Man to be blinded

An Iranian court has sentenced a man to have his eyes surgically removed for a crime he committed as a teenager 12 years ago. Amnesty International has condemned the sentence, reported in the Iranian daily Etemaad, but local human rights groups say these unusual punishments are hardly ever executed.

Etemaad says the accused, identified only as Vahid, was 16 when he threw a bottle of acid at another man during a fight in a vegetable market in 1993. The top opened - Vahid insists accidentally - and blinded his victim in both eyes. A court said the crime should be judged as qisas, a category for which the Koran stipulates specific punishments, in this case an eye for an eye. The paper said the sentence was to pour acid on Vahid’s eyes, but an appeals court ruled it should be done surgically so as not to harm other parts of his face.

No comments necessary on that one, surely.

The British have finally lost it:
http://www.islamonline.org/English/News/2005-06/28/article01.shtml

What with the new Iranian "president" evoking the "New Islamic Wave", I have the feeling that the world has accelerated towards its prime destination: Cunt.

Confession

Alright, what do you do if you are a Christian and you kill someone, or worse, masturbate? You confess. This is basically asking the advice of a 60 year old virgin who looks at a 2000 year old story book for answer. And they know all because they have experienced so much, you know, when they venture out of their 'cells' or whatever. You know, to rape small boys?

Jesus would be so upset.

AA

Now that I mentioned Amy, I am reminded of how amazing she is. Literally, she is my bestest friend ever. She is really smart, so we can sort of talk about the important things that us superior people of the world can discuss and analyze, such as dissidents in Iran, and how the Pope went to Hitler Youth.

Also, she isn't a hypocrite or a liar or anything like that. And she is a bitch and an uncaring whore, like me. =P Also, she is very funny, and is rarely serious. And never angry/upset with me over silly issues (exception in times of PMT). If I was to insult her, i.e. "Amy you stupid whore" she would laugh at me, which is the response I require. I hate seriousness, unless someone I like has died, or I am in a bad mood. If I am in a bad mood, I want everyone to be silent/dead.

Also, she is not a mainstream sheep type person, and can enjoy similar things, thus enabling us to discuss and review the amusing and sick things we may occasionaly find, that other slightly mediocre people may not be able to understand. Such as Total Shit and Piss. It was amazing. Who invented porn involving faeces?

The German, surely.

Iran targets dissent on the net

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/4123788.stm

Religion is literally Total Shit and Piss. All religious people are either retarded fools or smart people out to control people and make money (i.e. The Pope).

These shitty news were supplied to me by my personal messenger, the Amazing Amy. Or AA. Like batteries. =D

On the wunderbar hand, tomorrow is my last GCSE exam, and signals the end of Physics in my life.

On the way to Yatra

It is so hot here I cannot move. Amy and I went to the beach today. We had to plunge ourselves in the sea and take showers every five minutes in order to refrain from spontaneously combusting on our muy chic sunbeds. It was very amusing.

I have deepened my chic peachy tan of amazingness to one of slight sunburn which tomorrow turn to another gorgeous shade to compliment my natural gorgeousness only the very amazing have. However, I was not lobster red, so my skin will not be turning to cowhide anytime soon. Or wrinkling badly in the future. Yes, I am very vain.

Amy kept pushing down her bikini bottoms to show me her tan line, which probably excited a few perving males. And dykes. Anyways, they have either stretched mucho, or she has lost weight. Probably both. They were flailing in the wind as if they were sails of a cruise ship... except cruise ships don't have sails! I am really so stupid for someone who is supposed to be ganz smart. Oh what what fun we have. She has stolen my cheap and shitty bracelet which I love.

Ahaha only 7 days left until I am on the plane and out of this craphole (no offense, fellow Malaga residents) and into the paradise waters of ModleLand.

World has gone to cunt

Unnecessary, commas, make me want to kill myself.

Much in the way of attraction

Someone should write the 'Palestinian Way of Parenting', an illustrated parental guide book advising on how to produce useful Palestinian citizens, and the ways of indoctrination.

I suggest the following snippets of wisdom:

Delay

I just love watermelons, but if they have a lot of seeds, it pisses me off. A LOT. I just spat one out, in fact.

Today we were made to wait for around 4 hours before our maths non-calculator exam. Four hours. Why? Because our school is completely incapable of organising anything. Completely disabled, in fact. But I shall prevail over their bullshit. For the 1st of July is an ever nearing rescue boat, furnishing my dreams of freedom and sovereignty (well, kind of).

Tomorrow is a shitty english exam, after that our 2 hour history monster which requires you to write 4589 pages in 40 minutes, per question. ^^

Still, I am so lucky to be educated, unlike all those African children.

=|

Everything Sick

Evertyhing makes me sick.

Must be because I am two months pregnant?

I dreamt that I had killed someone's baby last night, and this woman wanted to kill me. But all she did was sit amongst Indian women and cry. Also, I had to use this special ::device:: to hunt out an invisible, naked Johnny Depp in this big warehouse.

Five a.m.

It is so disgustingly hot over here that I am forced to take a shower every 10 seconds. I can't sleep at night, and although this is not new, it's been worse. Take last night, for example.

I go to bed at something like 1 a.m., determined to sleep. By 1.44 I am desperate but also wide awake. I get up and find a comic to read to ease my brain and perhaps encourage it to shut down for a while... I read until 2.50 a.m., then manage to fall asleep somehow.

At 5.00 a.m. on the fucking spot I wake up, as usual. At five I seem to wake up, no matter what day it is or how tired I am. By this point I've has one (1) fucked up dream, in which I have a small daughter whom I have to leave at our shop for a few hours this one night. So I drop her off at the shop, and watch as she locks the door behind her. I drive off and do whatever it is I have to do. When I come back, there are no lights on in the shop, and my daughter is not anywhere. Panic follows. I call the police ..etc. Then I get this idea from nowhere, literally sprout it out of my arse, that a murderer has my daughter and is hiding her somewhere. The police make me go home. When I get home I suddenly know (you know how dreams go) that the murderer (who looks like Nicholas Cage) is hiding under my daughter's desk. I find him there, and wake up.

So okay, I turned around and tried to go back to sleep. By about 6.30, I was asleep once more. This time I was in some kind of jungle area, by this waterfall type thing. But it wasn't as steep as a waterfall, you could climb up it. It was shallow water, and in the water, there were all these barbed wire thingies with shark heads stuck in them. Fuck knows why. Anyway. My task was to help the orcas coming up the waterfall thingy to go down again. Yes I know. I don't know. Orcas...

I woke up again at about 8 a.m., this time my room was quite light, so going back to sleep was even harder. I read a bit more, and then fell asleep. This time my dear friend Amy and I were staying at this hotel, which got flooded, and we got swept down to this area of the hotel that is under the ground and the first floor had two white trap door type thingies which opened up, silently, when you as much as brushed against them. Inside, every fucking time, was this little black boy in a blue shirt and this woman, maybe a teacher, talking to him.

Amy and I knew that we must not get caught. Every floor was like the first one, with the boy and the woman in each room revealed by the trap door. We then saw this old woman who realized that we didn't belong there, even though we tried to act like we did. She recruited us into their mad cult or whatever the fuck it was, and gave me this little gold book about being a princess. I was given this really gorgeous room to live in, and so was Amy, but mine had this random guy in it who though he was going to win the lottery soon. We were told we could never see our family again. They had this area that stimulated an open field, in case you got claustrophobic.

And then I woke up, and went to the bathroom to pee.