Monday, July 24, 2006

Hurts of the past!

It seems the past is really haunting me! My leg was broken about 9 years ago, and now it's starting to hurt again, ... it never really healed completely, but the remnants were distant and faded. Now they pain seems fresher than in the last 8 years!

I still remember being broken hearted 6 years ago! But the pain is almost gone now, ... as well it should, it remained fresh burning for 5 years almost.

Then again about 6 months ago, ... but this was more of a shock than a hurt. I still find it hard to believe that it really happened!! Life can be very wierd indeed.

Then and Now: Computer Graphics in Games

Besides being a lot of fun to play, video games are also a major driver of innovation in computer graphics.

Monday, July 10, 2006


by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.

I'm tired!

I'm tired, I'm blocked, don't wanna work, don't wanna talk, don't want anything. I feel that I can't write, can't read, can't talk to people, can't work. I feel damn week and vulnerable. Oh shit, this should not be published. Hooooofffffffffff. Maybe some sheesha would help? Maybe a week in the Himalayas? Or in the sea? Maybe I ned to cry? ... I think that might help, ... well, rest should do, ... but I can't afford rest, ... don't have the time for that kind of luxury, ... . Something else, ... I need a MOTIVE, where is my motive? why am I going on? Inertia? What is it that I want? To be successful? buh, ... to be "The Best"? The Best my ass!!

I need a motive, ... I need a purpose.

Boo7a The Game

The site is running now, the official web site of our first game title. And although I wasn't very positive about this game, I am happy that its almost there, the demo should be released within a week.

Comming next might be "7arb el sa3eed" or even "Al Andalus".

It seems that we are really making games :)


I suddenly got interested in photography. I read the theory, the techniques, the manual of my fathers cam. Yaqeen is attending a cinema school, so he's interested too. So we decided that once a week, we're gonna go out, pic some place in our stunningly rich country that we barely know, and start taking photographs. First friday was at "El Khalifa" , the photo shows the Sultan Hassan mosque, beside it is El Refaey mosque, and behind me as I took this shot is the old citadel of Salah El-Din.

What really shocked me that day, was the children on the streets and in the mosques, their innocense and joy at the prospect of being photographed, their aweet laughter that made me believe again that life has some real beauty in its folds.

I might publish some of the photos later on visual-halawes.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Edgar A. Poe and Gobran?


by Edgar Allan Poe


From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.


Does anyone feel the link between Poe and Gobran? Or is it just me?

Sunday, July 02, 2006