Funny picture that my brother shared with me through Facebook.
Around a year ago, the Jo Bedu guys sent me a message on Facebook asking if I would like to participate in a communal photoshoot of their collection. Since I really like Jo Bedu, we went one Thursday to the JO photography studio, where the pictures were being shot by Joseph Zakarian.
Yesterday, Tamer sent me a Facebook message that their website is finally up.
Lo, and behold:
I look kinda scary. You have no idea how hard it was getting the shoes in the shot while ensuring that the shirt is showing. But it was fun, I must say.
Even more fun was going through the rest of the collection and looking at Ammanis I know grinning in Jo Bedu designs.
Their website is a true cultural collective; where the designs are sometimes crowd sourced, where the pop culture jokes are totally Ammani, and where the people in these shirts are your random, every day Jordanians.
Some of my favorite portrays:
I am more than comfortable to admit that I am not a very funny person. I mean, I don’t even attempt to try, a natural reaction to too many funny people around me. But would you rate me as a 1 out of 10 when it comes to humor? Seriously? Come on, I’m not THAT bad.
It all started when mom came to me a couple of days ago with a playful look on her face. “Roba,” she said. “I feel I have to tell you. Last night we ranked everyone’s humor in the family and the boys all gave you a ONE of 10, 0 being the least funny. That’s even lower than they gave Amr. I’d beat them up if I were you.”
Of course, I freaked out. It’s true that I’m not funny, but there is no way in hell that I am only a 1 out of 10. A ONE? I’m at least a 3! And there’s no way in double hell that I’m less funny than Amr. Amr is the epitome of unfunny.
Internet, am I really that lame?
After ensuring that the boys are properly scared of giving me ones, we decided to do proper family voting, with polling tabs printed out and all. All the family was involved, and when I say family I also mean my brothers’ several friends who basically live at our house, you’ve met them before here: “Vote for the funniest looking boy”.
On the bright side, I scored second least funny after revoting, after Amr. I would like to think that terrorizing them was not a part of the rating’s increase.
Here is the final scoring sheet:
And the boys gathering around Omar to see who won (and lost):
My favorite joke EVER (and you have to respect that it’s been my favorite joke since I was 5):
مرة واحد تفرج عسيعتو لقاها وحده راح باسها
How would you rate yourself with humor? :)
Colors have the power to make me really, really, really happy. And making rainbow cake is really easy. And really fun. And really messy.
Doesn’t really need much:
1. Fix ready-to-go cake batter.
2. Mix different bowls of batter with different food colors.
3. Lay the differently colored batter randomly over each other, while adding a coat of flour between each.
My heart goes ga ga when I see technology mixed with lovey-dovey rock. It does the same thing to me that Nancy Ajram manages to do to others.
Look how cute:
And damn ads work. Now I want those glasses, though I know that sunglasses don’t suit me.
(RayBan’s “Photocopier Romance” video)
One of my favorite foods growing up was Turkish pide, which is a kind of pastry that is very similar to our own safayeh, but it’s much thinner and crispier.
It looks like this:
I have been craving it for years, but I have never seen it in Amman, no matter how hard I look. I remember having it once as a kid in Amman, but I was so young and my uncle has absolutely no recollection of the incident.
If anyone can direct me to a yummy Turkis pide-making place, I will be forever grateful.
Alexander McNabb of Fake Plastic Souks, blogger extraordinaire and master of 140 characters, presented me with an award. The Life is Good Award is actually a scanned, retro Hallmark greeting card, but I am assuming he will hand me the print out physically next time he is in town.
It comes with some questions, which I usually avoid like the plague, but seeing as it’s Alexander, here goes:
1. If you blog anonymously, are you happy doing this? If you aren’t anonymous, do you wish you started out anonymously, so that you could be anonymous now?
You can’t blog anonymously in Amman. I tried that for two weeks. Someone recognized my shoes.
I am happy not being anonymous. I would have seriously missed out on many great opportunities if I was, including meeting awesome people and partaking in fantastic initiatives.
2. Describe an incident that shows your inner stubborn side
Some of my friends claim I’m stubborn. I refuse to believe that I am. I think of myself as an exceptionally flexible person.
I guess the above statement could reflect on either a stubborn nature or lackthereof. Depending on whether you agree with my friends or me.
3. What do you see when you really look at yourself in the mirror?
I usually look at the mirror when I wash my face in the morning, during which I obviously can’t wear my glasses. When I can’t wear my glasses, I can’t fricking see anything.
4. What is your favourite summer cold drink?
Slush Puppies blue.
5. When you take time for yourself, what do you do?
6. Is there something that you still want to accomplish in your life?
Still have a longggg wayyy to go to start accomplishing the things I want to accomplish.
7. When you attended school, were you the class clown, the class overachiever, the shy person, or always ditching?
Overachievers. Nothing pisses me off more than an underachiever.
8. If you close your eyes and want to visualize a very poignant moment in your life, what would you see?
That’s not fair. You know that that is fueled by what I’m currently doing. I see myself during my first year at Manarat al-Riyadh, when I was 12. I wouldn’t have been the person I am today if I did not go to that school. That is not the first thing that occurred to me, but I’m so not falling for that trick. I AM CURRENTLY BLOGGING. Of course the moment will be something blogging-related.
9. Is it easy for you to share your true self in your blog, or are you more comfortable writing posts about other people and events?
I blog because I really enjoy self-expression.
10. If you had the choice to sit down and read a book or talk on the phone, which would you do and why?
Read, for sure. In fact, I almost never talk on the phone. It makes me agitated. Yesterday was the first time I was on the phone for over three minutes (hi, Iyas!) in many years.
I know that the word “slave” by no means has the same implications in Arabic as it does in English. Yet, I can’t be less amused by the name of the marshmellow chocolate “Ras ilabed”, literally meaning “the head of the slave”.
Sambo, my favorie manufacturer of ras il abed, recently rebranded. While I am very happy with the advancements in hygiene, it is amazing that it somehow became even more racist.
I know that we Arabs look at racism with a grain of salt, but should this really be okay in this day and age? Aside from being insensitive, I also think it portrays a terribly wrong message for the hoards of children indulging in this delicious dessert.
I say… Keep the name, but lose the racist visuals.
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