Sunday, April 29, 2007

Daily Musica

A new double-blog from 18-year-old Iraqi boy forced to move to Irbil from Baghdad. His first blog is entitled I Love You Iraq and is the place where he lays out his serious, politically-inclined thoughts and ideas, his other blog, which I chose to title him by because it's a little bit varied from what we usually see in Guy Iraqi blogs is his lighter fun side which discusses music, lifestyles etc.
His most recent post is about the only Iraqi boyband, Unknown To No One, and he even has a YouTube link to their first music video. AT THIS POINT, ladies and gentlemen and all of you who love boybands still, it's not 1999 anymore and I hereby feel strongly inclined to expose my devilish fangs and write a very Idol Simon-like review here but for the sake of objectivity I will bite my forked tongue for now. Or, I'll go write it onto my own blog. Nyeh nyeh nyeh.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Suck The Curtain!

New blog from Jordan by Russian Wolf, another light-hearted blog completely immersed in technology and the occasional indulgent tidbits about the personal fishtank.

Another video game series is being eyed for a film adaptation franchise, this time the Prince of Persia games from Ubisoft. The game has taken off in recent years with at least 3 recent sequels and become a huge hit for Ubisoft. The series has been in discussion for a while with Disney, since Hollywood mogul Jerry Bruckheimer bought the rights in 2004. The Jim Hill Media blog talked about it briefly, stating that “in theory [Prince of Persia] will be Disney's big action-adventure release for the Summer of 2008.” Which afterwards “could then lead to a new hit series of movies for the studio.”

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Even A Cat Is A Lion In Her Den

The ancient prophecy is fulfilled, a winged cat has finally appeared on the blogosphere, with a triple-shot of a blog (Poetry blog, Musings blog, and Writings blog -this one-), and so writes the aptly named Kitten curently living in the UK in her first short story about the complex love-hate intricacies of the human being:

They were both strong and very powerful. But even with all her strength, he was more advanced. Eyes locked on each others, neither of them made a move to finish it. They studied each other. Both composed, unafraid. Then to her astonishment, he smiled. A slow, sad smile that appeared faintly on his lips. He lowered his gun.
“Ladies first” he spoke softly.
She gazed at him for a very long time.
“Don’t…don’t you dare…” she said as her eyes started to fill with tears.
“You coward! Don’t back off now!” she shouted at him but he didn’t respond. He continued watching her. She was beautiful. Tears flooded her eyes and slowly fell down her cheeks. Without thinking of the consequences or the meaning of what he was doing, he moved closer to her and pulled her into his arms. For a moment, she stood there rigidly in his arms and then with a quiet sob, he felt her body sag. The gun dropped from her hand and she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. She let him hold her and she cried. Silent tears full of anguish, misery, and grief. It was a long time before she stopped and even a longer time before either of them spoke.
“Why didn’t you do it?” he asked her gently

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Sunday, April 15, 2007

Hometown Baghdad

Iraq's first video-log, Hometown Baghdad, needs no introductions to boost its popularity, it's already hosted by and was featured on YouTube's homepage.
Done by Chat The Planet, Hometown follows the mini-adventures of three Baghdad youths, Adel, Ausama and Saif, as they talk about all sorts of things. Their adventure are not exactly in the danger zone, but they are a refreshing change and occasionally some unusual things crop up.

Delilah's Back

Our favorite little shouldershruggster is back...and she's registered a domain all her own, so it'll be a real shame if she forgets her password now. Her recent post is a cheeky one that sits fine and well with her character about the Big White Iraqi Hope Shada Hasoon, which is great because for once me and Deli actually agree about something.

So seriously, I might be able to pretend that the whole Iraqi obsession with the hocus-pocus of Star Academy Middle East sprung from like…boredom, emptiness or such.

But haven’t they gone a bit too far with their enthusiasm for that reality-show bimbo…?

Where the hell does that enthusiasm go where Iraq is concerned? Or does the political process have to grow boobs to finally draw some interest for people to finally make a difference.

Heheheheh. Welcome Back.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Noomee Hilo

What better way could we describe Iraqi memories than by naming our blog Nomee Hello, the Iraqi fruit whose taste is a decliate enchanting comibation of the sour and sweet.
A very lyrical blog that sparkles with a love that can only be forthcoming from the depths of a woman, her name is Yasmine (Blanche), She writes about Ajam nabuq, the Aladdin heater and the Baghdad rain ; things, objects and fruits that are unique in their Iraqiness and which opens up a window to explore those memories, bittersweet memories.

The weather suddenly changed.. without previous warning it turned from sunny with a bit of cool air, to gloomy with cold wind and dark grey clouds ..i thought to myself looking at the sky : would it rain?? i dont smell rain in the air (i always felt i could smell rain before it actually rains)..i love rain.. i love watching it, i love being out when its pouring, i love the scent it has.. in Baghadad, the rain had a differnt scent..tabaan no other rain but Baghadad rain would have it..its a wonderful mixture of humid dust and water.. my aunt used to laugh at me when i say while standing with a window open in the rain : reehat trab..not reehat matar.. i would say there is no such scent elsewhere , bas b baghadad..she would laugh and say : all rain smells the same..
i didnt know at the time there would come a time with me out smelling other (motar) than baghdad's.. ooof how i wish to b standing again behind the same open window, in our house back there..i would have the sopa lit (aladdin sopa ofcourse) with its khorafi warmth (no other sopa could replace aladdin sopa for me, uptill now..and yes, el sopa also had a special distiguished smell which i adore).. my room was on the 2nd floor, i would see the top of nakhlat el jeeran, part of their garden hidden with ashjar el portuqal, they had so many of them.. and the flower beds lined with all colors.. my mother had wahes in gardening too at the time, she used to bring shatlat and try new plants.. our hadiqa was so distiguished, no trees, just high rose bushes and exquisite kinds of plants with beautifully colored flowers.. my mother kept plants inside the house too.. green was all around us inside and out .. she took great pride in her garden..she would catch me picking a few roses everyday before qoing to work , so i would put them on my desk.. she would open the hall window and scolds me like a child saying : u left us no roses to look at.. and i would smile and say there r still many more left.. and run away with my wonderful smelled incredibly beautiful .. subhan Allah was it only the roses in hadeeqtna that smelled different ? or was it the roses of another time ?? Baghadad? ..
Allahhh .. Sopat aladdin w Nakhalat el jeeran wel Hadiqa w Betna.. wel Motar.. Motar Baghadad.. oooof shghad moshtaaaqaaa.. oooof..

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