الاثنين، يوليو 16، 2007

Finally, Back..


WOW! That must be a record. I haven’t blogged for that long, neither here or my Arabic one or the musical.. its like my mind has gone “blank” for no clear reason. Well at first I thought this confusing matter was the reason, and so I respected my mind and kept silent. But things changed and nearly everything is settled down. I knew exactly what I want. Yea true. Even these couple of days, I think I was never sure as much as I am now. I thought about every detail nearly, and there was 1 answer that I believe I might be ready to sacrifies for. Yet that all not what I need to talk about.

Its been long since I’ve been that lazy, ruling that empty life of mine now. There was always something to do. College, blogs, friends.. reading writing.. whatever.. then all of a sudden, finals are out there.. studying studying studying.. then graduation project, working day and night with those wonderful punch of people +1.. final presentation that surprisingly I did glamorous :D yea let me brag a little here…
God when ever I remember that day, shiver fills the back of my neck and the only thing I remember the support I had that day.. You know what seriously.. I think I won’t have made it if I didn’t have +1 in my life with that faith that I’m up to it. Support really changes a lot. Knowing that someone believes in you even more than you can really do for yourself. Who is willing to stand beside you wither or not you made it.. is something out of this world, believe me!
I never thanked enough.. and probably I don’t know how.. yet one thing I came up with..
All of the previous confusion has been washed away.. not all of it all of it ya3ni.. but actually most of it are gone.. yes.. I really appreciate being there for me when I needed that the most.. promising right here that, as much as I can.. I’ll try to be up to that faith :)

Our project was a blast by the way… our Doctors were pretty much happy with our work, that made me feel more proud of being myself.. for a second wallahi I couldn’t feel anything around me.. not the people in the room, not me giving a public speech.. not.. you know.. that thing scars me.. even in the rehearsal when I did it in front of our Dr. .. I was standing in front of him and suddenly remembered that 1 and only presentation I did in the pre-mod session. That thing kind of freaks me out. I wished to continue in that so badly to the extend that I’ve already saw myself there.. filling this little space of lack of confidence inside of me.. yet all the glamour, the wishes, the high hopes.. everything was tadapum.. all gone..

My project mates were awesome. I loved them all, and one by one.. except for that one whom I used to hate.. grr… I can never get over hating someone pretty easily. It takes a lot of time.. and she is like my nightmare.. not a basic nightmare.. but someone hateful in my life.. or may be I am owning the hateful life myself.. I don’t care as long as she’s not around anymore.. and thank God for that!..
The EED is left.. I want to invite a lot of people to it.. may be later on.. starting at 25th or something I’ll do.. I’ve been waiting for that for like what, 2 or 3 years now!.. wanted to participate and feel that I am a grad. Now with a project.. haha

You know I’ve been watching Felicity like crazy ever since I started those boring days?! Its fun, itsn’t it…
Next talk will be about her… now.. I need to put my potatoes..

Amazingly, I keep on remembering that phrase from that other night.. “you lose people because you are afraid to lose them” and I smile…

الثلاثاء، يوليو 10، 2007

حكمة اليوم


كلما زاد الغموض.. زاد الشغف

الاثنين، يوليو 02، 2007

النهاردة اتنين تمانية

والله وح توحشنى أيام المعمل... و ح يوحشنى كووك دوور وبريجو وسندوتشات الفول وطعمية نجف... واللمة الحلوة.. الحلوة قوى.. والضحك لحد ماعينى تدمع... ووقفة المحطة وزحمة المواصلات... وخبط دماغنا فى الحيط لحد ما الكود يشتغل... والفرحة لما يشتغل فعلا... والمشاركة لما يقف..
ياااااه
والله و ح توحشونى واحد واحد... والتلاجة ام اكياس الكاتشب.. والماية المعدنية المملية من الحنفية.. والبيبسى.. وعصير الكوكتيل اللى طعمه جوافة... وشيل اللاب توب رايح جاى.. لحد ما ضهرى اتقوس... يانهار ابيض
و الله حتى التريقة عليا ح توحشنى..

لا دا "مش اى كلام وخلاص"..

انا مش عارفة اقول كلام دلوقتى بجد.. فى حالة مش مستوعبة ازاى اننا بنلعب فى ايام.. وبعدها يا عالم ح نتقابل فى الدنيا الكبيرة تانى ولا لاء..
لاء.. اتمنى نفضل دايما نتقابل ويبقى ايام الألش مستمرة على طوول ..
يا أجمد زمايل مشروع شفته لحد دلوقتى
:)

Super alsh day by the Super Duper team..

السبت، يونيو 23، 2007

دعائى اليومى

الله يسامح اللى اخترع الجزم أم كعب
والصنادل
والشباشب أم صباع
وكل ما يضر الرجل ولا يفيدها تحت مسمى المنظر العام

ويعيش الكوتشى

الجمعة، يونيو 22، 2007

Traps of mind

A musical CD. Just a normal musical CD I have. If you looked close, you might ask yourself million times, what makes her treasure it this way?.. and I certainly do.
I keep playing that one, that specific one over and over again, non stop. I totally love how I adore it.. The passion shivers me with every time I pass by piece number 16 is indescribable. Starts with thunder, piano then violins.. and tickles of falling rain drops.. all sort of gloominess in the universe.. then a sudden up rise in melody.. slows down.. slows down more… piano interferes… scratched by the virginity of young children playing in the background.. water moving.. then piano and violin and children laughing once more..
Hope? Does it sound like hope to you? Mm.. for me it doesn’t.. or may be it does.. I don’t know.. love it.. and can keep on listening till forever.. and what else would I need in life?!
Yeah.. you tell me.. what do I need?

Me? Old beggar for a sip of inner warmth and trust that I can bare it though.. life is like circles.. parabolic curves in other words.. you start at a point.. walk around for some time, then return back. You’d always return back to the same point. No one stays where s/he is.. and yet no one changes too.. amazing truth I’ve discovered today by the way. A novel and film. The film showed a feeling less person who changed into a lovable character, who changed his materialistic life in live in a farm.. which to me sound like utter fiction. And the other novel talking about someone discovered the reality about life that no body, no body what so ever changes. And that’s a fiction to me too.

Stupid life is.. or as wicked as it can be.. playing games, lots of games.. watching us and laughing.. I can hear the voice already..
So dear that I wish to spit on it right now.
If it’s a desert.. why would it pour not rain? Why would it cause such a misery for someone who never asked for anything. Not misery, but a miserable confusingly misery. And yet it pours, and yet it pours again..

God help me out!
If the curve reached a peak once.. why would it ever go down with such heavy burden on shoulders and crack in the heart?
A word can kill.. and can be the very same that sentences lands to revival..

الأربعاء، يونيو 20، 2007

بس حكاية

عارف لما تصحى الصبح وعلى غير العادة نفسك تكون مبسوط وهافف عليك أى شئ يحصل النهاردة يخليك فرحان؟..
تغسل وشك وتبص فى المراية حبة وانت بتسال نفسك ليه النهاردة مش عيد ميلادك مثلا، وحد.. أى حد.. يرن عليك جرس الباب بهدية ولا مفاجأة محضرها لك؟.. مع انك عارف انه حتى لو النهاردة عيد ميلادك، آخرك حد يكلمك يقول لك "كل سنة وانت طيب" ويمكن حتى رسالة محفوظة مبعوتة لك FWDed.. وزى كل سنة بعد ما اليوم يخلص، تمنى نفسك السنة الجاية بحد يرن جرس الباب..
وتفضل السنة الجاية مابتجيش..

تقعد تشرب فنجان القهوة بتاعك ولا الشاى باللبن اليومى، وانت نفسك فى حد.. أى حد.. يرفع سماعة التليفون عليك دلوقتى ويسال عن أحوالك.. وتقنع نفسك انه أكيد محدش ح يكلمك دلوقتى.. وازاى يكلمك وانت قافل تليفونك اصلا.. مع انك عارف انه حتى لو مفتوح محدش ح يسأل عليك.. بس انت عامل نفسك ناسى عشان نفسك تكون النهاردة مبسوط..

طول الطريق للشغل ولا الكلية تفضل بتدور بين الأرقام على موبيلك على رقم.. نفسك فى حد.. أى حد.. تكلمه. نفسك تفضفض زى الفكرة القديمة فى الأفلام، تقعد على الشيزلونج وتتكلم مع حد تكون معاه مرتاح.. مش لازم تكون مشكلة ومحتاج نصيحة.. ولا حتى انك نسيت الكلام برة براويز "صباح الخير"، "مساء النور".. "سلامو عليكم"... ونفسك تجرب الكلام من جديد.. لاء.. لان عندك حاجات كتير جواك عايز تقولها وتسال عنها.. وحد يسمع.. بس حد يسمع.. مش عشان انت نفسك فى حد يسمع... برضو لاء... بس لان الحد دا نفسه انك تتكلم وهو يسمع..
بس عارف.. أراهنك وانت نازل من الأوتوبيس ولا المايكروباص... ح ترجع تقفل موبيلك تانى.. وتتحجج.. مش عشان مافيش حد.. بس انت اللى مش عايز تتقل على حد..

وتمشى.. تمشى شارع.. وراه شارع.. وتدخل يمين وتلف شمال.. وتطلع سلالم سليمة ومكسرة... وتمسك ترابزين ملاه التراب.. وتشوف وشوش.. وشوش كتير حوليك.. فيهم اللى بيضحك لك.. واللى مكشر.. والمهموم.. واللى مش شايفك.. واللى شبهك.. وانت تفضل ماشى تمنى نفسك تكون النهاردة بس مبسوط..

الثلاثاء، يونيو 19، 2007

Serious addiction..

Obviously I’m not blogging.. for un-defined reasons. YES! Thinking problems are there within my mind. More of being confused about a certain issue that’s taking all the space I have in my brain.

Yet as a matter of a habit.. well sort of.. here are my last punch of movies seen lately..
1. The English patient: Sucks
2. Toy story 1: beautiful
3. The ladykillers: Sucks, couldn’t even complete 15 mins
4. Notes on a scandal: good plot.
5. Eternal Sunshine on the spotless mind: good plot, horrible Jim and Kate.
6. Because I said so: Light
7. Life, or something like it: Horrible. Hate mrs Jolie.
8. The prestige: excellent.
9. Monsters, inc.: average.


I think that was enough!.. on the list
1. Music and lyrics
2. About a boy
3. Butterfly effect
4. Toy Story 2
5. The Schindler’s list
6. Happy feet