Taken for I Magazine, also at the National Music Conservatory.
Monday, October 31, 2005
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Monday, October 31, 2005
It's Free and it's almost Eid.
You could give away cloth as well.
Please save his number;
Abu Islam: 079/5586905
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Thursday, October 27, 2005
(Click on Photo to enlarge)
2 days ago People from Aramex called and asked if I could do a photo shoot, I agreed.
Departure: 6:30 AM
Desination: Al-Mafrak
Purose: Aramex Donates food and cloth
"Gool lal Malek Abdullah" she screamed yelled shouted and whispered. "Tell him about this, tell him about what you saw here." she held my hand, I didn’t try to let go, "Gool Walah La Agolo!"
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Wednesday, October 26, 2005
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Saturday, October 22, 2005
I walked the Balad in search of beauty to fill my CCMOS. I came across an abandoned mannequin on the side walk, she spoke of more emotions than the beings around her, her nose was disfigured and so was the environment, she wore sunglasses and was missing the lower part of her body. I got closer to her and felt she’d become uneasy, I shushed her and began snapping my shutter without reluctance, I then hear the men behind me giggling “Oh thy Merchants of Downtown look upon thee, this colorful Lad thinks it’s real”
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Thursday, October 20, 2005
It feels like I have paid a visit to the Mokhabarat. I'm sick, I took the day off and I still woke up at 9:09, god damn the Body Clock. (Going back a week or two) Its 2:43, I'm stuck in a traffic jam. "Allah Yewafgak Ya Khoy" her voice cracked in more ways than I thought possible, just another Um-Uthaina traffic light, a female, still wrinkle free held an ill baby, went up to different windows of different cars spotting sympathy. There he was, apparently a rich father of the two young girls in the back seat, five or six years old. She tried exposing the baby's face, I watched while the young girls climbed over one another to get a glimpse of its face, once they did they gaped at it. Three seconds later the woman walks away and the two girls in the backseat have big smiles on their faces, they lifted their hands and shook them, forcing themselves to giggle. Below: (from a website that discuses the works of Sigmund Freud)
"The defense mechanisms, Denial involves blocking external events from awareness. If some situation is just too much to handle, the person just refuses to experience it. This is a primitive and dangerous defense, no one disregards reality and gets away with it. It can operate by itself or, more commonly, in combination with other, more subtle mechanisms that support it." The picture is a year old, its the most relevant I thought.
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Monday, October 17, 2005
This I took for I Magazines next issue.
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Friday, October 14, 2005
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Wednesday, October 12, 2005
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Tuesday, October 11, 2005
NEW YORK (AP) -- A 9-year-old girl pleaded guilty to second-degree manslaughter Friday, admitting she fatally stabbed her 11-year-old playmate after a tug-of-war over a rubber ball went sour. CNN(the whole story )
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Saturday, October 08, 2005
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Saturday, October 08, 2005
"I have found little that is (good) about human beings on the whole. In my experience most of them are trash, no matter whether they publicly subscribe to this or that ethical doctrine or to none at all. That is something that you cannot say aloud, or perhaps even think."
"A man should not strive to eliminate his complexes but to get into accord with them: they are legitimately what directs his conduct in the world. "
"Neurosis is the inability to tolerate ambiguity."
"The impression forces itself upon one that men measure by false standards, that everyone seeks power, success, riches for himself, and admires others who attain them, while undervaluing the truly precious thing in life. ."
"America is a mistake, a giant mistake."
Sigmund Freud
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Friday, October 07, 2005
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Thursday, October 06, 2005
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Thursday, October 06, 2005
I get to work 10 minutes early so I decide to go for a 10 min ride. I hate the gardens street, I hate seeing people yawn when I want to, I hate wanting to turn back home, I hate wandering off so early. 5 minutes later, an old man approached the window of my car, dressed in blue, had a white beard and torn apart slippers on, held Al-Dostoor Newspaper “Read about the American who pointed a gun at kids” he says, I peaked at the picture trying to avoid direct sunlight, had a few flash backs of yesterdays series Hour il 3een and Tareek il Wa3er, smiled at him, he smiles back with the 6 of his remaining teeth. Goddamn telecommunications, digital broadcasting, foreign policy, the UN, the conspiracy theories, the US dollar and globalization they’ve just ruined my morning.
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Monday, October 03, 2005
Ramadan, The month of worship and Mosalsalat (T.V. Series), it's the month of Orbit, the month of Khiam Ramadan with tormos and Bingo, month of tabooleh and magloobe, month of fool and homos, maftool and, i dont know maybe Zahra.
For me, I plan on doing a Kitmeh (reading the Holy Quran), planning to quit smoking after 40,000 cigarates in last 10 years, I'm planning to drink a lot of Amar il Deen and to Watch Hoor il 3een. I have too much on my mind to make this into a poem.
Happy Ramadan to you all.
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Sunday, October 02, 2005
Laying on my recliner under a cool breeze of air from the back window, smoking a perfect Marlboro Light (Amreeky) while sipping on my blood orange juice, watching 24 season 4. Jack shoots, Jack is shot, life goes on. It was as perfect as it gets on 4AM, I hoped the sun would sleep in. Then like all stories I heard a noise, I live on the 4th floor noise could only be made from an obese neighbor having trouble sleeping, at 4 AM all noises should be distinct, I muted the TV and slightly moved my neck to the left while half blinking my right eye, It sounded like a cat was in a plastic bag and wanted to get out, but from miles away, I got up, looked outside the window, there were no cars no people, the rays of the orange street lights were disturbing yet not enough to distract me from hearing the sound, I looked around and saw something fidgeting next to the garbage. More than 150 feet away, I thought it was a cat at first, then it turns out it's man, tearing up every bag that was in that garbage can as if he was looking for doze of a drug he had gotten addicted to, only thought rushing through my mind was terrorists on 24 saying Allah Akbar before attempting any murder. he wore a black pants, black shirt, black cap and at 4 am, it was clear he didn’t want to be seen, I looked back inside the room and saw remains of snacks and fruits on the table for the maid to clean up, I grabbed my camera took a few shots and thought about how far away our worlds were, if only a sperm and egg met else where I could be there fighting him for a crushed Pepsi can. 
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Saturday, October 01, 2005
I need a laptop and a calculator,
I want to make use of technology,
I want to color my teeth blue and be seen in red,
I'll utilize technology and become self sufficient and expressive,
I need either kind of nets, cards, a Microsoft waterproof chip
And some creative sounds to join millions,
Let me have initiative and build a site,
Using my hands and over-used mussels, ill sweat bleed and feel back pain building it,
Ill carry pixel's on my shoulder while I drag wagons of codes and designs,
So at night I can feel masculinity knowing I built something of architectural value presenting part of my modernized wisdom.
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