who knew the bitch would crack

I watched a movie called "A New Day In Old Sana'a" not too long ago. It's available via youtube, fyi. Actually, I'm nice so I'm providing the user and the actual videos are below the post. I enjoyed this movie a lot. The portrait it painted about Yemeni (and I think a lot others in general) culture being so obsessed by reputation is something that pains me much. No matter how hard I try to escape it's always right there. Closer to me than my shadow. This takes me back to when I read Othello. Here is what I'm talking about:

CASSIO
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost
my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation,
Iago, my reputation!

IAGO
As I am an honest man, I thought you had received
some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than
in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false
imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without
deserving: you have lost no reputation at all,
unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man!
there are ways to recover the general again: you
are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in
policy than in malice, even so as one would beat his
offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion: sue
to him again, and he's yours.

This is my rant. Take it and throw it in the ocean in a bottle filled with hope. May it reach the darkest places and be released to spread some light.

I'll show you what it means to be serious

I've used up all of my tears

Last day in 7th grade two boys came up to me while I was waiting for the bust. One of them took a water bottle and kept hitting my face, yelling out "cry, CRY, I want you to cry". I didn't cry. Until I got home.

When I was 10 my mom took part of my allowance so she could save it for me in order to buy something "big". I said ok. Then I cried in the Kitchen because I didn't think it was fair that other boys had money and could spend it how ever they seemed fit.

I used to live in a basement without a door. I told the landlord to install one. She told me that I need to hold my horses and if I don't like it I can leave. I cried that night.

When I came to the States I remembered that I made my sisters cry. I called them, said sorry and cried when I hung up.

I have cried so much that I don't think I can anymore. I sometimes think if I'll cry if one of my parents die.

it's not un common to have one bigger than the other!