No Communication Experience

The No Face No Communication Week:

"but one thing is for sure, how ever text communications lead the world, you won’t get the pleasure of speech, I mean original form of human interaction."
-- Srivathsan G.K


Now for the actual experience from this week:

There is no doubt that it was pretty hard to live without any far communication tool, in my case living far from family in a dorm without roommates was tricky, usually when I’m bored I would just pick up my phone and call anybody.. So, living without contact and plans was definitely tough.
No facebook meant no knowledge about the current events in the town which led to more isolated days..

Friends were mad and certainly –unlike me- were not willing to pay a visit to check on something or ask a question.. I even had some threats not to think about doing it again!



On the other hand,
I had more adventurous activities, spontaneous plans and better appointments.. It was not possible to cancel on a last minute on an appointment that I sat days ago. Therefore, I was forced to have better organized schedule..
No mobile phone meant a lifetime of comfort.. As my dad phrased it “ايش بابا..قررت تضربي العالم جزمة؟؟!”

No annoying phone calls nor distractions… just me and myself..
In this week, I also started reading in two books that I bought long ago.. I also changed my second homepage from facebook to Aljazeera news.. And I kept until now..
I had more free time to live with myself.. Make friends with the inner me.. And I must say that I enjoyed it and got a bit crazier to the outer world =)

The idea is to realize and prove to yourself that you could live without anything in your life.. to change your daily habits and find other approaches to solving problems..

The thing is, the world doesn’t expect nor accept a person who doesn’t use far communication tools.. Nowadays, all appointments are set over the phone.. Actually mobile phones are used to substitute calendars, watches, books, doorbells in my case, and sometimes even our memory.. we no longer tend to memorize, we just save a draft message or capture a photo..
I was the only one from my friends who completed my week.. one stopped after 2 days the other after 4 and my beloved friend Tala who suggested the whole idea stopped after 6 days therefore, she was punished by cooking me a delicious yalanji meal =D –which until now I didn’t receive –

I can fairly say that I enjoyed this week with all its ups and downs.. and I do recommend it for anybody seeking a change in his/her life..

And for now, I’ll be looking for a bigger harder Challenge ;)

الجـنّـيـــة

حكاية الجـنّـيـــة

غازي القصيبي

في هذا الكتاب يعرض القصيبي قصة عن زواج بين انسي و جنية. عن هذه الحياة المختلطة التي يعيشها البطل "ضاري الضبيع" عن هذه المغامرة الجنية الشيقة التي خاضها .

كان ضاري شاب سعودي يعيش في غربة لاستكمال دراسته في علم الانسان، التي مع الفضول و البحث كبرت لتشمل علم الجن و الشياطين. عكس أيض الكاتب بعضا من الأفكار التي تراود هذه الفية من الشباب و بعضا من تصرفاتهم الطائشة.

يدور حوار تلو الاخر بين ضاري و الجن ، وفي كل حوار كنت التمس السخرية الموجودة في عالمنا الإنسي.. كانت تُعرض من نظرة الجن،من مفاهيمهم وأبعادهم.

السخرية كانت مستمرة طوال الرحلة.. تجسدت السخرية في الوصايا التي كان يدرسها أحد علماء الجن المستأنسة.. كانت الأولى تفول "أن ما يحكم سلوك الانس هو على الترتيب الجنس ثم السلطة ثم المال". وكانت الثانية تقول "لا تتوقع من إنسي الاعتراف بالجميل".

و في تفصيلات الكاتب و سطوره كنت أجد التهكمات الطريفة.. منها ما كان يشير الى أن الإنس يسعوون وراء النكد و اخر كان يلمح الى استحالة تو قع ردود الفعل الانسية.
كل الوصايا والتهكمات كانت تحمل شيئا من الصحة، التي كـ ضاري يحاول كل الإنس إنكارها..

فنظرة لعالمنا من عالم اخر لابد وأن تحوي ما يثير فضولنا..
في رأي كان للحكاية معنى اخر وأقوى من مجرد تواصل بين الجن والنس.. كان يعرض نظرة الرجل للمرأة.. كان على ضاري أن يختار المرأة المثالية.. بين خيار الجنية المطيعة أو الأمريكية المدللة أو ابنة العم الصغيرة .. كانت رحلته حافلة

فمع الجنية عاش حياة هنيئة تحققت فيها أمانيه قبل أن يطلبه.. فمل من المثالية "كعادة ابناء ادم"

ومع الأمريكية كانت توقعاتهما مختلفة، هي أرادت الزوج المساعد في البيت والدنجوان في تصرفاته، وهو كان يحن لأيام الجنية العربية

ومع ابنة العم كان زواجا تقليديا مجبرا من العائلة على كلاهما، كانت طموحاته بالعودة للغربة أما هي فبراءتها وصغر سنها لم يسمحا لها بترك أهلها.

ولوو أن الكاتب كان يلقننا المعلومة تلقينا في بعض الأحيان..فقد وجدت الحكاية ممتعة.. دامت بين يدي أقل من أسبوع.. ومن أجمل ما فيها أنها تحوي معلومات حقيقية من مراجع مختلفة..

توفي الدكتور قبل ثلالثة أسابيع – تغمدك الله برحمته يا دكتور غازي القصيبي.

End of Obsession

End of Obsession
here is the story of an end..
The story started with looking on the floor and finding this small item that became a fascinating toy..

Push the two ends closer and a little spark will stink the person holding the short wire.. I played it on myself and others.. some shouted, some laughed, and some cursed me ..

This fun game started when I found this item for the first time in the university campus.. and from that day on.. I found these several times in various places..
They became my lucky penny on the lying on the floor waiting me.. my collection included 7 of them. I always wondered what are they.. I thought, a small part of an important machine that exists everywhere - even in the refugee camp –.

I collected one after the other.. I hunted them wherever they were.. and I shared playing them with whoever was with me..

I thought about googling them to know their origins.. but I didn’t know what to google for.. a small cubicle black button with a wire, wouldn’t make sense.

This story has an unfortunate ending.. this obsession ended when I found it again with my friend.. I started mentioning the admire and mystery I hold towards it.. and she had the answers to my questions..

A part of a lighter.. smokers leftovers.. that was all I needed to know.. and that explained the everywhere existence!

And here all the admiration, love and mystery were put to an end.

Freedom Vs. Choice

Do more choices mean more freedom?? A new thought!

New Media effect

a video I created to show how NEW MEDIA affect people.

this was an assignment i took in the Communication Theory subject..

here is the assignment's question:

Taxi

Another perspective on Taxis in Jordan.


TAXIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

-- if only I can whistle!! --

full or vacant??
no, no, its occupied I can see a shadow of a short head ..


Riding a Taxi is an adventure; waiting, anticipating and not knowing what your destiny will unfold!!
-a dramatic view-

This journey might start as soon as you reach the street, or as far as the same duration that would have taken walking to your destination!

You might make friends while waiting in the queue-less street.. but usually its enemies who steal your Taxi :S

A clean fresh smiling car with a neat young driver,, A wise old grandpa with loads of wisdom and knowledge to share,, A mid-age man who is curious to know every detail about the future of his daughters reflected in my life,, Or Abu Sarsar the 7fartaly guy picking his teeth with a toothpick and listing to the local hit song..

If your ride was early morning you will be lucky to start the day with HayatFM and the Holy Quran. However, if u woke up a bit late you will be accompanied with mhammad al wakeel describing the stone on Irbid’s highway that caused traffic jam.. and at night, Nancy ajram and elissa are there to shake your ride.

Sometimes as a bonus, you might be lucky to have company in your ride! –which is awkwardly entertaining -


Here is a scope of how entertaining taxies could be = )




Ref: aramram-tv

Google Population Count... !!!!

Refrence:http://www.google.com/publicdata?ds=wb-wdi&met=sp_pop_totl&idim=country:WBG&dl=en&hl=en&q=palestine+population#met=sp_pop_totl&idim=country:WBG:ISR

interesting!!!

move..

Move is a couse i took about how to become a volunteer.. how to utilize your energy to help people around you..
a very interesting couse that contained 6 sessions during 3 weeks..



-more pictures by maiada al-masri-

a few lines to about MOVE...

The move program is generously inspiring.. it was fun, beneficial and amusing.. its mixture of activities and lectures engaged us in all possible ways.
The amount of motivation we got was unlimited.. support was the core .. enthusiasm was the spirit.. it was enriching in all its stories, examples and assignments..
and the spirit of the lecturers reflected its essence..

"It’s all about giving, I learned.. and the evidence is this course!"
Thanks MOVE !

Definition

Yesterday, I was eating a delicious macaroni salad at my friend’s house..
It contained macaroni, lettuce, and some unidentified chunks.. I was told that they are pieces of green apple when I asked..
I continued enjoying the salad.until,,,

my friend asked me: “do you like them?”

I said: “they are weird that’s all.. I’m still going to eat them!”

My friend: “it’s either you like them or you don’t!!”

Me: “ I don’t!”

And just after I stated that, I couldn’t stand to eat another chunk!


** Today’s advice : Somethings are better left unidentified!

A reminder

View this movie at cultureunplugged.com

-no comment-

On Being Shy

During this year i had to create a "shy font".. I have to say i lived this project I enjoyed these philosophic ideas and i read it not less than 20 times.. this is a part of Jerome's ideas..
Enjoy...

A shy man's lot is not a happy one. The men dislike him, the women despise him, and he dislikes and despises himself.
The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him. He is able, to a certain extent, to communicate his misery. He frightens other people as much as they frighten him.
This is a good deal brought about by misunderstanding. Many people mistake the shy man's timidity for overbearing arrogance and are awed and insulted by it.
A shy man means a lonely man--a man cut off from all companionship, all sociability. He moves about the world, but does not mix with it.
He sees the pleasant faces and hears the pleasant voices on the other side, but he cannot stretch his hand across to grasp another hand.
The shy man, like a leper, stands apart. His soul is full of love and longing, but the world knows it not. The iron mask of shyness is riveted before his face, and the man beneath is never seen.
Yes, shy men, like ugly women, have a bad time of it in this world, to go through which with any comfort needs the hide of a rhinoceros. Thick skin is, indeed, our moral clothes, and without it we are not fit to be seen about in civilized society. A poor gasping, blushing creature, with trembling knees and twitching hands, is a painful sight to everyone, and if it cannot cure itself, the sooner it goes and hangs itself the better.
His character is unformed. He speaks in such a low pitiable voice.
He longs to "go it" with the others, and curses himself every day for not being able to. He will now and again, screwing up his courage by a tremendous effort, plunge into roguishness. But it is always a terrible _fiasco_, and after one or two feeble flounders he crawls out again, limp and pitiable.
I say "pitiable," though I am afraid he never is pitied.
You scarcely ever meet a really shy man--except in novels or on the stage, where, by the bye, he is much admired, especially by the women.
The shy man, who never looks at anything but his own boots, sees not and is not tempted. Happy shy man!
The boys tell him that he's "worse than a girl," and the girls repudiate the implied slur upon their sex by indignantly exclaiming that they are sure no girl would be half as bad.

--Jerome k. Jerome