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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Strike in Amman ??, ADPTD

I came across this facebook group/event that is calling for a general strike in Jordan on the 4th of May to protest on the continuous increase of prices.

Their goals as they state in the group are:
1. To force the government to make real actions in order to stop the inflation of prices. (As if the government hasn’t tried, and still trying, all what it can do about it)

2. Keep the prices of Gas and electricity as it is currently. (As if it is in the hand of the government the increase of Oil prices around the globe)

3. Stop selling national’s properties. (A lot of Jordanians are concerned about this issue. It has some advantages and some disadvantage. Requires a long debate here)

4. Forcing private sector to increase the prices of their employees. (How wise that would be? The government did already pushed private sector to do so, but they can’t really force anyone)

They are calling people to stay at their homes on the 4th of May till 11:00 AM, and not go to work. They claim that this is a civilized way for protesting without causing a real trouble altough at the very first of their message they say that this call is for the eyes of Jordan and for the support of those who striked in Egypt!! Why are we striking for the Egyptians??!

I am all for civilized reactions and communication with the government for any cause, but I really wonder how much such strike can cause? If you read the newspaper, you would tell that the government is concerned about the inflation of prices more than anyone and they are trying their best to limit its effect by different means. King Abdulla himself interfered more than once and gave direct orders to the government to take certain actions.

Reality is that what is happening is a global crisis. The inflation of oil prices is affecting everyone. We are not immune to that, and such strikes won’t solve the problem. What we can do is try to decrease our expenses and produce more. Strikes would only make a bad situation worse in this case.

They call the strike, the stike of the honorable men! To me honorable men are the ones who work hard to make a good life for their families, not those who whine for the government to feed them.

What is ironic that this facebook group contains many member of the upper class of society where I doubt such inflation in prices have a major effect on their lives! Some of the members in my own contact friends list do drive mercedes and live at the very riches neighbourhood in West Amman!

I don’t like to use the term ‘faffies’, but if the spoiled youngsters of west amman is calling for a strike for the inflation of prices, what are the other Jordanians living around the country doing to deal with this crisis? Are they working their ass off to meet theirs and their children basic needs?

Posted by Anas Z. Talhouni at 14:07:02 | Permalink | Comments (1) »

Saturday, April 19, 2008

This is what I call it a blog article, King Talal by Anas Talhouni

Thurs. while I was waiting for my friend to come, I saw that old good looking guy, he looks like a typical Jordanian who I was looking for to take a picture of him, so without any hesitation I went and asked him if I can take pics of him, and he told YES…

Then I sat beside him and told him to tell me a story, and without any E A O, he told me the following…

He told me that he want to tell me a story about King Talal of Jordan, I was excited because I never heard any story of him, and I feel like he has a lot of stories, so he started by telling me

“while King Talal was our ruler and king in Jordan, he used to dress up like beggars and go inside Amman streets and evaluate people, one day while he was going to the TAMWEEN, where the Government give Sugar and Rice, “Abu Adeeb” was there with him, the TAMWEEN was in Al- Mesdar beside the Tobacco CO. anyways the policeman there was talking and letting girls go in, neglecting all these old men and women, King Talal then went to the police station, the in charge policeman there was Shaher Abadi, Mr. Abadi said “welcome Hagi how can I help you” and king Talal said: there was a policeman who is chitchatting with girls and is not doing the exact job he should do, Mr. Abadi smelled something wrong and knew that the beggar was King Talal, and Mr. Abadi ran to get that policeman from there, and start asking and investigating, the policeman denied any of this, so Mr. Abadi took him inside and throw that dirty water and told him to stand still, in front of you is King Talal, the policeman was crying for forgiveness, by the way he is from a well known family in Salt, and he promised he wont do this again”

My point of mentioning this story, always give the right to the people, and always do what is right, even if you want to do something wrong, do it but know that there is a god up there looking at you…

King Talal was a real man, there were no security police in any of Amman streets, he was there all the time on his horse checking on people, looking after them

All what I can say is May your soul rest in peace King Talal, and may those days come back again… I wish I was there these days (that was my dream)

Posted by Anas Z. Talhouni at 10:40:37 | Permalink | Comments (2)

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Amaaaa Of its has been 1 year

who believes that one full year has been pasted hence i first opened my BLOG
indeed days move so fast…

in here i would like to tell you I’m sorry coz i wasnt that good bloger, and wasnt possting everything, i have a lot though to share with you and discuss with you guys out there…

i wish i would be more active for the next up coming years, yet would like to confirm that i wont close this window where i and any of you can share thoughts…

Posted by Anas Z. Talhouni at 14:26:01 | Permalink | Comments (2)

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Don’t even thinking asking for my HELP again

There is one thing that I really hate in people, this thing that really fcuks my mood and fcuks everything, basically this thing is when you help someone and this someone goes away boooom like this, without a deep and a real thank you from his/her heart…

See, when you your time and effort for someone for the sake because he/she asked for, and you and from a sweet heart and a nice gesture from your part you help this guy/girl… and all what you might expect for is a “Thank You”…

Thank to my Ex. Boss “D.S” back during my days at Fastlink, for bringing this issue in to my surface yet once again, it has been almost 3 years now, and it has been 1 year since I wrote this subject, OMG, as if it was yesterday, I remember when and where did I wrote this paper… WAW my thoughts and feelings never changed hence I wrote this during my training days at CAB… J yes I’m laughing at my-self

Back to our subject, D.S confirmed that people don’t deserve loosing this time and efforts on them, hence she knows that they don’t credit nor thank the person who helped… though she confirmed that helping people and supporting them is a good thing, as long as it doesn’t affect your time

She confirmed that there are some people whom are using me, utilizing my good heart, and as long as you did the job they asked you for, they turn their face neglecting your time and efforts, they even don’t remember you in those gatherings that they may arrange, I’m not asking to join nor to come, the idea is always can be counted… they don’t call you in Eid or in your Birthday, yet once again the idea will always counts…

I don’t know Amigo’s, but I’m sick of this, and I will SAY no to all those whom I feel they are using me, and I will not lose time anymore with them… though I know myself I won’t be able to do it, but at least I will try, and I’m going to remind myself with this more often even in my blog

And behold to the picture guys this may happen to you at anytime also… (heheh)

As a last thought she told me and I’m quoting “Anas, only do care about yourself, your time, your family”

Dina Wallahi you were more than right, and always you will be there in my mind wallahi in every aspect and every moment… and I’m literary not exaggerating Dina, you were more than a mentor and a god father (mother ) for me even through that glances means of time we spent together…

I’m here crediting you for all the efforts you did and doing and will do, and thanking you for all that time you spent with us

Posted by Anas Z. Talhouni at 14:33:44 | Permalink | Comments (2)

Thursday, March 27, 2008

I will die trying Polar’s-1

Did you ever think of me?
As your best friend, as your mother
I was there always thinking of you,
Behold I’m not complaining.

I’m sure that you never tried to feel.
This vibration and you never tried to reach

Did I ever think of you as my enemy, then why you are?
Behold, I’m complaining.

So many things I’d forgotten throughout those years, in this world that we share,
With so many things for me to ask, but never asked for the madness there.
Strange how you can find yourself

There’s only one thing that is confusing me.
Was it you? Was it me?
With so many questions unanswered that is part of my mystery
But you all will see results soonest that I thought

Posted by Anas Z. Talhouni at 09:14:28 | Permalink | Comments (2)

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Premier Jour by Anas Talhouni

Eye to eye with you, I saw that Friday’s child almost there where I can catch him, that Friday before the rain and before that prayer

Walking and moving towards that mountain path, crying and shouting, what did I do to receive what I have received?

I’m the one who to blame or is it **** …

Thought are coming, and yet before the rain, and before reaching to the temple de Kushrova, I will water and fire things up, and will say what I feel, fearing from no one, but from that dark lights in front of me, and from that DAY that I won’t forget, but is it **** or I’m imagining things up

Posted by Anas Z. Talhouni at 14:54:38 | Permalink | Comments (2)

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

How to use the SQUAT.. hamam arabi, Aans Talhouni

two days ago i was forced to use …. AY AY AY

Rule One: Exhaust all other possibilities.

If you are truly in need and condemned to use the squat toilet, comfort yourself with the knowledge that you are several thousand miles from friends and family. No one has to know.

Proceed as follows:

Most stalls do not have toilet paper. This is the best time to realize this. Either take paper from the general dispenser in the bathroom area or preferably bring your own as it will be made of tissue and not plywood carpaccio.

Approach the squat toilet apprehensively and make sure it’s not covered in stool. If it is covered in stool, choose another stall. If another stall is not available, accept the cards that have been dealt you. This is a good time to come up with a title for your experience such as My Great B.M. Adventure or Disgusticon One.

Close the door to the stall, knowing full well the handle has more germs on it than the entire population of Botswana.

Place your feet on the appropriate foot grids, assuming they are not covered in stool. If they are covered in stool, place your feet on the least fouled space you can find, being careful to maintain balance.

Unfasten and drop your trousers and underpants, making sure that they do not make contact with the urine and stool covered surface area.

Grimace and ask yourself if a country with such a toilet can or should ever be a superpower.

Assume a squatting position like a competitive ski jumper. Stick your ass out like a whore in a 50 Cent video. This is a good time to pretend you’re not a miserable tourist with your pants around your ankles, squatting over a barbaric poo hole.

Use your right hand to prevent the soiling of your trousers and underpants by holding them off the ground and pushing them forward, away from any Danger Zone. This is perhaps the best time ever to be a kilt-wearing Scotsman.

In your left hand should be the assortment of paper/wipes/anti-bacterial sheets you intend to use after you are finished with your production.

You would think you would want your left hand to brace your squatting self against the stall wall. However, the stall wall is covered in nose nuggets and as such is not touchable. At any rate, if you have a penis you will need your left hand for guidance anyway.

For the penised: Use your left hand to aim it away from your trousers and underpants. Point it backwards between
your legs - as if it were a rocket engine designed to propel you far away from this alien hellhole. At the same time be sure not to drop any of the objects in your left hand as they will be rendered horribly irretrievable should you do so.

If you do not have a penis, use the left arm to balance yourself - waving it around wildly rather than touching the snot covered stall wall or filthy support bars (if any).

If you are able to maintain balance for several seconds, you are ready to begin bowel evacuation. At this point the bulk of your focus should be towards the quick evacuation of your bowels without soiling your clothing, missing your mark or - God forbid - losing your balance and falling.

For aiming purposes keep your head tucked between your legs - like a bombardier on a very unpleasant mission assigned by General Squalor.

If your aim is true you will have the pleasure of watching poo (yours) drop down a deep, dark hole to a resounding ploot. If it’s not true, you will have the pleasure of watching poo (yours) come to rest on the floor between your legs.

After you have completed your bowel evacuation, DO NOT STAND UP. Remain squatting and miserable.

Continue using your right hand to prevent contact of your trousers/underpants with urine/stool. Place your tissues and wipes in your left hand on top of your underwear/trousers and select the items you need for wiping.

Wipe and curse culture simultaneously, all the while maintaining the squatting position.

Do not drop soiled tissues. That would be too easy. Sadly, the 16th century plumbing can only handle poo. Soiled tissues are to be placed in the bin behind you. Without leaving the squat position, twist your body in order to see the bin and make a good throw. Don’t worry if you miss, as it’s obvious from the poo-sheet pile on the floor that even the squat-tastic natives are no Michael Jordans.

Once sufficiently wiped, humiliated and traumatized, you may stand and re-underpant and re-trouser yourself. This is a good time to reflect on your life and also a good time to try blacking out these last ten minutes - like a freshly-sodomized felon might do.

The filth-covered flush button is behind you and may or may not work.

Open the door to the stall, again knowing the handle has more germs on it than a decade of scrapings from Paris Hilton’s tongue.

Exit the stall and never, ever, ever get yourself into a situation where you have to do that again. But first, wash your hands until they bleed

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Monday, March 10, 2008

Voulez Vous— a song that you can relate to Anas@ anytime :)

People everywhere
A sense of expectation hanging in the air
Giving out a spark
Across the room your eyes are glowing in the dark
And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end
Masters of the scene
Weve done it all before and now were back to get some more
You know what I mean