I have been thinking about something for quite some time now. There are some readers of this blog who know my real identity and because of it, I sometimes find it difficult to say or discuss some things. Such as my dangerously extreme personal political, religious, and social views/opinions etc. So, I think I've have come to a decision that I will start another blog, where I will try to remain extremely anonymous as long and as best as possible. I'm not going to end this blog, but I think I will not be able to contribute much to it anymore. Maybe sometime in the future, on a rare occasion, I'll post about something now and then.
Recently, I've noticed that there is sort of a darkness growing inside me. With each passing day, I feel it changes me, where, my privately held opinions and beliefs become stronger and more rigid. And I can no longer tolerate anyone else's dissenting views. Especially in regards to discussions I have with people, where I want to tell them, either accept my way or expect to be ruined.
Anyway, the next thing to do would be to create a new gmail account and think up of a new cool user and blog name.
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Life Update: 25 February 2007
Just got done with my exams. Results will be out on 9th March. To tell the truth, I don't think I'm going pass in all the courses because they all went bad. This was the worst semester I went through (academically speaking) in all my days in Australia. Either I'll go just over or below the passing mark, that's how close I'll be cutting it. I have this gut feeling that I'll be enrolling next term again. Unless some miracle happens! Say, like the Uni IT department, where they store all the student records catches fire and burns down. Yeah, only then.
Something has happened
Something has happened. I don't know if I should ignore it and move on or deal with it in a way that I haven't figured out yet. I wanted to blog about other things. But, whenever I sit down to write about them, the very thought consumes my mind.
There are some regrets, maybe unfounded or otherwise. But, definitely something is missing inside.
There are some regrets, maybe unfounded or otherwise. But, definitely something is missing inside.
Thursday, December 7, 2006
Finally Graduated!
I have reached a new milestone in my life and its the one I was trying to reach for many years. I passed my final semester coursework and therefore; graduated. The reality of the situation didn't sink in yet. But, its beginning to now as the graduation ceremony date is drawing near and me having to go picking up my graduation regalia just yesterday. Years ago when I started college, this day seemed like light-years away. I feel like I've climbed the mountain top and "I'm king of the world baby!". Maybe I could have been more excited if I didn't have to enrol in the post grad program right afterwards and above all in the summer semester, damn it! Well, at least this post grad endeavour will be all over in 8 weeks time.
The next thing to do after graduation would be to apply for immigration. I just can't believe that by the end of next year, I'll be an officially recognized immigrant. My residential status won't depend on me going to school and enrolling full-time. After this I can just take off, sit at home, and do nothing without having to worry about being deported out of the country to a homeland I never knew in the first place. Hell yeah! Heres sticking it to the man!
I feel like I'm ready to take on the world. I have had these ideas looming in my head for such a long time. Over the years, I have become more confident and reassured that it can be done. Look out world, here I come! I used to have a very narrow/local outlook about my future plans. Thanks to this fancy western education and exposure to the outside world. Now my sights are set on a more broad/global objective.
I like to take this opportunity to give out a loud FU to those totalitarian Saudi bastards for keeping me down all those years. It was tough enough being born and raised in a foreign country, but, that didn't mean they had to make it even tougher by destroying my future prospects. I might not have gone to a fancy school or spoke Arabic, or been one of those famous frustrated middle-eastern youths that the whole world seems to have come to know about, or I just didn't know any better, or had any real talent. But, that doesn't mean I deserved to be treated like a 2nd class citizen. Thank God I made it.
Then I like to give out another loud FU to America. I been to the belly of the beast and saw through the fake smiles. After living there for years I have come to know that the system is rigged and designed to suck the life out of the poor, minority, and the hopelessly stupid so that the elite can live the high life. Well, the tables are finally turning and you had a good run, and now through your own wicked ways you have destroyed yourselves. Good luck in Iraq, not that it will help.
Note: If I sound like an incoherent evil genius in this post then don't read too much into it. Its probably brought on by the much repressed excitement.
The next thing to do after graduation would be to apply for immigration. I just can't believe that by the end of next year, I'll be an officially recognized immigrant. My residential status won't depend on me going to school and enrolling full-time. After this I can just take off, sit at home, and do nothing without having to worry about being deported out of the country to a homeland I never knew in the first place. Hell yeah! Heres sticking it to the man!
I feel like I'm ready to take on the world. I have had these ideas looming in my head for such a long time. Over the years, I have become more confident and reassured that it can be done. Look out world, here I come! I used to have a very narrow/local outlook about my future plans. Thanks to this fancy western education and exposure to the outside world. Now my sights are set on a more broad/global objective.
I like to take this opportunity to give out a loud FU to those totalitarian Saudi bastards for keeping me down all those years. It was tough enough being born and raised in a foreign country, but, that didn't mean they had to make it even tougher by destroying my future prospects. I might not have gone to a fancy school or spoke Arabic, or been one of those famous frustrated middle-eastern youths that the whole world seems to have come to know about, or I just didn't know any better, or had any real talent. But, that doesn't mean I deserved to be treated like a 2nd class citizen. Thank God I made it.
Then I like to give out another loud FU to America. I been to the belly of the beast and saw through the fake smiles. After living there for years I have come to know that the system is rigged and designed to suck the life out of the poor, minority, and the hopelessly stupid so that the elite can live the high life. Well, the tables are finally turning and you had a good run, and now through your own wicked ways you have destroyed yourselves. Good luck in Iraq, not that it will help.
Note: If I sound like an incoherent evil genius in this post then don't read too much into it. Its probably brought on by the much repressed excitement.
Play List: 8 December 2006
- Stereophonics - Mr. Writer
- Theory of a Deadman - Santa Monica
- Breaking Benjamin - Forget It
- Breaking Benjamin - Rain
- Breaking Benjamin - Simple Design
- Breaking Benjamin - So Cold
- Tracy Chapman - Fast Car (White Label Club Remix)
- Jem - 24
- Lucky Ali - Jab Teri Yaad Ati Hai
- Sandi Thom - I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker
Monday, August 28, 2006
Video: Braveheart Funny Trailer
One hilarious Bravheart video. Watch the real Braveheart trailer before watching this.
Wednesday, August 9, 2006
Song: Hotel California
by The Eagles
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes Benz
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
She calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine
He said, We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibies
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champaign on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
Relax said the nightman
We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes Benz
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
She calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine
He said, We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibies
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champaign on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
Relax said the nightman
We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
Song: Teri Yaad Jab Ati Hai
by Lucky Ali
Teri yaad jab aati hai
Meri ankh bhar jaati hai
Tum tou bichre youn mil mil ke
Khaab toote hain is dil ke
Yehi gham mujhe satai ga
Phir tu laut ke na aaye ga
Phir bhi tere aane ka intezar karta hoon
Pyar sirf tum se
Pyar sirf tum se, pyar karta hoon
Main ne wada tou nibhaya tha
Soncha kabhi na sataya tha
Phir bhi jane anjane mai kahein
Tera dil tou na dukhaya tha
Kaisa dastoor hai jana
Sabh kuch jaan ke hai sabh seh na
Pyar tujh pey jaan nisar karta hoon
Pyar sirf tum se
Pyar sirf tum se, pyar karta hoon
Sunle sada
Sunle sada
Sunle sada
Sunle sunle-o
Sunle sada
Sunle
Teri sehmi sehmi batoun mai
Khoya chund mulakaton mai
Aaye nazar woh sare makaam
Tera pata yaad hai na naam
Yeh dil tujhe na bhoolaiye ga
Kya tu phir se laut aaye ga
Mai tou kudh ko beykarar bar bar karta hoon
Pyar sirf tum se
Pyar sirf tum se, pyar karta hoon
Pyar sirf tum se
Pyar sirf tum se
Teri yaad jab aati hai
Meri ankh bhar jaati hai
Tum tou bichre youn mil mil ke
Khaab toote hain is dil ke
Yehi gham mujhe satai ga
Phir tu laut ke na aaye ga
Phir bhi tere aane ka intezar karta hoon
Pyar sirf tum se
Pyar sirf tum se, pyar karta hoon
Main ne wada tou nibhaya tha
Soncha kabhi na sataya tha
Phir bhi jane anjane mai kahein
Tera dil tou na dukhaya tha
Kaisa dastoor hai jana
Sabh kuch jaan ke hai sabh seh na
Pyar tujh pey jaan nisar karta hoon
Pyar sirf tum se
Pyar sirf tum se, pyar karta hoon
Sunle sada
Sunle sada
Sunle sada
Sunle sunle-o
Sunle sada
Sunle
Teri sehmi sehmi batoun mai
Khoya chund mulakaton mai
Aaye nazar woh sare makaam
Tera pata yaad hai na naam
Yeh dil tujhe na bhoolaiye ga
Kya tu phir se laut aaye ga
Mai tou kudh ko beykarar bar bar karta hoon
Pyar sirf tum se
Pyar sirf tum se, pyar karta hoon
Pyar sirf tum se
Pyar sirf tum se
Song: Tu Kaun Hai
by Lucky Ali
Kahan se tu aati hai
Kahan ko tu jaati hai
Sapnon ko sajati hai
Apnon ko ley jaati hai
Baaghon mein jab behti hai
Kaanon mein kuch kehti hai
Aati hai nazar nahin
Saanson mein par rehti hai
Hawaa hai pawan hai
Vayu hai, purvaaee hai
Jeevan hai, jaan hai, ya parchaayee hai
Lene aayi hai ya kuch mere liye laayi hai
Poochoon na mein kya tujhse
Kahan se tu aayi hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu jab chalti chalti badal
Jhok jati tu girtey patte
Tu kehti to diye jalte
Tu rukhe, dil dil se milte
Sagar ki lehron mein lehraati hai tu tul-tul
Patton ke paayalon mein lati khen-khen
Khat-khat koi nahin aisa ek jhoka hai
Kuch hai, such hai, ya tu ek dhoka hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Kahan se tu aati hai
Kahan ko tu jaati hai
Sapnon ko sajati hai
Apnon ko ley jaati hai
Baaghon mein jab behti hai
Kaanon mein kuch kehti hai
Aati hai nazar nahin
Saanson mein par rehti hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Kahan se tu aati hai
Kahan ko tu jaati hai
Sapnon ko sajati hai
Apnon ko ley jaati hai
Baaghon mein jab behti hai
Kaanon mein kuch kehti hai
Aati hai nazar nahin
Saanson mein par rehti hai
Hawaa hai pawan hai
Vayu hai, purvaaee hai
Jeevan hai, jaan hai, ya parchaayee hai
Lene aayi hai ya kuch mere liye laayi hai
Poochoon na mein kya tujhse
Kahan se tu aayi hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu jab chalti chalti badal
Jhok jati tu girtey patte
Tu kehti to diye jalte
Tu rukhe, dil dil se milte
Sagar ki lehron mein lehraati hai tu tul-tul
Patton ke paayalon mein lati khen-khen
Khat-khat koi nahin aisa ek jhoka hai
Kuch hai, such hai, ya tu ek dhoka hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Kahan se tu aati hai
Kahan ko tu jaati hai
Sapnon ko sajati hai
Apnon ko ley jaati hai
Baaghon mein jab behti hai
Kaanon mein kuch kehti hai
Aati hai nazar nahin
Saanson mein par rehti hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Tu kaun hai
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
An Online Chat Session With Abdusalaam Al-Hindi
Abdusalaam: Mai row raha hoon
Knightmare: So how about them Red Socks?
Abdusalaam: Huh?
Abdusalaam: What Red Socks?
Knightmare: Did ya watch the game last night?
Abdusalaam: Did I ever?
Knightmare: Wha happen?
Knightmare: He he he
Abdusalaam: To Zidane you mean?
Knightmare: Yep
Abdusalaam: The Italians did their black magic on him. They've been known for that kind of stuff.
Abdusalaam: They turned him into a Billygoat
Knightmare: The Red Card didn't make any difference in the game. It’s anybody's luck in the PSO
Abdusalaam: That's what I’ve been saying.
Abdusalaam: But, Zidane ruined his legacy as a great player
Abdusalaam: People will only remember the last part
Knightmare: it's the Argentinean we should be blaming
Abdusalaam: How so?
Knightmare: He missed the kick
Abdusalaam: Oh you mean Trezeguet
Knightmare: Yeah him
Abdusalaam: Yeah, that's the thing. He misses the penalty kick and everybody is blaming Zidane
Abdusalaam: Blame Trezeguet or Barthez. But for god’s sake don’t blame Zidane
Knightmare: Maybe they all think that Zizou might have performed some miracle in the last minutes had he not been sent off
Knightmare: There are some serious rumours going around that Materazzi called him a "dirty terrorist" and that set him off.
Abdusalaam: Yeah I know. But, come on, if he couldn't do it in the first 100 minutes what you expect in the last 10. He's human after all
Abdusalaam: I heard something like that myself. I hear he said something about him being Algerian or something along that line
Knightmare: It would be great if it turns out to be true and Fifa takes the cup back from the Italians
Knightmare: ....as a punishment
Abdusalaam: But let's say if he did say the vilest of things to Zidane, he should understand by now after such a long career in football that it is only meant to get a rise out of him. They are trying to get his mind of the game. It’s a tactic.
Abdusalaam: No that is not going to happen
Abdusalaam: There is no way a cup would be taken back
Knightmare: Yeah, ok but, imagine that really happened after all the anti-racism campaign Fifa put up
Abdusalaam: Even then, there is no way that would happen
Knightmare: With the right combination of events and support anything could happen
Abdusalaam: It's wishful thinking
Abdusalaam: But I like the fact zidane got the player of the tournament award.
Knightmare: "wishfull thinking"? That’s just your slave-mentality talking
Abdusalaam: SHUT THE F UP
Knightmare: Only a house-slave thinks like that
Abdusalaam: And only a field rat thinks otherwise
Knightmare: Only a house-slave calls a field-slave that because he has got no spine
Abdusalaam: And only a wet-back field-rat would say something like that because of all that sun he gets during the day.
Abdusalaam: The heat has his brain fried
Knightmare: I'm out here in the trenches taking all the shit from the master, sleeping in the pest infested barn, eating from what I have grown with my own hands, while you eat the scraps from the master's table. have some dignity.
Abdusalaam: How about the master's foot up your ASS for dignity
Knightmare: "Dignity", thats just mere word to a gutless sell out like you.
Abdusalaam: Okay this insane tirade of yours is getting lame by the minute
Knightmare: What? couldn't find a comeback?
Abdusalaam: Yes Knightmare, I am speechless infront your genious. I surrender to you oh great one.
Abdusalaam: Have mercy and let me be
Knightmare: Confess your crimes heathen and seek refuge in the lord's favour!
Abdusalaam: Whatever massa
Knightmare: So, how those DVDs coming along?
Abdusalaam: Nothing there yet
Abdusalaam: It is going to take some time
Knightmare: When you gonna start?
Abdusalaam: It is not high on the priority list
Abdusalaam: So it's like whenever
Knightmare: So...what IS high on the list?
Abdusalaam: Ah, let's see... sleep, food and shit in that order.
Knightmare: That list is no different than of any animal’s list
Abdusalaam: And you're suggesting there should be a difference?
Abdusalaam: Knightmare, what are we if not mere animals.
Knightmare: Shut up, you’re a mere animal!
Abdusalaam: Aren't we all Knightmare, aren't we all
Knightmare: Abdu you just got served.
Abdusalaam: Served hot and sizzling. No what will I ever do. How would I face the world?
Abdusalaam: Woes me
Knightmare: You can always go back to your slave-mentality niche
Abdusalaam: Okay I'll go back into my house-slave hole and think everything will be alright.
Knightmare: ...and nibble on the master's scraps while you think about it
Knightmare: This time you got served charred
Abdusalaam: I'm reading somewhere that Zidane got his nipple twisted by Mazaratti and that is what pissed him off. You can see his hand on Zidane's chest but, it is hard to say for sure.
Knightmare: Maybe, but, Zizou gave a smirk right after the "alleged" nipple twisting and I don't think that’s what pissed him off.
Abdusalaam: Yeah that smirk might be in order to hide the pain. Not necessarily that he thought it was amusing
Knightmare: Man, just talking about it is amusing
Abdusalaam: For you it might be. But not for Zidane in the middle of the field in front of billions of people
Knightmare: ...getting his nipple twisted. Yeah, maybe you’re right.
Abdusalaam: So is there anything new on TV?
Knightmare: Nope, they only show the left over scum of all the American TV shows here in Aussieland
Knightmare: Moreover, after it has gone off-air in America
Abdusalaam: I was reading somewhere, that this time around; only 1.8 million people were watching the world cup in USA. And I bet half of those 1.8 million people were Mexicans.
Knightmare: I wouldn't be surprised.
Abdusalaam: I should mention that 1.8 million on ESPN
Abdusalaam: Because Telemundo was also airing the world cup
Knightmare: ESPN is a cable channel right?
Abdusalaam: Yeah
Abdusalaam: And if you compare that to the Super Bowl, it is 85 million
Knightmare: Ahhh, let them live in their bubble.
Knightmare: If it doesn't involve their uniformed boys and girls, they're not bothered
Abdusalaam: I hear ESPN will be showing the eurocup in 2008
Knightmare: Interesting...
Abdusalaam: Tell me about it
Knightmare: Funny how they refer to their killing machines as boys and girls. Did ya notice?
Abdusalaam: You mean the soldiers in Iraq?
Knightmare: Their Soldiers period.
Abdusalaam: That is an interesting observation
Abdusalaam: Jon Stewart had some A-hole soldier from Iraq on his show. This was the first time I did not like Stewart’s interview. He was too respectful of his guest.
Abdusalaam: On his show today
Knightmare: How could he? If he did not show his patriotism/nationalism there then, that would have been his last show.
Knightmare: America is not ready for that kind of reality TV
Knightmare: Of course they're perfectly alright with the carnage and suffering in Iraq but, a disrespectful comedian is where America draws the line.
Knightmare: So how about them Red Socks?
Abdusalaam: Huh?
Abdusalaam: What Red Socks?
Knightmare: Did ya watch the game last night?
Abdusalaam: Did I ever?
Knightmare: Wha happen?
Knightmare: He he he
Abdusalaam: To Zidane you mean?
Knightmare: Yep
Abdusalaam: The Italians did their black magic on him. They've been known for that kind of stuff.
Abdusalaam: They turned him into a Billygoat
Knightmare: The Red Card didn't make any difference in the game. It’s anybody's luck in the PSO
Abdusalaam: That's what I’ve been saying.
Abdusalaam: But, Zidane ruined his legacy as a great player
Abdusalaam: People will only remember the last part
Knightmare: it's the Argentinean we should be blaming
Abdusalaam: How so?
Knightmare: He missed the kick
Abdusalaam: Oh you mean Trezeguet
Knightmare: Yeah him
Abdusalaam: Yeah, that's the thing. He misses the penalty kick and everybody is blaming Zidane
Abdusalaam: Blame Trezeguet or Barthez. But for god’s sake don’t blame Zidane
Knightmare: Maybe they all think that Zizou might have performed some miracle in the last minutes had he not been sent off
Knightmare: There are some serious rumours going around that Materazzi called him a "dirty terrorist" and that set him off.
Abdusalaam: Yeah I know. But, come on, if he couldn't do it in the first 100 minutes what you expect in the last 10. He's human after all
Abdusalaam: I heard something like that myself. I hear he said something about him being Algerian or something along that line
Knightmare: It would be great if it turns out to be true and Fifa takes the cup back from the Italians
Knightmare: ....as a punishment
Abdusalaam: But let's say if he did say the vilest of things to Zidane, he should understand by now after such a long career in football that it is only meant to get a rise out of him. They are trying to get his mind of the game. It’s a tactic.
Abdusalaam: No that is not going to happen
Abdusalaam: There is no way a cup would be taken back
Knightmare: Yeah, ok but, imagine that really happened after all the anti-racism campaign Fifa put up
Abdusalaam: Even then, there is no way that would happen
Knightmare: With the right combination of events and support anything could happen
Abdusalaam: It's wishful thinking
Abdusalaam: But I like the fact zidane got the player of the tournament award.
Knightmare: "wishfull thinking"? That’s just your slave-mentality talking
Abdusalaam: SHUT THE F UP
Knightmare: Only a house-slave thinks like that
Abdusalaam: And only a field rat thinks otherwise
Knightmare: Only a house-slave calls a field-slave that because he has got no spine
Abdusalaam: And only a wet-back field-rat would say something like that because of all that sun he gets during the day.
Abdusalaam: The heat has his brain fried
Knightmare: I'm out here in the trenches taking all the shit from the master, sleeping in the pest infested barn, eating from what I have grown with my own hands, while you eat the scraps from the master's table. have some dignity.
Abdusalaam: How about the master's foot up your ASS for dignity
Knightmare: "Dignity", thats just mere word to a gutless sell out like you.
Abdusalaam: Okay this insane tirade of yours is getting lame by the minute
Knightmare: What? couldn't find a comeback?
Abdusalaam: Yes Knightmare, I am speechless infront your genious. I surrender to you oh great one.
Abdusalaam: Have mercy and let me be
Knightmare: Confess your crimes heathen and seek refuge in the lord's favour!
Abdusalaam: Whatever massa
Knightmare: So, how those DVDs coming along?
Abdusalaam: Nothing there yet
Abdusalaam: It is going to take some time
Knightmare: When you gonna start?
Abdusalaam: It is not high on the priority list
Abdusalaam: So it's like whenever
Knightmare: So...what IS high on the list?
Abdusalaam: Ah, let's see... sleep, food and shit in that order.
Knightmare: That list is no different than of any animal’s list
Abdusalaam: And you're suggesting there should be a difference?
Abdusalaam: Knightmare, what are we if not mere animals.
Knightmare: Shut up, you’re a mere animal!
Abdusalaam: Aren't we all Knightmare, aren't we all
Knightmare: Abdu you just got served.
Abdusalaam: Served hot and sizzling. No what will I ever do. How would I face the world?
Abdusalaam: Woes me
Knightmare: You can always go back to your slave-mentality niche
Abdusalaam: Okay I'll go back into my house-slave hole and think everything will be alright.
Knightmare: ...and nibble on the master's scraps while you think about it
Knightmare: This time you got served charred
Abdusalaam: I'm reading somewhere that Zidane got his nipple twisted by Mazaratti and that is what pissed him off. You can see his hand on Zidane's chest but, it is hard to say for sure.
Knightmare: Maybe, but, Zizou gave a smirk right after the "alleged" nipple twisting and I don't think that’s what pissed him off.
Abdusalaam: Yeah that smirk might be in order to hide the pain. Not necessarily that he thought it was amusing
Knightmare: Man, just talking about it is amusing
Abdusalaam: For you it might be. But not for Zidane in the middle of the field in front of billions of people
Knightmare: ...getting his nipple twisted. Yeah, maybe you’re right.
Abdusalaam: So is there anything new on TV?
Knightmare: Nope, they only show the left over scum of all the American TV shows here in Aussieland
Knightmare: Moreover, after it has gone off-air in America
Abdusalaam: I was reading somewhere, that this time around; only 1.8 million people were watching the world cup in USA. And I bet half of those 1.8 million people were Mexicans.
Knightmare: I wouldn't be surprised.
Abdusalaam: I should mention that 1.8 million on ESPN
Abdusalaam: Because Telemundo was also airing the world cup
Knightmare: ESPN is a cable channel right?
Abdusalaam: Yeah
Abdusalaam: And if you compare that to the Super Bowl, it is 85 million
Knightmare: Ahhh, let them live in their bubble.
Knightmare: If it doesn't involve their uniformed boys and girls, they're not bothered
Abdusalaam: I hear ESPN will be showing the eurocup in 2008
Knightmare: Interesting...
Abdusalaam: Tell me about it
Knightmare: Funny how they refer to their killing machines as boys and girls. Did ya notice?
Abdusalaam: You mean the soldiers in Iraq?
Knightmare: Their Soldiers period.
Abdusalaam: That is an interesting observation
Abdusalaam: Jon Stewart had some A-hole soldier from Iraq on his show. This was the first time I did not like Stewart’s interview. He was too respectful of his guest.
Abdusalaam: On his show today
Knightmare: How could he? If he did not show his patriotism/nationalism there then, that would have been his last show.
Knightmare: America is not ready for that kind of reality TV
Knightmare: Of course they're perfectly alright with the carnage and suffering in Iraq but, a disrespectful comedian is where America draws the line.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
The United States Of Fascist America
This is what I see whenever I look at the American Flag now a days.
Play List: 24 June, 2006
- Audioslave - Like A Stone.
- Audioslave - Be Yourself.
- Falguni Pathak - Maine Payal Hai Chhankai.
- Cher - This Is The Song For The Lonely.
- Jojo - Baby It's You.
- The Kids - We Will Rock You (Pub Evian Remix).
- Utada Hikaru - Passion
Friday, June 23, 2006
Video: Matrix Trailer
The Matrix is my favorite movie after Braveheart. I had to watch the Matrix twice to fully appreciate it's various themes, motifs, and concepts. But, I never got to watch the trailer before I got to watch movie and since then I always wondered what the trailer would be like. So, last night I searched the trailer for the first matrix movie and uploaded on YouTube. And this is it. Nice trailer for such a complicated movie.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Deus Ex Machina
It has been a long time since I’ve blogged about anything. I wanted to blog but, there isn’t anything left to blog about. It’s not that I have nothing going on in my life, there is plenty in my life to blog about and that is the problem because it is about my life. For me to blog about my life, I would have to disclose personal details such as my true identity. Of all the blog entries I’ve posted, I spent a lot of time making sure that I can say the things that I want to without compromising my anonymity. And now, I feel as if that very reason has become a major intellectual block for my blogging. I’m beginning to think that disclosing my true self would be intellectually liberating.
Right when I started this blog, at the back of my head I knew that someday for one reason or another I would have to eventually reveal my true identity and I think that day is upon me now. I think Boz also might have gone through the same thing and later on decide to reveal himself as Charles Dickens. But, the problem now is that I have said and written things on my blog that I’m not sure I want people I see everyday at my work or any other place to know about. I’m very confused regarding this issue and would like other peoples’ thoughts on this, particularly those who know who I really am.
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