room clean, i was nice to the security gurds even though all they wanted was to play me and get some cash from me because obviously since my hair is clean and my clothes are ironed, i must have millions of kuwaiti dinars which may i say and be very honest in that, i have a shit load of loans on my not so pretty at the moment head, i was very kind to my colligues, i helped them with their studies and was a very good assistant with what ever they needed, i was a free therapist for my horned up, fitness freaked, loud, annoying, condecinding, back stabing group, meaning my friends in egypt who may i politly add, have a body of mixed flab and tone, meaning even though they spend 2 hours daily in the gym, all they have is a bicep, and no sex back or other packs or what ever!
i was very and i mean VERY good listener to their girlfriends, boyfriends, parents and even far and distant relatives, i was a maid, yes you've read it, a maid! i kept their shit together, i was a helper for the needy, a protector of the freakin' innocent, who may i add were back stabing dick sucking, cum drinking, ball licking, back talking, gossiping, stealing, plastic, stereo-typed, low, vulgar, shitty sluts!
you know, i was, no i "is" a good person!you know what i mean, i mean i am a good person, i am angry, yes i am very angry, i am so angry that fire is flamming of my nose!i am so angry that i am wearing my i am angry shirt, i am wearing my i am angry briefs and i am wearing my i am so god damn angry bra!oh wait i got carried away, i dont have the last too, but damn it i am angry!
i am so angry that if i had a mode ring or a mode moll, it would be PITCH black, no Na-ah! make it BITCH black!
i know, S. why are you turning your Bitch on, well, after all the good that i did, and after becoming mother teresa her frikin' self!my laptop got stolen!oh yes, my laptop got stolen!how you ask?well i was in my dorm room, my bitch of a friend called me and asked for the notes for the organic chemistry exam, she had four frikin' fuckin' days to get them, but no-ho! she had to wait a day before the exam to ask me to give her a copy, so i get all glammed up, wear my favorite t-shirt, pick some shorts, and my favorite shoes, with my ipod in my ears singing janet jackson's So Excited [Remix With fatman scoop and fabulous], and locked my room.yes i locked it, even after the therapy ocd sessions, i still have to lock things before i go and check three times before i leave, i locked it and i checked, once ... twice... and damn it trice!the door was locked, left for 25 minutes, came back...i unlock the door, wierd it was locked once, i am sure i double locked it, i never left a door with a one lock, i have to double lock it, ask every one, my mom, previous lovers and fuck buddies, well... no fuck buddies, i have none, but .... ask my first girfriend, she was so annoyed of it that once she made me leave my house without locking my door, in the middle of the way to ahmedi, a very far area in kuwait i came back to lock the door, i just took a u-turn, drove a 100 kilo's, and locked the god damn door, I DOUBLE LOCK PEOPLE!and i found it with a single lock?how could this be?now o.k long story short, i walk in and dont find my laptop!i searched the room, turned it upside down, i didnt find it...i freaked called sicurity, called the head masters, my friends, they helped me look, and didnt find it.how could i get robbed with my door locked?and when i asked for the complex to be locked and searched, do said no!the head masters said no, sucurity kept luaghing, people jocked around, saying rich kid lost a toy that he could buy 7 of!i am not rich, and damn it why didnt they help me?they kept on saying we need the college administration to give us authority to search rooms, and i needed to wait a two days period!two days? no he "DID ENT!" 2 whole days?when he said that i knew my laptop will never be on my lap again!
how could this happen?why did this happen?why did no one help me?why didn't they lock the complex, search the rooms or even try to help just for a small period of time?!
how could i get robbed with my door locked with no breaking signs?how?you know... i've been good for a long period of time, i've been honest when i didnt need to be, i helped, and i lended a hand!still i was served with that shit bowl!i know, maybe god is testing me, and i trust god to be just, but i am tired so damn tired!why did this happen?!uhhh! if only someone would explain this to me! i would rest aside and focus on something else!damn it i hate egypt!i want to go back to kuwait!
