Who is Salvador Limones

This post is a dedication to the awesome Salvador Limones which I chose my nickname after (Slvador Limonis)
Salvador Limones

Salvador Limones

Salvador is a character in a 1998 computer video game titled “Grim Fandango” (I can’t believe it has been 14 years since that glorious game was released). Following I will explain Salvador Limones story which will contain spoilers from the game

Salvador is the founder and leader of an underground organization called “Lost Souls Alliance (LSA)”. The alliance goal is investigating and flushing out the corruption in the Department of Death (DoD). Salvador believes that people in the DoD are stealing the Golden Tickets of good souls. This causing the good souls to embark on the dangerous and scary journey through the land of dead for 4 years even though, their hard earned (by living a pious life) and stolen golden tickets qualifies them to go through the whole journey on the luxurious Number Nine Train which takes a comfortable 4 minutes in stead 4 years to reach heaven.

During the game you control a character called “manny Calavera” who works as a salesman in the DoD. After some commotion with your boss you agree to help Salvador and the LSA in their cause in exchange to Salvador’s help in leaving the city “El Marrow”. While Manny away, Salvador would send sporadically simple letters with updates about the LSA and the city. After 3 years away from the city the character you control ” Manny Calavera” comes back to El Marrow just to find out it has been fully controlled by the evil mastermind “Hector LeMans”. The LSA has grown significantly as well and they help Manny to hide from Hector’s security. In the fight against Hector’s gang and through the betrayal of the double agent “Olivia”, Salvador loses his body and only his head stays alive (the whole game setting is after life, so people can live with half bodies). As his last bravery feat, Salvador bites on a small poisonous capsule attached to his teeth to sacrifice himself and kill the traitor Olivia. Shortly after this incident, Manny discovers that Salvador lived a very good and pious previous life qualifying him for a Golden Ticket on the Number Nine Train but it was stolen from him and the ticket was only found after his death.

I loved the Salvador Limones character because he was a shining example of a person with great charisma and convictions as well being a great leader and a loyal friend. His famous line, which he usually ends every conversation with, is “Viva La Revolucion!”. I recall the moment where it was shown that Salvador deserved a golden ticket is the moment my fall for him was complete thus using his misspelled name for the next 14 years (and probably in the future as well) everywhere including my username, forum nicknames and several high school exams and homeworks.

I do realize people’s dismissal view about taking a fictional video game character as a role model, however I do believe the characteristics which existed in Salvador Limones is worth pursuing and imitating.
The misspelling of the name started by mistake due to my inability to remember spellings well, but the misspelling has been adopted as the offical nickname after it became obvious that due to the misspelling I was able to use the nickname “Slvador” to register on almost every single site I needed to register on since the original spelling of the world is widely used making it widely unavailable and the misspelled version is almost always available. I still do face troubles dictating the nickname to others since it is hard to pronounce a misspelled word clearly to others

Viva la Revolucion!

Tales of Yore #7: Dramatic Landing

So, in 11th grade they decided a good step to be taken towards widening our cultural horizons was through improvising a new Drama class. We were to choose between that or painting. Needless to say, all of them guys chose the drama thingy. This drama class might ranks, without a shadow of doubt, amongst the richest sources of tales of yore. I have selected one that involves a friend of ours that is officially declared MIA.

On our very first Drama class, the teacher thought we needed some sort of exercise, game, that would help us get started + help us meld together into a teamworking form for whatever was supposed to wait next. So, we were told to form 2 parallel lines facing each other just at the edge of the stage. It should be noticed that the class took place in what was then considered the school’s official theatre. Back to the two lines of students facing each other at the edge of the stage; a random student was picked at random and was asked to run across the stage and dive-jump in between the 2 lines.

I cannot remember who the first one was but it was kinda fun, especially when it takes place after 5 hours of routine classes. So, more people volunteered, one by one, to take the run and jump. Soonish afterwards, the heavier students were compelled to give it a try. I remember Slvador running towards us with that crazed laugh on his face and started thinking this might be getting lamer by the minute. We absorbed the shock of his crash, somehow. To our astonishment and horror, or more precisely, astonishment-by-horror we saw Deya’ charging towards us. I’m not about to describe Deya’. He escapes description through words. Few steps away from the edge of the stage, every single one of us realized that no just God would require a mortal being to concede such a sacrifice and unanimously decided to step out of the way.

Two seconds later we had a raging lump of meat panting on the ground swearing vengeance upon all those who failed to face the harrowing of the first Drama class. And thus, started the escapade of a whole class from what was later known to be Abu Sheera.

Tales of Yore#6: Flask of Eternity

This took place sometime in our freshman/sophomore year at college. It was a hot Summer morning and I was in the company of Yanal as we strode the lengths of the science square during one of our mutual breaks. Boredom led us up the stairs of the physics department and onto its roof.

There, we found an empty flask that has been cast away for some reason and left to the tear and wear of time. Our first instictive reaction was to have a kick at it. After several gentle kicks and sweeps, we decided it qualified for more brutal beating. To our greater astonishment, the flask retained its structural integrity through the constant bouncing off the walls and ragged floor of the roof. It became kinda childish delight trying to experiment with this thing to assess its limits. Nothing we did, that wouldn’t attract the attention of those below, managed to break the damn flask!

In our thrill, we decided to name it the flask of eternity. This was a major breakthrough in non-academic activities that can be done in between lectures in such a place as JU. So, I carried the flask off the ground, walked to an area just behind the door of the roof, there to safekeep it for next rounds of joy. So, I dropped the flask to the ground just to have it splash into a multitude of tiny crystal shards.

In a sense, the Arabic crowds are similar to the Flask of eternity. Just when they thought we could take all sorts of humiliation, we burst in righteous fury.

The Flask of Eternity story is a real-life story.

Snow …. in Amman

I know that some of you already knows about this incident but i’m going to put it hear as a decimation and sharing.

last week, Sunday, while Jordan was waiting for snow, wind speed was like 100 Km/h.

I was planning to go to gym as usual, i can’t miss a class for Denisa, but Amr toke the Polo to university cause Tico will be Airborne, so I found my self  have to risk my life to fly to GYM in Tico or no Denisa this week, mom was worried about me so i didn’t go.first weather disappointment.

I went home to find out we lost out internet connection and TV wan’t stable. I reserved a message from Injaz reminding me to go to school tomorrow for my section. forecast  expected snow in some arias and it was like waiting for and extra day off. at 1:30 am it began snowing, and due to losing internet again + no satellite, i had a company until 4 am before I could sleep, second weather disappointment

next day i wake up 7:15 , i looked from the window to find out that no snow on streets , just light layer in cars, and sure it was cold. i was a little bit disappointed but at least i will finish another section and end my course sooner.

I arrived school 7:50 am it was strange cause everybody would be inside by now, i waited to 5 min and then went in. i saw on of my students in the yard and she was yelling at me ” teacher go away , escape, nobody came today”. my first reaction was similar to what we used to do when some guy sits on the window and yell at every student enter the main gait to go home cause no body is hear. after a second i said: wait a minute  i’m some kind a teacher now and i’m the one who suppose bring them inside. i went inside to find out that coordinating teacher is not there , the principle in not there, a teacher is talking to a parent that no one is hear yet, and some janitor is waving to student to escape while opening the door, 3rd weather disappointment.

it was a partial shock to me, i was so mad , i went home, put my bagama back  & went to sleep.

i know some of you guys could had a worst day but i liked the part when student told me to “Shalif” , back to old days.

Tales of Yore #5: Murky Grounds

It was a rainy Winter’s day at school. The earth was covered with what soon would be one of the main elements in our story, mud.

Omar decided it was the perfect weather to pick a fight with someone. The list of those capable of ambulating in such environmental conditions wasn’t really long. Omar’s choice of opponent was Saad. I’m not sure if I forgot the actual cause of the fight or simply that I haven’t ever get to know it but what I remember is watching Saad blaze down the corridors in pursuit of Omar. Omar’s flight led them downwards towards the GYM hall and the wilderness beyond. There, it seems that Saad has either caught up with Omar. Another possibility is that Omar has already planned for that place to be the arena in which to fight. On a second thought, the randomness and distractability of Omar makes it more probable that a “cool” looking piece of rock lying on the ground has caught his attention. The action part is the boring part. A dive to the ground, bodies twisting and shaking. The end result was a muddy silhouette of 2 males crawling back to the classrooms area at the end of the break.

The good part of the story is when the two of them were sent to Mr. Maher Mahfooz. Saad, on what can only be interpreted as a try to call onto the logic circuits in Mr. Maher’s brain, started to explain that the problem was only partly that he and Omar had a fight, which in a school isn’t a big deal, and majorly was the rain’s fault and that had the weather been a bit fairer that day, they wouldn’t have had to stand accused of any behavioral problems. The cute facial expressions on Saad’s face while presenting his arguments, added to the shock such a notion has caused to Mr. Maher, opted the later to go for the “Bellah 3alaik?” pathway.

The morale of the story:
1. Logic can and will cause serious damage when used uncloaked.
2. When engaging in melee combat in a muddy place, take off your clothes first.
3. When not able to abide by point #2, have the common sense of not showing up where other humanoids will be alarmed at your sight.

Tales of Yore #4: Airy Room

This happened sometime in 11th grade. We had a “Thaqafeh 3ammeh” lecture right after a fine Summer break. Myself and Yanal were the first to enter the lecture room, the one in the languages circle right to your left if you’re coming from the cafeteria. So, the room was empty, still a few minutes left till everyone starts flocking in. As we’d entered the room, a cold breeze carressed us through the open windows. This refreshment instigated Yanal to stand still, spread his arms wide and cry out “AIRRRRRRRY”. “Airy” being an English word that means windy etc. What Yanal didn’t take note of was the fact that our teacher “Farooq” was right behind us. To teacher Farooq, the word “airy” had quite a different meaning. He grinned, held a hand up to his mouth and said “Yanal!”.

The best part was afterwards as I banged my head against my desk laughing at Yanal’s relentless attempts to explain the missunderstanding, continuing to spam the place with the same word over and over again.

Tales of Yore #3: The Fall of 6am6am

For some reason, only events that have to do with sport are finding their way into my consciousness.

This one occurred as we were participating in Amman Al Thanyeh basketball tournament. Our school’s team had Slvador, 6am6am and myself as members. Now, this thingy was taking place in Tla3 al 3ali GYM hall. We were the only partially private school to partake in this tournament. Needless to say that we were easily told apart from the rest of the teams and audience by our looks. So we were already somewhat scrutinized.

Now, in our second game 6am6am was playing as a Center. Someone from our team shoots and misses the basket. So 6am6am jumps up for the rebound and somehow loses his balance midair and falls down. The problem was that, as 6am6am was hitting the ground, ass-down, he let out the most ghastly howl ever! He actually howled in the same way a doleful wolven-damsel faced by an army of green-black robots with really huge antennas and chainsaws for arms would howl.

The crowd responded the same way they’d do if they were watching a strip dance and some major piece of clothing was just removed. Our GYM teacher’s face was falling freely to meet his right palm. I was checking the side door to see if we still had a patent exit out of the place.

Ye, was no end of fun back then.

Tales of Yore #2: Tears of “Owner”

This happened sometime during 11th grade. We had a basketball match against one of the 10th graders teams. It was the school’s intramural Basketball tournament and with the Tawjihi people out of the way we had a chance at getting gold. I remember the team consisting of myself, Slvador, 6am6am, Masri and 5th member which kept coming on and off. The starter was Deya2, though.

The game was happening in the school’s GYM hall with some crowd, mainly people who had miserable lives and nothing else better to do than watch a basketball game. Midway through the game, Malek came asking me to participate in the match. I can’t remember why but I kinda told him that I wouldn’t want that happening and he actually took to his heels and ran out, as I figured out later, with tears in his eyes. Apparently, some girl he was intending to impress was amongst the audience that day.

In a strike of irony, I remember 7neiti playing in some other basketball game for the exact same reason. He was a starter and after his first go, in which he failed to even hit the board, Slvador/6am6am chased him out of the hall.

I guess apologies are due to Malek. Sorry!

First Class

Monday, 4th.October.2010, 7 o’clock in the morning, I had to wake up at that time for the first time since a while, I washed up my face, put on my formal clothes, get my bag ready, a lot of  books, pins and paper.

Excitement and tension, when i looked at my self in the mirror i saw that little kid used to go to school 18 years ago, a lot of flash backs kept pop up that day,I headed to school and arrived at  7:45, entered the main entrance with students while the playing of the national anthem, a teacher saw me and came to me and asked to follow her, she took me to my class, told me to wait for student, they will come soon.

I still can hear the morning program, “hal t3lam” ,”7kmat al yom”, thing are not that different. student started to come and get seated, surprise look on there face for a male teacher who is waiting them in “mehani” Room. i waited until all student came, i kept asking if anyone still out there, and they kept answering yes, in the end I found my self facing 54 7th grade female student.

Thats a lot of student , i don’t have enough materials, i’m not prepared to that number of students. suddenly the teacher came in, she asked a group of students to go to computer room, others to go to yard and other places. in the end there was almost 30-35 students, she gave me the class, and threated the students for discipline.

I took a deep breath and started the lesson, explaining why i’m hear, what is INJAZ , what are we going to talk about all that kind of stuff. after a couple of  jokes, some conversation and chitchat, i had to explains some point and a quick game in the end of the class.

45 min passed quickly for me, almost enough to give them idea , but not to do every point in the hand out. I wondered how do they take math and science class with all that students in class, if 10 students have questions or need some help you will need 20 min just for them, my experience is limited in education but i can tell that 54 student class really too much, i wish people will start donate for building school more than building mosques.

My next section will be about Puberty and changes in there lives, a guy should explain that to 12 year old girls , I don’t have any idea how am i going to do it but i hope i won’t go to jail 😛