Life is a series of choices. Every step is a choice, an option, a decision. We try our best to make these choices based on what we know. What we pick may not be based on what is right and what is wrong, but what we believe in our minds and hearts. Whatever we do decide, we have to compromise. It is always one or the other.

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N’s Backstage: Behind the Scenes

Backstage I don’t always post about what I think about posting, there are a lot of ideas that I just disregard. Here are a couple of unmatured* ideas for blog posts I have thought about, but haven’t quite written a post for:

  • Addictive personalities: Do you believe in such a thing? This isn’t a type of attraction, but a personality that you just need to be around or have around you.
  • Excuses — way too common: I don’t feel like going out because… (fill out the blank) Too lazy, sleepy, too cold, too hot, too busy, too bored, too sunny, too dark, too windy, too noisy, too blah blah.
  • Cashing in on Eid: Visiting family in Eid felt like cashing in on Vegas slot machines (or something like that). We got extra points for being around the family, to be enough for a year or so.
  • Random: Food appreciation is proportional to the size of your tummy. Don’t pick on chubby people! (A friend disagreed since he loves food and has high metabolism!)
  • Random: In anime, the main characters in high school mostly always sit next to the window.
  • Random: The real reason men who aren’t supposed to wear Speedos, do. It is because it gives them a visual image of what they could/would be like. Lets call it, self motivation.
  • The way you walk: What it says about your personality.
  • Random: Dialogue argument between two people, disagreeing about the same thing, but from two different perspectives.

* Unmatured: A state of not being complete. It is not a real word, but should be.

A Glance from Across The Room

Talking to a Woman When he glanced to his right, he was struck by her charming beauty. He led his eyes to her lovely long flowing golden brown hair. Her eyes were enchanting and sparkling. Her nose was small yet long and pretty. Her lips were lush and beautifully drawn. She was wearing a brown and black dress, elegant and very appealing. She sensed him looking at her but did nothing, she kept listening to her friends chat as they sat together at the table drinking their mochas.

He was the type who enjoyed admiring everything beautiful. He could stare at a beautiful scene, painting, or a building for a long time detailing every curve or surface with his eyes. When it came to women, he could not stare for so long, his modesty would never take him that far. At that moment, he felt the need to look at her. She had captivated him, not only by her looks, but she had this bewitching aura and he could not help but steal peeks at her, wanting to spend a few minutes exploring the experience of speaking with this beautiful woman.

He pictured himself getting out of his seat, walking swiftly over to her table standing by her side and saying — nothing. He would freeze in place, enchanted by her yet again. Noticing, that half the people in the Cafe would be looking at him, he would shake the feeling from his head and say, “Hi there, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are and I had to come over and ask if you have a few minutes to talk? I’m ________ by the way.” She would faintly smile back and say, “I’m ________ nice to meet you, ________. Give me a minute please.” He would walk back, turn and throw her a smile, and continue back to his seat to wait for her.

The sounds got louder, and he slowly started to notice the people around him, the smell of his warm latte between his hands. The beautiful woman who was sitting to his right was fidgeting in her purse, probably looking for her wallet. It seemed they were getting ready to leave. This was his chance, it was either now or never. “Too bad,” he thought, “This isn’t a fantasy world we live in. This is Kuwait and things like this don’t work this way.”

“Oh well.” He signaled to the waiter, “Check please!”

No Limit, There Are No Boundaries

Smashing Boundries In July, I posted about being who you want to be, and that the limits imposed by the mind should not affect who or what you want to be. Today, I come to you with a different approach to being something you always wanted to be.

Imagine yourself in a small room with gray walls, without a door or a window. The thought is depressing I know, but in this example that is your world. You do not have access to anything outside this room. Neither do you know if there exists anything beyond this room. All you know exists, is you, and the room.

Now imagine you have a television in your room [Note: For you smart alecks, ignore the logical need for electricity, a power plant, a camera.. etc. For this argument let us assume that they are not needed.]. It is on. You can see someone else in a similar room but with a different color wall. You may start to wonder what it would be like to be in that other room surrounded by those different colored walls.

Your need to experience the other room may increase, and so you try to search for an exit. There must be a way out shouldn’t there? You investigate every square inch of the room looking for something different that might be a clue to an exit. You find something that looks like a seam. You dig at it with your nails and you follow through the edge and trace a door in the wall.

The door may lead you someplace, it may lead you to the room and it may not, but you decide you need to get out of there anyway because you are ready for something different. You embrace the idea that you can try to be in a different place.

This is what life is at the moment. Your friends, your home, your job and regular hangouts are your little gray room. The television is all the media you have access to from radios to television shows to magazines to the Internet.

The world is much bigger and larger than you imagine. There are possibilities out there, that have not even been documented on television or on paper. There are places that have not been mentioned in mainstream media (or have not come close to being publicized).

The television shows and programming we receive on all our media devices dictate what we know about the world. If a news article is published about an important event, we are bound to believe it because of trust. However, we do not quite experience the actual event. Sometimes we do not wish to experience them because they are terrible events, and other times they are joyous and wonderful.

You do not have to be an engineer if you do not want to. You do not have to be a doctor if you do not want to. You can be anything you want to be. What is stopping you? If it is your family, then that is an issue you will have to tackle on your own. They would want to wish the best for you and would want you to have a better future. Would a parent really deny their daughter or son a chance at living the life they want to live in accordance with certain values? Would you deny your children that chance?

Change is almost always difficult. The world is much bigger than we can imagine, and the opportunities are out there. There are enough people who need help, there is enough money in the world to go around, and there are plenty of people who would be happy to have crossed paths with you.

Do not place any physical boundaries. There are countries out there who would accept you the way you are, and would allow you to do what you love to do.

Do not place any mental boundaries. They say you can do anything if you set your mind to it. The idea here is that you can do anything you can imagine, however silly or strange or odd or unconventional it may seem.

Do not place any emotional boundaries. This may be the hardest to overcome if you decide to make a huge change. We only live once, only once. You may never have a chance to live the way you REALLY want to just by fantasizing about it.

What you see and hear may give you an idea of what you may expect, but the only truth that really matters is experiencing something first hand and being there when and while it happens.

P.S. Every once in a while I may post a long post. For those who love shorter posts (I know who you are.. I know where you live..) you may take the time to read this in stages. Do not feel discouraged. Give it a shot. If you really do not want to read the whole thing, you may skip to the last 4 short paragraphs.

P.S.S. This is the post I was talking about (limiting oneself) a couple of days ago when I had Nothing To Say.

Python Fix: cp720 encoding

I recently found a fix for getting the error unknown encoding: cp720 in a third party python application. I had previously written a work around for your own created applications but for third party applications it would be somewhat tedious to go around and implement this solution, also it may provide unnecessary and unknown outcomes.

The Error:

Command failed: unknown encoding: cp720

The Solution:

  1. Download cp720.zip
  2. Deflate the zip file.
  3. Copy or Move the file cp720.py into your python encodings folder.
    • Example: C:\Python24\Lib\encodings\

Restart the python application and hopefully that should work for you now.

Resources:
http://bugs.python.org/issue1616979
https://lists.ubuntu.com/archives/bazaar/2006q4/020513.html

Mr Hyde

71275688 Do all of us have a dark passenger? As Dexter put it. When you look at something, and don’t feel yourself, but you think strange thoughts that you normally wouldn’t have. You think of doing things you normally wouldn’t do. What relationship do you have with your Mr Hyde?

This is not a question of good versus evil, or right versus wrong, but YOU and the OTHER you. Does your dark passenger come out in certain situations? Is there really a dark passenger, a Mr Hyde, or are we one and the same.

Nothing to Say

Dark Wind At first this was going to be a post about not limiting oneself by the boundaries imposed on us by society and the media. I.e. to go out there and live our lives as we want to, not as the world around us wants us to.

I paused.

I was going to write about the weekend, and our problems with the electricity at home, and all the mess that is happening. That would be complaining, and I’m not in a complaining type of mood.

I hindered.

I wasted to write something positive, something good that has happened recently. Nothing crossed my mind.

I need to improve my style of writing. I have been relaxing way too much.

Another pause.

That is all.

The dark wind brushed against my face, prickling my cheeks. The scarf kept my lips and neck warm. I felt the cold wind mixing with my warm wet breath with every puff. The inside of the scarf felt a little moist. I turned my face gently towards the dark wind, a gust burned my eyes, a cool burn that made my eyes water. A tear dropped not out of sadness, probably not. There, I saw it. Glowing in pitch black darkness. It was vaguely round, morphing with every stroke of wind that hit the surface. Disconnecting and connecting, glimmering in the distance. There it was, the moon upon the sea.

Reserved, going to add something here later.