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Monday, December 30, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
It's that time again
I got another haircut. I was overdue. Being on vacation has made me very lazy but I wanted to look fresh for the New Year. On my way to the barbershop, I saw my barber walk into the local bar. Oh no. This can't be good. He returned about five minutes later. I was apprehensive to sit in his chair, but I went for it. He does not talk much but on this occasion he was full of conversation. For years I was under the impression that he was an Eastern European Christian. Because of this I asked him how his Christmas went and he informed that he did not celebrate it because he was a Muslim. Very interesting. An intoxicated Muslim from Albania giving me a haircut. Only in America.
With all the banter going on I didn't pay much attention to the job he was doing. When I finally did, I noticed he was doing the same job he always does. I also could not smell any alcohol. This led me to believe that maybe this wasn't the first time he cut my hair while under the influence, and that he may have been an alcoholic. I don't care. He always has been respectful and professional. Whatever his flaws or shortcomings might be are none of my business. This goes to show you that just because you have a vice does not make you a bad person. I am Baliwala. I once again look like a low level drug dealer. That is all.
With all the banter going on I didn't pay much attention to the job he was doing. When I finally did, I noticed he was doing the same job he always does. I also could not smell any alcohol. This led me to believe that maybe this wasn't the first time he cut my hair while under the influence, and that he may have been an alcoholic. I don't care. He always has been respectful and professional. Whatever his flaws or shortcomings might be are none of my business. This goes to show you that just because you have a vice does not make you a bad person. I am Baliwala. I once again look like a low level drug dealer. That is all.
Friday, December 27, 2013
For the first time
I will give you access to never before seen content. This is stuff I had originally wanted to put on the blog, but did not due to the over the top nature of the posts. Link is below
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Thursday, December 26, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
My last final
Was this past Monday. It was scheduled from 1-3 PM. I decided to wake up a little before 9:30 AM so I could get to campus early to get some extra studying done. I checked my email at 9:42 AM. Why did I remember the exact time? I remember the exact time because I received an email from my professor. It went like this: "*real name withheld due to many reasons* We are currently taking our exam from 9-11 AM in our classroom." Holy Shitcicles Batman! I felt as if I was experiencing a nightmare. I had never felt so shocked in my life. My heart started to pound very fast, and it seemed to completely stop randomly. The act of breathing which once was a mere reflex, suddenly became an arduous task. After the initial shock, I emailed my professor back and told him that I had 1-3 PM written down in my notebook, because that's what I was told on the last day of class, and if there would be enough time for me to finish the exam.
I had no time to see if he had replied. I threw on whatever and rushed to campus. The trip was excruciatingly slow as my heart continued to have palpitations. When I arrived to the classroom I had explained my reasoning for being too late. The snickering of my classmates could be heard in the background. I don't blame them. I would have done the same. I was handed the exam. When I found out it was 10 pages long and I had only 45 minutes to finish it, more panic set in, but I said fuck it. I do not have time for emotions to further hinder my ability to finish the exam. I had a feeling come over that reminded me that I had been through worse in life and have come out on top.
The exam was a blur. Adrenaline and muscle memory took over. I had easily forgotten about the mishap on my part and got lost in academics, no geek. I ended up finishing the exam at 11:03 AM. I turned it in but I was still shook by what could have happened. My professor was very kind to send me an email reminding me of the exam. Without that I would have been screwed, so I sincerely thank him. It was something he did not have to do. Moral of the story: life will mess with you unexpectedly. You can either curl up into a ball and blame circumstance or others for your downfalls, or you can take personal responsibility for your actions and choices, and overcome them by sheer courage. By the way, I did really well on the exam in case you were wondering. I am Baliwala. Stray away from fear, laugh in the face of intimidation, breakthrough mediocrity, and most of all, never sell yourself short. That is all.
I had no time to see if he had replied. I threw on whatever and rushed to campus. The trip was excruciatingly slow as my heart continued to have palpitations. When I arrived to the classroom I had explained my reasoning for being too late. The snickering of my classmates could be heard in the background. I don't blame them. I would have done the same. I was handed the exam. When I found out it was 10 pages long and I had only 45 minutes to finish it, more panic set in, but I said fuck it. I do not have time for emotions to further hinder my ability to finish the exam. I had a feeling come over that reminded me that I had been through worse in life and have come out on top.
The exam was a blur. Adrenaline and muscle memory took over. I had easily forgotten about the mishap on my part and got lost in academics, no geek. I ended up finishing the exam at 11:03 AM. I turned it in but I was still shook by what could have happened. My professor was very kind to send me an email reminding me of the exam. Without that I would have been screwed, so I sincerely thank him. It was something he did not have to do. Moral of the story: life will mess with you unexpectedly. You can either curl up into a ball and blame circumstance or others for your downfalls, or you can take personal responsibility for your actions and choices, and overcome them by sheer courage. By the way, I did really well on the exam in case you were wondering. I am Baliwala. Stray away from fear, laugh in the face of intimidation, breakthrough mediocrity, and most of all, never sell yourself short. That is all.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Some of
The insults I have received in my life:
" You panda!"
"Your mother snorts cocaine off of the toilet."
After making fun of a FOB: "You are an elitist in English."
After not buying ice cream at Baskin Robins: "Of course you do not want ice cream, MEAT EATER SALA!"
"You are son of dog."
"Faggot."
"Asshole."
"LOL! YOU MUST BE A VIRGIN!"
"You wish you were White."
" You panda!"
"Your mother snorts cocaine off of the toilet."
After making fun of a FOB: "You are an elitist in English."
After not buying ice cream at Baskin Robins: "Of course you do not want ice cream, MEAT EATER SALA!"
"You are son of dog."
"Faggot."
"Asshole."
"LOL! YOU MUST BE A VIRGIN!"
"You wish you were White."
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
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