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I Support! November 17, 2009

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I Support is an old page I made, but I have intentions of renewing it every while. This is the newest one so far, but I realized that it doesn’t show on the rss unless I publish it on the main page. So that’s what i am doing! Don’t forget to comment whether you like or or love it. You cant hate it because its mine……

I Support …. Islam

I Don’t Support Extremism

I Support …. Real Muslims

I Don’t Support People Who Call Themselves Muslims But Aren’t

I Support …. Blogging

I Don’t Support Spam

I Support …. Eoin Colfer

I Don’t Support Dan Brown

I Support …. A M D

I Don’t Support Sucky Chinese Technology

I Support …. WordPress

I Don’t Support Block R’ Us

I Support …. My Friends Ideas

I Don’t Support Pathetic Excuses

I Support …. Sony1

I Don’t Support Rated R

I Support …. “duh”

I Don’t Support “whatever”

I Support …. Intelligence

I Don’t Support Stupidity

I Support …. My Blog Readers

I Don’t Support People That Don’t Read My Blog(kidding)

I Support …. Jonathan Stroud

I Don’t Support The Ways Of The Crooked

I Support …. Health Care Centers, Globally

I Don’t Support Fake Health Care Centers

I Support …. Life

I Don’t Support Other Religions

I Support …. Justice

I Don’t Support Injustice

I Support …. Luxury

I Don’t Support Poverty

I Support …. The Truth

I Don’t Support Liers

I Support …. Spanking

I Don’t Support Making Your Child Into A Menace

I Support …. Anything Open Minded

I Don’t Support In The Box

I Support …. Open Minded Stuff

I Don’t Support *****

I Support …. Anyone Open Minded, as long as he/she is good

I Don’t Support Mischief Doers

I Support …. I Support

I Support …. Hacking

I Don’t Support Game Companies Who Limit The Game

I Support …. Stubbornness 2

I Don’t Support Stubbornness

I Support …. Common Sense

I Don’t Support Crulety

I Support …. Kicking People From Raids For Idiocy

I Don’t Support Kicking People From Raids For Being Newbies

I Support …. Helping Humans

I Don’t Support Excessive Chat

I Support …. Helping Animals

I Don’t Support Animal Cruelty

I Support …. Anything that’s Anti of what I don’t Support

I Don’t Support Non Supporters Of My Supporting

I Support …. Fairness

I Don’t Support Other Blogs!

I Support …. Thinking before Talking

I Don’t Support Blabbering

I Support …. Everyone that Likes what I Like

I Don’t Support Plagiarism

I Support …. Monk

I Don’t Support K’s

I Support Modders

1( I don’t support their ps3)

2( common sense stubbornness)

I Support …. My Friends

 

Feed Them!

Filed under: Muslims Around the World,Stuff in Life — islamnation @ 12:57 pm
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Major World Leaders (aka us europe etc) Let Mankind down again….

By failing to feed hungry people that, according to statistics, are causing a death of a kid every 6 seconds… from malnutrition

LINK>>>>>> here or copy http://www.reddit.com/tb/a4dda on the URL of your browser (what a cliche)

 

Diary of ME! Part VIII November 16, 2009

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Diary of ME! Part VIII

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Friday! Finally! Again! The only free day of the week. Never got bored of Fridays, and I probably will never. Today I had planned to go with my friends and two fathers to the Computer Exhibition, which I was looking forward to it for two reasons. First, I love computers! Second, I kind of ruined my old speakers and needed new ones for Resident Evil 5 and plenty of other games. I also listen to music while working on the net sometimes.

I consider time on the computer is time spent wisely with a bonus of the internet, which isn’t easy to get here1.

1(I won’t lie, internet is easy to here, but for no more than dial up, and those not familiar with dial up it has a max of roughly 7 kb download ……. regular browsing speeds are roughly from 11 – 56 kb/s depending on the internet’s mood)

When it was time to go, we went to the neighbor’s car for he was going to take us.

You know! Car pooling! We love the environment.

We sat in a Toyota Yari[s]2 and 4 people were in the back, including me. I hope you can imagine how we were sitting.

2(The car was called Yaris, but after the third day from purchase someone broke off the “s”. )

2009 Shaam Technology Exhibition

We   (me and my friends) have been to lots of exhibitions, I even worked in one. They weren’t perfect, but they were good and we didn’t mind going. But this time was different. Way different. For some dumba**3 reason the guy who planned the Exhibition decided that entering the exhibition was free and unfortunately the Exhibition is placed between lots of hill-bellies’4 that live there, and every one of them loves free stuff, who doesn’t? But it’s supposed to be a Tech-nol-ogy exhibition for God’s sake! Not a carnival!

3(Here a** means donkey, not butt) My blog is rated E for Everyone

4(Most Hill-bellies are evil here)

Another new thing was the entrance to the Exhibition grounds. When I arrived it looked like someone was giving free Lamborghinis away, but it turned out to be the entrance to the grounds and people were being let in through a door. If that wasn’t enough, some guy decided that people weren’t allowed to get in until getting ……. “wrongfully touched” if you get my meaning. First your chest, your shoulders, your sides and then, pop, between your legs.

After the feeling of being “wrongfully touched” dissolves, you would start thinking that you took a wrong turn and were entering N.A.S.A. or something. Oh my God, It’s just an Exhibition! I mean why would they do that? Who was the smart guy who planned this out? It’s just a Technology Exhibition, and probably 98% of the stuff are Chinese products.

That’s only for the men of course, because I am sure that if massacres wouldn’t be made, they would do it to the women also. Fortunately the women were taken to the side and had their side bags expected.

After getting through the wretched door, which, thank God doesn’t take as long as expected, you have to get a pass. There were 2 types of passed (at least). A student’s pass and a regular pass. To get the students pass you have to look like a student AND get lucky because they don’t give it to everyone that looks like a student, they probably give it randomly. The regular pass needs you to fill out a paper for personal information including your last name, first name, phone number, cellular number, email, occupation, home address, website (if you have), company ( if you have), how you found out about the exhibition, and probably other things; I got the students pass so I had to call a friend to remind me of some of the questions for the regular pass. At least it was free though, eh?

When you find you friends (if you came with them) and meet up again, you have to pass a person who asks you for your pass.

I believe you could imagine the problems that could occur throughout this whole ordeal; especially if you live here I’m sure you can.

When passing the security dude who checks for your pass, you have a chance of being stopped by another person who asks you more questions. To this point all I can say is “This is getting really pathetic

After all this, you’re free to go! Other than the people who walk around and try to give you advertisements, you’re cool.

By the time you get bored of figuring out how the exhibition was laid out, and where was where, you’ll realize that it doesn’t have much planning into it, nor will it seem that it was divided into sections, except for the fact that if it was planned out, it was planned extremely poorly (is this sentence correct grammar wise?)

Though, in the end you will start going with the flow since it was greatly crowded. They also tend to have strong spotlights pointed at the crowds with blaring subwoofers playing Kurdish music or something like that.

Also if you purchase an item or more, to get out you need to show a security guard the receipt, which the seller would probably have forgotten to give you. Like what happened to me.

 

Diary of ME! Islamic Ethics and Cellular Phones November 14, 2009

14/11/09 Saturday

Most of the time, the one thing I think about after the last lesson of the day at school is my Pc! And Food! Today I convinced my Dad to go with me to buy meat sharwana (Its like a meat sandwich, with mayo and parsley). While getting ready to go, my Dad finished before me and decided to go before me, and I would meet up with him on the street. I got dressed, went downstairs and started going to the resteraunt. While I was calling my Dad to see where he was so I could meet with him I heard some ringing. Ringing from the darkness. It was a digital ringing, and I was used to hearing ringing because people always turn on their songs in the middle of the street. It was also very close, and continuous. The ringing wasn’t any song or something, it was those defaults that come with the phone. Of course I realized it was a phone from the rhythm. I got a busy message while calling, ended the call and tried to find the source of the ringing. I looked back, and spotted a white flashing on the ground, in the middle of the street. It was dark and I couldn’t make out what it was exactly. Of course, from all my experience and wisdom, I had plenty of ideas running through my head. Most of them were things like “This could be a prank or Hidden Camera”. I mean, it is weird situation, what would you do in my place? There I was frozen in my place on the sidewalk. I looked around to see if anyone was looking, and found nothing suspicious. So I walked towards the flashing object and picked it up. After realizing that it was ringing, I decided to answer.

“Hello” I said, I felt really weird and I still think I talked in a stupid way.

“Hello, who is talking to me” Said a young girl.

I had no intention to say my name or give any information about myself, I still didn’t really know what was happening. I like being cautious. Better safe than sorry. So I replied “I found this phone on the ground?”

“Oh yea, this is my Moms phone”

“uhm, yes?”

“Well” said the girl. “where can you give us the phone?”

“Well, where are you? I am in Mashroo3 Dumar near the Fire Fighters Department”

“Oh ok, we are close can you wait there 5 minutes please?”

“Sure, I am waiting there.”

“Ok thanks a lot”

I waited 5 minutes, and each car that passed, I tried to see through the dark car windows to see if anyone was looking for me. After waiting a bit, the phone started ringing again. They asked me again where I was, and I replied the same answer, and that I was waiting for them, they told me they are there. I looked up and saw a white sedan pull up in front of me, it seemed like a Volkswagen. I didn’t really pay attention to what the car was, but while recalling it through memory I remember it was white and looked like a volkswagen. I peered through the windows and saw a women driving, the mother, and her daughter sitting near her, with some kids in the back. Then I said “Here is the phone, the screen is broken by the way, good bye”

And I walked off, I know it was awkward but I was supposed to be with my dad not talking with strangers. Apparently they thought the same thing, so after a couple of seconds of walking they moved the car towards me and horned. I looked back wondering what was it they wanted. While I approached the car, I stopped short. I saw the mother offering me cash and saying that she wants to give them to be because I am a good person. I said “what the heck” and took the money then walked off.

 

 

 

I am kidding ;)

I saw the women offering money, and stopped short. She said that she wants me to have the money because I am a good person. I told her that I won’t take any cash, and that she is welcome for my help, and good bye. Once again I walked off. Then I saw my Dad walking towards me carrying my tasty sandwich. Hmmmmm, food!

 

Diary of ME! Part VI November 13, 2009

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Diary of ME! Part VI

Wednesday   11\ 11\ 09

Yesterday I finished a practice French and Science Test. I have never felt so much stress since the days of 9th grade, which was like Bacaloria only for little kids. I think we are the only country who has this type of level.

I did ok on the Science and French, I was expecting much less writing, I felt like I was writing the book. For French I didn’t even memorize the Essay, but in the test I started making up sentences of my own! Do not think they will give me any marks on those though.

Today I studied only 1 hour, from an average Syrian student of 7 hours. People also suffer like this in Iraq by the way. I am too bored to do much studying, barely able to focus on this article (I am writing this after school, still bored though.)

Class Number (*)

Today I learned of the ignorance of the French teacher.

I was in a French lesson. The guy infront of me has a HUGE tendency of turning over to talk to me and chat, and no matter how much I try to make the teacher think it is his fault, he blames it on me with either a stare that you would expect from a basilisk or a little yelling. Today though, he actually filled a written complaint of which included the words “Excessive chatter “ though the complaint was after threatening me to be kicked from the class, but he literally, just spontaneously stopped threatening me and went crazy! Next thing I knew was sitting my butt on the rough metal bench outside the class. Apparently I am not worth the threats. Nor was it enough to kick me from the class and file a complaint but he went and told the class manager “how much excessive blabbering I did”, of which the class manager called me from class the next lesson and mundanely said “This is the first complaint from you my son, so I will not take action. Go and fix the cuffs of your uniform and close the chest buttons!” If there is one thing you learn from living in the Middle East it’s the ability to act apologetic when you would be laughing so hard in the inside that you’ll get diarrhea and a tomato colored face that will make it look like your constipating.

Though it turns out that the French teacher didn’t think all those things were enough because I think he could have told the English teacher to do the same thing to me, because the English teacher filled another complaint against me, “ثرثرة” which translates roughly to “Chattery” in English. The teacher saw it fit to file a complaint with the only word “Chattery” in it, why me? What did I do wrong to get teachers like this?

After all that, the same English teacher decided to write next to the complainant “Didn’t bring the English book”. Which wasn’t my fault.

 

The Revoluton is about to BEGIN! (A Blogging Net Revolution, not anything else!) November 12, 2009

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Obviously I am not blogging a lot for a reason. That reason is the dumbass1 bakaloria I am doing. And being in a dumbass school.

Fear not!

I am planning on writing something BIG! An Internet Revolution in Syrian Blogging!

I am planning on altering the perspectives of at least some of the Syrian bloggers.

(not all the Syrian Bloggers have the brain capacity at understanding the Truth)

And most of the Syrian readers.

Life is more than this people; Life is bigger than your friends, your plans, your dreams2, your education, your blog. Those are second-doing things. You need to understand, know, and believe in the Truth. The Truth of Life at large.

1(Ass means donkey, not anything other)
2(Your Dreams are important very important, but there are things you need to do first, and other things you need to stop doing)
 

The World’s Polluted? And what are you going to do about it? November 10, 2009

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Pollution. I didn’t know the true potential of pollution before. But after I got this link http://www.chinahush.com/2009/10/21/amazing-pictures-pollution-in-china/, I found out. The positive side is that your country won’t seem so dirty and polluted anymore.

 

Poop Leaking Cat November 8, 2009

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Who ever heard of a house cat that, when wanting to be taken out to use the litter box, just stands infront of the door and expects the door to magically open? And if the door doesn’t open in some way, he remembers to meow while he is pooping on the ground. Then he has a probability to step on his own crap while running to the litter box, and re step with the crap stricken paws in the house.

I never heard of one, but I got one at home. One of a kind pet, one of a kind.

 

The One of a Kind Syrian Customer Service

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The One of a Kind

Syrian Customer Service

Digital Net Branch Bahsa

Syrian Customer service isn’t like any other. It’s unique. It’s the one-of-a-kind type of service. You won’t find this service anywhere else1.The one I am going to be talking (more like writing) about is about a store called DigitalNet, weird name for a store but that isn’t what I am going to talk about now. There are other crappy customer services here, so don’t worry, it’s not just DigitalNet.

1(you might find it somewhere in China or Pakistan,,,, but you get what I mean)

DigitalNet is one of many franchises for selling electronics in Syria. It might be the most famous too, and it isn’t that bad….. that’s why I am going to only be talking about one branch of it. Lots of people have complained about the clerk that works there. Though each time you go buy(around once in 3 months for me) they seemingly tend to be not the same person2, but all of them work the same thing, and sit in the same place. They also tend to itch and to scratch their chest in the same way a gorilla would when you are trying to talk to him. After you finish your inquiry you might expect the clerk to move his buttocks off the dang chair to get what you want, or probably point where it is, but noooooo. They will probably just ignore you and turned his head to talk with a friend of his. That is “after” you get him to notice you in the first place, waiting for him to look at you so you can inquire.

After repeatingly trying to get a hold of his attention, he will just lazily point to somewhere behind the employees desk, apparently thinking that you could simply fly over the desk and get it for yourself.

Now it is your turn in the scene. You must present him the idea of “giving you the object.” He will contemplate a little and then get off his chair with noises of laziness and complaint and moaning, but in the end he will throw one of the items to you and run back the 3 feet to his chair, as if the chair might run away. Are you imagining the laziness? You would expect that this guy isn’t getting paid or something. After getting back to his chair, he will return to chatting with his friends. If you ask for a different version, type, or brand of the item you are asking for, he will most likely reply with “This is what I have!” in an aggressive voice, like you are talking about his wife in distasteful ways.

I am not talking about the company or their main service, just the service I got when I went to the Bahsa Branch with my buddies.

 

Diary of ME! Part V Syrian Taxies November 6, 2009

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Diary of ME!

Part V

11/05/09

The [Syrian] Taxi Dude

Last day of school in the week. Finally. Though I won’t be doing my usual Thursday1 plans2 I will go to my grandmother’s house to wish her a good travel, because she is leaving the country, and this might be my last chance to say good bye before she leaves for Europe for an estimate of 7 months. After almost getting in a fight with some stupid classmates, I leave the school. I head towards the stationary shop to buy a Scrabble board game I saw earlier but couldn’t carry. I buy it then head out to the main road to stop a taxi.

1(Thursday is the last school day in the week in my school)

2(Usual plans usually have something to do with spending money and going out with friends)

Usually when I don’t want taxies they crowd the road, but, as usual, when you want one, you won’t find one. It was late, and I was starting to worry. Syria isn’t the safest country on earth you know. Thus, deciding to move to a different location in hopes of finding an empty taxi, one suddenly stops next to me. It had two men; they were paying the chauffeur and “looked” like they were getting out. Turned out that only one guy wanted to leave, the other just wanted to sit on his former seat (the seat next to the driver.) Thinking that I should move on, the driver peered out of his window and asked me where I was heading. I told him, he asking the guy next to him, and they decided to take me.

From the minute I got in I knew the taxi guy wasn’t regular, my guts felt it. He seemingly was laughing from a racist joke made by the other guy sitting next to him about Kurds. I didn’t say anything; I tend to keep to myself. After the old passenger got to his stop (about 2 min later); he asked the driver how much money he owed, because this was a type of rogue taxi (he didn’t seem to have the Taxi Meter that counts the money depending on how much the taxi drove (I don’t know what it is called.)) The driver, surprisingly, said 50 sp! For 2 min driving! That is A LOT, for a ride like that he should have paid like 15 sp. I, again, didn’t say anything, and the poor/stupid passenger paid without saying anything either.

After moving on the road a bit, the driver invited me to the seat next to him. I, of course, denied. What do you think you would have done? A Syrian jumpy taxi driver that likes making jokes along the way late at night, asking you to sit next to him! No sensible guy (unless he is huge) would accept.

After telling him how to reach my grandmother’s house (he didn’t know I am going to my grandmothers’ house) he stopped infront of the house. I thanked him and got out to be able to reach into my side pocket to pay him. I took taxies from my school to my grandmother’s house plenty of times, and I knew the estimate amount that I should pay the taxi (The amount that turns up on the Taxi Meter.) The amount was as estimate of 30 sp, depending on the traffic. I reached into my pocket, knowing I didn’t have change to give him a 40 (I like paying them a little tip or something) I gave him a 50. I stood there expecting some change. But noooooooo. This dude wasn’t normal. I should have probably listened to my guts. The guy didn’t just want an extra ten, nor a 50. He was going much higher for a 5 min ride.

He took the 50 (One piece of paper bill) and started feeling it. Why is he feeling a paper bill? Then he looked at it, looked at me, and said “I want a 75” Apparently the simpleton was expecting me to give him a 100 sp paper. I was like WTH? Is this guy serious? Apparently he was, because when I expressed how flabbergasted I was at his request, he made a face no mentally sound human being would make. It’s really is hard to explain, it was more like a mentally deformed adolescent “trying to be funny” kind of face. Can you imagine that kind of face? No…. Neither can I, I never knew it was possible till this guy made it. The face was accompanied with a squeaky sound that sounded like a squeaky “Really? Who told you that?”

I replied “Dude, I took a taxi several times here, and I usually pay the same amount each time, around 40!”

He stood, staring at me for a while, then, unexpectantly said something like this “It is my fault for making you into a man” plus other gibberish which I couldn’t catch because he pressed the gas a sped off. Of course it took me a minute to realize that he probably did all the drama to just try and take an extra double of his rightful amount, with nothing to lose and a minimum of 10 sp extra ( the 50 I gave him and the same 50 he ran away with.) Typical Syrian taxi, what do you expect? Some respect?