Lights are down..Silence is the only spoken language..A pen at hand, On a rocking chair..With the monotonous motion of the chair, thoughts pace in one's mind..A new idea..A new thought..A new beginning.. Black ink flows on white paper..Forming words that touch the cords of hearts that long to see, listen, and speak..Words of passion, and of wisdom..Words of joy, and of sorrow..Melancholic melodies..Yet joyous ones..Words of the world..
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Sincerely,
Sarah M.H Khater.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Grave Rose
In caressing gentleness
She stands
Within the silence of morbidity,
Singing a hymn to the lost;
The dying souls,
To morbid and helpless calls,
In tears of mourning hearts
Enclaved within the blue and grey
Of Death,
Decay.
Black garments of Grief
Among glorious graves;
The roaring echoes of the brave.
Spears, swords and shields
Of Glory that never yields.
From blood planted in battlefields,
Blossoms thrive
Beyond the ashes,
Beyond the epitaphs,
Sorrows,
Ends,
Beyond all their whipping lashes
Breaking all impediments.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Breathless Paradise
Strains,
Chains,
Or Paradise plains?
Names..
Gone with the blowing dust,
Forgotten as ages rust.
The lust
Of 'staches with cigars;
Masters of souls and scars,
Games, balls and bars.
A dark farce.
Ageless hands, but visages old
Of souls
Bought and sold;
Infants bold,
Stories retold
In dying grains of sand,
And tears of a lonely land.
In coffins of breathless flesh,
And the empty grip of a hungry hand.
Chains,
Or Paradise plains?
Names..
Gone with the blowing dust,
Forgotten as ages rust.
The lust
Of 'staches with cigars;
Masters of souls and scars,
Games, balls and bars.
A dark farce.
Ageless hands, but visages old
Of souls
Bought and sold;
Infants bold,
Stories retold
In dying grains of sand,
And tears of a lonely land.
In coffins of breathless flesh,
And the empty grip of a hungry hand.
Friday, February 17, 2012
A Thousand Different Faces
A thousand different faces all around,
All alike,
Stories bound.
Eyes in black, eyes in white,
Eyes of a gladiator in a fight,
Eyes in hazel, eyes in green,
Eyes of people seen..Unseen,
Eyes of scars, eyes of pain,
Eyes of Glory in shattered remains,
Eyes of honest thieves from yore
Of a Sherwood tale of rich and poor.
Hands so coarse,
Sabers bright,
Recalling the charge of a Brigade of Light.
Sparks in helmets of crusades
In the lands of a Sultan
And a thousand maids.
Smiling visages of souls entwined.
Heart-breaking weeps o' babes
Left behind.
Eyes that speak of vaults of the soul;
Epitaphs of broken hearts in the Fall.
Eyes in different faces all around,
Open books alike
With surnames crowned.
All alike,
Stories bound.
Eyes in black, eyes in white,
Eyes of a gladiator in a fight,
Eyes in hazel, eyes in green,
Eyes of people seen..Unseen,
Eyes of scars, eyes of pain,
Eyes of Glory in shattered remains,
Eyes of honest thieves from yore
Of a Sherwood tale of rich and poor.
Hands so coarse,
Sabers bright,
Recalling the charge of a Brigade of Light.
Sparks in helmets of crusades
In the lands of a Sultan
And a thousand maids.
Smiling visages of souls entwined.
Heart-breaking weeps o' babes
Left behind.
Eyes that speak of vaults of the soul;
Epitaphs of broken hearts in the Fall.
Eyes in different faces all around,
Open books alike
With surnames crowned.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Inner light
As he walked down that lonely street, he could hear those weak footsteps walking behind him, sending their childish echo through the walls of the buildings embracing that street.He turned around to see that young boy still following him.That boy has been following him for some time then, and it was so strange because the boy never asked him for anything or talked to him.All he did was just smile at the young man in such irresistible innocence.The man thought the boy was cute at the beginning but then, a while later he started to get a bit suspicious.Who was that boy, and where were his parents?He certainly wasn't a vagabond from the streets as he was dressed neatly.He wore an ironed, blue shirt, on which lay a light grey, sleeveless pullover, and black trousers.The boy looked very decent, which made the man even more suspicious, seeing such a decent boy following him all day long, not speaking a word to him, and simply smiling all the time!
The man had lost his job lately, and now he was in such a dilemma.He was very frustrated because he was such a dedicated worker, and a very talented person, and he was only dismissed from his job due to a severe financial crisis that took place in the company in which he worked, forcing the manager to dismiss all newly hired employees.Unfortunately, the financial crisis did not take place only in that company, but in a great number of other companies, causing a lot of people to lose their jobs, and become unemployed.Due to these circumstances, the man knew that he would have to stay unemployed for some time before he could get up on his feet again and find another job.
The path through which the man walked seemed much longer than usual, and he could not stop thinking about how frustrating life could be.Just as that opportunity of a better life touched his hand, it slipped right through his fingers in no time, and now he was back to the point of nothingness again.
The man found a number of stairs beside him, so he decided to rest there in the shade for a while.He didn't feel like going back home then, because he felt that if he went there, he would keep reminding himself of his failure.As he sat there, the young boy approached him, smiling, and sat down by his side.The man didn't lift his head off the ground, and he decided to ignore that boy till he left.Thoughts of frustration paced in his head like fire in a forest, burning his ambition.He decided to give up.He had tried so many times before, and was now terribly tired and could not take more steps forward.He could not direct his talents somewhere where they would be of good use, and every time he tried to achieve something he was met by rejection, or bad circumstances.He felt like it was that point of the race where his legs hurt so much that he could not run any further.He needed to stop..To take a break from all that was happening around him.
As he stared at the ground beneath him, his eyes met the shoes and socks of the young boy beside him.He could not help but notice that something was wrong with the boy's legs.As he lifted his eyes a bit higher to look at the boy's trousers, his heart gasped with pain as he realized the bitter truth.The boy had no legs.Instead of two small, youthful legs, a pair of metal sticks were present, replacing those lost blossoms of beauty and engines of youth.Obviously, the boy had lost his legs in an accident or so, and instead of them, he had those horrible machine-like legs.The man lifted his eyes to meet the boy's.He expected to see a pair of lonesome, melancholic and tearful eyes, but instead he saw a pair of shining, smiling, innocent eyes, full of life and expectations of a bright future.It was only a matter of seconds until the man saw the thing that changed his life forever.
A group of boys came over and offered to race with the young boy sitting beside the man.The boy nodded and accepted the offer.As he stood up, one of the boys sarcastically commented on the young boy's legs, saying he wouldn't be able to race with them.But all the young boy did was look at him and smile calmly.They all stood at the start point marked for the race, and started running.
As they ran, the young boy's position started to decline, finally leaving him behind as the last.The boy who mocked the young boy looked behind and when he saw that he was in the last place, he laughed loudly and annoyingly commented about the boy being so late.Suddenly, the man-who has been watching everything from the very beginning-saw a sparkle in the young boy's eyes, a sparkle that shouted "I CAN" in silent determination.And then, for the amazement of everybody, the boy started to advance and pass the other boys.Regardless of the pain in his thighs and the breath that he could not take..Regardless of his stumbling legs and unstable steps..Regardless of everything, he put his eyes on the goal before him and struck the long street like lightning.The boy could not believe his eyes as he saw the young boy approaching him at such speed, and he tried to increase his speed but in vain, the young boy had reached him and was already passing him.Finally, and by a very slight difference, the young boy stormed through the end line, followed by the other boy.The young boy stood there, without a word, gasping for his breath, as the other boy approached him and shook hands with him, nodding his head slightly as a token of respect.The young boy shook hands with him in absolute modesty, as a smile shone upon his face, and he tapped the boy's shoulder in a friendly manner.
The man watched all that in tremendous amazement.He could not believe his eyes, and was deeply affected by the incredible determination of that young boy.He stood up on his feet and walked toward the boy, intending to talk with him and know everything about him.At that moment, as the boy lifted his head and looked him in the eye, the man discovered that he knew those eyes well.They were his own eyes.Those hazel eyes and light brown eyebrows.It was at that moment that he understood it all.It seemed that the boy could read his thoughts, and how could he not when he was actually a part of that man himself?How could he not, when he was the fruit of that inner struggle burning within the man's heart, between surrendering and fighting?
It was then, and only then, that the man could see the message he was sending to himself.The boy was nothing more than the powerful fighter within the man's soul, the mere creation of his personal imagination, urging him to move forward and not give up..Urging him to fight all reasons for frustration, and prove himself..Urging him to shine, regardless of all the obstacles that might stumble across his path.He understood now that it was all about himself.It was in his hands to lift himself up to float amidst the clouds, or let himself fall down into the depths of the Earth.
The man nodded with a smile as the boy looked at him and laughed gladly, innocently.The man knew now what he should do.It was his time to shine.His time to stay high as everybody else fell down with the surrounding circumstances.It was his time to leave a mark of himself..A mark of his existence.
The man turned to the other side, and started to walk up that path once again, that time with nothing in his mind but two words.."I CAN"..This time with a clear vision of himself, and of his abilities..This time, with the world between his hands..He turned his head to cast one last look upon the young boy, but the boy was gone..He was gone now, that he had succeeded in making himself understand that he was worth all the success in the world..And worth existing, and living..
The boy was that inner light present within the man, guiding him toward the trail of power, of proving oneself..That inner light inspiring his heart to cure its wounds and cease its bleeding, with that resolution of his ability to do anything, and a smile that removes all pain..Till now, every now and then, the man still sees the boy with that smile upon his face, standing by his side, reminding him of who he truly is..Reminding him of his inner strength, and his inner patience..Reminding him of..His inner light..
Sunday, July 3, 2011
What lies beyond..
After a long time of observing matters, I eventually came to the conclusion that this world basically revolves around what is unseen rather than what is seen. A very significant representation of the power of the unseen is the mind. If we have a deeper look, we'll find that everything revolves around the mind. Yet to discuss this matter, we have to clarify the crucial difference between the mind and the brain. The brain is nothing but a physical representation of the mind-the metaphysical. A simple representation of the unseen. A relation similar to the one between the body and the soul, where the body is nothing but the physical presentation of the metaphysical, the soul.
In real life, we see a lot of people who are physically disabled, yet mentally much more powerful than other physically perfect people. A mentally unstable person could have a perfect physical existence, but in reality he does not exist due to his mental absence. Thus, in considering these examples, we find that the fundamental basis for a true existence is the mind and soul, not the body. In addition, based on my personal perspective, I find that the mind actually dominates the soul in the hierarchy of human metaphysicality. Through the mind, you can control the soul, as all thoughts reside in one's mind. A positive person is positive because they keep positive thoughts in their mind, which eventually affect their spirit, while a pessimist is pessimistic because their mind is drenched in negative thoughts which slowly crawl to fill his spirit with negativity. And from this point comes the idea of "The laws of attraction". Concerning the laws of attraction, I believe that we are the ones who actually create those laws ourselves. Thinking to yourself "I will succeed" and finally succeeding is not a matter of coincidence. You create your own success without any coincidences, simply because thinking you can succeed produces positive feelings throughout your mind, which spread to your soul and make you work toward achieving your thoughts. It is also noticed that "thoughts"-which are a metaphysical element- are the main brick for establishing numerous wonders. Thus the relation between metaphysicality and physicality is mutually beneficial, but still with a dominance of the metaphysicality over the physicality, where the physical element is a means for presenting the essence of the metaphysical one.
So, basically, physical existence is not the true existence, but metaphysical existence is. This is obvious in the fact that we still talk about people who died centuries ago, and how we take many of those prominent figures to be our role models in our present lives and get touched by those words that they said a long time ago. This proves that physical death does not mean actual death, because physical death does not mean death of the soul. A person could die in body, but their memory could stay in many hearts for eternity, and throughout ages to pass. These memories- which have a metaphysical presence- are much more powerful than photos for instance-which are a physical presentation of the metaphysical-since photos fade with ages, and get affected by the winds of time. Thus, having a wider look upon the Universe, we notice that the majority of people live from the perspective of the "seen" in a world which should be seen from the perspective of the "unseen". An amazingly applicable theme to this theory is the theme of "Appearance Versus Reality", tackled in many literary works throughout different ages, and profoundly relevant to reality. The "Seen" is the "Appearance", while the "Unseen" is the "Reality". Our vision as human beings usually stops at the "seen" level-the level of "appearance", or what our eyes can see, not our mind. This is quite clear throughout everyday relations and events. How many times were we deceived by the outer looks of someone, then discovered that they are absolutely different than what they seemed to be? How many times were we deceived by the actions of a certain person, but never got to think about the true story behind them?
Usually our limitations stand at the physically seen appearance instead of the metaphysically unseen reality, and that is why, for instance, we cannot imagine Heaven and its wondrous luxuries, for it contains what no eye has seen, no ear has heard, and what never came to a human's mind. "فيها ما لا عين رأيت, ولا أذن سمعت, ولا خطر على قلب بشر", and this is actually the beauty of it, the suspense present in knowing that even the most beautiful things that we saw or felt in this world are nothing in comparison to what exists in Heaven. Even if we try to imagine, we'll find the final picture imagined in our minds a mere combination of previously seen images and places, simply because our limitations stand at what we can only see.
Hence, putting the borderlines of our existence at the level of physicality actually stops us from enjoying the beauty of the unseen. We cannot deny that a great number of physical existences are truly wonderful to the eye and soul, but if we take a closer look, we'll find that these beauties are again an outer cover for an even more beautiful hidden message, like the interesting cover of a closed book which stimulates your inner senses and arouses your curiosity to take a deeper look into its contents. And here comes the role of imagination. One of the amazing marvels of the human mind is its ability for imagination. Unleashing your imagination means unleashing your soul into a world of what's beyond touchable existence. It can actually generate feelings, voices, scents and other emotionally biased experiences out of nothingness, only if you get too involved in your imaginations. Imagination is the product of a short-lengthed physical action, like a word or a smile or a moment of fun that took place in a certain space of time, carving an eternal metaphysical existence in one's mind and heart, in the form of a memory, or a thought. Thus, imagination is the mind's way to relive moments that once existed in a physical state, through their metaphysical form. So, as is said, it is truly better to be absent yet present, than to be present yet absent.
"من الأفضل أن تكون غائبا حاضرا, عن أن تكون حاضرا غائبا"
In conclusion, from my perspective, the Universe is wrapped in an invisible cloak of metaphysical elements, represented shallowly by other physical ones. Once you are able to remove the curtain of the "seen" away, and start to look at the world by your heart, mind and soul instead of your eyes only, you will be able to experience the true beauty present within every situation, and within every person on this planet.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
الفيس بوكيّون !
نظرا لوجودى المتواصل على الفيس بوك وكثرة الفريندز فى الفريند ليست خاصتى, ونظرا لوقت الفراغ الرهيب الذى أعانى منه, قررت أن أقوم بتقسيم الشخصيات الفيس بوكّيّة الى عدد من الشخصيات المحورية باختلاف درجاتها المحورة فيها.وأستعرضها فى الليستة التالية:
-أولا:شخصية الفيس بوكىّ الحبّيب:
هذا الشخص دائما موجود على الفيس بوك "بيحب" فى أحد, قد يكون أو لا يكون موجود فى الحياة الطبيعية.هذا الشخص يوجه ستاتيساته جميعا الى شخص سنكتفى بتسميته "أنت"..فنجد ستاتيساته كالتالى:
*"أنت" زهرة العمر, وندى الجبين المرهف..أنت "اللبة" المستقرة فى قلبى.
*ذهبت الى جميع محلات البقالة لأجد حبا يكفينى العمر, ولم أجد الا "انت".
*تكلم....ف"أنت" فى قلبى.
والعديد العديد من الستاتيسات المماثلة.وكما ذكرنا سابقا, هذا ال"أنت" قد يكون تكوينا هلاميا من الهواء المعبأ بغاز ثانى أكسيد الكاربون وليس له رائحة أو طعم أو لون ولا يساعد على الاشتعال.
وكلما وضعت له كومنتا "يا عينى يا عينى" أو "أيوة بقى".تجد منه كومنتا اخرا يقول فيه "أيوة بقى ايه يا حسرة علينا".مما يؤكد النظرية السابقة والتى تقترح كون هذا ال"أنت" مجرد تكوين هلامى من الهواء المعبأ بغاز ثانى أكسيد الكاربون الى اخره.
-ثانيا:الشخص الغامض..والصامت:
وهذا الشخص هو الذى يولج الى الفيس بوك فى صمت بدون أن يعلم احد.فهو دائما "أوفلاين" ولا يتميز بالعديد من ال" أكتيفيتيز" على الهوم بيج.ولكنه يراقب فى صمت.يتابع فى صمت.غارق فى الصمت حتى حواجبه.
وعندما تسأله "ايييه يا عم مبشوفكش على الفيس ليه؟" يجيب "أنا دايما موجود" فى صمت وغموض وابتسامة هادئة.وعندما تخبره عن اخر الاخبار, يرد عليك "اه سمعت الموضوع ده قبل كده" أو "يااااه ده خبر قديم اوى" أو "يا بنى انا لسه شايف الصورة دى انهاردة الصبح", وهنا فقط تكتشف أنه يولج على الفيس بوك من ورا ظهرك فى صمت وسكون..يتسلل..يتوغل..ينتشر..ويقتل!
-ثالثا: الشخصية الاخبارية:
يتقمص دور مذيع الفيس بوك.تدخل الى بروفايله لتجد جميع الاخبار موجودة من السايتات الاخبارية المختلفة, بدءا من خبر سقوط الرئيس أو المعركة التترية التى حدثت فى الدورى وصولا الى خبر ولادة سيدة صومالية لطفل بخمستاشر قدم وسبع عيون, ثم تكذيب هذا الخبر فى خبر اخر والاعتذار عن كون الشاهد على هذا الخبر رجلا فى المائة وخمسين من عمره وقد وقعت نظارته فى البحر وهو يصطاد العصافير ويأكل اللب والسودانى.
هذه الشخصية تقوم بعمل "شير" لكل ما تراه أمامها من أخبار ونوتس ولينكس وفيديوز.وماشى بمبدأ "شير للغير" !
-رابعا: شخصية أعجبنى:
هذه الشخصية غالبا ليس لها أى أكتيفيتى على الفيس بوك الا الضغط المستمر على زر"اللايك" والذى اخترعه الفيس بوك منذ ما يقرب من سنتين.هذه الشخصية تضغط على "لايك" لأى شئ مهما كان, سواء كان مفهوما أو لا, وتضغط لايك لكل كومنت ولو كان هناك زر لايك للايك لضغطت عليه!
غالبا ما تدخل على الفيس بوك لتجد 76 نوتيفيكاشن, تفتحهم فتجد 75 نوتيفيكاشن منهم "فلان لايكس يور فوتو" أو "لايكس يور ستاتيس" وقد يصل الى مرحلة "فلان لايكس يور شوز" و"فلان لايكس يور فاميلى" و"لايكس يور لانش بوكس".هذه شخصية ترضى بما قسمه الله لها ويعجبها كل شىء والحمد لله!مريحة!
-خامسا:شخصية المتفائل:
غالبا ما تجد ستاتيساته كلها "أنا متفائل" و "الشمس ستشرق" و"الطماطم سعرها هينزل" و"هتعلم اعوم" وهكذا.وغالبا ما تجده شيرينج العديد من الصور المتفائلة عن كيفية اطلال الشمس بعد الغيوم, وكيف لا يظهر قوس قزح الا بعد أن تمطر, وكيف يجب عليك أن تكون كالبالون طائرا فى السماء بين الطيور.هذا الشخص يتعرض لنوعين من الاشخاص: النوع الاول هو الناس الذين يبحثون عن التفاؤل فيحبون بروفايله وستاتيساته ويعجبهم تفاؤله.أما النوع الثانى فهو المنفسنين الحقودين الذين لا يودون أن يروا أى أحد متفائل فيفضلوا وراه وراه لحد ما يجيبوه أرضى!
-سادسا: شخصية المتشائم:
وهذه هى الشخصية كارهة العيشة واللى عايشينها.يتميز بالصور الرمادية اللون والسوداء, والستاتيسات المعبأة بكره الحياة والاشخاص والهدوم والشباشب والعصافير والشارع والسيارات التى تسير (والتى لا تسير) فى الشارع وعصير البرتقال والموز والبتنجان.أول ما تدخل على البروفايل الخاص به ينقبض صدرك وتشعر وكأنك ستقفز فى أى لحظة من البلكونة.وهذه الشخصية تغتاظ بشدة من الشخصية المتفائلة وأسلوبها.
(تنبيه: بجد نصيحة, لا تحاول أن تتعامل بتفاؤل معه...سيأتى لك فى الليل ويقتلك ثم يصور نفسه بجانبك ويضع الصورة بروفايل بيكتشر ثم يكتب ستاتيسا حزينا عن كيف أنه قتلك ويود أن يقتل نفسه)
-سابعا:الشخصية المثقفة:
تلك هى الشخصية التى تشعر معها باضمحلال تفكيرك وارائك وحياتك كلها.يتحدث بلغة غير مفهمومة ومختلفة تماما عن اللغة الدارجة.تشعر معه وكأنك سقطت فى هوة من أيام عنترة وقيس وأيام اللغة العربية العميقة.
تجد ستاتيساته كالتالى : "ولكن الفرصنة الشجاعية فى التمحور الانسانى للنفس البشرية فى مثل هذا التطور المشهود من خلال أعين الناشئة لهو أمر مرغوب فيه يتفلصح بالحراكة والشباكة المستقطبة للغمرصة الشراعية".تجد 123 لايك لهذا الاستاتيس مع ان محدش فيهم فاهم حاجة.والكومنتات :"يا لروعة الفكر العميق يا أستاذنا" و "زدنا علما يا ينبوع الفكر المتشدق بالفلسفة, بارك الله فيك".
-ثامنا:الشخصية الحالمة:
عندما تولج الى بروفايله تجد عالما خاصا, عالما حالما.تجد ستاتيساتا عن البحر والشمس والكون والنجوم والطوف بين الأشباح الحانية, وتجده يتحدث عن الانطلاق فى مغامرات مع روحه فى أحضان الطبيعة وكيف يحب أن يعيش أحلامه مع أنغام الموسيقى الهادئة لموتزارت وبيتهوفن وفيفالدى.
تدخل البروفايل لتجد بروفايل بيكتشر عن سحب تنفرج عن ضوء خلاب وسماء مصبوغة بالبرتقالى وطيور مظللة فاردة أجنحتها فى انسجام وبحر تنعكس عليه السماء بألوانها الجذابة والمبهرة..وتجد ستاتيسا (غالبا ما يكون مكتوبا بالانجليش ) يقول فيه : "The captivating eyes of the sky embrace my soul in a warmth of the depths of the dying sun..Taking me away into a journey of striving to keep myself alive..Floating like the sparrows..Free!"
وبطبيعة الحال, لا تجد له أى لايكة أو كومنتا على الستاتيس, وغالبا ما يكون بروفايله بروفايلا شحاذا, بلا لايكات أو كومنتات أو وول بوستس بما ان محدش فاهم منه حاجة اصلا! ومع ذلك لا يستسلم, ويظل منطلقا فى طريقه الخاص من الستاتيسات والفوتوز واللينكات غير المفهومة..فى صمت, واستمتاع.!
-تاسعا: شخصية حكمت\حكيم:
هذه هى الشخصية صاحبة كل ستاتيسات الحكمة فى الدنيا..عندما تدخل على البروفايل غالبا ما تجد ستاتيسا مأخوذا من شخصية مشهورة أو شخصية غير مشهورة أو حكمة ما وتجد علي ذلك الستاتيس العديد من اللايكات والكومنتات.هذه الشخصية مفيدة فى تذكرة الناس بما قد نسوه فى بعض الاحيان.لا تجد لها أكتيفيتى ستاتيسية كثيرة, ولكنها تأبديت الستاتيس كل حين ومين وتضع حكمة اليوم.وغالبا ما تجد لها العديد والعديد من الفريندز فى الفريند ليست وكلهم دائما موافقون على كل ما تقوله.
-الشخصية العاشرة والاخيرة:شخصية المختصر غير المفهوم:
هذه الشخصية لا تتبع الاسلوب الطبيعى فى الكتابة والكلام..فهى فى حياتها الطبيعية تحب الاختصار والانجاز.تجد هذه الشخصية فى كل كلامها وستاتيساتها مختصرة اختصارا شديدا فتعتمد على ال LOL و BRB و GTG و ROFL, و العديد من مثل تلك الاختصارات غير المعروفة لدى الاخرين..فتجد كومنته على فيديو مضحك مثلا
"ROFLMFAO WTH DIS IS VRY FNNY"
طب ما تكتب عدل!!
وسبحان الله كل الحروف لدى هذه الشخصية تختلف عن الحروف الطبيعية وتمر بتحولات جوهرية لتصبح كلمات غير مفهومة بتاتا:
THIS : DIS/ ZIS
THAT : DAT/ ZAT
YOU: YEW
WHAT: WUT
DOES: DUS/ DUZ
NOT: NT
وخدلك من ده كتييييييير, فيتحول الستاتيس من
"Today I went to Costa and had a great cup of coffee and a nice brownie.Yes, I did need that break! Great day guys!"
الى:
"2day I wnt 2 Csta & hd a gr8 cp o cffe 'n a nic brwni.yea, I dd nd dat br8k.Gr8 day gys!"
وتجد أن حياته كلها قد تحولت الى العديد من الرموز
WIZ Ma FRENDZ tO Da SMKIN' DisCo!!
ملحوظة : طبعا لا اقصد اهانة اى شخص هذا الكلام بغرض الضحك ليس أكثر ولا أقل
SANK YEW! :D
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