a promise to keep

i promised weeks ago to post about this, and here i am.
i know it will not stop the killing, but, better than watching in silence.
نداء من أجل التعاون فى توثيق و تسجيل الأكاديميين العراقيين الذين تم
أغتيالهم

أنقاذ الأكاديميين العراقيين هو أنقاذ
للمستقبل



أقدمت محكمة بروكسل بالتعاون مع الحملة
الأسبانية ضد الأحتلال و من أجل سيادة
العراق ، بعد أن تنبهت الى خطورة الوضع
فيما يخص تصفية و أغتيال الأكاديميين فى
العراق ، على جمع المعلومات حول هذا
الموضوع منذ عام 2005 و قامت بتنبيه الرأى
العام العالمى الى وضع الأكاديميين
العراقيين .لقد قمنا بعمل قائمة بأسماء
الذين تم أغتيالهم حتى نمكن السلطات
المختصة بحقوق الأنسان بعمل التحقيقات
اللازمة حول تلك الأغتيالات و ايجاد
الوسيلة المثلى لحماية أكاديمى العراق و
ثروته الثقافية

ان القتل ، و الأختطاف ، و التهجير ، و
التوقيف للأكاديميين مازال مستمرا . و
أتساع دائرة العنف و الزيادة المرعبة فى
حجم القتل المنظم للمدنيين على أيدى فرق
الموت و التهجير و القتل لبعض مصادرنا قد
حالوا دون تسجيل و توثيق ضحايا جدد .

و نحن نناشد كل اسر الضحايا و اصدقائهم ،
و المؤسسات و الأتحادات التربوية ، و
الجامعات ، و المدارس العليا ، و المدارس
و كذلك الصحفيين أن يلقوا نظرة على
القائمة التى قمنا باعدادها ، و يعلمونا
فى حالة عدم ورود أو غياب اسم أى شخص

يمكنكم الأطلاع على القائمة على الروابط
التالى :

http://www.brusselstribunal.org/academicsList.htm

http://nodo50.org/iraq/2004-2005/docs/represion_11-11-05.html


ان هذه الجرائم لا ينبغي ان تمر بدون
تحقيق، و لكن حتى الأن لم يتم أتخاذ أى
أجراء فى هذا الشأن وينبغي ان لا ننسى
هؤلاء الضحايا وينبغي كذلك حماية التراث
و الثروة الثقافية للعراق

ان توثيق تلك الفظائع لهو فرض على كل
أكاديمى يؤمن بأن نقل المعرفة هو واجب و
ليس جريمة

لجنة محكمة بروكسل

الحملة الأسبانية ضد الأحتلال و من أجل
سيادة العراق
http://nodo50.org/iraq/

للأنجليزية و الألمانية الأتصال رجاء
بديرك أدريانسنس

dirk.adriaensens@skynet.be

للعربية ، الأتصال رجاء بعبد الأله
البياتى

albayaty_abdul@hotmail.com

للأنجليزية و الفرنسية ، الأتصال رجاء
بهنا البياتى

hanaalbayaty@yahoo.fr

للأسبانية ، الأتصال رجاء بكارلوس
فارييا

carlos.varea@uam.es




Urgent action appeal:
Call for assistance in documenting and registering assassinated Iraqi
academics


Saving Iraqi academics is saving the future




Greatly alarmed by the assassination of academics in Iraq, The
BRussells Tribunal, in cooperation with the Spanish Campaign Against
the Occupation and for the Sovereignty of Iraq (CEOSI), collected
information since 2005 and alerted world public opinion on the
situation of Iraqi academics.


We established a list of the assassinated in order that mandated human
rights authorities investigate the killings and find a way to protect
Iraq’s academics and cultural wealth.


The assassinations, kidnappings, emigration and arrests of academics
continue. The vast and horrific increase in civilian deaths at the
hands of death squads and the emigration and killing of some of our
sources prevent us from registering and documenting new victims.


We appeal to families, friends, educational associations, universities,
colleges, schools and journalists to look at our list and inform us if
someone is missing.


The list can be found here:
http://www.brusselstribunal.org/academicsList.htm
and here: http://nodo50.org/iraq/2004-2005/docs/represion_11-11-05.html


These crimes must be investigated. Until now nothing has been done.
Victims should not be forgotten and Iraq’s intellectual heritage and
wealth should be saved.


To document these atrocities is an obligation for every academic who
believes that passing on knowledge is a duty, not a crime.




The BRussells Tribunal Committee
http://brusselstribunal.org
The Spanish Campaign Against the Occupation and for the Sovereignty of
Iraq (CEOSI)
http://nodo50.org/iraq/




In English or Dutch, contact Dirk Adriaensens:
dirk.adriaensens@skynet.be

In Arabic, contact Abdul Ilah Albayaty: albayaty_abdul@hotmail.com

In French or English, contact Hana Albayaty: hanaalbayaty@yahoo.fr

In Spanish, contact Carlos Varea: carlos.varea@uam.es

I'm not gonna apologise for my absence, so if you want that.. you know what to do.

news about the surroundings:
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I hereby declare all politicians to be morons.
oh, and most of the iraqis too.

thing about iraqis, you cant learn bout them by reading books.
its like sex really. no matter how much you read, there's always that "missing" variation of the general form, and oh what a difference does that one make :D
now.. you know what's the simplest way to recognize an iraqi?
(IN AMMAN, cuz in baghdad, just check the pulse. if its not there, then 99 times out of a 100, its a local, if its there.. well.. its an anomaly.)

again, what's the simplest way to recognize an iraqi?

check the footwear.

they put things on their feet straight out of the dark ages... pointy little size 42 horrors that they have the audacity to call shoes.
i wouldnt be caught dead wearing them (no seriously, islam burials are done shoe-less, coffin-less, nekked, wrapped up in a sheet with a plug up your butt and good to go.)
and what kills me, is that these morons consider themselves to be the epitome of fashion.
sheeple.

now, the ladyeeez (yeah, you had this one coming too):
you can recognize an iraqi gal by the amount of caked paint she puts on her mug.
i've seen circus clowns with less makeup.
apparently, (and naturally, as they are entitled to) they want to compensate for the 3 years of crap they've been having down in dreamland.

oh, dont forget the bodywear.. i mean, ok, wear what you like, stick your a$$ out of your apparel, just please, for the love of God in heaven, make sure it wont make others lose their appetite.
i am tired of seeing size 10 iraqi gals trying to fit into size 6 clothing. God knows it turned me off Basterma/pastrami for good.

oh, and bleached blonde.
what is the matter with arabs?
I hereby declare all blondes (except Mira Sorvino and my good self) to be included with politicians and iraqis in the category mentioned above.
uhhh.. i'm an iraqi myself, so... well, nobody's perfect, yet ;)


news about me:
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since, for personal reasons (basically, carefully worded and delivered threat of pain of death), i cant return to iraq.
so, i hereby also declare my MSc. study of two years, to have been no more than farting in the wind.
dont bother giving suggestions, i have reviewed all possible ways in my mind day and night for two weeks now.


also, being jobless and studyless, i have returned to fitness training with enthusiasm, i basically start training at 5 am, do 100 knuckle pushups twice, with total rest in between, then after the second hundred i immediately do two sets of the following with zero rest between exercises, and i $hit you not:
situps 100
reverse situps 50
twisting situps 50
side-crunches upper left/right 100
and lower left/right 100
squats 30
i finish at about 5:40 if i take my time.
then i take a drink of water, a zinc tablet, and promptly keel over in dreamful sleep :)
you see, its too freaking cold here to run, so i decided to faint myself to sleep every night instead.

i miss full-contact, a lot.

here the only other alternatives are Shotokan, Wing Chun, or TKD, and i will donate my brain to science before i do either.
no diss for the sports, i respect any practicioners of those sports, however:
a) its not my cup of tea.
b) here they sissified them into pantomime.
i read a sign nearby saying KickBoxing, but i'm too lazy to go check the club.

Kudos go to my friend and sempai, Kyubei, for convincing me i had what it takes to do the 100 knuckle pushups.

believe me, that one was a b*tch to crack, yet, i kept you in mind, and here i am :)
also, me learning a third (fourth?) language.
one that should be useful to me, sometime in the future.
my dead great-granddad (jubz v'z anzrq nsgre, naq OVT FUBG va byyyyyyyyyyq vend/fnhqv nenovn) knew 7 languages, big deal, i'm gonna show 'em how it should be done.


abgr gb abfrl-cnexref:
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(url, v'z vendv gueh naq gueh, naq zber vendv guna LBH, v pna genpr zl snzvyl onfvpnyyl onpx gb gur pbzvat bs gur nenof gb vend, fb qbag fgneg jvgu gur: "nuuu abj v xabj jul ur ungrf vend naq srryf qvfpbaarpgrq sebz vg")

so, first order of business..
hm. its late. i should go pray.
then, training. yeah baby.

i'll have to continue this another time. maybe not. who knows?

guvf jnf jevggra va ROT13, n fvzcyr sbez bs rapbqvat, va juvpu lbh pbqr rnpu yrggre hfvat gur flzoby+13 cynprf sebz vg.
v boivbhfyl yrsg bhg gur anzr bs gur rapbqvat zrgubq, gb frr vs lbh pna svther vg bhg.

abj, vs lbh ner npghnyyl ernqvat guvf, cyrnfr yrg zr xabj ol jevgvat:
"
Orrgyrthrfr
Orrgyrthrfr
Orrgyrthrfr
"
va abezny-fcrnx.

ntnva, sbe gubfr fybj-zvaqrq glcrf, guvf jnf jevggra va ROT13. OK?

nyfb, vs lbh ner ernqvat guvf, gura oryvrir zr, lbh unir gbb zhpu gvzr ba lbhe unaqf.
gunak sbe pnevat rabhtu gb qb vg.
ABJ JUB'F GUR ZRAGNY PNFR?
Ob Un Un Un
naq gura fbzr!

oh, and iraq sucks.
some say it blows. i tend to disagree.

You owe it to yourself:

now, first of all, i'll point your attention to this experiment in virtue, proposed by KyuBei, in it, he says that instead of talking on and on about good things, why not try DOING them for a change?

now, doing good, is the hardest thing in the world, and its also the most natural thing in the world.

its easier to watch tv than go pray
its easier to hoot and cat-call instead of respecting someone's feelings.
its easier to take 100$ than to give 10$.
its easier to rant blindly than to consider the other's point of view.

yet, have you actually tried doing something good?
you know how it feels?
how do one recognizes a good thing? hah! are you kidding me?

"Do unto others as you wish others do unto you."

i say this over and over and over, but, its sooo much easier to ignore and wave this away as lunatic ravings, than to actually look inside.

You DON'T have to go shout it out in the streets, you DON'T have to go preaching to others, no sir/ma'am! before thinking about telling others, why not tell it to yourself?

what can we do? hmm. so many things, so little time:
1. stop being dishonest.
2. respect yourself, in order to respect others.
3. heyyyy.. you KNOW what to do, you dont need me to tell you!

now, i'm not such a goody-goody two-shoes as i wish i'd be, hell no!
You know you're better than me, right?
ok, then please, show me how!
but more importantly, show yourself how.

give it a shot, you will NOT lose anything, if at the end you still wanna blow it, you will be your old self again, happy and content as you are.

for iraqis (and everyone else as well):
just how many of us, belonging to (group X), have said over and over "i have many friends in (group Y)" but deep down inside, you feel they are not the same?

"oh those rotten Sunnis"
"oh those rotten Shi'as"
"oh those rotten _____"

how many of us have said it in private?

"oh screw you, what do you know? dreamer! they're trying to kills us, you know"

- fine, pick up a weapon (or a pen, your choice), fight back those who fight you.
but let me ask you first: are ALL people in the other group out to get you?

learn to seperate between a rotten apple and a healthy apple-tree.
we have become the very same thing we fear.

"this is fine and dandy on paper, let me see you try it!"

- well, here's the thing: have you tried talking to a wall?
it wont work, i assure you.
i'm not saying go tell it to the next militia-member/zarqawi-boy/power-ranger you meet, cuz you and i both know the result.
i'm not even saying start a chain-letter!

i'm just saying, tell it to YOURself, to YOUR family, YOUR friends.
believe me, every person counts.
and without support, any wall crumbles.

"scoff scoff! you idjut! you're trying to patch a sinking ship!"

- well, its better than just jump overboard and hope for the best.
this way i'm doing something. You're doing something.


hell, don't we all want to become better?
i'm NOT gonna make you better, Kyubei's NOT gonna make you better.
YOU are gonna make yourself better.

this is not going to cost you anything, not money, not effort (physical or mental), not even time. (except maybe time to read it, but hey, if your time was so bloody important, you wouldn't have been browsing blogs in the first place, would you?)

:)

try it.

filler-of-sorts-post: Explaining KyokuShin Ni-Ju Kun:

or, the 11 mottos of the ultimate truth.

Society for Ultimate Truth, is the name of the school of "martial arts -hmph, i hate this name, martial arts, really! DAMN YOU, BRUCE LEE!-" in which i study.
i am just a beginner taking his first steps.

In KyokuShin, there are basic rules which outline the way for us beginners, i will attempt to explain them, because i believe that they are not limited to any one branch of life, they can be applied in any field should one choose to do so.

i abhor violence of any kind, i am not advertising for anything here, these are just the words of a wise man, i use them to guide me.

ok, here goes:

  • The Martial Way begins and ends with courtesy. Therefore, be properly and genuinely courteous at all times.

pretty obvious, I'd think. why be courteous/polite? hmmm. first, being angry and screaming and what-have-you, gives the impression that one is weak, full of hot air and cannot back up one's own words. second, it won't hurt you one bit!

  • Following the Martial Way is like scaling a cliff - continue upwards without rest. It demands absolute and unfaltering devotion to the task at hand.

in order to excel in ANY given field in life, i believe one should try his ALL, NOT his/her BEST.

  • Strive to seize the initiative in all things, all the time guarding against actions stemming from selfish animosity or thoughtlessness.

always aim for being the best there is, the one who does most push-ups, the one who gets the highest grades on his/her report, the one who gets the big promotion, the big prize... be motivated. AND, let your motive be the betterment of yourself, your family, and those around you. never seek glory just to show off on tv, or train harder simply to go beat up X or Y, that will make you lose yourself, and i don't mean the EminEm way.

  • Even for the Martial Artist, the place of money cannot be ignored. Yet one should be careful never to become attached to it.

i am a little guilty here. being a native of Mosul (think Scottish Jokes, think Scrooge McDuck), money has a major role in my life. funny i'm almost always out of it.. ah. money is important, one can not live on thoughts alone, OR or bread alone.
this is something i need to work on.

  • The Martial Way is centred in posture. Strive to maintain correct posture at all times.

posture, is not just the way you sit or stand or walk, it is also the way you speak, and the way you think. start from the outside, and work your way in. correct the way you sit and stand, slowly, the way you speak will change, and the way you think will follow it. you will only benefit from this.
you think the way you stand or think etc. is correct already? fiiiiiine! more power to you! how do we find if something is correct or wrong? simple: honestly ask yourself, if someone did this certain thing to me, would my feelings be positive about it? if yes, hallelujah! if no, think what that person could change in his act to make YOU happy, and act accordingly.

  • The Martial Way begins with one thousand days and is mastered after ten thousand days of training.

this is not as KyokuShin-specific as it looks. take it from another angle: you are trying to learn poker, in how many hands can you master it? you are trying to learn a new language, in how many days? etc etc.. in short, everything takes time to learn, and MUCH MORE time to master. no one is born knowing what he/she does.

  • In the Martial Arts, introspection begets wisdom. Always see contemplation on your actions as an opportunity to improve.

and in ANYTHING, always check yourself for faults, no body is perfect, NO BODY. we are ALL human, we are ALL mortal and fallible. (no religious hints or references here at all, honestly, religion/belief/etc is something between YOU and YOUR Creator/Force/Xenu etc. -- yeah, couldn't let it go there! ;) --) hint hint: never criticise people before you are sure you can cover your bases when the return salvo comes. :D

  • The nature and purpose of the Martial Way is universal. All selfish desires should be roasted in the tempering fires of hard training.

the nature of most if not ALL things is the same as well. Universal, in the sense that it transcends any one person. civilization went on only because its members worked together selflessly, not cuz they stood thinking: "hmmm.. i wouldnt benefit from inventing the submarine, hell, i am claustrophobic" -FOR EXAMPLE!- also, they worked more than they talked.
want to see the opposite? the iraqi parliment.

  • The Martial Arts begin with a point and end in a circle. Straight lines stems from this principle.

KaraTe begins with white, and ends in white, in that, no matter how many degrees black yo have, the longer you continue wearing your belt, the more it will begin to fade and fray, returning to the color white. you will be old. weak and frail, with a white belt, as in your original state. if you work till you achieve this state, then you are a great person.

non-KaraTe meaning:

you always return to your starting point. for example, you are born weak, and when you are old, you are weak again. you get a new job that lifts you from unemployment, after 30 yrs (if you're lucky) you retire, unemployed again. in the womb (no religion here, NO religion here!) you begin as almost nothing, just a bunch of cells feeding on its surroundings. in the grave, you are again, almost nothing. just a bunch of cells feeding ITS surroundings.

that doesnt mean i should sit on my laurels waiting for my time to die, no sir, i will make my own mark in this world and benefit myself and others (the straight line mentioned above), and after i die, people will keep on benefiting from my work. think: Edison, think: Nobel, think: Khawarizmi, etc.

  • The true essence of the Martial Way can only be realized through experience. Knowing this, learn never to fear its demands.

meaning: you can't learn sex from books.

:D Got you there! honestly, you can't learn to do anything, unless you try doing it yourself. simple. always have the guts to try out new things!

  • Always remember: In the Martial Arts the rewards of a confident and grateful heart are truly abundant.

there is a virtue in BuShiDo called Rectitude, my friend KyuBei wrote about it Here. this point here is verrrrry similar. be sure of yourself, decide, and once you decide, follow your decision through. oh, and when your boss gives you a raise, kiss his ass in gratitude.

:D

ahhhhh... the serenity of the void. (yeah riiiiiiiight. i WISH i could attain that state of mind. not now, maybe in 10 more yeas..)

hurrrrrrrrrrm.

next post: Tomb Raider-13, OR how someone threw my dead grandpa down to me in the grave to recieve. (just possibly, i might change my mind. THIS is why my nick is aNarki. my brain threads and deletes trains of thought at random)

هلللللللللللللللللللللللللللللللللللة ومية هلة

أو كما يقول, هذي "أحسن هدية للعيد"..
ثاني أحسن خبر سمعته اليوم, و..... لا ..... مراح اكللكم أول أحسن خبر
:p
عمركم خسارة أذا مقارين شي لشلش ومراح تزورون البلوك مالته... ولو ما أعتقد بقة أحد عراقي شريف مقاريلة شي
روحوا يلة بسرعة سلموا علية, شكاعدين تتنظرون؟
وعلة كولة الفنان المبدع عبدالحسين عبد الرضا
"أشوفج بعدين.... ها؟"
(هي أنكالت في باي باي لندن, ماأذّكر هوة كالهه لو نهاش فتى الجبل اللي صرّح بيها)
anyway, lazim aroo7
later.

eh.. What's up, Doc?

Breaking news:

Iran's president urges higher birth rate

Dr. Mahmud AhmadiNajad, president of our lovely friendly neighbor, Iran, has tapped into a SURE-FIRE way to get his people to support him and LOVE him, by telling them to "love" each other.

"People of Iran, my children, it is now, an Age of Love, let's prove to everyone once and for all, that we are peaceful, loving, people.. this is the first step in defeating the great shaitan, first we take down his national symbols, personalized, by that infidel rabbit Bugs Bunny. we shall prove to them that even their best effort at fornication will not intimidate us, alas, it will only drive us forward. after that, we we kick them in the face when they're down on the ground weeping..

heeyyyy.. watch it, we're still Iran, so NO fornication AT ALL if you are not married, ok people? now, ready....steady....GO!"


to mobilize the whole country for this gigantic step, iranian state TV and radio will begin non-stop broadcasts of Sir Mixalot's "Baby Got Back" and Michael Jackson's "Keep it in the Closet"

So THAT'S WHY he always looks so happy!
Power to the People! happiness and more healthy hearts too! :))

but seriously
Good move, Dr. Mahmud, i am serious here.
honestly.
he's taking care of his own, even giving holidays for "mothers to be", and i bet there'll be more fringe benefits on the way.. like anyone would need ANY fringe benefits for "increasing birth-rates"! :))

now, let me sugget something:

if the USA want to invade iran, in order to achieve success, make SURE to send in ONLY female recruits.
Oh OH clone Pam Anderson a couple of hundred thousand times, recruit the clones, and send her/them on her/them way to "liberate" Iran..

oops. what if some some pentagon hotshot is reading this?

hmmm..then the next thing you know, Rummy will go on tv stating that there ARE a couple of advantages to this:

  1. they (the army) have to pay only one of them, since technically they are all one and the same.
  2. they won't have to lower the admission standards anymore. Especially the IQ limits. Just reduce them this one time to fit her, and sure as s*it the army will be able to recruit ANYONE they want and ship them off to the meat grinder.
  3. the sight of Pam bagging a brown Hajji is infinitely more attractive than ol' Lynndie.
  4. it will greatly demoralize them Hajji terrorist-types, when Bush&Co. come round on tv saying: "Nyah Nyah, you got beat by a girl".
  5. she's the only person able to foil Dr. "evil" Mahmunijaj's plan.. waitaminute, that's his name, right? captain-whatshisface who roolz "eye-ran"?

aw heck. screw this.

(that's probably what ahmadi najad said as well) =))

it's a crazy world, and it keeps getting crazier by the minute.

:) SpamPost. will be back later.




re-attached the pics. clear this time round, eh?


hear that? that's the calm before the storm.

not MY calm. and not MY storm.
wait and see!

note: storm is here, or is about to be here. not HERE here.. check out the Kid's blog for more details.

say thanks for the free ad space, Kid.

13^2

this is post # 169: 13 * 13.. which means, i have to do something extra for this occasion, something.. memorable.. something that truly expresses my thoughts and beliefs..

instead, i decided to copy-paste a few lines in arabic. خخخخخخخ

عبارات عراقيه .........لا تفوتكم

:

(تريد الصدك لو ابن عمه).. (مقدمة لكذبة من الحجم العائلي)

(ومااطول عليك السالفة) : ( جملة محشورة داخل قصة يزيد عدد كلماتها عن 100000000كلمة.. )

(ومانشوفلك إلا ..).. (يعني موسيقى تصويرية قوتها 7.9 على مقياس ريختر لقصة سخيفة)

(وما كذبت خبر ).. (عبارة لنفش العضلات وبداية لكذبة ورسم بطولات ما حصلت إلابالخيال..)

(انت بعدك متعرفني زين)… (تقال عندما يشعرالمتكلم انه تبهذل وانمسحت كرامته بالكاع.)

(الله يستر عليها)... (تقال بعد نهاية كل قصة تم فيها نشر جميع بنات المنطقة وصديقات بنات المنطقة عالحبل.. )

(والله مكانك خالي وتمنينا تكون ويانه)... (تقال لحرق أعصاب المستمع واذلال شعوره.. )

(بس انت بصراحة يعني لاتزعل مني)…. (مصطلح يهيؤك نفسيا لسماع مسبة ولكن بطريقة مؤدبة..) خخخخخخخخ

(أني والله ميهمني)... (تدل على اهتمام المتكلم حتى الموت بالموضوع..)

(هسه شعلينه احنه ).. (نهاية الحديث البايخ الذي كان يتكلم فيه على غيره بما لايخصه..)

( الله كريم و ان شاء الله مااقصر وياك) .. (بعبارة أخرى.. انسى الموضوع..)

(بس لا يروح فكرك بعيد).. (يعني سوي نفسك مسمعت كل البلاوي ال حجيتلكياها..)

(والله لو ادري ولااعوفك).. (عبارة لتحميل منية ببلاش فوق الهم الأكله)

and to add insult to injury: i didn't even write the things above!

come on, they're not half bad. read them (aimed at iraqis), you might find something you like!

i sooooo wanna watch this: i don't know why, but somehow it keeps reminding me of iraq.
aaaaaaaaaand no, i am not speaking for ANY armed forces. i am speaking as an iraqi civilian.

ihath (and one liner note, not related to the post)

صار ستي, حتى لا تكولين غلست عالموضوع! وألف مبروك الكتاب

New book out by fellow iraqi blogger Elen "Ihath" Ghulam, i am making this announcement here for several reasons:

  1. She's Iraqi. (which is something i consider to be other than iraqi, note the capitalization. the latter you get automatically if you're born and living in iraq, the former, only if you LOVE Iraq. and again, Iraq is NOT the piece of no-man's land between Iran and Saudi Arabia, it is much MUCH more, inside all of us, even yours truly.)
  2. She's one of the earliest bloggers i read for when i started blogging.
  3. She's a talented writer, i like what she has to say, even if it contradicts with what i have to say. she still is able to make me stop and listen.
  4. She was the FIRST to scold me on the blog using her own ID (no anonymous scaredy-ass comment here, if you can't take the heat, don't...turn on the gas! :D), and the ONLY one to do it effectively so to convince ME to change MY ways! (it was a post linking to a site containing vulgar jokes about Sa3di el-7illi -famously rumored to be the patriarch of homosexuality in Iraq-,Poor poor guy, him. i mean, he didn't even send any emails to "16-year-old boys with hot bodies", and he's bigger than Godzilla in Iraq.. hmph.) .. ANYWAY, i deleted that post, and put instead an official apology to all y'all. plenty effective talker, her, you might say.
  5. She's a Computer Programmer! (i have a famous soft-spot for programmers!)

sooooooooo... anyway, without further ado, and like, another 5 or 6 reasons why i should bbe doing this, i present you with:

Don't Shoot! ... I have another story to tell you


described as:

"In the book One Thousand and One Nights. Scheherazade has to tell stories in order to survive. She tells such interesting and compelling stories that King Schehrayar can't help but let her live one more night and then another and then another. After a thousand and one nights, he gets attached and forgets his murderous desire. By salvaging her own life with stories, Scheherazade in turn liberates Schehrayar's heart from its darkness. As war and terrorism rages, so grows the antagonism between the Middle East and the West. "Don't Shoot! . . . I have another story to tell you" is the personal journey of an Iraqi woman who walks the tightrope between East and West. The book is a funny and often moving voyage of uncovering, discovering and discarding of identity. It is a book understanding the past, and telling new stories in order to embrace the future. Through these tales of transformation the book encourages the reader to grow attached and come to understand the Middle East's many contradictions."

check it out, now.

seriously, my only regret is that i didnt participate in spreading word about any other iraqi bloggers who have had books out.

that's an open invitation to all of you, iraqi bloggers:

if you are still alive and sane, and you decide to write a book, and you actually manage to publish it, please give me a line, i will gladly write about it!

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liner note not related to anything above:

yesterday on iraqi tv, came reports of police finding 110 dead bodies in and around baghdad. what are we? SHEEP? i can safely bet that there were actually LESS sheep killed in baghdad yesterday than people, if the news were true.

yahooNews said the number was around 60-something dead bodies... SO????

how many bodies does it take for it to be a horrific atrocity?

many people say: six. (and a lunatic grudge-motivated gunman who then proceeds to blow himself away)

oh. i remebered, we're iraqi. no need to worry, then. there're plenty more brown-skins where them 60-sth. came from.

Poison! ARGH!

normally i am the south pole to politics' north (meaning: I DON'T DO POLITICS!)
but this headline caught my eye:

Arrest made in Iraq police poisoning case

what is this? first, they show us the police academy on tv looking less like an academy to graduate police officers, and a LOT more like my highschool (Markaziyah: see Pigsty)
then, they take of a regiment of police persons and herd them off for "re-training/re-education/hanging by the nuts in the sun" purposes, and now THIS?

شجانوا ديسووون كل هل الوكت؟ يتفرجون مسلسل العندليب؟

i dont know, but the picture the news is painting, gives you the impression that you are better off playing tom and jerry with the terrorists ON YOUR OWN.

anyway, i have to run off now, will come back to continue this, one last thing:
the first ever thing that came to mind while reading this piece of ......uh... news, is a piece from Joseph Heller's genius novel, Catch-22.

long part ahead: warning!

"...'I didn't even realize we weren't serving enough prunes,' Milo the chef had admitted that first day.
'I suppose it's because I'm still so new. I'll raise the question with my first chef.'
Yossarian eyed him sharply. 'What first chef?' he demanded.
'You don't have a first chef.'
'Corporal Snark,' Milo explained, looking away a little guiltily.
'He's the only chef I have, so he really is my first chef, although I hope to move him over to the administrative side.
Corporal Snark tends to be a little too creative, I feel. He thinks being a mess sergeant is some sort of art form and is always complaining about having to prostitute his talents. Nobody is asking him to do any such thing!
Incidentally, do you happen to know why he was busted to private and is only a corporal now?'

'Yes,' said Yossarian. 'He poisoned the squadron.'
Milo went pale again. 'He did what?'
'He mashed hundreds of cakes of GI soap into the sweet potatoes just to show that people have the taste of Philistines and don't know the difference between good and bad. Every man in the squadron was sick. Missions were canceled.'

'Well!' Milo exclaimed, with thin-upped disapproval. 'He certainly found out how wrong he was, didn't he?'

'On the contrary,' Yossarian corrected. 'He found out how right he was. We packed it away by the plateful and clamored for more.

We all knew we were sick, but we had no idea we'd been poisoned.' Milo sniffed in consternation twice, like a shaggy brown hare. 'In that case, I certainly do want to get him over to the administrative side. I don't want anything like that happening while I'm in charge. You see,' he confided earnestly... "

all iraqis should get it, read it, love it, put it under their heads while they sleep, eat it drink it breath it make love to it have children with it if possible (if not, then it sure is NOT its fault)

Catch-22.

what better way to describe iraq now?

العَطَلة: That who has nothing better to do

العَطَلة
pronounced: Atala
means, one who has nothing better to do, like for example, me posting here, or, the anonymous person down there who had nothing better to do than comment there, or, perhaps, even you, reading this right now! (you don't have anything better to do? tch tch tch)
real post.. what are the signs of a real post?
do i have to... give people what they want?
do i have to... tell you what you would like to hear?
paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
ah, my friend, then you are truly, a عَطَلة, if you expect me to do that..
i suggest taking one of these 3 times daily:

sooo.. what then? what do i wanna do?
lemme c.. (insert appropriate pause here)


اكوووووووووول.. أكو أحد غيري ديشوف "يوميات أرنوب" ؟


ok, back in english:
i have a computer case right here sitting near me, collecting dust, its owners expect it back by 10pm tonight, fixed and sorted out and everything..
hmmm..
what's wrong with it?
what else? windows!
there's a resource conflict that's stopping the owner from accessing the 'net, happened after i installed a brand-new lan card, on a battered windows OS, now, the norm would be to simply format and re-install the thing.. problem is, as with most iraqis with computers, the owner lost all the driver cds, and now, i guess i'll have to connect the pc, figure out its exact hardware requirements, download the drivers on THIS pc here, disconnect, connect the other one, fix it and b done with it.

all this cuz windows won't identify the lan card correctly. huff.

(i'll try a little trick first, re-install the lan-card on another slot, and see if windows can get its shit together then. if not, then.. ah.)

and so, grasshoppahs, you will be denied my presence for this evening.
or, until i am done with the task at hand, that is.

ta.

بيتنا ونلعب بية, وشلها غرض بينا الناس؟


أييييييييييييييييييه.

هسة تمام
شكو؟ ليش عربي؟ ليش مو عربي؟
اه العفو... تمام تمام استوعبت وجهة نظرك.
عيوني, قريت التايتل شمكتوب بية؟ كلش عال.

أذيييييييييييييني

وهمم بععععععد (then some بالعربي)
this is just a glimpse of things to come.


Then Some! will shut down, please sign in to avoi...

And so, what is there to talk about?

The story leading to my engagement? How I met my savior Angel?
How my world seems to melt away when I am with her?
How I pray to God every single day, for the blessings I received?

Nah.

It'll probably sound like the ravings of a short-sighted, sand-kissing Romeo.
It's not fair, I say.
Unfair for her, the one whom I love, respect, and honor above the whole world.
And unfair for me, because I despise all the lies spewed forth by book-romanticism.

Instead, let me tell you a story, a short story:
(This is the part where you and I know I'm talking bout myself, without mentioning real names, oh, and omitting and adding a few parts as well).

There was this Iraqi punk, your average, early 20's kind of punk, who thinks the whole world owes him an apology.
Now, people would usually say that this punk actually had a functional brain, but he wasted this by doing lots of stupid stuffs.
LOTS.

I mean, this was the guy who got accepted in the most prestigious college in ALL of Iraq by his own effort, placed among the top ten students in the college IQ screening tests, but once he got there, he somehow always managed to barely pass the course materials, getting a D was the norm here.

…who almost got kicked-out for screaming filthy insults at the whole faculty while they ALL were present during a meeting in the same hall, but they didn’t know who did it on merit of his classmates shoving him to the floor behind a row of seats and piling over him to cover him.

…who used a blow-torch to write his initials on a wall inside the college workshop, oh, and right above the oxy-acetylene tanks too.

…who caused several vehicular hit-and-run accidents using a driver's license acquired through bribery.

…etc

Not to mention smoking, drinking, and trying to kill himself a few times too.
Basically, he was a mess, almost everyone in college dubbed him "a crazy asshole", and he dubbed them "blind fools way below me"

These are the things the guy would confess to, and there is a TON of other shit he won't even acknowledge publicly to this day.

Anyway, when this guy was in his second year in college, he was introduced to this shy little freshman girl, who quickly became one of his closest friends, maybe due to the stark contrast between them.

This guy was nuts, she was sane.
He always had too much ado about nothing, she kept it real.
He was a loser, she was an angel.

I don’t want to bore everyone with a long story, I DID say I'd keep it short.
Basically, she saved his life twice, turned it around, and helped greatly to make him into the person he is today.

I know its stupid and not fair what I just did. I gave a very detailed intro, then finished the story with one line, but hey, LIFE is unfair, why should I be? Suck it up!

Besides, I'm not going to reveal anything online about my girl, thank you very much.
Suffice to say, I kiss the ground she walks on, I owe her my life, twice over, there isn’t anyone in God's earth who cares more for me, and I intend to return that care and love back to her, twice over as well.
I am serious.

Oh, I guess some would say: "oh but you said you didn’t believe in love, so many times, you're a bigot liar.. Blah blah."
To them I say: "Screw you, #!^*&(`%, with a Goat. Learn to READ, not just LOOK".

I don’t believe in Romeo + Juliet, I don’t believe in Othello, I don’t believe in stereotypical flash-in-the-pan mass-media romance.

Its MY love, and I will define it.
And screw dead poets and everyone and everything else.

Simple, right? :)

(although, SRV's Pride and Joy does come to mind, but you cant really consider Stevie OR the Blues, to be mass-media in ANY way ;) )

On another note relating to the title of this post, I am seriously contemplating a long-term hiatus.
I need to rest.
Just finished writing my thesis.
Again, I need some ME time.
will i stop COMPLETELY, or will i just take a break? right now, i dont know.
There will be signs either way. I don’t hit and run anymore.

Thank you for taking time and effort to read.

there you go, thats a post for you, and Then Some!

:D


(not a real post, but in short, i got ENGAGED! details laterrrrrrrrrrrr...)
and THEN SOME!

A million Dollars. CORRECTION: THREE million Dollars.

nothing. nothing. just passing through.


(crosses his fingers and holds breath in a silent prayer)

"Yuss, Massah."

A couple of days ago, last tuesday, i think, i left my uncle's apartment to go back to my parents', being on the 3rd floor, i decided to take the stairs down, to exercise my legs..
as i came into the second floor, i noticed a little house-maid, of non-arabic origins (Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, not sure..)

anyway, she was taking out a bag of trash.. now, being in a tight stairwell and everything, i preferred not to crowd the poor girl, so i kept walking some meters behind her..
i thought about offering to help with the bag, but, i thought she might be suspicious, as it is highly uncommon for people to help the "help".

she noticed i was there, i dont know how.. maybe because i was whistling "raindrops keep falling on my head".. hm

as we came down to the ground floor, i noticed that she walked to the door, opened it, and HELD IT OPEN.

it took me a few milliseconds to realize that the poor girl was holding it for ME.

i froze with shock.. i mean, WHY? she was carrying a bag, IN FRONT OF ME, why doesnt she go out first?

i look at her quizzically, she beckons: "pulease, sir go out"
oh God.
i reply "no its ok please you go first"
the girl goes "no, sir go first"

i repeat this, i get same reply.
a third time, again, same reply.

i walk out first.

it hurt. really hurt.
i was part of a crime.

what has been done to this poor soul? it took years and years of constant "teaching" to make her behave like this.
no self-worth, no dignity, no future, no hopes no dreams NO LIFE.

and you know what really kills me?
this poor girl is one of the few "lucky" so-called maids.
when she writes and sends money to her parents in Sri Lanka, they ENVY her for having a good-paying job in a MODERN country.

too much pain in the world.
i know it is not my place to give judgement, and that this has been going on for thousands of years, from before the exodus, till the present day, but still, it does not make it one bit less painful.

i am NOT preaching communism (with all do respect to any "travellers" who land here), and i am NOT against hiring people to do things for you, as long as their dignity remains intact.

we are all created equal. and in death, we are equal again..

sadly, this apparently escapes many minds.

oh, INDEED this girl is one of the "lucky" ones.. you should hear about the things committed against these poor people in the Gulf and Egypt. "Alwafideen", as they call them. means "those who arrived" nice word. easier on the ear than "slave".
headlines:

i will not go on in detail for now.. this is a long and torturous subject, and it needs extensive research, much more than i am able to do for the time being.

i will write more about this subject, modern-day "disguised slavery", soon.

iraq had/has/will always have its share of slavery, enforced by society and "the people above".
hah.

like i said, no time now. got a freaking thesis to write.
and Then Some.


"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty. "


Listening to:
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1. Kenny Wayne Shepard - Somehow Somewhere Someway (5:35)
2. Classical - 9th Symphony 1 (12:56)
3. Ozzy Osbourne - Crazy Train (4:57)
4. Massive Attack - Superpredators (5:14)
5. john williams - Superman (4:28)
6. Michael Angelo Batio - tribute to randy (6:09)
7. Robert Johnson - The Sky Is Crying (2:50)
8. Vroom - I want to rock v1.0 (2:53)
9. Yngwie Malmsteen - Gimme! Gimme! Gimmie! (Abba Cover) (5:57)
10. Nobuo Uematsu - Aerith's Theme (4:18)
11. Christina Aguilera - Ain't No Other Man (3:48)
12. Kenny Wayne Sheppard Band - Blue on Black (5:30)
13. Yngwie Malmsteen - Somewhere Over the Rainbow (5:24)
14. Iron Maiden - Can I Play With Madness (3:32)
15. Themes - Keep Hope Alive (Theme From tv show Third Watch) (6:14)
16. The Crystal Method - I Know Its You (5:48)
17. Christina Aguilera - At Last (3:32)
18. Ozzy Osbourne - Killer Of Giants (5:44)
19. Iron Maiden - Can I Play With Madness (3:32)
20. Kyoto Shakuhachi Master - Kyusha Reibo (Japanese Zen Buddhist Flute) (2:14)
21. Vangelis - Blade Runner (End Titles) (4:39)
22. Christina Aguilera - Still Dirrty
23. Yamato Ensemble - Yamaji (4:26)
24. Shakira - Hips dont lie ft Wyclef Jean (3:41)
25. B.B. King- The Blues Come Over Me (5:15)
26. Robert Johnson - Hell Hound On My Trail (2:36)
27. Monk - Its A Jungle Out There (1:50)
28. Christina Aguilera - Slow Down Baby
29. Osbourne, Ozzy - Facing Hell (4:26)
30. Nobuo Uematsu - Flowers Blooming in the Church (4:59)
31. Stone Temple Pilots - Plush (5:13)
32. Police - Every Breath You Take (4:12)
33. Jamiroquai - Corner of the Earth (5:40)
34. Slayer - Seasons in the Abyss (6:33)
35. Black Sabbath - Heaven And Hell (6:58)
36. The Crystal Method - Born Too Slow (2:59)
37. James Blunt - You Are Beautiful (3:33)
38. Christina Aguilera, Lil' Kim, Mya & Pink - Lady Marmalade (4:25)
39. Jamiroquai - Seven Days In Sunny June (3:59)
40. crystal method - Bound too long (6:23)
41. BONNIE PINK - Last Kiss (4:23)
42. Bon Jovi - Have A Nice Day (3:39)
43. Haddaway - What Is Love - www.freehitmp3.com (3:51)
44. Andy Timmons Band - Gone (3:51)
45. Bonnie Pink - A Perfect Sky (PVrip) (4:04)
46. Bonnie Pink - It's gonna rain! (4:37)
47. Japan: Traditional Vocal and Instrumental Music-01 (5:45)
48. Traditional Japanese Music - Koto & Shakuhachi - Etenraku (2:56)
49. Bob Sinclair - Love Generation (4:50)
50. Harp and flute - Harp and flute - Japanese-Sakura - Traditional Folk Song-flute (3:36)
51. Themes - Keep Hope Alive (Theme From tv show Third Watch) (6:14)
52. Jamiroquai - You Give Me Something (3:23)
53. DragonForce - Through The Fire And Flames (7:25)
54. Al DiMeola - Passion, Grace & Fire (5:40)
55. Black Sabbath - Heaven And Hell (6:58)
56. B.B. King - Lucille (10:11)

Welcome to the FIGHTCLUB! ohhhhhh how i wish..

Once again, sadly, i am proven to be right.
Iraq is on another planet.

how so?
let me explain:

me, or rather, my brother-friend and me (a friend so close he's like a brother to me, cheers, V-knight!) have devised this theory, and set out to prove it:
how?

we go out and pick fights with people.

well, not exactly..
we cant pick fights at random, we're NOT psychotic, not yet, anyway..
so, usually, we just let it happen the natural way.

we go walking with girls.
and since the "average" middle-eastern male is a total idiot, and considers himself God's gift to women, ESPECIALLY women he doesnt know, since that, the "average" male will usually try to flirt with the first woman he lays eyes on..

henceforth, if you take a walk with a lady, preferably more than one, some idiot will try something, and you will have a perfectly good reason to kick his head in.

point is, NO ONE HERE IS UP FOR A FIGHT.
I've been trying this for a month now, but no-one is giving me the time of day, let alone a good reason for a good whuppin'!

take tonight for example, i mean, i was going on with old friends today, mixed company, two girls, two guys, minding my business, and there was this little kid punk, with THREE of his buddies, he started something, and not just something in passing, he kept signalling to my company as he was walking.. i put myself in his line of sight, and stared him dead in the eye, him and his buddies, just praying for a reason..

he shied away.

punk.

and things like this happened throughout the night..
people are not raising their kids the way they should.. now i'm no dr. seuss, but i am aware that you should not bother other people, esp. people you do not know
(and i guess you could consider "whistling" and blurting 20-yr old "pickup lines" as bothersome.. )

for God's sake, if you wanna flirt, at least try on some new lines for a change.. God, how lame!

so anyway, throughout the night, people kept "walking too close", "staring too hard" and doing assorted other tricks to our company, and everytime, they'd take off peacefully after a good look in the eye, an "accidental" shoulder shove, or any of the usual other fight-starting tricks..
man, if you dont have the guts to follow up your act, why do it in the first place?

i'm not saying i'm a tough biker-guy-like macho-man on steroids, nooooo no way on the contrary! i mean, i'm more like the most peaceful guy you can ever meet (ask anyone who knows me offline), but i do have my moments..
also, with the v-knight covering my back (he was the other guy with me), it'd take more than a couple of punks to take us on :) (he's my senior in training)

in iraq, for a genuine iraqi, it is sufficient only to be living on the same planet he's in, and he'd come over asking for a fight. ask any iraqi why Candid Camera shows NEVER work in iraq, iraqis have ZERO-tolerance for anything, they'd rather shoot first, break the butt of the gun on your head, hang you from your earlobes, shove a live grenade down your shorts, and then ask questions later.

Q.E.D. Iraq is on another planet.
and a bonus:

middle-eastern men are (mostly) all idiotic losers..
and THEN SOME!


I have given up. crap. ahhhhhhhhh.

Listening to:

Andy Timmons Band - Resolution
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1. Andy Timmons Band - Deliver Us (4:04)
2. Andy Timmons Band - Helipad (4:49)
3. Andy Timmons Band - Ghost Of You (5:09)
4. Andy Timmons Band - Resolution (5:41)
5. Andy Timmons Band - Redemption (3:44)
6. Andy Timmons Band - Lydia (3:45)
7. Andy Timmons Band - Gone (3:51)
8. Andy Timmons Band - Move On (3:00)
9. Andy Timmons Band - Beware Dark Days (6:08)
10. Andy Timmons Band - The Prayer/The Answer (4:55)
11. Andy Timmons Band - Headed For The Ditch (3:18)

AAAAANnnd:

Black Label Society - Mafia
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1. Black Label Society - Fire It Up (5:03)
2. Black Label Society - What's In You (3:04)
3. Black Label Society - Suicide Messiah (5:51)
4. Black Label Society - Forever Down (3:43)
5. Black Label Society - In This River (3:56)
6. Black Label Society - You Must Be Blind (3:31)
7. Black Label Society - Death March (3:08)
8. Black Label Society - Dr. Octavia (0:54)
9. Black Label Society - Say What You Will (3:50)
10. Black Label Society - Too Tough To Die (2:54)
11. Black Label Society - Electric Hellfire (2:31)
12. Black Label Society - Spread Your Wings (4:13)
13. Black Label Society - Been A Long Time (3:11)
14. Black Label Society - Dirt On The Grave (2:55)
15. Black Label Society - I Never Dreamed (6:07)


also, for all of you blues lovers out there,
Kenny Wayne Sheppard/Sheperd/Shepard (spelling varies according to websites)
K.W.S. - While We Cry
K.W.S. - Blue on Black

and the immortal SRV - Little Wing (i personally -with many others- consider this version to be an independant song, rather than a "cover" of Hendrix)

take care now, for real.. gotta go work on that second chapter.

Re: stop your blog

HUH??

u sure this is aimed towards me?
i mean, first, i have NOT left iraq, i am vacationing outside iraq, like i did before and after 2003...
if God blessed my family, how dare i deny that, i thank God everyday for his blessings..
when i do decide to leave iraq, and inshallah i will, i will do tell about it, my friend!

then, if you want to drop my nationality just cause i have ventured outside Trebel border station, you must do that to millions and millions of iraqis...

"qualifies you to talk about the situation etc etc"
WHEN HAVE I EVER WRITTEN ABOUT THE SITUATION?
i just say from time to time that it is crappy, and that you cannot deny
and since the day i stepped in amman, i never published anything about iraq.

i believe that you should take a deep breath, perhaps you have lost something or someone precious in the violent hell that is iraq at the moment, perhaps you are angry at something i said, or something i did..

if it is the first, please, i hope you do not blame me for something i did not do..

if it is one of the last two, i hope you find it in your heart to forgive me, and tell me please what i said or did to offend you..

everyday iraqi... hmm.. i wonder what that means..
does the everyday iraqi not watch tv?
does the everyday iraqi not listen to music? (even islamic songs, which i listen to with joy)
does the everyday iraqi not write in english? (you yourself do!)use the net?
use computers?
play sports? (i assume you like and play football, even if not now, then when u were younger)
study?

i do all those. nothing more.

or maybe you mean that i do not do politics?
that, i am truly guilty of.

if you want to rebuild iraq as a free haven, shouldnt you give me, your iraqi friend (hopefully), the freedom to choose where i want to live?

i do want to forget all about iraq, my friend, but sadly, i cant.
i am iraqi, first and foremost, and nothing can take that away, even when i die, i will be iraqi.

i hope we can be friends, and it seems you are my fellow blogger..
honestly, i want to know whats bothering you..

and i wonder, did you send this to other bloggers, or just me?

awaiting your reply, brother..



the original email text:

"Hi

I don't mean to be rude, but I believe that you should stop your blog. As you no longer live in Iraq, I don't think that you are qualified to write about the situation there. If you want to carry on and publish your personal memoirs on the web, please use another channel (or make it clear to readers that you no longer represent the "everyday" Iraqi who endures the daily hardship of life there).

Quit blogging...leave it to those who are brave enough to stay and commit themselves to rebuilding their country, against all odds. They may not be as eloquent as you, but their broken sentences will have bigger impact than anything you can write.

You can just forget all about Iraq now.

Be safe.
"

Aaaaaaaaaand we ALL met, yeah well, most of us anyway..

yeah, we did, the whole bunch of usual suspects:
in NO particular order:

-Attawie, Haneen, Hala S., Zeyad, the Kid, and yours truly-
Micho kept walking around, didnt join us, altho technically, we did meet her.
Nabil was AWOL, AWL actually cuz he was out with friends..

i was criticised for my choice of surroundings..but i'll leave everything else, and all the details for the rest to divulge!

come on! i'm the only one writing about these meetings!

its not fair!

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :'((


its not fair i tell you... Muhhhhhh.. Heh Heh Heh.

Meanwhile, here's a sports' themed post!

This is Kyokushin!

click on the link to activate it, note, however, that the video is 13 megs large, and will take some time to load..




I have a feeling someone I know will relate to the intro song! (the one after the opening credits, which shows the various offshoots of kyokushin... all hail the _______ you know who you are!)

check out the video at 1:00+ deep.. That is Kancho (Captain) Shokei Matsui, and that, ladies and gentlesorts, is Kyokushin's answer to Bruce Lee's famous One Inch Punch :D
if i find the whole video somewhere online (i have it back in baghdad), i will post it!


meanwhile:
Kyokushin? Come again?

'SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS WITH YOU! BOHAHAHA!!'

Abbreviated post warning:

Post:Start---------
Oneesan!
Post:End---------

yep, that's all, folks! (tm)

will come back soon, meanwhile, check out Bleach, one of the greatest anime series ever made.. BUT, i recommend you have your Pop-Up Blocker ON..

(meanwhile, if you want that plushie pic above, try here)

Meet me in St. Louis:

ahhhh.. the ever awaited "Meeting" post:

there will be several sides to this story, i warn you not to expect too much from mine though.

let's get the other stuffs over with first:

arrived in Jordan, well, two weeks ago. trip was easy and uneventful, we came before the "tourism" season, not much else.

am writing my thesis now, it is titled: "Video Object Tracking: Design and Implementation", an object-tracking/recognition app. programmed in C++Builder.. struggling with the theoretical and introductory parts. the science parts i know blindfolded, its all the other BS that i am suffering with. dont worry tho, getting there bit by bit!

I guess it came for the best that i didnot post until today (or rather, tonight), as if i had posted but two days earlier, i would have corrupted all of your moods along with mine.

dont you hate it when ur past blindsides you, and hooks you in the gut?
the state i was in was the emotional equivalent to a nice well-aimed kick to the head.
it isnt over just yet, but i hope it will be in the coming days.

stressful situations are the BEST measure of mankind.
some people crumble, some people shy away, and some, by God! some come out fighting!
all i can say for now is, i know where my future is. and i will not be persuaded otherwise.
(the fighting bit was NOT about ME, altho i did put up a good fight!)

nowwwww... ahh.
the meetings:
y'see, there were two, in fact (Thanks, 'Smile), and i am pleased with the outcome of both.

first meeting was arranged in 30 mins, in a mall that is near my family's apartment here, all the better for me! a call was made to arrange the details (since we hadnt met before, we both had ZERO visual data about each other, and to think i put up a picture here a few posts earlier!)

anyway, first thing you notice about Attawie, is the voice!
clear, sure voice, and with a certain bounce to it that makes u feel comfortable..
call went ok, got dressed and started walking towards the mall..
tissues..check.
mints....check.
presentable..checked.
time to go, 5 mins, no worry, i'll make it.
(most impressions are made within the FIRST 30 seconds, and last for a long time)

at the mall gates, i notice changes, i havent been here a whole year, and stuff was being built in what was empty spaces.. nice! also, hello hello what is this? security guards, metal detectors, checkpoints, hmmm.. good. keeps the crazies out.
since i do tend to look more like your average tourist that your average jihadist, also i am old enough not to be considered a kiddo, (they check teens/young people here) the security checks were not a major issue.. i walk into the mall, and iraq hits me square in the face...

all this place needs is a flag and a chai kiosk and we can declare it Iraq 2.0..
God.. you even see the same faces, the same people as back "home", minus three meters of clothing, of course.

a quick ride up the escalators, 30 seconds left on the clock, i wonder if she was there before me.. hmmm. anyway, i guess she'll be coming with a brother or a relative, now, who would i address first? if i address the "chaperone", it will make him/her feel safer, but will probably make Attawie feel ignored, if i say hi to her first, it would make the chaperone watchful of me... ah well, i'll solve it as the situation present itself..

i stand in front of an agreed upon shop, which is regretfully on a corner, which forces me to sidestep left and right as people walk by.. -Khalid, the same one where u treated me to that iced-coffee thing last year! this year's on me! Yallah hurry before my money runs out :D-
she told me she's wearing green.. hmm. that one? too young. this one? too old. oh, that? wrong gender.. ah.

(ever notice when you are waiting for a specific something to show up, suddenly 739465 similar but not-quite-identical things appear??)

few minutes pass by...tick. tock. tick. TOCK.
hmm. two girls up front, both in green, one is raising a cellphone to her ear, object identified? 90% chance.
i attract their attention, and we spend a few moments looking at eachother, trying to establish an ID.. then i smile, voila!
i know the first one is Attawie due to her eye-glasses, the other? younger cousin or sister.. good, go for the primary! -this is the inside of my brain, at T+0.25 seconds from the first smile-
Attawie proves to be a little more shy than her Sis..both are good ladies from good families, again, i feel comfortable, like meeting old friends..
after the customary greetings -and the built-in japanese bow by me, a habit i cant kick-, i am introduced to her sis, very pleasant, both of them, very very pleasant!

of course, knowing me, 5 seconds into the conversation, already i'm running on empty, mind is blank.. ahh the usual 13'isms.. we start walking, led by her younger sis, let's call her S, we roam the mall, talking about anything and everything, and i keep finding we have a lot more in common than just blogspot(tm)..

13, being in the company of girls, automatically switches to "lurker" mode, where i stare down any male on-lookers, and actually place myself infront of them, esp. young punks, for fear of said punks bothering my companions.. i hope i didnt freak the girls out. they must think i havent seen a girl in 10 years.. crap. another habit i cant kick.

the rest of the meeting is more of the same, but with us sitting down at a cafe, suddenly these two ladies walk up to us, one of them looking at me personally, by reflex i stand to say hello, turns out, they are Attawie's older sis and aunt, good people.. just as i knew they would be.

while the veil of blogspot does shield the eyes, you can get a good picture of the soul, and the mentality..

oh, sorry, i wont be giving any physical descriptions of any of them here, cuz: a) they are ladies, b) this is an "IRAQI" blog, and c) what does appearance matter anyway?

their time is quickly up, night falls on amman, and we all have to go home.. ahhh.. time flies with good company.
still in "lurker" mode, i escort the girls and their aunt to the taxi queue outside, where our fellow iraqis -and arabs, i aint excluding anyone here- once again prove their authenticity by creating a huge mess out of what used to be a civilised queue.
a little later, they are in the cab, heading home, and i walk back to my own place, pleased with a meeting that went well..
(for me, that would simply be not making a total jackass out of myself!)

'Smile: i know you know the details, but, that's all I can write here!
and
Mel: Quit teasing us odd iraqis! :)

----- end of captian's log-----

new entry: Tuesdaysssss:

Kid calls: "Aloooo"
me "Ha? whadda u want? am too busy and P'Oed to recieve u here, do NOT come over"
kid "ha ha ha i knew u'd say that! come on to the mall, Attawie said she'd come" -i leave the rest for the kid to tell! he is not as brazen as he sounds on his blog-
"oh, ok.. what day is it? tuesday.. hmm. but i got a chapter draft i have to finish.."
"ah come on 13, take a break from study at least a day? dont be a book worm"
"ok, when?"
"30 mins"
"will do. c ya"
click.
same routine as last time, a change of clothes, a mint, then a brisk walk to Macca Mall..
on the second floor, i call him to check his position, after a quick tour, i find him, and almost manage to creep up on him from behind, before Slipknot, a friend who's with him, turned and saw me..
hello.. i attempt a kiss, but see that the 'Kid is already doing it "bluetooth style" with me
(that is where u air-kiss with ur cheeks 5 cm apart).. good! smart guy, learns fast!
(note: is there anyone here who DOESNT know i hate slurping/male-kissing? check here for reference)

"did they arrive yet?"
"nah, i'll check, how are you, 13?"
"fine fine blah blah ....etc"
and so it goes..

waitaminute... what am i supposed to write here anyway? i mean, people meet, people talk, people go home.. end of story.

(besides, it was the 'KID's first meeting with the girls, let HIM describe it! I did mine!)

what i will describe tho, is the return home:
the hour turned late, so the girls had to return home, we decided to escort them to the taxi queue again, the kid and slipknot got held up -by a sudden appearance of another friend, rather than any armed gunmen- so it was the girls and me again, the "lurker"..
ah. they MUST think i'm an overprotective paranoid iraqi freak.. oh well.
we go out, they decide to grab a taxi from outside the mall area, since all the cabbies near the mall are thieving idiots.. we cross the street, this time, i top myself:
my lurker mode extends to on-coming CARS. ever try to stare down a speeding mercedes?
placing yourself in front of it wont work, i know!

why all this idiocy, you say?
call me old-fashioned, but i consider anyone with me as being left in my care.. esp. young ladies, boys can fend for themselves somewhat, and i doubt they'll get many passes and looks, but girls, in arab society, that's a different story.. so i tend to think of anyone with me in general as entrusted to me to keep safe. crazy.

anyway, we walk and talk, till suddenly we run out of road, which signals its taxi-time. i wait for the girls to take a cab, and i walk home, which was like about 50 meters away.

i look forward to other meetings, that is, if they dont have me marked as "nuts, do not approach".. hmmm

i am also very interested in meeting Zeyad, and i hear Nabil is also in Amman..
Khalid, meeting you is a must! if you are in Amman, that is!

who else? anyone i forgot to mention?

oh, one thing i nearly kicked the kid in his nuts for :
we were walking down a crowded corridor, before the girls arrived, he recieved a prank call from Zeyad, at first, he didnt recognise Z's voice, and he talked on and on thinking he was talking to a professor or something, i heard one side of that conversation -seems Z is really good at his stuff, hats off to you, Z-, anyway, when the kid found out, he forgot he was in a public CROWDED place, full of women and young children, and he shouted at Z using a very profane insult. that really ticked me off.
i hate people who are not self-aware.

oh and kid, before you say: "what's the big deal, dont get ur panties in a twist"
let me ask u: would u like having me say it out loud in front of your parents, or your siblings?

watch ur tongue, kiddo.
لسانك حصانك

hey, i DID tell u not to read on! this is by far the most boring description of a day out in all of modern history!

listening to
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1. Michael Angelo Batio - all along the watchtower (5:35)
2. Michael Angelo Batio - burn (5:31)
3. Michael Angelo Batio - dream on (4:38)
4. Michael Angelo Batio - hands without shadows (5:28)
5. Michael Angelo Batio - pray on, prey (5:17)
6. Michael Angelo Batio - tribute to randy (6:09)
7. Michael Angelo Batio - wherever i may roam (5:33)
8. Michael Angelo Batio - zepplin forever (7:10)

The King of Speed EXCELLS in this one, my favs r Pray on, Prey, and the RandyRhoads tribute! CrazyTrain/Mr.Crowely!!!!

TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY! TRIBUTE TO RANDY!

RANDY RHOADS, Guitar Hero Extraordinaire
and THEN SOME!

Page under const... ahh just forget it!

it is Moi! this is really really me writing again, the return of the centennial phenomenon aNarki13! yeah... so, better hurry or u'll miss it!

Domo, Otomodachi..

(thank you, friends)

why? for bearing with me all this time..

so many things happened during those months in which i did not write.. Horrific things, Good things, Sadness, Happiness... you smile, but your eyes are full of tears, and your heart is rent in two.

but, no matter what is thrown at you, life has proven without any doubt, that it goes on.

Iraq is worse than ever before, and we still HAVEN'T hit rock bottom.

enough of politics, i cant take any more bad theatre.

this is a new beginning, i am currently in jordan, will return to iraq to debate my Masters' thesis, and then... God only knows. One thing tho, i wont stay in iraq any more than i have to.

love it or hate it, you gotta leave it.

/* as you can see, i changed my template, will add and modify things in it, BUT, i need to acquire photoshop and a few more animation tools... gimme time! */

on a brighter note: yesterday i met Attawie! Such a nice girl!
//...no more details! i have to acquire permission to tell from her first!

listening to:
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nothing at the moment.. have no music with me.. downloading stuff.. gimme time.
altho.. B.B.King fan radio on yahoo music ROCKS!

take care, and thank you again and again, my friends!
we meet again soon!

Ummm... Ah... Well:

Hello There!

This is not a real post in as much as an "I'm alive" post… plus I have a few additions to my sidebar down there...

Tell me please, which is better:

This?







Check out the wisecracking, nap-taking, lasagna-loving fat cat's official Web site!


Or this?






Hope for the humor impaired! Check out the fat cat's official Web site!


I think the first is the better of the two... I hope u agree (unless u hate the cat to begin with)
Wasn’t there a cartoon bout a fat cat named Heathecliff or something? Ring a bell, anyone? Oh well.

I expect MY bell to ring soon I hope, the 'Kid's coming over, hope to sell him my guitar amp... can't lug that with me in my travels... I like that amp profoundly. Better for it to end with friends than with strangers.

So, what's up with me?
Not much.
Almost finished the "tracking" part of my "tracking and identification" project (MSc thesis) and my supervisor is so thrilled with me he's leaving to Germany this weekend. Hope he comes back.

I attended yet another funeral, this time an uncle of a close friend was killed as he was coming home, and this time it really made no sense, I mean, he didn’t work for "the Americans/foreign company", nor the army, nor even the circus.. Hell, he wasn’t even a barber. He worked at a food-processing company...
His nephew, my friend, was so normal during the funeral we were all amazed (actually I was amazed, since the funeral was in A'adhamiyah, and most of the guys' houses are in Karrada, Mansour, or even Dora -i.e. the other half of the world- I was the only one who came, the rest called him or Messenger'd him) point is, we all thought he was strongly detached from the scene, like he was at a college seminar, or a wedding..

He's either too numb or too dumb.

Either way, it's HIS uncle, HIS funeral, so, what do I care?

Moving on, people...
I noticed from my comments on other people's websites that:
a. I have many times broken my no-politics, no-religion rule
And b. I am coming down hard on us Iraqis...

Well, as for (a), I am sorry, and I promise I wont do it again, now can I go play outside with my friends? Seriously, I hope I won't debate those two ever again, cuz nothing good ever comes out of those debates…

And as for (b), I AM NOT NEARLY HARD ENOUGH ON US *&^%$#!! And I will continue taking potshots and finding faults in our people till someone takes a potshot at me… which can be coincidental or deliberate. And is fine with me as long as I don’t get actually shot.

But I digress. And hallucinate.

What the squirrel am I doing writing this? I should be preparing my project seminars... I should be taking pics and sending them to my family outside, who are starting to think I DO have a red nose (see last post) cuz they haven’t seen me for ages.

Oh, I had a haircut. As bad as last time, but not as short... I don’t wanna get kidnapped or killed thank you very much...

I am a paranoid android. I fuss too much, and worry too much (not at the surface tho)
One of my friends caught something and was in bed with fever (40c – 104f) and went silent for four days, even his parents wouldn’t take my calls (or anyone for that matter) and this was right in the middle of said funeral upstairs, naturally I panicked, and started imagining horrible things that could have happened to him…

He's fine; he just didn’t want to waste my cell phone credits by answering.

Electricity is fair these days, 1 by 4, 2 by 4, 2 by 5 and 1 by 5 (that’s one hour Aku –there is- and four hours Maku –there isn't- and so on and so forth) which is good as long as it is stable during that hour…

I've been watching too much TV and it makes me sick. I used to watch Alias (cuz I profoundly like the soundtrack, AND I have a crush on Lena Olin –Sydney Bristow's mom-) but now it is gone, season one had an extremely stupid non-climactic finale… I already screened the first three seasons of 24 back to back (maybe that's why I am so down and paranoid and all) and there are too many chick-flicks and series on TV.
The two main movie sat channels are at it again, competing to play the Lord of The Rings Trilogy, and not the extended version, which is slightly better IMHO…

I saw a beautiful copy of the movie DooM, I don’t know why they came down so hard on it, I mean, you HAD TO KNOW you needed to shut off ur brain before watching it, and that it will be mindless violence with crappy dialogs and acting, but hey, Commando, anyone? (That movie was well-liked, as I can remember)

I saw Date movie and White Chicks back to back, the first was UGH. It had its moments but cannot compare AT ALL to the Scary Movie franchise... White Chicks? Well, I hate stereotype-based movies (on count of being an Arab, and Hollywood loves us so much EVEN before we all turned terrorists... they had a whole decade's worth of movies with "interesting" Arab references, from romance: St.Elmo's fire, to action: BloodSport.. passing thru comedy: father of the bride)
But anyway… I really like the Wayans…average movie tho.
Same with Martin Lawrence in Big Momma's House...

Too many movies, where do I find time to study?
I do, really!
I'm just a regular movie freak.

I'd love to have time to watch Dr.Zhivago, Casablanca, Gone with the Wind, and the Star Wars collection again... No time for anything.
I don’t even have time to buy a new pair of shoes –for me- or a string-set -for my guitar- so I'm asking my friends and giving them money to do that for me...

So… oh did I tell u I'm ok? No need to worry? Hmmm…

Anyway, I'll be back soon with a real post... hey, didn’t I say that somewhere before?

Take care now, and as the great India says: Ta ta!

Cheers to all, goodnight, and good luck.

i wonder what was the point of me putting up this post. lost in translation. ah. crap.

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