I Keep thinking about stuff. Things that doesn't matter and has no effect on me what so ever but I cannot help but think about it and wonder. Why!!!! One of which, and I know this is totally lame and might sound not good but, hey this is my blog, Emo's, Ive had many discussions with some friends who are not emos cause I have none who are, about the point of it, what is an Emo? I thought it was some kind of animal but i was told it was a group of people who live in sadness and pain.
It is funny when you come across someone who thinks that some other race is less important that him/her self. What defines a person better than the other? Skin colour? Belief? Money? Education? Nationality? If a white person works, a black person works, a brown person works and red person works, as their boss would u side by your race? or treat them equally? who works harder get the candy? or it doesn't matter the other 3 wont get a head as long as there is one of your race is there? Let me simplify it a bit more with an example on my self. I was to supervise 4 men/women 1 is Caucasian 1 is from Africa 1 from Kuwait and 1 from China. should I stand by the Kuwaiti just because we are fellow Kuwaitis?
Ive been here in England for the past 2 years. The amount of religious people knocking on my door wanting to Convert me to what ever they believe is too many to count. It is funny how people instead of perfecting them selves bother them selves and other with this nonsense. But I enjoy it:P cause I like to see their reaction when I open the door and they notice that I have a beard and dark skinned with middle Eastern features :D It is sometimes too funny I mean, one time 2 Mormons 1 black and the other was Asian (China or so) knocked on my door It was early in the day so I just woke up :P with a deep voice I opened the door and said Yes? their facial expression changed from this to this but hats off to them they still did not give up they told me who they are and whats their mission.
Since 1991 when I went with my family to U.A.E after liberation of Kuwait. I was about 14yrs. My family bought me a small cassette player. I was in that phase of life when I followed the fashion which was really funny and whenever I remember i laugh and turn red from embarrassment. Anyways that is not the point. The point is when I received that cassette player I needed cassettes to listen to (duh!!) so I bought from a shop called Soul2Soul in Salmiyah in Kuwait (it is closed now as far as I know).