Stolen Post Alert!

I saw this while making the usual round on the blogs..


Stolen from Najma, ok? dont rip me a new one just yet:

in turn taken from another source..
now this might start to sound as exciting as the plot of Batman Forever, but I assure you it ain't, it got more flesh anyway!


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will post again later.. promise!
how's King Kong? anyone seen it yet? (tomorrow me thinks.. pirated version comes by next week. ah.)


I’m here once more, and I have to admit, sometimes it makes me wonder..
Yours truly here gets bored real easy, so it’s a miracle that one year on, I am here, still keeping my INfrequent blogging schedule as before…

Grieving is over, and yet ANOTHER prof. died in college, this time, assassination.. oh well.. ‘nuff sulking!

What is it the world wants to know about us?
I mean, TWICE in the last three days I received emails bout some magazine abroad wanting to publish details about our daily life.. I mean, ok, granted we are living in one of the world’s most dangerous cities (the Most dangerous is in Papua - New Guinea, right?)
Even so, it does not make us so different from the rest of the earth.. I mean, are victims of Katrina and Rita all that different from the rest of the U.S.? I didn’t think so..

One of the emails even said something bout money being paid for the published material.. hmm.. no time here, will probably forward it to another interested party.. I had a couple of names in mind, Najma, The Kid, Haneen.. does anyone else want to participate?

Last night I was watching TV, something came up on them nazi twins, u’know, the couple of 16-yr old brainwashed girls singing bout white pride and hailing someone who died almost 60 years ago.. Idiots.
Their puppeteer mom came out talking bout how she’d disown them if they ever became “betrayers of the Race”
Lady, does "The Human Race" ring any bells?
Now I don’t know which is the bigger idiot, the one who wrote the doctrine, or the ones following it…
If anyone reading this disagrees with me, please understand that we all live on the same planet, like it or not..

No use trying to change the world..

Anyways, College news:

For people who know me, do I have a tattoo saying “Mule” on my forehead?
EVERYTIME I set foot inside the department, someone calls out for me, asking me to carry this or that around, usually one floor up.. Ah.
Till now, I carried TWO air-conditioners, Six medium-sized desks, 2 large ones, and a LARGE cupboard (all with another guy on the other side) and this is ONLY this year! Last year was more of the same!
I don’t wanna do this anymore!

Yesterday was a funny day, first off, I supervised the Kid and his class in a Lab assignment, the Kid always boasts how he is the FASTEST touch-typing person in college, so I told him I was faster…
Being a young ‘un and all that, it stuck in his mind, he called me out in the MIDDLE of the assignment, asking me to prove it!
Now he IS fast, probably faster than me anyway, but I am too lazy and burned out to prove anything.. so I typed “Hello World”, he said “HAH, is this it?” And started typing away, showing off his speed, I smiled, and asked him to type “misplaced”, he made a mistake with the “d” and that made him even more agitated!
He probably thinks its some kind of special speed proving word that I used to test him, truth is, it was the first word we don’t use everyday that came to my mind! It would have made no difference if I told him “weedle” or “plankton” he would have made that mistake anyway!
Which goes to show, even if you know how to do something perfectly by heart; if you don’t have enough confidence that you are BETTER than all, you WILL make mistakes!

I AM fond of him, mind you, reminds me much of myself when I was his age.. so anxious to spit the world in the eye if it looked at me in the wrong way, always living in a constant challenge, always devising ways to show how I live without rules, think outside the box, and all that crap young rebels believe in anyway!

I had many funny tales to tell, but sadly, They do not translate to Arabic text well, let alone English!

Will be back soon, if anyone still remembers the offer I made up there, gimme a holler, you need to be an Iraqi LIVING in Iraq!


THE new Animation Benchmark!

Death by Cologne:

Hello all, just came back after a delightful trip stuck 90mins in ever-so-slow traffic, therefore, my thoughts are not very coherent (nothing strange there)

Anyways, Dr. Sabah died.. Also, when did I return from Jordan? It was more than a month ago, I think..
What? Who? oh.. let me take it one step back:

I have a father (oh, surprised?), and my father, naturally, has friends..
one of them is an elderly professor at the nearby College of Science, Dr. Sabah, a fatherly, kind old man who always told me to "come to me anytime you have any study problems, you are just like my son" and he did help me, MANY times..
my father met him in Suq-Al-Saray (or the Saray Market, the most famous baghdad book market, where you find any kind of books imagined by man, also, highest quality fountain pens, watches, lighters, and other nice stuffs) many years ago, and they met there every friday..

after my parents left to jordan, They kept in touch through me, I'd deliver letters and gifts both ways, and always visited Dr. Sabah, I really liked the old guy..

When I returned from Jordan this time, my father sent with me a bottle of good cologne (Givenchy) and a letter to his friend, with a note to give it to him as soon as i went to college..

me being me, I kept delaying the frigging thing, for a month maybe, each time i went to college, i'd say: "I'll deliver it tomorrow"..
till about a week ago, I asked my Grandmother here to gift-wrap the cologne so it would look nice, and thought I'd deliver it the next day..
one day became two, two turned into four, and before you could say "STOOOPID" a whole week was gone.

Till today, that is:
I finally took the bottle and the letter, wrapper and all, and went to college, I arrived at 8:00, the devil inside spoke again: "Come on, the guy just arrived, give him some time, like till 11, so that he would end his first lecture.."

at about 10:30, I walked over to Sci College, I saw some people hanging a black cloth (our local obituary sign, they write the deceased's name and details on how to attend the funeral on it), I thought to myself, oh hell, another one died, probably shot to death cuz he failed to brake at a police checkpoint, like the last guy who got it..

As I came closer, I got this sort of feeling where you know that what you see must be wrong, there must be some mistake, yet you still walk on like a robot..

The cloth read: "...and may God have mercy on the soul of our father and fine educator, Dr. Sabah Mahmoud Jum'a.. "


this cant be right.. I ran over to the guys nailing it to the wall, asked them, they said "yeah, he just died from a heart-attack like an hour ago"

An HOUR ago.
I would have seen him, said hello to him, if I came earlier..

earlier like an hour ago, yesterday, last week, LAST MONTH.

My God.

I know its not my fault, everybody has a time to go, but DAMN IT.. I FEEL SO GUILTY..
what if?
what if I had seen him?

Silent tears shed for Dr. Sabah. They burn.

God have mercy on his soul, he's in a better place now.

I'll attend his funeral, this time, If I wasnt on time in his life, I'll be there in his death.

If you have something to do, people to see, do it NOW. Don't wait.
Life won't wait for you.
Or Death.

Sorry my friends for the terrible post, I'll post a better cheerier one soon I promise..
(Got some funny college stories to tell, but I am currently not in the mood. forgive me)
salam, and Then Some.


Not Avian Flu though, don't get too hopeful!

I just woke up two days ago feeling like a ton of bricks had fallen on me, and with a bad runny nose to go with it..

why do my eyes water when i talk about running noses? strange.. have to investigate that further.

I hate running noses. I mean, flu is bad enough on its own, what with the temperature and aching bones and all, but a runny nose just beats everything else hands-down in the "this sucks" department.. ah.

walking round the house with a kleenex stuffed up my nose, drinking too much hot stuffs, and being lazy as a lemur.. not much difference from my daily routine.
if it wasnt for that nose.. oh well!

ResidentEvil4 finally arrived here! I've been waiting for it almost a year now..
Beautiful game, nice graphics, nice physics, but what's with the "No Zombies" thing? Its still BEAUTIFUL though! I love it!

Sorry I havent replied to some of the comments from last post, Melantrys, Welcome to THEN SOME! Bruno: thank u so much, sir! and thank you again! Khalid: Sensei! there, u happy? :)

on another front, the busy guys at introduced a new feature, Comment Moderation..

Useful? that remains to be seen, I mean, ok, it could be used to stop trolls and spammers, and allow many blogs to re-open the comments section again, but at the same time, it could be used as a censorship device, delete anything u dont want, even if its NOT spam or vulgarity..

Prayers to the families of the deceased in the attack on Jordan..
When will violence end?
My guess? When Iraq runs out of petroleum.

but what do I know? Its probably the fever talking here.

Cheers, people, sorry for the strange post, will do a better one in a few days, just let me clear my nose, and THEN SOME!

Fight! Fight!

Hmm.. now, the lovely Emigre once defined me as " he seems largely peaceable", and in reality, I am, really, I am peaceable, but stupid, and this is my story:

Since its the second day of Eid and all (note: my Shi'ite brothers broke fast today, so its their FIRST day, rather than second, which means they'll finish Eid one day after Sunni as usual, and that extends the Eid another day)
ok, so as usual, I packed my stuff and went to my OTHER grandparents house, after the obligatory salams and kisses, I decided to walk round with my younger cousins, newly accepted freshmen..
we walked around for some time, had lunch outside (which got my grandmama furious) and decided that since it was getting dark fast, we should go home..

We sat at a neighbor's house, I was teaching my cousin some tricks with the nunchucks, when suddenly another neighbor arrived, now this guy is taller than me (I'm 5'7", he's around 6'1"), and is active at sports, so he got less fats and more muscles, he's three years younger than me but anyway.. I know the guy, he's a nice kid, an idiot, but nice, so I really dont know what happened next, somehow, my cousins dared HIM to take ME on, I thought they were all kidding, y'know, making fun of me cuz I train and do stuff, and before you can say "FIGHT!" he was on me!

I was totally taken by surprise, he tried to left-hook me to the FACE!, I ducked and backed away but not too fast, I was hit on the forehead.. bam!
Didnt hurt, physically, that is.
so I was like: "I don't want to hurt you, I won't punch or kick you, awright?"
STOOOPID! But he's only a kid, come on!
a kid that almost gave me a knuckle sandwich as a joke.

ok, so no ranged-attacks. that left only close range joint-locks.

When I tried to apply some of the moves I knew, I was shocked to realize that ALL that time I trained against right-handed people, this guy was a southpaw! (a.k.a. Lefty)
what is the percentage of left-handed people? 17% worldwide?
pretty slim.
therefore, for every 100 repetitions of a move I made for Right, I made only 1 for left.

S*it. I am a total idiot who didnt train enough. Idiot. Loser. Pretender. Call me what you will, I deserve it.

I tried to push him away, and actually got him in a chokehold (yay! idiot.) but then he started shouting, so I let him go, thinking he'd learned his lesson.

another swing comes close, this time I was fast enough.
the guy turned red with anger.
this fight has turned REAL.
(My last fight was almost 8 years ago, and we were only kids on the street)
It felt really bad, my hands were so useless against a lefty, and I had promised him I wouldnt punch or kick him.
I decided on a whim to keep my promise, Now do you know a bigger fool?
I mean, yeah I really could have ended it right there with one kick to the face or groin, but, he's just a kid.
IDIOT, right?

Back to basics. Grappling.

all of this while I'm weaving in and out, dodging punches.. and a lefty sure has a way of screwing your style up if you dont have experience.. (yours truly, IDIOT)

then it happened, He started jabbing with his right, now up to this point the only thing I'm still proud of is my relfex, every time he punched, I blocked with my right, then I saw that left hook coming a mile away, aiming for the side of my face, so I put my Elbow in front of it.
He didnt see it coming, and BAM.
One thing I know from experience: Nothing stands in the way of an Elbow.
its like punching a round metal doorknob, HARD.
He hit it so hard I was pushed back, now if that one had landed, I wouldnt be writing this now, and I am a total idiot.
He had a look of shock and pain on his face, that was when I decided to stop this crap.
I moved inside of him, trying to flip him over, he resisted, so I immediately reversed, placed my left foot behind his right, and flipped him backwards, he landed on his back, arms to the side, I was on him immediately, My left knee pinning his right arm, my left hand pinning his left, and my other knee on his groin, while my right fist was aimed at his face.. I told him: "Ha, u want more? Do I have to punch you now?"
and he said "No man I give up, I was kidding with you come on.." yeah right.

Yeah! I WON!
But I am still an idiot.

I feel really bad, I mean, Yes, I beat him, Yes I pinned him down, but it was prolonged, and I almost got beat to s*it cuz I did not train enough.
Also, I took part in violence.

Now I am not a tree hugger, but please, he's just an idiot kid..


I had such pride in myself, following teachings of Bushido and all, now, I'm just a brutish oaf.
I could not contain the situation, I let it escalate instead.
I could not apply the things I was taught.
I withheld, and really still don't know if it was justified or not.
I am an idiot, I could have hurt the guy, seriously.
and because of it all, I am NOTHING.

Damn it all.

Sorry I landed all of this on you, but I just wanted to vent out and show how stupid I am at times..

Don't fight, even if you are sure to win. Unless it was a life-threatening situation. (which this surely wasnt)

Gotta go take a shower now... that idiot really was aiming for my face.. and he got so close.. damn.

C ya, people, I will post again soon. I don't know if I had left anything out cuz I didnot read this through, I'm writing this online, if there's any errors or typos or anything not very well explained, please forgive me.

Salam (Peace-- how ironic.)

:) or :( ??

Hey there:

Yesterday was a strange day, full of mixed emotions... let's see:

Oh but before that, I want to apologise for the Word-Verification thing in the comments, it just I was fed up with spam comments.. sorry for the trouble..

Anyway, I finally had a chance to wake up late (12pm) after a week of waking up at 7, that was one helluva relief..
I washed up, refueled the generator (we have a small one, 6KVA approx.) did some other uncharacteristically useful things around the house, then sat down to my PlayStation, I'd just finished God of War, and thought of some racing games for a change, my friend called to tell me that it was his brother's birthday and my presence was required..
With his house being across on the other half of baghdad, and since that I wouldnt return home until after 8 (which is a dangerously late time to wander around in) I phoned another friend who lived near me and who was going there too, and told him we should "travel" there together!

he'd already bought a gift but was looking for someone to share the bill with, so it was win-win on both sides, till now, ok..

we taxied to ANOTHER friend's house (we needed another one to split the gift with) and we finally arrived at the house..

fun and games and guitars, saw friends I hadn't seen for a year and a half.. brought up some really nice memories and laughs, the guy who invited us has sure lost some considerable weight! what's his secret?
the nearby mosque beckoned for the sunset prayer, then dinner came!

as usual, being who we are, we dived in nose first.. they'd made a dinner enough for 12, we were six, and it wasnt enough!

then after gift-giving, salams and stuffs, I noticed one of my friends (the one who called me) was missing, I asked the guys if he was praying or something, some of them smiled, a couple made remarks about how the guy had "turned into a cheerleader" and one poked me and told me to shut up, he'll tell me about it later.. weird.

in any case, after tea, the guy finally showed up, his parents, his brother& us all around, the cake is brought, cola, and the usual birthday things, we eat, and the guy runs off again..
so again I asked: "Where's he going to so soon?"
His parents turn as silent as a grave, his brother looks down, and another poke in the ribs is recieved.

then it hits me.

My friend has Bulimia.


Later the guys confirm that, tell me that it happened because he's so lazy, and he figured that instead of diet and exercise, this is an easy way to lose weight.

It is, an easy way to lose weight, and destroy your health in the process.

It started when I was in Jordan, all the others know about it, and have been ripping his head about it to no use, he simply does not believe it will hurt him.

I can't publish names or details cuz I don't have his permission.

Eid is coming soon, either tomorrow or after, still I haven't heard anything.. I think its Thursday.

Mixed feelings.

In any case, Peace to the world, and THEN SOME!