Well being active today, I have loads of ideas sketched inside the drafts and I am not finding the time to bring them into public.
You find this (usually a girl) at McDonald's for example where she goes for a big mac - if you Google "big mac calories" you'll be getting a direct answer of 540 - I would assume a regular size which would add few hundred calories from the fries.
Well I am not judging or looking as in nagging about that, but why on earth after all that she/he goes for a diet coke :S??
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Stop staring!
Out of the many special things we have here in Jordan, the sniper eyes guys have...
I am asking from each visitor to this blog (if you live in Jordan) to notice all the guys around you when a girl passes in front, most probably you'll gone unnoticed by them since their eyes are mesmerized.
I am not talking religion here, nor calling for a utopia. Just some dignity can make it better, whats the use when you "look" at a girl covered sometimes from head to toe and nothing special is appearing. OK now you might get through the usual yada yada that girls get the attention, I don't care just stop staring!
I am asking from each visitor to this blog (if you live in Jordan) to notice all the guys around you when a girl passes in front, most probably you'll gone unnoticed by them since their eyes are mesmerized.
I am not talking religion here, nor calling for a utopia. Just some dignity can make it better, whats the use when you "look" at a girl covered sometimes from head to toe and nothing special is appearing. OK now you might get through the usual yada yada that girls get the attention, I don't care just stop staring!
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Sha3bak!
A doctor's mistake... destiny or God's well it is. Changed the life of this kid.
Lack of oxygen, inappropriate handling and the baby and all-to-come troubles are out.
He grows up, he is 29 now but with a brain of a 9 years old who loves to act naughty and play sometimes, has passion for few things in his quiet, simple (complicated) life, first is everything electrical (from hand held radios to complicated devices) second thing I know about is his bike.
Trying to give him the chance to live as-much-as-possible normal life, he is allowed to go on his bike ride or even go to the supermarket to buy whatever he wants.
One hot summer day, he is out as normal with his bike playing, a guy asks for a short ride on the bike (shoo6), being weak unable to refuse he obeyed.
The shoo6 in the basic definition implicitly determines a 5 minute limit to the ride. Hazem sat on that pavement under the hot sun waiting, first ten minutes... second... third and after 2 hours of waiting he gave up on his joy and decided to go home on foot.
Hazem is my eldest sibling and this is one of many encounters (not the cruelest at all though) he had to go through with us involved as his family.
My mom reminded me of this incident just today, while we were on the balcony chatting and looking at him coming home from the nearby mini market.
I believe treatment for disabled and mentally ill people should be taken into higher level of caring here in Jordan, this should be emphasized in schools and in each and every home.
Hazem is my brother whom I love, but do not forget that this could be the case in any home.
Lack of oxygen, inappropriate handling and the baby and all-to-come troubles are out.
He grows up, he is 29 now but with a brain of a 9 years old who loves to act naughty and play sometimes, has passion for few things in his quiet, simple (complicated) life, first is everything electrical (from hand held radios to complicated devices) second thing I know about is his bike.
Trying to give him the chance to live as-much-as-possible normal life, he is allowed to go on his bike ride or even go to the supermarket to buy whatever he wants.
One hot summer day, he is out as normal with his bike playing, a guy asks for a short ride on the bike (shoo6), being weak unable to refuse he obeyed.
The shoo6 in the basic definition implicitly determines a 5 minute limit to the ride. Hazem sat on that pavement under the hot sun waiting, first ten minutes... second... third and after 2 hours of waiting he gave up on his joy and decided to go home on foot.
Hazem is my eldest sibling and this is one of many encounters (not the cruelest at all though) he had to go through with us involved as his family.
My mom reminded me of this incident just today, while we were on the balcony chatting and looking at him coming home from the nearby mini market.
I believe treatment for disabled and mentally ill people should be taken into higher level of caring here in Jordan, this should be emphasized in schools and in each and every home.
Hazem is my brother whom I love, but do not forget that this could be the case in any home.
Friday, May 16, 2008
When the phone rings
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Everywhere when the phone rings, the owner makes sure to try his/her best to answer.
At some times people just simply don't pick their phones and decide to call back later...
Distorted Image we have in our place:
Whatever we are doing. Land phone should be answered no matter what!!! its not like the prime minister is calling us or anyone important at all!
The first question dad asks whenever he gets home. Who called? if he ever knows the phone wasn't picked up it'll be like someone stabbed him.
Yesterday the phone rang and for I don't know what reason dad couldn't pick it up. He used the caller ID to figure out the last three digits are 313! everyone in the place were asked whether we know a number that ends with 313. I really don't care that automatically I said no!
After few minutes I passed by the living room, I actually found him setting down with the phone book in his hands (the paper old fashion phone book) looking for that 313 number!! that is unbelievable.
Ok this is a bit private. But today I was in the bath room and forgot to grab my towel, I called my dad to bring it to me, I was like dad could you please and THE PHONE RANG! he left me this simple and went to grab the phone while I was left there standing waiting for him to come back!!
What's on earth is wrong with the phone thing!
I keep on telling them, who wants you will definitely call again if you couldn't pick up... It is ok!
Everywhere when the phone rings, the owner makes sure to try his/her best to answer.
At some times people just simply don't pick their phones and decide to call back later...
Distorted Image we have in our place:
Whatever we are doing. Land phone should be answered no matter what!!! its not like the prime minister is calling us or anyone important at all!
The first question dad asks whenever he gets home. Who called? if he ever knows the phone wasn't picked up it'll be like someone stabbed him.
Yesterday the phone rang and for I don't know what reason dad couldn't pick it up. He used the caller ID to figure out the last three digits are 313! everyone in the place were asked whether we know a number that ends with 313. I really don't care that automatically I said no!
After few minutes I passed by the living room, I actually found him setting down with the phone book in his hands (the paper old fashion phone book) looking for that 313 number!! that is unbelievable.
Ok this is a bit private. But today I was in the bath room and forgot to grab my towel, I called my dad to bring it to me, I was like dad could you please and THE PHONE RANG! he left me this simple and went to grab the phone while I was left there standing waiting for him to come back!!
What's on earth is wrong with the phone thing!
I keep on telling them, who wants you will definitely call again if you couldn't pick up... It is ok!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
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