Absomaniac

Logo mis-matches (made in heaven)

2009-05-10T03:09:00.003+04:00

Omantel

2008-06-01T22:51:00.002+04:00

Ok by now, this company Omanmobile must be a classic in dealing with customer complaints. Where else on earth is customer service given minimum thought to?

For example? Today i parked my car at work, and since i couldnt procure a parking ticket, I used the SMS parking service. So I sent my message for parking between 8am to 12.30 am, and waited. I didnt get a response back, so i proceeded to work.

After about four hours, i get a message back saying that now i have reserved parking for my car between the hours 1pm and 6pm (the time im not at work!). Plus they charge me a cool 400bz for this.

So i called up the omanmobile customer service and enquired why was i given a wrong parking ticket with wrong timings, and on top charged for it. The only reply i got was that my call would be taken as a complaint and the Technical committee would get back to me within 24 hours.

I go back to my car after work, and voila, I have a parking fine sitting pretty on my dashboard!

Later in the night, around 8pm, I get a message from omantel, informing me that my complaint has been resolved. That was that.

Cant wait to call them back tomorrow, and inform them that Nawras kicks their ass big time.

Random Bitings.

2008-02-05T00:31:00.000+04:00

1. I've just joined facebook, and I'm hooked! I cant believe im actually getting in touch with all the old friends I thought were buggered in memory lane.

2. It's so cold now in Oman (imagine huh!), and im getting the sickness through every single bone and marrow of mine. Is old age catching up rather quick?

3. I still havent been able to get myself to write poetry. Well atleast I dragged myself to this darn blog. Now that im writing, Im having aspirations of picking the pen and writing a poem. But about what?

4. The idea of marriage is haunting me big time. I mean the idea itself is horror. Imagine the luggage that comes with marriage. Wife, kids, headache, etc.. Why am i bugging myself? Problem is everyone in my family, starting from my mum, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, their aunts, their mothers etc are all motivatin me to tie the knot. Excuse me, I wanna be alone for sometime?

5. I could go on and on.....I need to stop. Hey wait a minute, this month is going to be damn boring...I can feel it. So see you next time brother.

Kiss my chaddies.
Abs.

The falling of Teejan.

2008-02-03T23:56:00.000+04:00

The recent weather conditions in Oman have not really helped anyone. At times we have rains, and then suddenly we find thick fog covering the landscapes, and all of a sudden now we have strong winds cursing the horizon of Oman. The world truly needs a hundred Al Gores to stop the rape and abuse of Mother Earth. Oman is one such baby suffering I would say. How many of you actually wake up at 5 in the morning and feel the cold water cutting through your hands as you was em? Chances are, in the future, Oman will have sub zero temperature and we will not be able to do anything about it, except for ofcourse adapt. Our ancestors have been adapting for a long time now, so why shouldnt we just follow suit?

One such disaster because of the unusual conditon in Oman, is obviously the falling of the Teejan showroom located in Alkhuwair. It's strange that I've not personally been to the site, but the papers have already had enough coverage about it, and it's quite sad to say that atleast two people are dead in the rubble. Now either we blame the contractor who built the silly building that could not even take a soft-strong wind, or we blame god. Quite ironic, since god had meant it to happen right?

Let's just adapt. Let's make Oman the new United Kingdom and live in brick houses!

The Abaya Clad Hypnotist

2007-05-10T00:04:00.000+04:00

After the hara kiri of the Tsunami, comes a weirder news that there is a Jordanian woman in Oman who steals from people using the art of hypnotism. I actually got this news through an email forward, and it kind of surprised me first, and then considering all the dirty rumours spreading around Oman, and the art of "Email Forwards - or rather CHAIN MAILS", it hit me that this is just another rumour that is cleverly planted to spread like wildfire. But what puzzles me, is that, on the wanted poster, it clearly has the Omani police seal, and even the numbers of the investigating police officers is listed. So then what do you make of it? Below is the actual published article: (Notice that the date of the last "action" is outdated)

Dear friends here is the picture of alleged suspect wanted by the Omani police for committing theft by mean of black magic. She is Jordanian national, has dark thick black hair, round face and eyes, fair skin and her front tooth is broken in shape ( ^ ) . Please do not make eye contact with her and don’t listen to her these are the means she hypnotizes people. She was last spotted in action in Aziaba on 12/ 4/2007. Please do forward this.

In case you saw her or have any information about her contact the following police officers:

1- Hilal / 99883556

2- Darwish/ 99880885

3- Fahad/ 99319002

My BlogFans / My BlogDudes

2007-05-08T02:40:00.000+04:00

There seems to be a sly, yet fulfilling practise going around of naming the "most wanted" criminals who frequently visit a blog, steal the bloggers heart with beautiful and sincere comments, and then keep reminding you to update you daily written crap, and yet have patience to wait for that golden post where they can find an opportunity to leave behind their stamp of genuine quality.

Yes folks, I am going to name and shame my dudes, fans, online friends, bloggers who have wasted their much valued time on the maniac's site. Here is a toast of cheers to them, and ofcourse keep making me smile!

In no particular order, the culprits are:

1. Nasra (http://iamnasra.blogspot.com/) - Bless her. I think (i hope im right) she was the first ever reader of my blog, and it started with poems on my blog. She frquently appreciated my poems and kept encouraging me. I keep visitin her blogs from time to time, and I like the wide array of poems she has on her blog. Plus she always supports a foundation which is very close to her heart, so it's definitely encouraging to read her thoughts on it, and the way she works hard at it, considering she hardly has any time. Keep it up, and never let anyone put your head down. Chin up!

2. Arabian Prince (http://arabian-prince.blogspot.com/) - This dude was a great analyser of my posts and always visited my blog and he always made sure to leave a comment. His comments were definitely encouraging, and I attribute my stay here so far to him. If it wasnt for his comments, I would have left this boring blogging a long time ago. His blog is super cool, since there are so many witty subjects he touches. Too bad, he's been bored of it all, or so it seems, and he's nowhere to be seen on the blogging world. Well let's hope he comes back soon.

3. Nella (http://a-sense-of-wonder.blogspot.com/) - She's been a recent frequent to the maniac blog, and I truly from the bottom of my heart wish to thank her for her constant encouragement while I was down and out. Sometime I would pass by the blog just like that, and her comments in my shoutbox would light up the smile on my face. What can I do without you girl? Keep rocking and dont ever stop writing your comments on my blog, no matter what! Her blog is a sweet one fellows...She likes to write about her childhood, cartoons, books and all those cute nothings! Whenever I visit her blog, I feel like im dreaming of my innocent childhood. Every word of her takes me wayyyy back. Keep writing man, and keep impressing me!

4. Invisible & Invincible (http://invisible128.blogspot.com/) - I cant remember how we got to know each other, but as far as memory takes me back, she usually commented on my blog when she was a frequent visitor to her own blog. Those were the days when she actually loved visiting her own blog and wrote beautiful poetry. Yes guys/girls, she writes amazing poetry! Being a poet myself, im always attracted to her blog simply coz of the wide variety of poems written by her and they all capture my soul. Too bad, she's too busy to write some more, and even busier to visit my blog now:-(

5. Elagante (http://elagante.blogspot.com/) - Another recent fan of my blog, who, god knows where she turned up from, certainly made a huge impact on my comeback. Had she not clicked pictures of her weird hands, I would not have commented on her blog, and in turn I would not have come back to writing on my blogs. So girl give yourself a pat on your sexy back. She's too flirty, so guys who are single and looking, just post pics of your eyes, and you wont be disappointed hahahahahah. jokes apart, her blog is the symbol of a carefree happy life. She writes cute sweet nothings, and even has pictures to show off. I love her blog coz it's so beautiful. Keep it up girl, and keep flirting hehehe.

6. Sensation (http://essensation.blogspot.com/) - My babes, my one and only love. His highness Sensation. The duffer has already started cheating on me with Red Dragon, but wait till you eat your food in the toilet! Hehe, jokes apart, this is another recent fan of my blog who seems to have suddenly disappeared off the radar on the pretext of not being in the mood to blog. I say comeback you idioti! We miss you wherever u are. There is no single word to describe the variety of subjects in his blog, so all I can say is he writes with a lot of thought. Check it out yourself!

7. Amjad (http://amjad248.blogspot.com/) - Another recent to my blog. Again I dont know where he dropped from, or which sky he fell from to my maniax world, but boy aint I glad he came, saw and conquered. He reads every single post of mine like as if it were Shakespeare, and then takes all the pain to answer everything neatly and accordingly. Dude you rock, and keep coming back, this blog needs ya! Oh and his blog should be an award winner by now, or atleast should be felicitated by the Omani society of bloggers. I say this because his blog has so much of depthful information on Oman, Sudan and ofcourse the daily nit bits, that you just wanna read and not stop! Keep it rocking man, and see ya around on your blog.

8. Red Dragon (http://thoughtswonder.blogspot.com/) - I call him the RISK MASTER. His ability to take risks, come scathed, and yet have all the time to flirt, snatch away my girlfriends and boyfriends, and still remain cool! I dont know how he does it? His blog is one picture of risks. If you wanna know how to burn your hands and feel good about it, or drive 200 KMPH and still stay alive or Jump from a cliff and hurt your ribs and not know about it, or try to commit suicide from every other angle, then Red Dragon's Blog is the informative one. Keep rocking bro.

ok and the oscar goes to ------ Myself. hehe hope i didnt forget anyone, cheers all!

Tsunami in Oman - Coming Soon.

2007-05-06T02:18:00.000+04:00

Well, hold your breath fellows, for here is a breaking news that is bound to set your pulse racing, and it's right here on the blog of a maniac.

Rumours doing the usual rounds in Oman is that this Indian fellow has had a prophetic dream about a Tsunami like wave that will hit Oman very soon. In fact it's a dreadful soooooon. Check this out, in the dream, the Tsunami will hit Qurum Beach (Shatti Area) at exactly 04:00am on Wednesday Morning on the 9th of May 2007. (Mark these in your diary)

The chap thinks the dream is so real, that he went to warn people about it, and has now ended up in a police cell for spreading gossip. (Typical of Oman Police)

Either ways, I hope this is a warning to everyone to stay off that side (If this dream does come true) and that lets warn others of this, no matter how stupid it seems.

Inshallah Khair, no matter what happens, Allah Knows best.

Random Thoughts - (The Comeback)

2007-05-05T09:55:00.000+04:00

1. The disappearing act - Well by now most of my loyal readers will have understood and made sense of the fact that I had done a little disappearing act right in the midst of a heavy depression period. I had to. There comes a time in everyone's lives when they have to go through something so horrible, that it breaks their very meaning of existence. I went through hell, and I pray no one goes through the same inshallah. God bless, Im back and thanks everyone for their support and encouragement. I assure you Nella, Talal, Sensation et al that your good wishes did not go to waste.

2. Oman's first Online Garage Sale! (Click Here) - Yup yup, and moi is the one who created it and I really do hope that it's the first of its kind here in Oman. The idea is simple, we're moving houses and there is so much useful stuff that we dont need, yet others could make use of. So I decided to sell them (after all nothing in life comes free). What better way to do that than the medium of the internet? So we've got furniture, electronics, accessories, dvds etc that's on sale and very cheap! So far I've got quite a few buyers buying stuff, and we've made good money hamdullilah. The best thing about this is that it has acted like a mini business for me, as people can even advertise their used items on the website! Adverts for the site can be found in the times of oman Daily Guide. Do check out the site and let me know what you think.

3. Absolute Web Creations (Click Here) - My first ever business company is up and running and ready to do some serious business (?). This idea came up to me when I was in university and I thought to myself, hell why not, I can surely start my own business and work hard at it to make it successful. It took a little research into the Omani market about the same type of companies, the customers available, and above all, the demand for such a business. It all added up when I realised there was a potential for something here. Thus here is AWC with the website officially opened up on 1st of May 2007. If you need quality web desiging, Video Editing, Flyers, Logos or even Web Consultation, do ring in and let us know about your troubles. We'll blow them away!

4. OMAN FM - The one and only super duper boring radio channel of the world. Hell even the Indian radio channels with their Bhajans are a treat to the ears rather than our so called bullshit called a humiliating 90.4 FM, your one and only! Now that I've had enough of their boring song plays, djing, news (read from timesofoman), and crappy call ins, I decided to try the quiz section and see if I would win anything.

So then the cricket world cup final is going on, and the hostess (Laxmi) is asking a question on cricket. Being a simple answer, I call in and it goes something like this:

Abs: Hi, this is Oman FM right?
Laxmi: Yes, how are you?
Abs: Very good thanks and good evening.
Laxmi: Good evening.
Abs: Can I answer your question for the quiz?
Laxmi: Yes sure, what's your name please?
Abs: Abs
Laxmi: Is that your real name?
Abs: No, my real name is Abbas, but everyone calls me Abs.
Laxmi: Ok Abbas, what is your phone number?
Abbas: 92******
Laxmi: right shoot.

So I answer the question and wait to see if I had won anything. After two songs, Laxmi comes back in on the wave and goes like this:

"My my my, everyone seems to be getting this answer wrong, except for one lucky caller. The 13th caller, oh my isnt 13 a lucky number for most of you? (Sarcastically) Well Abbas or rather he prefers to call himself (With a weird voice) Abs gave the correct answer and he has won the latest David Beckham Cologne from *Store name*.

And that was it! She just moved on to the next question. She didnt even say that the FM would call me back or make any effort to say how I should go collect my prize! The Oman FM never called back and that was that. The bastards actually forgot about me loooool. Well atleast that confirms they suck. Anyone with me here?

5. Tariq (Imposter) Hilal Al Barwani - Yeah, the so called IT wanker who thinks he's the biggest IT expert in Oman. Lol, that copycat who reads most of his stuff from the montly IT magazine to answer people's queries should actually look around and approve of actual IT experts with BSc's and PHD's, rather than put up a wannabe accent on the Oman FM.

Well, the other day I was listening to his show on Oman FM (Yeah I had nothing better to do while driving), when I realised I could play a trick or two on him. There was this question and answer session going on, and people were calling in with their IT questions. They were giving him some really simple IT questions. So I called in and asked him a simple question (My sister is doing this in her 12th grade) about

*What is a digital divide, and name atleast three types*?

Loool, guess what happened next? Before I could even finish my sentence, he cut the phone and went on to say to his listeners that he had lost the line and could not connect, even though I could hear every single word of his on the phone!

The moral: "The moron did not know the answer to the question, so the best thing was to cut off the line and make an excuse that the line was lost."

Word of advice: Tariq you need to go back to Australia or Canada whichever it was, and try to pass your Bachelors without googling for answers and copying/pasting them in your thesis report.

Ok ok ok enough of my Random rants. I hope I've not bored you this, and the simple reason was to entertain you, my favourite reader. Hope to see you around.

Can You Explain?

2007-04-01T23:46:00.000+04:00

1. Is the Hot Chick "cool" or the Cool Chick "hot"?

2. Why is it that when a person you love is always near you, u wanna be alone, yet when they're gone you want them so badly?

3. How do you explain to a person that has given up hope of living, that life is worth living?

4. Why isbeing in love so fulfulling and happy, yet so dangerous and sad?

Just four for now......

Remember - 24.

Some more random thoughts!

2007-03-30T01:02:00.000+04:00

1. I've developed a hate of reading long posts. Not that it should matter to those who like writing long posts on their blogs (and this is not in particular to anyone alone). I just hate going through those long lines and then thinking what should I reply to this?! So suggestion from me - Keep it short and cool :-)

2. Life's going out of control. I hardly know what im doing or why and nothing seems to make any sense anymore, atleast for now. I seriously need to sort out myself. Im becoming more of a recluse.

3. I'm currently hooked to the song "Sexy Mama (Usher Remix) - by Bombay Rockers". It's a mix of English and Punjabi with RnB beats.

4. Where the hell is Arabian Prince? He aint blogging no more!

5. I wanna write poems, but im not enthusiastic about it anymore. Im not influenced by anything at all, and the willingness to write poems is gone. Without these vital wantingness, there's no point in writing anything. Someday I hope to write again.

6. If I can hate long posts, I can imagine u reading this and thinking "god please i hope it ends here". You bet your bum, it ends here.

Goodnight.

An update on "Mission Abs".

2007-03-28T21:59:00.000+04:00

Just thought I'd update on my schedule on losing the beef. I've been working out for the past 2 weeks continuous, and below are the details on what I've been working out:

Jogging - 30 minutes (10 minutes jog at same speed, and 5 minutes walk, and then back)
Stomach crunches - 100 x 2 reps.
Pull ups (Abdomen) - 20 x 3 reps.
Push ups - 20 x 2 reps.
Weight lifting : Dumbells (10 kgs each hand - 10 x 3 reps) & 10 x 1 rep for shoulders.

That much is enough for a time span of working out for an hour. When im not working i.e weekends, i have more energy to lift and run. So the intensity increases there.

Results:

Looking much for fitter and the stomach has gone in a bit. The flab is no longer there, but the stomach still needs a whole lot work out. Gained lots of stamina, where I used to suffer while running, Im not running confidently. The arm feel good and I can lift well. Yesterday I single handedly pushed a car to the car park all alone. Certainly feels good.

Will update the "after" pic soon hopefully.

Mission - Get "Abs".

2007-03-22T02:19:00.000+04:00

It was only 3 months ago, when I was in UK, and was only weighing 65 Kgs which was quite normal for me. Fast forward to the present and I weigh a whopping 78 kgs, tucked in with a nice beer belly and a beefed up frame. Now the beefed up frame is allright, atleast my previously worked on "gym muscle" are shaping up nicely. The real problem is the "beer belly". I cant seem to stop eating, and my mind just screams "food dude, what're u doing? Get some food you frigging eater"! The stomach ofcourse obeys whatever the brain orders, and obviously the mouth just obliges to the stomach and before I know it, holy shit I've just gobbled up a Big and Tasty or some nice barbeque mishkakis or whatever is cooked at home, mostly rice.

Now now, one day I wake up, and while taking a shower, the horrow hits me in the form of the toilet mirror laughing at me! It was almost deja vu. There stood out the unborn kid in my stomach, bulging away and mocking my hard earned chest (It takes 15 pushups every hour for that). Thats when I realised I needed to do something about it. Since then it's been evening joggings at Shatti beach followed by a balanced workout on the stomach"crunches, Abs" and weight lifting. The mission is simple.. Lose 10 kgs, get a six pack, build the biceps and the triceps and get stamina. The mission has started, check the "before" pic below and I'll keep u updated with the "after" in a short while:

Aint No Sunshine - Bill Wither

2007-03-11T00:42:00.000+04:00

A True Classic

Whenever I've been in that mood where I wanna close my eyes, and imagine myself in a world full of love, peace, harmony and no distractions, a world where happiness is in plenty and morals are respectful, a world where family is family, friends are for live and lovers are the core of a relationships, this is when Bill Withers comes to my rescue. A sexy, sizzling single from the 70's, I can never get bored listening to it, no matter how many times i've heard of it. Here's a little history about this song:

"Ain't No Sunshine" is a song by Bill Withers from his 1971 album Just As I Am. It is 280th on Rolling Stone's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. It was used in the hit film Notting Hill.

The song has been covered by many artists including Ziggy Marley, Lighthouse Family, Horace Andy, Ben Harper, Van Morrison, Sting, Lenny Kravitz, Tom Jones, Eva Cassidy, Al Green, Michael Jackson, Will Young and Woven Hand among others.

There are also several songs sharing the same name and many lyrics from the hook but aren't true covers, such as by Akon, Cuban Link and DMX. The last in particular is more "inspired by" than a true cover like the artist rendentions listed in the above paragraph.

Source - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ain't_No_Sunshine

Lyrics:

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
She's gone much too long
Any time she goes away

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away

I know
She's gone to stay
It's breakin' me up
Anytime she goes away
Gotta leave the young thing alone
There ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's gone much too long
Any time she goes away

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
I wonder if she's gone to stay
There ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't a home
Any time she goes away

I know
She's gone to stay
It's breaking me up
Any time she goes away
Gotta leave the young thing alone
There ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
I wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Any time she goes away
Any time she goes away

I would most definitely recommend you to listen to this True Classic.

Goodnight Beoble,
Abs.

Al Rustaq - The Screaming Soul.

2007-02-27T00:26:00.000+04:00

Right so here we go back to the usual story doing the routine these days in the whole of Muscat, and obviously leaking it's way to other contigents...the screams of the tormented soul in Rustaq. So is it true or is it a hoax? we find us asking ourselves. No one seems to have a reality conclusion, most of rumours say that they can hear loud shrills of the soul as soon as they step into the area, whereas other observers have heard absolutely nothing in the same area. So are we to believe that this is a hoax? If it is a hoax, then for sure it's a damn good one... but what if it's not? If it's proved that it is'nt a hox, then for sure this will probably be the world's first Omani ghost sighting/hearing(or will it?). Will this lead to "Ghost Hunters" from around the world to the area? Could this be the best form of tourism for a much needed economy in Oman? Let's see what the statistics have to say...

UPDATE!

Im sorry to say that I've not been able to take the trip down to Rustaq as none of my friends wanted to go, and at the same time, the Omani authorities were a little tough on this topic of rumour, so they closed down the area of the noises.(So I've heard)

The authorities have taken out a statement to say that the noises that people hear was from a "dog like" creature leading to more speculation. No dog like creature was ever found and the noises still continue to haunt the residents of Al Rustaq. It has become somewhat of a major tourist attraction in the past few months.

Please stay tuned for more updates, as they come, right here on Absolute Maniac Life and Times!

How did it start:(Rumours)

1.The story began when an old man died at a village very close to Rustaq. He was one of the most wanted witch over there. He passed away recently, but before he passed away he told his sons that they should not open the door to one of his closely guarded rooms even if he died in that creepy place, but when he died they thought they would get money or something similiar.... but instead they heard strong chilling sounds that they had never heard of before there....The place is an old building without any electricity in it, is made of mud....and surrounding it are farms and another old buildings. [Probability - 3/5? Cant make anything of this runour]

2.Something similiar to the 1st rumour, but this time people say, before passing away, the Rustaq witch-man asked his sons never to open the door to his room and made them swear to.. After his passing away, the sons ignored the warning and opened the doors nevertheless. On opening the door, they got the shock of their lives.. They found strange people seated on the floor, chained, dazed and confused, zombie like. It is said that in the past, people disappeard suddenly, especially kids, and after a while they're found dead somewhere, and after burying them, they're found again but unconcious or not sane, as if they're absent minded or something. They used to say that when they're missing, wizards kidnap them and make them seem dead to others, while they're not really dead and after burying them, the wizard comes back, digs the grave and takes out the person and then they work for him as slaves. It's a type of black magic. [Probability - 4/5? Dunno, maybe those who dont believe in black magic wont buy this]

3.Again similiar to the second rumour, but this time, they say the wizard (Rustaq witch man) actually ate these people he used to chain, ranging from babies to women and men. [Probability - 2/5? Could be, cannibals do exist, but what would he get from eating these people? More power?

What Actually Happens:

The story atleast is consistent in every rumour heard. They say that the sound starts from 12 midnight upto the fajr prayers. The sound heard is that of a human being which is similar to that of a tormented man. They say that the sound is so scary that it sends a chill to your bones. (Which actually is true, as heard by me - You can find the video below). No one has been able to identify as to why this is happening or where from. There is no exact spot the sound comes from.

The Area:(Rustaq)

The wilayat of Rustaq is in the Western Hajar, at the south of the Batinah. Rustaq was once the capital of Oman, during the era of Imam Nasir bin Murshid al Ya'arubi. Rustaq fort, built four centuries prior to the dawn of Islam in Oman, is an imposing structure built on three levels, containing separate houses, an armoury, a mosque and four towers. The tallest tower stands over 18.5m high and has a diameter of 6m. Hazm Fort is an outstanding example of Omani Islamic architecture and was built in 1711AD. The fort's roof is built on columns, and contains no wooden supports. Its walls can withstand great impact, being no less than 3m thick.

Rustaq is an area of healing, warm springs, the most notable being Ain al Kasafa.

Sightings/Hearings:(First Hand Accounts)

People have actually started travelling to the site to see for themselves if these rumours are true or not.... although some of them agree that they've heard the sound of screams, they've not been able to determine the exact spot it comes from..(hmmm something fishy there?)

At the same time, others have reported of going to the sound source site and hearing absolutely nothing at all, probably, they claim, because of the prayers going around in the mosques at that time, which probably stops the screams. The Dua's have a lot of power as we muslims believe.

The locals though are absolutely certain that they have been hearing this sound almost everyday, and are so terrified that they are starting to get tightlipped about this.

So then with opinions divided, how interesting does this article get?

Government Action Taken :(The Police/Imam)

As far as the reports are to be believed, the police have conducted a search at the area and are currently tight lipped about the whole issue as they do not want this to be unnecessary drama. But according to more rumours, the people have actually found the chained people in the room that was never supposed to be opened. Whereas others say that the police found nothing at all, and have not even heard the screams.

Latest is that the supreme Islamic scholar of Oman (forgot the name) is going to the site to conduct a spiritual search and probably drive away the sound for good if things work well. Fingers crossed.

Video Clips: (Be aware, download the file and listen/watch at your own risk!)

I have just about laid my hands on a video clip that was forwarded to me by my mom's friend's sister who had happened to visit the site recently. It's about 10 seconds in length and is very spooky, more like the blair witch project. The sound of tormented shouting is clearly audible and very real. Please listen to it only if you're 15+. Apparently there are more video clips doing the round of forums, so as soon as I get hold of any, I will post them here.

>>>>>>Please right click here to download the video clip (you will require Quicktime player to be able to view, or alternatively you can download and then upload it to your phone)

Conclusion:

There is nothing much that I can say except that it does look a little real, but then who can trust video recordings nowdays? So probably the best option is "See, hear it to believe it yourself". The media reports that it could be a "dog-like creature" is simply disturbing and just a lame shot at moving away the attention of the public to something else. The question still remains...what/who is it that makes these dreadful noises? What is the purpose? For now...the question lingers on.

More RANDOM Thoughts

2007-02-26T00:30:00.000+04:00

1. I just cant get enough of Justin Timberlake's "What goes around..comes around". Friggin hell, im humming the song even in my sleep i've heard! Specially the last bit of the song. Damn!

2. Lately i have got this lovey dovey feeling again. I so wanna fall in love....Who's behind that veil? Please come out!

3. Slowly getting used to work, and all that waking up early business. Shit! It's 12:30 am and im still awake. Waaaaah i've only got 5 hours to sleep!

4. My website http://omanicricket.com has been listed in the Pan Arab Web Awards! Please pray for me people that I win some sort of prize there inshallah!

5. To all the people who visit my humble blog.....THANK YOU. Without u, i wouldnt have been wasting my time thinking about how many hours i've left to sleep..Har har. Goodnight wonkers!

What Goes Around.......Comes Around.

2007-02-23T23:44:00.000+04:00

Ok I have to admit, Im listening to Justin Timber"fregiingcool"lake, and the song title obviously is "What Goes Around, Comes Around" from his not so new album "Futuresexlovesounds".

So Im gonna talk about two aspects of this title here, one is obviously the title itself and second, the song.

1. What GOES around COMES around - Arent we all familiar with that? Do something good for someone, and the goodness has some sort of a path to find you...and vice versa. But have we also noticed that it's the bad things we do to others that mostly finds it's ways to us. I mean hurt someone today and tomorrow someone will hurt you exactly the way you just hurt the person before. Is this karma? I dont know why this happens, but I believe it's the way human nature is. I've experienced this first hand, and continue to experience it....im not sure how many have gone through it the same way I do...

2. The SONG - Damn this song is just superb, reminds me of the other Timbaland-Timberlake Collaboration titled "Cry Me a river", with some excellent tunes and usual Timbaland flavour, along with a surprisingly sweet voiced Justin thrown in the midst. What I like about this song also is the simple and beaustiful lyrics about Love and how it can break or mend a heart and all that goddamn preaching!

For my sake, listen to it, and then comment on my boring topic lol....

Random Thoughts

2007-02-18T17:53:00.000+04:00

1. I really hate the very word "WORK". The very thought of it makes me nervous and unpleasantly bored.

2. Because of work, now when i come back home, im intoxicated with sleep, problem is when Im tooooo tired, and I try to sleep, I cant even sleep because of the tiredness! Has this ever happened to anyone else?

3. I am now a board member of the Team Oman Cricket initiative. How cool is that? I mean now i can voice my opinions, distribute ideas, and people are actually listening!

4. My brainchild website, www.omanicricket.com got the Silver prize in the recently concluded Omani Web Awards 2007! How cool is that? Im so pleased that I wanna hug everyone.

5. Ok when I say I wanna hug everyone, it's basically only chicks. I dont do guys.

6. I love you all.....Once more, ladies only. Mwah.

My first car - Im lost!

2007-02-16T22:34:00.001+04:00

Right so basically life's just started in Oman after a long party after graduation. Now it's down to the nit bits of mid life crisis. I mean all that freedom while studying, no tension of money or the pressure of looking after anyone, all down the hole. Now it's time to start working and looking after life. I start work tomorrow early morning, and goddamn it sucks, just the thought of it.

Anywayz thats not what the topic is about. Since I'm going to start working, I've realised Im gonna need a car real bad.. Something I could use just to take me from point A and back to Point B. Plus here in Oman, having a car is something really necessary since it forms the lifestyle that Omanis live. Something cheap, doesnt take much fuel, easy and cheap replaceble parts and ofcourse good resale value... What else could be better than the Toyota range?! So i've set up my mind on that, although suggestions are welcome... Do you think anything else beats my choice of the Toyota? Ok i admit im not rich enough to buy a super duper good looking porsche or a BMW, but hey just give me 5 years, and my arse will be rubbing the seats of one of em beauties inshallah..

So now my problem is COLOUR. No im not colour blind thankgod, but im certainly lost as to which colour I should use. Now I've set up my mind on 3 colours, BLACK, WHITE or SILVER. I love Black. Black is beautiful, but i've heard when black gets dirty, it really shows on the car (the dirt). White, well, a little scratch is like a huge one! And silver is almost like white.

So guys please help me decide..... Should it be a)Black b)White c)Silver?

Happy Valentine.

2007-02-13T22:39:00.000+04:00

Here's taking time out to wish all lovers, friends, family love, and to all enjoying Valentines day:

Have a great one! Love is something beautiful, so dont lose it. Celebrate it open heartedly.

Nasra's Writing Sessions

2007-02-13T04:20:00.000+04:00

This is something new to me, perhaps unheard of, but a young spiritual writer poet and writer Nasra Al Adawai (www.iamnasra.blogspot.com) is holding a free writing sessions in Oman soon. Poets and non-poets are encouraged to go. I believe this free writing sessions will not only help you to write and think better, but will awaken the sleeping poet in you.

In her own words Nasra describes this upcoming session as "Writing is gradual process so if you wish not to write, reading and hearing also can change the mood. Allow me to show you how poetry lifted me up, so here is my first writing session."

Please do spread the word around....The poster for this event can be found on her blog under the address "http://iamnasra.blogspot.com/2007/02/write-out.html"

Freedom within me

2007-01-24T00:47:00.000+04:00

My wishful sins tremble my deeds
Care not bout me, somehow ye wreak
Flying away I still inside
Not a moment to perish neither cry
Stuck in the stillness of time
Carefree of the world, a moment withers
Ye see, hear yet disturbed
Destiny beckons understanding soothing shrieks
Drop of tears form an ocean of ambience
Smile fear not to find the light.

'Tagged' - By Arabian Prince.

2007-01-23T04:12:00.000+04:00

What will happen to your e-mail when you die?
Hmm i'd say that since no one has access to my password and emails, the account will be open until yahoo decide to deactivate it.

Did you try once to give the password to someone? If yes, what kind of relation that you have with this person to trust him/her and give him/her the key of your secrets?
Yes I did try, and she was a special someone for sure.

Your famous nickname among your Friends?
Before it was ZULU, nowdays it's just ABS.

Your age?
Old enough to be a dad.

Your horoscope?
Scorpio

Your qualifications?
I have a degree in Computer Science (BSc Hon)

Your character "personality"?
I dont know really. Maybe i could start with....im shy. Rest u can find out.

What travel means to you?
It means i can unwind, relax, forget my worries, and enjoy the trip and do some sightseeing. I love travelling.

Your time out of peak
I dont even know what the question is asking me.:S

What do you purchase?
I like purchasing gadgets, technological stuff, and ofcourse clothes, shoes, and loads of playstation cds.

Features taken from your dad
I have taken my complete outlook from dad. I look a ditto him.

Features taken from your mom
Temper, cleanliness, smile, behaviour and ofcourse great cooking tips.

The most 6 things you hate
- Politics
- Snakes
- People who are stubborn and snobbish.
- Chicks that talk very little
- Boredoom
- People without respect.

The most 6 things you love
- My family, especially my mum.
- I love my life, hamdullilah
- My friends, couldnt have wished for any better
- My knowledge of life
- My laptop and other gadgets that i cant live without
- My business

What job means to you
The freedom to live without worries, the money and the "job" itself

What computer and internet mean to you
It means everything. Ever since the internet was out here in Oman in 95, I've been a hopeless fanatic. Now that im a web designer, the internet is essential to me. The computer is something I cannot live without. It's my essential to-have.

You would like to pass this tag to:-
Everyone in my bloglist, those that have not yet been tagged, and to whoever is readin this tag, Yes YOU, please you're tagged by the maniac.

Thanks for your patience.

2007-01-21T01:22:00.000+04:00

This message is for all you readers out there who seem to keep finding time to waste on the blog of a self titled maniac. Now now, I truly appreciate the fact that you passed by every single day, and am sorry to have left you disappointed atleast more than once.

Formalities over, let's see what all I've done so far.... Hmmmm.....Hmmmm....Hmmmmmm. Well one thing is for sure, I've been damn lazy. With work a distant truth, and sleep a closer reality, I seem to be sleeping even when im wide awake. It feels like im intoxicated. Bed looks more and more delicious...yummy yum yum.

Cheerful news for myself obviously is that I've got that much dreamed of "driving license" about 2 weeks before Eid Al Adha. I was over the moon. It was my third try for the test, and the early morning looked really inauspicious. My stomach was grumbling like crazy and I couldnt find any toilet nearby (not that I bothered looking - in short I hate public toilets). So i wait for the policeman. When policeman enters car, I can feel myself quacking in my boots. And that too not only 1 but two policemen! As soon as I start the car, and reverse, boom, it hits the pavement. With sweat dripping and with all hopes gone, I move the car back to the parking bay and reverse again. Then the test starts. All goes well until the dude asks me to turn into a corner which i thought was a "no entry". I tell him nope cant go there, only to realise a second later that I was wrong. Well hamdullilah, despite my mistakes I passed, and all thanks to Allah and also the kind policeman. I wish all you drivers who are trying for their licenses to get the same policeman. All the best!

It was only 2 weeks having acquired my license, when I nearly met death face to face. Cruising inside al khuwair, hurrying to get to the barber's to have my haircut, I noticed this water spillage on the road, and I zoom right past through it. Moments later my car is skidding brightly doing a Tokyo Drift for no apparent reason. The world seems to spin by in a flash before the car hauntingly comes to a stop having bashed into a lamp post, luckily no damage to the driver and passanger side. Only the back of the car resembles Superman's iron body slammed into it. After crowds have gathered by do I realise that I wasnt the only one at the scene of accident. Three other cars had done some happy drifting and crashed like me. Reason: "Diesel spilled on the road". Worst of all was that it was my cousin's car. Even worse, I couldnt speak arabic, and the police knew jackshit englizi. Luckily my younger brother was around to translate. Eid is over, car is back, insurance sucked as usual, and im never going through any spillage ever again. Thinking about it, I could have been dead by now.....and the funny part is that I've been having this recurring dream forever that im driving and suddenly the brakes dont work and crash boom crash, I escape uninjured and that's exactly what happened in reality. And only after the crash did the dreamy nightmares stop. Hamdullilah im still going strong. God only knows when he wants me back with him.

The best news for me recently is that fact that I've got a job at P.D.O. Wohoo, I start in february, and a job I could dream of. Plus that fact that I kicked ass in the interviews (15 omanis participated - 5 chosen) was the icing on the chocolate cake. Looking forward to work and living a working life in Oman. Money money, is so funny, in the rich man's world!

So folks, if you've surprisingly reached upto this point, then bravo! I bored you, and I know I did. Still, thanks for reading chicos and amigos. Will continue my comeback laterz! Astalawohoo dudes.

Abs.

Unforgivable Cologne - By Sean John

2006-11-07T08:07:00.000+04:00

There's this general attitude that men get more handsome when they smell better, and the mother of all scents is the one that can make a lady go weak on her knees. How far is that true? Im not sure, coz I just made that up. But I do have a little story to tell...

First of all let me start by saying that my current favourite "Cologne"(notice the opening and closing commas) is definitely Sean John's Unforgivable. It's got everything....it's sexy, mysterious, cool, lovely etcetra. Now on my way back to Oman, from the UK, I remember going to the duty free shop at Heathrow to check out if they had unforgivable. I past atleast 3 duty shops and they all had no idea what unforgivable "perfume" was. So I had to go about explaning P Diddy! and what all he does, and that finally he had produced a perfume which was way better than his crappy songs. Finally one of the assistants corrected my stupidity and it went something like this "You want a COLOGNE, not a PERFUME, coz girls wear perfume not men". Imagine me sheepishly grinning and acting dumb. So men, remember next time u go to buy a PERFUME. It's not PERFUME, it's COLOGNE.

In any case, I finally got the Unforgivable in one of the duty shops, and on trying it, the beautiful phillipino assistant almost went weak with the smell and whispered something like "That's so nice.....I dint know it existed". I ended up getting her number, and Unforgivable. I love u Sean John (in a fanly way, Im straight u know..)

Abs.

The Inside Man - 2006

2006-11-05T00:55:00.000+04:00

Synopsis - A cop has to talk down a bank robber after the criminal's perfect heist spirals into a hostage situation.

Tagline: It looked like the perfect bank robbery. But you can't judge a crime by its cover.
Directed by - Spike Lee

I have to refrain myself from describing the general plot outline of this movie, as I believe it would spoil the elements of the movie for the general audience who havent watched it yet.

I dont know where to start or how, but damn! What a movie! How do I describe it? Tense, thriller, suspence, slick, fantastic...blah blah, where do I start?

This has got to be one of the best movies I've seen in a while, mostly thanks to a great script and great acting by Denzel, Owen and Foster. From the beginning of the bank robbery to a thrilling finale, I was glued to the screen. It's a shame I was not able to catch the movie in a theatre, but even the DVD did the required trick.

If you've watched Dog Day Afternoon starring Al Pacino, then you'll probably start comparing the two, but I would stay away from comparing these movies. Each one is different on it's own. I loved Clive Owen's slick acting. It makes me wonder, why did the Bond producers go for someone else, while they have their own Bond waiting in the line?

My favourite quote in the movie has to be from Owen himself, when he speaks in the beginning while in a Cell (Unknown):

"My name is Dalton Russell. Pay strict attention to what I say because I choose my words carefully and never repeat myself. I told you my name: that's the Who. The Where can most readily be described as a prison cell. But there is a vast difference from being stuck in a tiny cell and being in prison. The What is easy: recently I planned and set in motion events to execute the perfect bank robbery; that's also the When. As for the Why: beyond the obvious financial motivation, it's exceedingly simple... because I can. Which leaves us only with the How; and therein, as the Bard tells us, lies the rub."

Silent Night

2006-10-31T19:53:00.000+04:00

I kept walk, 'twas a silent twinkle
Shifting me collar, a frozen night
Lonely road, footsteps are single
Not a soul, neither left nor right

Stopping, 'heard a mournful cry
'neath the dim lit lamp
Strange creature, fouls a sigh
Momently mine thoughts lie damp

Should my boots heed the heel?
The urge is not to go back
There is a lot being said
One answer, is all I lack

Far away, a cracked smile on the moon
Mocking my uncertainty, how dare thee?
There is no going back, not soon
Finding myself, I am after me.

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Poem taken from 'Black Rose'
Copyright 2006 Abs

Back to Basics - Driving Lessons.

2006-10-31T14:16:00.000+04:00

It's been a while since I failed my last test in driving, thanx to me, myself and my stupid silly mistakes. It's actually been 3 exact years since I sat in a car to drive. You see, immediately after my last failed test, I went back to the UK to finish off my final years in UNI.

Now am back and my driving oddessey starts again, right here in Oman. Today was my first day back on the steering wheel. Was I nervous? Hell no, but I was certainly rustic. In the beginning I was shifting wrong gears, from 2 straight to 5 instead of 3 etc. And then while taking corners and roundabouts, I was panicking very quickly. But half an hour into my first lesson, I was back to my smooth best (atleast that's what I think), although the guy next to me was kind enough to let me know, I still needed lots of practise. But at the end of it all, I was quite happy withmy first day back behind the wheel. I feel I need about 10 lessons more, before I'm ready for my first test. Pray for me guys.

Until laterz
Adios.

Eid Mubarak Oct 2006

2006-10-25T19:06:00.000+04:00

Here's wishing eid mubarak to one and all. I hope you have a peaceful and enjoyable eid with family and friends.

Love you all.

Abs.

Death

2006-10-22T21:15:00.000+04:00

I treaded the path once often stepped
Shifting breeze, uneasy glance
Distant thunder, silently clapped
I kept walk, not looking back, not once.

Memories burning with each step
None around, no sound serene
Paths make way to open gap
Should I take it, am I keen?

Twice looked around
Leaves withering, as if to cry
In bewilderment I am unfounded
Twice looked at heavens, I try

Something is wrong I sense
A cold wind snaps my inner
And it dawned just like that
It's the death of summer
Winter starts.

Copyright 2006 Abs.

From Oman with Love - The Story So Far

2006-10-21T02:39:00.000+04:00

The going so far can be described in three simple words - Hmmm okey dokey. It's been a brisk two weeks out here in the haven of the middleeast. Time just flew by so fast and with it comes an eagerly awaited eid. Wow, did I even do anything meaningful this far, apart from simple eating grand iftars and walking down the road to Al Fair and Kargeen?!

Ehem, im not that bad either. Let me recount what all meaningful I have done:

Cricket - Yup the first and foremost. As soon as I literally touched down to Omani soil, I switch on my cell, and holy shit, I've got a message saying there's an urgent team meeting. Me taking it as a good sign of team bonding, went ahead. The meeting was held at the grand gardens of al amirate near the amirate cricket ground. I was actually half an hour early, so I took my time walking around the garden and exploring it. There were loads of other walkers like me, trying to digest their well earned iftar. Lots of beautiful chicks too (ok please do not overcrowd the garden now guys). Half an hour later, Im seated with 20 pure Omani cricketers enjoying coffee and enjoying the free spirited chat with the "locals". I say locals because expatriates suck in our Omani cricket. Time they were booted out. So thus began my cricketing odessey once more in my beautiful land. What's more, there was a Floodlit Ramadan cricket sponsored by NBO and I was asked to play in it. We ended up losing in the quarter Finals. Too bad, but I've enjoyed my first stint of Cricket in Oman. Time to look forward to the new season in Oman.

Job - Ok ok ok, let's admit it. I'm not a good saver of money. I had worked my arse off in UK earning money like holy shit, and suddenly when it was time to leave I found none of it in my bank. Holy cow! I was broke! Now u can imagine the limits to my spending. So I reach Oman peniless and depending on family. But there was one trick. I still had my card from the UK, which meant I could use it to withdraw cash from my account in UK. So what if the balance went into the red? If I go back to UK, I'll work again and put it back to green! So im rich again! Holy mother! Rich kid, poor kid, rich kid. I hate this life. In any case, I decided I was going to apply for jobs, and hence started making up my CV adding all the qualities that only a gentleman like me can have, ehem (pun unintended). The CV was a success, the first and only place I applied to, I got the interview. I went over on the appointed time, and I get greeted with the receptionist who probably is too shy to speak to handsome guys like me (ehem again I apologise for unintended puns), so Im called in and this arrogant manager starts off nicely but ends up talking way too much. When it came to salary, we couldnt agree much. It was too low for someone with my experience and quality (this time I aint joking fool). We parted with him offering me the job, and me promising to sleep on it and let him know of my decision in the coming days. Apparently he was giving me commision on my work completed and apparently I would have earned about 2000 OMR a month. Me knowing it was bullshit, spoke to him the next day anyway and generously declined. I wasnt willing to slave for anyone. I'm my own destiny. In any case, I decided to stop applying, and wait for Eid to end, and then when everything comes back to normal, I come in BANG! Pray for me everyone, I dont want a high salary, I want something reasonable.

A love story - Ok if it happens, you'll be the first to know my lovely blog visitors. Promisey.

Lol, if you've reached this far reading all that nonsense from me, well done. I've got more to share, but it's rather personal. Time in Oman is going great, im hoping to settle down and start the party!

until laterz. Chiao and let's kill the fat lady!
Abs;)

Short Cake - Layer 2

2006-10-18T04:40:00.000+04:00

Salim was a rough driver. He could kick on the accelator to 140 km/ph and hold the steering wheel with just one hand. To him, driving a car was a mere pleasure that he could not be bothered with. Just about three years ago, Salim and his gang of other friends where involved in a horrific crash which left him dangerously close to death. But Salim somehow fought off death and came back from the ashes. He had a huge scar on his belly to show it.It was a terrible sight, and a soft prayer was said by Abbas as he absorbed the cool air coming out from the vent of the air conditioner. He would not argue with Salim to slow down. He silently hoped that Salim had learnt his lesson.

Abbas' thoughts wavered to his present. Just two days ago he was in Great Britian, packing his bag, excited to see his family and friends. The long year before had been terrible, long and eventful, with it being his final year in university. He had just completed his undergraduate degree and he swore silently, that it was his toughest year in life. He could not do any more of studying and assignments. He needed a break. And he promised himself not to work for another year. A whole year, which would compromise of relaxing at home, going out with friends, and ofcourse, learn the language he most craved - arabic. He needed the language real bad. He was Omani after all, and he considered it a shame that he couldnt speak his supposed mother tounge. Evening classes were the real deal, and he needed to find out about one such class that would make him stand out as a real arab. The best part of it all, he thought, was that he had real arabic speaking friends around him. It was high time he ditched the english he spoke with them. Time to make a mark for myself,he thought, a target. Arabic.

"So how was your flight back home? Any pretty air hostess?", Salim brought him back to the present.
"Uhuh, a couple of them. More like your average aunties", Abbas laughed.
"Man it's good to see you back", Salim guestered, one hand still on the wheel, doing 110 km/ph.
"Same here bro. Looks like nothing much has changed?", Abbas enquired.
"Nothing much. They've got building a huge flyover near the airport and that's pretty much it. This is Oman for you."
"Aren't they sick and tired of flyovers and roads and shopping centres? When will they build a real monument? Look at other countries, they all have something or the other to show off. The empire state building, the two towers in malaysia, hell even our neighbour's got the burj. Beats me!".
"Yeah but who really gives a damn down here. Everyone's just busy with wasta and pocketing money into their big bellies. Bless our father though. He does all his best for his people".
"Crap".
"Man, welcome to the 18th century. Love it or hate it", Salim laughed.

Abbass kept his gaze outside the window. Long barren roads filled with luxurious cars. He knew he wanted one of thos for himself one day. Which one would it be? Mercedes? BMW? Ferrari?

"So what we doing today?", Abbas asked?
"Let's get to PDO, they're making barbeque today. Zubairs calling the gang around. What you say?"
"Sounds good."

They crossed Qurum and came into PDO. Abbas had not been for a long time.

Am I in Love?

2006-10-17T03:19:00.000+04:00

I sit for a while and sigh a deep mellow breath
Pondering for a moment, am I awake or am I asleep?
I silent breeze wake not my thoughts
For I wish to be here, serene in my world

Am I in love, or am I not?

I'm coming home!

2006-10-03T04:29:00.000+04:00

Finally, yes finally I'm going back to Oman and i've never been as excited before. It feels so good. Just the thought that I'll be spending quality time with parents and brothers and sisters is just so cool. Plus, after a long long long time, I'll be fasting at home (Ramadan), celebrating Eid at home, and celebrating birthday at home! The last time I did all that dates back to about 8 years ago... Gosh time does fly.

I've been so lazy recently. I dont know why, maybe it's just I havent been able to relax much (I work the night shifts during weekends as a receptionist - Travel Inn) or it's just me getting very old. I have hardly been able to bring myself to do anything at all! Hell I cant even be bothered to pack right now, considering day after tomorrow I leave for Oman!

I've been working on a website titled "www.omanicricket.com" which I'm planning to run as a small mini business on the side to earn a few bucks while I get a suitable job. Hopefully when I'm done working on the website, I hope to receive a substantial amount of advertising money:) Fingers crossed. Not to forget, I'll be reporting all Omani cricket action from all over the sultanate! So watch out for that space folks. By the way, I hope I can still ball and bat!

Until laterz,

Abs.

Sort of Back?

2006-09-18T00:12:00.000+04:00

Howdy people of the blog world and my readers. Thankyou for your patience and kind inspiration. I do whole heartedly apologise for my rather long time away from my personal blog. It's been one hell of a three months, where I've managed to finish my exams, pass with flying colours, and graduated with a proud kodak moment. Yes ladies and gentlemen, Im now a normal human who now tastes the "job" world. Damn I hate working, but then who doesnt. Atleast the dough makes it worthwhile.

Well, im back now, so hopefully I should be able to post more. Oh yes!! 3 weeks to Oman!!!!!!! Wohooooo, cant wait.

Yours truly.
Abs.

Away for some time.

2006-02-22T21:12:00.000+04:00

Lately I just havent had the time to come online and blog. I'd rather study and finish off my pending projects. So just wanted to say I wont be coming around to blog here as much as I would like to, for some time atleast.

Thanks for reading my blog and see you soon.

Abs.

Valentines - Again it's myself.

2006-02-14T09:33:00.000+04:00

Today it's back to the day that I neither love nor hate, it's valentines folks. Ahh those star struck, lovey-dewy lovers, hand in hand, dreaming away about a perfect life together. Valentines certainly has a magic to it.

Sadly it's been about 4 years since I last celebrated my valentine the last time around. Since then i've been single and have not had a chance to celebrate this "love" day. In these four years, I never really bothered about the day itself, but today suddenly I feel like I should be with someone, someone to celebrate it with. Unfortunately it's not gonna be so. Just another day I guess.

Oh well, let's make that 5 years missed. As for the rest out there, wishing you a very HAPPY VALENTINES DAY.

Abs.

.::8::. tAg Is BaCk

2006-02-07T22:19:00.000+04:00

I've been tagged by Arabian Prince who incidently is the most frequent visitor to my humble blog. Many thanks,

Here we go. As summed up by AP "It is a tough one".

Eight weird things about me:

1. I talk a lot to myself in the toilet. Stand in front of a mirror and just chat away. Way too weird.
2. I can literally "bite" an icecream.
3. Sometimes when I'm all alone, I feel like as if someone is around me, even though after much turning around to make sure, I do not find anyone?!
4. In my dreams, when I laugh at something, you'll find my lips curled in a smile
5. I have one recurring dream - of driving this car at full speed, without brakes and slamming into people and killing them, yet no scratch on me. But in reality I am not scared of riding cars. Salamat inshallah.
6. I like to keep playing with my teeth, and the farther they keep going.
7. Really short tempered, and not so sweet.
8. I like the taste of lipstick for some reason. Thankgod I dont put any.

Eight attributes of my perfect lover:

1. Not really fat or obese looking. Perhaps someone who is average.
2. As passionate about love, as me.
3. Good looking and pretty?.
4. Has to be understanding and supportive.
5. Has to be really coooool and very very very talkative. Im the shy one.
6. Has to love my family and be a part of it. Family comes first.
7. Must be the modern woman, sophisticated, good humoured, appreciative, and loving.
8. Smile, I love it!

Im supposed to tag 8 people! Hmmmm i dont think I have that many people in mind?!

Nasra
Pineapple Thief
Blue Chi
Ti3gib
Toxic Honey
Taboo
Life Silent
LIP Members!

Short Cake - Chapter 1

2006-02-02T17:26:00.000+04:00

He sat there watching the world go by. No one noticed him, and he didnt care. The coffee shop, starbucks, was at it's peak. Customers were diligently coming and going. The air in the city centre was getting thinner and thinner as crowds grew by the number. Oman was fast getting infested with the population blast, but he was not going to care. Today he was just going to sit and enjoy his coffee, two lumps of sugar, a little bit of milk, and a strong aroma. He still wondered why he loved coming to starbucks? This place after all was made to loot the innocent coffee lovers. At 1.5 rials a cup, it was a shocker. But then nothing made sense in this country. After all theory said, Arabs were rich, use their money.

Nearby, an aussie dance group were performing one of their many shows on the mock stage set up at the last minute. People, mostly families, milled around and enjoyed the show with their little kids hanging on the shoulders of their fathers. The moment was a kodak moment. Looking around, he noticed the casual youth, thousands of whom aimlessly roamed the city centre in search of the elusive flirt. Guys with tight jeans, probably copied from western and eastern movies, with hair combed back to the skull, and with bulging muscles, the trend that had entered Oman. Girls with their see through abayas, smartly dressed with tight jeans as well. They were a sight. Chitter Chatter and smoking was the craze in town apparantely. He could sit there and watch this horror show for days, but he was now getting bored of it. Salim had yet to make his way down. Where was he?He glanced at his watch again. It was ten minutes past eight. He would be here anytime soon he promised himself and took another sip of coffee. He took out his phone and dialled home.

After a ring or two his sister picked up, "Salam bro, wassup", she asked.
"W'salam Sara, is mum home?".
"Yeah she's here, wanna speak to her?".
"Nah it's ok. Just let her know, I wont be in till late. Tell her not to worry about me. Im with friends. I got the keys so I'll make my own way back in the house. ok?".
"Sure, have fun bro."
"Thanks babe, you too. Laterz". He put the phone down, took a deep breath and looked around again frantically looking for Salim. Where the hell was he? That's when she caught his eyes. The most beautiful thing that he has ever seen so far in his hour of looking around. She was dressed very simple. A stylish scarf covered her hair, and her face had a radiant smile, which made her look more pretty. She wore a beautiful abaya which covered everything she wore on the inside, and she walked elegantly, as if some princess from another country happened to visit his beautiful country. For a moment he caught her eye too. He did not look Omani at all. Maybe a tourist? He was dressed in soft baggy jeans and wore a black T-Shirt with a cool logo of a skeleton on the front. He was was neatly combed and he had a cool light barely-visible beard. And that smile. She loved that smile. Her brother called her out from the distance. She hesitated and moved along quickly. Whoever this guy was, he was cute, but her brother was very watchful. She made a quick exit.He watched her leave.

He was sure she was looking out at him. Otherwise why would she smile? He took a quick picture of her in the camera of his mind. He would remember her for days to come. He picked up his coffee again for the umpteenth time, but the coffee too had deserted him. It was half past eight now, and Salim was nowhere in sight. Suddenly just like that, out of nowhere Salim appeared like a flash of light and sat himself next to him.

"Sorry Abbas, got caught in trafic."
"Dude, I was about to leave. This place is making me sick now with all these show offs", Abbas said pointing in the direction of three guys smoking away like as if Cigarattes were suddenly banned from tomorrow.
"Ouch. Let's just walk about a little and then we'll go. Im meeting Zubair here as well. So we'll have some fun at the PDO later."
"Cool, Zubair is here as well?".
"Yeah he just came back from his holidays. The dumbass looks well tanned".
Abbas managed a short smile. Zubair was the joke in the group. His jokes were so funny, you had to have a huge appettite for laughter.
"Right then let's get moving. This smoke is gonna kill me matey". With that they left to have the promised walk.

Just do it.....Nevertheless.

2006-01-31T23:02:00.000+04:00

For so long, as I've lived an almost miserable to a happy life, I've constantly had one dinstinctive unwanted feature within me......a fear of not wanting to do things and enjoy things around me.

Everytime I thought of doing something, or I passed something I liked, I would suddenly recoil and walk away as fast as possible in the fear of gaining something and then regretting it.I would always come up with a lame excuse for myself, and I would suddenly find myself telling me, "oh dont bother, there's enough time to do that", and then the moment would slip by and long forgotten onto the long lost chapters of my youth. Now the time has come to change it, and it starts now.

From now, everything about me will act opposite to what I used to do. If I pass by a shop seeing a delightful chocolate flavoured Ice cream, out jump my hands into the depths of my pockets for the money, doesnt matter if I wanted to save for something else. From now, if I walk by a block where some really hot chicks are practising dance, I'll remind myself to sit and admire the beauty and the bargain - the dance. From now, I will do the exact opposite of what I think. Maybe I'l enjoy my youth anyway.

Let's just chill for 5 minutes folks. It wont kill us. god forbid.

Congrats Hamas

2006-01-27T20:03:00.000+04:00

Yesterday the Palestine elections threw up an unexpected and chilling leader, victoriously winning the elections, Hamas. This is the same organisation that have created an aura of fear into the hearts of Israelis, and them winning the election has thrown up a huge question mark on the future of Palestine. What happens next? Does Hamas use it's power and carry on more killings on Israeli soil? Already governments of different nations have expressed caution to Hamas, without reply so far.

Let's hope for the best for peace in the middle east.

Rang De Basanti

2006-01-26T16:32:00.000+04:00

I have been itching forever for a look at this movie the day it would release down here in Leicester and yesterday my prayers were answered! I finally got to watch the long coveted Aamir back in action after the disasterous "Mangal Pandey - The Rising".

Never have I seen a movie stay loyal to youth and freedom at the same time. I wasn't expecting much out of this movie except for the fact that it might have shades of Dil Chahta Hai, another popular youth flick. But this one blew my mind right from the beginning to the end, although the story got a little too ficitonal towards a pulsating climax.

This is the story of friends, a story of freedom fight of India in the 1940s India, a story of a young English journalist wanting to make a documentary on the diary left behind by her grandfather who served in the British Legion during the freedom movement of India, a story of love, a story of patriotism, story of coruptness within politicians. This is a movie that needs to be watched to be believed.

What I loved the most was the first part of the movie right to the interval. It potrayed true friendship between a group of lovable friends who stick with each other through thick and thin, and seem to have the time of their lives. Aamir as usual played a good role, but is ably supported with all the character including Mahadaven. But my favourite character has got to be Karan(Siddarth) in the movie, mostly because he represented me so much in the movie. Quiet, open minded, secluded, looks etc. Felt like as if I was right in there on the screen.

All I can say is if you watch hindi movies, even with english subtitles, it's worth the watch. Go ahead and chill for 2:30min. It wont kill you. My rating? 3/5. The second half killed it for me...

Official website - http://www.rangdebasanti.net/

Love is just bullshit.

2006-01-19T21:14:00.000+04:00

Amazing how love can change people, yet find time to destroy their lives.
Amazing how love can be a sunshine at one point, and total darkness at the other.
Amazing how people easily fall in love, yet find hard to get out of it.
Amazing how love conquers all, yet defeats all will.
Amazing how love is beautiful, yet crazy.
Amazing how people can fall in love at first sight, yet it blinds them.
Amazing how love is everything, yet it's nothing.
Amazing how love is considered tasty, yet turns sour.

Have you got my point yet? If not......DONT MAKE THE MISTAKE OF FALLING IN LOVE.

Marriage - Revisited.

2006-01-11T22:07:00.000+04:00

One of the most controversial and taboo subject for me. Sometimes I just look at all the married couples and then silently wonder, how can two people stand each other for the rest of their lives. Although I know someday I will have to get married and leave my legacy behind, it's going to be a very very difficult decision for me, not because I wont be able to live with the same person for the rest of my life but because I just dont believe in the theory of marriage. Ok agreed it's a sacred thing and that having a partner by your side is one of those greatest feelings one can have, but then thats me. There's always something niggling in my head and I just keep wondering every now and then.

Another problem which I somehow can't seem to agree with is the the theory of arranged marriage! I mean, what the hell? You choose someone for your child and what if you child doesnt like his/her match, but only marries because you asked your child to do so. How will the poor child live for the rest of his/her life? It is very difficult this arranged marriage stuff. I prefer having a love marriage because you already love your opposite and it's only a matter of tying the knot.

One other problem is wives can be such a big headache. Im not talking from experience, but rather what I feel. Everynow and then they will ask you to go out, shopping, fun etc. I mean it's all coolbut there's a limit!But whatever the case, all wives are mothers too and for that FULL RESPECT!

Abs.

When friends are lost.

2006-01-11T21:53:00.000+04:00

This has more to do with me at the moment than anyone else around I guess. Friends. What should I say? Ok here I start the rant....

Sometimes I just feel that I have friends who "act" like they're friends rather than actually being one. Yesterday during Eid, I called up a few (rather two) of my so called "friends" who never bothered keeping in touch all these days like as if I didnt exist. Well as expected, they didnt bother picking up the phone. I realised one thing there and there. F*** them. And if they call me or message me back, f*** them twice, thrice, whatever it takes. Coz I aint gonna bother about them no more. Yup you'all history.

End of rant.....

I guess this is stupid writing it here, but I needed one ear to listen to me, and blog was the best i felt. Sheesh.

A blownup story.

2006-01-04T21:14:00.000+04:00

Its about my Laptop. And the adapter is gone, and after countless rings to Toshiba, I get a poor customer service and finally find out that they do not have another adapter in stock, which made me look on ebay and other worldwide websites that could sell adapters. And guess what? Same bloody story. Out of stock, or either too expensive (60 quids!).

So i decided to try out this small shop next to my house. And voila, I get it for 50 quid, although still expensive, but atleast didnt have to run around. So here I am back on my laptop, and back to blogging.

I must say, not being able to work on the laptop for almost a week, was a complete shocker! I didnt realise I would so much time to do other stuff. Plus I was able to go out more often. Although I haver to admit, I did miss my laptop a lot.

My Desktop

2005-12-27T21:56:00.000+04:00

I've been tagged by: (To show my current desktop)

Ti3gib - http://www.qps-ballers.com/Blog/ts.php

And now I would like to tag the following friends and bloggers to reveal their desktops:

*Sweetest Taboo (You wanted to be tagged!)
*Dija
*Pineapple Thief (Illogist)
*Toxic Honey
*Life Silent
*Blue Chi
Thanks y'all.

Groin Kick -Ouch

2005-12-27T20:56:00.000+04:00

Lol this one of the most funniest of pictures I have seen on the internet for a long time now. Just got me cracking up. Thought I'll share it with the world:D

Here you go:

Old Boy - Reviewed

2005-12-27T20:30:00.000+04:00

With blood spilling out at almost hook and crook and corner of the movie, an incredible live octopus eating feat, teeth smashing and emotional vengence intensity, Old boy easily stands out as my personal favourite movie of the year 2005. Infact one of the best in the past 5 years that I've been watching movie, with Hero standing out a close second.

I'm just following on from a previous post of mine, and this is the review of it, although I wont be including any spoilers, as I want all good cinema fans to watch this movie. I RECOMMEND it! Go watch it, if you havent yet.

I loved the movie simply because of its breathtaking camera work, perfect acting and ofcourse the intensity of the story. Once I sat, I didnt wanna move my eyes away from the screen lest I miss something. Just perfect.

All I can say is.....go watch it! (My rating 5/5)

Oman Wins - King Cup International Soccer Tournament.

2005-12-25T14:34:00.000+04:00

Omans national squad with fresh faces and sans chief coach Srecko Juricic made a stunning start to their campaign in the 36th King’s Cup International Football Tournament notching a 2-1 win over North Korea. Information received here from Thailand, said that Oman playing the lung opener of the tournament played well to score a thrilling 2-1 win over the North Koreans yesterday.

In the match that followed, hosts Thailand struggled to a 1-1 draw against Latvia, which put Oman coached by Mohammed Juma Al Khalasi on top of the standings.

Oman, now plays hosts Thailand tomorrow in the second match of the evening and Latvia on December 28.

Article taken from Times of Oman.(timesofoman.com)

Looks like Oman National Team is heading into a new direction with a new coach and new style. They beat North Korea! That's great news. So we've now beaten both the korean teams. Next is Japan and Qatar. We gotta beat them! Let's wish Oman the best in the tournament and let's hope they win and gain confidence for future tournaments.

Tom Yum Goong

2005-12-25T14:06:00.000+04:00

Yes I finally saw the movie, thanks to the P2P world! And I must say I wasnt let down. Action, Action and Tony Jaa kicks ass! Although the story and direction was a big let down, I didnt give a bollocks....Tony Jaa's action was more than enough to watch the movie alone. This guy has got to be spoken to in the same breath as Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan and Jet Li together! The first time I saw Tony Jaa was in "Ong Bak" and for that first time, I was one of his his biggest fan already! Awesome Muay Thai and ancient fighting skills.

The Story:

TOM-YUM-GOONG is the story of a young man named Kham (Tony Jaa) whose life is turned upside down when an international mafia syndicate, based in Australia , captures his two beloved elephants and smuggles them thousands of kilometers away to Sydney . The two elephants are far more than mere animals to Kham and his father. They are part of his family and were being prepared to be presented as a token of devotion to his Majesty the King of Thailand. The only way Kham can possibly save the animals is by venturing into a foreign land for the first time.

If you havent watched Onk Bak yet.....DONT WASTE ANOTHER MOMENT. Get the dvd! And then after that watch this one. Tony Jaa wont let u down.

Official Site
Trailer Here

R Kelly - Slow Wind Video

2005-12-23T12:31:00.000+04:00

This is one of those amazing R Kelly songs, the pied piper of R'N'B. I just fell in love with this song as soon as I heard it the first time around. The song "Slow Wind" is taken from his album TP.3 Reloaded and the video is very well shot, probably shot in the Caribbean Islands. Watch it!

The Video has now been removed. Will put it back on request.

OldBoy

2005-12-23T10:59:00.000+04:00

This is one hell of a movie that I've not yet got to watch, and I so can't wait to watch it. It's been mocking hollywood on it's toes since it won the best film at cannes. I tried all tricks on the P2P hulla, but alas could not get it. Tried torrent, too slow. Im one of those who dont bother buying DVDs since it's nothing but a complete waste of money, when free options are available! So yeah, havent been able to download the movie, but hopefully soon, I'll get hold of it.

The Story:

An average man is kidnapped and imprisoned in a shabby cell for 15 years without explanation. He then is released, equipped with money, a cellphone and expensive clothes. As he strives to explain his imprisonment and get his revenge, he soon finds out that not only his kidnapper has still plans for him, but that those plans will serve as the even worse finale to 15 years of imprisonment.

What draws me towards this or any other South Korean or Hong Kong movies, is the style and substance used in all of their work. It's like watching a painter painting a great masterpiece. To name a few would include, my favourite "The Hero starring Jet Li", "House of Flying Daggers" and ofcourse most of Jackie Chan's hong kong movies, not forgetting "Ong Bak" with Tony Ja as the new Jackie Chan on the horizon. (Just got hold of Tony Ja's new movie Tom Yum Goong and will be giving the reviews soon after I watch it.)

For now, I'll keep dreaming of Old Boy.

Official Site Here
Trailer Here

7 Lucky Stars

2005-11-01T02:47:00.000+04:00

I have been tagged by Z and Toxic Honey.

Seven things I plan to do:
1. Open up my own business after Uni.
2. Go on a "Around India" trip by October.
3. Learn Arabic.
4. Learn the Quran.
5. Complete "The Zulus" Album and make it sound better
6. Get into full time cricket back in Oman.
7. Get into full time Gym + Keep my hair long.

Seven things I can do:
1- Piss off people.
2- Still lift 40 kgs at home.
3- Stay up awake for 36 hours so far.
4- Graduate with a First Class.
5- Open up my own business.
6- Cook curries. Any women's dream out here in UK.
7- Keep long hair!

Seven things I can't do:
1- Work with flash as of yet.
2- Fly after drinking red bull.
3- Reason with haters.
4- Programme. Software programming!
5- Make Chappati.
6- Drive.....till i get my license.
7- Buy a car.

Seven things I say most often:
1- Crap!
2- Sheeez!
3- You suck!
4- lol
5- shit!
6- oh my god!
7- screw you.

Seven people I want to pass this tag to:
1- Arabian Prince
2- Triple Tee
3- Blue Chi
4- Nasra
5- LIP members
6- Paradise babe
7- Whoever hasnt started a blog yet, and is planning to start one.

Sleepless in Leicester.

2005-10-27T14:04:00.000+04:00

It has been a week where, not for the first time, I've not been able to sleep much. Everytime I plan to sleep early, so that I can have a good night's rest, I end up doing something or the other and time just flies by. Infact this week has not been any eventful at all. The most damaging factor perhaps is that I have to work the nightshifts during weekends, and for that it's a hardeous task constantly shifting the body clock. By the time it's monday(tuesday being uni), Im shattered!

Perhaps after Ramadhan is over, things will get back to normal. I will try and plan ways to sleep a little longer and get that much desired restttttttttttttttttttttttttt. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........ Whoa!

Life Submissions.

2005-10-26T04:36:00.000+04:00

This poem was written by me and by Frozen Echo.. He is a lovely inspiring poet. The numbers in odd are by me, and the numbers in even are written by him. Enjoy.

1. Gloomy gloom, a soft sound travels the path
2. The darkness caressed me with its silent noise
3. Stillness wrapped the hymn in its wrath
4. Anger tickles peace like a frustated toy
5.Life had showed a miserable course, dead beat
6. My tears are dust in this game of sadness
7. A blurred vision wraps itself around like a sheet
8. Blinded I try to sheath this pain through slumber but im sleepless.
9. A chilling winter cracks open my inner soul
10. The nightmare reawakens and posses me whole
11. I walk on, as strange eyes view me and scowl
12. the devil on my shouldler pricks me with curses
13.As the world spins, life slowly drips away
14. Paleness takes over me as I sigh my last breath
15. A gush of wind makes me sway
16. Speechless and unmoving I feel death
17. A tear flows through coarse creeks
18. Like dew drops in spring I feel the misery in me leak
19. I feel the pain of surrender, no more a fighter..

copyright abs,frozen echo.

My first post as a True Blogger.

2005-10-23T22:07:00.000+04:00

Im probably getting blog crazy nowadays but this idea is so cool. Plus considering the fact that this is my first actually "official" blog using the EBlogger way!

ab-s-olute-maniac

1. Perfect in quality or nature; complete.
2. A person who has an excessive enthusiasm or desire for something

First of all, clarification needs to be done on why I chose "absomaniac" as a blog title and identity. I was actually on a bus journey when I realised my nickname could actually be mixed up with a crazy name! And when I thought of it, it actually made sense combining Abs with Maniac, which turns out as absolute maniac. Ofcourse not the maniac we always hear of. This maniac mostly describes the maniac in me who loves almost everything about life, whether be it music, sports, lovelife, family etc. So Voila "absomaniac". (I have to admit, Peter Andre was sort of an inspiration - remember insomania?)

Cheerio!

The Serendipity of Life

2005-10-23T10:53:00.000+04:00

"I wrote this poem last night as I was at work, a little bored. For a long time, I have been wanting to write a long poem, as majority of my poems are short. Plus I've used the sonnets style of poetry writing here, which is new to me and untested. But im happy with the result."

The Serendipity of Life

Under the frozen lamp he stared

Cold gushes of pain through his breath

Adjusting his collar he sat there and waited

Life was slowly slipping away

All blur seemed like magical hypnotism

A silent cough let out a stream of murky blood

For a moment, he revolved feverously

Each rotation setting forth more spewed gag

Finally the spinning stopped

Momentarily hell beckoned

He was not going to give up easily today

Poverty had made him a fighter after all

It had been a long eventful day at work

Tiring, heavy bags beneath her eyes

Home summoned her from far away

As she lurched on to her destination

From far away the merciless clouds promised gloom

Her walk was surely ill fated with cold doom

Fleetingly, for a second, she stopped

Her heart reached out to the man beneath the frozen lamp

Was he dead, why does he tremble?

Awkwardly her feet followed her heart

She couldn’t part, he moaned for silent help

Finally she let out a hand of aid

He had waited in the scrubs for a long time

Now was the time to pounce

Stealthily he moved around the two

And approached her from behind

His shinning dagger glowed in the shadows

He yelled for money, poised to strike

Wait a minute, which is that man she helps?

He is half dead, and yet she aids

In her trembling eyes he saw an angel

The most beautiful ever, a simmering glow

The tear dropped with the stiletto

“Forgive me, I shall go”

He was gone before she could utter

She stood there for a while, confused in bewilderment

Her wavering hand pinched her to life

The man was in need of attention, and she was going to do it

God had given her the strength tonight

She had to abet him

In the glory of the morning dusk

Two figures stumbled along the path

A slow and painful journey it pictured

Life was at the Almighty’s altar

Two lone strangers fighting death and gloom

Finally her house bloomed over the horizon

God had answered her prayers

She would look to him through the night

The first ray of sunlight hit his eyes

It stirred the life in him, as he opened his soul

God had made a mistake

He was supposed to be in hell, not in heaven

Wait a minute

He had survived, he smirked, and he had done it

Death was played upon and cheated

He had made it through the night, but how?

He looked around and a chill passed his bones

A woman lay dead on the floor.