Jandeef's Mainstream Classics I

دلال
عبدالله الرويشد
أجمل مقطع: شتسوى يعني لهفتي ومنك أنا محروم

جاني بعد وقت
محمد المسباح
أجمل مقطع: وهذا انت رديت .. جيت عندي وشكيت

دقت الساعة
العنــود
أجمل مقطع: لي شفت وحدة تنعمي الأبصار .. وعينك تزوغ على مشارقها

من وقت لي وقت
سليمان الملا
أجمل مقطع: شسوي لي رحت؟

هكذا الدينا تسامح
رجاء بلمليح
أجمل مقطع: اجعلوا اللقيا قريبة البعد لا تطيلوه

لايــق
نبيل شعيل
أجمل مقطع: كثر الدلال منك يسعدني يا غالي

أمينة
الشاب خالد
أجمل مقطع: مادري شيقول

ما أصعبك
عبدالكريم عبدالقادر
أجمل مقطع: كل يوم لك حال جديد

ذكريات
سليمان زيمان
أجمل مقطع: تذكرت والشوق يغلبني لقاءً لنا في ربىً ناصرة

كيدي أعظم
رباب
أجمل مقطع: من تكون انت .. انت من تكون

Alienated At Home

Ever felt alienated at home? where you just feel that you don't belong to whatever is surrounding you; whether it's the place, the people, or just the general atmosphere. This has been my dilemma for the past few years.

I come from an average, middle-class family. You can call it your simple, typical Kuwaiti family. And I was, well, your typical Kuwaiti guy. Coming to the US has broadened my perspective about life. It opened doors to me that I never even knew existed. It got me outside the box I was living in before. And for that I'm glad. It's the best opportunity that came my way in my whole life.

As a result, my personality changed a lot. I have transformed into quite a new person. My interests evolved drastically and grew more sophisticated.

Now I feel there is a disconnect between me now and my surroundings from back then. When I'm back home every year, I feel this major discomfort all the time like I can't wait to leave. I have a hard time initiating a single conversation that interests me with my family. I also no longer enjoy Dewaniya for more than an hour, while I ironically used to host my own Dewaniya every single night in the past. Sometimes I manage to engage in interesting conversations, but I eventually get struck with a typicality later that really turns me off.

As a result of that, my list of people whom I enjoy their company or places that I enjoy being at has shrinked dramatically. Very dramatically.

Sometimes for the sake of taking it easy, I'd just decide to go with the flow and play the old-typical-Jandeef role, but then I'm not being my current, true self. On the other hand, I stick to who I am now and I'm back to square one: a stranger.

I have to try to build bridges that connect me to my natural surroundings, but at the same time not compromise who I am now. That's my current challenge.

How Do We Move On?

Everything we do or decide has its good and bad sides. Deciding whether or not to go forward with it depends on how we juggle between them. Depends on how we look at it in general.

You could look at only the good side, and everything in it would look nice and dandy. However, you may miscalculate and go forward, then get stuck with the bad side later.

If you look at only the bad side, then things would look like an endless dark tunnel. You decide to drop it, but you might be missing something by not going forward. Either way, you have to make a decision that's basically a trade-off, and eventually live with it.

Let's say you drop it because you thought the bad outweighed the good, and you thought that's a conscious decision to make. More importantly, you believe in it. However, what you possibly missed by dropping it keeps haunting you. In other words, the good side that was outweighed by the bad one still haunts you.

You at least try to make yourself busy, but everything around you reminds you of it. You walk around, go to school, drive around, go to the gym, do your homework, hang out, blog, play, etc. Everything you do brings it back into your head.

So, how do you move on?

Lil' Jandeef's Favorites

كورن فليكس بو نمر

كمبيوتر صخر

جسوم ومشيري في الجيش

توم وجيري ، عفواً ، جسوم ومشيري

ليلى والذيب

بيل وسباستيان

الهداف

كابتن ماجد

3 Ninjas

سلاحف النينجا بعد صباح الخير يا كويت

هدى حسين

عبدالرحمن العقل

كعبول

Crystal Maze

صالة الأتاري في مجمع المثنى

Bicycling - BMX

بيت خالتي

نقازية الأرنب الجائع في العديلية

واجهة الأبراج

Thunder Cats

Dallool

وراهم وراهم

Sensible Soccer

مسرحية طرزان

الفرسان الثلاثة

حفلات العيد في الفنادق

عيال رفيجات الوالدة

سالي ، ليدي ليدي ، هايدي ، فلونة ، فتاة المراعي

غراندايزر

طيور الحب

كتاكيت ملونة

Walkie Talkie

عيدية عشرة دنانير فما فوق

نحن والأطفال

معجون طماط

كمبلي البني

صوغة خالي من مصر

صوغة الوالد من أمريكا

هلك هوغن وسنوكا

مباريات القادسية

Horses

كراسة تلوين وقص لصق

ألوان مائية

جبل التراب وراء بيتنا

قرقيعان وشوارب كحل

خذ وخل

بدلة خيّالة

كلمات ... "اندثرت"ـ

إضافة إلى موضوع مبتدئ عن كلمات لا يستسيغها ، إليكم كلمات أحب سماعها ، قديمة ولم تعد متداولة.

راس العاير
زاوية الحارة أو السكة أو الشارع

مُــنــْـــدة
عمود

تيامن
Take a right

مَسْـكَــت
مسقط

تحكي خمسة من الشهر
أخبارك بايتة

تحكي خرص
Talking S*#t

تريــك
Flash Light

حفيز
محل صغير

دكان

قوملق
“Gomlag”: Lingerie :P

دندرمة
Ice Cream

تشَـلمة
كلمة ، تشلمة ، تشلمتين ، تشلام وايد

بَـقـــمة

طقطاقي
Motorcycle

خـطـّـــار
زوار أجانب

تشرب تـتـــن
تدخن سجائر

فوق راس الكـَبَـت

السيف
الشاطئ

دهليز
ممر ضيق في البيت

مِـدْرُبان
درب ضيق (أعتقد)

فريج

Blood Doping

I've been following this story for a while. Tyler Hamilton is an acclaimed professional cyclist. In the 2004 Olympics he tested positive for blood doping, which is a blood transfusion procedure. Athletes would have foreign blood injected into their blood steram to increases the red blood cell count, resulting in more oxygen to the body, and thus the performance is enhanced. It doesn't enhance his speed, but gives him more endurance.

Anyway this week the North American Court of Arbitration for Sport ruled that Hamilton is guilty of doping. As a result, he's suspended for two years and will be stripped of his titles since he tested positive, including his Olympic gold medal.

The testing standard requires cyclists to have red blood cells make up 50% of their blood as a maximum. When hamilton was tested, his red blood cell percentage was 49.7%. Even though it's still within the limit, he tested 38% on previous occasions, and that raised some eyebrows. They tested him again and confirmed that there was foreign blood in his blood stream.

Now here is where it gets interesting. In his defense, Hamilton claimes to have acquired the foreign blood by "Vanishing Twin Syndrome." He says he had a mysterious unborn twin that didn't develop in his mother's womb and the twin's cells were transferred to Hamilton's body. Ridiculous? .. Not really. It's biologically possible as 8% of all pregnancies start as multiple fetuses. However, in many cases only one fetus makes it.

Now what's Hamilton's best defense? If he did blood doping, then the red blood cell percentage would fluctuate up and down. My guess would be to keep testing every now and then to prove that his percentage is always near 50% naturally. However, for some reason, Hamilton is refusing to do so. Now that is Ridiculous!

Here are a couple of links:

http://www.supercycling.co.za/
http://www.velonews.com/news/fea/7887.0.html

Exam-arathon

I just took my FE exam (Fundamentals of Engineering). It was 8 freaking hours long! From 8 am to 5 pm, with a lunch break in the middle. For those who don't know it, it's an exam that tests engineers on every single engineering subject they studied in undergrad. It's not mandatory, but if you pass it, it improves your career options as an engineer in many ways.

In preparation for it, I ordered a review handbook 2 weeks ago. It took them 9 freaking days to process the order! They shipped it on Monday and it will arrive next Monday. Duhhh! I called UPS trying to expadite the shipment but no luck. So here I was yesterday trying to figure out a way to study 4.5 years worth of notes in one day. Yea right! I ended up throwing the notes away and going to watch "Hotel Rwanda," which was a pretty good movie if you haven't seen it.

The exam was held in a city 45 minutes away from where I live. So I woke up at 6:30am, got ready and headed out. Went to grab breakfast to energize my brain shwayya, and my restaurant wasn't yet open. Bummer! I was turned off on breakfast, so I hit the road.

It started at 8. The 1st 4 hours, I was tested on all engineering subjects. Math, chemistry, circuits, statics, dynamics, etc. There were 120 questions. I ran out of time at around the 110th question, so I cruised through the rest guessing. Damn those elementary level chemistry and physics questions! They really slowed me down! I was doing fine on math and my major.

Then we had a 45-minute break. I was already exhausted, so I wandered around to get some fresh air. I walked by a mini mart, so I got me a Snicker's bar and cheesy potatoes. I know it wasn't the best to fill up my empty stomach with, but at least my brain needed another chocolate energy boost.

The 2nd 4 hours started. This time I was only tested on my specific major. I thought I'd do better on this one since it's my major. However, half way through it, I was really wasted! My brain started its shutdown process. I started to see a lot of B's on my answer sheet, which meant lots of laziness and guessing. I did what I could do, left 30 minutes early, and hit the road back up. I called our Indian Cuisine on my way back and ordered dinner for "To Go."

Afterall, I think I did well on the 1st one, I don't know how well I did on the 2nd one. I wish they reversed the order. I think I would've done better. I need a 70% to pass it, so for 3 months, till the results come out, I'll be crossing my fingers as I really don't feel like going through another miserable Saturday next October.

What a long day, and a not-so-fun weekend. I sat my butt down for 8 hours working problems in addition to driving that I'm so numb now. I just had my indian dinner and it's about to knock me out. I'm befriending my pillow at the moment as I'm writing.

Time to get some rest.

Playoffs of Odds!

Okey a long day about to be over. I'm sick of politics at the moment and too tired to think too deep, so let's talk sports and NBA since I listed it as an interest on my profile. For the record, I'm an NBA fanatic and I watch 1 to 2 games every day. So allow me to bore you with my personal fascination.

This NBA season has been like a roller coaster ride. I was disappointed about myself not even being close with predictions, while I thought I knew something about the league. I'm staring at the standings as of today and I said Wow! .. What were the odds for what I'm seeing!

Who would've thought the teams in the western conference finals last year wouldn't make it to the playoffs this year? Okey, I invested a lot in Kobe, but it was pretty obvious from the start that the Lakers are a bad team this year. But Minnesotta! They've got the same roster as last year, yet they sucked this year. Poor KG. Of course Cassel and Spree are whinning about their contracts, but again, who would've thought?

Speaking of same roster, let's take Seattle. I thought they'd make the playoffs from the beginning, but I didn't think they'd be this good. Obviously they're on a 6 game losing streak and slow momentum into the playoffs, but that team has two stars, and more importanlty, role players who know what they're supposed to do, as it turned out.

Phoenix ... Who would've thought they'd get 59 wins (as of today) this season? Not only that, they're also an exciting team to watch. Damn they run. No defense, so they won't get my vote (my prediction might be proven wrong once again). Nash will get my MVP vote though.

Who would've thought the trademark Sacramento Kings team would be disassembled like that? And who would've thought C-Webb's impact on the Sixers is not what it's supposed to be?

Who would've thought that Grant Hill would actually play a full season (sort of) of 67 games? He's hurt again. I hope he's alright and will be back next year.

Who would've thought Indiana would be contending for home-court advantage after all what they've been through? I mean they played with only 5 players in a game, each 48 minutes! Let alone suspensions and injuries.

Now my favorite. Those baby Bulls! Wow where did they come out from? No superstars. Team effort, good coach, good point guard, and a good rookie. Finally the rebuilding process has paid off. I really hope my team's rebuilding process doesn't take as long. Not only did they make the playoffs, but they're holding home-court advantage as of now. Even though I'd love to see Miami rule the East, but I'll root for the Bulls as well just for the heck of it. Yestahlon.

This is the first time those baby Bulls make the playoffs since the last time these three fellas were in town in 98.

Miss those days!

Doesn't He Look Like Him? :P

Campus PlayMate Recruiting

This is an ad that was in our campus' newspaper last week.

I live in a small college town and I don't see PlayBoy-looking girls around campus very often. Unlike what I saw when I visisted other campuses like UCLA. I wonder if any in our school made it on the issue.

Apparently playboy is trying to improve the industry by saying even well-educated college women .. well.. sell their bodies.

Can you imagine PlayBoy having a booth at the job fair that was part of the "Khallik 6amoo7" program? Just picture it on your mind. Playboy mates with tiny bunny tails giving out brochures. Or the bunny logo, as a sponsor, on the big "Khallik 6amoo7" banner on the NUKS-Kuwait building in Khaldiya. And the news of the sponsorship are in the newspapers with NUKS president shaking hands with Hugh Heffner and his seven girlfriends in the background.

Blogger In Disguise Dream

I had my usual rough Sunday night sleep. An early morning class on Monday is definitely not a good idea. Unfortunately being a grad student there's only so many options when it comes to scheduling.

Anyway that's not the subject.

My rough night thankfully ended on a positive note. I had a weird, silly, funny dream. I literally woke up bursting out laughing. So here it is:

I dreamed of my buddy, Mubtade'e (who else?). He was, for some reason, wearing a mask like the one Tom Cruise (La t9addig) wore in Mission Impossible II. However, for some other reason, it was a mask of an Asian face. Lol.

So Mubtade'e go and look into the mirror. Imagine a round-faced Asian guy, but still with your real hair, a black sweater, and a right earring. That's exactly what I saw. Lool! And I had two of my friends, whom Mubtade'e doesn't know, 6ay7een feeh thaghaa6. Was hillarious hehe.

Apparently Mubtade'e is so paranoid about his blog-cover being blown, so he's taking it this far. Asian face mask. Hehe sorry but if you saw what I saw you wouldn't stop laughing :P

Ironically, just a week ago or so, he had a post about his dreams.

Hehe OMG I laughed so hard everytime I remembered it in class. So Mubtade'e, thanks man. You made my morning!

Kick Off

Besmillah ...

First of all, welcome to Washed Ashore - my personal blog. I hope this is not your last stop here. If I don't make it to your list of favorite or most visited blogs, I hope boredom will at least wash you ashore to here. Boredom?!.. Heh, what a desparate start. Anyhow, here are some Whats and Whys:

- Okey ... So Why Go Personal?
To begin with, thanks to Mubtade'e for getting me into this world: blogging. I started off reading his blog, then Zaydoun and Kuwaitism, and then we created Sa7at Alsafat. I enjoy Sa7at Alsafat since I'm a politics junkie. However, I sometimes had some loud thoughts for which Sa7at Alsafat was not the best medium. Also, Sa7at Alsafat has taken a unique theme since it was launched that differentiated it from other blogs. So I didn't want to compromise that.

At the same time, I was reluctant about publishing my own personal blog because I'm the laziest when it comes to writing. Not only am I lazy, but I'm also a "reactive" writer as opposed to a "proactive" one.

Anyway, I said I'll just give it a try and see how it goes. Hopefully seeing you repeat your visits will put the pressure on me to be active. Or hopefully I'm active enough to keep you tuned. I don't know .. It's one of those chicken-and-egg things. We'll see.

- Why Jandeef For a Nickname?
I never really put much thought when I registered with Blogger. Jandeef was the first to pop on my mind. I really didn't think I'd get interested in blogging this much, but now I am. So I'm stuck with Jandeef, and to tell the truth, I like it.

- What Does Jandeef Mean?
Jandeef (or Yandeef) means fearless. I have absolutely no idea whether this word really exists. A friend of mine, Mohammed, had a boat that he named "Jandeef." I asked him what it meant and he said it meant that his boat was fearless. A wave crusher. Sails across waves rather than along them. And I never attempted to look it up or ask about it. I'll do that some time soon. So stay tuned if you care to find out.

One more note: Bu-Jasim, if you're reading, thanks for the inspiration.

- Why Washed Ashore?
After a 5 minute brainstorming, this is what I came up with. As I said above, the least I wish for is that the blogging world washes you ashore to here to drop a comment. Secondly, hopefully it goes well with my friend's Jandeef-boat analogy. Boat - Shore ... hmm maybe some connection even if it doesn't make sense. Third, hopefully it becomes the shore that my thoughts wash to.

- More ...
I envy you guys who think proactively and express yourselves, in writing, very interestingly. I hope this blog will make me a better writer and better opinionated.


That's it for a kickoff. I don't know how long this blog will last or how well it'll be known, but i'll let it go with the flow and see if I'm a blogger by nature.

Thanks for stopping by and putting up. Please come back again =)