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Saturday, October 28, 2006
For Sale
Since this blog is on its way to slow death, i thought i might as well make something out of it .
So i'm selling it, one post at a time .....

Choose a post and make an offer/bid .
If you win, you gonna be declared its rightful owner and own all the copyrights ....
The actual scrap torn out of my notebook would cost you extra !

C'mon people .
Show me the money !

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Monday, October 23, 2006
ظنون
استرقُ السمعَ . أتقولُ شيئاً ؟
سكوناً تركعُ الرياحُ عند قدميه خانعةً


أنادي اسمُك . أخالك تلبى ...
انْ لا يواسينى صدى أليف فى صدرى الأجوف لظننتى أصم
انْ لا تبوحُ لى الأشياءُ بأسرارٍ ائتمنتها أنت عليها لظننتك أبكم
انْ لا تدمعُ عيناى من سطوةِ وجودِك لظننتُ ... ظنوناً

أربتُ على رأسِك فلا تبتسمُ
و أزرعُ أظافرى فى لحمِك فلا تدمى

باسطٌ أنت كفّيك
فحفرتُ
فيهما قدماى خطوطاً و طرقات أشبه بالمتاهات
فعِشتُ دهراً أخط سطوراً فى هوامش
أتخبط فيها بِلا عنوان

أجدُ فى الظلام ملاذاً
و التمسُ فى ضلوعى مأوي
و أغمضُ عيناى رأفةً بحالهما

عشتُ دهراً
أكتمُ أنفاسى
فلعلك مررتُ من هذا الدربِ و لم تلحظنى ؟

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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Kafka On The Shore
" According to Aristophanes in Plato's The Banquet, in the ancient world of legend there were three types of people .
In ancient times people weren't simply male or female, but one of three types : male/male, male/female or female/female . In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people . Everyone was happy with this arrangment and never really gave it much thought . But then God took a knife and cut everyone in half, right down the middle . So after that the world was divided just into male and female, the upshot being that people spend their time running around trying to locate their missing half . "

" And why did God do that ? "

" Divide people into two ? You've got me . God works in mysterious ways . There's that whole wrath-of-God thing . All that excessive idealism and so on . My guess is it was punishment for something . As in the bible . Adam and Eve and the fall and so on . "

" Original sin "

" That's right . Original sin .
Anyway , my point is that it's really hard for people to live their lives alone .... "
 
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Saturday, October 07, 2006
The Dawn Of The Dead
It has been brought to my attention today, not once or twice but 3 times, how totally inconsiderate and utterly rude my remarks could sometimes get .
I have, however, always been aware of the existence of the problem ... probably just not in grasp of its full magnitude .
My lack of primitive social skills had always hindered my act in the past and rendered me rather socially challenged and a deadly menace to both tact and taste .
For years and years i had helplessly roamed the spaces of common courtsey and civility miserably failing to sense the slightest hint of gravity .
I then grew accomodated to their absence and after years of lingering in limbo they completely fell into oblivion .... And God knows i weeped and mourned them and desperatly and repeatedly tried to resurrect them until i finally ended up officially declaring them both MIA .
I then for the sake of fellow human beings condemned myself to years of observation and monkey-see-monkey-do training that seemed to have polished my touch and tarnished my image for a while and might have fooled the untrained eye into believing that i had burried my obnoxious odious self six feet under and lost the map to the coffin .... but every now and then the dead wake up from their sleep and walk the earth and i become haunted again .

And even tho today i have secured an extensive network of good loyal friends that i have coached into ignoring the occasional awakenings of zombie-me, poor complete strangers and potentiel co-existents may occasionaly get caught in the line of fire making them subject to my unmerciful attacks .
And even tho today i'd open the car door for my date and later on i'd pick up the check, i still consider zombie-me, when he does make an appearance, a hazard to gentlemanhood and gallantry .... jeopardising any feeble shot i might have at establishing and sustaining any sort of a human-like affection or relationship and imperiling any far-fetched chance that might offer itself to indulge in a good old fashioned male-female sexual activity .

I really don't know why in my head it sounded OK to suggest to a girl that her bum might or might not look big in a suit pant ... even tho she has a derriere i had been specifically grateful for in the past and that just the mere sight of which still brings warmth to my veins and causes floods of testosterone to inundate every single cell in my body sending it into sweet sexual toxemia .
And i really don't know why i felt compelled to point out to a girl that her hair makes her look a bit like "mozee3et ma7aleyat" when she enthusiastically inquired about my opinion on her new haircut .

Girl #1 suggested that i probably had never spoken to a woman before .. and i can't blame her ..... even tho in my head i know i have come a really long way since my all-boys school era and i have, i shit you not, indeed spoken to at least a 100 girls ever since ... some of them even twice .

In my opinion, one rude inconsiderate unthoughtful remark or insult could never be totally counteracted by a sea of compliments and good deeds .
It's like the pickle in your burger .
It's its acid sour taste that will sting and linger in your mouth long after the pleasant taste has subsided .

I really have no authority over it .
I just burp shit like that and i don't seem to be able to restrain myself .
But i know that it partialy has to do with my rather chilled laid back nature and my high threshold of taking offense .
If i was at the recieving end of any of the 2 previous comments for instance, i would hardly be offended at all really .
It takes much much more to elicit a response from my side .
I'm very sporty and i just don't get worked up easily .
I'd rather save my energy and passion to things that matter, things that i actually care about .
But just because i'm "not normal" it doesn't mean that everyone is not either right ?
That's just utter stupidity !

When asked about what i expected from a friend or a lover, i always promptly replied that they should primarly be able to make me feel good about myself .
Today i learned that i often, if not always, fail to deliver, and it makes me wanna kill myself .
In my wild uncontrolled verbal escapades i apparently end up hurting a lot of people who are very dear to me .
People that i'm fond of .
People that i genuinly like .
People that i love and cherish .
People that i hold nothing towards but sincere appreciation and respect .
Potentiel lovers and potentiel friends .
Potentiel people in my life ... and i simply can't get enough of those .
And the simple fact that i seemingly have no control over it is as lame an excuse as the act itself : I have learned to tame my bladder, it's rather pathetic i can't leash my tongue .

If you're reading this, i'm sorry .
 
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Monday, October 02, 2006
Did i mention it's over ?!
 
posted by Maxxed`ouT at 2:37 AM | Permalink | 18 comments links to this post
It's All In The Genes
My mom folds a kleenex in such a way that allows her to to use it for four blows .
She'd blow her nose once , put it back in the box , then later re-uses it . Four times .
It used to annoy the living hell out of me .
I used to secretly think she's cheap .
It's just a goddamn kleenex . Blow your nose once and throw it out woman !
When i confronted her she stood her ground and said that her technique was very legitimate since it allowed her a clean dry blow at every time .
I was never convinced tho and always felt strongly about the kleenex-fold-out .
The other day my dad asked me for a tissue .
I digged in my bag and gave him one .
He looked at it then he was like : Hey .. you do it just like your mother !
I bummed hard . Real hard .

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The N Effect
N : i hate technology!
كاف : why
كاف : i think its hot
N : 3ashan mesh 3arfa a transfer my pics and music
to my laptop off my ipod
N : gggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
كاف : why cant u transfer them
N : becuae it doesnt do what it says it should
كاف : you might wanna show it some cleavage
N : lol
N : yoo oooh
كاف : i'm serious ..
كاف : machines have souls too
كاف : try it
N : mashy
كاف : did it work ?
N : lol
N : bas ya ebny ba7awel arakez
كاف : you're such a loser ..
N : ma3lesh
N : sebnalak el winning
كاف : so you're like reading the instructions and stuff
?
كاف : manuals are for suckers ..
N : no
N : now i am tryint to istall office
N : mawdoo3 tany aslan
كاف : how is that goin' ?
N : fashal
N : akhbar masr eh?
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كاف : ana haru7 a3mel cacca
N: uuuffffffffffffff
كاف : i'm just sharing
كاف : would u prefer it if i didn't ?
N : yes i rather you didnt
كاف : i think it's pretty intimate
N : lol
كاف : but you're too shallow and uptight to realize it
N : balash ba2a trying to find meaning fil cacca
7ata dah
N : even i dont do that!
كاف : it's not the cacca
كاف : it's the symbolism of the act
كاف : i need new friends .....
N : +o(
N : i think you do
كاف : any recommendations ?
N : i dont have any friends who find intimacy in
cacca calendars
كاف : that's a bummer ..
N : yeah, life's a bitch
كاف : indeed
كاف : i'll go
N : k
كاف : i had koronb for iftar
كاف : ishal fashkh
N : 7aram 3aliek
N : ra3eeny
كاف : aktar men keda ?
كاف : ok
كاف : wish me luck
كاف : sa3eeda
N : lol
N : ciao k
 
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