Did I say that I hated 3eid ?

Well in case I forgot :
I HATE 3EID !!!!!

I HATE 3EID !!!!!

I HATE 3EID !!!!!

Capsule

Can anybody really encapsulate what he has on his mind at a certain moment and present it to other people in a perfect manner ? Will he need to reconstruct the whole background on which that state of mind was built ? He'll have to not care what people might think about the parts that he doesn't want anybody to know, but for the sake of conveying his "frame" of mind , he'll have to strip of all guards and surrender to the fact that reaching out to the audience is his up most priority.

This level of truth and transparency is godlike in it's power and freedom, this isn't a simple job that any mortal can do. It's porn star freedom , the girl standing or performing naked in front of five camera , the guy with nuts jammed into his ass by a monkey ,while he puts on his room warmer face, and smiles to the camera, which takes a picture that millions of people will see and laugh at. They always said that if you can laugh at yourself then you've reached a powerful level of security and self esteem .But what if you didn't even find it amusing , you are so in sync with yourself that your every once embarrassing situation is not only normal enough that you can laugh at with your audience , it is so insignificant that you don't find the input that people acquired that information to be an actual event, and you deal with it ,or don't deal with it ,like a non-event.

Suicidal drama

I love that we can be put in the same category as Craig Clevenger. How ? Since we're doing a short movie about suicidal thoughts, the studios found the idea to be too aggressive destructive and belligerent and our sponsorship was too hard to come by.

The point that independent publishers in Craig's case and the small time studios in our case are making is that making such a movie is fine in the sense that working on it is artistically viable, but watching it is a sign of illness. And that isn't good for business.

"Yeah, I get it… shelf space is finite and profit margins are slim. It’s a tough business, business being the operative word." Craig notices.

Life Imitating Art

Well since this is our first short movie, it can shock to the point of knowledge and acquaintance. Or can it ?

Social Misfit ?

I recently discovered that I was called a "Social Misfit" on one of my friend's blogs ... and now I really feel the urge to retaliate by explaining where I didn't fit and leave the decision of whether the misfitting is necessarily a bad thing in this case. I first need to introduce my abdomen pain gauge : empty [----------] , full [***********]

Breakfast at Bakehouse :
Nine people having breakfast at the bakehouse .... a geeky looking dude is sitting in front of his girlfriend which happened to sit beside me, if you put the two over each other their combined height will be 1.65m. (I don't have a racial problem with little people). OK, the little dude explains how he changed his profession because of a Simpsons episode, and he now studies or finished studying communications , so from now on in this post we will call him the "communicator" or "COM" for short, this has nothing to do with Nokia or cum. [----------]

COM starts talking about his favorite breakfast (remember this dude has an accent as aristocrat as Marie Antoinette) , he says : "i go eat two Falafel sandwiches, then I top them with some omelettes and a KitKat" end f story , APPARENTLY HE DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU HAVE TO SHARE SOMETHING INTERESTING I DON'T NEED TO HEAR WHAT IS UR FAVORITE KIND OF DICK !!! [**--------].

COM starts talking again !!! and I'm like : please don't for fuck sake !!! He explains how he and his precious wife, I mean girlfriend, communicate when they go to festivals (as if there were that many) because they're short (they opened the height subject 15 times, SO SECURE). They wave their hands in the air and call each others name (and of coarse they had the need to demonstrate by waving on the table)"COOOOOMMM" .... "COOOOOMMMMMAAAAAAA" [***-------]

COM starts talking again an idea of a show he has , which deeply enough is about food ! This time I chose to block the thing about his gay cooking show , until of coarse he mentioned that he will play violin after he finished cooking ... and I go "No body will ever want to see your 8th grade TALENT SHOW". And how about some interesting subject for a change [*****-----]

THE DIET PEPSI INCIDENT :
I make the mistake of ordering a diet Pepsi . And as dull as these people can be they found this to be strange and asked why did I order a diet Pepsi: "To soak my dick in it before I pee in your glass and tell u this is ice tea gone warm !!!!" . I mean why else would I order one , it's not like I want to DRINK A DIET PEPSI !!!!!!!! And after I finished they had the nerve of asking me "how was it?" ...They noticed that I finished just after I finished it , which means they were watching me drink the diet Pepsi all the time !!!!! CREEPY !!!!! [*******---]

THE TUMMY INCIDENT :
COMMA stands up to apparently check her self up , although u wouldn't notice that she ever stood up..... As clumsy as she is her top was showing a little of her tummy which I chose to ignore because I was hungry and I needed to finish my "Breakfast Supreme" without actually vomiting... But NOOOOOOOOO ..... they can't let this pass ........ COM tells COMMA :"cover yourself woman" remember this guy is Marie Antoinette.... She being the man in the relationship tells him , that he can fuck himself , and she shows more of her tummy , at which point COM caves in his chair and respects her personality... [**********]****

At this point I really had an acute abdominal pain ... I thought I will not be able to hold anything down .... My reptilian brain told me to kick COM's ass and vomit on COMMA's head which by the way was going to happen by accident. But my mammalian brain intercepted the signal and we chose to walk out without getting our hands dirty.

And so I couldn't fit in the "society" so I'm a "Social Misfit" ... LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLL

"GOOD" People

I changed Jobs , I'm working for a new company , which at the first glance looks great , people are working on a Video game for XBOX 360 , I'm working my ass off even if I still don't know if I believe in the thing or not (all the usual stuff). But then you notice that something is missing ! one and half months in the company and I've never witnessed a single fight! never heard one gossip and never seen a flirt fly across a room !

I wondered for a while why was that . And after some inspection of the intra-work relations I found out the reason ; These people are "good" , "Good" as in fairy tale "Good" .Snow white and the seven little people "good". They love each other, and actually have the good of the company at heart. AND I'M LIKE ...... HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!! They ask each other whether they want something from downstairs before going down .... and they call each other if somebody is late for more than an hour . THIS IS SICK !!!!!!

I didn't know that such people existed !!! And what is the probability of them being at the same fucking place !!!

Even their jokes are innocent !! inno no dark sarcasm nor sexual reference .... and mine just fly just over their heads ........WHOOOOOOOOSH ....The "Brady Bunch" comes to mind.

I want evil people , I want gossip , I WANT dark Humor !!!!!!!!! THIS IS PATHETIC !!!!!!!

I think I have to take it upon myself to change these people, that can be easy since they idolize me ; which is redundant since I'm the only one that have SEEN the WORLD !!!!!!

Nostalgia

Could anything be more nostalgic than "ACE OF BASE" !
http://youtube.com/watch?v=-JLcrtdtBek

Trix and Sa7lab

After always doing the whole social endeavors with the intricate and convoluted social class, one really needs a break. I know I need one right after every day at work , after every time I go out with my co-workers,my "friends" or my friends' friends. It's not that I have anything against these people, but I hate that they are trying to appeal to each other's tastes, with their cloths and the fake "prime store" culture talk. What I'm trying to say is that these people are never their true selves around each other , and they call each other "friends", they are the best they can be and that by far isn't what a person is. I want to see their worst or even average selves for a change , their close to reality image , no competition or parade.

Here's where "Trix & Sa7lab" comes into play. "Makha 3amman" is a coffee house that almost every jobless or unhappily married guy in Amman goes to regularly, groups of 4's come to play cards there. I can't go on sounding like a tourist. Anyways when we need to turn it off me and my friends go there and we have the funnest time of our lives. I mean we just get high on each others' jokes which normally wouldn't be that funny. But the atmosphere is somewhat catalyzing the miserable sarcasm.

There isn't any tension there, people come wearing there comfortable cloths, their biggest concern becomes whether the seven of hearts was with them at the start of the game. Nobody knows more than 3 names from the 150 faces in that place or maybe four if you count the popular waiter's name.

Any how , we go there, order sa7lab , and we feel real for about one and a half hour every two weeks. Then we go back to our "normal" lives.

It Hit Me.....

Finished rendering the last scene in "F.E" ... Then it hit me ... This is too satisfying to stop and too hard to continue ... I just signed in for a life of either a feeling of emptiness after not being able to achieve better things than I've already achieved , or of hardihood since continuing doing this kind of work is consuming and arduous.

Fueling "F.E" was the need to prove to myself that we can do this , I had to see something get out from the output end for a change , and it did, we did what we thought was much harder in the sense that we never did it and much easier in the sense of the small but lasting problems that faced the project.

Do I need to prove something to myself or to others so I can actually go all the way through ... or does it become easier ......
What I plan to do is make it as natural as it can be that this becomes a part of my life ...... I need this to be as normal as waking up ...... I can't go back to usual tasks and taking orders ........... This may sound big-headed but it's not ..... I need this to continue or I will loose interest in my life , because other than that or BECAUSE of that everything else became boring ....

Quotes

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I am not sincere, even when I say I am not.

It takes a genius to get paid for what you'll be happy to do for free.

Genius might be described as a supreme capacity for getting its possessors into trouble of all kinds.

If a thing isn't worth saying, you sing it.

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

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Lobotomy: Link

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lobotomy

"Chronic"

It’s been a while since I posted anything in my Blog. (Hurray he’s back hurray) or not. Although a lot happened in the past two months, no, no really: A LOT. But I will not talk about these two months, at least for now. What I wanted to post is somehow a confession, “The Confession of Sickness” I call it. And it goes something like this: or actually exactly like this since it will go exactly the way it will go. I’m sick!! Fully and utterly sick. (Why do u say that Wajdy , you are the best person in the whole world ?) , in case u haven’t figured it out by now “()” words in brackets are your side of the conversation, and “YOU” are a hot chick that looks exactly like Keira Knightley.

Anyways to explain more I need to tell “YOU” a story, (uncomfortable) ,on Thursday night 16 November 2006, I had another huge insomnia strike and couldn’t even do my usual 3 and a half hours of sleep, so I decided to continue work on something that me and some guys from my old work are working on. My computer was already rendering but I decided to “Set Affinity” the rendering to CPU2 and I worked on some compositing on CPU1 (too much details) SHUT UP. I pulled an all night-er , this being the 4th time this month alone makes it unworthy of writing about, what’s worthy is that the next morning I continued work and remembered that I had some freelance to deliver on that day that I forgot about ! I scanned my PC for viruses due to an S.Ammous tip, and started to work on that! The delivery was after el-salah (?) I know !!! I went to the receiving company after putting the computer to render some new footage, gave them the work, talked a bit as usual and then I collapsed (Ha?) fainted like a drunk person on speed. (Tragic) …..Awkward is the word u’r looking for…… They don’t even know me and here I am laying down on their Parke floor drooling like a retard (Bad image) fuck u !

They took me to the hospital , after trying to wake me up several times which only resulted in few seconds of wake up time that helped them help me down the stairs. Anyways here was I, laying in the hospital with an IV drip attached to my arm, The doctor came to me and he said that I was suffering from “chronic fatigue syndrome” which is better known as “adrenal exhaustion”. And what were my immediate concerns at that exact moment ??? (mmm, your health) wow u r so predictable , I knew u were going to say that !! Seriously though , I immediately thought about the footage currently rendering and if the rendering has finished !!!! I’M TELLING U !!!!!!!!!!! SICK !!!!!! and here I am 4 days later doing the exact same thing , I guess this time my XANAX is prescribed !!!!!!!

Introverted ?

Don’t you sometimes catch yourself ditching what others consider a fun group activity to do a normal solitary thing such as reading a book?

When do we deem a person introverted? Where is that line drawn?

Well, when I make plans with my friends, I always build myself up to going out, I give myself reasons to go and I rarely get disappointed when a plan gets canceled. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy these get togethers, and do like talking to people and about people , but it’s the pre-do weighing of the fun factor between the event and a good book or a good movie that always stops me in my tracks.

May be I’m just lazy… maybe I just find going out too tiresome to enjoy. But on the other hand I never say no to a soccer game, even if it was the fourth time in a week. I look forward to tomorrow’s game just after I finish today’s game. For my judgment, that rules out the lazy decision, or does it? Maybe laziness is how my subconscious expresses its disapproval of what I’m doing.

Maybe my friends are not that fun… maybe I should find new and more fun friends. Again that seems too far fetched, since as I said I do enjoy their company, and they usually have many friends other than myself, which makes them at least “society standard” fun people. Note: I do enjoy slaughtering my friends’ friends especially when I don’t like them.

I never make the arrangements or decide the place. Because if it was for me, no weights will be put on the opposite saucer of the staying home saucer hence the staying home option will always win.

Intoxication -> veisalgia (normal)

Intoxication (Insomniac) -> (acute) lethargy -> veisalgia

Throw and Catch (Posted While Intoxicated) (PWI)

I’m not at all responsible for anything written in this post…

You know how you always feel that the future never comes. You always can stay one step behind the time to judge and evaluate yourself. You always give yourself time until later, which you can take comfortably since this time is not today, and you get a yet more soothing feeling for acknowledging the fact that you will have to do "the important thing" later.

This is how most of my life can go to waste, if I get the feeling that: “I have to do something NOW!”. Well, I start doing it; I even discuss it, which gives me peace, enough peace to lose the need to prove something to myself. And by then what I started ends but not at the end.

But I found a good method to help one control ones life and its projections on his current state of mind. Oddly enough, it comes from programming! It’s called the “throw and catch” theory. Here is how it works: when you feel the need to do something with your life , PRESERVE IT, write it or reference it or even make extra effort to remember it. You don’t have to remember it all the time; you just have to remember that you tried to remember it; that’s good enough to catch after a while, this is called a “throw”.

Three months later (an example period of time), remember to remember what you have thrown in such a state of mind. You “catch” it and witness how you felt and thought exactly three months ago, you’ll be amazed how volatile your brain is. What you thought three months ago doesn’t seem important now. But catching it gives it a higher priority than it normally would have.

YOU WILL SEE THAT YOUR MORE apathetic, bum, careless, comatose, dallying, dilatory, drowsy, dull, flagging, heavy-footed, idle, inattentive, indifferent, indolent, inert, lackadaisical, laggard, lagging, languid, languorous, lethargic, lifeless, loafing, neglectful, passive, procrastinating, remiss, sack artist, shiftless, slack, sleepy, slothful, slow, slow-moving, snoozy, somnolent, supine, tardy, tired, torpid, trifling, unconcerned, unenergetic, unindustrious, unpersevering, unready, wear THAN YOU HAVE EVER THOUGHT YOU WERE. Time is not of the essence, TIME IS LESS IMPORTANT TO YOU THAN SHIT. Throw and Catch makes you see that, then you’ll hate yourself more, and maybe get off your lazy ass and do something with your life, or just plain kill yourself.

“Red” Windmill

“MOULIN ROUGE IS A GAY MOVIE NO MATTER HOW YOU LOOK AT IT”, EVEN IF IT WAS THE ORGINAL 70’S VERSION, STRIKE THAT, ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS THE ORIGINAL 70’S VERSION.

Football game Recap

Wajdy scored an amazing overhead double kick goal. A.R. was dribbling with the ball in midfield, he saw Wajdy running from the left hand corner of the goal, he lobbed the ball to Wajdy's direction but the ball got deflected by a naughty defender, the ball was going to fall behind Wajdy instead of in front of him. Wajdy turned his back and lifted his left leg in one swift move , he jumped in the air and hit the ball (which was by now over his head) with an enormous right kick that went in the net after passing the helpless and amazed goalkeeper. Really 10/10 . And the mark does not have anything to do with the fact that Wajdy is writing this post, not even a bit.

In other news Wajdy praised himself for an AMAZING GOAL !

I now realize what this blog is ..... it's like Denny Crane's therapist, I want to hear my own words !
But I do care about you , my readers , bla bla bla ............

You are not your Blog !

I've written a couple of "posts" (entries) , and then didn't post them because I thought they were not good or complete enough or that they didn't show the true Saksookeh person that I am. But then it hit me : "It is a fucking blog" . So here is my latest entry :

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Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla (comma) Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla
Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla (full stop) Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla
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Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla (!)
Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla
Bla Bla Bla Bla (?) Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla
Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla (I'm a GOD) Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla
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The Return of Wood Ears (The Alice Raping)

Previously on “Alice in Wonder Land”: Our heroes saved the city of Rubicanoss from the evil “Queen of the ears” in what they thought was the concluding fight.

In a place beyond knowledge, beside a volcano of massive vigor, the dark soft coating of dirt moves over the layers of hard solid earth. The layer gets fractured by a meager but confident movement, and a decomposed arm appears from underneath, the arm that the habitants of Rubicanoss got to know too well from the shushing pose of Wood Ears.

Mean while in a “noisy” and raucously scenic land, our heroes, now greater in number, and stronger in powers , gather around in a cube looking building with no roof, a building that resembles all the buildings in Rubicanoss (because similarity induces creativity and ingenuity) . They judge every other habitant in an attempt to apply the Economy Salvation Plan introduced by this Blog.(Oh yeah they have internet).

A proper acquaintance with our heroes is now essential since each hero has his/her role in the unveiling of the crucial events. First our Saksookeh Prince (SP): his main power is that his vision is undistracted by the diversion of COLORS (he only sees monocolor), this can be of great help against the power of Artanamo Directanlo; a well known power of Wooden Ears. Then there is the Pink Jacket Knight (PJK), he has the power of projectile hand signs, and the hovering ability using inner fuels, these powers will prove to be more than useful when our heroes encounter the queen’s minions. Our third hero is Forgetano (F), he can forget his last defeat after two to three ……seconds and be morally ready for the next fight. Our next hero has an ability that can really win the clincher battle in the long lasting war. When this hero bite into her pray she can remove flesh, specially when water resources of the queen are in question, she is “Wobly Curlingston” (WB). The author here feels that he has gone INTO THE ZINI5 SIDE AND WILL QUIT WHILE AHEAD OR AT LEAST TIED.

Note to author: Let anybody else continue that story !!

EMPTY

Here’s the thing : I’m emotionally unavailable, emotionally dead, sentimentally detached, godless, atheist ,immoral , dishonorable , unethical, I have no principles what so ever, I can be evil if it is more fun than being unbiased, my account for people feelings is measured on “my” fun scale in the next three seconds, and I am selfish . I’m a bad friend and a worse boyfriend, I have no regard for people feelings because I think they are reflections of the inner me hence I think that they don’t have any. People die and I really don’t care, people will die or wished to die by a hating acquaintance and I’m all excited. I can know people for a long time and still don’t care about anything related to them.

I’ve got some imperfections, collect them all and throw them in my face.

Economy Salvation (General Human Standardized Test)

The main problem facing the progress of Jordanian economy is the excessive existence of …well … people. Any first year economy major when asked how a third world country’s economy can be enhanced will say: “if there were less people ….”. So, totally basing my argument on this fact -not on my evil nature :)- I can help a growing country become a major one in a decade.

Ok, here’s how. We make a general test that can grade people according to some very important criteria. That’s why we came up with the (General Human Standardized Test) or (GHST). It has four main criteria: IQ, looks, fitness, character. Every category has a maximum of 10 making a total maximum of 40 (in the basic version). After applying this test on all people, we make a curve and you take the lower 50% and put them in a huge place. We convince those people that we are atheists (not that hard!) and that we will kill them in the name of Lucifer. Knowing that they will die anyway, most people will fight; having a choice is what makes people not fight. So you will have these 50% fighting for their “religion” while being confined in a big closed space that will soon be exploded. They will go to heaven , 50% in heaven is a very good start don’t you think ?(IN YOUR FACE god).(K.N. suggested that everyone will have a different death method depending on his grade, which is an interesting idea, but that makes us put too much effort into killing the redundant 50%).

EXTENDED GHST:

The form:

You think I put too much effort into it….. Well ….. I am weird … and free.

An even crazier idea

Watching "saba7ak sa3id" marathon on JTV on a thursday night.

Primitively Deficient

Have you ever felt like killing someone, not kill as in beat him with a bat and leave him paralyzed, kill as in reach in between his rib cage bones and swirl through the flesh until you reach the pathetic pumping organ of his, you grab it and hold ever so tightly, harassing gradually harder and harder while his hands get glued to your arm in a feeble attempt to stop the inevitable. You then release the defective appendage just before it expires, but you keep your hand well inside the rib cage so that you will not miss on your second try. His hopeless soul gathers faith and his lungs inhale dreams filled air. His grip loosens and his gaze reflects a fearing and respecting core, you now have the entity that you thought was the only thing you wanted in the first place. But then you realize that you are close to the fountain of your biggest yearning, a yearning that you didn’t know you had a second ago.

You stop and think; you can do that now, you have crossed “the” boundary, you are free, every thought is crystal clear, and every thought is linked to other thoughts in a perfect manner yielding an ideal chain that you never had. The things that always had stopped you now seem diminutive; they can’t control the once tame beast. You know you always had that desire, but you were standing on the other side of the fence not knowing that crossing it was beyond worth. The fence of courtesies and laws looks much smaller from the higher side.

You can’t help but think about the old ages, when people “hand killed” each other everyday, the thrill must have been passed from them to us. The thrill that we purposely ignore in attempt to co-exist civilly. And it does work, but you feel imperfect, deficient, even unworthy of your desires. Your primal needs go unsatisfied.

You grab the heart again, this time without even a notion of letting go. This time the job should be done, a craving must be satisfied, a life must be ended. The rush of having control goes right to your head, making you grab tighter than ever, his hands reach out in attempt to copy the move that saved his life the first time, but this time his hands never reach you arm. They pose in a jittery manner for a second then they give up, he gave up, even he knew that you were not going to let go of your prize, he saw the resolve in your eyes, the kind of resolve that breaks a will and vanishes a spirit.

You look back up at the person, realizing that you only wished to do what you already did. You force your cheek muscles into a smiling pose, but the result is not first-rate. He walks past you, you lower your head but you have a smile on, a different and better one this time, you realize that you know what you miss and that gives your spirit peace. This peace that you know won’t last but can be rekindled by your odium every once in a while.

Crazy Idea

Watching a re-run of "saba7ak sa3id" on JTV.

INSOMNIA

I’d like to correct one idea that “fight club” marketed in a beautiful packaging and made the whole concept seem appealing:

I’ve been insomniac for 6 years now, mine is a mild insomnia (the 3:30 insomnia), and I find insomnia not as elegant as fight club sells it to say the least. For a start : Insomnia does NOT make you feel sleepy all the time, everything is NOT a copy of copy, the idea is that insomnia makes you as far from being sleepy as you can get. Everything gets over-experienced and therefore over analyzed as if you started and finished a video game and you start all over again, and again and again. Every thing gains more differentiating features making it fall in its own category, away from its “copies”. That does apply on the other things that you do in day time, because you have time to over-think the events and therefore capture an excess bundle of inputs that normally you wouldn’t have, and you realize later that you shouldn’t have either.

Sometimes I wonder whether you over-think because you have insomnia or you have insomnia because you over-think and worry too much. But then again I wake up at nights when I’ve been having a long vacation and having nothing to worry about.

Why then is it an unworthy experience? First I never seem to develop another cool character that lives at night, or maybe we should ask my friends, anyways, that falls under schizophrenia. You are not sleepy but you are dead tired, you are awake not half awake and you know that you are not sleepy!

Herbal potions, alcohol, chloral hydrate, paraldehyde, urethane, sulfonal and laudanum. Are all possible treatments, they make you sleep , but their problem is that you wake up more tired than if you were mine working and weight lifting while running all night. I don’t know about you but I well prefer the actually doing stuff option.

Alice in Wonder Land

Here’s a story a about a handsome young man , (ok maybe not that handsome) oh fuck it , here’s a story about a guy with a long goatee (saksookeh) , this prince (ya I know) lived in a peaceful village filled with furniture stores , this village whose habitants called it Khildahna while the outside world called it Khaldahla (THE FURNITURE LAND) was this prince’s kingdom (or princedom).

Our friend prince had the gift of creation, he could create little creatures (in T-Pose) and then make them move the way he wanted them to move, so to do the thing he loved and to get away from his evil king father, he moved across the non-returning river to the other side (NOT the gay side you idiots) , to the creative city of Rubicannoss were all the creative princes and princesses gathered together to create small creatures and create their own fake IK/FK kingdom.

The prince started to blend in the kingdom were his famish for control was appeased by the creation of little people, and he convinced himself that they were his disciples, he worked with other gods (yeah by now they all were gods) to create the wonderful world of (Benful and Izzyless) .

One day an evil queen (or goddess if you were following the well knitted plot) joined the kingdom of Rubicanoss , this goddess couldn’t stand loud noises, because her ears were made of wood (yes wood). She buried (got it?) the once happily loud kingdom in brumes of silence. You may ask how ? (my conscientious readers) , well ,she told on the prince (NO) yes she did (NO, ….,NO EVIL WAY OF DOING THAT). And from then after the kingdom habitants were BORED to death because all the gossip stopped and the taking was confined to the eating chambers which were heated with a big furnace created by the evil queen to keep them from going there.

Our prince moved to the woods in attempt to stop the evil goddess’s doings. He gathered around him some of the very rare bright people in the kingdom, and started a movement to stop the evil queen. Their main weapon was their sense of humor and sarcasm. They had the plan of making the company (ehm… the kingdom) laugh at same time and therefore turn the evil queen’s ears into dust.

They stood up all together and told a really good joke that made every body laugh, including the ones who didn’t get it , yes , they were that powerful. The evil queen’s ears burst into flames and she started shouting. She died. But when CSI came , they realized that the queen didn’t die from the fire , she died from her own loud shouting which her ears could not bear and her brain exploded.

All the habitants of the kingdom returned to their boring everyday routine .

The end.

more people i hate

people who hit the "up" and "down" button when calling an elevator. is it really that hard to press up when you really want to go up, and down if you want to go down? pressing both will not save you time or make your life easier: if you're going up and pressed down, you will go down with the lift as well! so instead of waiting outside you will ride down, stop at all the stops along the way, then ride all the way back up. smart, right?

people who smoke inside an elevator. is it really that hard to stop that most disgusting habit for 2 minutes, especially that i don't want to inhale your fucking fumes?

people who cut in queues. i personally believe those are the lowliest of low idiots.

Hate, or.... well...... hate !

I started this blog because a friend suggested that I need an outlet : Here it goes : I really hate people , I do , and I "can" generalize because IT'S MY BLOG and because the percentage of people I hate is overwhelming.

I should start with "Starbucks Cruisers", and that doesn't mean exactly that ; I don't mean the people who visit Starbucks cafe , well I do mean them too but the concept is much more general . I mean the people living in Jordan and think they are living elsewhere , I feel an example will best explain what I need to convey : a Jordanian (born adn raized) "friend" of mine was explaining to us how she was really thrilled about going downtown JORDAN and eating Mansaf (calling it cool) , well sure you'd find this exciting , IF U WERE A FRENCH GUY LIVING IN BEVERLY HILLS FOR 4 YEARS AND THEN GOT TIRED OF LIVING SO CONFORTABLLY. I know foreigners who find this to be normal after living here for a WEEK. Why call them "Starbucks Cruisers" ? because these American Wanna Be's (AWBs) seem to have taken Starbucks as their headquarter ,why not ? american overpriced coffee , the american theme is all arround, and most of them seems to have every thing in common : " them BEING FROM THE GULF !!!!!!". I would love to see one of them holding a book , an american book, so that it fits the theme, instead of their "study on my laptop while looking arround" look.

Richard Nixon said :"Always remember others may hate you but those who hate you don't win unless you hate them. And then you destroy yourself." Well ..... everybody else won, I LOST BIGTIME.

I hate "Tails", I don't mean the "Sonic" character . Tails are people who follow other people or causes while having a groupy status of non-understanding anything and having the soul intention of winning or getting crumbs of what ever the "head" has won. I can think of many kind of tails but i'll have to minimize that number because the goal of this post is to hate not to give facts .

1. Social Tails : self explanatory , the ones that laugh at their "head" freind's jokes and hang arround him/her as extras in his play. Give me a break and get a life . Social tails are also the ones who try to hang out arround a hot girl, -if they were guys-, to have approval from her and therefore improving their social status from LOSER TO DICK.

2. Work Tails: you've seen them .... the guys that keep kissing their bosses ass until they're thrown a bone .

I hate girls with the "I'm so vulnerable and edgy , I'll cry when you say any obscene word or even imply any" attitude , well, f*** you, you sex craving ,pink flower loving, PMS sl**t. They can take it said and signed from their favourite movie stars ... but they don't take starred (***) in an email ! Lets face it some ideas are much better converyed obscened !

Why don't people start being themselves , so you'll get some judgements from other people , BIG DEAL , you are who u r .......

I HATE SMALLVILLE. OPERAH ,BOLD AND BEAUTIFUL , DR PHILL , RONALDO , MICHEAL JACKSON , THE ITALIAN SOCCER TEAM , MY JOB , Thomas E. Ricks ,Ron Clark , and American stupid CINEMA !!!!