MM9 Facts

The Statue of Liberty was originally designed to be nude.

The controversy between the French sculptor Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi and the American authorities was whether the lady should have pubic and armpit hair or not. The idea was then discarded and replaced with a lady in a tunic.

Internet Down

My cheap ass dad hasn't paid the internet bill yet. I appologize for not posting anything today. I would like to thank everyone for sending me numerous emails from around the world (makoti :P) asking me to update the blog. Until the internet is up and running again take the time to enjoy my previous posts, thank you ;)


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Matchstick Man

My imagination and love for experimentation have never failed me until last night.  I have always watched in awe as my mom and sister splattered their heads with the stool-like batter of dried leaves and water called "7ennah".  The pungent odor of horse manure has always kept a distance between me and those desperate females trying to impress their mate by any means possible.  I don't know if it was the cumulative tire of a long week's work that led me to take that decision or if it was mere curiosity.  Yes, I did, I have tried 7ennah for the first time in my life.  I slowly came to my senses as my sister, the accomplice in this dredged act, slowly smudged the batter on my head.  Voila! All done.  After an agonizing two hours of slime dripping on my neck and down my t-shirt, it was time to wash it off.  The mess i created in the shower was the least of my worries.  I watched slowly as the clusters of dried 7ennah washed down the drain taking my sanity with them.  I did not even dare to take a look at my self in the bathroom mirror.  After I have fully dried my hair it was time to reap the fruit of my wrongdoing.  Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the matchstick man.  I looked like a 50 year old Pakistani tailor in Ahmed Al Jaber street.  I did not care about the added volume of my hair, about the nutrients and minerals that have fortified my hair roots.  All I cared about was my self image that has been scarred for the next couple of weeks or perhaps more.  The act has been done and cannot be changed.  I ask for your mercy and for my dignity's forgiveness.

Bad Ass Marketing

Seriously? This is your marketing strategy? I don't think you'll get a lot of recruiting done by using tacky graphics and fear-instilling propaganda!

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Red Label Review

Perhaps the name Red Label has been synonymous with the brand Johnnie Walker for ages.  From bars around the world to retired Kuwaiti men in their striped dishdashas and ga7fias, this blended Scotch whiskey is favored globally.  Whether at a sassy club in LA or at a farm in 3abdili with cheap hookers, Red Label is the drink of choice.  The rich aroma of distilled malts is gently infused with the scent of hand sanitizer.  To fully appreciate its tangent smell of 3 am public toilets, it is best served straight on the rocks.  One sip of this 8 year old Scotch and your taste buds will be invigorated with the taste of a sweaty armpit and the hint of worn out deodorant.  The after taste is a whole different experience in itself.  The taste of early morning vomit will keep your taste buds tingling with anticipation for the next sip of Johnnie Walker's finest.  An inexpensive price tag, large accessibility, and a 43% alcohol volume have kept this sub-par whiskey "walking" throughout the years.  The mission statement is simple and straight-forward, to get you drunk.  A drink so bad that Johnnie Walker themselves have found no way to market it other than stating that it is "a Scotch made for mixing".  In a country where Hayef makes the laws, we are lucky to have Red Label by our side in sickness and in health.
"Walk" responsibly...

De-evolution

One might think that opposable thumbs and higher cortical function of the human brain have placed us at the top of the evolutionary ladder.  This is not entirely applicable to the primitive Kuwaiti human.  Driven mainly by primitive animalistic instincts of survival, normal human social interactions are almost nonexistent amongst the Kuwaitis.  The notion that a process of de-evolution is taking place is indeed not that farfetched.  By definition, a society is a group of people living together with mutual interest, respect and benefit.  Obviously, Kuwaitis do not qualify to be dubbed a "society".  It is a country devoid of mutual relationships.  Personal gain is prioritized even if it conflicts with the welfare of the country.  The neglect of basic self discipline and disregard to religious and civil laws are leading this country to anarchy.  One of the main contributing factors to this behavior is the arrogance of the Kuwaiti people. Arrogance that has been brought upon by mere chance that oil is found in every square centimeter of this desert country.  The people's pockets were filled overnight without breaking one drop of sweat.  To boast about one's scientific, technological, educational, athletic or even historical achievements is slightly tolerable.  However, to boast about one's geographical luck is utterly repulsive.  "The Lord (or nature) giveth and the Lord taketh away"

Mom and Dad's Anniversary

Today marks my parent's 36th wedding anniversary.  I got them a new dog collar for my dog, Blondie.  I don't know how they can stand each other for that long.  I limit the time I spend with my dad to 10 minutes a day, and 20 minutes a day for my mom excluding weekends and public holidays.  Well, they are my makers so I'm obliged to commemorate the day that they were socially and religiously accepted as a "loving" couple.  It's a good thing they're out celebrating now, coz frankly I don't think they have many more anniversaries to come; they're too damn old.  May all their days be celebrated with love and joy so they remain out of the house and out of my frickin business.