tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12683597222681425522024-03-13T03:31:22.001-05:00On what is on my plate today!A random broadcasting for my adventures and misadventures.Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-13442959926255462482008-05-15T10:38:00.002-05:002008-05-15T10:41:41.652-05:0060 years<p class="MsoNormal">Few days ago I celebrated mother’s day, away from my mother.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Today I am commemorating Al-nakbah (Palestinian Catastrophe), which to me is much like mother’s day.<span style=""> </span>Palestinians and supporters of the Palestinian cause remember and honor the Palestinians for their struggle against discrimination and ethnic cleansing. We honor the Palestinians not only for surviving their catastrophes but also for their resistance. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Just like mothers, no matter what I do, say, or yell from the top of my lounges, it is not going enough. All what I do is never going be enough to repay the honor of belonging to Palestine. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Just like mothers, the Palestinian people resist, struggle, cry, hope, build and rebuild, and pray for better well-being every year and every day. They try and exhaust all options in the effort of returning the life that they had prior to 1948. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Considering the turnaround of events over the past 60 years nothing seems impossible. It was just 60 years ago when the Jews/Israeli settlers were deported from their home lands to the ‘promised land’. Those people were expelled from Europe and instead of fighting back for their right of return to their homes; they invaded the Arab’s land. <span style=""> </span>Considering how the illegal settlement has turned into a structured country within sixty years, I don’t see why not the legitimate owners of the land (Palestinians) cannot go back. It is all a matter of time, and a matter of political events turning around. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Today I am not writing to be sorry and to shed a tear. I am just writing to remember all the under privileged children in Palestine. All the sick without health care. All the children stripped out of their right to play and feel safe. Every young Palestine eager to learn and go to school, or what is remaining of it. And to all the under privileged people in Gaza…</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><script type="text/javascript" src="http://files.za3tar.net/pal-day/display-en.js"></script>Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com284tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-4131427728632253562008-02-24T18:02:00.003-05:002008-02-24T18:11:49.028-05:00Parking in Amman...I came across this short film for <a href="http://amatalqa.blogspot.com/">Amin Matalqa</a>. This video is overly dramatized of course to make a point. But every woman who drives in Amman would know how likely it is to happen.<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_Yk10X75vI&rel=1&border=0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_Yk10X75vI&rel=1&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I got my license at 16 and have been driving since grade 11. However the fact that I drive a Saudi car in Amman did not help much.<br /><br />My advise is to close your windows before you start parking. Pretend that you are about to hit one of those guys by mistake. Hopefully it will scare them.<br />And yea, practice your parallel parking skills inside your garage, and ignore the comment " Walah bte3raf tsof".... :)Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-69240717654753008042008-02-17T02:59:00.006-05:002008-02-17T03:30:01.566-05:00It is not Jerusalem, Israel, never been, and never will be!<blockquote>OTTAWA (AFP) — A Canadian immigrant has <a href="http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5jwZYcqDA_VOSlH30upYrgkOADXeQ"><span style="font-weight: bold;">lost</span></a> his court battle to have his birthplace, Jerusalem, recognized as part of Israel on his passport as Ottawa insists it must remain neutral on the contested holy city.<p></p><p>The Supreme Court refused Thursday to hear the appeal of Eliyahu Veffer, who immigrated to Canada about 12 years ago and wanted his Canadian passport to show he was born in "Jerusalem, Israel.Veffer's passport states only his birth city with no reference to any country because Canada does not want to be seen as taking sides in the conflict between Israelis and Palestinians over claims to the holy city, officials said.</p></blockquote><br /><br />It is very refreshing to hear such news from the supreme court. I do understand the frustrating of not being able to identify your country of birth on your passport. I do greatly understand being stripped from your rights to enjoy your country, and your home town. But to Veffer I say; I do not think that you should argue that if you want to be a Canadian citizen. I also would like to tell him that he can practice his racism outside of this country too.Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-79775657548661838512008-02-13T10:26:00.002-05:002008-02-13T10:44:47.656-05:00Shusshhhhh<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-CA">I seriously hate being the first one to arrive to work. First, I have to go get the keys from the 3<sup>rd</sup> floor to open the door to the office I work in, which is in the basement of this building. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-CA">The HEAVY door, which I have held open with a rubber door holder keeps on closing, mysteriously. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-CA">I would have to do the photocopying, which involves a whole lot of stairs climbing. Plus, I have to work the super advanced photocopier that jams for no reason making me feel so incapable and stupid. Seriously, Technology can be your biggest enemies at times. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-CA">Plus, the awkward silence. It is so quieeeetee. It is around 10 am. As I write this post. And out of 6 people who are supposed to be in the office today. I am the only one here. Wow, what a crowd!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-CA">On the other hand, I am so proud of myself facing all that snow bravely, without a single attempt to KILL myself. I won’t be providing pictures of my driveway, and front stairs. I think everyone can imagine snow up to their knees, and snowy tire marks of my car when I was stuck last night. Thanks to stormy February! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-CA">I think I will go on my first coffee break for the day. I can not wait for Feb29th. Freebies just took a whole other dimension. <o:p></o:p></span></p>Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com170tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-47694345750424995942008-01-30T16:39:00.000-05:002008-01-30T16:46:30.450-05:00Quote<blockquote>I guess I could be really pissed off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday.</blockquote><br /><br /><br />Can you guess which movie is this quote from?<br />When I watch this part of the movie, while the narrator reads this off, Literally my soul flies out of my body and comes back. don't ask why<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >American Beauty</span>Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-32073904921565185712008-01-27T14:33:00.000-05:002008-01-27T14:35:36.536-05:00Joke of the day<a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/2C008BCD-3968-4573-8CD8-DBBE488FEBE0.htm"><span style="font-style:italic;">"The United States congress has already suspended $100 million of aid to Egypt due to the border breach."</span></a>Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-49873080811513162352008-01-25T01:50:00.000-05:002008-01-25T22:18:10.899-05:00I know exactly what I need...Here is a useful gift idea. My birthday is not until July, but there is graduation gifts and hopefully new real job gifts :P<br /><br />I need this flying alarm clock. I think it would be much harder to find the key if the room is darker. Nehaha<br /><br /><object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWCdOK0b8FU&rel=1&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWCdOK0b8FU&rel=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object><br /><br />Via: Hal's blog<br /><br />Since we are on this subject. Sony Ericson cell phones have the most alarming alarm clocks. You can even set up to five alarms at once. another reason to not buy a Nokia.Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-25892154365878820392008-01-25T00:15:00.000-05:002008-01-25T00:26:45.349-05:00Bed night story- moment of truthAs I was curled up in my pink blanket on my bed, checking tomorrow’s weather, editing my presentation for tomorrow, replying to an email, and updating my to-do list for FRIDAY, my home phone rang. <br /><br />I put my laptop aside, in a very calm matter, to pick up the phone.<br /><br />I walked toward the sound of the annoying ring tune, which I MUST change ASAP, still in a very calm manner. The sound was coming from somewhere between my bed and my desk. <br /><br />Four rings later, I started to lose my patience, and started flipping everything up-side- down, in search for my wireless phone handset. It was not under the 3 decorative pillows, not under my cover, not under my pile of papers on the desk. I know it is my father who is calling for his daily check up, and to make sure we are alive and sound. It is okay if I miss it, I can always call back.<br /><br />Back to my telephone, I gave up, and decided to check in one last place, under my bed. There it was, all the way next to the wall. Determinant to get hold of the telephone, I squished myself under the bed to get hold of the phone. As I finally got my hand on it, the ringing stopped, and within the split of a second, my cell phone was ringing (classic). AHHH, damn it baba is fast at doing this.<br /><br />At this point, I tried to quickly pull myself out, get up, and reach for the phone on the night lamp, within 3 seconds. My plan did not consider the wiring festival going on on my bed. I had my phone charger connected, head phones, and laptop charger. The last one was hanging too low, that it caught up with my big hair bun. My hair has not been my friend lately. Too frustrated to deal with its shortness around my face, I pull it all up in a bun on top of my head. A bun big enough to get caught in the wiring job, as I was swinging my head away toward my cell phone, specifically my hair was caught in my laptop’s wire. If this description was graphic enough for you, you would guess by now what happens next. My LAPTOP was thrown on the ground. I was speechless. My cell phone stopped ringing (another classic moment).<br /> <br />What good is my phone with its cool camera if my laptop, God forbids, is broken now. I broke the silence, and grabbed my laptop, crossed my legs, and with wide open eyed I opened it as it was slammed (closed) when it fell off the bed. <br /><br />I pressed the power button, and boy. Was I glad to hear the Windows tune again! Not only that, but my files were still all running, no lost data. I never loved my old dusty laptop as much I do now.<br /><br />This experience (almost losing my laptop) reminded me of how dependent I am on this machine, and how it deserves to be named after all these times of service. No. I don’t think I will go this far. I will stick to the promise of unconditional love, and a promise to take more care of it. Oh, and to be a more loyal PC user and stop thinking about considering switching to a slim Mac notebook.<br /><br />Do you have a name for your laptop? I know some people do!Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com250tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-62118344394332225492008-01-21T08:43:00.000-05:002008-01-21T08:48:43.923-05:00a BLACKOUTGaza is enduring its FOURTH cold day, and fourth cold night.<br />Light a candle. Talk about this. Share your insight and suggest from past experiences what could be done. Visit <a href="http://acandleforgaza.blogspot.com/">A Candle for Gaza</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimATkCWQumpewyjCiymXGo5ghJOcdJzEqOkOIb34Ox04Vpmgk6-Cd_MDjo3LJnphjAzw5Kx2jPzsLztPAufnkms7r5D6po6jjH52LDa6MtrUv7JmqPIoWDhh_X3nGU3wyABgSjLx1nzpOg/s1600-h/gaza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimATkCWQumpewyjCiymXGo5ghJOcdJzEqOkOIb34Ox04Vpmgk6-Cd_MDjo3LJnphjAzw5Kx2jPzsLztPAufnkms7r5D6po6jjH52LDa6MtrUv7JmqPIoWDhh_X3nGU3wyABgSjLx1nzpOg/s400/gaza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157925464074072914" /></a>Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-75610589076951186942008-01-21T08:25:00.000-05:002008-01-21T08:42:55.530-05:00GazaThe European Union slammed what it termed as <span style="font-weight:bold;">"collective punishment"</span> of impoverished Gaza's 1.5 million residents, while the United Nations called on Israel to open the territory's crossings to ease a "desperate" situation in a zone where most people depend on foreign aid.<br /><br />But Israel dismissed warnings of a humanitarian meltdown, saying Hamas was exaggerating the situation in the territory that had reserves.<br /><br />"Hamas is deliberately <span style="font-weight:bold;">intensifying</span> the crisis in the Gaza Strip in order <span style="font-weight:bold;">to create pressure</span> from the international community <span style="font-weight:bold;">on Israel</span>," Prime Minister Ehud Olmert told visiting Dutch Foreign Minister Maxime Verhagen.<br /><br />NO PRESSURE... as long as the children are fed, and the sick ones are allowed to breath.Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-22619934945661546082008-01-21T08:13:00.000-05:002008-01-21T08:22:51.385-05:00A WHITEOUT causes 100-vehicle pile-up near TorontoTORONTO (Reuters) - More than <span style="font-weight:bold;">100 vehicles</span> <a href="http://ca.reuters.com/article/topNews/idCAN2055428820080120">crashed</a> into each other on Sunday on a highway near Toronto due to bad weather conditions, though no life-threatening injuries were reported, police said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />"We have people with broken arms, broken legs. There are serious injuries to a lot of people"</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tRla8wj0aEoDIqWrOCjzVzk0G5FRvALmAiam2AIi8LXGUTsltSCxDluvncZfdjW75V3xsnR-QDjrFAVjFPe6xDK5BNi2XTCg0yhkQULoelKELWQ9sA_cf9Xdflt7uj2gw07pqZ0AVyDA/s1600-h/snow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tRla8wj0aEoDIqWrOCjzVzk0G5FRvALmAiam2AIi8LXGUTsltSCxDluvncZfdjW75V3xsnR-QDjrFAVjFPe6xDK5BNi2XTCg0yhkQULoelKELWQ9sA_cf9Xdflt7uj2gw07pqZ0AVyDA/s400/snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157919549904106306" /></a><br /><br />Miraculously no one died.I can only imagine how esctatic insurance companies are. <br /><br />I URGE those with poor driving skills to get off the highways, at least during snow and construction seasons. For the sake of all of us.Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-29211248708448239992008-01-20T12:42:00.000-05:002008-01-21T08:12:33.523-05:00Bloggerabia...I remember years ago, when Disney channel launched their Arabic Disney cartoon channel. They had a rather interesting ad that featured a dark skinned teen, wearing a baseball cap flipped to the back of his head, and FULL of 12-years-old-boy attitude. I remember him saying in a Saudi accent;<br />"أنا بتكلم عربي. أنا بدرس بالعربي. وبحلم عربي. ودحين، أنا بشوف كرتون بالعربي!"<br />Just like that, hundreds of Egyptian actors and actresses were blessed with new jobs dubbing Disney's cartoon movies and some other Disney shows.<br /><br />Today, as most of you Blogger users, I read the announcement of launching Blogger in Arabic, Hebrew, and Persian.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Besides localizing the Blogger interface into these three languages, we have right-to-left templates and have added new tool bar buttons for bi-directional text editing in the post editor."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmspGiNsSIrwgP2qTeyrPb45NdA3G_rmA-tSVf1y-fav5opOf_te_gC5xmQOTBTIvindYifcLPk0qZ3wiNswxNb3wCoJoHFhn4Zz7Ep8ev814HOpJZhlfIkBf2MtcZVjwu6O64cM3jD98e/s1600-h/Blogarabia.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmspGiNsSIrwgP2qTeyrPb45NdA3G_rmA-tSVf1y-fav5opOf_te_gC5xmQOTBTIvindYifcLPk0qZ3wiNswxNb3wCoJoHFhn4Zz7Ep8ev814HOpJZhlfIkBf2MtcZVjwu6O64cM3jD98e/s400/Blogarabia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157624408341459762" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"The effort was worth it, however, and we’re tremendously happy to be a part of the growing Arabic-, Hebrew-, and Persian-language blogging communities."</span><br /><br />This is not an unexpected move at all, considering the growth of the blogging community in the Middle East area. This comes as a classic market respond case. <br /><br />What I intended to rant about today is this Arabic Blogger is going to introduce us to other enlighten minds, that happened to speak the Arabic language. With all do respect to the Arabic blogging community, your strong existence on the "blog-sphere" is not solely due to the fact that you are more educated, or more interesting than the rest of the world. This strong existence is solely due to the privilege of speaking the English language, which has made the blogging process easier for you than the rest of the off-line community. I admit that my experience in blogging is very limited, and is still very young. But I have been around to see that most of the English Jordanian blogs are read by other Jordanians, who happen to speak the language. Blogger will provide a more independent voice for this segment, as most of the Arabic operated blogs I read, at least during my blogging life, are part of influential entities such as Imad Hajjaj's blogs or al-Jazeera's blogs.<br />I am very ecstatic about reading about political issues and social trend from a very different point of view. Especially looking forward for reading more Jordanian blogs with a fresh perspective.Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-89186124197805952762008-01-14T09:30:00.000-05:002008-01-14T09:35:24.520-05:00Citizens of the world...UNITEThis came on TV last night at 10-esh pm. I have to say, PERFECT timing :)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4igNBlb-Q7c&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4igNBlb-Q7c&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />Enjoy your Monday :D <br /><br />I miss long weekendsDandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-55095724751857476662008-01-13T20:22:00.000-05:002008-01-13T20:33:31.697-05:00Elissa... the song of this winter probablyI am in a musical mood today...<br />I came across this song. I have not heard any new Arabic songs in a while. I have a feeling that it is a hit...<br />anyways...enjoy<br /><a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/32320741/a29a5666/Elissa-Awakher_El_Sheta.html?s=1">اواخر الشتا</a>Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-89864844807313545442008-01-13T16:45:00.000-05:002008-01-13T17:02:18.369-05:00You will like this...There is noting more beautiful than the human being's emotion expressed in a song. This is why we cry when hear some songs, and why we wish those songs were sung for us at the first place. I know almost every girl wants to be Delilah...no? I am sure you have your song then...<br />via <a href="http://hareega.blogspot.com/">Hareega</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Hey There Delilah</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVb9b7A1eM4lEh-ugCPbo2J-RZVr0bkeF24-KLLw29TkDR-TgijuOToVYWDPR8Z2dydMeSBPF5O-hpRF5OhvBH4drCf8AeorAZGCcg-6ojTJjd0Vzq0TVidtXNyaSU0kJm0ESiyN2Iydz/s1600-h/daleela.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVb9b7A1eM4lEh-ugCPbo2J-RZVr0bkeF24-KLLw29TkDR-TgijuOToVYWDPR8Z2dydMeSBPF5O-hpRF5OhvBH4drCf8AeorAZGCcg-6ojTJjd0Vzq0TVidtXNyaSU0kJm0ESiyN2Iydz/s320/daleela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155081839241835282" /></a><br /><br />Story: A guy meets a girl who happens to be a runner, and asks her out, she was already in a relationship so she turned him down. He made up a song to express how much he loved her. Watch the Olympic Games this summer, you might see Delilah DiCrescenzo running in the 800-meter competitions. A love song not inspired by a love story.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbJtYqBYCV8&rel=1&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbJtYqBYCV8&rel=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">How to Save a Life</span><br /><br />Story: This young man was working as a mentor for troubled teenagers. One of them had a behavioral problem that could not be solved by his family members and therapists. This inspired the young man from the Fray to come up with "How To Save a Life"<br /><br />My take: this might be a really popular song, but even if it was not, every time I hear it I could not help it but choke thinking about all the injusticed kids, all the hungry kids, and all those abused kids from every society sector and every color. The song tickles my mind, and remind me that I can not too just turn my face and pretend it does not exist.Not even for a moment.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Step one you say we need to talk<br /><br />He walks you say sit down it's just a talk<br /><br />He smiles politely back at you<br /><br />You stare politely right on through<br /><br />Some sort of window to your right<br /><br />As he goes left and you stay right<br /><br />Between the lines of fear and blame<br /><br />And you begin to wonder why you came......</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w&rel=1&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w&rel=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object>Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-7906992250032920002008-01-10T22:59:00.000-05:002008-01-10T23:05:51.725-05:00Last first day...at least for nowMonday was my last first day of a semester. This day sure has lost all excitement/anxiety/ or any associated meanings and traditions.Considering that I am doing this for the 18th year in a row...Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-31561566178337262252008-01-10T22:54:00.000-05:002008-01-10T22:59:04.829-05:00Over heared...Her to new friend and possible room-mate: do you think I am hot?<br />Him: I acknowledge that you are attractive <br />Her: okaaay...<br />Her boyfriend: Honey, I know you want this so much.So sure move in with your friend. He is obviously gayDandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-9270356921198083392008-01-02T14:53:00.000-05:002008-01-02T14:59:31.163-05:00Back to businessBack to work<br />Back to cruel Canadian winter<br />Back to parking space scarcity<br />Back to waking up at 7 am<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMSVmUb5me_i3rSYt9sLyp-Hnk7CwmvYJroCaZ4SpzD-lttN8su0DTcQ2RbZhS0p9W1r5g7ItSmHX4xpMHx5Lcv3UT2eySKDJDkec-83WRpAF85gmG7b6nQuTHnHEjiPNsDOMkUHtmU5R/s1600-h/cold.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMSVmUb5me_i3rSYt9sLyp-Hnk7CwmvYJroCaZ4SpzD-lttN8su0DTcQ2RbZhS0p9W1r5g7ItSmHX4xpMHx5Lcv3UT2eySKDJDkec-83WRpAF85gmG7b6nQuTHnHEjiPNsDOMkUHtmU5R/s400/cold.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150970125315453698" /></a><br /><br />Coming soon: back to boring 3 hours lecturesDandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-88072689471852052492007-12-22T18:56:00.000-05:002007-12-22T18:58:24.934-05:00Season'sgreetings from Mac and PC :)Ahhhh I love Mac vs. PC advertisements. I really just love ads..I should post all the ads I like one day...<br />For now..Merry Xmas and Happy New Year's<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBcXc5hrwZ4&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBcXc5hrwZ4&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-81131341156248607742007-12-19T09:51:00.001-05:002007-12-19T09:58:12.664-05:00Eid Mobarak...Eid Mobarak to all of ya..<br />Dont you love how all holidays are falling so close to each other, and how we are just so lucky to take Eid, Xmas, and New Years ALL OFF..yay<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pElS8nr5T3d2W3oiQDzSu6MeS6BYhURAv2LTgf4D-PnkzUoUI8BxF_eR6LRMBJ8FY5DRbNznw0-q9Vk76Uhallktb_TeCT9KBXalx6e3F9d1yPdkm1RH_8EXz2VggC9UjRHaicL5ciWc/s1600-h/eid+kharoof.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pElS8nr5T3d2W3oiQDzSu6MeS6BYhURAv2LTgf4D-PnkzUoUI8BxF_eR6LRMBJ8FY5DRbNznw0-q9Vk76Uhallktb_TeCT9KBXalx6e3F9d1yPdkm1RH_8EXz2VggC9UjRHaicL5ciWc/s400/eid+kharoof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145698349312357106" /></a><br /><br />I always wonder, did people actually cook lam meat on Eid El- Adha back in day?<br />I alway remember my mom taking the day off and leaving it up to steak house to feed us on this day...Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-92173875741698498822007-12-17T19:14:00.000-05:002007-12-17T19:24:24.433-05:00Some eBay age parentingA Montreal father sold his 15 years old son's vidoe game on eBay for a hefty mark-up after catching him smoking pot...<br />The father "<a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20071216/od_afp/canadainternetdrugchristmasoffbeat;_ylt=ArD3Cd3XoU4.POrey0VOqpYDW7oF">sold</a> the hard-to-get "Guitar Hero III" video game he bought his son for 90 dollars for Christmas at an online auction, fetching 9,000 dollars."<br /><br />Would I be pissed if I was this kid!! The idiot could have sold it himself on eBay<br /><br />Here is the dummest Futureshop/ Guitar Hero ad EVERR...<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UVaMfo2xiOI&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UVaMfo2xiOI&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />What holiday ads drive you crazy?Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-28500833421793391572007-12-15T23:12:00.001-05:002007-12-17T19:11:47.059-05:00I just had to say something about that...RIP kiddoA Mississauga 16 years old female was murdered by her father last week. The instant and most surfacing motive to the killing per many sources is her refusal to wear the ‘Hijab’ or the traditional Islamic headscarf which has led her father to snap...and KILL his own daughter.<br />This is a case of domestic violence, which always re-occurs in what seems like a peaceful town like Mississauga. It is not a case of oppression of Islamic traditions for women, and most importantly, it is not a Muslim life style issue.<br />The case is purely an issue of violence against women, and a case of poor guidance toward integration for new Canadian families.<br />Aqsa was failed by the school system, and by the Muslim community centers in Mississauga to guide her and her family through their ordeal. Our MANY mosques and community centers are failing many young Muslim Canadians by not teaching them how to integrate and interact with this new society to them or their parents, without losing their identity. Aqsa has lived a double life as a Hijabi at home, and as a more ‘Westernized version’ at school. Not being able to achieve a balance of both, has led to clash with her family, just like many young Muslim Canadians. *<em>I have seen this happen in Jordan and Saudi, Idont recall someone being killed over it!*<br /></em>I am NOT trying to defend the father, simply because nothing JUSTIFIES the killing of his OWN child. I am also not trying to blame our Islamic Centers, as they are always lacking the resources for most similar projects. But I can not help it but think how things would have been different if some kind of counseling was seeked by the school, the family, or the child who was killed.Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-4514020117845822692007-12-10T17:22:00.000-05:002007-12-10T18:00:54.775-05:00My rushed version of posts<span style="font-family:arial;">To avoid</span> writing multipe posts, and to avoid spending more time on my computer, and as I really really need some fresh air, been needing that since Saturday morning, I will put out my rambles in point form...(why is this becomming a trend?)<br /><br /><br /><ul><br /><li>Is there such a thing as coffe rehab? There should be. I have been trying to reduce my coffe consumption for 3 days now. I am down to 6-7 cups a day, plus some tea. Any tips regarding my addition?</li><br /><li>I have been in a testing/assignmenting process for two days , even after finishing all school related work. boooh</li><br /><li>This other non-school work is SOOOOO BORING. I change my mind, I take it back, I want to stay unemployed if this is how it is going to be. Orientations were very boring, and above all, too easy to make me bother regarding picking the right choice, or circuling true and false....</li><br /><li>My mom is visiting..so YAAAAY</li><br /><li>My mom is visiting. and on another note, I have to prepare for the ceremoney by doing the following: clean the house ceiling to floor, clean HER car, wash all the beddings, finish the 3 weeks worth of laundry, grocerize (hate hate hate grocery shopping), make sure my clothest is in tip top shape....Ah I thought I am supposed to be vacationing </li><br /><li>I really really really wanna see some x-mass decorations. I really wanna finish this post and go check out Square One shopping centre. I envy all those worry-free teenagers walking around with their red, white and green coulored shopping bags, so happy about their purchases. I can not go any longer (almost 45 days) without going to the mall.</li><br /><li>I FINALLY watched American Gangster. Thank you F for making sure I make it on Friday. A PROPER movie review is to follow, but for now, I have to say it is a 6.5/10</li><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1DVv8QFt6T-c1KoPVSGu2CF3qYmYiAh08Kh-acnNtY0W8OH7vYbp6XOr9zk29Sn7poxG99bMdVC8emSBSHx9EwiXMUTMQCw7wFsoHOkL33bPtCFspYoyXGc1t8TdzWA1jjWoW5MFCIVgf/s1600-h/simpson.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142477942284540674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="230" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1DVv8QFt6T-c1KoPVSGu2CF3qYmYiAh08Kh-acnNtY0W8OH7vYbp6XOr9zk29Sn7poxG99bMdVC8emSBSHx9EwiXMUTMQCw7wFsoHOkL33bPtCFspYoyXGc1t8TdzWA1jjWoW5MFCIVgf/s200/simpson.gif" width="76" border="0" /></a><br /><li>I want to strat reading my novel. I have been in restoration mood for two days. This means that I fall asleep on the couch the minute; the tempreture reaches 25 c, my brother stop talking to me, or the minute I start gazing at a document that is not displayed on my laptop (i.e. books and magazines).</li>Yes. something like what grandpa Simpson does :(<br /><li>I hate emotional roller coasters. Even the funny ones. I get headaches afterward, which is not good for my coffe addition...</li></ul><p> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:arial;">I am going to use Areal from now on on this blog. My prof actually penalized me for using TNR instead of Arial on my presentation.</span> </li></ul><p> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:arial;">I have to go to Homedepot tonight. I hate hate hate Homedepot. But the light fixture which I bought is not going to hang itself. I have been waiting since October 2006 (yes that long) for it to be hanged by itself, or by brother. I give up. I need ligh in the guest room now</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:arial;">I exactly have 18 hours to do all of what I said above before mom arrives.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:arial;">Ps: my mom is a really lovely lady. She is not scary at all. However, she is for some reason obsessed with order, and neat houses. Above all that, she has a sense of humour which feeds off stories about her kids. Walking into our house as is, will give her comedy matatrials for a month to come. No thanx, i will do my chorse on a short notice instead.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">I miss my mom beyond anything I can describe, I love her too. Above all, I love the goodies she is bringing in her suit case from Jeddah and Amman. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">I just realized that you would not have needed to read this if only I can find my cell phone and call someone to ramble out all of this, but I missed my blog. I promise some real articles SOON!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </p><br /><br /><p></p>Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-19941234810596558342007-12-01T21:43:00.000-05:002007-12-02T03:44:31.226-05:00November...If anything...this month is the month that was stolen from my life.<br /><br />I have spent it on my kitchen table with my laptop and endless stacks of papers and textbooks. I have learned so much in this month. I am just not sure where to apply all those business concepts I have accumulated. Fingers crossed Dana would get that job... and see if all of this cramming of information and assignments was necessary...<br /><br />Missing- was <a href="http://black-iris.com/">The Black Iris of Jordan </a>blog for almost a week. It was mysterious enough to make me start to think that he was blocked by some authority figure. But then again...if anything he should be adopted by those authorities...<br /><br />I discovered <a href="http://yamli.com/">Yamli</a> today...just one of the greatest ideas coming to live...making life easier for hundreds of Arabic typing literals just like me.... I shall post more about it. I am really curious about who started it and how are they planning to make money out of their online presnce..plus I am sure I will find plenty of entertaining materials about using this applications..YAMLI ROCKS<br /><br />I am too wiped out by now... This month was a true hardcore work month...I hope that life takes a better turn. December is promising a lot of reconnecting...a lot of learning...a lot of decisions...and maybe a chance to take back life<br /><br />I need some time apart from my laptop...my sick laptop<br /><br />Can’t wait to start reading Love in the Time of Cholera....Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-66512416956604699982007-11-10T12:06:00.000-05:002007-11-10T12:45:30.238-05:00Facebook as a bridal catalogueI don't know how most of you feel about this, but for me one of the weirdest most awkward things in my culture is bride hunting. Weather you are being approached or asked for "reference" about someone in specific, and most creepy when you are asked to refer someone you know to complete stranger. i have to admit it is the creepiest when you are approached...<br /><br />I think many Arabs out there are thankful for Facebook as it saves them a lot of effort as it allows a good "preview" of the possible bride to be. If the dude and his "KHATABE" are lucky, the girl would have an open public profile, or at least close picture of her face available for the public. Then, they can through her list of friends "investigate" if their circle of friends and her circle of friends are connected at some point through a common person (a common girlfriend is the best alternative) THEN an opportunity to approach the candidate rises !<br /><br />I am serious. A lot of moms out there are behind the monitor browsing through the pictures on Facebook for possible candidate who they will contact her to arrange for when they can come over an have a cup of coffee with the family.<br /><br />For some people, they go the extra step on signing in into their daughters accounts, go through their profiles and their friends profiles and "help" those nice guys out there finding there perfect bride. Their daughter's accounts has got to have some "listed friends" who are recently graduate Arab females, hopefully not yet spoken for and who are not looking to do any post-grad studies. Hey, you can even filter your search at Facebook by region and by university lol<br /><br />On the other hand some men, do not put there loved ones through such trouble, because, and I quote some random dude from Montreal " It is easier and sometimes easier on the pocket (cheaper) to find a bride from back home and bring her to live here"<br /><br />Personally, I made my peace with this, and know that there is nothing I can do, I sometimes even give up, and put up a good word for a girl who I knew. But most of the time I pretend I don't know this person and save myself from any future headaches and such<br /><br />I don't understand, why can't the guys who are looking for a partner just approach those girls. Get to know them, and then maybe start something. I am sure most of them does not even trust someone else's taste in shirts. Why is it alright to marry based on someone else's taste?<br /><br />This topic has been coming up a lot in my conversations, as my Facebook list of friends was recently investigated.Dandoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428noreply@blogger.com16