Monthly Archives: January 2006

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We Lost More Than 20,000 Dollars Yesterday

Of course we don’t have this amount of money, but we happened to lose them anyway.
Yesterday, in the end of the day, where there is nothing else to do, Aboud and I, opened the TV, and we passed on NTV, where there was a contest show being broadcasted, the prize for the question was 20,000,000 LBPs (13,309.7$).

الكويت
الكويت
الكويت

The question was how many times where the word (الكويت) mentioned, we did our calculations and it was 23. Ok, it’s now the time to call, my mobile was out of credit, and his cannot make international calls. Oh my god we tried to figure a way to call, while the show was running and nobody is giving the right answer. Man it was annoying and that girl who was introducing the show solved it, it was really a sad moment for both of us.

The second question was that Match thing (you have to move one match to make the equation correct), it was for 15,000,000 LBPs (9,982.25 $).
It was like 7 – 1 = 2, it was an easy one simply you move one of the 7 matches to make it one, and make the – a + which would be 1 + 1 = 2, and of course we couldn’t call. Which made the total of 35,000,000 LBPs (23,291.9$).

Immediately after I figured the second question, we changed the channel, as we just didn’t want to loose any other money.

Man it was really annoying.

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I’ve been tagged too

I’ve been tagged too
Well at first thanks Dar for you tagging me, so ok I’ll start.
5 things about me (let’s see):

  • I love music a lot (I listen to it almost all of the time).
  • I’m kind of moody, (I’m working on it).
  • I don’t speak a lot.
  • I don’t like to know useless information (I’m not curios about who is walking with whom).
  • I like to spend a lot of time in my solitude.

First part done, ok 3 things I like in others:

  • Being smart.
  • Their body language.
  • Being nice.

And 3 things I hate about others:

  • Acting as a wise man.
  • Spending their lives thinking about how they are going to seduce girls.
  • Blaming others for their mistakes (It’s your fault, you’ve left your monitor on your desk, and then a stupid daaaah).

4 bloggers to tag:

I guess I’ve done it right.

Asylum Archives, Hating Life, Memoirs, My Life

Once I Had a Friend

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Dear Ra’afat,
I know you won’t receive this letter, but I’m writing it to you anyway.
I know it’s been almost 3 months since you’ve gone, but your memory just cannot fade away, I almost cry every night for your loss, It’s really hard for me to imagine the world without you living in it.
Do you remember the night when we bought these, I’m keeping it close to my heart, well of course you remember, at that night we both knew that seeing each other would not be easy anymore, everyone of us has to take care of his business, and the business that both of us were in was ended, I remember your words that night, you told me that we should keep them as a memory of each other, in case we did not see each other again.
Do you remember the last night you were in my house, you came to me that night, and slept in my house, we spoke a lot that night, we spoke about a lot of personal stuff, I guess you still remember all of them. At that night, you kept listening to the song Hello, you’ve listened to it over and over again. Now every time I hear it, the tears just start to wash my eyes, I can’t hear it anymore.
Why?
Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave the world like this? What was the reason for your death? Is it because some moron wanted to kill people? Is it because you had to go to work that day? Is it because you needed money so much? Just why? Nobody gave me a good reason for it.
I still remember the moment when I heard the news, I remember I was in the street that moment, when Baha called me, and told me that you were gone, my legs could not hold me anymore, I remember that I fell in the street, with tears flooding of my eyes, I didn’t know what to do next, how I’m going to live, I still cannot figure the answer, I’ve tried to do a lot of things, but believe me, I’m still having troubles living, just who is going to wash my tears away …
And now the tears are still in my eyes, and nobody is going to wash them while you’re not here.
The other day Baha told me that we were a lot alike, we both don’t talk much, but when we are together we don’t stop talking.
I guess you still remember the song (be 3’orfeh z3’eereh), which both of us used to like it so much, I still listen to it, and I still love it, but after you’re gone, the words have a stronger meaning to me, as for me, it talks about you and me.
You are a martyr, and what difference that makes to me, for me it’s still that I lost you, it’s still that I wont see you again.
May your soul rest in peace,
Your Friend Forever,
Ala’a.

Ala'a Wisdom, Asylum Archives, Culture, Politics

When will we grow-up?

Inspired by a post on Khalaf’s blog about the human rights report, and the Jordanian responses against it.
Well I guess it’s in our culture to think that we are perfect, and we never do anything wrong. We never accept the thought that we might be wrong at some point, if you come to your colleague and tell him that he did something wrong, the first thing that he tries to do is to deny, and if he couldn’t he would start blaming somebody else, or even starts blaming you, even if you have nothing to do with it.
One of the points that I learned during My work with the UNFPA, is if you want to reach to something you should learn from your mistakes, and to learn from them the first thing you need to learn is where did you make mistakes, for that you need to criticize your self and to listen to other people criticism, as they have another points of view, you should listen to them, unfortunately in my live, the only people who criticized me was my bosses (who should to make the job better), and my close friends who really cares about me (as we always had this thing between us), other people thinks that they might hurt my feeling with their criticism, for me nowadays, (it’s something wrong that I do) as I’m bored of all of this, if I criticized somebody, and he just started to deny it or to take the defensive side, as if I was attacking him, I would put him in some list, and would start to avoiding any interaction between me and him (and of course try to ignore his existence), and if it was work we are talking about, (alright I would tell him first) if he took that side again, I would report it to the manager (as he cannot take that side with him), I know that it’s mean, but I just hate this kind of people.
If you don’t criticize, and accept criticism, how can you develop?

Let’s see what you have to say …

Ala'a Wisdom, Asylum Archives

People who affected my life

My life had run through a lot of changes, almost all of these changes were made by my own decision, (some of them were because my life has changed depending on my conditions, but in the end I’m still what I am in the end), my decision was made through my change in the mental field.
from the people I never met, the first one I remember was Irwin Schrödinger, for those who don’t know who he is, he had put one of the most important equations in the history of physics, he made the change from classic physics to modern physics, the most important to me was not what he done, but the when did he do it, and what was he, he was a second year mathematics student, he wasn’t even specialized in physics, or chemistry, he just gave me the thought of that where ever you are, and who ever you are, you can make a change to this world, and you can be one of the greatest this world has witnessed, he gave me the ambition with no limits.
The second one I remember is Karl Marx, Although his great thoughts that he had written, the most important thing for me was mentioned in the Communist Manifesto rewrite, The Communist Manifesto was first written in 1848, when he republished it almost 30 years after, in it’s preface he said a very important thing, he said that he is publishing it the same it was before just for the scientific integrity, although he does not agree on the most of it, when I read that, I just realized how change can be, how every period needs it’s own study, you cannot say something and after a hundred years to expect that it’s still working as when it was put, I really understood what a changing world we live into, and if I couldn’t understand that change, I just can’t live in it.
The third one was Jack London, from his writings I learned a lot of things, I learned how can I analyze the world around me, how can I argue about something I really believe in, and prove myself right (this doesn’t mean I’m closed minded :p).
From the people I’ve met who made a change for my life, there was actually not a lot of people (most of them were girls :p).
In the end I would just like to say, that I just hope, in one day, that somebody says, that Ala’a had affected my life, I don’t know, maybe that’s a dream, maybe I’ve affected some lives before, but I just hope that this happens.

Asylum Archives, Music

So You Think You Can Tell Heaven from Hell

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The other day I was practicing Pink Floyd‘s Song Wish You Where Here on my guitar, and in a sudden I started thinking about the first line, well can I really tell heaven from hell, I don’t really know, what is heaven to me, for some time I thought if I could just live alone in this world, doing whatever I like, this would be heaven. After a while of living alone in a house with no one around me, I just couldn’t stand it, my mind just went off, until lately, you can barley find me home, I’m trying to spend my time anywhere but home, trying to reach every human touch around, that was really Hell for me, perhaps these days I’m going to have a room mate, I’m still afraid of it, but what the hell, I’m going to give it a try.
And like this a lot of things I find in my life.
So what do you think, can you really tell heaven from hell? Lets hear what you have to say.

This is the Lyrics of the song if you want :p

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.