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Want to listen to hip hop from unknown or foreign artists, I suggest you click here. My friend just recently started to write for this blog. Give it a look.

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My review of: The Dark Knight Rises *SPOILER ALERT*

It was pretty good. My favorite part was when Batman punched people who were bad.

Always remember

There is a difference between starving yourself and fasting.

A story

There was once was a cat named Billy. He was a very curious and brave cat. One day he was strolling along a lake. He suddenly spotted a fly that was hovering over it. Billy really wanted to catch the fly. The problem was that the fly was six inches about the water and about 5 feet away from the edge of the lake. Billy perched himself on the edge of the water. His plan was to jump and catch the fly with his mouth. He hadn't thought about what might happen after that, or what would happen if he failed for he had much courage. After much deliberation, he leaped for the fly. Just as it was almost in the grasp of his mouth, the fly flew out of reach. Billy landed in the water and felt embarrassed for failing. Moral of the story: if the fly drops six inches, the pussy will get wet.

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I received

A letter that informed me that I am summoned for jury duty on August 14th. Should I go? I think this is the first time I've gotten a summons. I might have had it in the past and not showed up. A part of me wants to fulfill my duty as an American citizen, while another part of me is being lazy and telling me not to show up. What should I do? Leave a comment.

Shoutout to

The Oipagalpari Blog for selecting me to receive the Liebster Blog award. You can read her blog by clicking here I'm not sure how this exactly works, but I'm supposed to tell 11 facts about myself and answer 11 questions that were posed to me. Here we go. 11 facts about myself
1. The only musical instrument I have ever played is the tabla. I actually posted a clip of me playing it on here a while go, but I don't play regularly. 2. I sometimes sleep upside down so when I wake up I get surprised. It helps me start the day off with some adrenaline. 3. I have kept facial hair as long as I can remember. This is because if I don't I look like a child. 4. I read the 1997 Guinness Book of World Records. 5. I was so tired one morning I left the house with a sock hanging out the end of my jeans. 6. I used to peel the foil off of gum wrappers out of boredom. 7. My friend's pet mouse once got loose. I tried to help my flipping over the sofa to see if it was there. I crushed it. 8. My grooming products mainly are from Irish Spring. 9. I bump my funny bone into something at least once a month. One of those times was today. 10. I get dehydrated and migraines quite often, but I'm a soldier. So it's all good. 11. I sing a lot even though I don't have a good voice. I sing in the shower, in my room, in public, and during pretty much any activity. Mostly Desi songs. 11 questions 1. Do you believe in making your own destiny or being taken on it's decided path? You HAVE to make your own destiny. The second you think you're on a decided path is the second you give on on free will, choice, and expression, and when you do that, you're pretty much dead. 2. What are you most proud of? I'm proud of the fact that I've stayed true to my own thoughts and morals. 3. What is your favourite flavour? Hmm. Tie between strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, coffee, cheery, sour apple, apple, banana. Yea, I don't have one. 5. Velcro, Zipper or Snap button? Definitely zipper. The sound of a zipper going up and down in magical. *insert perverted joke* 6. What is your life's motto? You can't control people's actions but you can control your reactions. 7. Is the carrot half eaten or half left? Half eaten. 9. What was your favourite subject in Junior School? History, because it was the easiest. Just memorization. 10. Have you ever broken a bone in your body? (If yes, where?) Never broken a bone. Had sprains though. I'm not very adventurous. 11. Girls: After the age of 14, have you ever worn running shoes with a skirt? Boys: After the age 14, have you ever worn a cap with a checkered shirt? I probably have. I used to own some weird Old Navy shirts that were checkered, along with various hats that I got for free. Sorry about the format. I'd change it but I'm too lazy, and you probably already noticed in the questions part numbers 4 and 8 are missing. I copied and pasted. It's ok. It happens. Thanks once again to RehyaBond for the award.

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I usually

Don't entertain when telemarketers when they call my cell, which is a rare occasion, but I decided to do something different today. A Filipino man called from a 402 area code number, which I later found out was located in Nebraska, and said I had become a semi-finalist in a contest from a company called DirectBuy. When he asked me for my name I said it was David Cawk. When I was asked if I had a wife, I answered that I did and her name was Abigail, same last name as me. He then proceeded to inquire about my fake wife's and I combined income before taxes. I replied by saying "$785,000 a year!" I added an exclamation point to emphasis that I was enthusiastic because I had readily reminded myself that I was telling this stranger a lie about being married and making that much money. While he gave me the rundown about all the prizes I could win, which included a trip to "Lahs Begas" and up to "pipty dousand dohlars in caysh", I kept on saying things like "OH WOW! IT MUST BE MY LUCKY DAY! OH, YOU DON'T SAY?!" He continuously said that it was my lucky day and marched on with his sales pitch. The gentleman then told me to write down important information as how to actually win the contest. He told me to get a pen and paper. I said I had it already, which I didn't. Then he gave me an address and telephone number that I pretended to write down. He now thought he truly had found a scam victim, so he said I should talk to his manager. His manager then said "How do you pronounce your name?" I replied with "David......CAWK!" "Sir, so is pronounced Cock?" "No no no, it is pronounced as Caaaawk!" He then went on and repeated everything the previous gentleman had said. Like how I could win a trip to anywhere in the U.S., how I could win a cruise, or win a boatload of money. See what I did there? 1000 points if you did. I continued with my "Oh wow!" and "IT MUST BE MY LUCKY DAY!" He said that it indeed it was my lucky day because I had been randomly selected. Then things got interesting. He told me to write down a code. Once again I pretended I was writing it down, but then he asked me to repeat the first 3 letters of the code. I blanked. He repeated the letters which were MDI, well at least I think that's what they were, because he said "eM as in Mayree, Dee as in Daktor, and I as in Eeegloo. I replied with "M as in Alaska, D as in Igloo, and I as in Idaho." He said that I was mistaken and repeated the code once more. I replied with "I as in Idaho, N as in Neo, the guy from the Matrix, and F as in Florida, the place I want to go to if I win the contest." He repeated the letters numerous more times, then said the code had a total of 7 letters. Oh boy. This is going to be a hoot. He gave me the next 2 letters to take it easy on me, I guess. "Sir the next lehters are Ter and aRe. Please repeat these lehters to me sir." "I as in Idaho, A as in Alaska" is what I said. He repeated these letters again. "Uhhhh R as in clown, C as in America. Now he knew something was up. For the duration of this conversation I had a smile from ear to ear. Just thought you should know. The dream of trying to get something like my bank account details were slowly vaninshing "Sir, ip you are baysting my tyme then let me kno nao sir." This was the time to let this guy know that I was messing with him. I told him that it was him who actually was wasting my time by calling me. He said that he wasn't and that I had genuinely been entered a contest and became a semi-finalist. "Listen homie, I know wasup. You're calling from the Philippines but are using an American telephone number. This way I'll think you're legit, but it's not going to work. You are frauds and scam artists. I will not allow you to insult my intelligence with your bullshit." "Sir, we are not scum artists or prauds." I started to burst into laughter. This entire situation was beyond ridiculous. I have to give it to him though, that's what she said, he stuck to his guns even after I had let him know I knew that things were not on the up and up. "How many people actually believe they're very close to winning a contest? Must be quite a few if you're still doing this, and I hear a bunch of phones and people in the background. Must mean you're quite busy at the 'office' today, but you can't fool me." I assumed this might rattle his cage a bit, but he replied with: "Sir, you peeple are sooo stoopid. We pool you peeple all the time. Bee are the beyst!" I once again broke into laughter. This guy had a pair of industrial sized stainless steel testicles on him. I then broke into a Filipino accent. Oh boy, maybe I shouldn't have done this because this guy flipped a bitch and a half. "YOU PUCKING EEDIOT! BE ARE THE BEYST IN THE WORLD! DONT MAKE PUN OF PILIPEENO!" Before I could reply, he hung up. Damn, I had a few more things to say. Actually it's probably a good thing he hung up because I would have eventually starting to use profane language in Urdu or Punjabi, and this would let him know I was Indian, or from Pakistan, and he could have said some very racist things. To this second he still believes my name is David. A married White man who is making over three quarters of a million dollars a year. Oh well. I am Baliwala. I'll be going to the Caribbean next month on a 3 day cruise, along with a suitcase filled with thousands of dollars. That is all.

It's the month of giving

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I'm going to order my fast food like this

Amir Khan

He wasn't "shockingly" beat by Danny Garcia. Khan has never definitively beaten a legitimate opponent cleanly. For example, when he beat an aged Barerra, the fight was stopped because of a cut. When he stopped an uninterested Judah, it was on a punch that was a borderline low blow. The people who he has beat have been below average, two of which knocked him out. The only skill he has is his speed. This is what has carried him throughout his amateur and professional career, but he has a downfall. This downfall is his weak chin and defense which can be neglectful at times. Khan is overhyped due to his race. It's sad but true. Boxing is a sport where people who have Khan's ethnic background are not dominant or not known at all. Oscar De La Hoya, along with Golden Boy Productions, have done a tremendous job at marketing Khan to the masses. They saw that he was a decent boxer who came from an untapped market. A subtle technique they have used is calling him "Boxing's bright young sensation" during his introduction. Khan has stated publicly that he wants to retire before the age of 30. This shows that his heart is clearly not into progressing in the sport of boxing to an elite fighter, but it is rather into making money and gaining fame. With this attitude Khan will never live up to his hype, and with that being said I believe he should retire. He has already accumulated massive amounts of money and he has gained enough notoriety to live off his work in the ring for many years. There is no point of putting Khan on HBO or Pay Per View only to see a 4 round fight in which one man is completely dominated, or the fight is stopped due to a cut. This is a waste of fans time and money. It's time that boxing fans start to research up and coming fighters and figure out how to see their fights. With the exceptions of Mayweather and Pacquaio, boxing has no stars. It's time fans paid attention to the sport as a whole instead a few "stars" who are jammed down our throats. Until then we will continue to be fed mediocrity.

Some people are disgusting

I wish I had a friend named Donny

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You know

That feeling you get, when you haven't spoken to someone in a few days, but it feel like forever? Do you? Because I don't.

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Anything from poetry, prose, any type of opinion, artwork, singing, dancing, etc.

Sketch a friend made

This is how

My summer class goes: I arrive 10 minutes before it begins. I am a punctual mofo. The first half hour of class I am engaged with the material being taught. The next hour I struggle to stay awake. There is only so much I can take. I'm only human. Instead of putting my head down on the desk to get shut eye, I sit up and put my left hand horizontally over my eyebrows, and tilt is enough so my eyes are closed. I use my elbow for support. I mix in a rubbing motion. This gives the professor the illusion that I am distraught and/or in deep thought. It's a method I've been perfecting for many years. The only problem is that my elbow which is the main support of this shenanigan, starts to relax and give way as I get more relaxed and come closer to falling in deep sleep. This wakes me up and causes my body to jerk. I'm working on cutting down on the violence of the jerking. That sounded wrong. After this segment of the class, Mr. I Say Stupid Shit Outloud starts his show. This fellow starts to speak about things that are completely unrelated to the course. Some of these things include: area codes, restaurants, banks, loans, the strait of Gibraltar, etc. It's like somebody took Google and beat it over the head repeatedly with a sledgehammer. He also likes it to be known that he has traveled the country and has attended many different institutions of learning. But that's not what bothers me about him. What I despise about him is his greasy hair. He has curly bangs that are covering a forehead that is most likely covered in acne. He looks like an extra from Saved by the Bell: The Early Years. An occasional appearance is made by Sir I Come To Class Rarely But I Pretend To Know The Course Material Jr. He tries to loudly give an answer to any question posed to the class. His confidence rivals that of a Subway customer who knows exactly what they want even before stepping inside the restaurant. When he finds out he was wrong, he pretends as if he never uttered a word. His head is covered in a Jew-Fro Sicilian low-level mobster hybrid congregation of hair. That's why I don't like him. Then we have Mr. GiggleBox McHugh. This guy will laugh at anything and everything people say. I sit behind him, so when he laughs at what I say, I have to lie to myself and think that I'm genuinely funny to this person. Then he soon shatters my self-esteem when he laughs at other peoples comments. This is disappointing. He has hair that resembles the fur of a mature Kodiak Bear who has just awoken from hibernation. Then there's my homie who sits next to me. He has blonde hair which he takes care of. So he's cool. He sees the oddity and overall stupidity that we sit around. He is much more vocal than I am in his disdain in disapproval of the social context of the room, especially towards Mr. I Say Stupid Shit Outloud. If this continues, shit just might get real. I'll keep you posted on that. Last week I struck up a conversation with another student who sits by me after I found out he attended the same high school as me. He has about the same haircut as me, so he's good people. Then a portly gentleman who sits in front of the class. He purchased a textbook which isn't required. Two bad signs right there. The conversation I was having was kept at a low level, but Mr. Borderline Obesity, who has tattoos probably of deserts turned around and said "SHHHHH!" Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't shh me panchode. I'm a grown ass man. I let it go decided it would be the best thing to do. His hair is thinning and looks like he should have given up his dream to be a rock star 20 years ago. When class was over about 20 minutes later, I was with my homie and high school buddy. I brought up the situation of what had occurred earlier. My homie shouted that he was an idiot who was going to bust his ass for a C, and he was just jealous that we mess around and do well in the course. This made me feel a bit better, but he didn't stop there. He indirectly suggested that we stomp him out(urbandictionary that term) to teach him a lesson. No way man. I'm not trying to go to jail. I'm too gangsta for prison. I laughed it off to show him I had no interest in his plan. The summer is going by pretty fast. Not sure if I'm actually learning anything though. I am Baliwala. Based on the hair descriptions in this post, and the the fact I judge peoples characters based upon that, you probably think I attend a cosmetology school, and you might be correct. That is all.