So you think you're all DAT?

I hate subways! They are filthy, stinky, crowded, depressing, dungeon-like, leaking, rat-infested, beggar/vendor dwelling, artist/dancer Hall of Fame. Is it not enough that I have to commute using those means? Must I endure these daily sightings и к этому by paying what I could fill my car with, had I been able to drive it to work, in yet again more congested, toll-infested, pothole marked roads!!!!!!!

So these are the conditions and the scenes I see before I get to work/school, so why should my day be any better?

Anyhow, what bothers me even more, is the disgusting subway riders that shove, push, and stomp you. I mean c'mon! The other day I was boarding a train during the rush hour and his dimwit who was already on stood facing the boarders and deliberately pushed everyone away who, God forbid, brushed against him, with full force!! What a baboon!

Oh Goodness, there are so many incidents that I can stay here forever reciting them, but those morons need to know that they are nothing but animals! 7ayawanat!
From now on, if you push me I'll push you like there is no tomorrow! I will step on you with my heel and I don't give a hoot what you'll do you, you chimpanzee.

Purple Bottom!!!!!

This morning my whole "Thank-God-It's-Friday" mind-set has been ruined by the sight of a flat and limp behind of a fat cow. As I was rushing through the underground paths of the subway, submerged in my own thoughts of how to get the best out of this last day of the week, I was shaken back to reality when my eyes were violated with that repulsive mass.

What turned me off is not the unpleasant figure, nor the tightness of the pants which defined all the imperfections, but the phrase that ran across that behind. No, it wasn't "Juicy" or "Pink". I was able to discern "Purple Bottom" and that's when the crazy naked man who lives in a solitary confinement inside my brain started running around in circles to help me understand what the heck that expression meant. "Purple Bottom"? Oh God!!! I was so infuriated by that scene that I could visualize myself flogging her behind until it really turned purple.

Anyhow, when I landed back to Earth from my diabolic thoughts of torturous ways of punishing stupid women who have no other means to attract attention other than with such means, I squinted my eyes..... Then, from staring at that "so-called bottom", I was able to read "Apple Bottom"

Apple??? Apple??? are you frigging kiddin' me? That flappy patty is an apple? MY FOOT is an apple you disgusting moronic cow!!!

I hate Thanksgiving

Perhaps I do not know the whole history of the discovery of the new lands, other than the naive Indians sloshing through the blue oceanic waters to greet their European killers, but I know for a fact that I hate the celebration behind it.

I hate the colours; brown orange autumn colours. They are depressing to say the least
I hate the food; sweet potatoes? pumpkin? corn bread? It's only the turkey that I can tolerate
But most importantly I despise the fact that people celebrate the killings of the native people of those islands and the main land that the culture is trying to sugarcoat with Thanksgiving.

Thanking my foot! Do the Aussies or the Kiwis celebrate their occupation of Australia and New Zealand? And do we actually need a set-up date to be thankful for what we have? Or is it just a way to justify our consumerist addictions?

Every man for himself

That's exactly what it is these days. Can't depend on anyone to lend you a hand, let alone do something for you. And silly you, you would do the somersault to make someone feel better. And I blame noone but your pathetic self for not being smart enough to recognize that this is what this current time is all about, every man for himself !

That reminds me of what Ali ibn Abi Talib كرَم الله وجهه said:
وذقت المرارات فلم أجد أمر من الحاجة إلى الناس

To be in need of someone makes one weak, and I'm talking about favors! Oh how I hate those, and miss the days when I did everything myself instead of being feeble and burdening myself with reciprocity and repayment. Furthermore, all the negative emotions that surface when your favor can't be done, such as disappointment, hurt, anger. Why do you need those?!

Depend on yourself you wimp and do everything by yourself and for yourself. That will make your life harder but you'll feel better about yourself, for there is no better feeling than debt-free feeling.

Yay! my country is ranking FIRST!

My country, the Republic of the Sudan, has again ranked the First. But I am not proud at all, and somewhat skeptical. According to the Failed States Index for 2007, Sudan is the most susceptible state in the world to failure.
Based on social, economic and political indicators, these rankings, by the Foreign Policy Association and the Fund for Peace organization, are from unclassified statistical data.


Very disheartening and embarrassing, but as I previously said I'm skeptical. Who gathered these data? If it's the state then wouldn't it doctor these statistics to its own advantage. If non-state actors conducted the research and gathered the data, which politically failed state will allow strangers do so to harm it?

The Foreign Policy Association answers this question rather ambiguously

Q: What methodology was used for the ratings?

A: The Fund for Peace used its Conflict Assessment System Tool (CAST), an original methodology it has developed and tested over the past decade. CAST is a flexible model that has the capability to employ a four-step trend-line analysis, consisting of (1) rating 12 social, economic, and political/military indicators; (2) assessing the capabilities of five core state institutions considered essential for sustaining security; (3) identifying idiosyncratic factors and surprises; and (4) placing countries on a conflict map that shows the risk history of countries being analyzed.

For the Failed States Index, FfP focused solely on the first step, which provides snapshots of state vulnerability or risk of violence during a window in time. The CAST software indexed and scanned tens of thousands of open-source articles and reports using Boolean logic. The data are electronically gathered using Thomson Dialog, a powerful data-collection system that includes international and local media reports and other public documents, including U.S. State Department reports, independent studies, and even corporate financial filings. The data used in each index are collected from May to December of the preceding year. The software calculates the number of positive and negative “hits” for the 12 indicators. Internal and external experts then review the scores as well as the articles themselves, when necessary, to confirm the scores and ensure accuracy.

Italicized red clauses are the ones that boggled my mind, they shouldn't have the same effect on you.

Well, I don't need all this to tell me that life is hard in Sudan and that WE NEED A LOT OF CHANGE AND REFORM!!!!!!

Writer's block

Somebody help me! I am suffering from a writer's block and please don't tell just start writing or brainstorming. It has all proved futile.
For some reason I have become prone to writer's block more often than before. I could spend hours on end evaluating different views, critically analyzing them, and formulating my own arguments just to find out that someone has already thought similarly.
It is frustrating because I am lagging behind in all my projects and many of them are past due. It's affecting my morale and I feel further sluggish and disheartened.
Why is it happening?
Ohh goodness this is so galling!!!!

Delta should be an Omega!!!

I am advising everyone to avoid flying Delta. This airlines has the worst service anyone could have in their worst nightmares. Leaving aside their sad kids meals and one coke per three passengers, their staff are the rudest and most unprofessional critters out there!!!

I flew them once, only because I didn't know, it was one of those partnership flights. My petite friend and I (who is slim too) felt we were squeezed into a sardines can for how tiny and uncomfy the seating was. Can you imagine me being a human filling if I were flanked by two human buns? Nothing was working, not the headphones, not the stewardess call button, nothing. SO UGLY!!!!
But that's all trivial when it comes to food, and I'm not a big food fan, but what they serve is not adequate to feed a stray dog with. Beverages were shared between two to three passengers, and wine bottles, were to be paid for (that left me shell shocked for the entire torturous flight).

The reason I decided to write this post tonight is because a friend of mine was stung by them today. The poor lad had a flight he was enthusiastically looking forward to just to have this bubble burst minutes before the flight. Arriving at the airport a good deal of time before boarding he was confronted with a rude staff member at their counter who had the guts to tell him that he can't fly as the plane was OVERBOOKED!!!!! yes! you read it right.

OVERBOOKED!!!!! OVERBOOKED!!!!! OVERBOOKED!!!!! OVERBOOKED!!!!! OVERBOOKED!!!!! OVERBOOKED!!!!! OVERBOOKED!!!!! OVERBOOKED!!!!!

is that even possible? Delta is not worth having bus lines let alone airlines. My friend was not given any explanation whatsoever, spent long hours running from one building to another in search for a supervisor who is actually a phantom that none of you who decide to fly their cheap airlines will ever find. The only assurance he's gotten was that he is confirmed for tomorrow.

Let's all hope he reaches his destination....

and you Delta you're nothing but an Omega!!! (even that is an overestimation)

Subway dancing kids!

As I was changing trains on NYC subway, I saw this bunch of kids freestyling and twisting and turning with those amazing moves. Although I was running late, I decided to check them out, and sad thing I did that! as one of them was twisting on his head with his legs asunder he hit the bag where they collect the donations, and the whole thing shot at me (the only thing I remember is that blurry thing flying at me) and indeed it hit my head.

What I found most galling is that one of them actually came up to me later and insisted I should pay. I told him I want a compensation for that bag missile! I also didn't have the guts to take pictures of them after that...


INSOLENCE!