Finally ! i figured it out ! In Your face Einstein!

Eureka! I guess I figured it out, Oh yes I did… *does victory dance*

It has been tormenting me, all this conceptual change in time perception, throughout the years …

I knew it, I felt it, but had no reason or proof to build a case upon …

Time was slower as a Child, everything lasted longer, a year seemed to stretch forever …

If I tried back then to remember my last birthday, I would have scratched my head, asked questions, and invested huge efforts in it since it seemed very distant, and when referring to photos, I would barely recognize myself, noticing the change that happened to me, and change needs time, real slow meticulous time …But currently, I find it hard to believe that my last birthday was almost a year ago, I could swear it was a couple of months ago, I’m still the same , didn’t have the time to change … weird huh ?

I remember Christmas was a season, weeks and weeks of joy sprinkled all over the place,With more authentic vintage tones , from tree decoration to gift wraps .Even blinking lights blinked slower … Now, Christmas is a day , its lights blinking so fast that you almost don’t notice they do.

I remember that the little red riding hood used to walk distances and roamed forests to get to her grandmother’s house…now it seems to me like she’s living on the 4^th floor , her granny on the 2^nd and the big bad wolf is waiting for her on the 3^rd floor's stair platform. What next? Will they all move in together ?

Even when I dreamt, it lasted longer. I used to go through detailed and fascinating scenarios and adventures that could inspire never-ending seasons of TV series.Now if I’m lucky enough to avoid the classical wake-up fall, my dream wouldn’t fit the time for the opening credits during the previously mentioned series.

I can even swear that Grendizer took a whole lot of time to defeat Vega’s monsters, but now when nostalgic and I replay it, it seems easier and faster, like he got the hang of it …although it’s the same episode.

Time is still slipping away faster than ever, and i'm not having some to do a thing, i sometimes wonder what boredom used to feel like, but somehow I’m satisfied simply because I get it now…

Not time as a concept, since it was and will remain my ultimate Arch nemesis till I run out of it , but time’s mathematical relation with age, events and our perception of it.

Legend:

T= time

e=events

a=age

So here it is T=e/a

So by age “a” increasing in value , the Time length “T” of a certain event “e” will have a decreasing value and be shorter .

In your face Einstein! *still doing victory dance*

asl plz

I had a conversation with an old friend who's now back in Lebanon after we lost contact when he immigrated to Canada.
We shared many years ago, during what i call "the post-school/pre-uni phase", the mIRC mania with everything on the side, since he owned a net cafe back then, and i used to hang out there till morning, beginning a new day with a freshly baked croissant au chocolat from the next door bakery ...:)

the nostalgia was triggered by a question "do you know what the hell happened to mr.lola ? " referring to that guy that was permanently high (on cough syrup), sitting 2 rows away, pretending he was "lola" luring horny "nicknames" to join his channel ...It was hilarious since he used to auto-dictate out loud whatever he's typing (solemnly with his right hand finger ), that uncoordinated , newly invented English, which btw helped him pass as a Russian "lola" :) :" heheheh, come i meet you, because channel very hot, waiting you..." (i dunno what shocks me more, his English or the fact that the spelling in blogger found nothing wrong about that quote :| )

Or this prank i pulled on that hyperactive guy, sitting right next to me ,who used to jump on his chair and do what seemed like a mating ritual dance each time someone answered his "hi"...i should have taken a photo of that moment when i told him that it was me joking around with him for a whole week , posing as a girl promising him a rendez-vous, so he had to shave and pour bottles of perfume everyday, hoping that this day he'll get an address :D ... priceless !!!

or that regular, that each time he skipped, we knew it will be for a whole week, since he used to "use" and get caught ....a lot!

or that huge guy, resembling "Newman" from "Seinfeld" who used to come daily, to his pre-reserved pc, no eye contact, no words, finishes pays and leaves ! for a while we thought he was a serial killer or something , but when , by mistake ;) someone checked the "keep log history",it showed that he was having cyber-sex from the net cafe ....with another guy :)

that girl that used to come over to check her mail with her fiancé, who was more of a bodyguard than a fiancé, and kept distributing threatening looks all around :)

i've seen it all, and i had my share of everything that comes with it ;)but that's for another post, another time (if the answer was "b" not "a" - refer to my previous post below). But i say i have seen it all , maybe cause i was an observer in a net cafe, maybe cause i saw both the real person and the nickname, sometimes it was funny, sometimes shocking.

funny as that unavoidable asl question and the false answers to each and every "a""s"and "l", or that someone who chats with BOTs :D , begging a channel Bot for a +, and it replies "I'm a Bot", and he answers "i'm not judging you, i just need a + " and it goes on and on ...:)then insults him and leaves the channel to try again the next day...discussions with an automated message...blind dates that went wrong :D, pranks , jokes, flooding channels ,or even stealing a channel's password ( Even though OPs of #liban didn't see the humor in it :P )

And yet not so funny, seeing all those people, trying to be someone else, in a parallel world,nerds trying to be playboys, underdogs trying to be powerful, even if just as a nickname, knowing people in higher places "ops", getting voiced + , or even founding their own channel so they can have their revenge by bullying people around, feeding their inferiority complex with that kick/ban weapon ...freaking out, if dallas' dalnet server crashes, like they were on life support machines and they were unplugged, realizing that they are back to the harsh reality of being themselves.

For me it was intense but very brief, knowing that i'm a narcissist, i discovered that i loved myself more than my nickname et voilà .

\quit #post

a or b

They say that in a near-death experience, you see your whole life events passing in a glimpse...i must be having that same experience but in slow motion, dying slowly, since most of my recent thoughts (as my recent posts show as my next post will) are flashbacks of my life, going through long forgotten layers of my memory, revisiting periods that i don't even recall living...it's either that, or it's just the fact that i'm bumping lately to many friends of that early stage and we are getting nostalgic :).

I'm leaning towards the second option , cause i really have a lot to do, and i really need the time :)

How stupid was I ?

The above mentioned question or “statement” is one of the consequences of the “facebook” flu, More precisely the “school promo facebook flu” that can haunt you 11 years after your recovery from its last symptoms.

It’s amazing how many times this question pops into my head when I’m engaging in any of the group’s events or discussions!

-checking the tags of old photos , witnessing the hideous wardrobe of my childhood ,(thanks mom), btw mom, no boy , even a 7 year old, wears “collant” under his shorts for the “sports” class, even if it was cold , believe me I have checked all the classes’ photos , not only my class , no one, no one I tell u , wears that!! I browse and I browse asking myself ....How stupid was I??

- when leaving school I kept a specific image stored in my head of every single schoolmate, stamped by the attitude at the time of our last goodbye, and one decade later, in a reunion, I find myself impressed by the maturity and the amazing character of some that I didn’t even consider their friendship back then, and get astonished by the fact that some of the closest people to me during my childhood are still 12 year olds, still bullying the previously mentioned people, dying for attention, inviting you to join the parade! And I ask myself ….how stupid was I???

-and of course, many of the girls that I kind of dated at school wrote notes for, drew their portraits, made them compilation K7s (this alone deserves a “how stupid was I?”) played the whole teenage charade with, I watch them a decade later in disbelief (what was I thinking???) and in relief (thank god that’s over) and I ask myself …How stupid was I?

-On the other hand, that one girl , that I used to spot in the shades of the familiar trees in the playground, very different , very mysterious … I lacked of courage , didn’t let her know , days passed by , always spotting her among all the crowds , years passed by , still I spotted her , a decade later , in our reunion, among everyone, shining more than ever, I spotted her and I asked myself … How stupid was I ??????

-and above all, the flashbacks, the silliest details, the smallest jokes, the conversations with a friend, a friend that asked for my friendship at an age when we didn’t understand grown ups' words like “benefit’ and “interest”, a friend that now is gone, gone for good … a decade later I look back at these fragmented memories and notice that I took them for granted and ask myself … How stupid was I ?????????

At the end of this post , I think for a second and realize that I have just written a Post about a group on facebook and I ask myself : .........

"puffies"...i guess :|

A couple of weeks ago, we had a nice gathering of friends, discussing everything, important and silly, passing time, till the moment I got up and grabbed a bag of potato chips and asked them if it reminded them of anything ? I bought these chips from a near by market, and they were exactly like the ones I used to get 20 years ago…the peanut flavor chips, curly shape , that used to come in small green plastic bags, with a spider like design on them …I guess they were called “puffies” if I’m not mistaken… Little did I know that these curly little ships would steer our conversation towards a 4 hour Nostalgia.

We all went back 10 year olds, you could see our eyes sparkle beginning each question with a “and do you remember …?

“ Do you remember the "footballers’ cards" hidden in potato bags that we used to collect in the 1990 world cup? Do you remember “Sassuki” , “ Jongar” , “ mala3ibou el sighar” , “ton amie liliane” , “remi” , “Clementine”, “candy” , “sanafer”, “he-man”, "bel wa sebastien",“khoumasi”, “jaziratou el kanz” , “sindibad”, "count duckula", "thunder cats", "hunter", "night rider","tom sawyer", "moonlighting", "al rajoul el 7adidi", "heidi", "alat el zaman"," zena w nahoul", "transformers" , …. And of course “Grendizer” ( btw I have all grendizer episodes and I still every now and then , have a “grendizer” day marathon , where I watch more than 12 episodes in a row , and where no one is allowed to disturb me , even if they did I can’t hear them , as I did 20 years ago :D ) , what about the “grendizer” magazines , or gum with a sticker inside , or figurines ? Do you remember the set of army figurines with all the equipments, green against gray … the matchbox cars? The wafer bars ? the atari games,river raid... then sega and its sonic ...

What’s amazing is that we lived all these moments in danger , mostly underground, with the dancing flame of a candle and the dim voice of a radio counting bombshells, w "bezr zghir" …but when we went back we couldn’t see but all the good things , the laughing , the playing , the Saturday morning cartoons …all the nice things a child keeps for an occasional nostalgia later on .