Elegance

Cancer...that scary name

2010-08-09T14:27:00.000-07:00

Nothing ever made me cry watching movies more that the one's about cancer...don't know why but it's very sad...maybe cause it's the hidden enemy that grow inside & kills you slowly or because of the harsh treatments...the worst thing is when it happens to a love one & there is nothing you can do about it ...death is fine, but to die tortured is not ok...how are you supposed to deal with it? & what can you do to ease the pain & comfort your loved one's? I will continue thinking maybe I can reach somewhere or no where!

World Day of Peace

2006-01-19T00:45:00.000-08:00

I had a look at the message of His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI, for the celebration of the World Day of Peace, on 1 January 2006, and although I do not exactly agree on all the words of his speech, but I found it a very kind gesture to talk about such subject reminding people of the importance of maintaining peace in the world.

The theme chosen by the Vatican for this year’s reflection “In truth, peace” expresses the conviction that wherever and whenever men and women are enlightened by the splendour of truth, they naturally set out on the path of peace.

But once again, what is the truth? Is the concept of this word the same for all people on earth, regardless of their ethnical back grounds, their cultures and habits?

The terrorists believe that they are enlightened by the Holy truth, but I do not see them reaching peace nor calling for it. On the contrary, in order to reach their purposes (under the name of God and the Holy truth) they would kill innocent people, without any repent.
The world is a big place. People are different in the type of life they carry out, their way of thinking and their concerns. I just wish people learn how respect each others’ individual identity and believe. I see it as the only way to have an inner contentment and serenity, harmonious relations, free ourselves from quarrels and disagreements, reach world security and order, therefore, reach the state of absence of war and other hostility, As is the definition of the word “peace” in the Dictionary

Boring Eid Holidays

2006-01-11T08:47:00.000-08:00

I always hated Eid in Kuwait. It's always about family gathering to eat. If you ever decide to spend the day outdoors with the family (again to eat), it's incredibly crowded everywhere. What other options do we have? Cinema? Too crowded, too noisy and they keep on cutting off scenes. What else? Nothing …
I thought I was the only one who felt this way, but to my surprise I found out that all my friends suffer from boredom. My brothers came back from Marina Mall yesterday saying that it was too crowded and most people had sad or bored faces. Pathetic!
Why can't we have more options for entertainment? How about if we have more cultural activities:

1. Local and International Musical concerts.
2. Local and International theaters.
3. Several Exhibitions.
4. Festivals, parades and fireworks (like we used to have before to celebrate the National Day in Kuwait).
5. Entertaining projects in the desert (like the sand skiing, thousand & one night tents as in the UAE). We have lots of desert area, why not use it?

Right, now I'll go back to my boring Eid routine: reading, eating, sleeping…or probably playing a joke on someone…just to add some spices.

NOCHEVIEJA

2006-01-05T08:14:00.000-08:00

Dentro de nada... Nochevieja, ¿eh? ¡Qué estrés!Yo en Nochevieja me siento... me siento... no sé, me siento como un toro, ¿no? Cuando llega la fiesta miro alrededor y me da la sensación de que todo el mundo se lo está pasando bien, menos yo. El estrés comienza con la cena. Aquello parece una prueba del Gran Prix:

Tienes que llevar calzoncillos rojos, tener algo de oro para meterlo en la copa, preparar las doce uvas... Y contarlas varias veces, porque, como son todas iguales, te equivocas: Una, dos, tres, cuatro... una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis... Esta pocha ya la he contado... Una, dos... siete, ocho... ¡Joder, las doce menos veinte! ¡Chavalín, trae el Rotring, que las voy a numerar, como en el Bingo! Y tu madre: -¿Queréis venir, que se enfrían las gambas? Que esa es otra: te tienes que comer todo lo que está en la mesa... ¡antes de las doce!; que, con las prisas, más que pelar gambas, parece que estás desactivando una bomba. ¡Coño, las doce menos diez!-¡Mamá, no me da tiempo: hazme un sándwich con el cochinillo, que ya está terminando Cruz y Raya! Y no eres el único que está agobiado, ¿eh? No hay más que ver la tele.Allí están Ana Obregón y Ramón García, explicando a toda España como funciona un reloj. Acojonados por si se equivocan:Cuando la aguja pequeña esté en las doce y la grande también... serán Las doce. ¡Coño, como todas las noches! Y entonces bajará la bola y... luego vienen los cuartos, ¡no vayan a empezar a comerse las uvas, ¿eh? Vamos a ver: ¿por qué nos explican mil veces que no nos comamos las uvas en los cuartos y nadie nos explica por qué coño tiene que bajar una bola? ¿Qué clase de reloj es ése?

Cuando por fin llegan las doce, en toda España se oye lo mismo:
Cla, cla, cla, cla... Eso es la bola: cla, cla, cla...
Din -¡GLUP!
Don... -¡Ah no, que son los cuartos!
Din-don... -¡Escupid que son los cuartos!
Din-don... -Pfbbbbbbbb...
¿qué son qué?
Din-don... -Los cuartos...
Ton... -¡Ahora, ahora!
Ton... -¡Una!-
¡Que no, que vamos por la segunda!
Ton... -Pues me meto dos...
Ton...-Seis...-¿Cómo que seis?
Ton... -A mí ya no me caben más, ¿eh?
Ton... -¡Eh!, ¡deja mis uvas, cabrón!
Ton... -¡Es que se me ha caído una al suelo!
Ton... -Bgrfds...
Ton... -Bggggdffffff...
Ton... -A mí ya no me quedan...
Ton...- ¡Pues a mí me sobran cuatro!
Ton... -mamá el abuelo está morado....
Y cuando acaban, toda la familia con la boca llena de babas, a darse besos:-Fffffelifsz año, eeeeeeeeeh, felifzcidadef, grfdddfd...
Y suena el teléfono: ¡riiiiiiiiiing!-¡Pero coño! ¿Ya están llamando? ¿No se pueden esperar?-Pues a mí todavía me sobran dos...
-¡Champán, que alguien venga el Champán!

Pero, bueno, vamos a ver ¿a vosotros os parece lógico empezar el año así?¡Qué estrés, de verdad! Pero como es Nochevieja... tienes la obligación de divertirte. Así que después te vas a un fiestorro a un sitio en el que, si caben mil personas, el dueño ha decidido meter a cinco mil doscientas. ¡Muy bien! ¡Cuatro mil doscientas más de las que caben! ¡Quédate en la calle si te apetece, con la pelona que está cayendo! Porque en Nochevieja siempre hace un frío que pela..Así que entras. Lo bueno que tiene ir a un sitio así es que te puede pasar cualquier cosa. A mí el año pasado me ocurrió de todo.
Yo estaba tan tranquila, tomándome mi cubatita de garrafón, cuando de repente un tío me cogió por detrás y me dijo:¡¡¡COOOOOOOOONGAAAAA!!!!! Y, claro, que vas a hacer, pues te pones a bailar... ¡Eso te lo hace un tío en el autobús y le partes la cara!
¡Pero como es Nochevieja...!

Feliz Navidad - Merry Christmas

2005-12-24T14:31:00.000-08:00

Europe's Pikes

Gaudi

Christmas - Leon

Astorga

Toledo

Madrid

People of Madrid

Madrid - Christmas

El año pasado, en estas fechas, estaba en mi tierra, con mi familia y amigos. Que bonito es Madrid en Navidad: Las decoraciones, las calles, la gente, los bares, los restaurantes. Se nos ocurrió a mis amigos y a mi pasar una noche en Toledo. Una ciudad preciosa en la montaña al sur de Madrid. Preciosa en el verano, pero no en estas fechas. Nos acabamos todos borrachos en una habitación del parador, sin salir a las calles de Toledo por el frío que hacía, sacando fotos como tontos desde la ventana de la habitación.
Ay, pero que bien lo hemos pasado en las fiestas de fin de año en Astorga. Astorga es un pueblo de León, al noroeste de Madrid, en el camino de Santiago de Compostela. Un sitio precioso, con gente buena y generosa y ¿la comida? ni os cuento…Que bien se come en Astorga!
Echo mucho de menos a España en estas fechas;
buena compañía + buena comida + un buen vinito + una uena música y mucho baile + Pacharán = Buena vida.

VIVA ESPAÑA

The twitch

2005-12-21T14:08:00.000-08:00

It's been few days now since the twitch (horrible muscle spasm caused by a nervous condition) started right above my left eye and in my left jaw bone. I'm a person who can endure pain, so I don't mind it, but I hate the disturbance it brings. It's not really a comfortable situation.

The doctor brought out to me that I have some bad habits that I never noticed before, such as pressing my jaws together, frowning, biting my lips…hmmm…and I thought I was a patient person! I think that the hardships of life are finally getting on my nerves. I thought to share the advice I got from my doctor with you, just in case someone else goes through the same, g.f.:

1. Get more sleep.
2. Drink less caffeine.
3. Try to relax and meditate. (Easy to say, but hard to apply to our daily routine. I'll try my best though!)
4. Or I could take the Botulinum toxin injection, which is a protein that helps stop muscle spasms. Muscle spasms are caused by chemical messages sent to the muscles from nerves. These messages tell the muscles to contract (to tighten up). Botulinum toxin is used to stop muscle spasms because it blocks these messages.

(Yeah right! An injection in the eye? I don’t think so, no way!)

I've been tagged

2005-12-19T10:37:00.000-08:00

I've been tagged by dear AyyA. What do I use as background on my pc? well, you have some examples up here :) plus I often use family and personal pictures. I like diversity.

وما أقل نضوج النساء

2005-12-17T06:16:00.000-08:00

الجزء الأول من كتاب اللغة العربية للصف الثامن (المرحلة المتوسطة) الموضوع الرابع والعشرين: امرأة فرعون
امرأة فرعون نضج هداها وتبين لها الحق فعرفت الله كما ينبغي أن يعرف، عرفت الله: "في السماء إله، وفي الأرض إله" وكذلك تكون المرأة إذا نضجت، وما أقل نضوج النساء

هذا تعصب جنسي واضح في منهج دراسي ، كيف نعلم أبناءنا بأن النساء قليلات النضوج؟ بأي حق ومن أين أتوا بهذه الفتوى؟ لقد سأمت حقا من هذه التعابير الفارغة من العقلانية والمليئة بالتعصب الجنسي. كيف يحترمني أخي الصغير أو ابني حين تغرس في عقله هذه الأفكار ويتم تعليمه بأن أخته أو أمه قليلة عقل وغير ناضجة؟ وأنا التي ربيت، علمت، ووقفت بجانب الرجل منذ كان طفلا وحتى شب وأصبح رجلا يقف على رجليه، ساعدته على اتخاذ أهم القرارات، وساندته في المواقف والظروف الصعبة
أقول لوزارة التربية الكويتية كفاكم جهلا وإهمالا، وبدلا من صرف المال على بروتوكولات الوزارة ومعالي الوزير لم لا تعينوا تربويين حقيقيين يساهمون في صنع شباب المستقبل ويعلمونهم الاعتماد على النفس في الدراسة بدلا من تقديم الرشاوي للمدرسين أو شراء الأبحاث من مكاتب حولي، وأن يعلموهم الانفرادية في التفكير.ويا له من تناقض ففي رسالة مقدمة الكتاب والموجهة للطالب يتحدث المؤلف عن أهمية هذا الكتاب الذي يقدمه للطالب في هذه المرحلة وقد ازدادت ثقته في قدرته على الاعتماد على نفسه في التعامل مع موضوعاته (طبعا ليس صحيحا فهو يعلمهم الاعتماد على المدرسين الخصوصين ومكاتب حولي) والافادة منها في اكتساب المزيد من الخبرات والمهارات من خلال المواقف التدريبية (أي مواقف تدريبية يتكلم عنه؟ فالطلبة يحفظون مثل الببغاء ولا يهتمون بفهم أي شيء!!) ..... وقد حرصنا، ونحن نختار لك موضوعات هذا الكتاب، على أن تكون منوعة تنتظم الحياة المعاصرة كما تنتظم التراث (كذبة أخرى فمعظم المواضيع تدور حول الدين، تسعة مواضيع من أصل 26 دينية صرفة). وهذا يجعلني أتساءل لم لا يتم ضم مادة اللغة العربية إلى مادة التربية الاسلامية؟ أين ذهبت الابداعات الأدبية العربية؟ لم لا يدرس الشعر والأدب العربي؟ وهل نتستغرب بعد كيف أصبح الجيل الجديد فقيرا في لغة ثرية كاللغة العربية؟ لا يعرف مفرداتها، وقواعدها ولا أصولها. عيب علينا عيب ما وصلنا إليه من جهل

A day in a Kuwaiti Ministry

2005-12-04T10:40:00.000-08:00

Tuesday, November 15th: Being an organized person, I asked the citizens' Service Dept. of the Ministry of Interior about the required documents to renew and replace my country's driving license with a Kuwaiti one, two weeks ahead of time to be prepared. They gladly informed me of a list of requirements (which turned out to be not complete).

Saturday, November 26th: 5 days before expiry date, I went with all the required documents to the above mentioned Department, they typed in the form for me (with a smile) and then told me that they couldn't do more for me…I should go to the General Directorate of Traffic…. No, not today, I don't where the place is and it's late anyway… I'll give it to the "Mandoub" (messenger) tomorrow.

Sunday, November 27th: 4 days before expiry date: The mandoub came back at the end of the work day (all sweaty and out of breath): Sorry couldn't do much. They kept on transferring me from one place to another, just to tell me at the end that your papers are missing the "Shahadat Themma" (certificate from my country's Traffic Dept stating that I don't have any traffic fines pending) hummmm. It makes sense, but they could have told me about it 2 weeks ago when I asked. I am running out of time (I started panicking, so I quickly called my Embassy, which gladly offered help but the formalities it would take me about 2 weeks to get the original certificate, that should be send by Diplomatic pouch and so I called my uncle back home and asked him to get me this certificate, he couldn't do it because he had more urgent things to do but he promised to do it as soon as he is free, which was on…Wednesday, November 30th, one day before expiry date (OH MY GOD!!!).

Thursday, Friday (did not drive just in case)

Saturday, December 3rd, 2 days after expiry date: I woke up really early and went to the General Directorate of Traffic…got lost couple of times, but reached there finally…. The parking was a disaster….people just parked randomly in a big muddy yard, jumped off my car quickly, stepping on the mud (Thank God I wore my tennis shoes!), went around asking drivers where the main entrance was, because all I could see from the road was: The Police Cooperative Supermarket. (well, it was the same entrance) went in…amazing… people are like ants running around everywhere…all kind of people…no signs…no indications…where the hell should I go? I went to the first window….skipping people who were waiting in turn (excusing myself) to ask for directions…just go there (waving with his left hand)… there where? There….there….yeh but where is there? Look just ask that guy with the yellow T. Shirt…ok… excuse me… I went around asking for the right place to get a signature that turned out to be more than one… I then found myself going up, down, left, right…like a bee…collecting signatures…done, but not really…go back to the same Citizens' Service Dept….oh, ok…almost done…went back there waiting in the queue for my turn...be patient!…you have to get the signature of the Director, first office to the right in that corridor…sorry can't help you…you are in the wrong place. You should go to Hawalli Traffic Department. But I was told by your main directorate to come here! I'm sorry can't help you…right (or he didn't want to because he was too busy having his tea with a friend!!) took my car, struggled in the traffic jam, which is a daily horror in Kuwait lately, went there…waited in line…sorry mam…your documents are not complete…what? What are you talking about? I brought everything they asked for in the first Office and in the Second one...take it easy…go to next door, pay them and ask for the form, then come back here…As a good girl I did what he asked me to do (they asked for 2 more picture, other than the four pictures they had on the papers, I wonder why they need so many photos??) went back to the first guy… good, now you have to go to the Director.. Where is his office? In the 5th floor in that building, oh! And don't take the elevator it will take you ages…great! Went running up stairs, 5 floors, I needed the exercise, but that was a bit too much for one day…waited in line to get to the secretary, who kept on asking me what I wanted 5 TIMES, and I kept on repeating the same simple answer 5 TIMES…went in got the signature, went back to the first guy who told me: sorry but you have to go to another area, get a signature and then come back here…rushed to the other area, took a number (meanwhile listening to lousy jokes and comments about my accent, and I was supposed to laugh along…WAS NOT FUNNY!...went inside for the signature, while signing he was asking me personal questions (I was staring helplessly at that man's hand waiting for him to put on the damn signature) grasped the paper from his hand and flee to the car, which was parked miles away because I couldn't find the building driving (I wonder why they had the sign on the side of the building not in the front?)
I went back…good, now all you are missing is 30 KD stamps…thank God I had enough money, didn't know that it was that expensive…here you are…ok now just take a seat, it will only take a minute (liar!)…after a long while… here you are (giving me a file) what should I do with this file? Just get the signature of the Head of this Department… great another signature…excuse me (handing over the file)…Oh! I thought you were English (I wonder why? Is it because of my black hair, black eyes or my dark complexion?) No I'm not, can I get your signature… here you are….You know my Dad was born in your country, I'm not joking…what am I suppose to reply to that? Congratulations? Good for him? So I just gave a tired smile…and he finally handed over the temporal Kuwaiti Driving License…come back after a month to get the real one…why not now?...these are the rules…No way…If you think that I'll ever come back here you are mistaken…I'm never, ever, coming back…next time I'm sending the Mandoub, God Bless Him.

Embrace

2005-11-27T11:05:00.000-08:00

“At the beginning of creation, men and women were not as they are now; there was just one being, who was rather short, with a body and a neck, but his head had two faces, looking in different directions, with two sets of sex organs, four legs and four arms.
However, the Greek gods were jealous, because this creature with four arms could work harder; with its two faces, it was always vigilant and could not be taken by surprise; and its four legs meant that it could stand or walk for long periods at a time without tiring. Even more dangerous was the fact that the creature had two different sets of sex organs and so needed no one else in order to continue reproducing.

Zeus, the supreme lord of Olympus, had a plan to make these mortals lose some of their strength, and so he cut the creature in two with a lightening bolt, creating man and woman. This greatly increased the population of the world, and, at the same time, disoriented and weakened its inhabitants, because now they had to search for their lost half and embrace it and, in that embrace, regain their former strength, their ability to avoid betrayal and the stamina to walk for long periods of time and to withstand hard work. That embrace in which the two bodies re-fuse to become one again is what we call sex”.

That was what he told her right before they touched, kissed and their bodies eternally embraced…surrounded by a holy light, that covered both bodies. They are now re-united into the original beautiful and strong creature.

DESIRE

2005-11-22T11:01:00.000-08:00

It is the only place where one can be as free as a bird. We can desire anything we want, good or bad, normal or extraordinary, sweet or bitter, no matter what our desire is, it is always ours and nobody else’s. Nobody can judge us or criticise us there. Desire is always good even if it was bad. It must be good because it always feels good to have a desire. It makes us feel free and alive.

Tango I

2005-11-15T09:11:00.000-08:00

The birth of tango took place towards mid-19th century, with the formation of dwelling conglomerates around the young city of Buenos Aires. Those who lived there, peasants from inland, European and African immigrants and some disadvantaged porteños (born in Buenos Aires), poor, undereducated, underprivileged, straight white men made up a new social class. Perhaps as a way of identifying themselves as a group and of feeling they belonged in their new home; they began to create cultural expressions derived from this mixture. This was the start of tango, characterized by its extremely closed codes, which were only accessible to the working classes. It was danced in bars, cafes, gambling houses and prostitution places. Later on "dancing houses" that provided girls for dancing and entertainment appeared.

Tango is only the third dance in history done with the man and woman facing each other, with the man holding the woman's right hand in his left, and with his right arm around her, the first one being the Viennese Waltz and the second is the Polka

At the time just to dance in front of each other the right arm of the man touching the back of the lady was a little too much…now here we have a dance in which there is a close embrace, cheek to cheek, chests together, the legs invading each other's space, in a long conversation of love and passion, with amagues (threatening motion), hooks, flirtatious looks and caresses…the writing of a prologue to a love story that was soon to follow.

The original lyrics frequently were references to sex and obscenities. It represented a kind of sexual choreography or a duel, a man-to-man combat between challengers for the favors of a woman. As women of good reputation did not want to have any part of it and the women at the brothels had to be paid…so if a man wanted to practice the new dance his only chance was…another man, which helped to create new moves and new steps. It had nothing to do with homosexuality.

Breaking up with a friend

2005-10-28T16:59:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I heard that my ex-best friend's not-so-close relative died and I thought to myself shall I call her to offer my condolences?

I couldn't do it and wouldn't do it, for it took me a long time to break up with her and take her out of my life. J. was my childhood friend, my best friend. We shared secrets, tears, laughter, but as we grew older we slowly went into two different directions, although we would see each other daily, call each other several times a day. I found myself making a great effort to go along with her stupid conversations, while she enjoyed making fun of my thoughts and ideas, putting me down all the time by sarcastically criticizing everything I said or did. Until one day we had a fight, we broke up, but then she called back to apologize and we went back again. This time it was worse, I couldn't bear being with her, so I waited for another fight to break up with her, and this time it was forever and with no regrets.

When should we break up with our friends?
J. and I had no more shared interests, there was a violation of trust, she had some habits I couldn't agree with, that was when I decided it was time for both of us to go on our separate ways.
But breaking up with a friend is very hard, very traumatic, it could even be emotionally devastating, more that breaking up with your partner... far worse that that. We just don't expect conflict with friends. We love them dearly and we need them, which may be why we dread falling out with our friends.
I know that next time I will be more sincere and honest to myself about the bases of my friendship and that there is a difference between an old friend and a recent friend that I have common interests with.

I wonder how the blogship is?

Cute babies

2005-10-25T14:05:00.000-07:00

Aren’t they cute?

Sometimes when we play with babies, cuddle them and kiss them we feel like eating them.
Would you eat these cute Marzipan kids?

To you my love

2005-10-22T13:55:00.000-07:00

To you my love I say
With a heart full of sorrow
If you ever may
Care enough to follow
What I bare in my heart, may
Crash and crumble tomorrow
Crusado is dearer than hay
But you prefered the shallow
Becareful my love not to slay
The beauty of the morrow

Perdida

2005-10-17T15:27:00.000-07:00

¿No se si estoy perdida en el tiempo, el espacio o simplemente en sus ojos?

En sus ojos verdes me perdí
En su mundo interior me encontré
Tan libre en su alma volé
Y todas sus partes exploré
En busca de su gran corazón me empeñé
Hasta que lo encontré y allí el trono ocupé

Solidarity

2005-10-15T15:16:00.000-07:00

Please dedicate abit of your valuable time to view this and share it with others.

Porfavor dedica un poco de su tiempo valoroso para ver ésto y compartirlo con otros.

الرجاء تخصيص بعض من وقتكم الثمين لرؤية هذا السايت ومشاركته مع الآخرين

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BROTHER

2005-10-11T05:59:00.000-07:00

This post is dedicated for my youngest and sweetest brother for his birthday. For he has always been there for his family, although he is the youngest. A little guy who always been mature and responsible. Kind, sweet and lovable.

Today he is going to turn 13. This number is very important for a boy, because it is when he starts his manhood stage and I am sure that one day he is going to be a very special gentleman who would make his woman very happy.

I wish him happiness and success and I wish all his dreams come true, especially working with NASA as a scientist.

My advice to him? I'll quote the following:

"Each failure is simply another chapter to the story of our lives. To fail is to understand what not to do. Remember it and don't give up until your goal is achieved. -- Samuel Aidoo"

To you dear brother with all my love and support.

Hypocricy

2005-10-08T09:32:00.000-07:00

I tried to translate it as best as I could and here is the result:

Yes, You honorable Mubarak.
Yes Sayyed Sharif (meaning the Master who comes from honorable descendants), Mr. Mubarak. Yes, ya Mohammed, ya Husni, Ya Mubarak (an Arabic name that means the blessed). Who is supported by the God of all and our Prophet Mohammed P.B.U.H. You son of the most sacred affinity: Your grandfather Ali bin Abi Taleb (the cousin of the Prophet P.B.U.H) and your grandmother Fatima Al-Zahraa (daughter of the the Prophet) Al Batool (Batool here means: the woman who dedicates her life to God) and your grandfather our Patron Al-Husain Grandson of the prophet). I saw a vision (can't translate zaher baten cause I don't know what the h%&$ it means) that your support is not of your choice, it is from the God of all and his Blessed Prophet… Mubarak, President of Egypt and the love of the entire world. If we, the people of Egypt, went back into ourselves and pleaded for God with a sincere heart we would recognize the Jihad (fighting for God) that you had to do for Egypt and its people. God says: "If God support you no one will defeat you" The Honorable Shaikha Majda the Healer with the Holy Qoran.

Now let look at it closely:

1. Repeating the adjective honorable three times (and who says they are honorable??) what did he do to deserve that title?

2. Repeating the President name so many times in a redundant way(Just in case we forget).

3. Supported by God and the Prophet? Who said so? How does she know that, to start with? It's more likely to say supported by money and political parties… Oh I'm sorry, I forget that she said she saw it in a vision and since she is the Honorable Shaikha Majda the Healer I should believe her.

4. His ancestors are the cousin, the daughter and the grandson of the prophet? Anyone else from the sacred family missing in here? How does she know that? Does he have the family tree to prove it? Anyone can claim his affinity to the Prophet.

5. The love of the entire world? Who is she to speak on behalf of the whole world for God sake???

6. Jihad? So Mubarak is suddenly one of Al-Mojahedeen? Fighter in the name of God? I do not recall his name being mentioned in any holy, sacred or dirty war! I Believe his big belly didn't come from fighting wars, it rather comes from eating mahshi & ferakh bel anareb.

7. I don't think that verse from the Qoran was aiming at Mubarak (unless he's ancient!) if I remember well from what they taught us at school I believe it meant the Prophet P.B.U.H.

8. Who the F&%$ is this Shaikha Majda who describes herself here as Honorable and a Healer. If she is so good at heeling people then maybe she should dedicate herself only to that and leave politics to the politicians. Perhaps she should keep herself busy heeling all these people wounded and killed in Iraq for example.

9. Oh and religious people should keep their nose out of politics and stop using innocent and ignorant people under the name of religion for their own interests and greediness.

Anger Management School

2005-10-08T04:22:00.000-07:00

Why do people get so nervous and grumpy in Ramadan?
We should see our faces in the mirror, or perhaps rewind the tape we have in our brains to remember the incidents we go through during all day to actually see our behavior. What if we try to see ourselves through the eyes of others? That should give us a clearer image in order to evaluate ourselves.
If people cannot control their nerves and they get angry for the slightest and the most stupid reason and if they cannot bear to see others eat or drink in front of them without having the urge to do the same so maybe they should not fast.
Fasting is all about self control, if we are too weak then maybe we should not do it until we are ready.
Seriously we need an anger management school in here.

SABADO, SABADETE…..CORRE Y VETE

2005-10-07T03:29:00.000-07:00

Esto es un incidente verdadero que lo ha pasado a una amiga mía que lleva una año viviendo en el Salvador…me tiré una hora en el suelo llorando de la risa… y es que a Alicia la tiene que pasar de todo:

SABADO, SABADETE...CORRE Y VETE
1.10.2005

Todos sabemos que no es así el dicho (y para los que no son de mi Pueblo traduzco: sábado, sabadete, camisa limpia y polvete)

Pues cosa rara, en este país y en esta época del año amaneció un día claro, soleado, después de una noche de lluvias torrenciales interminables.

Por fin sábado y, además, muy buenas perspectivas para todo el fin de semana. Me levanto a las siete menos cuarto (increíble en mí para ser fin de semana) me doy una duchita relajante para poder abrir el ojo, ya que la noche anterior había sido “salsera” y me había acostado tarde con el rimmel puesto (por eso amanezco con los ojos bien pegaditos) Desayuno cual piraña hambrienta y cojo mi coche, bueno, tomo mi coche y me voy rumbo a Juayúa, un pueblo precioso que está cerquita del Volcán ILAMATEPEC (también llamado Santa Ana) toda feliz y contenta.... lalalalalala.....porque me voy a divertir formando parte del jurado de bandas musicales y cachiporristas. Para los que no son de aquí (es decir españoles), cachiporristas, no son los hombres que dan palos con las cachiporras, sino unas dulces jovencitas que bailan todas al unísono agitando unos plumeros al aire mientras sus fans gritan enloquecidos, no se si porque ellas limpian bien o, quizá mal, el polvo o, sirve para ahuyentar a malos espíritus, el caso es que nosotros solemos llamarlas “majorets” o algo similar. Bueno que me voy del tema.
Iba en el camino (a 100 KM de mi casa y yo solita en la madrugá, en la madrugá que me había dado para llegar puntal) a Jua‎yúa escuchando “Lagrimas Negras”, anda que no podría ir escuchando otra canción, si es que cuando una tiene fama de bruja.......será por algo. De pronto brurrumrrummmmmm…..el coche se agita, ¡ostras! vaya trueno pensé, ya empieza la tormenta. Y cuando estoy entrando en el pueblo empiezan a caer Lagrimas Negras del cielo pero de un tamaño....., bueno al principio pensé ¡jolín! que cagadas mas grandes están cayendo en los cristales, en vez de palomas deben ser de buitres, pero…. exactamente en tres segundos no veo nada, los cristales de mi coche totalmente opacos por las lagrimas, doy a los limpias y chrissssssssss, en medio de los churretes negros y del rechinar en los cristales veo a la policía que sin mediar palabra me indica que de la vuelta, pero cómo en un camino de un metro de ancho?
Son las nueve de la mañana y se ha hecho la oscuridad, no veo, estoy solita, no puedo ni girar el coche, huele a azufre que apesta, AH ya sé, el mundo está tan corrompido (o quizá yo? no, no soy tan mala) que han salido todos los diablos del infierno, por eso este calor y este olor......, en esto la radio (casualmente la llevaba encendida) dice: CIUDADANOS todos los que se encuentren en carretera cerca del volcán Ilatepec.....ALENJENSE acaba de entrar en erupción....pero como me voy a alejar si no veo nada...doy las luces largas, y el agüita del limpia, pero las lagrimas son tan enormes y caen tan rápidas que no es suficiente, tengo que ir con las luces de emergencia y a 10 por hora.....sigo solita en la carretera, no me asusto pero si quiero tomar una foto, asi que paro el coche en el arcén y abro la puerta, ¿a quien se le puede ocurrir semejante estupidez? Pues solo a Alicita. Me tenía que haber echo una foto a mi misma, era una copia de las momias que están en el museo de Pompeya. Entró tal ráfaga que, en un instante, estaba toda recubierta de ceniza pegajosa y azufrosa Puffffff que asco, aunque ya tengo una idea para los próximos carnavales con un ingenioso disfraz de ZOMBI. Cerré rápidamente la puerta chirriando de tal manera que se me pusieron los dientes tan largos que me mordí las uñas de los pies sin darme cuenta. Seguí varios kilómetros solita rezando a mi amigo San Antonio (es el santo de las causas perdidas) con la esperanza de encontrar una casa o una gasolinera para limpiar los cristales y seguir a toda.....velocidad a mi casita. Encontré en la carretera alguna casa pero estaban vacías, ya las habían desalojado. Al fin veo un coche delante de mí, que alivio, no ha desaparecido el mundo ni los seres humanos, no estaba soñando una pesadilla, seguía en la pura y dura realidad y en esto....burrummmmmmm, un temblorcito, otra vez acudo a San Antonio: por favor que no se abra el suelo que padezco un poco de claustrofobia y no me gustan los ascensores directos al quinto infierno, o al cuarto o siquiera al primero.
Pego mi nariz al cristal del parabrisas para tratar de ver entre los semicírculos de ceniza negra, además de mirar, sin querer ver, al medidor de la gasolina que de un momento a otro se iba a poner rojo como la cresta del Ilamatepec y en esto...aparece como un oasis en medio del desierto, una minúscula gasolinera. Di tal resoplido de alivio, que me quité medio kilo de ceniza expandiéndolo por todo el interior de mi coche.
Los empleados de la gasolinera me rodean preguntándome: Se ha puesto duro ahí arriba, eh seño? Cómo pudo llegar?. Mientras me llenan el depósito y me sacudo la ceniza llegan los del canal nacional de TV a hacerme una entrevista (Dios mío y yo con estos pelos y estas pintas). Así que mis queridos lectores, como gallinita clueca me pongo a dar información a los informadores (eso si que mola eh?) con mi facilidad de palabra, que.... la poli no deja pasar ni a la prensa y que la cosa esta negra tal y como se ve, mas que como se ve, cómo se me ve.
Cuando termina la entrevista y también el llenado del deposito, les indico a los muchachos, por favor podéis pasar la manguera por el coche que mirad como está? (Ya os enseñaré la foto, merece la pena porque no se puede saber ni siquiera de que color es).
Esa es la pregunta del millón, bueno mejor dicho la respuesta: Pues fíjese seño que.... han cortado la luz y el agua........pero si quiere puede comprar una botellita en el super........si claro de vodka y emborracharme, a ver si así lo veo de color de rosa. Al fin compro un par de botellas de agua y cuando me dispongo a limpiar los cristales para poder volver a mi casa ¡cuánto la echo de menos!, me dice el tipo de seguridad con el fusil en mano: Seño, no desperdicie el agua que estamos en fase de emergencia y luego no tenemos para beber. Me le quedo mirando con cara de lela. Limpio, bueno mas bien ensucio, todavía mas, los cristales con kleenex y una gota de agua para que no me remuerda la conciencia y al fin reanudo el camino de vuelta. Llego a casa y durante dos horas lavo y lavo el coche con mi manguera y mi agua y....... después pasé toda la tarde de relax en mi sofá viendo las noticias del Ilmatepec en la tele. Así me gustan los sabados…moviditos, moviditos. ALICIA

Casa Campo and the world's oldest profession

2005-09-27T12:57:00.000-07:00

Casa Campo is a bushy field, situated on the west of Madrid. What is so special about it? Well it is the place of the prohibited joy المتعة الحرام, prostitution. You can find all kind of people; Women, men, gays, lesbians, bisexuals and even old people, offering their bodies in return for some money. Summer or winter, hot or cold… they are there working day and night. It only hurts the sight of their shivering naked bodies barely covered with an open jacket or a coat in December, while it is snowing, but hey the police patrols cruise over there to insure their safety. Their work place? Casa Campo. Just take the body in your car, park it near a tree and enjoy it. Naked butts going up and down… motion inside all cars parked there.

Prostitution is as old as mankind. There are different types of prostitution; cheap-street prostitutes, expensive ones, courtesans (have you ever watched dangerous beauty?), paid mistresses, paid male-female escorts .... etc.

-Prostitution is the the world's oldest profession, what makes it exist through all times, places and different cultures?

-What is your opinion about that?

- What are the positives and negatives of having it in a society?

-What if it was controlled by the government (legalized), to ensure their safety and health control from contagious diseases, would you approve of that?

Makes a lot of sense for Lazy people!

2005-09-25T05:45:00.002-07:00

This is for a friend who have asked me yesterday on how to loose weight without exercising or changing eating habbits (he specifically said without having to eat like sheeps!)

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Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it...don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.

Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay & corn & what are these? They are vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.

Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine. That means they take the water out of the fruit a bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!

Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have a body and you have body fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.

Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...then Good!

Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!! Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?

Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.

Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO... Cocoa Beans ... is another vegetable!! It's the best feel-good food around!

Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.

Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape! Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets and remember, "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways…Chardonnay in one hand… strawberries in the other… and the body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming - WOO HOO! What a Ride.

A kiss a day keeps the doctor away

2005-09-19T14:17:00.000-07:00

Benefits of kissing??? Isn't it amazing? Yes, lots of people get amazed to know that kissing is not only romantic way of expressing your love but actually there are some benefits attached to it.

Here are some:

A Kiss helps prevent tooth decay (better than brushing your teeth?) Dr. Peter Gorden, Dental Advisor at the British Dental Association, explains. "After eating, your mouth is full of sugar solution and acidic saliva, which cause plaque build up. Kissing is nature's own cleaning process", he adds. "It stimulates saliva flow and brings plaque levels down to normal."

A Kiss relieves tension. A passionate kiss is a great relaxation technique, says stress consultant, Michelle Kay Mcnabb." When your mouth is in a kissing position, you are almost smiling and as our emotions and body language are so closely linked, it's almost impossible to smile and feel tense at the same time," she explains. "Also, your breathing becomes deeper and your eyes close when you kiss; that's what you do when you relax. It's a perfect way to shut out the world."

A Kiss helps you lose weight.-- just how long can you do that? You need use 3000 calories to lose one pound, i.e., 30,000 minutes, 500 hours... "A long kiss makes the metabolism burn up sugar faster than usual," says Claire Potter. "The calories burned depend on the intensity, but you can rely on 10 calories for every 10 minutes."

A Kiss slows the aging process. "Kissing helps to tone your cheek and jaw muscles, so they're less likely to sag," says Cosmo's Fitness Consultant, Claire Potter.

A Kiss increases fitness levels. Your heart is pumping, your pulse is racing..."If kissing is exciting, you release adrenaline into the bloodstream and your heart pumps more blood around your body," says Dr. Susan Hotchkies. "It's a great cardiovascular workout."

A Kiss is a good indication of what's to come. Kissing a new guy gives you the perfect opportunity to check out his pheromones - the chemical messengers that signal sexual attraction. " The first kiss is always a good way to work out if there's any chemistry between you, "says Paul Brown, a sexual and marital therapist. " In humans, it's thought that smells plays a vital part in subconscious attraction, and if your pheromones aren't 'in tune', you're unlikely to hit off!

A Kiss boosts self-esteem. There's nothing better than a passionate kiss for a major dose of feel good factor. "In theory, when you're kissing, you're happy. And when you're happy, you feel good about yourself," says psychotherapist Paul Zeal.

A Kiss gives you a good-all-over feeling. It is a scientific fact that kissing signals our brains to produce Oxytocin, a hormone that gives us that good-all-over feeling we experience when kissing. It is also known that biology causes one kiss to prompt another. When we kiss, the insides of our mouths and edges of our lips produce a chemical that shouts for more.

A Kiss is good for work. German physicians and psychologists have concluded that those who kiss their spouse each morning miss less work because of illness than those who do not. Those who kiss also have fewer auto accidents on the way to work, earn 20 to 30 percent more monthly and live approximately five years longer. Dr. Arthur Sazbo, one of the German psychologists, says the reason behind the good fortune is those who have a morning kiss begin the day with a positive attitude.

Honour and vengeance

2005-09-07T11:17:00.000-07:00

Two headlines really called my attention today in one of our local newspaper:

A Jordanian stabs his 20 years old daughter 30 times to death in revenge for his honour. Autopsy found the girl virgin.

Dr. Massouma Mubarak to Jordan in an official visit.
Dr. Mussouma Mubarak shaking hand with the Jordanian Minister of Planning, Mrs. Suhair Al Ali.

And I found myself asking when is this killing series going to stop in Arabic countries? And now that we have a woman-minister, can she do something to stop it?

I think this issue is more important than exchanging experts or planning cooperation between two or several countries. How can the Arabic countries ever advance if they still behave in a very ignorant and primitive way? Why don’t they fix their basic problems first?

Ignorance and useless traditions are basic problems in the Arabic World and unless they are solved you cannot expect much to be done. Who are they kidding?

Why don’t people react to these news? Is it becoming a daily event that people read but not really react to? When did racist killing start to be normal? Aren’t they commenting the thing that Islam came to forbid and consider as a sin? Killing girls for honor vengeance?
I wonder if it was a boy who dishonoured his family, would they kill him too? or cutting off his balls would be enough? That would cut down the rates of rapes for sure!

Thanks to our dear Ministry of Communications

2005-09-06T02:11:00.000-07:00

Sorry everyone, I can´t post anything right now until God knows when. It all depends of our dear Ministry of Communications. So until they change our main cables in the area and release the pressure over the old ones, there will be hardly any posting on my blog or commenting on your blogs from my side.
Anyone has a big WASTA there?

La vida al revés/ living up-side-down

2005-09-01T13:42:00.000-07:00

Have you ever tried living up-side-down? I mean thinking with your feet, dancing with your ideas, crying when you are happy, laughing when you are in deep trouble and giggling when you are in pain? Crazy isn't it, but you should try it once in awhile its fun. Things don't have to be the same all the time. Change is fun.

¿Habéis probado vivir la vida al revés? Es decir, pensar con los pies, bailar con las ideas, llorar cuando uno esta feliz, reír cuando esta en un lío o carcajear del dolor. Es una locura, pero merece la pena probarlo. ¡Es muy divertido!! Las cosas no tienen que ser siempre iguales.

Sense and sensibility

2005-08-28T07:46:00.000-07:00

My defeat

Today I declare my defeat in the battle of love,
before the enemies of love,
before the circumstances, the envies souls, before the improper place and time,
before the whole universe I declare, my defeat.
Maybe it was never meant to be
for me to live love.
Maybe I was doomed to only taste the bitterness of its first bite?
I surrender to my fate

Sense and sensibility

What is being a sensitive person, I ask?
I always thought it was feeling other people’s senses, perceive their feelings of sorrow, happiness, excitement, madness …etc, being there for your loved ones when they need you without having to ask for it. Well obviously it's not!