People have told me that I'm funny. What do you mean I'm funny? Like the way I talk? What? Funny how? What's funny about me? Let me understand this cause you know maybe it's me, I'm a little fucked up maybe, but I'm funny how, I mean funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to fucking amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny? How do I know? You said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny, what the fuck is so funny about me? Tell me, tell me what's funny.
Not so funny now eh?
I'm done.
Afan.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
I don't do empty blogs.
*Describes day*
*Upload some pictures*
*Throw in a couple of smileys in it*
*More pictures*
Done.
*le sigh*
I'm done.
Afan.
*Upload some pictures*
*Throw in a couple of smileys in it*
*More pictures*
Done.
*le sigh*
I'm done.
Afan.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Being a narcissist is hard.
Every single even minor and usually unnoticeable things can irk and make me cringe. To fake smiles all the time, to laugh, to look down on, to humiliate, to mock and to scoff at others takes a lot of work.
There are two possible solutions. Everyone, be at the same level as me, be better, be... perfect. Wait. I'm just going to smack my forehead now. Scratch that idea. That's actually impossible. Not the be perfect part if you know what I'm talking about.
Anyways, the other possibility is me, stop being a narcissist and get rid of the 'holier-than-thou' attitude and stoop down to everyone's level.
There should be a long pause here where I think about it.
Done thinking about it. That was the single most hilarious and absurd thing I've ever thought of in my whole entire life which resulted in me smirking. Me? Being like others? Heh.
Ergo, you others shall appreciate me for all the hard work I am doing and not only view me as jerk. Geez. Some people are just so insensitive.
I'm done.
Afan.
There are two possible solutions. Everyone, be at the same level as me, be better, be... perfect. Wait. I'm just going to smack my forehead now. Scratch that idea. That's actually impossible. Not the be perfect part if you know what I'm talking about.
Anyways, the other possibility is me, stop being a narcissist and get rid of the 'holier-than-thou' attitude and stoop down to everyone's level.
There should be a long pause here where I think about it.
Done thinking about it. That was the single most hilarious and absurd thing I've ever thought of in my whole entire life which resulted in me smirking. Me? Being like others? Heh.
Ergo, you others shall appreciate me for all the hard work I am doing and not only view me as jerk. Geez. Some people are just so insensitive.
I'm done.
Afan.
This is just a space waster.
It's 2.42 in the morning. Just watched Leon The Professional and The Boondock Saints. Highly recommend both. The Professional was sweet and all but Saints was what got me thinking. If I have the power to be the judge, jury, and executor, would I want to? Hell freaking yeah. Now, I think I should be given the power to do so. The human population will dramatically drop though. That's a good and a bad thing at the same time.
And just like that, I'm sleepy. Just when I was about to post something awesome. Later.
I'm done.
Afan.
And just like that, I'm sleepy. Just when I was about to post something awesome. Later.
I'm done.
Afan.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
I lie. A lot.
Why do people lie? Lying is fun. Lying is easy. Lying saves you. There are two kinds of lie. The good lie and the bad lie. I always tell a good lie. For me. For others. Everybody has surely lied. More than once. I have been lied to and I have damn surely lied. But now I'm awesome and I can tell if somebody's lying or not.
People lie for many reasons. Really, it can be summed up in two general categories: self preservation and position enhancement. In the former, you lie to avoid negative consequences; in the latter, you lie to gain positive consequences. Why do we lie for these things instead of using other methods? Easy: it works.
I lie to my parents. To my friends. To strangers. My life is full with lies. Simply because I want people to believe me. After all, the best part of believe is the lie. Some people wont lie though. That's just stupid. If you know you're in trouble and lying is the only way to make everything better. Then just lie. Lying is not actually wrong. Scenario 1: My friend spreads a rumour about another friend's something something. I lie and say he didn't. Friend still friends with friend and me. Friend and I think other friend is dumb. Now here comes the twist. Other friend deserved it. Scenario 2: You come home late. You say you had important stuff to do. Your parents aren't worried or mad or sad. You wont get punishment. Win and win. Case over. Unless you're dumb that is. In which you prefer punishment. Scenario 3: A killer has been sent to kill you. The killer finds you and ready to kill you. You say to the killer that you're not the person that the killer is looking for and proceed to give a random address. Random guy/girl gets killed. You, safe. Unless the killer is just bloody cruel and still kills you. That would suck. But the probability of being safe was still there right? Right.
To be a good liar though. You have to be smart. You have to be quick and you have to stay calm and have fun while you're at it. For example, your girlfriend (who is in fact cheating on you by the way) thinks that you're cheating on her (which is true). You lie and just deny the fact about it. In this case everyone would be happy with you and her both having an affair while still having a partner. No situation is better than that.
Now how can you tell if somebody is lying? I wont tell you. Or was I just lying and I'm not sure myself? Maybe. Maybe not. Lovely isn't it?
Yeah. I lie. A lot. Maybe even right now. Maybe everything I was saying were lies. Yes I am lying. Or am I? Again, lovely, beautiful. Makes me feel so damn good.
I'm done.
Afan.
People lie for many reasons. Really, it can be summed up in two general categories: self preservation and position enhancement. In the former, you lie to avoid negative consequences; in the latter, you lie to gain positive consequences. Why do we lie for these things instead of using other methods? Easy: it works.
I lie to my parents. To my friends. To strangers. My life is full with lies. Simply because I want people to believe me. After all, the best part of believe is the lie. Some people wont lie though. That's just stupid. If you know you're in trouble and lying is the only way to make everything better. Then just lie. Lying is not actually wrong. Scenario 1: My friend spreads a rumour about another friend's something something. I lie and say he didn't. Friend still friends with friend and me. Friend and I think other friend is dumb. Now here comes the twist. Other friend deserved it. Scenario 2: You come home late. You say you had important stuff to do. Your parents aren't worried or mad or sad. You wont get punishment. Win and win. Case over. Unless you're dumb that is. In which you prefer punishment. Scenario 3: A killer has been sent to kill you. The killer finds you and ready to kill you. You say to the killer that you're not the person that the killer is looking for and proceed to give a random address. Random guy/girl gets killed. You, safe. Unless the killer is just bloody cruel and still kills you. That would suck. But the probability of being safe was still there right? Right.
To be a good liar though. You have to be smart. You have to be quick and you have to stay calm and have fun while you're at it. For example, your girlfriend (who is in fact cheating on you by the way) thinks that you're cheating on her (which is true). You lie and just deny the fact about it. In this case everyone would be happy with you and her both having an affair while still having a partner. No situation is better than that.
Now how can you tell if somebody is lying? I wont tell you. Or was I just lying and I'm not sure myself? Maybe. Maybe not. Lovely isn't it?
Yeah. I lie. A lot. Maybe even right now. Maybe everything I was saying were lies. Yes I am lying. Or am I? Again, lovely, beautiful. Makes me feel so damn good.
I'm done.
Afan.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Who
Usually when someone is asked the question "Who are you?", they will tell you your name. Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what they were asked was actually what kind of person they are. Not many can answer this. Simply because they don't know what kind of person they are. Thus, making the question of "Who?" void and irrelevant to a certain extent.
Who am I then? I'm a heartless vainglorious narcissistic selfish arrogant pompous 17 year old male jerk that goes by the name of Ahmad Al-Arfan but you may in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet call me Afan.
There you have it. That is why I don't like to get to know many people. They don't answer correctly. =/
Auspicious and providentially for me though, I have the sui generis ability to expose who or more specifically what kind of person a particular person is. It's not actually that hard. Even only a mere glance would suffice. The old saying goes "Never judge a book by its cover." Actually, you should. A good book wouldn't have a crappy cover. A good cover usually means a good book.
Very rarely there would be an absolute fake. This case can't be helped unless you're me.
Over the years I've found out that I can describe almost 98% of the world's population with only 2 words. Try asking me who a certain he or she is. The reply would be "An idiot."
I'm done.
Afan.
Who am I then? I'm a heartless vainglorious narcissistic selfish arrogant pompous 17 year old male jerk that goes by the name of Ahmad Al-Arfan but you may in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet call me Afan.
There you have it. That is why I don't like to get to know many people. They don't answer correctly. =/
Auspicious and providentially for me though, I have the sui generis ability to expose who or more specifically what kind of person a particular person is. It's not actually that hard. Even only a mere glance would suffice. The old saying goes "Never judge a book by its cover." Actually, you should. A good book wouldn't have a crappy cover. A good cover usually means a good book.
Very rarely there would be an absolute fake. This case can't be helped unless you're me.
Over the years I've found out that I can describe almost 98% of the world's population with only 2 words. Try asking me who a certain he or she is. The reply would be "An idiot."
I'm done.
Afan.
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