Jerkulez's Ay Kallaaam!!

هي

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 17:54:00 +0000

طفقت ابحث عن قلمي
و شرعت ألملم أوراقي
فعنها ابدأ حدبثي
هي وحي إلهامي
و لها ألحن كلماتي
أهدي اليها وجودي
و أفصح لها عن أحلامي
معها أكون نفسي
و لها يزداد جنوني
هي مكنونات قلبي
و أعماق أسـرارى
لها بدأ عشقي
و هي كل مرادي
اسمها في زفرات انفاسي
عطرها يعبق كياني
حالة حب في لمساتي
ترفعني من عمق اشجاني
هي حلم أيامي
و منتهي حياتي
هي....حبي

Blah!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 14:45:00 +0000

*Sigh!* AHHHHHHHHH Shit, Shit Shit!!!

How many of us, said these words (or some other form) in an occasion or 2?

How many of us said these words of frustration and disappointment.

How many of us, feel that they are stuck in the wrong place, in the wrong direction, some even in the wrong time.

Wither its a job you don't want be doing, and everyday is like.....hmmph work! same shit different day!. Or a dream that seems unreachable; maybe its feeling so out of place with everything around you; or your just completely utterly bored to death.

We are our own worst enemies, we let our minds ruin our lives and excessive thinking just makes things worse, Our judgment is always impaired when it comes to matters of one's self, we never seem to be logical and many a time, we preach what we don't do!

And it's alright to feel so, we are after all human, but to let it linger, to have it effect our lives, waste our time, is just foolish and sometimes down right pathetic....so chin up, life is not that bad, contemplate and prioritize, set goals and work towards them, and try to be as transparent as possible with yourself.

Note: there is none......

.......منهم ولا

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 11:09:00 +0000

السؤال.... هو أنا منهم ولا..؟ يطرح نفسه و بنسأله لنفسنا كتير.
أنا منهم ولا لأ... و عشــان نفهم أكتر , لازم نعرف موضع الســـؤال.

الســؤال يا أعزائي.... بيتسأل كل يوم , في كل موقف أو حدث يحصل و تلائي الجمع بيتصرف بطريقة معينة تجاه هذا الأمر. و تجد نفسـك في أحدي الحالتين لرد هذا الســؤال.
أولهم, هو إنك تعمل ذي الجمع و تبئي منهم, أو متعملش ذي الجمع يأما عن إقتناع ( إنت مش منهم ) أو عن عدم مقدرة (نرجو إعادة المحاولة مرة أخري)
طبعاً الحدث يحتمل الخطأ و الصواب, يعني مش لازم يكون تصرف كوخه أو وحش, ممكن يكون واجب او اي حاجة من الحاجات المفروض تتعمل و معملتهاش.
أمثلة!؟؟....و مالو! لازم برضو لترسـيخ المعني....مثلا...مثلا... يا رب علي الفضيحة!!! معاكسـة بنات...مش منهم, فلرتي مع البنات...اه منهم 
شرب دخان...مش, مدمن بيبسي...للأسف منهم, أستغلالي... مأظونش, مجنون...بكل فخر أه, شريـر...نص نص منهم (فلهزار), منظم... مش منهم أخر حاجة, عقرب (البرج مش حاجة تانية)... منهم, وحجات تانية كتير بس كفاية عشـان الفضيحة!!

في النهاية الأنسـان عبارة عن مجموعة من حالات منهم او مش منهم, المهم تكون إنتا منهم أو مش منهم عشـان الأسباب الصح...حتي ولو ده مش الحال في جميع الأوقات.

هي الحياة

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 09:43:00 +0000

تســاقـطت أعبائي كغصن جفت أوراقه
وأحسـست بهرب أيامي كما القطار غير عابئ

فهي كصور في زخم الحياة تفاصيلها مكتملة
و وجدتني أنظر إليها فشاحت عني أنظارها
فتتأججت مشــاعري كطفل يبكي
وخرت قوأي بعد طول معترك

طفقت أقبل عليها فهمت هي بيا
إبتسـمت لها فضحكت فبكيت أنا
لا أبغي فراقها وقد قتلني ركودها

هي كانت كأحلام الواقع
فأبيت أن لا تكون واقع أحلامي

و أطبقت علي قلم جف كلماته
عله يجود علي كما جاد من قبلي

تفكرت فأنكرت وجودي
وقبلته فأنهكني إختفائي

و أبتسـمت و أنا أكتب كلماتي
فهي بلا معني و لكنها حالي

I love writing!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 05:37:00 +0000

The ravishing thoughts of a once live mind now dead, echoed with the deafening sound of a heart that bleed and as the soul laid down to waste, the mortal coil got set to be erased

You must be thinking, woooh! whats up with the gloomy start dude?

If you are, then continue on to know why, and if not, well just enjoy this all the same :)

Go over these two sentences again, how does it make you feel? is it a poem, or are they just words, maybe it was never intended to be so, but came out never the less as is.....

Still confused, asking what the hell am i yabbering about;

Then sit back for this is a first seat view to the insight of why i sometimes write what i write these things above..

One of the reasons i write, simply is to put a word i like or have been thinking about, onto a page and into a sentence, i would build up a whole story or an article discussing whatever issue, so i can just use that one word (can be more than one), getting the pic now?

If not, well let me try to explain more; can you figure out which word in the above two sentences i like and thus created these two sentences to be a crib for this word? comon give it a try, shouldn't be that hard, at least it's not a bloody story or an article this time :)

I genuinely love to write, i remember my big stupid smile, when i was asked to write the press release for an event the company was holding, how happy i was when it got published the next day in the local newspapers (of course not under my names, but still were my words); and a shout out to that friend who helped me do so.

I undeniably love to write, when i read works for my friends, and feel how beautiful the written word is and how strong, and that i can be a part of that world, and another shout out to all you out there (yes yes you know who) who write and i read for, keep up the good work fellas.

I absolutely love to write, when i read the comments on the stuff i wrote, those words of encouragement and support, friendship and love, proud and envey (goood one) where it all connects, writers and readers alike, a big shout out to those, keep the comments coming guys

I truley love to write, because in my writings i can say whatever and not give a fuck, i can thrash ppl, critise thoughts, fall in lovel or make up a sci-fi; i can thrill ppl, i can make them sleep; and i can alter lives, i just love how words can alter lives.

I evidently love to write, because i challange myself with the game of words, would think up a word and then i would try to build a piece around it, as i have done many times before and as i have done just now in the beggining of this piece

I love to write, simply because i can, i may not be the next Najeeb Mahfouz or Ahmed Rajab, i may not be good at all, but i believe it's something i can do, and if i can then i enjoy it and this one particularly.....well this one i just love.

The River and Me...

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 08:37:00 +0000

As i stopped to grab a breath and look around me, i saw that everything was the same;
The world was colored the same, smelled the same, even tasted the same.....

All Grey, I couldn't see anything form the thick forest of fog and mist, i extended my arms, only to get swallowed by the mist.....it was getting thicker, and the more i stood still, the more engulfed by the clouds i became..i had to move, had to keep going on.....

I then closed my eyes, concentrating on enhancing my hearing, i had to bare the fog, now almost up to me chest....i listen, still listen....i could hear breeze, then i heard water.

Opened my eyes and took one last look, before i started moving out in the direction i thought i heard the water come from; as i washed away the fog from me, i picked up speed, and while still trying to listen to the water, i followed the gust of wind no starting to blow.

I stopped, and again closed my eyes to listen....'It's that direction' i said to myself. I started to move towards the sound again, this time clearly hearing water, a running stream it seems; as i keep on moving, i notice my body doesn't feel heavy like before; 'is the mist growing lighter?' i thought; i kept my course steady and went on...and the suddenly, sun rays hit my eyes, blinded by the sudden exposure to light, i held my hand in front of my eyes for while, trying to slowly welcome light back into me again, i can feel the warmth building in, the feel of sun of my skin and the breeze on my face; slowly i open my eyes...

Breath taken for moments, the view in front me spread vast as vision can reach, wide meadows of green pasture and brown sticks of tree and in the middle, a blue line of water; a painting so simple yet so obsolete, so refreshing and contradicting to what i was in before, i look back and i see green, where has the fog gone?

Not giving it thought, i walk towards the stream, and the more i approached the running water, the bigger that blue line became. In the distance i could make out a figure of an old man waving, was he waving to me? He must, there is no one around but me, so it's got to be me.

Making my way in the direction of the old man, i started to slightly run, i don't know why i did so, but it's that feeling of invigoration, the harder i run, them ore lighter i feel, distance closing in fast, i draw closer to the old man, his face becoming clearer, i can tell he held such a sweet caring smile, finally reaching the old man, i gasp for air..... hmmmph...pooof!

- Hi, where am i?

- Take a deep breath first, Hesham

As i inhale a deep fresh batch of air, i take a closer look at the old man, he had the figure that suggests he was well built when he was young, white silky hair and clear water like blue eyes, you can clearly see the marks of time on his old face, yet it all comes wonderfully to give you serenity unparalleled.

- How do you know my name? Where am i? Who are you?

- I am but an old man, and you are here in my land; he said with a smile

- Why am i here? i don't understand....

- Well let me tell you a story, walk with me.

- Long time ago this river you see here, was just a small stream, its beginning ways far from here, the river vigorous and young, it used to sweep down the shores, unrelenting and uncontrollable, this river used to dash through both mud and stone, setting to reach out its journey's end, but no matter how long the river ran, the path never ended.

The old man stops to look around, i can see a joyful smile as he takes the surroundings around him in, not wishing to interrupt him, i myself try to grasp whatever i can from the beauty around me, in my failed attempts i open my eyes to find the old man looking at me and laughing..

- Wish you could see you face, what were you doing?

- What happened to the river then? i asked, embarrassed to answer his previous question

- Ah yes! well the river started to get weary and tired of aimlessly flowing, and many times thought of giving up and just being a stream, maybe that's what he was always intended to be, nothing more, nothing less; and in the midst of his tired thoughts, he came upon another small stream, that little stream was young and crazy, flowing all around, she sensed the river was sad, approached him and asked, what is wrong river Sir? i am not a river (not yet) i am just a big stream, but a stream still and i have been flowing for a long time looking for my ocean, but i can't find it, and i have grown weary and tired.

- But river Sir, i see you have a lot of riches within you, waiting to flow and its the journey that counts, you get to meet other streams and rivers, like me; and your story is yet to be told.

- 'Maybe it is little one' Said the river, for now i have a path i must choose, and no matter what, i never regret what i have done before, lets move on and i know one day i will meet my ocean, and on my journeys i will make new friends, grow stronger with their support and flow faster.

- Years gone by and the river flows, making friends, choosing paths, loosing way, but always coming back, refusing to be just another stream, the river grow bigger, more stronger, much more richer and he was never along....then one day, the river met the ocean and a thing of beauty it was, you could swear you didn't see anything of the like, for the river has finally reached his goal, reached the end of his journey he has been on so long.

His story now over the old man stood still, closed his eyes, spread his arms and started to laugh
seeing how happy he was, i couldn't help but start laughing myself, as i slowly spread my arms, i rotated around myself, i could now feel it, i could finally feel the place.

After ages of moments, and holding on to breath from the laughter, i raise my hand to the old man and smile back at him, it was my first smile since i came to this place; thank you i thought, and as if he read my mind, he patted my back and looked to me, and i looked back at him, those blue eyes seems familiar to me, i thought to myself, where did i see them before.

- Has this answered your question, why and how?
With gratitude in my eyes, i nodded my head yes, whispering 'thank you, my old man'

As he turns his back and starts moving away, i can only stand there, feeling heavy yet satisfied,
the fog around me started building up, and i was rapidly loosing sight of the scenery in front of me ' Old man, Old man!' but he could not hear me; i can hear the sounds of beeps and my body starts shaking gently....the beeps grow louder and i can hear a female voice saying "wake up Hesham, your gonna be late to work"....as i open my eyes i look at the alarm beeping next to me and look and her with a smile " was it a good dream" she said; 'It was' i said still half asleep, remembering the dream, i remember calling out at the end 'Old Man, Hey! old man, how did you know all of this? Tell me please'

The old man turns and looks again at me.... 'well! how else silly, I am the River, I am your RIVER''

For she...For her

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 10:45:00 +0000

....Ah yes! Valentine....
Although not a big fan of the day, the rituals or the word itself, today i let myself get in touch with my lovey dovey side, my romantic ego; which is something i rarely do or moreover share.

For her, i dedicate these naive simple words....

*while writing this i came to find that a free verse form will liberate my words to describe how i feel, break free from the shackle of meters and rhyme

For her, i owe love
For she made me enough
Laughs not spoken, bonds not broken
A heart that remained
Once was dead, now lives for her

For her, I'll burn the night
For she brings sense into my life
More of the lips i want to drink
Kisses that take my life away
A touch that burns
Flames it shall never die

For her, I am a better man
For she brings out the best i can
To harm and pain i will be
A shield to protect thee
Valentine not one but is 360 days
Where i prove my love in million different ways

For her, I'll do my best
For she is not like the rest
How it seems the rain feels her heart
Or how the wind listens to her every word
That pretty smile that lights my way
Shining so bright like the sun ray
A hi on the phone, that leaves me speechless
A whiff of her hair, renders me a mess
How she misses me, when i miss her more
Even the way she texts, oh so sweet
The way she laughs when i say a joke
Even that stare when i sip on some coke (cola)

For her i am born a new
For she already has my heart
To not go back to days so cold
To this feeling I'll firmly hold
Till we two become one
hopefully marry and have a son :D

And although words are sometimes cheap
Know that these are written with my heart
Mind and soul are now complete
For her, a path for me is set clear
For she is an angel, she is my dear.

*Seems i still fell under the rhyming power despite my efforts to be free

And a happy valentine to all.

Written!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 06:00:00 +0000

It has been slightly over 4 months since i last sat and out of free will, decided to write something; 4 months since i last picked up my virtual pen, and jotted down what this head of mine has been thinking off.

But this self enforced sabbatical of mine, made me appreciate writing, made me miss it; and as i went on to read on and on for others, i felt every time brought me closer to writing again; it was not for the lack of thoughts, ideas or things to write about, but more about how i didn't feel like writing.

And now as i regain the feeling of awesomeness of the phenomena that is, words meets paper; the stupendous process of thoughts being translated into words; i come to find myself asking, why is it we write?

So why do we write!? why do we share thoughts, opinions, advises, stories and experiences through the written word, and not just use the word of mouth. And aside from the sole purpose of saving info or knowledge on paper; we tend to express our selves via written words more strongly and accurately than we do vocally.

I believe words say and have it all, you can express feelings otherwise unexpressed by sounds, written words are always true, no matter the pretense or the facade been put, you can always find parts of the writer in their own words; i myself have came to know some people better through reading their works; you see, you can never lie to that piece of paper in front of you; and why should you; you can show it love, happiness, joy, hope and it will accept it all, no questions asked. Similarly show hate and that white piece of paper will accept it, show it vengeance, ugliness, evil, perversion and it will still accept it all, also no questions asked.

We tend to use that generous nature of the white piece of paper, and we scribble on it all of our inmost desires and secrets, jot down all of our fears and hope, write in it our wishes and dreams; and use it to communicate with others of this world.

Words are magic; civilizations are written in history, and history is written in words, and if not in words, were drawn on walls. Written words are there to stay, to be constant, to always have effect.

I believe we write because we feel the power of the written words; reading words and hearing them are totally different, when we read the stories we live their worlds, we embrace the heroes, we become the words we read, imagination runs free, not limited by other senses of vision, touch, hearing or even smell. While reading, your world is the extent of your mind, and the mind can cross spaces of time and distance, bend realities and makeup new rules, that we actually can't do. When i read about war, i can imagine my own custom settings of that war, even with all details given to me by the writer, i still can manage to make it my own, while in films, you are limited to what your vision interprets to the brain, if you see a red tank, you cant convince yourself it's blue.

Writing is a matter that can be very intimate, like a journal or a personal dairy; or can be very public like a column or an article.

That brings us to the question at hand, why do we write? do we write, because we have something to say, or do we write because we have too, maybe we write because we have talent to do so, or we write because we just can, i know we definitely write so we can share, share our hopes and dreams, our failures and successes, share our falls and our raise, our defeats and victories, our hate and love, or simply just share our thoughts.

I write these words, to write, because i missed writing; i write these words to speak with all you reading this, i write these words to share my feelings.....

So why do YOU write?

Today!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 13:02:00 +0000

Today, i sat in front of a small water fountain, the street at my back with cars passing by, while the wind blows a slightly coldish breeze at my face

Today, i sat in a small garden with a fountain, while the sun spread its glowing hue over the silhouette of 3 tall structures that threw its shadow upon me

Today, i had a notebook, i sat and i thought, i listened to the breeze and i felt the sounds around me

Today, i found a pen in my pocket, i toke it out and held it high and started gazing at it.

Today i wrote on some paper with my pen, and to my astonishment, the words were flowing as if the ink was shaping itself into words.

Today, was different! Today was nice.

Today i lost my notebook that i wrote in!!!

Today is still nice and surely different :D

Dead Space Game Review

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 05:27:00 +0000

Dead Space; is one of those kick ass games, which you know you will remember for a long period of time. Partially, because it nearly stopped my heart a couple of times, mostly because it is just that, KICK ASS.

Dead Space, follows the story of engineer (yes an engineer, after this game all engineers now kick ass) Isaac Clarke on a mission to the UGS Ishimura for repair, but of course things take a turn to the worse as they crash land on the ship, and are left stranded trying to figure what is going on….When you hear twinkle twinkle, little star playing in the background of a pitch dark and gruesome scenery…you know that something is gravely wrong and sick in this game.

The game takes you straight in action, you are met with bizarre creatures, and I do mean bizarre, they are fucked up, downright creepy, ugly and can scare the shit out of you, if they pop suddenly; and in this title, that will happen quite a number of times.

The graphics are stunning, the lighting is brilliant and drastically helps enhance the mood of playability, soundtrack is matching appropriately with the game pace.

The game play, just kicks ass, you have melee moves with both hand and legs, as well as different varieties of weapons and tools to just help you enjoy the game play more J We also have a couple of mini games for item rewards, one of them being a weird variation of basketball called X-ball…..!

The player is able to upgrade his rig, equipments and weapons in a place called ‘The Bench’ using power nodes, that conveniently you pick it up from what seems to be a PC case, you also get to shop at a store booth for items, suit upgrades and weapons

Did I mention the suits kick ass, they look amazing, gives the feel that you’re a bad ass
The interface with the save points, stores or the bench are all just kool, the menu is an innovative holographic window, a screen displays in front of you and you can continue playing while the windows is still open.

Storyline is simple till it nears the end, and boyaa; a twist and a surprise for the masses
The ending is bound to please everyone, and you can start a new game with all the stuff you had before

Finally, I would just like to add, this was one fun game, and will be definitely revisiting this one again soon

Rating*: KICKS ASSES (9/10 in laymen words)

*: The word represents the scale of rating from 1 to 10; every red letter is 1 point

Also to be noted the game had a series of comics before game release and now have an anime movie out titled Dead Space: Downfall

Game Trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NzdixdTFLg

Game links:
http://deadspace.ea.com/

Holy Ramadan!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Sat, 20 Sep 2008 15:59:00 +0000

A great thing about Ramadan is, as the month grows older, the more religiously inclined and intact people become, and as the month approaches its end, we find ourselves in the last third of the month; and you can clearly tell that people all over are increasingly becoming more worshiping.

Ramadan is divided into a set of 3-10 days each, the first being the days of mercy; the second, days of forgiveness; and the third and last (can be 10 or 9 depending on the lunar moon) are the most blessed and generous, these are -a free pass out of hell- days; and among these last of days we have one oh-so special day -Laylt ElQadr-, it is the day when the Qur'an was revealed, that single day is said to be better than a thousand months collectively

This is why it makes sense that as the days pass, you only get better; take exhibit A; starts the month out, getting dizzy the first day for doing such a hard thing as fasting, and upon Iftar call, plunges on food like a raving dog would do a piece of raw meat...then A (for short) starts slowly getting used to fasting, working and starts doing some basic worship; all whilst being bombarded with a gazillion new show on the devilvision.

Start of the second 10 days -the days of forgiveness- A is now more used to this rhythm of life, having Sehour (late late dinner), reading some Qu'ran, praying the Fagr (dawn), going to sleep, going to work, actually doing some work, coming back home, sleeping a bit, ah don't forget praying the Dohr (noon) and Asr (after noon) respectively in their allocated times as well, waking on Iftar, eating, eating some more (but not like the first 10 days), praying Maghrab (dusk), resting a bit for all the eating, praying Isha (evening), praying some more, getting back and sitting in front of the tele till 12 or so, and the loops starts again.....

Exhibit A has made it successfully through 20 Ramadan days, only 10 to go, with one great night among those 10 days. A does what he was doing in set 2, but with more reading of Qur'an, and more praying, now not only does he do extra praying after Isha, but also more praying at midnight, filling these gaps with more reading of Qur'an. All of this gives you much less time to waste on useless talk, actions, television, eating. Exhibit A was sincere in his efforts and thus was awarded the holy night of -Leylt ElQadr- which is known to only come on the odd days of the last 10 days of Ramadan, with no definite day set to it, this year said to be highly probable on the night of the 25th of this month.

To wrap it up, Ramadan is a month for people to feel the hunger of the poor, a month to cleanse the body of all the harmful ways of eating and activities, a month to be a better person, i know people who stopped smoking, drinking, drugs and sex because of Ramadan, an oppurtinuty to make amends with your creator, a rare chance to be more than just mere human, to be more.....to be one step closer to God

Screw That!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Sat, 20 Sep 2008 15:53:00 +0000

I am aggravated, agitated, angered, annoyed, bothered, bummed, disappointed, enraged, irked, irritated, offended, peeved, vexed, upset, and feeling wookie*

Yesterday i flunked my second trial at obtaining a driving license in these forsaken desert land of a country called......... (where i work, not where i am from) seems like my ten years of driving is not good enough for these camel riding -now rich all in cars- idiotic morons.

I failed my first time, because it's an unsaid rule that no foreigners pass from first go, afraid that it might be called as doing favors and such! OK, so i go, do my thing, drive and do what the examiner has instructed and fail with flying fuckin colors -note 1 to my fellow readers, i had somebody on the inside- that same somebody was able to secure me anther trial after 10 days -note 2, if you fail you need at least a month before trying again- and so i waited for my chance of getting that ever elusive, hardest fuckin thing achievable in this country -the shit piece plastic from hell card 'The Laisyn'- as the natives call it.

And so the anticipated day arrives, with words of prayers from the family, work and friends, as if i am going to war, promises that this time it is for sure; "I have talked to the guys myself, don't worry" said my contact on the inside, and with his fake words i felt a light breeze, hope shined weak, finally today, i will become a man.

Got into the car, went into the training area, and waited my turn, in the process got shifted from exam area to another three time, with each time, be becoming more gloomier, and the examiner more sadistic and non bearing -note 3, Ramadan, no coffee, no smoke, nothing- finally my turn, i gave him my card, and thinking to myself he should be giving me the easy test now, after all i had someone on the inside set things up, but did he; Fuck No, he gave the hardest test; parallel parking in -a fit your car only if you land it there space- did i fret, nope nor did i flinch, put on the waiting sign and started parking the car, let just say it wasn't the smoothest or best parked car, but it was parked, yet the goat drinking officer felt that couldn't suffice, and told me to go on my way (that's how i knew i failed)

On the outer brinks of hell, as i gradually approach a place of agony and misfortune and misery
i waited for the inevitable call, did i pass, or did i not? My gut feeling told me not, yet for some reason the guy with me trying being all optimistic and shit, saying maybe, who knows, maybe...well i freakin hate maybes; and true to my feel, i got the card back with the word 'Failed' on it, i felt like i am a kid waiting on his high school grades, and couldn't make his parents proud.

There were guys i could tell that failed for the fifth or sixth time ( you have up till 10 times before you get reset all over), just because his salary is not good enough, or the job title was menial. Oh how they trumped the heart of men, so violently, so viciously; to satisfy their bruised -always wanting more- egos.

Yet i am a true believer in the 'what happens, does happen for a reason' motto, although i am yet to find out the reason, i stand my course on trying to get the license, or i will go back home, it's not even worth the humiliation of not having a car -note 4, i work in sales- If anything good came out of this ordeal, it would be, you reading this, either feeling my pain or laughing at it, most important is, i had fun writing it, and truly hope you had fun reading it

* Feeling Wookie: A state of barbaric anger with incoherent voice growls, due to frustration and too much Star Wars!

An interview with a poet

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 16:11:00 +0000

Hi! and welcome to the first ever interview with your host Jerkulez Joining us today, live from her own home through the web is Hebz .....

Oi Hebz! How are ya?
I am fine , how about yourself?

Great! Great! So can you give us an intro about yourself?

mm , well I am a 26 years old girl with alot of hope and dreams, i am the sweetest person you can meet, i tend to be quite around people who emite negative energy, i always take my time to get to know people on the inside. i have impatient people, and those who think of themselves as hotshots.

i am very expressive when it comes to poetry , most if not all of my poems are based on personal experiences that is why people tend to say that they are very

true and close to their hearts.

Describe yourself in one word?
Sweet

What fruit are you?
bananas

Do you relate to Crazy?
haha , on several occasions ! Aren't we all just a littttle crazy sometimes.

How do you feel about loony?

Tunes? abit boring

Was the flip down sideways worth the jump?
huh?

Fast food?
deliciously destructive

why a poet?
i express myself best with rythmes! :D

If a poet is a writer, but not all writers are poet, is the orange orange?
if you say so.

Dreams that came true?
should be more often ! :D

Lies that are kool ?
enjoyable yet frustrating once the truth comes out

Face you see everyday?
mine

Cartoons you like?
Oie! that is hard , mostly early 90s cartoons

Baby's name?
malak if its a girl and jehad if its a boy

About me ?
my newly acquired friend, who i highly respect and greatly admire

Glimpses of World

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 14:40:00 +0000

WHEN

Winds roar in the midst of anguished clouds

Mosaics of celestial stars form on the canvas sky

A motion breeze that captures the still moment

Undying pledge of yet to be born days

Secret truths that resonates with bearing lies

Will succumbs to the call of nature god

Life resumes as we pause our lives

Sanction enthroned uncovering the vial

Time wonders why still we choose to stay

Inverted is the pyramid of priorities lost to vain

Falling upwards to reach the bottom

THEN

Space void of emotions

Crumble to stand strong

Hurt to mend our world

Collision course set to evade

A love that destroys

The fulfillment of negativity

Build only to break

Die to be remembered

Selection of the unsuitable

Freedom of the dead

Wavering hopes of dying wishes

Shadows that light our ways

Directions to lose sight of goals

From

Mind screaming

Heart aching

Soul vanishing

Wound inflecting

Pain ravishing

TO

Dreams

Wishes

Thoughts

Feelings

Smiles

My conversation

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 08:17:00 +0000

The scene....
A misty background, a foggy filled air; looking around I are not sure if it is dark illuminated or light darkened, there is light yet there is no source, slowly I start making out walls and paths that look like corridors, further more I recognize what looks like doors randomly located along these corridor walls. Lastly I see a silhouette figure; I can't really make out the dimensions, as everything in that space seems to be from the same origin, the figure starts becoming more vivid, detaching itself from the surroundings, taking its own shape.

The figure....
As the shape slowly comes to live; I can tell that it is somehow tall, a bit rough at the edges, with what seems to be a mess of hair on that midsized head. I zoom closer, trying to make out the shadow, clearly its male (I just know), looks like he's wearing a coat (I come to this conclusion form the uniformity of the wear ending below the knee). The posture of the figure was not that of strength, of confidence, but of weakness, it looked old, looked tired.

Picture rotates, I now stand in front of the figure, I look for any facial distinction, yet I can't make out any, somehow I only feel that a sad look is drawn on his face

The time....
Time has no rule here, it's neither day nor is it night, I am always at the same moment indefinitely, yet we can see, feel things change around us!

The story….
"Ehm ehmm! Hello! May you help me" I say gently
The figure doesn't move or show reaction that he heard me, suddenly he starts moving fast towards one of the corridors and to a door, stops and it is as if he was looking back to me, then he opens and enters the room.

Heeding what seems to be an invite, I run to the corridor afraid that if I was to be late I would be lost. As I approach the corridor, the light pulsates more strongly and once I entered the light was fully on. Out of breath and what seemed like eternity, I take a glimpse back to where I was, and for my surprise there was a wall behind me, when was there a wall?

Hand on knob, I can hear my heart screaming, slowly I turn the knob and open the door, not forgetting to look for any signs, I can make out "Con......".

"Conscience??" I say to myself, "What does it mean? Where the hell am I?"
The room is pitch dark, oddly yet, at the far corner I can make out the shadow standing there

"Where is this? Who are you?” no answer.

"Why am I here? Am I dead"....still no answer. I gradually get more nervous and aggressively shout "Answer me Dammit", adding a little sneering a like a wounded camel

"Relax, no need to be afraid"
"I am Zelu Krej, you can call me Ze"

"Where is this?"

"This is nowhere and everywhere"

"I don't understand"

"You will eventually"

"Why am I here?"

"Ask yourself that, I've always been here"

"Have I been here before?"

"Yes"

"When?"

"Last time was a few years back, don't you remember"

"............."

" So why are you here Jerkulez?"

"How do you know my name?"

"I know a lot of things about you, you'd be surprised"

"..........."

"So what brings you here"

"I am not sure, I feel heavy at heart, with a burden that shoulders me motionless....."
"Go on...”

"I feel like I am not what I used to be, not the same person"

"You're not, you have changed, and all these times, change has taken its toll on you"

I stared blankly at the empty yet occupied space in front of me

"You are not as pure as you once were, something different is in you, and that's why you are here now"

"......I...I.." words get caught up midway through my vocal cords

"You have grown up, sacrificed old values for new, replaced good with bad"
"Forgot friends, neglected family and abandoned God"
"Your drive for ever more success, for more money, more women, made you change"
"You let go of principals, let go of love, left understanding, threw out compassion"
"Became more scenic, more wicked, more evil"

"St...stoop" I hardly mutter

"Remember that time you passed an old lady, trying to cross a street and you just went on your way as if nothing was, you didn't even think about it, before, you'd help, but now, you have changed"

"Pleaassee, sttooop"

"Remember another time, you didn’t pray so you can go to the movies, pray later you thought to yourself, and went to bed without praying it at the end"

".............."

As he continued slowly stated my wrongdoings, I felt weaker, more shameful, couldn't look up
"I'm not all bad, I helped that woman out, when she had a flat tire" I said in defense for myself

"And why did you do so? Wasn't it because you were flirting in process and not out of genuine good"

"Bu....but...but...I helped"

"NOT GOOD ENOUGH", the voice bombarded me, shattering all my defenses

I fell to my knee, hiding my face in my palms "Sorry...sorry...I am sorry"

"Remember 12/05/03, the birthday party........."
"Remember07/10/04, that time at the store......"
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"Remember yesterday, the moment you said those words to your mother and how she cried"
"Look at me and tell me how you feel"

I hold up my face to my astonishment I find the once dark room lit up.
"How...?"

"Each time I stated a wrong deed, it was lifted and the room lit a bit"
"Now stand up, do you still feel burdened?"

I rose on my feet gradually, and an overwhelming feeling of liteness got over me

"Wow, I feel good, that's strange, I feel comforted, feel confident, feel like the old days"
"How did you do this....magic, hypnotism?"

"Conversation" the voice replied, as I made out a hint of a smile in the still dark face

"Am I dead? was that judgment day?"

"No, simply sleeping, simply dreaming"

"Where is this place?"

"The halls of your mind"

A still moment passed as we both looked each other directly, conveying more than words can ever say

".,..And who are you?"

"Doesn't the name Zelu Krej remind you of anything JerKuleZ “

Shockingly I stared as the figure reveals a mirror reflection of myself, but with a confident, strong, healthy stance, different than that of before.

"I am You" pausing for a while as this fact sank into my soul

"Thank you. I have gotten weak over the years for the lack of visits from you, got more burdened for every bad thing you did, and I thought it would be it for me. But after all that time, you finally showed up, again my thanks for giving me back my glory"

We share some laughs, some of the good memories and as I excuse myself to leave, he looks at me "Visit more often, don't let this happen again"

"Promise I will, take care and thank you"

Making my way out of the room, I close the door behind me and started heading towards the exit
Not forgetting, again I take a quick glimpse back, to read that what was on the door sign

"Ahh, that’s why, now I know, now I understand"

Camera rotates, then zooms on the door sign......
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The sign read "Conscience"

Your soul for money!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 19:04:00 +0000

So how far are you really willing to go in order to get money?
Some do it the only way they know how, working hard; others tend to dream about making money and will actually commit crimes so they can achieve their goals, some might even kill for a few bucks, some just play games to win that money!

The reason behind this impromptu idea in this half empty noggin of mine, was a show called Moment of Truth, in the show they ask all these intimate personal question and have the answers lie detected, although you can't rule out the possibility of this whole show being one big act, yet the willingness of these people to go to such lengths in order to win money astounds me. I saw lives destroyed, jobs lost, couples broken-up and families torn, and all that for a mere 500k (not that i have seen someone reach it, they usually fail or drop out after the 100k, where they start really pitcher cooking your hide)

People risk losing loved ones for money, and if they do make a large amount of money, then those people are only sticking around for that reason...that's just screwed up!
Of course the morally corrupt make for a great participants in the show, imagine having one who is decent (like me!) that would be boring.....Have you cheated ...No (correct)
'Do you hate your dad'...'No' (again correct).....etc

Americans in particular are known for these kind of stuff, being money hungry all the time, remember the candid camera show that would pay people to undress!!?? exempt of those are the sport challenges, these are fun to play, decent and again fun to watch......
More fucked up are the Japanese, they do way worse and i don't think it is even for money, they have crossed all boundaries of logic and common sense....Americans have a reality show called 'I survived a Japaneses game show', if that says anything, it says it all.

Soon enough we will see the Arabic version of such shows, these will be toned down of course, yet as our moral fabric weakens as time passes, it's only a matter of time!

Shabab Masry Gedan!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 17:12:00 +0000

El-Shab el-Misry (Masrawy youth), is an individual of such uniquenesses, that i felt i must dedicate an article about them (me being one in name). In this article we try to take a look at the genres of Shabab and the interrelations between them.

How many types of youth do we have? Answer: 4, there are four major kinds of El-Shab El-Misry; 1- Shab el-3rbyat, 2- El-Shab el-7ormagy, 3- Shab el2hawi and 4- Shab el-Kora; in turn these four encase some more sub-categories of Shabab, that we will mention later on

For the first type, all guys (well most of 'em anyway) love cars, but then you get the few who are not just into cars, they take things to a new level with mod-ing the car, fine tuning it, changing some of the features, and adding loud ass stereos to a car, as if you can only be hip if you have an enough loud system (earth quacking) in your car, side-effects when getting in direct contact with that music, include chest pains, temp deafness, and loss of precious IQ points, and I'm not gonna even mention the sing along and car dancing that some do....what is up with that!!!! Shabab el-Autocross is the sub category of this group (what better way to enjoy cars than to drag and drift race and have a body count of innocent bystanders)

Type 2, dedicate their lives solely for the purpose, the conquest of the most number of women possible in a given time (usually the teen years), and in this era, even morons are getting a piece of the action, just half-tuck, slide down, spike it and smile and your pretty much set, in your pursuit of meaningless goals, let me be very clear on this, NO MAN can deny his love for the female species, yet how we approach makes all the difference. A subsidiary of this genre is Shab el-party (youth who hit all parties because they know it's a good hunting grounds for single or flock of chicks).

In many cases Shab 1 might be Shab 2 as well, as proven ions ago, chicks and cars go hand in hand, the better your car (yes i do mean money), the more hot the chick you can score. In other cases Shab 2 tags along with Shab 1, with mutual benefit outlying their relationship, Shab1 provides the drive, Shab 2 provides (at least tries) the entertainment.

The most norm and common of them all is the type 3 dude; i mean who doesn't love soccer (besides Eskimo tribes, Penguins and the Americans) But that which seems normal, is yet the worst addiction possible, you start prioritizing life in accordance to your team's league schedule, given the chance to play real soccer or watch a game, you choose to watch the game and make the decision in a split second, stay in to watch those non important games and has his room and car painted / decorated in the teams color, when you know the names of the entire staff of coaches, then it's time to find another hobby to go along this one! A funny sub category of Shabab shine here, Shabab el-PS (those, sit hours to end playing the winning eleven, choosing the same teams every time non the less, tremendously enjoying themselves, weird enough, it seems this condition is only applicable to Arabs, whose sole reason for the PS2 pr PS3 is soccer, and that is just ignorant and pathetic)

The last of those, is something we Egyptians pride ourselves upon, to be able to sit and spend that much time in one place, namely a coffee house or the more common 2hwa, conversing in the matters of their morning lives, this place is where the shesha boy is one of your best friends, and the waiter is like the cousin you never had; when you start to discuss life with them, you know it's time to change and find a new place, a very evident example of this lifestyle would have to be "On-The-Run", which we actually treat as 'On-The-Stay', Now it's normal to just go out and spend your day at a gas station! Shabab el-WiFi are the sub born out of this groups womb (FaceBooking and playing online games (to use the speed), characterize those new modern coffee house customers)

Type 4 being a dominant behavior, connects with all types, more so with type 3 (as these guys tend to sit down to watch the games in groups at some place), Genre 4 guys tend to have the most info and the least actual experiences, and that is only achieved through stories of others

A non-honorable mention here is, Shabab el-mo'7adarat, but these don't deserve a place on this rooster, although they are loads of fun!

I myself, have times i fall into each one of those groups (not the last one though), yet I'm a more of do it all kinda guy, i have the car, got my lady friends, like the good amount of soccer and enjoy a good gathering in a good place.....A normal Egyptian yet not so Egyptian dude!

For those who put us done!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 14:55:00 +0000

I write this piece dedicated, to a friend, who is fed-up with dealing with a-holes, who non-rightfully like to put people down, feeling happy when others feel like shit.

Well! No more, today we make a stand, on my tongue (since i am known to be a a tongue lashing person :), today we talk about those sick SOBs, they just piss the hell out of me; i am not a mean dude (but can be), and am self confident (maybe vain), so i never allow nobody to step over boundaries, or try to bring me down, even hurt me in that sense. But that's just me. not everyone is at luxury to de-attach or be self involved to not care about what others might think or do around them.

So why does the sick enjoyment of morons cost us, decent people so much pain; partly because, we do care about those around us, and we effect and get effected by others, so why is there those non-considerate fucks, and to what gain do their actions lead; we can either ask some of those pricks, but i doubt they will come clean, or i turn one myself and try to then revert to be non-a-hole and tell ya the experience, which i think will be a bit hard!

Maybe, they are player haters, lack some qualities and just feel envy of those that have them, and try to bash and ruin whatever good comes their way, it is easy to be a dick! only requires ya to stop using your head before talking, and i know we all sometimes do that, but making a habit out of it, shows i don't know, that you' re twisted, pathetic and totally not kool!

So, will it ever stop? Big chance no, doesn't matter if you change places you work, live or hang in, your just gonna meet the pricks of that new place, every where has those, and it seems nowadays they are tad bit to many out there than before, maybe high season time. As to why we get hurt, well 1. because our moms brought us up to be upstanding functional normal decent humans, 2. It's just not natural to be mean and twisted, 3. Being one of the overly sensitive souls and emotional beings

My advise, toughen up, shit is gonna keep coming your way, life is gonna continue throwing you curve balls, and you have to keep at it, till you hit a homer. Learn the lesson, deal with pain and never show weakness, you can't really shut pain out (unless your a ninja or master samurai), but you can learn to blow it off, to lean and not take the impact full on. and with time and practice, you will not care anymore, problem is, this can lead to indifference in every aspect of life, stop selling yourself short, the reason they are mean, is either they are just that or because you are far better than they can ever be, misery loves company, and only true friends will be happy when something good comes your way.

When all is said and done, at the end of the day, you stand on that much higher ground, that it shouldn't matter those trying to knock you off, picture it like this; self confidence is the ground you stand on, and friends are the shield that blocks the rocks getting thrown at ya

Really what anyone wants is a true smile, a pure feeling, from a real friend to know all is OK!

Life Lines!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 13:25:00 +0000

Born into this world, we come bare!
into this world, in nothing we care!

a clean slate, we are ready to learn
different lessons, and to examples we turn

shaped to mimic other's people thought
we eventually never do what we were taught

And pure and true we try to be
honest to oneself and for others to see

That one day we might all stand tall
and to our origins we will heed the call

In the end we all want to be proud
raise our heads and shout out loud

Through obstacles and pain we bled
And from the shackles of time we fled

Through life, memories were etched
the plans for next generations, sketched

Sound the horns, raise the flags
as we ready to leave, we leave our bags

Steps nearing our final rest
we tried, we really did out best

Out in the wind, water and land we walked
And one last time we gazed affront and talked

We were here, we lived good
on the stairs of glory we stood

Islam on FaceBook!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 06:04:00 +0000

Wars have been waged on Islam for as long as it has emerged, which means only two things, either this is a totally bogus religion, and thus the others take it upon themselves to rid the world of such barbaric, retarded rituals (they say), but if so is the case, there is a lot of stuff out there that really deserves to be opposed (Scientology anyone); Or that this religion is indeed correct and is the last of the celestial religions with the last of the prophet, a religion that ends all that before and begins all after, and thus you have to fight it to preserve the ways of the old, totally understand that it is never easy to let go of smthg you believed in all that time, but come-on it’s been like more than 14 centuries since Islam came out, and yet some of the people out there are convinced it is wrong, tell you what, you don't want to believe this, up to you , our religion says to worship what god in what faith is up to you, but don't go on bashing mine, just because I might be wrong or right!

Which brings me to FB, probably by now you are asking, where does Facebook fit into all of this, Sadly in its groups, and among users who have chosen to wage this war on new fronts, we always had articles, books and digital media, but to be that serious over a social network, means it has become dangerous.

Fuck Islam, is among one of the most debated hated / liked groups on FB, again misconception lead a moron to believe he has every right to bash on it, can't really deny this all be a publicity stint, the things people will do for attention and fame, will disgust, gross and make you outright sick of what they are willing to do in order to achieve that; not the point. Point is he started hating and people started reacting accordingly to this, a few that agreed, another few who had decency and logic, asked the creator of the group to stop his bullshit (Muslims and Christians), and regrettably a majority (Islam loving yet not qualified to reply individuals) that replied with some weird stuff, let me tell ya this...."Dude when you are in a hate group of Islam, saying i'll motherfucking blow you, really doesn't help, or going I’ll kill you, and your mother and probably the rest of your family and maybe the neighborhood that let an infidel like you live", seriously!! You are being accused of being a barbaric religion and all you came up with is 'Blow' and 'Kill' in your reply, how stupid is that, don't you just think it just a little bit reinforces the whole idea that they already have, one of the funniest i read was, "I’ll hunt ya down in hell and will fuck you up", did he just screw himself to damnation just so he can hunt this low life down!!??

Shamefully, most of these type of comments come from Arabs, being so jealous about your religion is good and all, but more important being able and qualified to reply is what really counts, that's why we are instructed not to debate into religion unless you know what you are talking about (and that is not just reading about it somewhere), i mean Muslims (mostly born Muslims) go through life not fully understanding there religion, yet are capable of dishing out advices to others and take it upon them to defend Islam

Had it been just that group it would have been fine, but no; it doesn't end there, you start having hate the Fuck Islam groups, petitions to stop (delete) the Fuck Islam group, and as repercussion , a million user joins the group and things just gets heated and shoot way out of proportions, and more hate Islam groups appear; a viscous cycle that is never going to end unless it gets broken somehow, be it that FB actually shuts down the group, or people wise up and monitor carefully what they are saying and know they are hurting Islam more than he ever will.

We already have enough useless groups as it is, that cater to nothing at all and those of pornographic nature (yes Arabic sex groups, guaranteed to make you laugh when you read some of the comments on it, and gays tights as well), not to mention political ones, without the need to bring religion into it; I mean for crying out loud, it’s only a Social Network.

Facebook! A new social way of life!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 18:37:00 +0000

I log on FB regularly and multiple times a day, and i can't really call my self that active, nor do i have a 1k+ friend list, and still i feel i am spending way to much time on it.

Redefining what the word Social Network means, FaceBook has become the new Hi5 or dare i say the new MySpace!, now its rare to not find someone with a FB account ( i know 2 tech impaired ppl that have no online existence, i mean not even msn!!)

FB started out as a means of getting in touch with older colleagues or lost families through the usage of the info provided by the users and searching its DB for matches, and informing these users that matches were found, which in turn lead to establishing a network that you assign to, then came the groups, for those sharing the same interest; and true to this cause, users did meet long lost friends or unknown family members (true story); amazing you say!?.....u betcha!

FB brought new aspects to the game, with the status field (check my last post on that topic), groups, wall conversations, and most important of all the support of third party applications!
Fb kept some old stuff as well, like the picture and video posting (check my other last post for that as well).

Applications, made life sweet for FB users, ranging from -why did you create such crap- applications like the silly games (night creatures battles and puzzles), and OMG! WTF! applications that are just horrid to mention here (u've been kissed stabbed, the comparisons and all sort of i don't know what stuff, and what's the deal with poke, that is just rude!) to waste time in; to -ah! this is a good one- meaningful applications, like prayer times, quotes / verses.

There were profiles i hated to visit, because of the load time and the sher number of applications installed (some have a 100+ applications), and you have to search for the wall in all that meaningless shit, to discover it is still loading!!!!

But with the new look, things have changed drastically, and that's the thing, the edge FB has; it's ever changing and improving, they added the chat application with a notification window to tell ya who's online of ur friends and what is the latest with ur profile, they just don't want ya to leave that page; now, that is exactly what is happing, the first thing people do when they wake up is open FB; get out of bathroom, open FB; Before you start work, open FB; during work, have FB open and keep it that way; after work, take a last look at the profile b4 you leave; get home, open FB; if not home, use the wireless or your cell phone. When does it all stop!

I myself prefer MySpace, because it has substance, a true network, where you can publish your work, be it music , writings , acting, singing or whatever. All major artists have MySpace profiles, they have presidential debates broadcasted there, opposed to FB, MySpace is all central and connected, you feel there is one guy behind it all (his name is Tom and he's everyone's friend)

As the number of users of FB increases, you got to ask yourself, has Fb become a way of life? Is it just another social network or is it a diabolic scheme to control the world through making everyone connected to FB , staying connected and mind controlling them.......just a thought!

Do you read the newspapers?

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 10:17:00 +0000

And so another day starts! and as the days before them went, and probably the days to come will go, I woke up, showered, got dressed and grabbed a bite on my way out to work; and on my way to my car, I passed "Koshk Garayed" for the millionth time, passing the same "3rbeyt foul" and stood to ponder for a few secs if I should grab a sandwich or not, as I usually do almost every day, but today I stopped by the Koshk to buy some gum.

"Sba7 el Khier ya 7ag" I said to the man behind the stand, told him what I needed and gave him the money and waited for the change, while doing so I started to look at the newspapers and magazine laying there; and like many times before I was about on my way, when a title on one of the papers caught my interest; I bought the paper, folded it and tucked in my laptop case, and was on my way.

Soon enough I was at work (ya like that could happen!), signed in and got to doing my thing and completely forgot about the paper in my bag; midway through the day, as I was having my break, I remembered the paper and so got it out, flapped it open and started reading.

"Eeh ya man, bet3ml eeh, eeh dah? GORNAL! howa 7ad lesa bey2rahom", with a snaring smile a colleague said to me. I looked at him, looked at the paper, looked at the people passing my cubicle and their amused stares and then toke another look at the paper. A flashback came to me, of my father sitting in his chair, reading his paper on a Friday morning.
"La mafesh haga, kan fee mawdou3 3agbni mesh aktr", I replied! Then I started thinking, was it really that weird, I understand that in this digital time, everyone is just a click away from seeing the news or reading it online, so it really doesn’t make sense to go back to the old ways of our ancestors, which got me thinking, what happened to old good times when getting your info on a specific topic had to wait till the print was out!. Now you have 24/7 sec by sec coverage update of any major or minute detail.

After all the looks, I came to a logical deduction; reading the newspaper is conceived to be something not kool; better yet, what happened to knowing the news at all, as things become more repetitive, the human race is losing interest quickly in the news the world has to offer; on the intentional scale, hearing about another raid by the Israelis on unarmed Palestinian civilians, or a new McCain lie has surfaced during his presidential campaign, or that Lebanon has no government yet (they have one now!); all these news have people feeling indifferent now, even on the local state of matters, water is contaminated, bread is not edible, milk is non consumable, or the meat anonymous cases (where you don’t know what type of animal your are eating!),

People started to turn away from news and started following reality shows (the worst type of TV), where Dr. Phil is a big hit (a dude from Texas), shows like the super nanny and American idol garner worldwide audiences, shows that feed on human misery and weakness, for the amusement of the viewers, are making outstanding viewer ratings. Seem all that interest people now are either sports, or tabloids.

For me, I start out by reading all headlines on the front page, and I mean all, then from there I drill down to those that interest me, then I hit the sports pages and that's it! Maybe read a comic strip in another news site or an article in another, it's always bits and pieces from many sources!

Yet when I had the paper in my hands, I went thoroughly through the first page, glanced at the next 5 or 6 pages, read the sports section, checked the commercials, knew what film plays at what theater, read some of the misc. news, marked a couple of cars for sale and read "7azk el youm" just for fun! All in a 30+ paper that cost me 1.25 LE, yet were tons of fun.

This I think is generic to reading at large, as you now get to have audio books, visual books, and online books, and while I am totally up for it, because it's convenient in saving time, space and is theoretically cheaper, I feel it is necessary every now and then, to pick up the occasional material paper, magazine or book, sit comfortably in a chair and start reading.

So let me ask this, have you read a newspaper lately?

Facebook and the picture posting syndrom!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 04:47:00 +0000

In a post before, I covered how statuses became this absurd thing we do on FB, well today I talk about smthg more absurd, posting pictures.

Picture posting, is always smthg fun to do, u get to share memories with friends, show pictures of an event to those who weren't there, or simply use FB as a backup storage media in case ur HD crashes!

Again, the whole action of posting pics, underwent an evolution as FB progressed and as ppl became more familiar to the whole thing; and that's when things became really silly

Now you have those who post pics to show off, to prove smthg I don't know what, or pics being posted to embarrass someone else, or just posting; now this last one is kinda like a disease, you just post cuz u have to post, must have a higher number of photos in albums than others, and in order to achieve these, we start seeing pics of street cats and the same blue sky, flower photos and embarrassing moments.

Of course if the blue sky/ red rose/ street cat pics are an artistic expression, I guess that makes it fine, which brings up the photo fans practitioners out there. I mean there is a boom in the number of ppl doing photography, it’s simply amazing, thing is, like any other art, some tend to pick up the wave to go along with the crowd, then you see the street cat, street light post, regular blue sky and the old fashion red rose, and whoop u got an artist.

I know many friends that are really good with a camera, and u can always tell, if they are original or not, is there real passion or not.

Another kind of posting pics, are of the narcissistic nature, in more simple words, self portraits, and this one I am accused of myself, these pics are absolutely bad, silly not to mention narcissi, I mean post decent pics and not just any pic of you, why would u embarrass urself (I know, I did it but I am a recovering narcissist poster)

The cutest type of posts, is that of couples, where they post matching, sometimes identical pics, as if having engaged to, or in relationship with statuses.. is not enough indication, "here it is in pictures so you can believe me"; I think it's fine and all, but I have a feeling now its smthg obligatory to be done, what is the whole idea behind posting ur marriage pics or couple moments as your profile pic, unless ur really happy in that pic, I won't believe it this is how you want ppl to see ya, and the thing to notice is, after some time things go back to normal, with silly profile pics coming back, sure I love my wife / fiancée / GF, but I prefer the pic me skiing anytime of the year, maybe that is just me!

If up till now u think, this is not bad, or you think its already bad, picture commenting is here to make things bad or worse, you post a pic, I have to comment, you tag me in a pic, I will comment, the sense of duty that befalls the person upon seeing a picture to comment, and then a silly string of re-comments and replies follow, some of the classic replies like...ah good times, the old days, when we were young, you, me and them....etc.

So in the end I just want to say, posting pics are kool to an extent that is, and not for every little detail, unless this pic contains more than one element and is artistic, ppl are not that interested to see it, although some feed off commenting on pics, it cuts a hefty chunk of the day if you go to every friend's pic posted and start writing smthg.

Time to go post some pics and comment on some more ;)

Facebook and how ridiculous "The Status" field has become!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 20:03:00 +0000

"Jerkulez is writing this piece of shit post now"....15m ago; this is a sample of the many statuses that we all are familiar with thru Facebook, this particular status resides beside a silly photo on ur profile, a status that thru it u share with the world what ur doing or feeling.

If we take a closer look on the evolution of "The Status", we come to find that ppl on FB used to have one word statuses; "Name is hungry or sleepy"...xm or xh ago, over time ppl became more used to "the Status" field and started writing sentences, back then the "is" was still obligatory and so had users confined in terms of grammar and speech of what they are gonna share with the world, after pleads, countless groups and petitions, finally the Admins in FB gave up and removed "is", which then with a global sigh of relief, ppl revolutionized what "The Status" field has to say. Some ppl still write the is (force of habit!)

Lets examine the contents of the statuses we have; and how different they are than before, for the following experience, all u need is to check someone who started out on FB and their status field, then after some time (months) check out the same statuses and how they are now.
The secret; users just became more used to writing what they feel, and before u know it, ppl are pouring their hearts content over the net (over the status field specifically), following are some examples of how absurd this has become; u will even find full relationships progress disclosed.
"Jack found happiness when he met Jane"...20h ago, "Jack went out with Jody"...12h ago, "Jack slept with Jane and Jody"...2h ago, then Jane starts replying back because Jack is so stupid, "Jane will take her revenge on the pig Jack"...1h ago, Jane pokes Jody, "Jane knows that Jody is a slut"...55m ago, now things start heating up, when Jody comes into play "Jody fucked Jack's brain out"...50m ago, she is just teasing Jane, and then friends of these parties start getting involved, "Stevie thinks Jack is the Shit for screwing with both Jane and Jody"...40m ago, "Marla stands besides her friend Jane against the ho Jody"...30m ago, "Nika, Jody's best friend will scratch Jane's and Marla's face off for calling her girl HO"....28m ago

And the whole friend list of these ppl are viewing these statuses with pleasure and fun, its like a watching a story unfold, a movie of some sort

Then comes the more subtle statuses, u know these that ppl think only a select few will understand like....."MK is saying revenge is best served cold"...1h ago, "Sally agrees that betrayal is hard when from those closest to you"...3h ago, now its just a matter of simple logical deduction and you can pretty much figure out what the scenario is; he played her for a fool until he got his way with her and she is hurt because she trusted him, and so the story goes

Another statuses are those of self preservation and ego inflation, where u either deny smthg that ppl might think or know about u, or boost about smthg ppl don't know....."Jerkulez is a bloody good writer and u know it"....1m ago, or "Jerkulez is the MAN"...a moment ago
"Jerkulez is not afraid of gay ppl"... 11h ago

Last type of statuses and these are my fav, are the random one, where u just say any thing, unrelated, incoherent, unmeaningful except probably for ur self; now these i enjoy because they are funny and show ppl's inner deeper psyche...."Jerkulez is on the flip-side of matters", "Jerry hates shit", "Maya transcends time and space as she navigates thru the fabrics of the mind"
and the one word statuses that say nothing....."Jerkulez has ppffffttt"

A life with no title!

jerkulez@hotmail.com (Jerkulez) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 19:58:00 +0000

Our lives like story books, gets filled up with pages as days pass by, and what makes it all count is the journey it took to fill up these pages, the filling up of these pages is an accomplishment in its own right, but what tops that, what makes life so much more, what makes ppl interested in reading this book, is the title it has.

Sadly, most of us fill up these pages, good or bad, fulfilling or rubbish, just for the sake of having a so called life, but are at a loss to what call this story of life, titles depend on the person conceiving the title, it might be the funny one based on what that X of ppl think, or the kind, mature, listener, understanding, caring, sensitive, mean, evil, ugly, pretty, even tall, fat or deformed. The titles are many and diversified and i think, are not book titles but are rather chapter headings in this person's story book of life

Titles are that of grandeur and altering nature, some titles are of that scale on a number of ppl, where you altered or effected the lives of these select ppl, like the one who did charity in the neighborhood, or someone that helps ppl of the block to anything.
And others are of this scale on all of humanity; A genius is always compared to Einstein, although there are ppl who surpass him in terms of raw IQ power; An Athlete is always compared to Mohammad Ali, Michael Jordan and now Tiger woods in term of perfection both physically and mentally in and outside of court; an entrepreneur or business man is compared to Bill Gates in terms of success; a public speaker is compared to Martin Luther King Jr; a humanitarian is compared to Mother Theresa, and I'm not gonna even mention religious figures, these were normal ppl who transcended the shackles of being mere humans and became icons... kinda like Bruce Wayne when he became Batman.

So its up to us how we finish this book of life, and what title we choose to put on it, if it is fake, with time it will fall, as you come to know the title of your book is not something u put there urself, but it is something that you earn.