The Stolen Cats Manifesto

I would think of this situation as an opportunity to "sign a book". It is a shame for me, I couldn't
keep my promise? Of what you ask, well didn't I promise I would UPLOAD daily whatever I
write? Well, Mr. Universe doesn't seem to give a fuck to whatever I write and it doesn't care. So
I had this Internet problem, and I know this sounds silly, but truth be told, last 4 days, suspicious
events have been happening. The stupid Internet Service Providers stopped responding and it's
getting worse. Now, as I write this, I already have 3 unpublished articles waiting on the blogger
app on my moms' smartphone and I also backed them up on my PC. Yo, WTF? It's like 'm writing
a book. I'm getting no feedback, nothing. I'm just writing as if I was the only audience.
Like For Example, recently I was feeding a cat some carbos and then protien calories from
"scrambled fried eggs with onions and potatoes in high amount of oil!" cooked in a frying pan.
ALthough the Cat ate the egg and left the potatoe to rot. Anyways, I started calling that cat
"Michaelin" and then it sleeps in our garage and then some fucked up asshole comes and picks
the cat and takes Michaelin to his house. When asked reason, our wretched cousins reply,
"Well, it was annoying us and Mr. X xan take care of it because he has all these pets in his home,
so he took it". Wow! what a reason. You know I'm writing this now to remind my future self if I
keep repeating the mistakes that my dad made, I'm gonna be even worse.
I hate the fact that I don't control anything here. Like yesterday night, I was talking to mom
about Slow Carb Diet (which has personally worked for me and I have written about it in
previous posts) but she said, "Look, you can't just avoid Carbohydrates. So what do I do? Starve
myself?". Ahh, I hate it. "So What do I do?" _______[ANY BAD ACTIVITY HERE]____ SHOULD I
DO IT?..... That's the most common response I get from losers. I've previously tried telling
her(mom) about saving using 1/10 rule (which I write about) which is like taken from The
Richest Man in Babylon book and she was like, "So what do I do? Stop buying
clothes/food/liability/doodad?" Uggg, God I hate that. WHo said to stop buying vices
ALTOGETHER. My mom is fat as hell. My dad is a diabetes patient and he has that "fat"
syndrome, like his insulin sensitivity is on peak. You know what? they deserve it. When asked to
make some effort, they are so rigid in their old ways that they won't realize what their discipline
is costing them unless death touches their soul. And even then, it will be all over. The dieters
know they have to have a "cheat day". I know this sounds cliched. But you know what? the
secret to success and meaning of life is behind the word cliche.
I admire rather risk-takers more than those who don't take any action, like my mom and dad.
Who use fear and skepticism (skepticism is not a good emotion, even If you want to critisize
something, you have to have ZERO emotions.) as an excuse. I would rather admire reckless
drivers in their F1 Cars and some crazy YouTuber who goes into storm and records a video and
uploads on YouTube. Like Donk from 'Into The Storm' movie and how these bunch of stunt
people go into storm and they know their mom is a wicked woman and they can't escape that.

The storm was not a result of their doing. It was just there. Everyone had to die. But the
question was how would they like to die? die and make a difference or die in fear and paralyzed
brain states? They knew it would sweep the enitre city and they didn't give up. They stoop up
and faced whatever danger was lurking with excitement and awe. This is one reason I love
supercars (even though it would be years until I get to have one). People, I would say if you are
poor, then you deserve to be poor. If your children don't have good grades, then it's not them,
but you who deserves that! this is not cliche. I hope you get lost and die in hell. Death is much
better than a life lived without any hope for future. People give up the thought of change. They
don't bother to stretch their asses and study what it takes to be great. They expect auto-
knowledge. As if someone pressed Auto gear on a sports car and they would auto execute their
learning capabilities. This is all stupid. Mysticism. Auto-selfesteem. God forbid.
Like Ayn Rand says, man needs to have what's called "Objectivism" which means having mental
models from all elementary disciplnies that would allow one to sharpen his judgement from
seemingly impossible situations. I love risk. Everyone who goes to college goes on bike. My dad
is a totally thumb-sucker when it comes to spending money on me. You know the world ignored
me. One day I will ignore the world. Anyways, the very world I come from, will be gone. Some of
my family memebers died horrible deaths and there's not a single sign of them. That's what you
forget. There will be no sign of any doubtness. I walk to high school, which is like 30-35 mintues
distance. I see my other cousin and he drives 'expensive' car to high school. His dad is a good
spender when it comes to these liabilities? anyways, I'm like Donk. People call me crazy. Today,
before I wrote this paragraph, mom and dad came in home and my sister entered and rather
than ignoring me, instead started seeing in the laptop screen? staring?! I spanked her, lol and
then you know what happened. I was slapped and I pushed her and ran. Then dad came and he
saw the laptop on and I was just fucking writing this article because there was no light and no
fucking internet! and I planned on writing this and saving on my usb. Then I would transfer that
to PC. Anyways, he came in and straight slapped my MONITOR!!??? What? "Why did you not
use this PC? why my laptop? why do you always use just computer?" what? I didn't use PC for
the last 24 hours. I wrote bullet points at 7:15 AM before going to high school, but now It was
2:00 AM and I was writing it. And I touched it and me?! Am I a laptop harmer?! What?! ME!!!
Aaliyan Zahid. The guy who everyone calls for help. Ahh.. Dad don't forget what I did for you. I
didn't took money. You earned $1000 from my creations and didn't even give me money from
recent earnings. You know dad you're a loser. You deserve to be a loser. Me? Well, I'm going to
high school and I'm fucking working hard so that I can have some job and then I can leave you.
Then you'd be on your own. When there will be no Aaliyan to help you program your
"Microcontrollers". That's when you'll start valuing me. Then I would calmly ignore you just as
you did. I'm not guilty. I'm taking advantage of you. You come in and slap my computer! you
slap monitor!! it's a fucking LCD and you expect it to be a human?!! So much irrationality. I
know Ayn Rand and Charles Munger would hate my dad. I know, he's not a believer in
objectivism. Become the calm in the storm. You know what dad? I will earn favour of so many people and they will even pay me! unlike you when you made me toil at your own laptop when
it was selfishly related to YOUR activity. I was in 8 grade and then.. didn't the fact bother you
that I was using YOUR laptop to program? no it didn't seem to. You were happy. Yes, of course
you got my services for free. Yes, you had talent and you took it for granted. Yes, you got lucky.
But you only had luck once. I was in 8th grade, but I was not stupid. I talked to Mohsin Mamun
(Uncle), yes I will mention his name. And he said, "Why are you getting so excited for just $500?
It was just 500$!?". And then I came to see the truth. You were right Mohsin Raza. I deserved
more. Dad thinks he would give me fucking $50 and get away? you are dishonest and irrational
man. Dad, you had an assistant. He quit. Why? You gave him $5 for a weeks' work. He worked
hard for you for 12+ hours!! He had a family. And you just gave him $5 for 84 hours spent on
your workshop?! what, he'd rather be a janitor at Army Public School and still earn 25$ per
week for just 30 hours of work! (6 hours of janitor work daily for 5 days a week!). You know
dad, I see the benefit. I was born to a wretched guy like you. And that is where my advantage
lies. I will slowly take control and will reveal your true character. I will be like Donk from "Into
The Storm". I would face the storm with calm. Then when I get adult, I would reveal to public
how my mom kept quiet and you beat me and her when I was just 4 years old! You kept beating
us for 20+ minutes!!! Even I remember when I started Army Public School Humayun Road, I
remember red scars on my face lasted for 3+ weeks. My friends used to ask, "What is that
sign?" and I told them you slapped me and mom. They laughed and saw what I was suffering
from. Dad, people are not blind. People know how you misuse my talents. People know how
much pressured my mom is. Mom, your Aaliyan loves you. I wouldn't panic. I would make you
proud. College and High School is my opportunity to escape you and me from dad. Although, I
know you would never do that. But I have no reason to. Everything is earned. I didn't ask you to
"born" me! now that I WAS in the world, I took matters to my own responsibility. I, and my
blog, would never forget these events. It was a critical time. Dad, you know the more you try to
resist and ignore me, the more you sin. That's my advantage. I will do my job without panic. I
would get good grades and I'd serve my mom. Then, I would see this as an opportunity to
trigger your anger, and anger would push you to become the obstacle. And when you are an
obstacle, I can calmly overcome you. You are my obstacle, and I am your challenge. Dad, you
know you're done. YOU ARE DONE. You've done enough. Now let the God do his work. The
more you live, the more you sin. And me? I will remain like the Donk from Into the Storm. Yea! I
would also read books and add more and more mental models to my brain. I would research
and read 4-Hour Body. I would workout and build my body. I would stand on the shoulder of
giants. Then I would with all favours, will reveal to your clients that the person who
programmed their machines was not some "programmer" but me, your own son. I would
expose your scams. You have my word dad. You have.. my.. word.