So I've been reading flimsyplastictoys.blogspot.com by the ever amazing Mazloum, and when he put fiction in today I realised 2 things, I haven't written a short story in about a year or so and that I can't write fiction like he does. I don't know how to explain it but I have a different approach to how I write things.
So I decided to copy and paste some old piece that I think I didn't show to people and fish out comments and see where to go from there; so without further ado:
the water bubbled under the hot stove, boiling temperature finally, he added the salt and broth and stirred intently, he always liked to add the salt later and the broth just adds an extra kick. it always needs an extra kick, flavour is what it's all about. he poured the pasta into the now murky boiling water and watched it soften under the intense heat.
spaghetti always reminded him of Carla, such long strands of thick hair flowing to their own rules not bound by what ever binds the rest of the world. a good spaghetti flows endlessly, and refuses the fork's binding making eating it as well as cooking it an art to behold.
to properly make a spaghetti it has to be cooked for a certain time, overcooking it would lead to a limp soft mess and undercooking it would just be crunchy. it's all in the flame, if you balance the flame all works. Carla had a flame of passion that one had to endure. if it's one thing she has more than the world it was passion, dive in without caution and you would burn into a hapless mess, and she'll throw you away, limp and defeated. turn it down and you undercook her love, as she walks away you would hear your semi raw heart crunching in pain.
cook it for the right time though and you'll enjoy the surge of flavour that would always want you coming for more.
Then comes the sauce, warm and red like Carla's blood, flowing and unforgiving,, overwhelming. a good sauce is rich and thick, for a proper Bolognese meat has to go in there, ground meat. The richness came from the butter. Richness, thickness and meat, those three factors were what reminded him of his voluptuous lover the most. She was full by all standards, full of life, full of laughter, full of passion, full of lust and full of figure.
He always felt like her curves spoked to him, begging him to embrace them for eternity and never let them go. whenever he left her he would always want to come back. The essence of Carla are what made his restaurant so special for it's spaghetti. it beckoned the people to come in for more. The smell itself drove grown men mad, and made women drool. Carla was no exception many a man and some women claim to have been taunted by her sensual temptation.
they never have enough of her, he for sure never did. her memory still haunts him today, he pours it out into his cooking, but a broken heart never truly heals now does it? Spaghetti was the first dish he ever truly learned how to make, and Carla, well, she was the first woman he ever truly learned how to love. He serves up the spaghetti and looks at his next order, chicken parmesan, great choice, Bianca, now that's another story for another time.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
I would rather dignify that with a response...
This is so fucking cliche...
"I haven't written in a while" I didn't know how else I could've started this, but it is, in fact, the truth.
The procrastinator that I am I wasn't able to do a lot of things for a while, and being a reactionary person and not a truly proactive one I am doing this in response to a friend's blog.
You see when someone you deeply care about goes into an existential dive that tears him into bits and throws him to the dogs of self loathing, one is expected to lend a hand and a hot beverage; that's what friends are for anyway.
Because when you are knee deep in life's shits you tend to not notice the beauty of it all and the truth of how wonderful everything is, and how much I am rambling on not getting to the fucking point.
Anyway that certain person accused himself of being a sedentary peripheral lifeform with the ability of being agreeable. That couldn't be the farthest from the truth.
He failed to recognize that one of the reasons he is a man of few words, is because he is a man of many thoughts. One that measures every word carefully before sending it out to the world. That sense of perfectionism (of which he dubs fear of mediocrity) which separates him from the other (of which I am one of them) the shotguns words around and watches what sticks and what doesn't.
A keen observer that likes to have all the angles before doing anything.
Agreeable he is anything but. That man is the most strongly opinionated person I've known. He will have an opinion about something and stick to it regardless of whatever comes his way to sway him. A man who's opinions I personally Value so much over everything else, and I actually feel a sense of pride to see him grow into this person of such great thoughts and opinions not to mention taste (I have known him for a while and he has truly evolved from a mere awestruck explorer to veteran trendsetting trailblazer).
He's too far deep into his head to notice the impact he has made into so many of our lives (Especially mine) that he feels a sense of lack of accomplishment. Maybe the physicality of this accomplishment is not to his liking but then again all great artists thrived for more which made them achieve said physical accomplishments.
it's just the fact that he's been conditioned to function in a certain manner for so long that it is taking him a while to break through the mold and become fluid again. This adaptation from that 20 year old goal of "an education" in this new goal of "achievement" (whatever that means). The conditioning and parental laws have had a deep altering effect but I think he has gained something we could all use.
DISCIPLINE
That unwavering sense of duty once a task is at hand, overcoming distractions and procrastination. if any of us had half of that the amount of shit we can accomplish is endless.
But here's the thing, no one looks at himself as this great saviour of mankind, which is why he can't see his talents that set him apart from people (which I haven't mentioned here, not all of them at least). I think I'm a crappy artist/writer and know I'm not much of a musician or a comedian yet that doesn't stop me from pursuing it and pushing myself to do it. For some reason I honestly cannot explain, some people love what I do so I play along and let them enjoy it. it's the pushing forward that makes us get better, one will have to achieve the mediocre to overcome it, you can't go from failure to success without passing through mediocrity. Life is a step by step kinda deal.
It's all a matter of perspective in the end, I believe the mark he has left in all of us is too great to deny. it's just at this point when he sees some people has what might resemble some sort of direction or purpose he doesn't really notice that they're just fighting the tides trying to make sense of everything that's happening, just like him. So all he has to do is just look forward, find a comfortable spot to aim for and just swim in that direction. because life is like a hard flowing stream of fucking useless analogies that have no purpose but to end this entry so I can go ahead and do something with myself(I meant get back to work no masturbate you fuckers)
"I haven't written in a while" I didn't know how else I could've started this, but it is, in fact, the truth.
The procrastinator that I am I wasn't able to do a lot of things for a while, and being a reactionary person and not a truly proactive one I am doing this in response to a friend's blog.
You see when someone you deeply care about goes into an existential dive that tears him into bits and throws him to the dogs of self loathing, one is expected to lend a hand and a hot beverage; that's what friends are for anyway.
Because when you are knee deep in life's shits you tend to not notice the beauty of it all and the truth of how wonderful everything is, and how much I am rambling on not getting to the fucking point.
Anyway that certain person accused himself of being a sedentary peripheral lifeform with the ability of being agreeable. That couldn't be the farthest from the truth.
He failed to recognize that one of the reasons he is a man of few words, is because he is a man of many thoughts. One that measures every word carefully before sending it out to the world. That sense of perfectionism (of which he dubs fear of mediocrity) which separates him from the other (of which I am one of them) the shotguns words around and watches what sticks and what doesn't.
A keen observer that likes to have all the angles before doing anything.
Agreeable he is anything but. That man is the most strongly opinionated person I've known. He will have an opinion about something and stick to it regardless of whatever comes his way to sway him. A man who's opinions I personally Value so much over everything else, and I actually feel a sense of pride to see him grow into this person of such great thoughts and opinions not to mention taste (I have known him for a while and he has truly evolved from a mere awestruck explorer to veteran trendsetting trailblazer).
He's too far deep into his head to notice the impact he has made into so many of our lives (Especially mine) that he feels a sense of lack of accomplishment. Maybe the physicality of this accomplishment is not to his liking but then again all great artists thrived for more which made them achieve said physical accomplishments.
it's just the fact that he's been conditioned to function in a certain manner for so long that it is taking him a while to break through the mold and become fluid again. This adaptation from that 20 year old goal of "an education" in this new goal of "achievement" (whatever that means). The conditioning and parental laws have had a deep altering effect but I think he has gained something we could all use.
DISCIPLINE
That unwavering sense of duty once a task is at hand, overcoming distractions and procrastination. if any of us had half of that the amount of shit we can accomplish is endless.
But here's the thing, no one looks at himself as this great saviour of mankind, which is why he can't see his talents that set him apart from people (which I haven't mentioned here, not all of them at least). I think I'm a crappy artist/writer and know I'm not much of a musician or a comedian yet that doesn't stop me from pursuing it and pushing myself to do it. For some reason I honestly cannot explain, some people love what I do so I play along and let them enjoy it. it's the pushing forward that makes us get better, one will have to achieve the mediocre to overcome it, you can't go from failure to success without passing through mediocrity. Life is a step by step kinda deal.
It's all a matter of perspective in the end, I believe the mark he has left in all of us is too great to deny. it's just at this point when he sees some people has what might resemble some sort of direction or purpose he doesn't really notice that they're just fighting the tides trying to make sense of everything that's happening, just like him. So all he has to do is just look forward, find a comfortable spot to aim for and just swim in that direction. because life is like a hard flowing stream of fucking useless analogies that have no purpose but to end this entry so I can go ahead and do something with myself(I meant get back to work no masturbate you fuckers)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
New Blog Post
Well, I guess a blog post every now and then is as good as ever, this is much more comfortable than tumblr or maybe I just odn't have the time or mind to actually manage tumblr.
Ah well I'll try to post here more often.
It should be good right?
are there people who follow this ?
Ah well I'll try to post here more often.
It should be good right?
are there people who follow this ?
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Marwan Imam wants you to join foursquare!
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Thursday, August 26, 2010
So I read Channel Zero and it got me thinking
This is a year of an election, not for the-now more than ever-useless union of what we call students back at university, but for the big dogs that run this shithole we call home. When the time will come we will have to choose one out of a group of under qualified overzealous “politicians” that think they can run it better than the dude who has been doing it for 30 years (and doing a crappy job at it).
I believe no one is fit to run this crazy-ass corrupt government, yet someone has to. I reserve the right to choose no one then because frankly it won’t matter, the ones running are either legacies or just people who think they can do better, great if you think you can do better, but can you really deliver? Fuck, I doubt it. Hell if there’s anyone who can actually do a good job of running this country, they would probably be corrupted with power as soon as they get into it.
You see the presidential seat in Egypt is like Frostmourne in Warcraft it is the artifact that corrupts the purest of souls with the most honorable and noble intentions. Not that I’m saying that those cocksuckers who can think they can run it have noble intentions or even slightly care. Power in this country is everything and with it one can get anything; money, fame, chicks you name it.
At this point I really don’t give a rabid baboon’s cock as who will win this election. I’m not the protesting type of person that runs down streets in torn shirts yelling down with the oppressors, you see the problem with us is not the leader, he has been there for far too long to be a problem anymore. The one coming after him wouldn’t be a problem either, and granted they will try their best to fuck up the status quo carefully placed by the previous one in the name of change. Hell, even change is changing no longer are we going to see the quarters with holes in them. And then what they’ll just sit their fat asses comfortably on top of that everlasting seat in that fortress in Heliopolis and just relish the power going mad.
Fuck, these elections aren’t even fair. With some parties illegalized so as not to run. What the fuck? Are you so afraid that some people have more pull with the public that they can steal the lights from you and in turn the precious throne? Since when were political parties illegal, for this to be a proper democracy everyone from the religious extremists to the communists, lenninist-marxists, anarchists, scientologists or even piss fuck masochistic dominators who think they should form a political party should have one and have the right to run for election that is the pure essence of democracy a dying label that is overused to the point that it’s becoming meaningless.
Blame the system? Well you were gonna say it at one point. What’s so wrong with the system? Hell if I know. I doubt there even is a system, I think our government is just the best example of how one can ad lib running a country. There is a system of input and output of cashflow into the arrays of pockets of officials. The best thing I love about our language is that the word for government officials is “responsibles”, laughable at best, I can’t hold my sniggers when I hear it. Responsible ? for what? Making themselves fatter? Richer? More obnoxious? I don’t know who the hell is the minister of whatever the fuck ministries there are, and frankly I don’t care. I don’t care what system you use be it a socialist system, capitalist system, FUCK IT use the metric system if you have to I just want this place to be better.
You see the biggest problem here is the people. No one is catering for their needs. People that are dying standing in line for bread, a staple in every local’s dining table (if not also the appetizer, main course and desert). People who have to endure being raped and dry humped on the bus everyday going to work. People who are bombarded with 750 million pounds worth of elephant semen covered horse shit that is broadcasted through the airwaves during the holiest of holy times. Brainwashed to the nth degree the people have reached a state of mental limbo and are scared shitless to make any move lest they miss the 200 year old unaging hottie in her crude attempts of imitating western entertainment and failing miserabley. I’m as much part of these people as anyone else. Hell one of these shows is playing on TV this very instant and I can’t help but enjoy it to my dismay. Hell I stopped typing for a bit to watch even.
Maybe I’ll get into more detail about the so called “entertainment” industry in a later time but for now let’s stay on point. You see these people that are in dire need of help think that a simple leader can help fix all their problems. I know for a fact that no matter how much a leader tries to fix this place there will still be problems that he (or possibly yet highly unlikely she) will have to deal with. It is up to those people to stand for themselves and do something about their lives. Everyone is capable of changing their own lives if they want to. Now really the system and government and the corrupt responsible or even that “president” won’t matter if the people want something. Power to the people is such an overrated phrase. The people always had power, the power of the masses. What can a small group of people do in front of a large mass of unflinching public opinion. Rage an emotion wrongly expressed in this country. People channel their rage, repression and oppression unto one another forgetting the true cause of their fucked up lives that will not change unless they do something about.
Sure go ahead and vote, express your opinion by all means be a model citizen and be politically active, stand in protests yell out against the power to be, if you want to, I won’t but that’s just me. But the next “politician” the controls this country won’t clean the streets for you when your ignorant ass litters the floor with the shit you so happily consume. The next politician won’t clear the streets for you when you decide to drive in four lanes in a two lane street. They won’t do your job for you when you half ass-edly do it just to cash your pay check and life goes on. You see the problem and the solution lie within us, this whole election, democracy, system, politics, activism BULLSHIT is just the names we give to the game we blame on all our miseries, in the end the only way for us to truly have a better country is to start from within, change yourselves, fix yourselves, get over the beast of procrastination and the demons of apathy. Try to work around the system and not give in to it. When you do a job do it right, because in the end only you will look bad. You can be the happy consumerist public all you want but the least you can do is be so in a better environment. And next time you see some asshole throwing a bag of chips on the floor PUNCH THEM IN THE FUCKING FACE.
I believe no one is fit to run this crazy-ass corrupt government, yet someone has to. I reserve the right to choose no one then because frankly it won’t matter, the ones running are either legacies or just people who think they can do better, great if you think you can do better, but can you really deliver? Fuck, I doubt it. Hell if there’s anyone who can actually do a good job of running this country, they would probably be corrupted with power as soon as they get into it.
You see the presidential seat in Egypt is like Frostmourne in Warcraft it is the artifact that corrupts the purest of souls with the most honorable and noble intentions. Not that I’m saying that those cocksuckers who can think they can run it have noble intentions or even slightly care. Power in this country is everything and with it one can get anything; money, fame, chicks you name it.
At this point I really don’t give a rabid baboon’s cock as who will win this election. I’m not the protesting type of person that runs down streets in torn shirts yelling down with the oppressors, you see the problem with us is not the leader, he has been there for far too long to be a problem anymore. The one coming after him wouldn’t be a problem either, and granted they will try their best to fuck up the status quo carefully placed by the previous one in the name of change. Hell, even change is changing no longer are we going to see the quarters with holes in them. And then what they’ll just sit their fat asses comfortably on top of that everlasting seat in that fortress in Heliopolis and just relish the power going mad.
Fuck, these elections aren’t even fair. With some parties illegalized so as not to run. What the fuck? Are you so afraid that some people have more pull with the public that they can steal the lights from you and in turn the precious throne? Since when were political parties illegal, for this to be a proper democracy everyone from the religious extremists to the communists, lenninist-marxists, anarchists, scientologists or even piss fuck masochistic dominators who think they should form a political party should have one and have the right to run for election that is the pure essence of democracy a dying label that is overused to the point that it’s becoming meaningless.
Blame the system? Well you were gonna say it at one point. What’s so wrong with the system? Hell if I know. I doubt there even is a system, I think our government is just the best example of how one can ad lib running a country. There is a system of input and output of cashflow into the arrays of pockets of officials. The best thing I love about our language is that the word for government officials is “responsibles”, laughable at best, I can’t hold my sniggers when I hear it. Responsible ? for what? Making themselves fatter? Richer? More obnoxious? I don’t know who the hell is the minister of whatever the fuck ministries there are, and frankly I don’t care. I don’t care what system you use be it a socialist system, capitalist system, FUCK IT use the metric system if you have to I just want this place to be better.
You see the biggest problem here is the people. No one is catering for their needs. People that are dying standing in line for bread, a staple in every local’s dining table (if not also the appetizer, main course and desert). People who have to endure being raped and dry humped on the bus everyday going to work. People who are bombarded with 750 million pounds worth of elephant semen covered horse shit that is broadcasted through the airwaves during the holiest of holy times. Brainwashed to the nth degree the people have reached a state of mental limbo and are scared shitless to make any move lest they miss the 200 year old unaging hottie in her crude attempts of imitating western entertainment and failing miserabley. I’m as much part of these people as anyone else. Hell one of these shows is playing on TV this very instant and I can’t help but enjoy it to my dismay. Hell I stopped typing for a bit to watch even.
Maybe I’ll get into more detail about the so called “entertainment” industry in a later time but for now let’s stay on point. You see these people that are in dire need of help think that a simple leader can help fix all their problems. I know for a fact that no matter how much a leader tries to fix this place there will still be problems that he (or possibly yet highly unlikely she) will have to deal with. It is up to those people to stand for themselves and do something about their lives. Everyone is capable of changing their own lives if they want to. Now really the system and government and the corrupt responsible or even that “president” won’t matter if the people want something. Power to the people is such an overrated phrase. The people always had power, the power of the masses. What can a small group of people do in front of a large mass of unflinching public opinion. Rage an emotion wrongly expressed in this country. People channel their rage, repression and oppression unto one another forgetting the true cause of their fucked up lives that will not change unless they do something about.
Sure go ahead and vote, express your opinion by all means be a model citizen and be politically active, stand in protests yell out against the power to be, if you want to, I won’t but that’s just me. But the next “politician” the controls this country won’t clean the streets for you when your ignorant ass litters the floor with the shit you so happily consume. The next politician won’t clear the streets for you when you decide to drive in four lanes in a two lane street. They won’t do your job for you when you half ass-edly do it just to cash your pay check and life goes on. You see the problem and the solution lie within us, this whole election, democracy, system, politics, activism BULLSHIT is just the names we give to the game we blame on all our miseries, in the end the only way for us to truly have a better country is to start from within, change yourselves, fix yourselves, get over the beast of procrastination and the demons of apathy. Try to work around the system and not give in to it. When you do a job do it right, because in the end only you will look bad. You can be the happy consumerist public all you want but the least you can do is be so in a better environment. And next time you see some asshole throwing a bag of chips on the floor PUNCH THEM IN THE FUCKING FACE.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
when in rome would you really do as the romans do ?
when in rome would you really do as the romans do ?
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