Too Funny to Pass Up

So, the other day I was talking to my friend and this is how it basically went down:-

I said:

I’m over thinking on how I over think by over thinking which results to over thinking twice as much. Do you think I’m over thinking this?

So he said:

That’s a lot of over thinking…:P

So I said:

DANG! i knew it!

So he said:

Yet over thinking how over thinking could lead to over thinking over thinking will inevitably fee back into one thing: over thinking

So I said:

Damn why didn’t I think of that! I don’t think I over think enough!

Anyways, the point is that I over think things…

Something I Drew #1

So this is Handala and if you don't know who he is, here's a small introduction written by Naji Al-Ali, the drawer of Handala:

"The child Handala is my signature, everyone asks me about him wherever I go. I gave birth to this child in the Gulf and I presented him to the people. 

His name is Handala and he has promised the people that he will remain true to himself. I drew him as a child who is not beautiful; his hair is like the hair of a hedgehog who uses his thorns as a weapon. 

Handala is not a fat, happy, relaxed, or pampered child, he is barefooted like the refugee camp children, and he is an ‘icon’ that protects me from making mistakes. Even though he is rough, he smells of Amber. His hands are clasped behind his back as a sign of rejection at a time when solutions are presented to us the American way. 

Handala was born ten years old, and he will always be ten years old. 

At that age I left my homeland, and when he returns, Handala will still be ten, and then he will start growing up. The laws of nature do not apply to him. He is unique. 

Things will become normal again when the homeland returns. I presented him to the poor and named him Handala as a symbol of bitterness. 

At first he was a Palestinian child, but his consciousness developed to have a national and then a global and human horizon. He is a simple yet tough child, and this is why people adopted him and felt that he represents their consciousness."

This is the original photo:

And this is the one I drew (It looks nicer in real life, I promise)

This was drawn for Ranya. I love you little sis <3

Inspiring Things #1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7ZXnWVv3xo





What do you do when life gives you a hard time?

Define A Hypocrite

I had a weird thought the other day. I was thinking about the definition of a hypocrite. Wikipedia defines Hypocrisy as "the act of persistently pretending to hold beliefs, opinions, virtues, feelings, qualities, or standards that one does not actually hold. "


But what if you held these beliefs and changed your mind?


I mean isn't one entitled to change his mind?


But what if one changes his mind quickly?


Does that make make one a hypocrite?


Does one have to persist an opinion his entire life just so he is not a hypocrite?


Confusing.

I Am Not A Zombie

Hey World!

I’ve made a very important decision.

A decision that is going to affect every aspect of my life.

A decision that will alter the path of my destiny.

A decision I might fiercely regret later on.

A life or death decision.

I have decided not to become a zombie. In other words, I have decided to obtain a brain.

I’ve come to a point of my life where I’ve decided that hey, I am going to make MY OWN MSTAKES.

I am going to live. I am going to have opinions. I am going to think for myself. I am going to let me thoughts be known. I am going to stop existing, and start living.

None of that means I’ll be doing the right THING, but at least I’m doing SOMETHING, and that is EVERYTHING.

When Sarcasm Gets Out of Hand

Hello World!   

Okay, I want to talk to you about something that has been on my mind for a few days now: sarcasm. Some of my friends and I literally speak the language of sarcasm! And boy, is it a lovely language! 

I’ve cracked up the reasons why I might love sarcasm into a few mentionable ones: 

1.             To hide bitterness

2.            To make shitty things appear less shitty

3.            Denial issues

4.            It’s fun!

5.            It’s an attempt at being ‘optimistic’

6.            It’s a more subtle insult, yet more hurtful one

7.            A pathetic attempt to get attention?

8.            Not being able to handle the reality of the situation

9.            Just because (This is a perfectly logical reason, if you must know)

  

The thing is: some of my peeps can easily distinguish when I’m being serious and when I’m being sarcastic while others are still…meh. Let’s just say that they are still coming to terms with it. 

Take for example: My friend Nisreen and I were at this theme park volunteering, and the whole trip was badly planned and unorganized (to be bluntly honest). Nisreen loves being sarcastic almost as much as I do. So, to console ourselves, or better yet: to amuse ourselves we resorted to our little ‘ol friend sarcasm! We made sarcastic jokes and snide comments about everything within our periphery, and everything our imagination could possibly conjure up. 

Yes, we were that bad. 

And yes, we were that pissed. 

Anyho, on a different note, I was talking to my friend the other day. He posted a link on my FB page as a joke, so I replied sarcasticly that I’ll get his paranoia meds tomorrow. That among other jokes. 

I’ll admit that maybe I took it a tad to far…. 

To cut the story short, after that he seriously thought I was mad at him (AS IF, JUST THE THOUGHT MAKES ME LAUGH SOME BODY PART OFF), and he went into apologizing repeatedly. 

And now I think he won’t ever talk to me again. I think I lost a friend   

So, the conclusion = 

- People can’t distinguish when I’m being serious or when I’m being sarcastic which alone can lead to unthinkable catastrophes. 

- Someone gets hurt in the process and guess where the blame goes? (That would be me) 

So I’m thinking that sarcasm isn’t so cool after all….. 

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NAAAAAH! Who am I kidding? Sarcasm is in my blood, it’s my damn oxygen!! 

I didn’t intend for this post to be this long, but what can I say? Sarcasm and I share a passionate bond. 

- S 

A Baby Seed

Hello World!

A few words to begin this blog:-

-  My name is Sara. Without an 'h.'

- I may not be the best at it, but I love writing and expressing myself. That’s why I’ve decided to start this blog. Well, that and the fact that I need to stop reading fanfiction, and watching YouTube videos 24/7!!! Hehe, blogging seemed to be a better investment of time.          

-  I’m not sure as to what exactly my posts are going to be about, but expect rants, ponderous events, food for thought, maybe some of my school essays, and quotes.

- Some will be short and concise, others will be long.

- Some will be deadpanned serious, others will be humorous and amusing.

- Many in which you’d wonder if the same person is writing.

-  As  I’ve mentioned, I am by no means a professional writer so if you happen to stumble upon grammar/spelling mistakes please tolerate them

Feel free to comment! Or actually feel obligated to comment! Like, right know!

- S