<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:49:57.486-07:00</updated><category term='AKON'/><category term='Queer'/><category term='Syrianism'/><category term='Shitous'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='LaLaLand'/><category term='Cairo'/><category term='Cinema'/><category term='Ray'/><category term='Swine Flu'/><category term='Perez Hilton'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Me Likes'/><category term='Al-Hamdullah'/><category term='My Nightlife'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Third-Worlder  Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-3970475918518404493</id><published>2009-10-19T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:05:15.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Ice Age 3: Dawn of The Dinosaurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Ice Age 1 introduced us to Sid (voiced by John  Leguizamo), Manny (Ray Romano) and Diego (Denis Leary); a group of wildly funny  ice age animals. Ice Age 2 followed their journey running away from the Meltdown  of the world around them, and now, Ice Age 3 takes our joke-cracking,  American-style living ice ages groupies to a whole new world, an undiscovered  world of Dinosaurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/StxjHMEoAKI/AAAAAAAAANo/GmX_tDHIOOQ/s1600-h/iceage3poster.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/StxjHMEoAKI/AAAAAAAAANo/GmX_tDHIOOQ/s320/iceage3poster.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;While the first movie of the Ice Age, 2002, series  was a family movie, with loveable hug-y characters, and although all of them  were so deeply and creatively created, they did their job well as cartoon  heroes, aiming for children as audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Now, the sequel was much different, Ice Age: The  Meltdown, 2006, was trying to gain more audience, making sure that parents and  older brother or sister would like to watch the movie as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;They needed a safety net, a way for grown-ups to  actually advice other grown-ups to take their children to the movie, everyone in  Hollywood knows that the word of mouth is the number one advertising tool, so  they added all this two-faces jokes, where the grown-ups would get the joke in a  “naughty” way, while children would enjoy the movie as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Well, the latest installment to the movie, our  topic for today, took the lead from the sequel and worked its way up, taking the  bar higher, a bit too high maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;The problem is not the jokes, it’s the fact that it  doesn’t work for youngsters anymore, this time, while you’re laughing your head  off to the adults in-jokes, the children would look a bit off track and ask you:  why did he say that, mummy?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;A new edition to the famous group is Buck, a  vendetta-seeking character following his white-Whale of a dinosaur, British  actor Simon Pegg gives a voice to the well-written and beautifully inspired  character equally from Captain Jack Sparo and Captain Ahab of Herman Melville’s  Moby Dick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/StxjGK2_ZNI/AAAAAAAAANg/dv0YRxlT_q0/s1600-h/ice_age_3_foreign_poster_3d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/StxjGK2_ZNI/AAAAAAAAANg/dv0YRxlT_q0/s320/ice_age_3_foreign_poster_3d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Of course, Ice Age wouldn’t quite be the same  without Scrat, who is still following his nut all over the land of Earth, around  the snow and underneath the dinosaurs claws, but the only difference is a nicely  created character called Scratte, a female who has eyes on his acorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Like usual, Scrat hopeless quest to get his nut is  running parallel to the movie giving it a funny yet action-packed segments every  now and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;No question asked, the movie is nicely flowing,  with 3D technology adding amazing scenery to the already amazing movie, but  still, maybe taking your children with you to see it is not such a good  idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-3970475918518404493?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3970475918518404493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/ice-age-3-dawn-of-dinosaurs.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/3970475918518404493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/3970475918518404493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/ice-age-3-dawn-of-dinosaurs.html' title='Ice Age 3: Dawn of The Dinosaurs'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/StxjHMEoAKI/AAAAAAAAANo/GmX_tDHIOOQ/s72-c/iceage3poster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-5153093344615889512</id><published>2009-08-06T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:42:45.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al-Hamdullah'/><title type='text'>Arya - My second book</title><content type='html'>So, yeah, and after almost 9 months of deliverance, here you have it.&lt;br /&gt;my second collection of short-stories is finally out.&lt;br /&gt;Arya - a Book of short-stories, although in Arabic, is going to be in stores starting next Sunday, and I invite all of you to join the book signing event &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next Sunday 9th of August 2009 at 8.00 PM in Hanneen Bookstore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arya is the second book written by yours truly, Ahmed Ramadan, it includes eleven stories, all connected by the thin line between reality and the fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;The book can be described as a journey between creatures of our reality facing abnormal situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SnrroWe2qEI/AAAAAAAAANY/LxMH9YL_5kE/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SnrroWe2qEI/AAAAAAAAANY/LxMH9YL_5kE/s320/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366860984427653186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover by Ahmed Mogahed&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed/Danny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-5153093344615889512?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5153093344615889512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/arya-my-second-book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/5153093344615889512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/5153093344615889512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/arya-my-second-book.html' title='Arya - My second book'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SnrroWe2qEI/AAAAAAAAANY/LxMH9YL_5kE/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-301482847358580799</id><published>2009-07-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:55:04.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shitous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo'/><title type='text'>Broadway in Egypt?! Are You Kidding Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h8k_GGqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BImDCq3-yEY/s1600-h/john_travolta_in_grease_wallpaper_2_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h8k_GGqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BImDCq3-yEY/s320/john_travolta_in_grease_wallpaper_2_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359039406198364834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very special play in my heart  for both “&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077631/"&gt;Grease&lt;/a&gt;” and “&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0055614/"&gt;West Side Story&lt;/a&gt;”, being two of the  first Broadway musical adaptations to the big screen I’ve ever seen  in my life, so when I was passing by the Opera House couple of weeks  ago and saw that big fat ad about “Broadway comes to Egypt!”  featuring songs from both plays, I simply couldn’t believe my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h71kXh_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/UsyhtjaUpNs/s1600-h/grease-grease-the-movie-4560449-408-472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h71kXh_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/UsyhtjaUpNs/s320/grease-grease-the-movie-4560449-408-472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359039393469794290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, I’ve never been to New York,  let alone Broadway, but I consider myself well educated in the musicals,  as I follow up with the latest and greatest of the Broadway shows, I  don’t miss a single screen adaptation, and I – secretly and shamefully  – know all famous Broadway songs by heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h7oJyNCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xT7Q4HBYVLA/s1600-h/grease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h7oJyNCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xT7Q4HBYVLA/s320/grease.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359039389868635170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Thinking that the tickets are going  to be super expansive, I didn’t even bother going to the Opera House  to ask about it, but my well-informed network of friends told me that  the tickets actually are in the range between 25LE and 10LE, and I thought  to myself: Hell Yeah, and went to buy couple of tickets, still not totally  believing that I’m actually going to see a Broadway production, and  I considered myself lucky when the guy at the Opera ticket booth told  me that I got the last two tickets for the Saturday show, while the  Sunday show was fully booked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h8UV2V2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/gRJKyIk_X6w/s1600-h/grevvase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h8UV2V2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/gRJKyIk_X6w/s320/grevvase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359039401730398050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Going there all dressed up was a pain,  but I kept my spirit up by singing “You’re The One I Want” from  “Grease” with my date, and got in the Opera House feeling slightly  bad because of the bad seats I got, but who cares! I’m watching B’way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8irUxmxJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rVeDYuQY278/s1600-h/West_Side_Story_22343t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8irUxmxJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rVeDYuQY278/s320/West_Side_Story_22343t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359040209300669586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;At the door, they gave us a booklet  with the names of people working on the show, and I was kinda relieved  when I saw the name “Michael Parks Masterson” as the choreographer  and stage director of the show, knowing that the guy worked in Broadway  before, and played some major roles in different plays in the United  States and Japan, I had the feeling that the show is not going to disappoint  me, now that was a mistake, and the show did disappoint me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h8ycH8aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VkVYxpwKjuM/s1600-h/west_side_story.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h8ycH8aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VkVYxpwKjuM/s320/west_side_story.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359039409809781154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;The show turned out to be an end-of-the-year  production for some drama club in AUC, expect for the times when this  Michael guy and the Opera dancers were on stage, the rest of the show  was a major Blah in the world of Broadway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Most of the songs they choose to play  from both “West Side Story” and “Grease” were the  ballads, sang by the Opera singers, admitingly, some of them have incredible  rage of voices, but Broadway is not about singing, Broadway is about  the Showbiz, who cares if WSS’s Tony has an amazing voice if he can’t  pull three dancing steps together, who gives a damn if Grease’s Danny  can sing “Summer Nights” if he doesn’t have the ability to do  some basic dancing steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Knowing what in his hands, the director  of the show had to cancel some of the most amazing songs from both shows,  and working by himself on the stage to give the Broadway show to one  of the songs only, as he played the DJ Kenicke character, giving an  amazing performance to the song “Greased Lightening”, but his efforts  were lost in the long boring ballads and nonstop silly semi-dancing   movements of his team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8irr80ylI/AAAAAAAAANA/oHoT-5QTa1k/s1600-h/WestSideStory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8irr80ylI/AAAAAAAAANA/oHoT-5QTa1k/s320/WestSideStory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359040215521741394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;The shocker was that some of the singers  can’t actually pronounce English properly , giving the whole show  a feeling of unprofessionalism to it, forcing you to disregard the big   names on the cover of the booklet; American Embassy in Cairo, American  Voices, Cairo Opera Company and – of course – Broadway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;A problem you can always put your fingers  on whenever you see such a show in Egypt, they always seems like they  ran out of time, they always work like they started preparing for this  show the day before yesterday, and this show didn’t take enough time  to prepare, giving it a feeling of a high school production rather than  a Broadway show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Let’s be honest here, having a Broadway  show in Egypt is a dream long awaited, but to pull such a good idea  you need to organize it, to work on it and sweat for it, to bring actual  production to Egypt, not just have the logo of Broadway on your booklet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;I expect to be uplifted and entertained,  which I had whenever real professionals took the stage, referring to  the Opera House dancers and the American director, but whenever the  show falls in the hands of the AUC kids, I just felt like falling asleep  in my seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-301482847358580799?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/301482847358580799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/broadway-in-egypt-are-you-kidding-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/301482847358580799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/301482847358580799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/broadway-in-egypt-are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Broadway in Egypt?! Are You Kidding Me!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sl8h8k_GGqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BImDCq3-yEY/s72-c/john_travolta_in_grease_wallpaper_2_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-969040900282771728</id><published>2009-06-28T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:54:11.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LaLaLand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likes'/><title type='text'>One arm and a Michael song</title><content type='html'>My shoulder hurts, if you're a friend of mine you would know that my shoulder is my weak point, my bad part, my akhilleus ankle, so, I'm wearing what you would call an arm sling to protect the shoulder, you can imagine now that typing this post is a pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject, I wasn't planning on writing anything about Michael Jackson's death on my blog; don't get me wrong: I love the guy, but I'm not the kind of guy that goes with the wave and write silly tributes about the people who keep dying, they'll always do, and it's much more beautiful if I kept my thought to myself and let them rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the office on Friday morning (first day in the weekend here in Egypt) to write about the death of MJ, I did an elaborated bio and published it on our website and sent it to our clients, then I went home to sleep, couldn't sleep, went to the swimming pool where I - of course - overdid it, and I had the wear the arm sling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept playing what I have of MJ music, which is not much, most of his No.1s and couple of my favorites and then I switched back to Dido and Amy Whinehouse, and forgot all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the office nobody is talking about MJ, most people around me now are talking about the addictive WAKA WAKA game on Facebook, he only died three days ago, but nobody is interested anymore ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one arm, and not to bore you with details, I started looking for videos from MJ, for no reason whatsoever, I found one, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PmN0dwDR1wo"&gt;a 9 minutes long video for "Smooth Criminal"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching it, I remembered, my first PC, my first CD that I've ever bought myself, my first video I've ever played on my first PC from my first CD, my first fight with my father about that sinner guy who keep touching himself while dancing, my first time I ever try to actually know what the hell he's saying in English, my first time I understand that he's asking "Anne" if she's OK, who's Anne, and why she shouldn't be OK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom, my tears started to run down my face, I feel like part of my teenage years just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson: Thank you for the music, I never believed that you were a bad person, although I had my doubts, but now, I just want to thank you for my childhood years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise never to forget you, and that someday, I'm going to force my kid or my nephew to listen to your music on a rusty CD, tell him that this is the kind of music that created our generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-969040900282771728?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/969040900282771728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-arm-and-michael-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/969040900282771728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/969040900282771728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-arm-and-michael-song.html' title='One arm and a Michael song'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-1709438355375127432</id><published>2009-05-26T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:49:45.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shitous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al-Hamdullah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo'/><title type='text'>Egyptian Equality - NOT!</title><content type='html'>So, here I'm setting in the cafeteria, it's the break time, and after translating God-knows how many articles in the last three hours for work, I just wanna be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv2eqwTYI/AAAAAAAAALw/yTL4i_MEE2M/s1600-h/prggayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv2eqwTYI/AAAAAAAAALw/yTL4i_MEE2M/s320/prggayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340406977378930050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you would know, if you were ever in one of this office's cafeterias, it's the right time for some people, with nothing better to talk about, to show off their new hunts of mobiles, and play the latest funny/tacky songs or videos they have to their friends in a show-off kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv2j9rL-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/l_yxB0T7sPk/s1600-h/S_S_world.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv2j9rL-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/l_yxB0T7sPk/s320/S_S_world.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340406978800463842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You actually can categorize people depending on what they play on their mobiles at these times, the three 30something boys there with naughty laughs are watching porn, the couple of people in the corner with wet arms after cleaning up for prayer are playing Quran or watching the latest fatwa from El-Shikh something-something-or-another on the mobile, and the younger generation are playing the latest song of Haifa Wahbi or listening to the latest funny video someone downloaded it from Youtube.com, and of course there's me, the guy who just wants to be left alone, drinking his Pepsi and almost dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv2DTaprI/AAAAAAAAALo/QgevOXpg7Uo/s1600-h/prayfer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv2DTaprI/AAAAAAAAALo/QgevOXpg7Uo/s320/prayfer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340406970033284786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eavdroping on the next group, half interested in the latest mobile joke they're playing I hear the fight starting:&lt;br /&gt;- No! No! No! Haram (It's a sin), you have to delete this NOW!&lt;br /&gt;- Oh! com'n .. it's not even mine, it's just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;- NO! you can't make jokes about Quran reading, do you understand!?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see, the mobile joke the guy was playing was about someone talking normal stuff (I went to the market, I bought a carrot, and it tasted nice) but with a twist, he's saying all of that in the same tune of "singing" that they Shikhs do when reading Quran.&lt;br /&gt;Tajweed, it's called, it's a way to read Quran in a beautiful rhythm, of course there's different ways and tunes, and of course there's the Egyptian reading and the Saudi reading etc. it's a huge science really, something that you study in school if you're raise Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv1kgvsLI/AAAAAAAAALY/JWcQW-uDkgo/s1600-h/bible.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv1kgvsLI/AAAAAAAAALY/JWcQW-uDkgo/s320/bible.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340406961767690418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot about it, and got busy with my own mobile when I heard the conversation turns into actual laughs:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, that's totally OK! it's actually funny!&lt;br /&gt;- HaHaHaHa!&lt;br /&gt;Ha ?! what is so funny?! I mean in the end of the day I'm still in Egypt, when anything that touches Islam is enough for you to be hanged ..&lt;br /&gt;It turns out to be another joke of the mobile, this time the guy - same guy as before - is saying the same normal words, but this time with the same tune that Christian psalms are, and the people are laughing about it like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on a second, are you serious now?! I had to get to that conversation, I had to say something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv1_eFcBI/AAAAAAAAALg/SSAeNLmomoo/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv1_eFcBI/AAAAAAAAALg/SSAeNLmomoo/s320/prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340406969004290066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You know?! it's a religion as well, why you're not treating it the same way?!&lt;br /&gt;- It's not my religion, they're wrong anyways so why not making fun of them!&lt;br /&gt;- you're wrong in their eyes as well, why don't you allow them to make fun of you the same way you allow yourself to make fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;- HEY! of course not! I care about my religion, it's the right one! Islam is the right religion and it's what God said.&lt;br /&gt;- Well, Christ said that Christianity is the real deal, what difference does it make?! both you and a Christian man are getting your information from different sources but in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh Shut Up! what do you know about Islam ?!&lt;br /&gt;- I know enough, and anyways this is not about Islam, it's about social equality! where's the brotherhood of Egypt and the "The religions belongs to Gods, and the Land belongs to everyone else" ?!&lt;br /&gt;- That's not what Islam says!&lt;br /&gt;(Here, thankfully, couple of other people agreed with me that he was wrong, he should delete both jokes, of course, I believe that if he wants to keep the songs he shall, but not delete one and leave the other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the cafeteria knowing that the guy didn't change his mind, he felt that everyone agrees with me because logic was on my side, but he still believe what he believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-1709438355375127432?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1709438355375127432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/egyptian-equality-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/1709438355375127432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/1709438355375127432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/egyptian-equality-not.html' title='Egyptian Equality - NOT!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Shzv2eqwTYI/AAAAAAAAALw/yTL4i_MEE2M/s72-c/prggayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-1149448166998749850</id><published>2009-05-17T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:03:50.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shitous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swine Flu'/><title type='text'>That's so Swine-Flu of you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sg_8uO_mqWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/x6xwNVqrHD4/s1600-h/3pigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sg_8uO_mqWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/x6xwNVqrHD4/s320/3pigs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336761954686380386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're living in the same galaxy as I'm, you would be well-informed about the swine-flu thing that's taking over people minds lately, it's more of a fashion thing actually, the swine-flu is the new black of summer 2009 and everyone is wearing masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sg_8unWZicI/AAAAAAAAALI/IJmVUxJYdIM/s1600-h/swine-flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sg_8unWZicI/AAAAAAAAALI/IJmVUxJYdIM/s320/swine-flu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336761961224440258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, question, does anybody knows what "Swine Flu" really is?!&lt;br /&gt;That is a very interesting question because, obviously, no body actually knows what that kind of sickness is, everyone is scared shitless of it, but no one understands it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, the Egyptian government decided to kill all the pigs in the country, a whipping number of three hundred thousand plus pigs, amazing, right?! specially that none of them is actually sick, and that the virus doesn't depends anymore on the pigs, it's a person-to-person sickness now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sg_8udiUCtI/AAAAAAAAALA/JzY8rUlwuxs/s1600-h/swine-flu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sg_8udiUCtI/AAAAAAAAALA/JzY8rUlwuxs/s320/swine-flu1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336761958590057170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government as well found it extremely funny when an Irish tourist and his mother landed in Egypt with a normal "Flu", but of course a single sneeze on the plane and everyone started screaming like little girls, the poor Irish guy did nothing wrong (other than being Irish of course, the damn red nose and weird English), and suddenly he found himself and his mother in the Fevers Hospital (mostashfa El-7meeyat) in Abbasya, a place I used to live near by, and to be honest, there's nothing healthy about it, the way I remembered, it's just scary looking.&lt;br /&gt;of course, the guy had a normal influenza and was sent back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Ads were spread all over the metro in Egypt, asking people to avoid "crowded places", thous avoiding the swine flu, and I was wondering as I saw them if the people who created those ads actually took the metro before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt is a crowded place, really, really, really crowded, if you mange to avoid crowd you're actually a superman, a super-hero, a person who can tele-port or something.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was talking to a friend who're traveling to the States for a month, a clubing trip he called it, and I was like "Yeah, please don't come back with Swine-Flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sg_8uNwm22I/AAAAAAAAAK4/JFO37JPoDrM/s1600-h/n523940577_6701243_1902458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sg_8uNwm22I/AAAAAAAAAK4/JFO37JPoDrM/s320/n523940577_6701243_1902458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336761954355043170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with him coming back with the sickness is not the fact that  he might spred it all over, not that all the company will be sick and no body would work, the problem would be that nobody knows what to do with it here, and most likly, if it actually breaks nobody will go on TV and tells you that, rather than a phone call on air in some goddamn local TV program to Mr. Healthy McHealth asking him about the rumers of spreading the sickness, and he, of course, asuring you that everything is safe and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-1149448166998749850?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1149448166998749850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-so-swine-flu-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/1149448166998749850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/1149448166998749850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-so-swine-flu-of-you.html' title='That&apos;s so Swine-Flu of you!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sg_8uO_mqWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/x6xwNVqrHD4/s72-c/3pigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-9081067904135137341</id><published>2009-05-07T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:32:01.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likes'/><title type='text'>Poke Her Face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SgKqKHf3XgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LoWcUFPZVD4/s1600-h/gagagagag__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SgKqKHf3XgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LoWcUFPZVD4/s320/gagagagag__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333011999548202498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Poker Face" was a Chart-topper song, that took &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Gaga"&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/a&gt; to the next level, instead of being a one-hit-wonder girl singer, famously known for her "Just Dance" song, GaGa became a worldwide success story and now,  you just can't stop reading about her new hair color, her new outfit, and her Goddamn cup of tea she takes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SgKqKWnjOdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UmN2yEKgAHs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SgKqKWnjOdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UmN2yEKgAHs/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333012003606968786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kanye_West"&gt;Kanye West&lt;/a&gt;, on the other hand, was never my cup of tea, his attitude of "Fuck everyone else, I'm the Goddamn legend" that really pisses me off, however, I like his couple of his songs, specially his "American Boy" song (maybe because it features Estelle) , &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FG5cFYMuZb4&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=6F997663D10B8B72&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=33"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SgKqKOlIJdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/twf7dloFqRY/s1600-h/estelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SgKqKOlIJdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/twf7dloFqRY/s320/estelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333012001449321938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard that song, actually, when I saw the parody couple of Egyptian boys did it, titled "Egyptian Boy", which was REALLY hot! Do &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7d00LEacEY&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=38B20932D5E4182B&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for the hilarious video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SgKqKgDX6GI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-6O7LzNUXsg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SgKqKgDX6GI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-6O7LzNUXsg/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333012006139586658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, like usual, I'm getting somewhere, and that "somewhere" is actually a street track called "Poke Her Face", done by Kanye West and friends, playing the same Lady GaGa hit, but with a twist, GaGa consider this song to be the ultimate meaning of "Poker Face", and actually called it "the Real Poker Face", and Kanye takes about sex, drugs, threesomes and other stuff in his virsion of "Poker Face".&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to the song if you&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2009-04-06-i-poke-her-face"&gt; clicked on this link&lt;/a&gt;, and you can read the lyrics&lt;a href="http://geniusbeauty.com/music/i-poke-her-face-lyrics%E2%80%93kid-cudi-lady-gaga-kanye-west-common/"&gt; on this link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, listen to it and tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-9081067904135137341?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9081067904135137341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/poke-her-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/9081067904135137341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/9081067904135137341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/poke-her-face.html' title='Poke Her Face!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SgKqKHf3XgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LoWcUFPZVD4/s72-c/gagagagag__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-7661058795384780496</id><published>2009-04-30T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:55:19.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perez Hilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likes'/><title type='text'>Funky Arabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmtBYK6_WI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gsnvVA2WfFU/s1600-h/647184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmtBYK6_WI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gsnvVA2WfFU/s320/647184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481873149427042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name is Jad Chouiri, famously known for his slut-y ways directing female singers in a sexual videos that looks like 80s soft porn movies, and sharing the fun with couple of videos for himself, showing the "true" Lebanese in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmsteSo_nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CVs581_orKc/s1600-h/647182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmsteSo_nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CVs581_orKc/s320/647182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481531195031154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is "Funky Arab" a new song by Jad Chouiri, and it's the talk-about nowadays in the office and in front of the coffee machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sfmss-TWI3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/9UrzvZ2DJIg/s1600-h/647179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sfmss-TWI3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/9UrzvZ2DJIg/s320/647179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481522608055154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the video, you can watch it by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4D6hJA846M"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, Chouiri is raping his way inside a nightclub, a Lebanese one by the look of it, with his friends, they all look extremely glamorous, wearing Prada and D&amp;amp;G, and the new &lt;a href="http://www.merchdirect.com/perezhilton"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt; of the gay blogger/designer/celebrity &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/"&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;/a&gt;, with flashes of people from both sexes flirting, man-on-woman flirting, man-on-man flirting, and orgy-flirting, if there's such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmssxMukZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eGJQ32cVrMg/s1600-h/647178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmssxMukZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eGJQ32cVrMg/s320/647178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481519090635154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as he goes in the club, full of people wearing Shirts with slogans like "FUCK REHAB" or "TEAM PEREZ", he sings about the fact they we (Arab boys and girls) are not what you (Non-Arab boys and girls) see on CNN and BBC, we can be funky and we got guts, we know how to turn you on, and dance with you till the break of down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmstCP0zII/AAAAAAAAAI4/PHAFA7297V8/s1600-h/647181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmstCP0zII/AAAAAAAAAI4/PHAFA7297V8/s320/647181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481523667029122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sexy, we have color and we know  how to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmtBLV9YFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0O5qx7G_fR8/s1600-h/647185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmtBLV9YFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0O5qx7G_fR8/s320/647185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481869706059858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is actually nice, the beat is quite interesting and goes with the flow, and the cinematography is superb, but I just can't make my mind up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it, I seriously do, Do I agree that all Arab are like the people he point to in the video?! of course not! I can't name three people other than myself who're into the dancing scene and who doesn't give a crap about anything but to live and let live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this song a good way to communicate with non-Arab people and deliver the message that we're not riding camels anymore, and that we actually can pronounce two words other than "Come buy"?! I dunno, but I guess that it's a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmstOOPN1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/1YdoB6yxk4w/s1600-h/647180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmstOOPN1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/1YdoB6yxk4w/s320/647180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481526881597266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kind of people in the world, who study for themselves, and those would know how we're living and understand us, they might have a different or oppose view on us and our life but they know us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmtBX2N8QI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Go9Rx1fDzjE/s1600-h/647183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmtBX2N8QI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Go9Rx1fDzjE/s320/647183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481873062588674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the other kind, the people who doesn't know us at all, and if Jad Chouiri is the one who's going to show them the Arab world, even through Club music and semi-naked Arabs, they be it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-7661058795384780496?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7661058795384780496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/funky-arabs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/7661058795384780496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/7661058795384780496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/funky-arabs.html' title='Funky Arabs'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfmtBYK6_WI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gsnvVA2WfFU/s72-c/647184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-2322006338078042622</id><published>2009-04-23T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:13:58.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shitous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perez Hilton'/><title type='text'>The Beauty and The Blogger</title><content type='html'>In what you might call a modern-day spin on the &lt;em&gt;Beauty And The Beast&lt;/em&gt; fairytale, a cat-fight started couple of days ago in the event of "Miss USA pageant" between famous celebrity blogger &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and Miss California &lt;b&gt;Carrie Prejean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Perez - openly gay and known to be the owner of a very controversial blog - asked Miss California if she believes in gay marriage, which she replays with an answer he did not expect.&lt;br /&gt;To watch the video, please click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XMvviFbkf0"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfA74h4wN7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jKMhVvZx1Yg/s1600-h/California_USA_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfA74h4wN7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jKMhVvZx1Yg/s320/California_USA_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327824201534420914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 21 beauty started her answer complimenting her country, before stating her believes; a marriage is something between a man and a woman, for which was booed according to a latter-on interview with Perez Hilton, but the TV broadcast censored that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prejean didn't get the crown that night, taking the place of the first runner-up, which Miss North Carolina went home with the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfA739eC2iI/AAAAAAAAAH4/x59LJIk9LH4/s1600-h/6a4186504529366e_perez-hilton-lucas-400a051807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfA739eC2iI/AAAAAAAAAH4/x59LJIk9LH4/s320/6a4186504529366e_perez-hilton-lucas-400a051807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327824191758719522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Perez went home furious that night, didn't change his clothes, didn't bother to feed his dog, he jumped in front of his laptop camera and posted &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YI1u6bZ39YE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;video on his website, a blog that had more than three millions clicks over a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Video that lasted for 2.25 minutes, Perez went on calling the woman a damn bitch and a stupid person, assuring us that her answer should be the worst answer in the history of Miss USA pageant, which I'm sure he knows by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfA74BEzUII/AAAAAAAAAIA/v0O9T9a9vt8/s1600-h/3175413541_93e4066e8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfA74BEzUII/AAAAAAAAAIA/v0O9T9a9vt8/s320/3175413541_93e4066e8f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327824192726585474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm sure Perez knew that the whole thing is not about his fight for homosexual rights or his hurt feelings over the answer he was given, it was about more clicks on his website, more gossip about himself over all TV channels, that was his re-born 15 minutes of fame, and he needed to take advantage of it asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who calls a 15 years old singer a slut, and draw penises over people's mouth in his blog, got to be on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Larry King Live&lt;/span&gt; two times in less than a week, three different interviews with other TV channels, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy Kimmel&lt;/span&gt; - a famous comedian - made a parody about the whole incident, and people are talking, and talking and - yet more - talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfA74TlScCI/AAAAAAAAAII/-rWHgD-V-WM/s1600-h/perezhilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfA74TlScCI/AAAAAAAAAII/-rWHgD-V-WM/s320/perezhilton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327824197694681122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was a shallow superficial TV gossip, and everyone is taking his turn to show up, styling the thunder from the actual Miss USA, everyone is so into it to the extent of everything being ridiculously over-spoken about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing has never been about a small group of people fighting for rights, it was about Perez Hilton and Miss California and the shallowness of the people following up, more clicks on the famous blogger website, more people tuning in to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fox News &lt;/span&gt;to see the interviews with the 21 years old woman, who makes sure to say the Lord's name every three seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think by any chances that the fight between people who want to accept gay people and the people who're not accepting gay people shouldn't  be held between a silly 21 years old beauty queen and a 30something years old drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them shouldn't be the face of such an important fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-2322006338078042622?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2322006338078042622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/beauty-and-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/2322006338078042622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/2322006338078042622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/beauty-and-blogger.html' title='The Beauty and The Blogger'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SfA74h4wN7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jKMhVvZx1Yg/s72-c/California_USA_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-4943201945236140790</id><published>2009-04-14T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:44:26.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likes'/><title type='text'>Al-Khan: Taking Comics to the next level</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuQ2XEIFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rDFLhecTuAM/s1600-h/nlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 71px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuQ2XEIFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rDFLhecTuAM/s320/nlogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324572263952162898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a fan of "Daily News Egypt" you've already seen "Al-Khan", and if you haven't, then maybe it's time for you to.&lt;br /&gt;Al-Khan is the first-of-a-kind &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comic_Strip"&gt;comic strip&lt;/a&gt; here in Egypt, although the art itself was out and about in the Status and Europe starting the 30s and the 40s, but it never been published in the Arab world, maybe because of the stereotyping anything with drawings to Children Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSvG9jTg6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/9k7xfK-deX8/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSvG9jTg6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/9k7xfK-deX8/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324573193595487138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, that's not true, giving the fact that the idea of "Gig-a-Day" is mainly aimed for adults, as a daily response to society's day-to-day news using characters the readers are used to, and how the news are effecting their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarik Shahin, a famous comics artist and cartoonist, started publishing his daily "Al-Khan" comic strip around May of last year, and it started to give a buzz couple of months afterward, giving the fact that his characters are lovable and interesting, showing the different levels and mintalities of the Egyptian socieity in a daily witty and funny way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuQ1E3fpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/p9x_1EU2Uqk/s1600-h/OMAR_SHUKRI2_big.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuQ1E3fpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/p9x_1EU2Uqk/s320/OMAR_SHUKRI2_big.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324572263607402130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahin took the idea of daily caricature to the next level, adding more value to it, and make it a way to express different points of view through a comic strip that will make you think and respond rather than just read and laugh, and actually gives you a deeper look to the mentality of different people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuQvsF-4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iGOuJP9lqaA/s1600-h/NADA_SALEH_big.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuQvsF-4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iGOuJP9lqaA/s320/NADA_SALEH_big.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324572262161316738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahin makes sure that he won't stand on one side of the river, he gives all of his characters the chance to show how they think, what are their reasons and what impact they have on each others, in a way that's both funny and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuRPTmB8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/_nJRek0yVi4/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuRPTmB8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/_nJRek0yVi4/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324572270648494018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book was really one hell of a read, I enjoyed 80% of it, and the other 20% I didn't get for reasons I think is related to me rather to the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuRLdXfNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eTjoiDx_MVg/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuRLdXfNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eTjoiDx_MVg/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324572269615742162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is published by Dar Malamih, the same publisher of &lt;a href="http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/metro-damned-book.html"&gt;"Metro"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: the photos in this review belong to Tarik Shahin and Daily News Egypt, no copyrigt violation was intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-4943201945236140790?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4943201945236140790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/al-khan-taking-comics-to-next-level.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/4943201945236140790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/4943201945236140790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/al-khan-taking-comics-to-next-level.html' title='Al-Khan: Taking Comics to the next level'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SeSuQ2XEIFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rDFLhecTuAM/s72-c/nlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-4006220770085541598</id><published>2009-04-05T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:35:15.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LaLaLand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo'/><title type='text'>Waking Up in Cairo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sdh7JHQXEFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0J5mPrgcXC0/s1600-h/las-vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sdh7JHQXEFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0J5mPrgcXC0/s320/las-vegas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321138356234948690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- If Beirut is the New York of the Middle East, Cairo should be called "Vegas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray told me that weeks ago in the middle of a conversation that I can't remember,  and I can't figure out why I kept thinking of it all morning long.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the too-strong of a sun that hit my face and reminded me that, just like Vegas, we're in the middle of the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sdh7JIxI33I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3QfCx7940Yw/s1600-h/Cairo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sdh7JIxI33I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3QfCx7940Yw/s320/Cairo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321138356640866162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, it's the taxi drivers who're usually ex-cons or something, who fuck you over everytime you get in their car, but you just don't know any other way to go around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because Thursday night was just too blur to know what you've done, where you've been and why the hell are you wearing your T-shirt inside-out?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because you always feel like telling the next person to shut the fuck-up, or put his money where his mouth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sdh7I4g6Y6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/bgxXfWW3g0c/s1600-h/cairo35pwuo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sdh7I4g6Y6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/bgxXfWW3g0c/s320/cairo35pwuo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321138352277840802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe  because we're always partners in a crime, wither it's drinking till we drop, having outta married sex, making out with whatshisface, dirty dance with whatshername or ending up sleeping on the coach of a person you don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we need a taxi 'cuase you're hang-over, and I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inspired by "Waking Up in Vegas" by "Katy Perry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-4006220770085541598?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4006220770085541598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/waking-up-in-cairo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/4006220770085541598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/4006220770085541598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/waking-up-in-cairo.html' title='Waking Up in Cairo!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sdh7JHQXEFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0J5mPrgcXC0/s72-c/las-vegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-3909378293886049448</id><published>2009-03-31T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:38:33.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shitous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo'/><title type='text'>Metro, a Damned Book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdIcWi9u59I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SxmE-WDP65s/s1600-h/n60328284170_1722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdIcWi9u59I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SxmE-WDP65s/s320/n60328284170_1722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319345283546408914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The book cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.wordswithoutborders.org/?lab=ShaffeeMetro"&gt;Metro&lt;/a&gt;", the first graphic novel in Egypt was released around this time last year, I didn't get to read it and I'm not sure what exactly is its plot but that doesn't change the fact that it's a book, a book that a writer and a illustrator made an effort to write, and it deserves to be published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdIcWRSx0GI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gNROazuCA40/s1600-h/magdy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdIcWRSx0GI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gNROazuCA40/s320/magdy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319345278802841698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mohamed Magdy, the artist behind the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was banned in Egypt weeks after its distribution by &lt;a href="http://www.malamih.com/"&gt;Malamih publishing house&lt;/a&gt;, which also printed the book, and both the writer "&lt;a href="http://www.magdycomics.com/"&gt;Magdy El-Shafie&lt;/a&gt;" and the publisher "&lt;a href="http://sharkawy.wordpress.com/2009/03/30/april/"&gt;Mohamed El-Sharkawy&lt;/a&gt;" are up for a trial because of it ever since, the book - Naturally - is still banned here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdIcWpBdRaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EmkpJFKSy4Q/s1600-h/n563237300_1388211_3761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdIcWpBdRaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EmkpJFKSy4Q/s320/n563237300_1388211_3761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319345285172643234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Publisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunally I couldn't attend the press conference that was held yesterday somewhere downtown Cairo to discuss the latest updates that took place durning the court session that was held couple of days ago, what I've heard through Facebook.com is that the trail was pushed to a later date and the whole supject is still bending at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think that any book has the right to be published even if it was offensive to some people, any writer who has the creativity in him/her should be able to say whatever he/she feels like saying, and the debates between any two groups should take place in more neutral atmoshpere than a court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom of speech in Egypt is not a political concept at all, it's a human right that should be giving to anyone who's asking for it, a right to talk about any subject that any Egyptian can talk about without the fear of being pushed to court, or damned by any group of people, or even the leaders of any religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book might be right in some places and wrong in others, I didn't read it so I wouldn't know, but no person should be banned or attacked because of his/her thoughts or the way it was expressed, and any creative act just be treated jently and with care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from now til that happens in Egypt, If ever, Metro would join a gorup of other books that was banned or attacked, a group that included some of the best Arabic writers in the world.&lt;br /&gt;the list would start with "Nagib Mahfooz" and won't stop with "Metro".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-3909378293886049448?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3909378293886049448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/metro-damned-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/3909378293886049448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/3909378293886049448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/metro-damned-book.html' title='Metro, a Damned Book!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdIcWi9u59I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SxmE-WDP65s/s72-c/n60328284170_1722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-2891921174708270268</id><published>2009-03-30T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:21:16.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shitous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syrianism'/><title type='text'>First To Fight</title><content type='html'>For the first time in I dunno how many years a forward email actually was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually I don't read the emails a certain person keeps on sending me, and I do have a reason for that other than totally hating that person (which I do!), and my reason would be the fact that 99.99% of his emails are about the conspiracy theory that Israeli people or American people are plotting to kill all the Arab (why?! are we more important that the Chinese for example?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdC45r6rJPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pZHImY5sgds/s1600-h/ATT00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdC45r6rJPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pZHImY5sgds/s320/ATT00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318954461105431794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the email was about this new video game on Xbox, a game where the children has to shoot the "pages of Quarn" to gain more points and kill Islamic peaceful people to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Yeah, Right!", shooting the pages of the Quarn won't be in a game for a simple reason, it's not challenging enough for young boys who're the main audience for such games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted the email, and started working, but I notice something, the name of the game the email was talking about does ring a bell, "First to Fight" you say ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdC45SR_inI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NGm5Q75yNUc/s1600-h/00118390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdC45SR_inI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NGm5Q75yNUc/s320/00118390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318954454223915634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled it, and what-do-you-know, here come the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/index.html?curid=5742699"&gt;Wikipedia page of the game&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the game centers around Marine Corps Lance Corporal with the callsign Gladiator 2. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lebanese&lt;/span&gt; Prime Minister becomes ill, and must temporarily leave office to recover. Seeing a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prime chance to control Lebanon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syria&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iran&lt;/span&gt; begin supplying a local militant group, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Atash Movement,&lt;/span&gt; led by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarik Qadan&lt;/span&gt;. As things escalate, Marines are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; inserted into Beirut for the third time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdC451uRZeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RyeaMoyzvJ8/s1600-h/ATT00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdC451uRZeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RyeaMoyzvJ8/s320/ATT00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318954463737767394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't an amazing plot ?! wow!&lt;br /&gt;after all of those years making fun of myself being an Axe of Evil, I turned out to be one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop myself laughing when I read the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The game is not officially endorsed by either the US Department of Defense or the United States Marine Corps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdC46GsRxFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yytICL-ABaI/s1600-h/ATT00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdC46GsRxFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yytICL-ABaI/s320/ATT00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318954468292805714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get offended, giving the fact that I'm Syrian after all, and for more realistic reason as well, I just don't want a 12-year-old boy in Texas to hate me while playing a game and eating a burger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-2891921174708270268?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2891921174708270268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-to-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/2891921174708270268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/2891921174708270268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-to-fight.html' title='First To Fight'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SdC45r6rJPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pZHImY5sgds/s72-c/ATT00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-4487439170065211350</id><published>2009-03-24T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:18:28.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo'/><title type='text'>GAYraini ..</title><content type='html'>Abdul-Fatah Graini raise to fame last year, with an album the blow minds and a style of hair more likely that you'll see it in the fabulous 60s rather than an Arab popstar.&lt;br /&gt;Graini gained so much fame as the hip new singer, who really connect with young girls and hash smoking boys, he looked like one of them really, and made sense to them.&lt;br /&gt;couple of days ago, Graini was throwing a concert in one of the Cairo downtown cafes, he did some OK job, and some people actually stoped him in the street asking him for photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/ScjPCcuro1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ky4BdNrpM-4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/ScjPCcuro1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ky4BdNrpM-4/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316727001089549138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I disapprove or anything, it's always cute to see the love in the eyes of people, but, don't you find it really weird that Graini couldn't let go of the hand of his "friend" to take a photo, let's take a second look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/ScjPCutT3AI/AAAAAAAAAFA/COeEg1LBPaE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/ScjPCutT3AI/AAAAAAAAAFA/COeEg1LBPaE/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316727005915634690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lovely, another piccture just for you to get the "picture".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/ScjPCm2lVYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yxy71-n-tiw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/ScjPCm2lVYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yxy71-n-tiw/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316727003807044994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Graini, darling, love is really in the air, and all this love songs you write and sing to impress young girls are just really true.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that interview that Graini took couple of weeks ago, and talked about the "girl" of his dreams just has a whole different feeling to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda understand why some people in Cairo can be double faced, sometimes they're being themselves not expecting someone to see, but when they know someone is looking they take that "persona" they have created for themselves, it's really fine to decide to hide who you're from the eyes of the puplic specially in a city like Cairo.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that someday people who're hiding behind a mask to be able to work in a certin carrer or have a semi-normal life style in Egypt to just drop that mask, but till then, Graini, sweetie, let the fuck go of your boyfriend hand, and try not to get killed, both carrer wise and actual wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-4487439170065211350?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4487439170065211350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/gayraini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/4487439170065211350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/4487439170065211350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/gayraini.html' title='GAYraini ..'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/ScjPCcuro1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ky4BdNrpM-4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-8423839210847777459</id><published>2009-03-16T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:42:41.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LaLaLand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perez Hilton'/><title type='text'>Water and a Flame</title><content type='html'>Today's song is by both "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel Merriweather&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele&lt;/span&gt;", I got to listen to it while browsing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PerezHilton.com&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sb5HWGz1cWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/m0TlgsM9wMM/s1600-h/arjanwrites_daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sb5HWGz1cWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/m0TlgsM9wMM/s320/arjanwrites_daniel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313763055454482786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might know Daniel from his previous hit "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop Me&lt;/span&gt;", which I really enjoyed, I really liked the music video and all the girls in the bars smiling and dancing while a cartoonish tears are dropping from their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sb5HWBGdgRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QqaSaIuopP0/s1600-h/perez-hilton-lucas-400a051807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sb5HWBGdgRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QqaSaIuopP0/s320/perez-hilton-lucas-400a051807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313763053921992978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perez &lt;/span&gt;never actually listens to the songs he propose to you in "Listen To This" almost-daily post, I have a mental image of him copying the link from God-knows where he gets those songs and paste it on the website before he goes to draw a new p***s on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;'s mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his taste in music is not that great, but sometimes he hits the right song somehow, and this time it was one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sb5HVqOTqqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Nf--HsYXlaM/s1600-h/adele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sb5HVqOTqqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Nf--HsYXlaM/s320/adele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313763047780887202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song title is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water and a Flame&lt;/span&gt;" and it's just fabolous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven day has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;I really thought the pain will pass&lt;br /&gt;It's been nearly an hour since I thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;There's no answer in the phone&lt;br /&gt;I'll settle for a busy tone&lt;br /&gt;At least by then I know that you're OK.&lt;br /&gt;A girl like you ain't meant to go away.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone, there's nothing else I want.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over, there's nothing else I want.&lt;br /&gt;What have I done, Looks like I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Is everything really meant to change?!&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're like water and a flame...&lt;br /&gt;Water and a flame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink to get me out&lt;br /&gt;A couple more till I forget your name.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a boy that looked like you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the well to bring myself&lt;br /&gt;I realize what I wanted wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone, there's nothing else I want.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over, there's nothing else I want.&lt;br /&gt;What have I done, Looks like I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Is everything really meant to change; I guess we're like water and a flame...&lt;br /&gt;Water and a flame…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel: &lt;/span&gt;If you see me coming…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele:&lt;/span&gt; I look away, I look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt; If your mind is made up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele:&lt;/span&gt; I look away, I look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt; If you're wrong about it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele:&lt;/span&gt; I'm ok, I'm ok, Yes I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt; Then all this sorrow and this pain, it's gonna go away.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Together:&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone, there's nothing else I want.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over, there's nothing else I want.&lt;br /&gt;What have I done, Looks like I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Is everything really meant to change?! I guess we're like water and a flame…&lt;br /&gt;Water and a Flame…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; I can't find the song anywhere but on Perezhilton.com, so &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2009-03-15-listen-to-this-an-orgasm-for-your-ears"&gt;here's the link&lt;/a&gt; to the song where you can hear it and leave a comment if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u4:p&gt;&lt;/u4:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-8423839210847777459?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8423839210847777459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/water-and-flame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/8423839210847777459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/8423839210847777459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/water-and-flame.html' title='Water and a Flame'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/Sb5HWGz1cWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/m0TlgsM9wMM/s72-c/arjanwrites_daniel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-489762387834159366</id><published>2009-03-10T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:40:27.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LaLaLand'/><title type='text'>Homie ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SbZBjRGkyYI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yzhb-T_qFfE/s1600-h/comintoyourhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SbZBjRGkyYI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yzhb-T_qFfE/s320/comintoyourhood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311504884672285058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Show: &lt;/span&gt;Homie ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starring: &lt;/span&gt;an editor who started working in my team for couple of months now, with the nickname "Mr.Smelly", and yours truly, Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take One, What was going on in my head when he called me "Homie":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you just call me "Homie" ?!&lt;br /&gt;I said that to him while I start to walk back, he looked at me stupidly and did not reply.&lt;br /&gt;- let me assure you, mate, that we're not in a music video starring Flo Rida, and this is not your own version of "Fresh Prince Of Bel Air".&lt;br /&gt;he did not understand what I was talking about, I did not care ..&lt;br /&gt;- and, I don't think that you can actually have the right to criticize the way I work, the way I deal with you or with others, or even think of trying to befriending me by calling me "Homie".&lt;br /&gt;he took a step back, and was trying to think of an answer, I didn't give him the chance.&lt;br /&gt;- before you do all of that, maybe you should speak proper English.&lt;br /&gt;he tries to take a step towards me, I took a step back:&lt;br /&gt;- and before you can actually have chats with people, maybe you should take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and left him speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Two, What actually happened in real life: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Sorry, What did you just say ?!&lt;br /&gt;I said that, calmly.&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry, I thought that I can ...&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my back and start walking:&lt;br /&gt;- don't think, just do what I just told you to do ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why people are not free to tell other people what they really think ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-489762387834159366?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/489762387834159366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/homie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/489762387834159366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/489762387834159366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/homie.html' title='Homie ?!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SbZBjRGkyYI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yzhb-T_qFfE/s72-c/comintoyourhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-7669342365020679952</id><published>2009-03-06T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:55:34.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo'/><title type='text'>The Exorcism of Oum Mohamed!</title><content type='html'>So, Here I am, standing in my kitchen, feeling all freaked out, and listening to the Islamic chanting of a man trying to get the "spirit" out of our bowaba (door-woman), looking at my roommates who, weirded out as well, stood there next to me, trying to understand what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SbGKew1xakI/AAAAAAAAACw/fUp8OV2aVms/s1600-h/19831__exorcist_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SbGKew1xakI/AAAAAAAAACw/fUp8OV2aVms/s320/19831__exorcist_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310177696757672514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Ray coming to my room and screaming at me to follow him, I was like "WTF" and he screamed at me again, while I was running to the kitchen, I had a list of the stuff that can go wrong, including - of course - a hoax from Ray, but I wasn't ready at all for what I was about to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices were all smashed up first, I couldn't tell, as I was getting nearer to the kitchen window, what is exactly going on in our building, then I could tell there is a guy, screaming "Lord, She's hurt, Help Her", and a voice of a woman crying.&lt;br /&gt;it took me a minute to understand what was going on, it was an exorcism, an Islamic one, going on in our building in the middle of Zamalek, a wealthy neighborhood in Cairo.&lt;br /&gt;the woman started screaming, and the guy told her to "shut-up", asking her "We-ba3deen?" (where all this screaming taking you?!).&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sarah's room, told her what was going on, she looked scared, but she followed me to the kitchen, half believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SbGKe4D-b8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/8RZPQAUR9rM/s1600-h/exorcist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SbGKe4D-b8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/8RZPQAUR9rM/s320/exorcist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310177698696294338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I got back there, the woman was actually vomiting, you could hear her doing that, and the guy was actually hitting her! you could hear him doing it!&lt;br /&gt;then, the guy started to call for prayer, which is an Islamic thing to do when you're preforming an exorcism, which caused her to actually vomit more, so he stopped to tell her that "Waga3" (I wish you more pain) and then continue with his chanting.&lt;br /&gt;While we were doubting whether to call the landlord (or the police), the voices started to fade away, before the peaceful silence of Zamalek was back.&lt;br /&gt;Ray brought the "blue eye" thing and hanged it on the kitchen window, Sarah thought it was something like knocking on the wood, I thought it's has more to do with our peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SbGKfBPb2sI/AAAAAAAAADA/SUHXb5WqwiQ/s1600-h/The_Exorcist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SbGKfBPb2sI/AAAAAAAAADA/SUHXb5WqwiQ/s320/The_Exorcist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310177701160278722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Islamic exorcism, much like the Christian one you see in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070047/"&gt;The Exorcist&lt;/a&gt; or in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0404032/"&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/a&gt;, includes lots of chanting, some prayers, forcing special bread down the victms' throat and hitting them sometimes, to push the demon away.&lt;br /&gt;There are parts of the Quaran that are usually used for such cases, like the parts where God reminds the Devil how He created Adam and ordered him to bow for the new born, in addition to tons of prayers for the Lord to push the devil out of this humble human, and asking for His mercy over this troubled soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought that I'll be able to hear one, but hey, you get to see a new thing everyday here in Cairo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-7669342365020679952?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7669342365020679952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/exorcism-of-oum-mohamed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/7669342365020679952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/7669342365020679952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/exorcism-of-oum-mohamed.html' title='The Exorcism of Oum Mohamed!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SbGKew1xakI/AAAAAAAAACw/fUp8OV2aVms/s72-c/19831__exorcist_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575531409970160609.post-1675458902373787413</id><published>2009-03-01T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:12:30.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shitous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AKON'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo'/><title type='text'>Photos of Mr. AKON Shitous night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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(Yeah, 11 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - DJ Feedoo decided to show us how great of DJ he's, went on lip-syncing couple of songs he wrote, one of them called "Cairo" you know, the cute thing was actually that his mic wasn't working, he noticed that after the end of his act. (he looked like a jerk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Melissa, who's a nobody, showed up to sing two songs, one of them was a summer hit, two summers ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Mr. AKON's show lasted for 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - After taking his clothes off, Mr.Akon started building a bridge of Peace (he calls it) to carwd surf the people to the end of the place (why?! God Knows), had such a butterfly effect that you cannot imagine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr.AKON screaming like a girl "HELP ME!! HELP ME!" in the mic, it seems to me that Egyptian "fans" are more scary than prison inmates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two small light stages fall down on the crowds, later on, the wood that those stages are made of was used by AKON bodyguards to push the "fans" away. (with nails and all).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr.AKON started punching people in the face and in the arms after some people tried to pull down his underwear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 smashed cars, AKON used as a final way to run from "fans" who kept trying to reach him, resulting in a very interesting pumps in the cars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a final song from Mr.AKON and then he went to the after-party somewhere else, where - I'm sure - he'll get more drunk and high.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;so, licking our wounds and cursing the day we thought to go to such a shitous party, we walked our way home, and first thing I did when I reached home, was deleting all the illegally downloaded music I have for Mr.AKON from my Ipod and my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it actually made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;you can find more about this subject on this &lt;a href="http://www.sandmonkey.org/2009/02/27/the-akon-cairo-concert-disaster/"&gt;link,&lt;/a&gt; this &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090228001254AAT7qDu"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;, and this &lt;a href="http://allthegoodnameshadgone.blogspot.com/2009/02/akunt.html"&gt;link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090228001254AAT7qDu"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7575531409970160609-4379648647661109780?l=third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4379648647661109780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/test.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/4379648647661109780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7575531409970160609/posts/default/4379648647661109780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://third-worlderchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/test.html' title='AKON, Sweetheart, You SUCK!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109426484579347815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XCSkpyoXaY/SamA2ngN02I/AAAAAAAAAAg/VkG2NDk0yJQ/S220/Dec+2008+025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
