tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28274534449992603712024-02-07T04:50:02.883-08:00Jotting Down My Thoughts: In EnglishA blog in which I attempt translating some of my thoughts into legible words and sentences. Most of what I write are inner conversations and reflections into my own life. I don't really know if any of my writings are directed towards the readers rather than myself, but everyone is welcome to read what I write.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052969351016484075noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827453444999260371.post-58206203510381376852012-12-27T10:12:00.000-08:002012-12-27T10:12:21.690-08:00Indie Game : The Movie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was a long and
tiresome trip: I kept travelling from one airport to the next. Barely having
enough time in between stops to rest. I was in the last part of the trip and I
have spent almost 22 hours travelling…</div>
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(The
total trip time was 26 hours!)</div>
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Imagine being
exhausted, sleepy, in physical pain, and bored all at the same time and you
would know how I felt at that moment. I wasn't really in the mood to watch
anything on that plane. But I decided to turn on the screen in front of me
anyway. Scrolling through the menu, it turned out that I already knew and saw
most of the films and TV shows available on that flight. So in a moment of
despair, I decided to look into the documentaries section; a genre that I like
in general but for some reason I used to ignore during flights. Of the
available titles, one caught my eye: a Canadian documentary from 2012 called
"Indie Game : The Movie".</div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">"Hmm... A documentary about video games. And
it's Canadian! Interesting!"</span></div>
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Being myself;
someone who is crazy about games, I had to watch that movie. Suddenly all the
aching and tiredness was gone and I was eager to hit the "play"
button! And so I did…</div>
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As the title
suggests, the movie is about independent games and their development. The movie
concentrated on three specific games and their independent developers. What was
interesting about that movie were the stories as well as the direction. It
followed the developers of those three games into their personal workspaces
which were usually their homes. It followed them through various stages of
development and showed a side that we rarely get to know about with such
developers. I was surprised to see how personal those projects were. Those were
not just games; they were the very lives of their creators!</div>
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Being
"Indie", the creators had to do everything themselves. Everything
from concept, story, art, programming, testing, bug fixing, marketing, to
customer support and everything in between relied solely on them. So it was quite understandable that they had to sacrifice their personal lives and
dedicate themselves to their projects. They've even lost money and yet refused
to work under someone else's authority in order to preserve their independence.
But the price they paid was that they had to spend tremendous effort and be
under overwhelming stress. With that said, they still treated their projects as
if they were their own babies; nurturing them and watching them as they grow
little by little day after day over a number of years. You can see their pride
when something —no matter how little— works right. And you can see their worry
when something goes wrong. You can feel how terrifying it was for them after
all the hard work to release their "children" and send them to the
world; how powerless they felt when their projects were not under their
absolute control anymore and they had to face the different reactions of users
from around the world.</div>
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For me to see the
amount of creativity and dedication those people had; it was inspiring to say
the least. And I can definitely relate to some aspects in those stories. But
there is also another thing about that movie that I've noticed. And in fact, it
is why I decided to write this post in the first place:</div>
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Even though the
games in question were huge hits and had great successes, and even though the
movie crew were there to capture the exciting reactions to the wonderful news
right from the beginning; the developers weren't as excited as one would
expect! And that really caught my attention.</div>
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I'm sure that deep
down, those developers were happy. But their initial reactions to hearing that
their games were huge successes were more of long sighs of "finally letting
go" of the weight of all the stress, fear, and terror of things going the
wrong way. They loved their work so much and spent so much effort on it that
they became terrified of it being rejected or finding that all their
"upbringing" was in vain. So for them, hearing that their
"game" did "exceptionally well" was not as important or as
exciting as the realization that their "babies" have grown up and are
now out in the wild and doing "fine"; so that they can have their sigh of
relief and move on to think about their next project…</div>
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That's how I think most of
us behave. In our moments of triumph, we focus on all the fear and stress that
we've accumulated and bottled inside and how we can finally relax. Then
immediately afterwards we start thinking about what's next; forgetting to enjoy
the moment and celebrate our success.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052969351016484075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827453444999260371.post-15790901331595851932012-10-29T09:27:00.001-07:002012-10-29T09:27:33.595-07:00Mental Block!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It has been a while
since I've tried to write anything..</div>
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I can't believe how
difficult it is to write! I thought that by creating a blog, I would be
motivated to write every single day about every single thing that comes to my
mind. Especially that I'm not trying to be a poet or a novelist; I just want to
write what I think and reflect about. To me, it sounded like common sense that
having a blog (or two) would automatically make it easier for me to write and
share. But in reality, I feel like it made it even harder! Now that my writings
are not just for me anymore but rather for anyone out there to read; the
pressure to put my thoughts into words is much higher. But that is not the main
reason I find it difficult to write. Lately, I have been feeling like I am
having a continuous mental block.</div>
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I can't read, write,
or enjoy any of my favorite hobbies -- including drawing. I can't think of
anything new or creative. It's like seeing my own brain being locked up behind
a giant lock for which I have no key! And this makes me irritated, anxious, frustrated,
and angry!!</div>
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It's against my
nature! That's what makes it so annoying. I can't stand being so unproductive.
In my mind, I should always be drawing something, designing, reading, writing,
working on a project, presenting to an audience or doing whatever comes to
my mind. Some people might disagree with me, but even playing games should be
part of that list. I believe that it requires some level of creative thinking,
skill, and coordination to be able to play. For me, that was how it used to be;
I used to do all of the above. But not anymore!</div>
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When it comes to
writing and drawing, I haven't come up with anything new in a while. I can't
think of anything. And when I do have a spark of an idea, I can't build upon it
or elaborate on it. My mind simply goes "blank"! Even when I have
something that is ready to share; I think a thousand times before hitting the
"share" button. And most of the time, I decide not to share! My
hesitation is much worse than it was. The problem is: I don't know why!</div>
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It's ironic that I'm
trying to think about not being able to think, and writing about not being able
to write! I guess I just have to start somewhere. But what can I say? What
should I do?</div>
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I have no clue!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052969351016484075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827453444999260371.post-6275522477220636242012-08-11T09:21:00.002-07:002012-08-11T09:21:43.673-07:00To My Lovely Wife<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I've been meaning to
write those words for a long time now. I've been meaning to share this message
with you and the rest of the world so that everyone would know how much I
appreciate you. I wanted it to be in writing so that those words can be
preserved throughout our lifetime, possibly even beyond.</div>
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I wanted to thank
you for accepting to have me as your husband, as your partner, as your
companion, as your friend, as your confidant, as your supporter, and as your
biggest fan.</div>
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I wanted to thank
you for being my wife, my sole partner, my true companion, my best friend, my
trusted confidant, my biggest supporter, my number one fan, my beautiful bride,
my guardian angel, the queen of my heart, the mother of my child, my pride and
joy, my soul mate...</div>
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I Thank you for
being by my side no matter what. I Thank you for supporting me in all my ups n'
downs. Thank you for taking me despite all my flaws. Thank you for all the
love, affection, support, and encouragement. Thank you for all the smiles and
all the laughs, all the hugs and all the kisses, and all prayers and all
wishes.</div>
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Through your
unconditional love and support, and through your faith in me and my abilities;
you managed to pull me out of my worst states and darkest hours. Even at times
when I doubted myself, you believed in me. Without you, I would be lost.
Without you, I would lose my mind and go nuts! You are what is keeping me sane.</div>
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Thank you for being
you. And thank you for being the best part of my life. Thank you for all that
was, is, and will be between us.</div>
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I also wanted to
apologize to you. I'm sorry for all the flaws that I have --and I know there
are many of those. I am sorry if I have not lived up to your expectations. I am
sorry if I have not been as supportive as you would want me. And I am sorry if
I have ever said or done anything that upset you.</div>
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Looking back at our
time together --now that we just marked four years of our marriage-- I have
nothing but good memories. You have made the last four years much more
beautiful and wonderful than they could have ever been. You have taught me what
it feels like to be in love and be loved, to have someone to share the laughter
with, to have someone who would always listen when I need to talk, to have
someone who I can always turn to, to have a shoulder I can cry on…</div>
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I wish I could be
better for you. Because, the way I am; I don't deserve to be with you. And I'm
so lucky that I am with you. Because you deserve only the best.</div>
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May God bless you,
protect you, strengthen you, and give you all the joys of this life and the
afterlife.</div>
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I love you. And I am
looking forward to all the years I am going to spend with you.</div>
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From the bottom of
my heart,</div>
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Ayman</div>
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P.S. writing those
words reminded me of the song "Pictures in My Head" by Westlife. It
pretty much speaks my mind:</div>
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Thank
you for tomorrow</div>
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When
you're gonna call me</div>
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Thank
you for the weekend</div>
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When
you're gonna see me</div>
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Thank
you for the memories</div>
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We
haven't made yet</div>
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You've
always been a part of me</div>
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Even
before we met</div>
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Thank
yon in advance for the love you give me</div>
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I've
had a glance of the good life</div>
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You'll
be there when nobody believes me</div>
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I've
gone through it all in my mind</div>
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I
can see me looking at you</div>
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At
the start of the day for all my life</div>
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I
can see me dying to hold you</div>
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On
my way when I'm driving home at night</div>
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I've
got these pictures in my head</div>
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These
pictures in my head…</div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052969351016484075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827453444999260371.post-55053010081321160702012-05-27T17:32:00.001-07:002012-05-27T21:12:57.855-07:00What Would Have Happened?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I was driving one
day near a busy local street-market, crowded with merchants and their tables
full of merchandise, buyers crossing in every direction, groups of children
riding their bicycles, and cars trying to squeeze themselves through the
narrowed and crowded street; suddenly came some reckless teenagers in their car
blasting their way through that market! They were going at least 80 km/h; which
might not seem that much compared to what we witness on our streets everyday,
but imagine that kind of speed in that busy marketplace! They appeared so
suddenly in front of me as they were entering the market area. And they almost
caused an accident with me!</div>
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I honked my car's
horn out of startlement and anger. And I got my reply from those teenagers in
the form of a middle-finger gesture and the screeching sound of their tires as
they drove away. I went in my way. One turn later, I was surprised by the same teenagers
driving behind my car, then overtaking me and harassing me by pretending to
want to hit my car with theirs!</div>
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They ended up
stopping their car in front of mine. By that point, I was furious. They were
the reckless ones! And as it turned out, they had the audacity to turn around
the block only to come after me! Then they used their car as a weapon and
threatened me! And they finally stopped in front of me challenging me to
respond!</div>
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Well, I responded!</div>
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I unbuckled myself,
stepped out of my car in anger, and looked straight at those stupid teenagers
who were still in their car looking at me through their rear-view mirror, and
then I used my entire strength and the full capacity of my lungs to shout as loud
I can in sheer anger "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" and without waiting
for a reply I continued "COME HERE AND SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT!". I
even amazed myself at the intensity of that shout. I never thought that I could
shout that loud! Everyone in that street was looking at me. And the children
stopped their bikes and were anticipating a fight. Of course, all what I've got
from those brats was the same hand gesture and the screeching sound of their
tires as they've escaped the scene again. Still furious, I stepped back into my
car and went in my way...</div>
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The reason I'm
writing about this incident is that it made me wonder: Was the situation really
worth my anger? What would have happened if those teenagers reacted differently
to my shouts? Was I really able to stand up to them? What would have happened if
they were carrying knives or even guns?! Was it worth my time and energy (and
maybe my life) to react to those boys?</div>
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I couldn't help but
wonder...</div>
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How would've you
reacted to the same situation?</div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052969351016484075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827453444999260371.post-32995706239094669442012-05-04T18:06:00.000-07:002012-05-04T18:06:26.812-07:00Why Do We Share?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>"I only started
writing in an effort to release some of my tension and bring myself closer to
healing." --Myself</i></div>
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Those are the words
I used almost a year ago. And those are the words I would like to start this
brand new blog with. I don't mean to sound cocky and arrogant by quoting
myself. And I have no doubt that there are many wiser people whom I can quote;
people who have said it better than I did. But to me, it is not about who said
it better; it is about whose words are more relevant. And I don't think that
anyone's words are more relevant to me and to what I want to say than my own!</div>
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Although this
article speaks about me writing, I have some confession to make at first:</div>
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I
never had a diary before. And I never thought of having one.</div>
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I
was never a writer before. And I never thought of becoming one.</div>
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I
was never a poet before. And I never thought of becoming one.</div>
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I
was never a blogger before. But I "sometimes" thought of becoming
one…</div>
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But during a time of
despair, I tried to write down what I felt. I tried using writing as a tool to
force myself to think rationally instead of listening to my depressed mind. And
to my surprise, I found it to be quite a relaxing and enjoyable experience!</div>
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I've decided to make
writing a habit. And now my newly found aspiration is that one day I would
publish a book of my own -- regardless of what that book might be about.
Unfortunately, I'm no where near that level. So I decided to take it one step
at a time. And the most sensible step to begin with is to start my own diary.
And so I did…</div>
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Admittedly I have to
say: Despite calling it a "diary", it is more of a scrapbook!
Therefore, I wasn't trying to write on a daily basis or trying to list what
happened to me during the course of the day. Instead, I started writing down
short sentences, small paragraphs, little pieces of information, thoughts that
crossed my mind, situations that led me to think, and things that made me
wonder. The problem is, I left most of those pieces unfinished!</div>
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Since I've started
almost a year ago, I've managed to assemble a collection of more that forty
incomplete essays. Right now, I'm trying to complete those essays as well as
start new ones. And although I have a couple of essays that I've already
finished, I don't feel satisfied yet. The reason why I'm not satisfied is that
I haven't shared them yet. And that is when I decided I should start my own
blog.</div>
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Some of the people
around me might argue that it's not a very wise idea to share some of my deeply
personal thoughts and feelings. They might argue that I'm exposing myself and
my weaknesses to the world; something that might bring me more harm that good.
But I have an answer to that:</div>
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First of all, we are
all human beings. We all have weaknesses and flaws. And no one is perfect. So
even if I didn't expose them, I do have flaws just like everyone else.</div>
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Second, I don't
care! If anyone wants to use my flaws against me, then so be it! I want people
to know me and accept me the way I am. Not the way they want me to be. And if
exposing myself like an open book is going to cost me a friendship, a job, or a
social status; then I'm well-off those things. Again, I'm not being arrogant. I
just want people to recognize me for the person I am; flaws and all…</div>
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Last but not least,
I want to share because I need to share! In fact, we all do! Because sharing
helps us feel better everyday. And we do share in many different ways. Not only
in writing, but in many shapes and forms; whether that was a conversation over
a morning cup of joe, a family meeting, a private talk with our spouse or a
close friend, a phone call, an email or an online chat, a written article in a
newspaper or a blog, a talk show on television, or a video blog… etc.</div>
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We share thoughts
and ideas, emotions and feelings, opinions and views, plans and dreams, and
many more. We do so because we were not meant to live life alone, because we
can't survive without having someone to share with, and because we can't carry
on without people to speak to and hear from.</div>
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It's in our nature,
our blood, and our instinct to look for ways to socialize and share the
contents of our curious minds. And we will forever continue to do so, whatever
the means we use.</div>
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We share because we
need the attention. We need to be heard and recognized. We want to tell
everyone that we exist. And we want to know from their reactions and
interaction that our opinions matter. We need the recognition that we are an
influential part of our society.</div>
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We share because
sharing is a vent for our suppressed feelings and emotions. It's an escape from
the hardships of our stressful daily lives. We share because we find
conciliation in knowing that we are not the only people with problems. And by
speaking about our own struggles and hearing about the others', we find inner
peace.</div>
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We share because we
need to hear about each other's achievements . We need to be motivated by
people's success stories. We need to give each other hope. And we need each
other's support.</div>
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We share because we
want to change our world. Because we want to make it a better place. Because we
need to see it as a brighter place. We share because we desire the good and
despise the bad. Because we want the best for ourselves, our families, our communities,
our countries, and rest of mankind.</div>
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We share because we
need to entertain and be entertained. We share because we need to smile and
laugh. We share because sharing helps us feel better. Because sharing helps us
heal…</div>
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