It is a shame that we are only heroic when inside the fortress. It is pathetic how we tend to overlook the consequences when considering the actions. It is misfortunate how divided we have become and how easily we have been conquered.
So, with bloodstained hands and a guilty conscience, we mourn the fallen along with the ones still to fall.
Help save the people of Gaza, sign the petition at http://www.avaaz.org/
I know how stupid this is... "2alsha a7'er 7aga" but for some reason, I liked it when I read it. I honestly hope you like it too and maybe enjoy a laugh or two reading it.
Dear Tech Support Team:
Last Month I upgraded from Girlfriend 5.0 to Wife 1.0.
I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processes that took up a lot of space & valuable resources.
In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activities.Applications such as Bachelor Nights 10.3, Cricket 5.0,
BeerWithBuddies 7.5 and Outings 3.6 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected.
I can't Seems to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favorite applications.
I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 5.0, but the 'uninstall' doesn't work on Wife 1.0.
Please help!
Thanks,
'A Troubled User'------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -
REPLY:
Dear Troubled User:
This is a very common problem that people complain about.
Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 5.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program.
Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its
Creator to run EVERYTHING!! !It is also almost impossible to delete Wife 1.0 return to return to Girlfriend 5.0.
It is also impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed.
You cannot go back to Girlfriend 5.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed not to allow this. (Look in your Wife 1.0 Manual under Warnings-Alimony- Child Support)
I recommend that you keep Wife1.0 and work on improving the environment.
I suggest installing the background application 'Yes Dear' to alleviate software augmentation.
The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE
because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway.
Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean 2.5, Sweep 3.0, Cook 1.5 and Do Laundry 4.2. However, be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag Nag 9.5.
Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend
Sarees 2.1 and Jewellery 5.0
STATUTORY WARNING: under any circumstances,
DO NOT install SecretaryWithShortSkirt 3.3. This application is not be supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.
Thanks & Regards
Tech support
Due to the fact that I am currently unemployed... "w men kotr el fadda", I've started giving life -in general- a deeper and more meaningful thought. I went through a number of different notions and bunch of different feelings as well.
I thought about stuff that upsets me, things that make me feel like a million bucks as well as some other things that no matter how small, might have a huge impact on some while being absolutely insignificant to others.
And as I always say, these are my thoughts, my ideas, my feelings and my epiphanies so, if after reading this post you realize that you've wasted your time or feel like puking, I am not the one to blame so bear with me a little on this one... "w ba3dein ma e7na yaama et-hareena blogaat... fahemny yalli fe baaly?"
"Ya3ni men el a7'er... law enta dema3'ak billiardo walla PS... be ra7tak" as long as you're enjoying it!
"... bas fel awwel w fel a7'er, el 7alawa 7alawet el roo7, w aho kollo bessawaabo"
That's it for now but I'll add more later!
In the driver’s seat of her car she sat, tears dropping down her hazel eyes. She was eyeing her ring-finger, now lacking the wedding ring it was once fitted with. A sight she was not accustomed to. Every time Hend’s tears ran dry, like a river in the season of the flood, she shed more and more tears. It was the first time in years that she has felt this lonely.
Hend was unable to grasp the idea that she was no longer engaged to the man of her dreams, the man she had pictured herself with for the rest of her life, the life she had planned so well. A life she had planned to live happily ever after.
After a long and tearful drive, Hend was finally home. As she was going into her house, she found her phone’s answering machine displaying the number one. With the press of the play key came the sound of her manager who was calling to offer her a promotion that she has been expecting for weeks now and one that would require her to move to Milan. In that turmoil of feelings, Hend was unable to express any. She did not know whether to be happy for the long awaited promotion or sad that this promotion was the main reason her fiancé abandoned her.
Ever since Hend told Ahmed, her fiancé, about the promotion, he started behaving differently, cancelling out on dates and ignoring her phone calls for days. When Hend finally confronted him, Ahmed explained his fear of having a long distance relationship at this stage as well as the impossibility of him moving to Milan. A long and fierce discussion started between the couple, one thing lead to another when all of a sudden, Ahmed said that he does not see their relationship working out and that he would not be able to wed Hend.
Hend’s world seemed to be crumbling down on her. With the offer awaiting a reply, Hend had a week to either accept it or turn it down.
The next day, Hend had already made up her mind about moving to Milan convincing herself that this was both a great career move as well as a good way to escape the memory of the failed engagement that has been broken off the day before. Although she knew that this would mean destroying any chance of reconciliation, she knew that she was far too proud to allow for such a thing to happen. In her mind, was the firm belief that moving away was in her best interest and therefore, the decision was made.
TBC
Preceded by: Prologue part (Two).
I don't know why but this song by Fairouz is one of my favorites, despite being relatively shorter than a lot of her songs, its meaning is of great importance to me...
| Fairouz - I Miss You Despite all the time that has passed Plenty of time to forget ِAnd my self-pride as a human being I've missed you And despite the mistake and its cause And our story to which the answer is to Forget it? I've missed you And it's clear you're forgetting me And don't need me like I need you You don't intend to be cruel to me I've missed you I've missed you... you've missed me I know you're not going to tell me Fine, I'm telling you I've missed you Fine, don't tell me any stories Actually there is no excuse The reason is that you don't miss me And I've missed you And I know the thing inside me that's holding me back Is not as powerful as another thing I feel I've missed you And this old tree we used to sit under I loved it and I've missed it And I've missed you I don't know what's happening with you You keep totally to yourself You don't tell me what I told you I've missed you Now you're on the verge and tomorrow you're going to miss me And you'll ask who was saying I've missed you | فيروز - اشتقتلك رغم الحاصل من زمان الوقت الكافي للنسيان عزّة نفسي كإنسان... اشتقت لك ورغم الغلطة ومحلاّ وقصّتنا ياللي حلاّ أنّو ننساها كلا... اشتقت لك وواضخ إنك ناسيني ومش محتاج تواسيني مش بقصدك تقسيني... اشتقت لك اشتقت لك اشتقت لي بعرف مش رح بتقللي طيب أنا عمقللك... اشتقت لك طيب مش قصّة ما تقللي أصلاً مش هون العلّة العلّة ماتكون اشتقت لي... واشتقت لك وبعرف أنّو مابيسوا شي يمنعني من جوّا وشي تاني حسّو أقوى... اشتقت لك وهيدي الشجرة العتيقة ياللي ما كنّا نطيقا حبيتا واشتقتلا...واشتقت لك مابعرف شو صايرلك أنت ع بعضك كلك ما تقللي ما قلتللك... اشتقت لك هلأّ عايش عالقلّة وبكرة رح تستفقدلي وتسأل مين كان يقللي... اشتقت لك |
Source: http://www.arabicmusictranslation.com/
Disclaimer: English translation of the song is not mine... I did not write it and I did not revise it either... so forgive me if it is irrelevant!
Today, I was out with some friends eating "sohour dinner" at a restaurant in Al-Rehab compound when my friends' sister called him saying that somebody snatched her purse while she was getting into her car. It happened when my friend's family was getting into their car after they had finished eating sohour at Al-Rehab's Al-Shabrawy restaurant.
Instantly, we ran off to them to see what happened. One of us headed to the main gate to inform the security guards and give them a description of the snatcher's car and its color while we took the other car and headed to the police station. At the police station, we told the guard at the gate that we wanted to report an incident. The guy told us to come in and sit down until he called the officer on duty. Five minutes later, the officer, who has apparently been sleeping, walked into the office and asked us about the reason why we came down to the police station.
Silly me, I thought that once we reported the the incident to the police, they would "take over from here" and even if they were unable to retrieve the purse (or its contents), they would at least be able to catch the guy/report the incident/give us a copy of the official report so my friend's sister would be able to issue a replacement of her legal documents (ID, passport, etc.). The harsh reality was that the officer was unable to do anything to help us. Not only that, he even refused to file a report unless my friend's sister came in person to report it and present some sort of identification! What even shocked me more was when the officer asked us "Well, what do you want me to do for you? Get in the police car and go around chasing the car?!". If memory serves me well - and it usually does - this is the main duty of the police, to chase criminals around and arrest them.
To be fair, the officer had a reason for not allowing us to report the snatcher. His reason was that nobody could file a report unless in person as this could be used as an alibi for any other incident that might have occurred simultaneously. Good enough, I'm sold! Although, I don't believe this applies as a reason for him not to report it to police cars that are on duty roaming the area where it all happened.
Realizing that there was no use of arguing with the officer, we decided to head back to where my friend's family was. On our way back, I thought to myself... "The Police is at the People's Service", so true!
Here is a little thing that I've noticed recently... guys (specially here in Egypt) apparently go through a series of transitional phases, both physically and mentally, during their lifetime on the course of growing up. It shows in the way they dress, the music they listen to and in their overall behavior.
Here's a general outline of these phases, noted by myself.
This might not really be going for you but it's the way I've seen things happening over here and I could simply be wrong.
Phase One: Marra wa7ed se3idi...
Hair combed neatly (probably by one of your parents).
Pants are not a part of your elegant wardrobe.
Your favorite sport is Football and you always play it in "Nadi El Shams" even though there's a pretty big possibility that you suck in it! Oh, and Hossam Hassan is your favorite player.
You (and your friends) keep circling the "Marra wa7ed se3idi..." jokes which caused more even damage than the "Marra wa7ed geh yo3od 3ala ahwa..." jokes that you were dealing in before!
Ninja Turtles, Captain Maged and The Power Rangers all exist.
Phase Two:
Once you're not a child anymore, you are faced with one of three choices... either rap, rock or trance! There's also a very big chance that you'd go out of one and into another during that time!
Whenever baggy pants are mentioned, you're name follows! It's as if you were catching up on what you've missed in previous years.
Even your T-shirt are sometimes a size or two larger.
You wear caps like there's no tomorrow... and they have to be tilted to the side a little bit or even all the way to the back. You would not want to get a sun burn on both sides of your face, would you? Sometimes bandannas are involved but that's an extreme case.
In school, you were not told that the victory sign does not mean peace but you went along and used it anyway.
You start listening to rap music like crazy. You start walkn' N talkn' like ur real gangsta man! I even once read about this guy proclaiming that he is "Da most street in Egypt"!
In some cases, you would start believing that you've got a real talent so you begin writing lyrics as well! Oh... you may even start giving yourself nicknames like "Lil Pac" or "X 2 da E"!
Your boxers are probably the most crucial piece of your outfit. You pick it up and then pick the clothes to match!
"3ayesh el dour" to the point that you start convincing yourself that you are depressed and that the darkness has taken over your mind.
Everything you wear is either black or dark-blue. Because these are either the colors of the devil, the darkness master or some other weird crap that you probably believe in.
Again beware of taking yourself way too seriously because lyrics are going to start pouring out of you as if you were John Lennon!
You will try to convince yourself (and others) that your Yamaha guitar is actually a Fender. Scratching out the logo or covering it up with your band's logo are a couple of tricks that you might have used!
Your band's probably called "The Cruel Realm" or "Overloaded Souls" and your drummer's named "DEVEL"!
The girls you know make Marlin Manson look amesh with the amount of makeup and piercing they've got on! Sometimes it even makes you jealous as well!
You're probably one of Hue Hefner's lost sons.
"Ma3ak PASS La Piste, Tahiti w 7aflet 3amr eli fel sa7el" and "7aflet Tiesto kanet gamda a7'er 7aga".
"A7'er 7aga"!
Amr Diab is your idol.
Flip flops and Quiksilver surfing shorts all summer.
You always have your sunglasses on... even if it's the middle of the night.
You've got your polo shirt's collar flipped up all the time.
It's either caps or very short hair for you.
You probably think you are an expert on cars and engines.
Your car/house/room is probably a techno haven!
There's a very big chance that you will be found at either one of the following locations:
| Pause |
| Lounge |
| Grand Cafe |
| Solidaire |
Your "after party" is "fel ahwa"!
Marina, marina and even some more marina.
Phase Three: Becoming Mainstream
By now, you probably earned your degree (or not) and you might have also started working.
You've lost a significant amount of your hair.
At this stage, you are "betkawwen nafsak"!
Your boss does less work compared to you but gets more money than you do.
You're either involved with someone or "nawiha saloonat".
By the second week of the month, you are simply broke.
Usually, you are in bed at exactly 12 AM. After all, you do wake up everyday at 6:30 AM.
You use your bedtime as an excuse to ditch friends.
You sleep through your weekend only to regret doing so on Sunday!
You've got 2 mobile phone numbers, "wa7ed lel sho3'l w wa7ed le s7aabak" although everyone from work has your private number and all your friends give you a missed call on your work phone.
You're still looking for a job (even though you have one), working in Schlumberger/P&G is your dream and there's no "kousa" there to get you in!
Did you know that everything we "sense" is the result of a stimulation of our brain cells and nervous system? But, What if these stimulated senses were just generated artificially or maybe falsified? I am not talking about some conspiracy theory to keep all of mankind in an alternate reality or some sci-fi flick like the matrix were the machines keep us locked up in order to use us as batteries… I am just wondering... a simple “What if?”, that’s all I am after. Now imagine that everything we see, hear, feel, touch or believe in is not real or at least is not reality. Wouldn’t that make our minds inactive while being active at the same time? Wouldn’t that make us prisoners of our minds? And wouldn’t this mean that we are "locked up inside our own heads"? It would also mean that the world as we know it is not the world that actually exists but the world we are supposed to presume exists. This limitation doesn’t have to be a mechanical or a tangible one, it’s not like we’re actually chained in place or locked up inside cubicles with wires and probes sticking out of our bodies… it could simply be a psychological or a theoretical one. It could be that our vision, hearing or sense of touch are limited to a certain frequency spectrum or range and that within our hearing range, for instance, lies all that we could possibly listen to and that beyond this range is a different world filled with sounds that we’ve never heard before. What if there were things that existed right there with us and around us that we’ve never seen, touched or felt before? What if love, hate, happiness, anger and sadness were different from what we've experienced daily? Or that these feeling have some other aspects to them that we’ve never fully felt or understood before. Doesn’t this make you wonder? What if angels, devils, ghosts and souls are all around us but we simply cannot see or hear them talking? What if?
Today, I've ended my five year run as a computer engineering student. Ending five years of ups and downs, happy days and sad ones, feelings of achievement and those of disappointment as well. Looking back at those days I realized one thing... it was a great run! Apart from the educational process involved, I realized that I've met people, gained experience, made friends and lost some along the way. I also realized that I am now a different person from the one I was 5 years ago, not another person but not quite the same! I’ve grown on a personal level and I've changed the way I analyze things as well as the way I deal with them. I’ve met people that have become my friends and met people that I also wish to never see again for as long as I live. I’ve had my fun “Madyaffa” days and my boring “Madyaffa” days too! In the end, I hope that this was not a time wasted although I believe there is no time that is wasted. I’d also hope to stay close to the people I’ve become accustomed to seeing every day for the past five years, people that I now consider more than brothers, not just friends. Finally, I wish that the next step isn’t as harsh as it seems to be!
Well, I’ve been part of my university’s Robocon team for more than a semester now and believe me, it is not as easy a graduation project as you might think. And since it is both my graduation project as well as a university funded project, I am left with no choice but to work my buttox off! But first of all, let me give you a brief idea of what the Robocon is. Robocon is a pan-Asian contest held every year with universities from all over Asia participating in it by first winning the national qualifiers (of their country). Each year, the organizing committee selects a certain game with its own rules and regulation. This year’s game is based on the Govinda, an old indian tradition.
[For more information about the competition and its rules, please visit www.roboconindia.com/].
But if this is an Asian competition then what does Egypt have to do with all this?!
I’ve always been wondered the same question and I bet that by now you’re wondering the same thing too but, apparently, since Sinai-which is a part of Egypt by the way-is actually located in Asia, we’re entitled to participate in the Asian competition! (Well… you tell me!)
But what is the problem?!
Now back to the brutal reality, and as I was telling you earlier, this whole Robocon business did not turn out to be any fun, it is full of tedious, boring and hard work. And if this wasn’t enough, God has bestowed upon us with one of the most demented, psychotic teaching assistants on Earth. The kind of guy that would suck the life out of you, the kind of guy that would make you honestly believe that you are better off working alone than having any assistance of any kind and finally, the kind of guy that would make you take down a perfectly functioning robot just to make the same exact one, again! If it wasn’t for this guy, it would have been fun. I despise him not only on a professional level but personally as well. Do not get me wrong but all the metal work and electrical/programming, I could put up with but the kind of treatment he’s been giving us, that… I didn’t sign up for and certainly not on a daily basis. Anyway, I hope it all turns well, although I doubt that it will.
When and Where…
You could catch us (my team an I) everyday from 10 AM at AAST Cairo’s workshop even during the midterm break! And for those of you who want to support us during the games, Egypt’s national Robocon finals for this year are going to be held on the first week of July in the covered hall of the Cairo stadium, come down, watch us play and maybe give us a shout or two!
May the morrows take away the sorrows
Another twelve of thirties and thirty-ones
May the morrows take away the worries
Hope this one is better than the previous one
May the morrows heal the scars
A wish for a better life to come
May the morrows give me the strength
Happy new year everyone!
