sigh

I will miss you

The Poor Deers

Fans of Goldfrapp are called "Deers". Why? I think it fits just right in the string of Alison's obsessions with woodland creatures and children's books. The deers like to make their own videos on the music. Unfortunately, non of it is any good - but I mean let's give them a break. You don't get to dress up your cousin Tiffany everyday and make her mime Alison's musical wisdom.

Here are the stuff:

it's about fucking time!

Well I've deserted this blog for almost 5 months now - the last thing I said was obviously January 2009. I was just hoping that I would desert this blog until it crumbles down and doesn't exist anymore, and I doubt it has any sense of readership now - but I might as well give it a slap in the face.

A lot has been going on, I'm now wrapping up my Masters and will be heading back to Jordan after taking a road trip in Iceland! I know, how exciting. I lost my host plan, so that means I lost hosting for my website. I'll leave you with photos that sort of illustrate what's been happening, a visual summary!

c'est tout!

my two cents

It seems that all what we try to do on the internet regarding Gaza doesn't seem enough - I feel at my utmost uselessness in years - and believe me, I've been through a lot of unproductive pointless months. But this is just a slap in my face and I can't do anything about it.

We prayed, We shouted, We marched, We donated Facebook statuses, We cried, We hated, We debated

I chose to express my feelings towards the situation with two images I made, they might not be good enough but they say what I want to say...

Feel free to redistribute and use anywhere - no need for permission or crediting.

christwhat?

ok, a big fat question that I've been trying to find an answer for...

if the birth of Baby Jesus brought the beginning of the Anno Domini to this world, why are tinsel and mince pies shoved in your face on the 25th of December?

I didn't just ask the question, ever since the days I was happily the Coca-Cola mascot in my school... (Being fat gives me privileges, kids)

Anyhoo,
Merry Christmas
عيد ميلاد مجيد
(Glorious Birthday)

shoes

Arabs are loving the shoes fad, from an unlimited number of Facebook groups referring to the Bush-shoe incident with the Iraqi Journalist (or shall I say, Shoeist), to Caricatures (cartoon 1, cartoon 2, cartoon 3, cartoon 4, cartoon 5, more cartoons) to blog posts and even a whole Blog!

But now it's taking another turn. Shoes are becoming a statement, and lately protests against apartheid in Palestine are replacing stones with shoes. So does that mean that the term "اطفال الحجارة" is no longer in and updated? Should it be replaced by "اطفال الكنادر"? Even Islamists are calling out Arabs to hit Israel with Gaza siege-breaking shoes - now these are the kind of shoes I want to wear.

What fascinates me is that how we got to witness a lot of things that became hyped up and staples in popular culture. I'm sure the number of references to it will surpass the amount of the video uploads of it on the net by at least mid 2009. Let's just sit back and watch another trick to become the essence of the morning chat.

Shoes on the other hand, have a very profound existence in media, here are few of them:

and of course...

But my favourite, is definitely the remix that mashes up the last one mentioned above (Kelly's Shoes) and the Bush incident:

PERFECTION

meen akalhom?

Being the fat person I am, both Eids to me represent mostly the consumables, and hence the cards I create.

عيد اضحى مبارك
Happy Eid

The Epitome of Realisation

I came to a dead end, to a place I no longer realise what should I do with my life or which path I should be taking. I had a lot of dreams, but they were dying slowly with my forcing myself into something I'm not into.

It was a horrible struggle, I did not know what to do. Ending my life was a very appropriate solution. Until I met this person, that shed light (and some tumbleweave) into my life. Who is she? She's the second coming of the holiness, She's the queen of the glossy paper, the tear-jerking primitive fierce creature, She's the ugly beauty, the one that smiles with her eyes, takes responsibility for herself, brings the petroleum jelly dreams to reality and of course makes an open invitation to all the people in the world to have a lush intimate experience with the cellulite-filled behind.

The Tyra

In the summer, Tyra made it clear that anybody who got their dreams come true should thank a talk-show mogul (or just a mogul) for inspiration, and inside your guts wish for their death for your reign over American television. But you also have to thank your mothers for their sweating and excreting salty fluids from their bodies, don't forget boys and girls - it's all about your mama's sweat that will get you to places.

Plus, Tyra educates me of the different kinds of asses:

1. Dimply
2. Fuh-lat
3. Jew-see
4. Bootylicious
5. Skinney
6. Jayglee
7. Saggy

Oh and by the way, all these are fat! ;D

what can make your day

towars the end of it?

A spamward from "Blaza Abu Shehab", and I swear I'm NOT misquoting!

I mean, who could be annoyed of such nostalgic comeback of the "tob" quality candy that have a very high probablity of making you lose your jaw control. Good stuff, why don't you support them and get your self a 'tin' of it - I mean, it does look like a white cheese tin? sa7?

tolerance

no, it's not ok for you to listen to Britney Spears

no, no point of arguing. It's WRONG
Jesus HATES you.