Children…

Today, I went to the dentist’s for another one of my seemingly endless appointments for dental work. Sometimes I feel like I have some sort of membership card.

Anyway, as I entered the waiting room, I found this cute little 9 year old kid who was flipping through a French magazine, mainly focusing on the many pictures, flying by some and looking closer at some others.

I said hi and sat next to him and pulled a magazine from the stack too and started flipping through it myself.

The boy came across this perfume ad with a guy holding up this big snake, and he asked me: “How can he do that?”
I answered that I didn’t know, to avoid getting into the whole issue of it being a non-poisonous snake and how they can tell if a snake is poisonous or not, and I added that it looked scary, feeling a bit of responsibility there and not wanting him to go and try it if he comes across a snake someday. He agreed, so I felt reassured.

He then started pretending to read, even asking me about a word that I explained to him.

He continued flipping through his magazine, until he came by a picture of the president. He then told me about how he was in the car with his father the other day when they stopped them for the president to pass by.
And he asked me “Why can’t everyone meet him at anytime?”
I didn’t know what to answer, as I didn’t want to get into how and why the president is a very important person and all the security issues involved with his job, so I just told him that maybe there are certain times when he receives people and other times when he’s too busy.

He went on flipping through the pictures until he came across a picture of an American soldier holding a weapon in what looked like a war zone, maybe Iraq.
He asked me “Do you watch TV at night?”, pointing at the picture.
I said: “Do you mean the news?”
He answered “Yes, do you watch all the explosions and shooting?”
I said: “Yes, sometimes I do watch the news and I get to see things like that.”
He said: “I don’t like to watch it. It scares me. I like to watch cartoons.”
I said: “Cartoons are the best thing to watch. I like cartoons too.”

I then asked him what grade he was in at school, and he answered that he was in the third grade. Which made me know that he was a 9 year old, for you who wondered how I knew his age earlier.

He asked me: “And what grade are you in?”
I answered: “I finished school and now I work.”
He asked: “What do you do?”
I said, trying to stay as simple as possible: “I work with computers, I’m a programmer. Do you know the internet?”
He nodded, so I said: “I work on things on the internet.”
He asked me where I worked and so I told him that it was in the Lac region which he said he knew.

I then asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up and he answered that he wanted to be a dentist.

Seconds after that his father walked out from the dentist’s office and the boy said bye and ran away to his father to go home, leaving me thinking about our litte conversation.

I admire how children think, how they analyze things, how they try to understand everything, how they break the barriers between people and start a conversation, how they’re not afraid to ask the questions in their minds, how they are spontaneous and just speak their mind, how they’re instinct guides them to know what’s wrong and what’s right, how they are very peaceful, how they seem to know what they want in life…etc.

I wish we would all listen more to our children and try to be more like them, for they really have more wisdom, purity and innocence than we do, they speak the truth as they see it, they hold our human values by instinct, they see the world the way it should be, they haven’t been twisted and changed by life, they’re simply what a perfect person should be like.

The world would be such a better and more beautiful place to live in if it were ruled by children or at least people who thought like them.

The Truman Show

Yesterday, I got to watch The Truman Show again. This movie has to be one of my favourite movies because I really relate to it.

When I was a child, while other children were worrying about the idea that they could be adopted children, I went a bit further ๐Ÿ˜›
Not only did I worry that I could be adopted, I also worried that my whole life was an act that the whole world was watching.
I suspected that everyone around me was acting and that all the travels we travelled were in the same place with only the sets changing.

Yeah, weird for a child to think that way, but well I did, lol.

Anyway, using logicical thinking, I came to a conclusion that it was not an act. I looked like my parents so there was a big possibility I was their child, and well It was impossible for anyone to change the sets and create a whole other country that fast ๐Ÿ˜›

So that stage didn’t last for too long fortunately. But still when I watched The Truman Show for the first time, I remembered it and I related to the character.

It’s like it’s a movie out of my imagination. That’s why I love it.

Swimming Pool Memories

Yesterday, my wife and I were talking about a friend of mine when I mentioned how his job sent him for a whole week to stay at the 4 star Marhaba hotel in the Al Kantaoui touristic area in Sousse.
This triggered an old memory of mine that is related to this hotel.

I remember when I was a kid, for a couple of years, we went and rented one of those touristic appartments at the Al Kantaoui port and spent the summer vacation there.
I loved it, and I love Al Kantaoui to this very day, it’s a really cool place.

I’d spend most of the day at the beach and most of the night out with one of my uncles or the family. It was so much fun.

Anyway, I also used to sneak in to Marhaba hotel to swim in their cool swimming pool ๐Ÿ˜›
And my youngest uncle used to to try to do the same too.

So, I remember one day, we were swimming in the pool when I spotted one of the hotel people coming our way. So I swam away from my uncle as if I never ever saw the guy in my entire life and I acted like all was good and normal ๐Ÿ˜›
The guy came up to my uncle and started talking to him. My uncle spoke in French in an attempt to make the guy think he’s a tourist, but well he was too tanned and looked too Tunisian to convince, and they told him to leave.

Then the guy headed over to me. Of course, I’m still swimming and acting like I don’t know who that guy they just kicked out is, and like life couldn’t be better.
So, he comes up to me and starts talking to me in Arabic. What I do is I start talking to him in English telling him I don’t understand what he’s saying and asking if there is a problem. Now with my good English, my white skin and my not-so-Tunisian looks, the guy freaks out and thinks he screwed up and made a mistake. He tells me he’s sorry and leaves.
And I get the last laugh, lol…

I did that a number of times as a kid.
I don’t know why I bothered as I’m not really a pool person, I’d rather swim in the sea any day.
But I guess I just did it because I wasn’t supposed to and because I could ๐Ÿ˜‰
Oh well, you know teenagers and all their raging personality proving thingies, lol.

M.C. Hammer

Last night, as I was zapping through the different satellite channels, I found a movie about M.C. Hammer on Multivision.
Having one of those flashback moments, I decided to watch the movie.

It was a nice movie, not anything extraordinary, but nice in a way that it introduced me to his life, how he made it, and how his musical career all ended.

It definitely brought back a lot of memories of the times when Hammer was at the top of his game, when it was “Hammer Time”.

In fact, the first music tape I ever bought was an M.C. Hammer album “Please Hammer, Don’t Hurt ‘Em” including his hit single “U Can’t Touch This”.
Being a music freak, I also remember detecting that the whole catchy tune of that song was actually a rip off from an older song from the 80’s called “Superfreak”.

I didn’t really like much of his work after that, but still Hammer is one of the people who helped in making rap more mainstream.

Man, I remember how my friends and I used to listen to his songs, how we’d be trying to copy his dance moves and all.
Some of my friends even went as far as copying his hair style.
Thank God they didn’t go any further than that, because that guy’s sense of style sucked like hell.

Those were some good times though ๐Ÿ™‚
Oh, memories…

Night Life

Just the other day, my wife told me that I was obviously more of a night person than a day person, which I think might be true.

Anyway, her comment triggered a flashback to a period of my life in which everyone who knew me called me a vampire.

It was back in 1997 in Jordan, and I had just gotten an internet connection of my own at home.
I was over the moon with excitement, and just couldn’t get enough.

In a few days my schedule became as follows:

– Sleep all day long.
– Wake up at midnight and get online (making use of the free connection after midnight offer)
– Disconnect at 7:30AM
– Go to University to attend my morning lectures.
– Go back home at 10AM.
– Go back to sleep.

So basically, I lived in the night during that whole period.
I didn’t see anyone anymore, not even my room mate, because our time schedules weren’t the same.

Another fact that contributed to the nick name “vampire” was my bed. The matress had fallen in between the borders of the bed, making it look more like an open coffin than a bed.
So i actually stepped into bed rather than climbed into it, lol…

So, if you had a friend who slept all day long in some coffin-like bed, and lived during the night, what would you call him ?
Yep, vampire is the word.

I really enjoyed that period of time. Shame it didn’t last for too long ๐Ÿ˜›
I guess I just realized I needed some daylight, or maybe the telephone bill changed my mind, lol…

Countries I’ve Been To…

Countries I've been to...

Tunisia, Germany, Nigeria, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Kenya, France, Portugal, Switzerland, Morroco, Greece, Egypt, Libya, Turkey, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, Jordan, Syria, Thailand.

I love travel. I hope i can grow my list even bigger through the years.
If things go as planned, this year i’ll be able to add Lebanon to my list, as i’m hoping to jump over there for a quick tour in between visiting my wife’s family in Jordan.

[via eclecticism]
[Map created using World66]

Lazy Pakiland Days

Oh, how much i long for one of the old days i used to spend in Islamabad / Pakistan.

I visited Pakistan about 4 or 5 times back when i was a teenager; as my dad used to work at the Tunisian embassy there.
It would be summer time, and as soon as school ended, we’d be picking up our baggage and leaving Tunisia to go spend the summer with my dad in frying hot Pakistan while tourists were flooding into Tunisia to enjoy the summer and the sea.

Back then, Islamabad was one of the most boring cities on earth. Even though Lahore and Karachi were great.
So, my daily schedule was as follows:

  • Wake up at 1PM.
  • Have lunch.
  • Watch a movie.
  • Play computer games while listening to music.
  • Take my bike and go out to the library, music store, video rental store, ice cream store at Jinnah Super Market where i respectively buy magazines, grab some new tapes, rent some new movies, load up with some ice cream.
  • Go home.
  • Watch a movie.
  • Play computer games while listening to new music.
  • Have dinner.
  • Watch movie.
  • Watch another movie.
  • Watch MCM (French music channel) until 7 or 8 AM.
  • Go to bed.

It was really great ๐Ÿ™‚
I created my own lazy schedule and spent the whole summer that way.
Did i suffer from routine ? Nah, it was just perfect that way, lol…
Plus, i’d change a bit in my schedule every now and then, for example sometimes i’d go to Radio City to get movies and tapes instead ๐Ÿ˜›

Now, as i look at how hectic my life has been this past period, i really wish for a few of those old days to come back…
Oh, that would be a delight…

Tunisian Ghost Story

I just remembered this ghost story that supposedly happened in Tunisia. It’s quite a well-known one, and i first heard it when i was a kid.

I have no idea what reminded me of this, but i remember this and other stories like it nearly made me shit my pants as a child, lol…

The story goes as follows:

This guy was out for a night walk in downtown Tunis and as he passed by one of the Belvedere Park’s gates, he saw this good looking girl all alone and feeling cold.
So, he walks up to her and gives her his jacket and starts talking to her and all.

They ended up spending the night together, and then he took her home to her parents’ place.

The following morning, he remembers he never got his jacket back from her, so he passes by her parents’ place to get it, and her mom tells him that it’s impossible because her daughter had been dead for years.

So he asks where she was buried and he goes to her grave. And there, lying on the girl’s grave was his jacket.

Quite creepy, huh ?

Car Sounds

The other day, on our way home and as were stopped at a traffic light, a taxi stopped next to us and the driver pulled up the hand break.
Automatically, and by the sound of the hand break, i told my wife it was a Peugeot 205, and it was.
Of course, i know the sound of a Peugeout 205 hand break and engine because my dad has one and i’ve driven it quite a number of times, and in fact crashed it quite a few times too ๐Ÿ˜›

But, that reminded me of this game i used to play with my friends of childhood in Zimbabwe.
After school, and while we were waiting for our parents to come pick us up, we’d stand with our backs to the parking, and we’d try to guess what type the cars entering were by their sounds.
With time, we actually got to guess most of them right away by the sound of the engine.

I’m quite sure our ability to guess cars from their sounds never added anything to us or helped us in anything in anyway, but still it was fun, and it was our special game ๐Ÿ™‚

I think it’s really interesting how children can be so creative in making up new games and creating new ways to have fun and enjoy themselves.
I wish we could carry that same spirit of fun and creativity with us throughout our whole lives, it would really be so great and helpful.

Change of Eyeglasses

Well, i’m planning to change my glasses very soon, and i’m already wondering how the change will affect my life this time around.

Now, maybe most people’s lifes don’t really change a lot when they change their glasses, but well my life did the last time i changed mine.
I’ll tell you the story ๐Ÿ˜‰

When i went to Jordan back in 1996 to study at the University of Jordan, i was really happy that i would be living alone and free to do whatever i wanted with my looks, life, home, …etc.
It was all the freedom i could ever ask for, and i got it all at once.

When it comes to looks, i used the fact that almost no one knew me, and took the freedom and pleasure of changing my look as often as i wished for, going from normal short hair to long hair to bald to spiky hair to all the weird hairstyles i wanted to try. And in clothes, i tried all sorts of weird combinations and looks.
And well, nobody noticed, because nobody knew me.

Some other background info: I always thought i was quite good looking, but then again who doesn’t think that of themselves ? But i was a bit of a nerd. Yep, always among the top 3 students in the class, not so good with girls, and so into computers, i was always in the computer lab writing some new program. So you can imagine how i’d pass totally unnoticed ๐Ÿ˜›
In fact, throughout my whole life before that, i only knew of 2 or 3 girls who ever had a crush on me, lol. Pretty good for a nerd like me ๐Ÿ˜› (Although i was later shocked to know there were more.)

Anyways, in the summer of 1998, i went home to Tunisia for the vacations (after the summer course), and while i was at it, i changed my glasses, and finally chose a certain MMM look ๐Ÿ˜‰

When i went back to Jordan with my new look, suddenly everything changed and i was no longer that invisible nerd no one knew. All of a sudden, everyone knew me, everyone noticed me, and everyone wanted to be friends with me. Yep, i was the new hot thing on campus, loool…
To add to that, i was introduced to some girls from the faculty of arts then others from the faculty of business (known to have the best looking girls in the university) and started hanging out with them, giving me an even cooler reputation ๐Ÿ˜‰
And so, from being someone who was a total disaster with girls, i became known as the ladies’ man ๐Ÿ˜› And from being a complete unknown, almost everybody knew me ๐Ÿ˜‰

But being the nice guy i am, i didn’t abuse my newly found popularity, and just went on as usual with my life.

Anyway, thanks to that popularity and the people i got to know, i was able to get introduced to the greatest and most beautiful girl in all of Jordan, who is now my lovely wife ๐Ÿ™‚

So, i think that now it’s obvious why i’m wondering what my next change of glasses will bring along ๐Ÿ˜‰
And, hey, you too, be careful when you’re out there choosing your next pair of glasses, they could flip your whole world around ๐Ÿ˜›