tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43883521417371723982024-02-07T09:08:07.168+04:00I am just here for the coffee!Random 3arabye Ahead!Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-9639197775504523852012-05-23T10:32:00.000+04:002016-11-13T09:32:04.608+04:00A women's guide to rejecting arab men. (preface)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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However, after observing a few people close to me struggle with harrassers who came to be after being rejected, I can easily say one thing, arab men do not handle their rejections too well.<br />
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In fact, some will react VERY badly to it, regardless of the reasons of refusal ,and especially in cases where he is the -for the lack of a better expression- flawed party.<br />
The girl will tell a guy nicely that she doesn't think she's the right girl for him, the man (the "rejectee)", won't take a hint and will repeat to her that she's just perfect for him, and that she's everything he's ever dreamed of, but would he stop for a second to think "Am I compatible with her? will she be comfortable with me?". Now insecurity plays a big part, and so does society, the girl was -and still is- raised to fulfill the needs and ego of her future companion. She carries this mentality throughout her life and into her (mostly incognito) relationships, or worse, with the first man suggested by mommy and daddy. (resulting in many many failed and dead marriages). In parallel, the man is raised to be the apple of his mommy's eye, and no girl must EVER dare say "no" to him, and if she does she's not "bent halal", and so he will prance around roaring "YE SHALL SWOON O FRAIL MAIDENS TO MY GAZE!".<br />
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This takes us back to the rejectee, who's gonna huff and puff, and if he's "ibn halal" he will let it go, and carry the grudge quietly and make any future contact with this girl -or her friends- awkward.<br />
And if he's a vicious "ibn haram", he will take a rocky road through the five stages of acceptan- err..no, revenge! Seriously? you think she's going to run back to you, when you threaten to "tell dadd\ brother"? Maybe this is embedded in their genes, the whole slavery, harem and "Jawari".<br />
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It's not strange to us reading news containing words such as "revenge, reputation, rejection, honor, blackmail", or headlines along the lines of "She refused his proposal, so he tainted her reputation".<br />
Well, we're not blind to the methods men can use to satisfy their thirst for revenge, and we're not strangers to the arab men's ways in particular, they will resort to the first and most crucial thing , the reputation.<br />
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What happened to the first woman, is that she felt her overly passionate male-friend was very aggressive, naturally as a sane move, she decided to stay away from him, and asked him kindly to leave her be. In his mind, this wasn't right, how could she reject his company? He would repeat over and over that she absolutely loves him, she just doesn't want to admit it to herself.<br />
So what he does, goes around giving her mobile number, steals her pictures and starts distributing them about, attaching of course loads of bullocks about her reputation. Result? Tons of phone calls and humiliating text messages from random numbers. She was hoping that he will get tired of it, and that it will eventually die out. It didn't, he started stalking her wherever she went, making her life a miserable living hell. She'd confront him, and he would shamelessly deny that he's done anything.<br />
Even after he's defaced her car and broken into her appartment, still thinking she loves him and NEEDS to take him back. She naturally feared for her life, and had no choice but to resort to the police, the first attempt was not too sucessful, and left her and her friends very frustrated, but after she went with her parent she was finally able to obtain a restraining order, which to my knowledge seems to have worked well.<br />
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Another woman faced the same problem, rejected man who's tried to play Mr. mysterious a tad too much, she wasn't able to obtain any personal information from him, even during a very normal conversation. But that's not why she told him off, he was overly aggressive, jealous and ill-meaning. And didn't refrain from hurting her by making indirect comments that question her moral conduct. Seeing that this is what made her furious, he makes it his weapon of choice. In one of his jealousy fits he managed to hack into her computer, stealing many personal pictures. What displays his ill-means is he did that months ago before she told him off.<br />
He tried to lull her into a false sense of security, he told her he's leaving the country to move to a new office after he's wanted to open a new company etc etc... (which was very incoherent seeing that one man cannot leave work AND find a new job in 3 days.).<br />
Shortly after she recieves a text message, threatening her that she will lose her job, she ignores it, and a while after, she starts receiving random phone calls asking to meet her. The blow was a person randomly showing up in her office simply saying she insisted on meeting him.<br />
How, what where , why?..<br />
The guy has created a <a href="http://www.complaintsboard.com/complaints/badoocom-c448752.html" style="color: #e9da40; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Badoo</a> profile with her stolen data, the victim shows the lady the website and leaves her frantic and upset. She saw there is no way of tracking the person who's made the profile, she resorted to the police, who referred her to the e-crimes department, who referred her to the public prosecution, they managed to close the fake account but our criminal was rather persistent, he created another account and started giving away her friends, coworkers and home number away. He himself would call from a phone booth whenever he could and fake his accent and voice.<br />
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Long story short (if you're still reading).<br />
The police "made it all go away", and we were not encouraged to ask questions.<br />
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Make sure you tune in for my next post for extra online safety in the UAE tips for females!</div>
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Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-53709585901258832922012-02-02T12:15:00.000+04:002012-02-02T12:15:54.172+04:00Soap, pipe and a cat, and other internet concerns<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Warning: This is a rant, and like all rants, it can carry reason, or misinformation. </span><br />
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SOPA, PIPA and ACTA , are just new fancy excuses to make more money, I believe we've already established that point, yes?<br />
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I mean intellectual property? is there any intellect left in this new "property"? Music so awful that people wont bother to buy the whole album for just that one song anymore, terrible movies bred and brought by franchise milking farms, you beloved favorite comic is going to be squeezed and have melodrama painted all over it and sold to those who were never aware of it's existence, maybe get an edgier look to appeal to the younger (and larger) audience, what about gramps who bought the first comic with his hard earned allowance? Oh, right, he wont be able to fit into those hoodies and t-shirts we're planning to sell, nor would he buy the action figures, or play the terribly designed hatched-with-haste games! And more importantly try and explain the Blu-ray concept to him.<br />
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So what does this Soap and pipe do for the intellectual property, you ask?<br />
It targets the websites that host stuff actually you'd like to acquire/watch/play but CANT due to numerous reasons, mainly the unavailability of the stuff in your local stores. It no longer takes down the material, instead it burns the whole house down, legal or not. Naturally it was met by opposition from both pirates and good internauts.<br />
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Finally, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stop_Online_Piracy_Act">ACTA </a><br />
If you weren't a perfectly paranoid individual who'd flip his/her top at the thought of having your banking records looked at by someone other than your banker before, thanks to ACTA, not only does the government look whenever they please at your finance transactions, but they keep track of it for 3 months.<br />
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Imagine millions of records of people like me and you...now imagine it kept in a big barn with it's doors wide open with a one eyed bored guard at the door with a Swiss knife for a weapon...now imagine him taking out his lunch from a lunch box, (the color of the box defines your character, if you chose pink, it mean's you're a pink person...) back to the barn..now imagine a tank driving right through...actually scratch that... there is no guard, just a happy person waltzing in with a shopping cart...The big companies will not be hurt, it's the smaller lesser known characters known as "people" who will take the blow. <br />
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The facade that Mr. ACTA (aka: "D*uche" Lamar Smith) has opted in order to promote his bill, is the ever so famous "But think of the children!". Is keeping records of millions of people in a place where it's easily compromised going to stop Child pornography? Mind you, according to the <a href="http://www.iwf.org.uk/hotline/the-laws" target="_blank">Internet Watch Foundation</a> , it's against the law to actively search for Child abuse content for reporting purpose. It is nothing more than a trade agreement that let's governments censor the internet even more, and it seems that the UAE is signing it too among many other countries, but like many other events, it goes unnoticed.<br />
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I know now that I may have made a mistake when I decided to turn green by switching to online bank statements in order to save trees, and I don't intend to wait to find out. Actually, this might be a good time to bail out of the internet before anything ███████ OH GOD !!! They're █████all the ███ !!<br />
Too soon!! ████ Ow!! That hurts.!!.███ STOP IT ██ you're █████ ME!!!<br />
████████████████████████████████████████████run! Save yourselves!<br />
They're ████ everybody!<br />
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<br /></div>Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-43572449910069821842011-11-17T12:25:00.001+04:002011-11-17T13:42:20.227+04:00Zaytoun<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Taking a break from my usual passive-aggressive posts, and since amazon is being an ████I will take this opportunity to talk about a great gem I found by pure luck (maybe fate) in my living room two days ago! It was two thick piles of paper that dad brought home to work on despite being on leave, I noticed the writer name said <a href="http://fakeplasticsouks.blogspot.com/">Alexander McNabb</a>, a great blogger I've been stalking* for quite a while, I quickly grabbed it like a fan-girl and flipped through it. I had the Abu Dhabi Art fair opening ceremony invitation in my bag, but nooo! my evening has been planned by fate!<br />
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To be honest, I thought it was going to be another biased story about a <i>very</i> touchy subject for me, naturally a part of my identity crisis, the mother land... and all the fancy emotional words I could come up with... in short, "Palestine".<br />
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The book <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0065HHZG4">Olives</a> is a about a "brit" who's life is turned upside down when he's off to a wrong start upon moving to Jordan. He falls for a Palestinian-Jordanian beauty, Aisha, and becomes (or struggles to become) a part of her world trying to live with his doubts about her family's connections triggered by his own understanding of the middle east and other events he finds too close for comfort. We live the story through Paul Stoke's eyes, mind and heart as his belief and trust gets put to test.<br />
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What I expected was a typical taboo romance, riddled with misinformation, and prejudice towards Palestinians (knee-jerk reaction really, a common palestinian trait), a couple of self-righteous extremists and an "ajnabi" who saves the day.<br />
One of the very few times I was glad to have been wrong. It provided a different experience for me as a reader, it's not the 5 minute euphoria of self-discovery, or 30 minutes of wall-of-reality-depression, for once it felt like I was reading a story like I was listening to a close friend's story with a good cup of coffee. And I forgot by the end of the first chapter that I knew who the author was.<br />
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The plot is very clever and very intriguing, and I was reacting to every twist and fighting the urge to just jump to the final page, laughing and crying along with the every line, whenever someone interrupted me I felt like flailing my arms around in a teenage tantrum of LEAVE-ME-ALONE-ism.<br />
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It has the right mix of romance, intrigue, mystery, action, and information, and most importantly the humanity in every character. <br />
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The bad part? Finding that I have reached the last page.<br />
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In a Hyperbole or two? (and quote yours truly *adjusts monocle*): "Wildest book-induced- emotional trip ever had!"<br />
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I'll give myself a medal for not posting any spoilers.<br />
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The book hopefully comes out on November 30th for us here in the middle east. BUT despair not! you can get it for kindle on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Olives-ebook/dp/B0065HHZG4">Amazon</a> (those jerkwads...) and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/103726">smashwords</a>. <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">* stalking: act of following online activity, it's completely okay when I do it, and I strongly advise you to not follow my steps. </span></div>Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-82698057437510329272011-10-12T13:51:00.001+04:002011-10-12T14:30:43.737+04:00KAFFIR! DEVIL! PANIC! and Persepolis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.babnet.net/5/nessma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.babnet.net/5/nessma.jpg" /></a></div><br />
We all must've heard of <a href="http://english.alarabiya.net/articles/2011/10/11/171325.html">Nessma TV's blunder</a> of airing <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persepolis_%28film%29">Persepolis</a>. I am appalled at the reaction which could have been more civil.<br />
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I have watched Persepolis, my dad works in media content monitoring, and I tell you this movie was not offensive to the point you have to break into the building and harass the staff about it!<br />
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And for the most part the scenes where "God" appears, are 3, all of which are crucial to the plot development and especially to the girl in some important stages of her life, and naturally blend into the story, especially when the first depiction appeared in the protagonist's dream as a child. I believe we all as kids imagined what God would have looked like one way or another! <br />
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And I can see the relation that Nessma Tv probably saw fit at the time to link the Iranian revolution and the Tunisian one that lead way to bigger things in the middle east. And it probably saw fit also that it was in french and with Muslim issues.<br />
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It could have been avoided if Nessma simply bothered to freeze the screen at those scenes right before "God's" appearance, and just leave the voice. Leaving the task of finding the deleted scenes to the smart Tunisian public who CAN accept and interpret it artistically.<br />
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I believe most of the rage was due to the fact many people failed to understand that Persepolis is NOT (like many other animation) for kids. But I think it's a valuable addition to animations that you must see!<br />
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Then again, we are the same people who claimed Pokemon is Zionist (embarrassing era I tell you...) and accused everything coming from America to be a plot to kill our precious precious fertility.<br />
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Why can't we get over these thing and start looking where it REALLY matters?<br />
Like rationally answering religion-related questions without condemning the inquisitive one to hell... Kids grow up with double standards out there (I admit I am guilty of some of that too), they pay attention to stupidest of things and pretend to not acknowledge the big misconceptions created for society's convenience.<br />
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Or teaching our kids it's OKAY to be of different genders, and that eventually you'll have to live with the opposite gender and have offspring with them, therefore you have to start right and learn to accept and respect them. (I'm looking at you, male-kind!) And not segregate them like some kind of contagious disease.<br />
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</div>Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-20598394732923148722011-06-14T13:25:00.000+04:002011-06-14T13:25:07.807+04:00I paaaainted! And entered a competition in less than 24 hours..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Now why don't help me out?... please?...<span style="font-size: xx-small;">please..?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">You can just..you know.. click<a href="http://tadreeb.twofour54.com/en/getanimated/view/user/881"> HERE!!</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">on a not so different note.. I finished my first painting!!..See? I can be an artist.. in a way.. sometimes.. when I'm not too.. you know.. distorted..or maybe I am more artistic when I AM..sheesh..I don't know anymore :|</span><br />
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Sipping my coffee, I decided to get a few things off my chest. It all started when I got new tools to dig through information as a part of my job, it sure made me feel important at the moment, soon the euphoria of my new toy diminished into humility seeing tremendous amounts to dig through. But what distressed me the most was the lack of pure content that isn't not from a news agency, no one is ready to assume the responsibility of what they write or share (I'm no angel, neither would I as far as I know).<br />
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Until today I stayed away from politics despite living in the middle of it, raised by it, and live it through the media in my almost every waking moment.Honestly, I just wanted to become an artist, a spiritual nomad if you will, but I am much too curious to stay away from human nature for too long, and too much of an introvert to delve into the sea of people.<br />
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I try to blame my age for my contradicting feelings and desires, I try to blame my upbringing, I try to blame the world around me, and of course I blame myself for not being "good enough".<br />
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While the opposite is yet to be brought to my attention,what amazes\amuses me is how we have a different perception of "self-confidence"as a concept. Egoism?Self-awareness?Being self-centered? Pride?<br />
Back in the day only people of great achievements, and rulers were celebrated. The society perhaps was more group-oriented rather than focusing on oneself, which is why in the Arab culture many self-praising poets are fondly remembered, if they were not warriors or peacemakers, they were at least great talkers.<br />
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Now this self confidence can come from self-righteousness, and on that term alone many an elaboration can be made, and most likely to breed those people who go against the system (both in the negative and positive perspective). Activists, anarchist, cyber terrorists, you name it...<br />
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At some point, everybody seems right, and everybody seems wrong, the wonderful contradictions of the human nature... is the violent fervent action a desperate attempt to not become one of the crowds, but doesn't that place you into a different type? maybe you're okay as long as you're not the norm (at least not the norm in your opinion). I am not mocking anybody's battle, believe me, everyone is entitled to his cry.<br />
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I ask, do I want to be one of them? want to be me? what are we seeking by all this? so much information, so much influence that you don't know who to listen to, or who to follow or what to follow.<br />
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Maybe we're trivializing important matters and blowing unnecessary things out of proportion? a fine example would be Aldous Huxley and George Orwell's comparison<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> For the full printable elaborate cartoon's pdf click <a href="http://www.recombinantrecords.net/images/2009-05-Amusing-Ourselves-to-Death.pdf">here</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Big players, conspiracy, big brother, Illuminati...etc. Those are much larger concepts than my brain can actually compute, yet I can skillfully pretend to know what any of it is, maybe I do know but would rather lock it up in my brain and wonder myself about it to sleep.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Between the "me" and what I want, and the "Us" that I want to belong to, and the "Them" who control it, what is it that really matters? Should I remain passive, and amuse myself with the delusion that I'm actually thinking? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where is the human nature in all this?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What is religion now?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Who rules? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Does it matter?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This essay has been written off my head without a second read, so any contradictions that appear are only because I was thinking as I type. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">now my last drop of coffee has been sipped, back to reality...wonder what's for lunch?..</div></div>Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-21604232932475331642011-05-01T12:20:00.000+04:002011-05-01T12:20:42.708+04:00Conveniently numb<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This is probably one of my less cheerful posts, but I feel we all relate to this idea.(of course heavily inspired by one of my favorite songs "comfortably numb".<br />
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We read miles and miles of papers about how some people just let go of their dreams to regret and reminiscence about them in the later years, but deep down inside, didn't they just do it willingly because they were somehow afraid of success and the devotion it would require? Not to mention try and take pride in the current achievements (that are mostly natural results for the lifestyle took up?). The bitterness will linger, because they will see the life that they ended up taking is the reason why they gave up on what they could have become.<br />
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Others managed to block the negative thoughts out completely, but that doesn't mean it's a good thing... They block emotions and passions that were once the reason they got up in the morning, they turn into zombies, living the same day over and over, talk about the same topics, complain of the same things, heavens forbid you don't want to stand out! No matter how human will that make you!<br />
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It sickens me how we're all enslaved to convenience. It's not even that comfortable!<br />
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I don't even know how this even came to my mind... you can move along now! <br />
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</tbody></table>It was cute that she passed those helium balloons to a security guy and told him to pass it around, I naturally jumped right in the middle and snatched one that is laying flat in my room, I'll wait a little before I write the date with a marker on it. But what Got to me was how passive everybody was!!<br />
Don't you hate when you're the only enthusiastic voice in a whole lotta people? You know.. Going "Woo!" when you know a favorite song is coming up? Eh.. I really wanted an autograph! >_<<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I still think she put some remarkable outfits out there!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> She's also fast O_o I mean she just ran backstage somewhere and...<br />
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And ran back out in this!<3<br />
I love how her attitude reflects the same energy coming from her songs! <br />
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Also ... My 25th birthday was yesterday, not cool.... </div>Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-24616070283300342192011-04-06T11:18:00.002+04:002011-04-07T16:47:56.843+04:00OMG PALOMA FAITH IN AD!!!!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">There aren't nearly enough exclamation marks in the title to show my enthusiasm!! Thanks to the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=49150284068&v=wall&viewas=0">Womad 2011</a> on the A.D Cornish, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paloma_Faith">Paloma Faith</a> will (hopefully) be performing <b style="color: orange;">April 7th at 10:30 PM </b>(I highly doubt the timing, but I still hope its remotely close- judging by the number of people "attending" on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=180537378658861">Paloma Faith @ Womad 2011 facebook page</a> (just me and another guy so far).<br />
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In case I didn't make it clear yet.... I LOVE THIS GIRL!! She's my idea of a perfect feminine powerful classy beautiful jazzy....etc etc..woman! Like a realistic version of Jessica rabbit with the same seduction factor.<br />
I got introduced to this wonderful eargasmic candy through my buddy <a href="http://www.rosscaughers.com/">Ross Caughers</a> who's also taken some lovely pictures of Paloma at other concerts check out his <a href="http://rosscaughers.deviantart.com/">Deviantart account!</a><br />
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She even pulls off eccentric outfits onstage (unlike a certain meat-dress wearer I know ..<span style="font-size: xx-small;">and loathe</span>). point is DAMN I am so going!!<br />
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Note: picture belongs to <a href="http://www.rosscaughers.com/">Ross Caughers</a>, you steal, you deal with him... </div>Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-1520652626064148192011-03-10T09:39:00.002+04:002011-03-10T13:34:07.664+04:00Hallo Ich bin ein Grammar Nazi!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/auciker/grammar-nazi.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/auciker/grammar-nazi.gif" /></a></div> Looking randomly for something to mindlessly read while I have my coffee, I came across "spelling" contests. It makes me wonder, how come we never had this in school? I mean surely enough I always loathed dictation, in Arabic, English AND French. But now I think we hardly spelled enough, call me a sadist but I will make sure my kids will get plenty of dictation contests....<br />
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I mean did anybody else notice how the only reason the proper usage (not necessarily proper spelling) of English is on the rise solely because of mbc4, mbc2 and the likes? They are re-learning English from movies...<br />
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</tbody></table> And let's be honest, are they only watching movies that promote proper English? I guess Oprah (which long over back in the US but we're still re-running it...) is the closest they ever are getting to proper spoken English. <br />
This mess of a learning process is quite a bad idea when combined with literal translation from Arabic.<br />
Allow me to demonstrate: <br />
"Open the light", "Are you angry from me?". Well maybe this was the old problem non-english English speakers had (not necessarily aware of having them...), now it's been replace with "I kno im gud thx y r u nt cumming over no more? I dowanna u t b angry on me" or something equally frustrating that sets my Grammar Nazi radar through the roof. I am not and-never-was perfect at spelling but I was sure as heck very attentive to the mistakes I make.<br />
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You know what else gets to me? when you type in txt lingo while using a normal keyboard through a website that perfectly allows you to send messages that are "infinity characters"* long! Am I the only young adult who still uses coherent sentences in mobile messages?! Or is it just my tolerance to bad spelling is rapidly decreasing?... "Hi H R U?" is enough to drive me up the wall, I don't care how nice this person is, how much trouble he went through his life, how much he had to strive through his\her "Edjukayshun". Spelling, like hygiene, is not exclusive to a certain class or financial situation. <br />
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We don't pay enough attention to our kids, and now they are becoming what kids in the west probably were 10 years ago. While the west is combating their decades-old mistake we are rushing to pick up their trash and filter through it for some recyclable stuff that we can poison our kids and young adults with.<br />
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Talking in broken multilingual fragments to your kids is definitely gonna teach them the language...<span style="color: red;">NOT!</span> NO! IT WON'T WORK! Teach them <span style="color: red;">PHRASES</span>...Grammatically<span style="color: lime;"> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">CORRECT</span> </span>phrases! Kids will pick up the right usage, even if they don't get how the grammar works, they will still be able to distinguish the flaws phonetically! And eventually (provided you've shown enough devotion and didn't rely solely on school) They will THINK in that language.<br />
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And <i>maybe</i> years later, they will be able to write actual correspondences, resumes, motivation letters without relying on spell check! And most importantly they <i>might </i>..just <i>might </i>integrate proper spelling and grammar into their daily lives! <br />
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Now that I put my two cents...or two fils.. or balsa.. or any other copper-plated coined currency of your choice...Back to our regular schedule.<br />
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Happy spelling! <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*by "infinity characters" I mean Enough to write one long fully-spelled coherent sentence. </span> <br />
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</div>Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-45279079661311228262011-03-08T08:55:00.000+04:002011-03-08T08:55:35.761+04:00Skype: It's like you're with me..for our wedding?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://djsabby.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/skype-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="http://djsabby.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/skype-logo.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
So as I was having my morning coffee and doing my work (which consists of skimming through online articles related to the UAE), some irrelevant news manage to interest me. <br />
like this particular article on <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/03/07/married-over-skype-sean-m_n_832302.html">The Huffington Post</a>.<br />
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The first couple is quite understandable, they were together and couldn't fly back home for their wedding, the second couple however, left me skeptical. So the guy is in the hospital with lung infection, and his bride to be miss Oh (maybe short for"Oh what have I done?") but yeah maybe its just me, but I guess lots of people in the US will do it for media coverage.<br />
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Naturally a Skype wedding with the bride and groom apart is bound to be more celebrated than if bride simply flew to his hospital in California (assuming she absolutely couldn't wait for him to recover), I mean, how fatal is lung infection compared to a dying cancer patient, in terms of attracting media attention?<br />
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When I skype I barely care about my upper half. I could be wearing a potato sack for pants for all I care.. Maybe the bride opted for financial efficiency and skipped the bag and shoes.<br />
Did the all the bridesmaids fit into the camera frame? Did the priest Skype from the local Church as well?<br />
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I don't know about you guys but if I show this to my gran in Algeria she'll say something like "pfft..May God block that cave you crawled out from!" الله يسد الغار إللي جيتي منه. Pearls of wisdom indeed. I love my grandma, too bad she's in the advanced stage of Alzheimer's now.<br />
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What was I getting at is, life gives us precious moments, let's stop ruining them for convenience's sake!<br />
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</div>Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-83065443530750779552011-03-07T11:07:00.004+04:002011-03-07T11:49:25.234+04:00Another day another nail<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have been cursed with the inability to ignore stressful events, instead I have this amazing ability to find things to constantly worry about, of course with great powers comes a great responsibility which is to ruin my fingernails! (HA! Bet you don't have this superpower..!neenerneneeener!)<br />
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okay.. so my hands look hideous, and I wish I can go and buy some nailpolish, like...bright colorful ones! Eh.. as you can see from exhibit A (below), any attempt to apply bright colors on such length (and circular shape) will result in an uncanny resemblance to m&ms and fails to have the same appetizing appeal. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhibit A (or U for UGLY!)</td></tr>
</tbody></table> What I really want is to go to a nail salon and have my miserable nails done! With nail art.. I secretly loathed it because I couldn't do it! *deep sigh*<br />
As you can notice Exhibit B (above...lol gotcha..! *avoids shoe*)<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i206/amyspike/flower-nail-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="147" src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i206/amyspike/flower-nail-art.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhibit B (yup..beautiful T_T)</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Motivations? What about big events you ask? ( I'll still assume you did...) so I went to Nails salon in Abu Dhabi Mall and booked an appointment one day before my sister's wedding! Yup, fake nails, I gotta admit they were appealing, and made my hands almost look normal!<br />
I didn't feel too adventurous and was already patting myself on the back for making such a drastic move so I skipped the nail art. <br />
Feast your eyes on exhibit C!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhibit C (And I fell in love with my fingers)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Isn't it efficient? Isn't it beautiful? Well, I wish someone told me they're heavy. I mean it didn't stop me from my regular bathing and showering, problem is they came off three weeks later. (The beautician did tell me to be careful with hot water and stuff...but my Algerian side knows better than to take cold showers-but that's for another post!)<br />
I then gave up.. I managed to grow them for a while, then come examination period. Hurray! An actual reason to stress out! I chomped through them like pacman would wakawaka his way across the maze.<br />
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Maybe...I'll start again. </div>Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-25054390620588680272011-03-06T13:31:00.002+04:002011-03-07T11:10:56.633+04:00Religious Hoaxes:They still make (and believe) those?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So as I was peacefully doing my work I somehow ended up surfing one of those many many many arab Forums...<br />
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You know..The ones with one HUGE font post and loads of pictures that are a repost of a repost of a reposted repost? The ones with a single starter post and the rest of the replies are merely variations of "مشـــــــــكــــــــووووووووووووووووووووووووووور على المساهمة!" followed by an even bigger signature usually containing some passive-aggressive statement of how everybody is gonna die for not loving the post writer, and loads of glitter graphic that puts myspace profiles to shame....<br />
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In case you didn't notice,I never liked these forums, don't get me wrong, I do go on some of them and I find some good useful info (*cough*still a repost..*cough*). This is all fine and dandy! BUT! What I hate the most is religious hoaxes, whether it's by anti-muslims, Arab athiests or the followers of great jumping god schmockarumba....It remains a darned hoax! Stop reposting it..stop being amazed at it and most importantly stop bashing those who revoke it! <br />
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The one with the Quoran bashing girl-turned-ape-, or the one with the Djinn in a cave, or the friggin' apple with "Allah" on it...well...took them long enough to realize it was a hoax...<br />
Now the post I came accross this morning went something like this ..<br />
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</div><div align="center" dir="rtl" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u>قطة تموت وهي محتضنة القرآن</u></span><br />
<blockquote style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">أنهت السيدة أم طارق قراءة القرآن ثم ذهبت إلي المطبخ, وحين عادت لتستكمل ما بدأته وجدت قطتها من النوع الشيرازي نائمة محتضنة المصحف الشريف, فأبت السيدة أن توقظها وتركتها لتستيقظ وقتما تشاء,ثم أخذت تشغل وقتها بترتيب المنزل وعادت بعد أكثر من ساعة لتوقظ قطتها من سباتها العميق, وكانت المفاجأة أن القطة ماتت علي شكلها المبين بالصورة, فتعجب أفراد الأسرة مما حدث وزاد تعجبهم أكثر حينما أخذوا بالقطة إلي أحد الأطباء البيطريين الذي قام بدوره بالكشف عليها,<span style="font-size: small;">مؤكدا أن الوفاة حدثت بشكل </span>طبيعي ..!!</blockquote></div><div align="center" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_rch4IYmfV7RAU5iqBA_CIvuhLhqAYMkyx3ZkfeINjwnGVVMhewgMhFs2RXzf8scCdaocDNgeNYeySXPYnbGdhfhUIgREiH8aYNyvzAi8h1TwbValRz8iWg6PlxXZhAYqA6a4PxvD8w/s1600/cat.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_rch4IYmfV7RAU5iqBA_CIvuhLhqAYMkyx3ZkfeINjwnGVVMhewgMhFs2RXzf8scCdaocDNgeNYeySXPYnbGdhfhUIgREiH8aYNyvzAi8h1TwbValRz8iWg6PlxXZhAYqA6a4PxvD8w/s1600/cat.PNG" /></a></div>The story in short is, "This cat died embracing the Quoran!" And it states how the cat died of natural cause...etc etc. Does this look like a picture you'd take of a dead cat? Unless you have some sick fetish, you wouldn't grab a camera and take this picture at such a photogenic angle!<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">This certainly made me feel sick, and embarrassed. most likely this is a picture taken by an artist on Deviantart of his\her own pet.</div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;">يا أخي لا تفولوا بالشر على القطة المعترة! </div><div style="text-align: left;">Now that I have gotten this off my chest... feel free to move on. </div><div style="text-align: left;">If you're still sipping your coffee, care to share your experiences with similar stories? </div></div>Amanius Caffeinatus Irritabilushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554920355595911258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388352141737172398.post-43964584666770200492011-03-06T12:30:00.000+04:002011-03-06T12:30:32.906+04:00Epic first post of an epic first blog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Well, woohoo! </div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I just added one more blog the already-flooded world wide web! Will it be any more informative, entertaining, provoking, or even interesting than those already out there? I cannot guarantee that. I can, however, guarantee that it's definitely written 100% by me, expresses100% my own opinion! And adds 200% to your daily dose of "bleh?"</div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I have chosen to start a blog because I needed a bigger diary, one I can show to everybody else. Call it a cry for attention, or just self-gratification, I feel on a daily basis I accumulate tons of good ideas or just thoughts that disappear by the end of the day, I may have even found the meaning to life I tell you!!! </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">So...yeah! </span></div><br />
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