Whoops…There Goes My Very Limited Sleep Time

Creepypastas, are creepy as hell. If I was one to use swear words, I would’ve used a bunch in that first sentence.

But seriously, I’d first learned about creepypastas surfing Youtube, and yesterday, when I watched a video about them. Will, let’s just say I literally had to sleep with the lights on.

When you’re an easily scared person, like myself, you shouldn’t read about weird pedophiles dressed as bears and haunted video games.

And while I knew that these stories are 99.9% fake, I couldn’t help but imagine The Rake sneaking on me from the dark.

I knew while geeking all over those stories that I would probably not go to sleep that night, but I couldn’t help my obsessive personality and I researched the Google outta these stories, which turned out to be mostly fake. But I still had the fear of it being real for no reason.

A strange place, the human mind.

I didn’t include any links so that the weak-hearted of you are not tempted by the titles.

Thank you for reading, and my the odds be ever in your favor.


Taste My Shit…Pie. (A Post Guaranteed To Make You Feel Better About Your Life. Unless You Live In A Cardboard Box, Not Sure What Would, Actually.)

I have been out of it for the last month or so. By it I mean life. And I have been out of blogging for quite a long time, it seems.

When your anxieties come back to bite you in the rear end after months of freedom, will, it sucksbad.

But when you anxieties come to bite you and you fall in a state of unwillingness to get out of bed, or to go to sleep, or to do anything, productive—or unproductive, for that matter—it sucks, like, big time.

School’s just around the corner, and frankly, the mere thought of having to spend a period of time close to ten months around a number of devolved, sloppy, smelly and idiotically uneducated—the blame falls on the educational system, but also on the stupid students—teenagers, is just…so…disturbing.

I don’t even think I’m going to make it through the semester. Especially with my lack of sleep, and all those extra classes.

Plus, Egypt’s going through one hell of a ride…that only goes down. Only adding to my emotional Shitpie. (Yes, I’m reading The Fault in Our Stars for the third time. Also adding my pie.)

So overall, I’m most probably—Worst Case Scenario—going to have a mental breakdown accompanied by an out-of-place panic attack in the middle of second period. Or—Best Case Scenario—going to have the same things, only at home. And then shut everybody out for a week or so.

Please, if you have any means of uplifting my screwed up emotions, share. *Whispers to himself: Please let it be Harry Potter and Kittens..*


Wishes For The Kinder Hearts

Remember those lovely genies who grant wishes? Well, you’re one and you’ve just been emancipated from your restrictive lamp. You can give your three wishes to whomever you want. Who do you give your three wishes to, and why?

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Regardless of the fact that I’d be green, being a genie would be pretty badass. I’d have the ability of flight. I’d be able to have supernatural strength and much more. But I don’t think living in a tiny container for years would be that enjoyable.

If I were to be released from my lamp, I’d probably save my wishes for someone who needs it.

I won’t go giving a million dollars to my sister. And I won’t make my best friend the world’s top Olympic swimmer. No, I’d probably go around looking for someone who wants to eliminate disease. Or someone who wants to give every single oppressed person his/her freedom or dignity back.

I wouldn’t simply give it to someone, I’d seek someone who’s pure of  heart, someone who could perceive the value of the three mutters of I want.

Although I know there’s no one who’s pure. But someone who can think of other people, besides her/himself. Is pure enough for me. Someone who’s stories usually end with someone else. Who knows, maybe if s/he is pure-ish, they’d be in for a treat.

Fires Burn Out

As hope’s light dies out slowly but steadily, I begin to think; is it worth the time, the pain, the blood? All those lives lost. Children, teens, elderly. And the reward. Nothing.

Today, unlike any other, I’ve come to deliver words of despair.

Life in my home country is not going to be the same ever again. But the change is not going to be for the better.

It all goes downhill from where Egypt stands, and the unjust murders, arrest and abuses are not going to stop.

It’s not our fault to give up. I for one, Egypt hasn’t given me anything so I would owe it.

It sadness me. And if there’s a bright future for Egypt,, it’s not going to be anytime soon.

Pray for me. And may the odds be ever in our favor.

The Cat, Elena and The Towel

Today, you can write about whatever you what — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.

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Warning: To all readers, don’t judge this post upon its accuracy or sense-making; for the 1st thing to come to my mind when reading the word ‘Trio’ was Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

It was a hot summer day in the land of Weirdogrounds. Victoria Kit, the black Egyptian Mau cat, was perched on the dewy grass of the Green Hills. She never liked the Summer. Nor did she the sun. But as hard as it was to escape the grip of her loving owner, she managed to take refuge on the—for what ever reason—always cool Green Hills.

Suddenly, a beautiful but sad melody sounded from somewhere not far away:

Oh, the sadness on these hills
Oh, the precious tears
Growing colder by the day
Growing older, and heat fades away
To be punished for no bad deed
To be exiled for being me
Was it my fault? To be made in a none-preservative pot
They left me here, because I wasn’t hot
The humans walked away from me
And now they left me be
I cry my tears
Is it all my fault?
That I want them to eat me

Victoria, annoyed by the sound, walked about the hills looking for its source. And then, a flash of light ran across the grass at Victoria front paws. Unconsciously, she jumped the light, and although she knew it wasn’t physically touchable, she couldn’t resist the urge to catch it. And after a few minutes of jumping, chasing and excited tail wiggling, Victoria hit something with her paw.

Hey, what the sun you cat?”

Victoria looked at the talker questioningly. What the what? She thought.

“You could have spilled me!”

Victoria came close to the talker, and she realized who it was. Well, more precisely, what it was.

It was, The Bawling Bowl.

Victoria toke a few steps away. She wouldn’t want to get mixed with these kind of creepy crawlers.

“You’re a black, orphan and infertile cat. So don’t you even think about looking down at me.” Bawling Bowl said. “I’m Elena, also known as The Bawling Bowl. But you can call me BB.”

Victoria looked at her as if she was a mental defective.

“Yeah, right. You’re a cat, you can’t talk.” BB said. “Sorry.”

Victoria walked to BB, and and patted her mouth with her paw. And shook her head.

“No, I’ll sing Kit. I’ll sing as much as I want. I was left here, to die.”

Victoria smacked the top of her own head with her paw. Elena (Bawling Bowl) was not left to die, she was simply a part of a picnic meal, and she went cold because it’s always cold at Green Hills. So her owners just didn’t eat her, and forgot her, which was shitty. But what can you do. (Most certainly not spend the rest of your life lamenting what could have been.)

“We need a towel. There’s a drop of me on the side of me.”

With Victoria’s piercing vision, she spotted a towel, a beach towel, on the beach. She nodded towards the beach behind the hills.


She licked her and ran towards the beach. BB followed.

And they started the quest to find the beach towel.

A Legacy, That Never Ends

Today—it’s yesterday now—Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone was first published. A little fantasy on a train ride. To think that, that fantasy, would shape generations of children, and generations still to come. Would have been pure madness. But here we are, and I am sitting here, writing about that book my sister got as her 9th birthday present.

Harry Potter made me see things a lot differently. And until now, I try to remember to turn on the light. The word “Always” bears so many meanings to me. It has changed me.

Harry Potter was one of the things that first touched me. And I can say this book taught me a lot of things, it made see things better. It made me accept so many things I wouldn’t even come to understand.

Some people would say that being devastated over the death of an Owl is ridiculous. Or crying over a fictional creature. But, I have to say, I did grow with Harry James Potter, and all those characters. If not for as long as many people. But I did.

Everyone of us has magic in them. But you just have to let it go.

Surreal, beautiful, old, dramatic, inspiring, consuming. All are words to describe it. And to be honest, I can go on till morning light.

All those deaths, in real life and in fiction. All those tears shed. They did not go in vain.

And I always remember, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome me home.

Just My Luck!

Today’s Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year (in the Northern Hemisphere). How are you taking advantage of the extra hours of light this time of year? Do you like it, or do you already miss earlier sunsets?

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According to Wikipedia, Egypt is actually part of the Northern Hemisphere. Which is something I had never known until today. Geography is one of the things I simply couldn’t—physically or mentally for the matter—care about less.

The longest day of the year, is a summer day. A hot, sweaty, sunny, boring summer day. I hate summer, I hate every thing about it, the sun, the heat, the pests. Everything.
So, honestly, I couldn’t care less about the length of this day.

An Insomniac’s Decleration

Recently, I’ve not been active at all. I’ve missed Blogging U assignments, I stopped writing the daily prompts, and I’m not even working on my novel in this wasted time.

This probably due to the nervous stress I’m going through; sleeping is now one of my ex-best friends, he comes by at about 5 am. and leaves at 1 pm. And although this is eight hours of sleep, they’re not comfortable and I’m pretty sure they’re not counted as sleep.

But, yesterday and today I’ve woken up early and I’m trying to fix my sleep cycle.

Pray for me.

And may the odds be ever in your favor.

Utter Failure Wouldn’t Be An Exaggeration

Day Of Silence, supposedly a day where I shut up, and just not speak for the whole day. I tried. I failed.

Although the whole idea was unintentionally assassinated by my family, who started pulling me in conversation every 5 minutes. I decided I’ll have to shut up. But again, I failed; I kept on forgetting and talking to my sister.

I hate the fact that I couldn’t’ conquer  my talkative nature.

But this definitely won’t be my only attempt, I’ll try and do that sometime soon.

Till next time.

And may the odds be ever in your favor.

Not Your Occasional Teacher. Unless You Occasional Teacher’s The Most Famous Invader In History

You can choose any person from history to teach you any topic you want. Who’s your teacher, and what do they teach you?

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There are so many answers to this prompt, I’d love to see many notable people in history, and I sure as hell would want to learn tons of things from them.

But, right now, I think, I’d want to meet Genghis Khan. You know, that guy who they portrayed in movies—at least in my  country—wearing a tiny metal helmet, with a huge body. Yeah will he was Asian. He was tiny, only he wore huge armors lined with fur and whatnot, so he only appeared huge.

Just for the record, he was born Temujin, not Genghis Khan.

I’ve been studying a book called (DISCLAIMER:This is not an official translation.)The Struggle Of The Egyptian People. Which pretty much talks about all the wars and invasions Egypt has been through, and due to the destructive Egyptian educational system, the Mongol invasion in Egypt has been a little—more than a little, a lot—exaggerated; it seemed to me that we ended the rule of the Mongol Empire. But no, we were only saved because some Mongol guy died, apparently.

But, in studying this, I came to…not like, just, I just felt their Halo. So, dark blue, old, and mighty.

I’d want to meet Temujin, and ask him, as the ruler of the largest contiguous land empire in history, what did he feel, how did he get the nerve to actually rule all those people? What made him what he became? And why did whatever made him Genghis Khan make him think of ruling the world?

Not in anyway is he a good person, and not in anyway does he deserve mercy. But you’ve got to give it to him, he did what almost no one could do, in his 60 years of life.

There are so many dimensions in each of our lives, and history can only capture so much. And although I won’t be learning anything from him directly, I think I’ll filter one or two lessons out of his life.

God, I’m weird.