Just yesterday, i was eating out with the trio of sam, kok, and rio, bored, full, and half dead from exhaustion. So seeing that my blog wasnt exactly the mega funfair extravagenza it was suppose to be, i asked sam for a random word i could write about. No prizes on what that word was.

So tonight, we shall delve into the wonderful network of relations of the 'S-word',
Suck.

Everybody knows what it means when i say 'that sucks'. For those impaired brain-wise, no, i dont mean that whatever im referring to has a built-in suction engine and a wide 12-inch pair of lips. I meant that the subject of mention does not sound very pleasant. 'Suck' in recent times has become a word used almost daily as a form of emotional expression, and has a much more subtle strength to it than its more sexually suggestive cousin, 'Fuck'. indeed, the F-word has taken the world by storm, garnering both fame and hate-filled spit from all walks of life. But are we talking about the all-powerful 'Fuck'? Nay, my dear friends, today is for the S-word, the black horse of curses.

For all you who oppose my views that 'Suck' can be termed as a curse, i seek to reinforce my stand. Why is 'Suck' NOT a curse? Can you properly say it to a convention hall worth of people and not get at least 20 appalled stares back at your stagelight-marked face? I think not. Can you say out loud that the game you played half a minute ago sucks so much it could sweep clean an anthole without getting a scolding from your 80-year-old woman-who-made-the-woman-who-made-you? I think not. Therein lies its power as a curse, and you cannae deny that to be fact.

But wait! Here is the true beauty of this word. Much like a dwarf, it packs a good deal of punch, but still manages to mask its power from the careless. 'Suck' has been accepted into everyday talk, even when classified as an undesirable. You hear strangers go 'this thing sucks!', 'today was a sucky day' and 'You can suck my balls, Mr.Garrison', and it all somehow manages to sound perfectly fine. Heck, i dont even know why the third example sounds fine, but the word has become as much a part of modern lifestyle as Micheal Jackson groping cute lil kids.

WHAT!? How is that even POSSIBLE!? The Institute of Vulgarities for Hell DENIES THIS BLASPHEMY!!! BURN POPPYCOCKS!!! BURN!!!

You see Mr.INeedAncientWordsToExpressMyself, 'Suck' is a much more well-thought out curse than the simplicity that is 'Fuck'. When one says 'Fuck', he is not only expressing extreme displeasure, but he is also implying sexual intercourse with the target of the curse. (but seriously, how is sex EVER unpleasant? hmm...) With the implication of a double meaning that is greatly taboo in the society, it is small wonder why 'Fuck' has such a blast when it flies out of ones mouth.
'Suck', on the other hand, has a soft outershell that cushions the blow of the word. What, you want to suck on a lolli? By all means! Cleaning the house-floor? Go ahead! Trying to pull the liquids from the cup into your dry mouth? Perfect! Who can ever feel too offended by such minor statements? No one with a right range sensitivity, that's for sure. That is the true essence of this word; it is a curse in usage, but does not feel like a Tiger Woods 70-yard swing to the gut. People use it as a figure of speech. People use it as an expression of daily life. People use it, and that's that. Simple brilliance, in all truths.

'Suck' is the ultimate curse word when it comes to use count. Kids use it. Teens use it. Working adults use it. Home-slacking wastes use it. Even TV hosts use it. Even i daresay that the S-word far exceed the F-word by a ratio of 10 to 1 on the speech charts. Now, can you still deny the genius behind the 'Suck'?

You can't, and that's that.

Here is when i end my nonsensical call of "LEROOOOY JENKINS!!", and give my fellow readers an brain-restoring rest. It was a long post, but it has ultimately stated that i will not hold back on the right of free speech on this blog. Thus, i wish to finish up with a humble advice: Use 'Suck' freely and frequently, for it was not made for charging. It was made for stealth.

Aye, as a fellow friend of mine would say. I too have jumped on the blogging bandwagon, albeit a little too late. Nevertheless, this is my first post, and it shall at least reek of first-post-goodness.

For those who know me, you just saved me the trouble of trying to hairslap you through your own monitor. For those who don't, damn you, for i do not know who you are, what you are, or why the hell you are even here. Bush beating aside, proper introductions are to be expected.

Hi. My name is [Ray Firozaki].

you can call me Ray, Firo, Firozaki, or any other twisted form of my nickname you can think up. Actually, after two seconds of thought, you cant. And yes, that was my nickname, for i rather stay behind this convenient little screen i call 'the internet, baby!'.

With that wrapped up, crumpled, and thrown aside, i now proceed to give you a brief idea of what im like, in person. First of all, im human. you know what a human is, dont you? Those war-loving, world-killing, self-worshipping species born out of an instance of insanity from god? Yeah, im one of them. Although we vary in size, shape, colour, and even the amount of hair we have, we are in fact, much more different. Why you ask? Because none of us can think & act in the same pattern. Not even twins, siamese or otherwise. As for me, I would be in the category of earthly being known as a 'Terrifyingly Male Dude', or [TMD] for short. I also feature in the 'Constantly Crack-smoking Bastard' section, though i am most prominent in the 'Whore-Tearing Fucker' department.
Actually, i was just joking. Laugh people.

Most people agree that i am somewhat of an introvert, and that i seem to never be able to turn up on time for anything. I cant disagree with that. In fact, as i type these lines i am running dangerously close to the time of meeting between several acquaintances of mine. Other minute factors about me i noticed: Mood-swinging psycho, self-in-mind asshole, and game-for-life slacker, among other things.
But wait, hold on, before you click the 'x' button to exit what seems to be the start of an emo blog, who said i don't have any good qualities? I freeload, steal from friends, AND manipulate other for fun! Is that a good thing or is that good thing people!?

Told you to run, didn't i?

But i digress. These things aren't up to me to decide, and if i were to decide anything, it would be that this post is running a little too long. So taking the advice of the little people flying about my head (ooo, i see sparkly~), i give you this little line to end off the start of a chain of illusionary insights into the mind of The Firo:

RUN, WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!