• I want to blog, I don’t feel like it though.
  Ok, I’m just going to write things as they come to me.

• Been looking into buying a trailer, and living in one.
• The Mars Volta’s new album is nice, but … bit noisy at some parts.
• Work been a bitch but I don’t mind it as much as I used to … a new machine always eases the pain of working extra hours.
• KTM is dead, long live the writers who won’t stop bitching about it.
• Who’s up for a bloggers ghabgah, preferably a mixed one. Everybody bring a little of what they cooked that day and come over to my place. Chill, chat and taste the delights. Anybody?
• Yesterday, I was one of the two witness for my friends marriage. Will talk about the hilarity of it in another post.
• The Zutons’ “Valerie” is such a lovely song, but isn’t that “oooh oooh” part a total rip-off of The Rolling Stones’ “Sympathy For the Devil”?
• I can’t wait for my teaching career to start! My first class at SAE will start on the 4th of November. I will teach “Graphic Design For Print”.
• New Year’s Eve in Goa, Yes yes.
• ‘mbarak alaikum elshahar? Anybody?
• One album I can’t stand waiting for is Jarvis Cocker’s solo debut. “Cunts are still running the world” is leaving me wanting for more.
• See … I feel guilty blogging.
• For fuck’s sake, Where’s Gigi? Girl! Drop me a line or else.
• Ok, it’s like two-months-old news but my roommate moved out without letting me know.
• Today … my first day at the gym, feels great.
• Had a minor car accident (don’t you hear that way too much from me, it’s becoming boring) but I swear to god, it’s always their fault. It’s the third I might as well add.
• Bootyless, I miss you!
• Shurouq too.
• Do I check kuwaiti blogs recently? No.
• Where all these new blogs came from? can’t keep up, would somebody tell me the interesting ones that I totally gotta check out?
• Ok, I swear I’m doing something about the T-Shirts. Hopefully you will see something before the end of the year.
• Wait wait … I don’t want to post it yet … I got more to say, goddamit.
• Oh to the hell with it, I’m gonna post it.

This is going to be one hell of a long post, so maybe you want to go refill that cup of cheap coffee you been sipping. Keep on mind there’s no order for things here, I will write things as they come to me.

So my sister gave birth to her first baby, a beautiful baby girl. I’m already an uncle, so nothing’s new, except I’m a ‘khaal’ now. :p

I had a very stupid accident with my new car. very stupid, if only I waited. Anyway, I’m fine but the car was just … uh. That was, like, few weeks ago. I received my car yesterday from the dealership’s garage and nobody could even tell If I had an accident.

I’ve been getting bored of the way I stylize my facial hair. So I decided to shave the goatee and I chickened out when it came to the ’stache. I was thinking “Dude, You’re gonna see your father tomorrow” and although dad was one of the early supporters of the ‘fro, I’m not really sure where he stands on the whole mustache issue So I kept it. I looked like Ron jeremy for few days.

Yesterday, I just thought “Fuck it” and I went ahead and started shaving it. I didn’t want to spoil the surprise element, So I turned my back to the mirror. I finish shaving, I turn to the mirror and I go “Woah!” … maybe “shit”. My roomie instantly approved the new look but he said my hair gotta be down like that (It was wet, I just got out of the shower). I’m not really keen on his taste. So I waited eagerly till next day. At the office, everybody was like “daaamn”. They all told me I like younger. I guess the goatee was the reason why a lot of chicks though I was thirty something.

I still don’t have a connection at home, that’s why I can’t post much lately.

Been listening to some good music lately. You guys gotta check out Diplo’s mixtape with M.I.A titled “Piracy Funds Terrorism” I know it’s soo last year but I just managed to give it a listen and I’m glad I did. Man Man is also good if you like noisy, school-band-like, frank-zappa-ash kind of music. Shacti is fucking amazing too.

I missed two bloggers meetings in a row. April’s because I was in duabi for a conference (more on that later, promise) and May’s because simply I forgot. However I made it to this month’s. The regulars, this is becoming almost like meeting the familiar faces of your friends. I’m always ready for a surprise though.

The communication zone been busy lately, from the beach spike to the KREA awards but I guess those two deserves posts on their own.

My t-shirts are getting some kind of recognition, people been posting about them ever since I put that picture in the last post.

Ok, so somebody stopped me from writing this post and it didn’t end up as long as I thought it’s gonna be. peace.

OK, I need to write something here.
Lots of things happened recently. I feel like rambling, here we go again.

First of all, thanks everybody for the beautiful suggestions for the advertising-related blog Q and I about to start. We picked a name that was inspired by one of the suggestions. We don’t really have a winner here. The final name, the inspirational suggestion shall remain a secret till further notice. Thanks everybody. Also, It would be extremely nice if some people could remove the sticks up their asses, This will save them and us the pain we are going thru everyday.

Recently, God or whoever is in charge here is playing a game with me and it’s really freaking me out . Whenever I check the time, it always has to be something like 4:44, 3:33, 5:55, or even worse 11:11. This happens to me almost ALL the time and I can do nothing but wonder, WTF?

I made a deal with Mukan Café to sell my t-shirts there. You totally need to pass by that spot at some point in your life. Not only for my t-shirts but for the amazing, cozy and cool atmosphere of the place and the nice people who frequent the place.
Here are the directions: ( and no, I’m not gonna draw a map for obvious reasons :p )

You are on the fourth ring road, salmiya behind you. You’re just passing over the bridge over fahaheel highway. Stay on the right lane until you see a “sub road”, it’s parallel to the fourth ring road. You drive till you reach the theatre where this big poster of “kuwaiti fee al faloojah” will be on your right side. You take a right after the theatre. you go ’seedah’ for a lil bit then take the first right, then a left. Drive for, like, 100 meters and it shall be on your right side. You can see the bamboo fence or if you come at night you will see the red neon sign (how classic) “Mukan”.

Don’t be afraid when you step in a small room suspecting you trespassed somebody’s house. Say hi, order your drink from john and somebody will guide you. It’s fun, unless you’re an antisocial.

Talking about social stuff, I’m sorry my fellow bloggers for not commenting or for my lack of chatting with you my msn buddies, or yahoo buddies for that matter. I’ve been juggling lots of random small projects and few big ones recently and the last thing I wanted to give a fuck about was blogging. I hope you understand. Also, I apologize for each an every person who ‘tagged’ me, I’m sorry.

Did I mention I’m really happy going back to my freelancer’s lifestyle?

Did I mention I might move to dubai? more on that later.

Shit, fuck that … I’m not gonna continue this … I have a meeting in two hours, better get my shit ready. See guys later.

I’m supposed to post this, like, 3 weeks ago. Anyway, here we go again. Take a deep breath and read.

Last week I wrote this: Today I left work late, I finished a whole campaign (conception and design). The creative director said something really nice, ‘I will only share with you the glory, other than that it’s your baby’.

There’s only one coffee shop/ restaurant close to where I work. On my first visit I think I saw a blogger who kept giving me looks and shit (yes that guy who got his picture on his profile, I think it was him) and to my surprise there was an anonymous reader of my blog who surprised me later on that night by telling me that s/he saw me and I was wearing that green t-shirt and so and so.

It seems like this spot is a very ‘gez’ hot spot, today while I was stuffing my face with that smoked turkey sandwich there were two ‘monaqbat’ but they weirded the hell out of me. When I entered the place there were two chicks in black however their faces were visible, however, by the time I got my order and I settled on my table I noticed the chicks were replaced by a couple of face-covered ninjas.

Now I’m eating and reading the paper and I lookup and I see one chick with a covered face but the other is not. I was like ‘huh?’ I went back to my paper and ate the rest of the sandwich when I was done I looked up again and I saw that the two chicks exchanged places and the face-covered chick uncovered her face and vice versa. All the while I was like ‘WTF?’ ‘What’s happening here?’ ya know … I mean what are covering exactly? I just saw your face, which isn’t that good BTW … but when you put the niqab I might get fooled by how sexy your eyes might have looked. (so that’s how it works here, hmmm).

Of course they made me feel like a piece of meat starring at me all the time and giving these wicked smiles when their faces were uncovered … fucking tricky (not like they can avoid starring at me, it just comes with the tata). I knew I had the chance to get them both if I wanted, I just didn’t want to degrade myself to their level.

***

The right button on my PC’s mouse is not working and I’m supposed to be used to the one button mouse (being a mac user and all) but you have no idea how much it sucks to use one button in windows.

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I was invited to a bedouin wedding recently. It rocked (with all the 6eeran and the samree band), there were also some improvisational tribal crazy-ass bedouin dance where a 20 something men make a circle and start saying stuff like ‘hayoh hayoh hayoh’ in a very weird way and there are some random people screaming short screams similar to war screams more like monkeys. There would be two guys inside the circle carrying swords and doing some moves, they were pulling some awkward facial expressions. I myself did some sword dancing too (outside the circle) it was fun.

What’s with people coming up to you and start fixing your ghetra without your permission? I was like ‘just tell me there’s something and I will fix it’, It’s rude and no you’re not doing me a favor you’re just making me look more stupid, thanks. It’s just like another guy fixing your tie without asking for your permission. Gay? Well, there were men everywhere, only men but it’s also bedouin, so … yeah dude that’s in jahra so … oh whatever.

Of course there was few gun shootings here and there, which I still can’t understand. I mean people are happy and enjoying the company and this asshole is shooting this gun he can hardly control and scaring the shit out of them. One more thing I can’t understand how many assholes stand around him, ‘look at me look at me, I’m a bad ass I’m not afraid of all this shooting. look at me I might get shot right now but I don’t care because I’m this stupid’.

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A while ago I got this ‘blogger invite’ to be a member of this new blog called ‘A whole lot of gerger’. I tried to access the blog but I think it was deleted or something. I wonder who’s behind this blog and why do they want me to ‘gerger’ with them.

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YES there was a celebrity blogger, and he even signed my moleskine. He wrote ‘The Best Bloggers’ Whatever that meant, I didn’t ask for something specific and he seemed out of ideas. I didn’t feel like asking him to write something else, I was kinda embarrassed for asking him to sign in the first place.

I was shocked that this guy is a blogger, I mean he’s soooo not blogger if you know what I mean. I got a lot of questions asking what kind of ‘celebrity’ he is. Well I can tell you that, He’s famous in the arab world and he’s known in europe in certain circles. I can’t give more hints than that, he was concerned about his Identity and he wasn’t willing to share it with people he never met. I respect that and so should YOU.

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On a funnier note, I almost drove over this guy the other day and thanks god, he noticed the car. I dunno where he were looking but he stepped back to the pavement. Now the funny part, I somehow recognized his face, he looked so familiar. The following conversation took place:

me: 7amdelah 3ala el salamah
him: allah yesalmek
me: ta3aaal … a3rfek entah
him: … (huh?)

we shake hands

me: Are you a blogger?
him: No (very assuringly)
me: mashee … ya36eek el 3afyah

Did you notice?

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Few reasons why my new job kicks major ass:

1- Fairouz is pumping almost all the time.
2- There’s a big ass library full of vintage graphic deign books, shit from the seventies and eighties. This is like a dream come true. ( gotta read them all) I will try to take pics of the covers and some inside pages sometime soon (within a year from now)
3- No restaurants around (except for that coffee-shop). One more reason why I should make my own ‘healthy’ food at home and bring it with me.
4- I get to do all the fun/ creative jobs. Story-boarding, copy writing, Illustration and conceptualizing for ad campaigns in addition to all the regular duties of a graphic designer.

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Thanks to everybody who commented on that ‘art post’, that was fun, we all should do this sometime soon. Next time you should respond to the replies I made to your question. I will just take silence as an agreement with the points I made. Also, the beautiful people who dedicated a whole post for me, big thanks for the free publicity and hey *psst* (when Gigi signs her comments with questioningly, it only means one thing … she’s waiting for answers).

***

I was working on some juice packaging project with a fellow designer, he’s lebanese, I asked him what are the fruits we’re supposed to make options according to. he said ‘laymoon (lemon), ananaas (pineapple) and teffa7 (apple)’ so I started working on them. By the time I was almost done with them he goes ‘laaa’ … ‘laymoon hellow, moosh 7amed (sweet lemon, not sour). I was like ‘huh?’, he explained, ‘bord2aal … orange’. I said ‘you told me lemon’ (with a blank face) then he was like ‘oh yeah we call it lemon too but we differentiate it by saying ’sweet’. I wasn’t really mad, actually I laughed my ass off on the whole thing.

Nice guy, he just need to stop listening to 3asee el 7ellani.

***

The meeting was cool, the usual, we sat and talked and had fun. I noticed something, once we leave (usually all together at the same time) we meet down the parking and start another meeting and start discussing stuff again.

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The other day, on my way to work, I got a flat tire. It wasn’t ‘flat’, it was totally torn. Thanks god there were some mechanic nearby. So after changing the tire, I continued my trip to the office. I was about to take this roundabout when this guy with a big ass car drives in front of me, I had to stop, the guy behind me crashed into my car. It wasn’t major ‘crash’ but I didn’t know that till I got off my car and checked it out. I asked him to stop, he did. I was like ‘7amdellah 3ala el salmah, 3asa ma shar …. feekum shay?’ … and he said ‘no’ … so I was looking at my car, and checking it out and he was like ‘zain eshtabi al7een?’

Can you imagine? He actually said that.

End of the story, I had to let him go … there was no point in wasting our time and there wasn’t really any serious damage. Also there was no point of teaching manners to someone who had dried sa3abeel (saliva) on his mouth and a project of a growing beard.

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Two days ago, I got the most weird SMS.

” ‘7u6bat 3aysha esha3ah “

I was lik ‘huh?’ but I thought it’s a wrong number case.

I coudn’t resist and I replied with

7elfay, min sijjich?

Of course they didn’t reply. :p

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can you believe I’m using Mac OS 9.2 at work?

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I finally upgraded to tiger, don’t ask me how it went cuz I have no idea. While installing the thing, I got a message saying there’s scratches and finger prints on the CD, which might not be safe to install from. Threre were an option to ignore this message and continue, which I did (I don’t have access to any other copies). I reached, like, 50% of the installation process and I got a message saying I will have to restart and try installing again, which i did. Tried it again, got the same message.

So I gave up and decided to put the whole upgrade on hold till I get a better copy or maybe an original one. I quit the installer and I got asked which disc should i use to boot next time the computer starts working. There were the DVD I was installing from and the HD which somehow got renamed to Mac 10.4 or something like that. I choosed the HD and … data … you got tiger.

It’s kinda glitchy but it’s working. I will have to do a proper upgrade, one day.

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Oh my god, you reached this line? Get a life, Write a post, watch some porn and save the world.

It’s been a while since the last ‘ramblings’ post, and I feel like rambling so let’s go.

I realize I have some white hair in my ’stache, beard and sometimes head. “Elkubur shain” but check this out … I just discovered I have a relatively very long white hair on my chest. what the hell does that mean? and what will happen if I plucked it out.

You guys should pick up this week’s issue of the arabic Newsweek magazine. They have this really nice feature on the 43 most influential people in the middle east. It’s not really numbered but nancy ajram tops the list. Three Kuwaitis only made it to the list, Abdullah Rowashed, Waleed AL Awadi the filmmaker, and shaikha Amthal alsabbah.

Mabrook for my kuwaiti sisters winning half the battle. Actually that’s not even the half, is it?

Oh yeah, I met the girl from the last post (the chemistry girl) again today, thanks to some ‘asking around’ I knew she would be in this place. I came with friends and I couldn’t really find her in the crowd. She came up to me and said ‘hi, do you remember me?’ I said ’sure’ and we continued chit-chatting. I sat behind her (the row behind her you perv) after she introduced me to her mom *wink wink nudge nudge* and her friend.

Her mom is a really nice lady, heard good things about her and for some reason she seem to be famous. Also she hang out in the same places where I hang out (dar al athaar), isn’t that nice? Also, her mom said the most interesting thing, she said ‘flanah (her daughter) was really happy to meet you’ or something like that. Apparently the girl talked with her mom about me, Major ‘Hmmmm’.

So the day before I was dying to get her number and now after she mentioned something about the design of my card I act really cool and I decide to hold my horses and not ask for her number, Which I kinda regretted later.

I know this girl will leave the country next year to study, I’m not sure I want to get emotionally attached to someone I might not be able to see in a year or so.

Also the clothes she was wearing made her look way younger than she looked at the party, I felt like a pedophile for a second. Maybe she was wearing this because her mom was around.

I think that ‘chemistry’ was nothing but that vodka, however and after a very encouraging talk with a friend of mine, I might take the next step and ask her out.

Talking ’bout vodka, where is it when you need it?

Are you guys sure you don’t want the chickens and the cock? (aham sahy el cock)

I think I’m developing a big ego. I was thinking of making a tata botata fan club. (exactly, WTF?) I blame you all for this. Check this story out … So I email this obscure, unfamiliar [to me] cafe here in kuwait asking for directions, and they were like ‘afaaa, how come a funky person like don’t know where our cafe is, ask you blogger buddies’.

So apparently all of kuwait saw me at that rally, not ‘all’ only the people I want to meet. Anybody up for meeting a beardo?

Also, Some anonymous readers are adding me and they are like ‘dude you got fans all across the country’ and ‘how do you make your hair do that thing?’. Don’t you just love them?

Fan Club … I mean c’mon I’m that famous now, I deserve one, right? mo? mo? mo? Yeah I thought so.

Ok, I’m still working on the T-Shirts. I made a little focus group, thanks for the people who were in and reported back to me and another BIG ASS THANKS to those who didn’t and hey don’t even think of trying to make it up and do it now … sorry, I changed the passwords.

Also, for those who were in the focus group, I hope you didn’t share the images with anybody else. Please these ideas are between you and me, Ok? Mmmwah I love you all.

I think I know which Tees to start with now. Stay tuned to this page for more info on the tees.

I already mentioned how the white stripes’ “ball and biscuit” rock my world especially with the killer solos. So I’m in my room rocking to it and doing air guitars and stuff, when I reached this point where I have to jump (you would know what I mean if you’re into rock and rocking) and what do I see in front of me? my bed. So I was like *me bouncing* … 6aaa’7. I couldn’t help but break out in a major laughter. Piece of crap. I slept on that broken bed and the next day I felt like I was ran over by a truck.

Just removed the bed from the room, more space, However I will sleep on the floor until further notice.

Ok I don’t want to sound very sensitive to music and stuff (although I AM) but I was listening to um kalthoum’s “Entah 3omry” and I felt a tear down my cheek as I was singing along with her. I’m not sure this song has any nostalgic meanings to me. However, I called this old dear friend of mine after that and asked to meet him. I haven’t seen the fucker in ages.

Do you know that I’m 100% sure I will (one day, one day) I will release an album? AND it will rock your world.

It’s been really really long time since I saw a good movie, or a shitty movie for that matter. Oh BTW I will be in the production crew of some movie which will be produced totally here in kuwait, can’t reveal more information but I will suggest blogging to the director.

Did I ever mention how much I hate using the word ‘movie’? It sounds very degrading compared to ‘film’ but since some ‘films’ are not shot on film anymore. I think I will use both.

Talking of movies that are not shot on traditional film rolls, Isn’t ‘Sin City’ going to be the coolest thing ever? Trantino is there for crying out loud. Can’t wait for it to hit our theaters so I can ignore it and wait till they release it on DVD.

If you feel like eating kunafah, baqlawah and bothah 3arabyah all at once at 2 AM. Please resist, it’s not good … not good at all. ‘a friend of mine’ tried that and ‘he’ told me that it’s not good at all. What the hell I was thinking?

Oh my god … you actually reached this line, get a life. It’s people like you who make kuwait the place it is. Do something useful, burn one of these fake plastic trees.

Wednesday – The Bloggers Meeting:
On the phone, I step in the coffee shop (second cup) I do a quick scan and I Identify one blogger yet I don’t make any move (because I’m not really sure). I order my cup of coffee and I go and sit in one of these circular seats in second cup upon nibaq’s recommendation.

Bloggers start coming in one after another, the place gets crowded and LOUD. I didn’t even expect this much people would come for the meeting. Some people registered last minute and I didn’t even know they are coming, It was nice really.

List of the people who came:

Nibaq: The geeky guy in the green t-shirt who was talking about video games on Atari and commodore 64, Also known as the godfather of Kuwaiti bloggers.

Sam: The American guy (not bitzer) … nice photos in his blog.

Beatnik: The hyper, crazy and beautiful girl who came with two guests and kept on fighting with me to get the pen.

Forzaq8: the guy who was so shy to ask me if I was the bloggers meeting dude or not, he viewed my profile with my picture to get my attention. So I was like ‘dude, this is me … are you here for the meeting?’.

Shadyq8: the guy who had the pen when Beatnik and I were looking for it.

Busynow: The quite dude who came with one guest.

Q: The guy who used to live near the psycho who killed his daughter.

Goliath: Controversy Wearing a ghetrah and e’gaal.

Tata Botata: The weird guy who was taking notes.

Thursday: The Hook up Day:

It began when I went to pick up Muslim Artist to go for lunch at Wasabi. She Introduced me to this nice, good-looking chick from her work. We didn’t talk much but I sense some good vibes and MA told me that she’s shy and stuff. It was a pleasant surprise to find out that desert girl was going to wasabi to with her buddy NAZ. Although she was kinda sick she managed to crack us up few times.

I wasn’t feeling good after the lunch so I’m not sure I will try any Japanese food anytime soon. ‘Muslim Artist’ told me we are going to meet this guy that I shall refer to his as ‘D’.

He’s one hell of a guy, he teaches at the cinemagic thing at bayt lothan. We went to ‘Coffee Beans Tea Leafs’ and I had a ‘Black Forest’ Upon M.A.’s recommendation. We chilled at the coffee shop for a while chatting about … yes, Films and Filmmaking.

His roommate ‘C’ Came with us and he was kinda quite, Ok, TOO QUITE. When he talks it’s like he’s talking to himself, so there was a lot of ‘huh?’, ‘what?’ and ‘come again?’ .

Nice people.

So we got kinda bored after talking too much about movies and stuff and MA kept asking me ‘what are we gonna do now?’, ‘Take us to someplace where we could have some fun’. I did coupla phone calls and I got the same tired line ‘Dude, Three’s nothing to do here in kuwait’.

Some people suggested i take them to a sheesha place but non of us is a smoker. Other people suggested Dubai (but that was a joke). So I took them to a place where I know they will have ’some’ fun, Virgin Megastore. After that I dropped the guys and MA home.

I was already dead tired but I thought ‘hey what the hell? go check what your jahrawi friends are up to’ and so I did. They were playing cards (kout bu setah) and watching a movie. I totally didn’t like it there, so I left the camp.

I reached home and I was getting ready to go to bed, I thought maybe I can check my email before going to bed. I had one of those really long chatting sessions with a new blogger friend, It was fun.

Friday - The Friday Market:

So I promised the guys and MA to take them to the friday market. I called MA up and she was like ‘I’m not sure if I’m gonna make it so you guys just go and have fun. maybe I will go next week’.

We went to friday market, and I went all nostalgic because it’s been a while since the last time I was there. The official friday market is kinda boring, the real shit is the ’souk el musta’ mal’ (Used Stuff Market). The first thing we saw was where they sell all these used clothes, I really wanted to check them all out but we didn’t have the time. We moved on to the part where they sell the electronics and some other random stuff.

Here’s a list of stuff I bought from Friday market:

• 
  X-Rated Paperback: The cover design was really cool and I didn’t realize it was x-rated untill the guys were reading it out loud in the car. I laughed my ass off while ‘C’ was reading it with the necessary sound effects and funny accents. He can be nice. 250 Fils.

• 
  Original Playboy glasses from the seventies: They go really well with the haircut, I can’t believe I got them this cheap. 250 Fils
• Yamaha Keyboard PortaSound PS-3: I don’t even know if it’s working or not but I’m sure some dope cheesy sounds will come out of it. 1 Dinar

After friday market I wanted to take them to souk el mbarkyah, Because ‘D’ wanted to buy dates. So I asked him ‘want to go to a place where you can try as much dates as you want before actually buying?’ so he was like ‘Dude, Yeah.’

M.A Called us and told us that we are meeting at desert girl’s for pizza and a movie, so we cancelled our dates thing and we went there. Just before that were chilling at D&C’s Place, listening to music and playing cards. They taught me ‘Crazy Eights’ and ‘Bullshit’.

The movie wasn’t that good but hey I’m here for the pizza. I also met some of desert girl’s friends and NAZ’ friends. It was nice evening, really.

Ok … ok … I gotta write something here.
Ok … yeah, ok. The Bloggers meeting was cool, no really.
I think everybody wants to know who came and who didn’t. Shadyq80, Nibaq, Moodless, Hamad and yours truly, that’s it. I met shady an hour before the official meeting to talk about ‘something’ (basically 7ash). After almost two hours, we were joined by hamad and moodless who was kinda shy to ask me ‘sorry, is this tatabotata?’. I’m telling ya, those guys would be totally lost without my afro which was really gorgeous that day, Also I was wearing turtlenecks … I was fabulous, dahling, the only missing thing was my aviators.
Later on nibaq joined us and he gave me my first moleskine (thanks a lot dude, I really appreciate it). We talked about lotsa things that I can’t remember right now but they were mostly ‘nerdy’ as shady said in his post.
Hamd and Moodless decided to leave first, they seemed like they have other plans too. We stayed talking till 11 or so, We didn’t even notice that the guys are closing the coffee shop. We decided to go and have dinner somewhere, We went to 99 resturant which is really nice … amazing shawarma and the only restaurant I know serving French fries in a dish similar to the ‘hommes’ one.

Few weird things happened while we were there. Two Beardos came in and sat in one of those round corners of second cup and one of them turned the little screen they have off BECAUSE there was a music channel on. I mean for fuck’s sake there was a big ass screen and some relatively loud music and you still can hear it. Why are you here in the first place?

Bunch of guys (3-4) came in, gave me a look, talked to each other and left. They might as well come and suck on my mean cock Just like any other blogger who came unannounced just to watch us from a distance.

Totally Unrelative:

Check out the magazines section in sultan center, one of the best collections … better than Virgin’s and Kuwait bookshops’. I was amazed to find magazines like SPIN, ICON and OH MY GOD … DAZED AND CONFUSED. However the prices were really high. I mean like 70% Higher than the real price of the magazine.

Listening to: John Mayall – Ain’t no Brakeman (on this Train)
Drinking: Tea (my 3rd cup so far)
Feeling: Warm, farty and bad cuz I missed today’s lecture, I over-slept but It was totally worth it.
Wearing: long sleeved white undershirt and a white O’zaar.

I have a request for everybody, I used to have this habit of asking people (who know me) what they liked about me and what they don’t … It gives you the chance to see things you have never seen about yourself and it’s also good for self improvement and stuff. So whether you know me in real life, you met me once or you know me only from the blog or msn, tell me the things you love and the things you hate about me. I promise I won’t be offended and if you know me really well, you would know that I won’t.

Anonymous Comments are more than welcome as long as they are constructive.

You guys gotta listen to Suzanne Vega’s “Caramel”, There’s something ‘fairouz-ian’ about this song that makes me listen to it all day on repeat. It’s on right now and it was on when I jumped the pavement. Also it was on while we fixed the car.

Yes, I had a car accident few days ago … I was sms-ing “somebody” while I was driving at 120 km/h. That’s when I heard that strange sound, when I looked up I saw a very unusual sight … The butter: I got off the pavement but I notice the weird way the car was moving. I parked the car on the right and I got off the car to see what happened, Three tires were totally torn and the rings were damaged too. Ok, that’s it … I don’t feel like talking about this anymore.

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Remember the fabrics I bought a month or so ago? One of them was lying around in my room when I was looking for some underwear to wear that’s when I got the idea of wrapping this cloth like a towel (O’zaar). I gotta tell you I never tried wearing one of these things before but dude … Very Comfortable stuff. Your things are dangling all the time and air can reach between your legs … makes you feel free and fresh (and sexy). The only thing bothering me about them is, I have to adjust and re-wrap it every 5 minutes.

So I was looking for the other fabric I bought with that one, and guess where I found it? I found it with mom and she was trying to mimic the cut of one of my t-shirts. Totally on her own, I didn’t even ask her to do anything (she’s into tailoring). Awww … Isn’t that just sweet? Isn’t that why moms rock in the first place? She made me two t-shirts (when I thought I can only make one with this much fabric) … although she didn’t like them I totally loved them, they have this ‘indie’ look to them and they are begging for my magic (designey) touch on them … they gotta wait though. I already started tracing a sketch I did a while ago on a t-shirt by actually stitching on the t-shirt. It will take time to be done (if it’s ever going to be done) It’s very tiring and boring but it really rocks.

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So there were no chicks at all in that course, well, there’s one but she’s mu7ajabah and all freaked out of guys that she sits in the last row all the time just to avoid being close to any one of ‘them’. But hey who gives a fuck about chicks when we have some learning to do (me!) … It’s fun and the guy is very old and very experienced (in this game since ‘71) and although he talks in Arabic all the time and he use Arabic technical terms but it’s all ok with me because I studied in Arabic all my fucking life and from Egyptians ba3ad so it’s totally no problem. I already know all the things he told us so far (they don’t know what kind of a filmmaking geek I am) except the history stuff which was fun by the way. We begged for him to tell us the English translations of any technical terms he mentions in Arabic but obviously the guy have a problem in English (although he teaches in the American university of Cairo, would you please give me a fucking million exclamation marks here).
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Hey you, why you didn’t tell me any ‘salamat’ or ‘ ‘7a6ak il su’ although I sent you a message right after I had that accident? Hey you, thank you for the inspiration … a red ‘shmagh’ looks really cool with some navy blue t-shirt. Hey you, don’t be lurking around my blog without letting me know … I know it’s fun for you but it’s not funny when I start talking about the things I did to your sister. So tell me about you know about my blog … منعاً للإحراج. Hey you, why do you seem to be ignoring me lately, I would love to know where did I fuck up. People learn from their mistakes, you know. Hey you, although you seem very addicted to my blog you don’t comment as often as you should, why? Do you find me boring? Then why you keep on coming back?

I don’t really celebrate thanksgiving but SheWrites Inspired me to wite my list of 50 things I am grateful for this thanksgiving. Here goes the list …

01- Internet
02- Music
03- Friends
04- Being Me
05- My Blog
06- KDD Kulfi Ice-Cream
07- Green things
08- My Big Brother
09- Interesting Clients
10- That girl
11- My Mac
12- The Shins
13- My Mom
14- Cheap CDs
15- Misc. Random Magazines
16- Aramex
17- Karen O
18- Thin black women who can really fucking sing.
19- For not saying “I want to quit” anymore.
20- Fruity Loops
21- Cool Edit Pro
22- Hawalli
23- Cell phone still working
24- The car too
25- Being young? (although I don’t feel young anymore)
26- Caffeine
27- My Band, The Tater Tots
28- Educated People
29- Random Individuals who rock (in their own way)
30- Stylish People
31- My ‘Music’
32- Free Porn
33- Fake Friends (made me learn a lot of things about life)
34- My Afro
35- Quentin Tarantino
36- Dark Empty Places
37- Jack Black
38- Girls are still giving me the ‘looks’ (but I guess it’s the afro).
39- Random SMSing
40- Google.com
41- The Dot Com Boom.
42- My little brother’s sense of humor
43- My Camera
44- Masuimi Max
45- Ignorant People
46- My Shitty Speakers
47- The Fucked Up States of America
48- Fusla People
49- My PT
50- God

Today after I dropped my friend home and on my way back home I saw the moon. I was on the 7th ring road (dark and empty) and the moon looked so beautiful, Full and round. I don’t really care if today was 13th or the 14th of the hejri month, honestly, I don’t feel like fasting one more day … till next Ramadan at least.

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Ok, I wrote that yesterday at 3 am or so, then I left Word open and I drank 3 cans of Red Bull (full of sugar for those who care to know) to get ready for the photo shoot. Before drinking them I was like “damn, I really can’t do it. I had a really long day and I think I have to cancel the whole thing” but after drinking them I was doing air guitars to Danger Mouse’s Remix of Jay Z’ “99 Problems”.

My two photographer friends and I went to few locations in jahra. First we went to sha3byaat (AKA Taymaa) and we were lucky that it was really early and nobody was out there. Then we went to the ‘dead forest’ I told you about earlier. The sun wasn’t really good so we stopped shooting and decided to do this again some other day, especially that we didn’t get the chance to shoot anything in ‘sha3byaat’.I think now I have more time to check out more locations out and maybe even discover new ones.

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The other day I saw this chick while I was in this Chinese restaurant. She came with her mom and her big sister. She looked like one of those chicks from Suicide Girls (no piercing, no similar make-up and as far as I saw no tattoos) but my point is she had the potential to be one of them. Why the hell am I saying this? I have no idea … I just saw a picture of Brody Dalle in a magazine which was hot hot hot. Maybe that’s why, I guess.

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Now I have this unbearable pain in my jaw (I guess it’s my teeth), I’m off to the dentist.

I’m not going to say “oh, I’m sorry that I didn’t post anything in awhile…” Cuz it’s not an obligation and I never promised any one to keep this blog updated on daily basis however I will try to update you on what’s going on tatabotataville:
(In no particular order)

• I Just finished a big project and I hope things will go well in the printing press, I’m really scared that they might fuck things up.

• Got ALL of my proposed designs for the Identity of a new pan-Asian fast food chain REJECTED. They are not really “MY” options I just did the art direction part but the concepts were done by another Architect (friend of mine). I think we have the chance for a second round but I’m not sure it’s really worth it cuz we will be competing with this “Architect From Chicago” and as far as I know the owner got “3oqdat el frinjah” or whatever they call it and he will say yes to any thing designed by that “Architect From Chicago”.

  BTW What’s with Architects doing graphic design? I know they studied the same stuff as graphic designers study and every thing, but can’t you just stick to designing buildings? Why do you want to take over our business? Amunki, don’t take it really personal, okay. :p

• Yesterday I invited friends to this fancy show-off restaurant that we wouldn’t go to normally. The reason? The menu was designed by yours truly. The waiter said that the people really liked the menu and it’s much nicer than the previous one.
• I found out that I have a thing for “7adaag” I really enjoyed it and I’m going to do it again tomorrow (hopefully).
• So I just got the chance to see Amelie. What an amazing movie. What I loved the most about it was the cinematography, It was done in a very professional way. The Colors of the movie as a whole, the slow pans, the fast spins and simple yet effective Visual FX.

  I also saw Connie And Carla, I will just give it three stars and a half out of five. One movie to avoid: Garfield.

• I Finally used Bluetooth to connect my PC to my Mac. I can share files now but I have to figure out how to share the net connection.
• Did you notice the shades? Sure thing you did.
  So what do you think?

Damn, this post took forever … I have a feeling that I can add more news and updates but I just can’t remember.