I'm bored..
and when I'm bored I tend to do some strange things...and since there is no one online to annoy, I'm gonna- and Imagine this - write a topic..
its about "nothing".., so why I'm writing it..?
well, because I've nothing else to do..I thought I made that clear..
anyway, lets get done with it..
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Can you read this..?
this has been forwarded to me like 155458645854 times in face book..a bit old, but people never seem to loose interest in it..
if yuo can raed tihs, you hvae a sgtrane mnid, too Can you raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs forwrad it
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Beauty..??
Beauty is a relative thing..
it depends on the person himself, who he is and where he comes from..meaning three people can see the exact same thing and have a very different impressions..one would think its the most breathtaking thing he has ever seen, the other would go like " I can't see anything special or eye catching about it", and the last one would see it just plain hideous..thats why there is like a million different definitions for beauty, but my favorite one is what an Italian painter called Carlotti said..he said :
"Beauty is the summation of the parts working together in such a way that nothing needed to be added, taken away or altered"
nice, ha...?!
anyway, be it as it may...Beauty can be overwhelming sometimes..
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Body bags..?
yeh, I'm not kidding..I'm going to talk about DEAD BODIES..
its not a secret that the year 2oo7 was one crappy year when it comes to my life..leaving the personal issues and academic failures aside, the most remarkable thing about the crazy weird departed year is that I saw too many DEAD BODIES !!
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I go to Makkah every 7aj season..it has been that way for the past 8 years
statistically, this 7aj was almost perfect
no problems you can speak of, every thing went so smoothly and every body was happy..generally speaking of course!!
personally..it was just weird
they put me in charge of the team taking care of the non-arabic speakers camps..
they put a bunch of Ignorant newbies in my command..and the hilarious part is, they did it as a favor..!!
I mean how can someone who knows absolutely nothing about English- let alone any other language - help me taking care of non-arabic speakers..??
anyway, there was this kid who thought it would be a good idea if he just acts like he is my fregging shadow, and so he did..
for one day anyway..
in that day we saw like 15 dead people..the kid just went LOCO, I mean CRAZY...he knew this wasn't my first year so he figured.."well, this dude must be used this kind of stuff, heck.he might even help them carrying those bodies"
what he never knew is, even though somewhat cool, telling him to calm down and all..I never saw -in all those seven years - saw a dead body before..
sometimes I wonder if it might helped if he knew that..?
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still with the Dead people..
in the new year's eve, I was in one of Jedda's famous public markets..buying some books and stuff, about 8 o'clock there was this family walking behind us, the father and the mother with a whole bunch of boys and girls in different ages..the father looked kind of tired, so he said lets take a rest, I kinda need to sit down for a moment..so he sat down in this chair in front of us, his kids were all over the place checking on this, checking on that..except for one his big daughters, who stayed with him..we left them there and went to do what we came here to do, which was buying some books..half hour later we were heading back to the car, and there he was, still sitting in the same place and the same position..the man wasn't too old so nobody suspected anything, besides its a market and every one is busy..the mother started to worry, so she called him...no response, his daughter thought he might be sleeping so she tries to wake him, no response...she shakes him harder, and guess what..? he falls down..! the girl freaked out..the mother took one look at him and realized the man is long gone..the problem is how she gonna act now..?his kids started gathering around him..the whole thing was heart breaking
those old enough to understand what the Death means are crying...and the younger ones are innocently asking...mama, whats death...?
we couldn't take it, one guy called the ambulance and we just left..
I always say..thats one heck of way to kiss a crappy year goodbye..
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V for Vendetta
"The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous."
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V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey : Are you like a crazy person?
V : I am quite sure they will say so
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this I really like, very touching..:
" what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you."
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"Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget."
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this part too..
Delia Surridge: Are you going to kill me now?
V : I killed you 10 minutes ago...While you slept.
Delia Surridge : Is there any pain?
V : No.
Delia : Thank you. Is it meaningless to apologize?
V : Never.
Delia : I'm so sorry.
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this part is just wow..
Creedy : Die! Die! Why won't you die?... Why won't you die?
V : Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.
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Me and Galileo..??
also in new year's eve..
there was a bunch of sitting there up to nothing, bored to death...and somehow someone brings up the whole "Earth is FLAT" thing..
and as usual every body raised his voice trying to prove that he is right..and ad I was sitting there I'd this insane conversation in my head..I swear I'm not just coming up with this now..I actually thought of this..
it goes like this..
"yo.."
"not now man"
"I died for nothing.."
"...??!!" *looks at him*
"I'm telling ya, I DIED for nothing.."
"SWEET ZOMPIFIED GALILEO..!!!"
"this ain't right.."
"WHUU.."
"I said THIS AIN'T RIGHT..!!"
"ehm..ok dude, I hear ya, can you drop dead again now..?"
"I'm just saying man..I mean you die for something and people just ignore it, that ain't right..!!"
"ok, ok, point taken..can you now...?"
"..."
"thats more like it"
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at this point I was laughing, the next thing I know is the guys looking at me with the what-the-hell look..
I just kept laughing
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something I just made
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thats about it..
hope you like it
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one more thing..
Alchemist..is one crappy book
I red it for the 3rd and still can't see whats so great about it..
for me..its just silly..