Scattered

Yesterday..

I went with my mother for shopping since a very long time. I had fun really, though I am not a shopping-fan. I just hate it especially if its cloth shopping. Thank God it was just to the near by groceries.. But I enjoyed my time with her exchanging some wicked giggles gossiping about my brother and father :) Ain’t those moments so cherished, I wonder why don’t I seek living them for real!

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Today..

I was surprised to hear about the new movie “Phantom of the opera”. I know I am always out of date when it comes to cinema or movies, but this one stroked me.
When I 1st heard the musical play starting Sarah Brightman, I truly fell in love with her voice and the style.
Now I got a movie I am passionately looking forward to see.

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I was in another meeting in collage with my publications committee members.
Tell you days do have great effect on melting the ice between people. Who would say we’d turn out to be such cool buddies, enjoying our time together to the utmost!
So far I am so happy, content and satisfied to meet such people in my life..
I sincerely like their presence along my road of life..
I love you guys.. all of you..
May God bless you for me :)

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Right now..

I am listening to a musical master piece called “sometimes… someone” by the great composer I just told you about “Yiruma”. And with each note played on the piano I feel as if my heart is as light as a feather.. I have this feeling of the belief I-am-ready-to-fly sneaking back to me.

I spent nearly 4 minuets –the duration of that piece- just writing the above two lines. Then I replayed, relaxed and closed my eyes..
I saw me flying in space.. jumping between the stars and dancing a lost ray of sunlight..
Some creepy feelings are getting into my heart lately yet I can’t define what is going on. I’m not armed enough to face the next battle alone.. and I don’t have the courage to withdraw.. I believe its my longing to get inside and take the risk.
It might result in a broken heart.. a lost soul or sad memories. And it might result in a dance with a morning twilight.

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Music agina and again..

It all started last year when I watched 2 of my favorite foreign series so far: “winter sonata” and “autumn in my heart”. 2 Korean serieses were played on our national TV, as a sort of cultural exchange treaty between the 2 countries.
That was my real 1st introduction to the south Asian culture *music and entertainment*.
I never tried to search or learn anything about Korea, Japan, Taiwan or any other country. i.e. I never cared.
OK! I admit how stupid I was not to dive into such rich culture!!
I’ve already wasted 20 years of my life stuck into the-one-culture-attitude.. which I truly regret ..

I won’t say I am familiar with their culture still, but all I can tell they deserve whatever position they’ve reached after all.
Those who took good care of their life with all its aspects: economically, industrially, culturally, literature… should be on the top.

Right now I newly discovered 3 of the treasured Japanese figures: Jo Sung Mo, Yiruma and Yuhki Kuramoto..
I believe if you are into such type of slow sentimental music.. you should give yourself a try.. especially these:
Yiruma-Kiss the rain
Yiruma-Small Steps
Yiruma-Dream
Yiruma-The moment
Yiruma-Shining Smile
Yiruma-Wait there
yuhki kuramoto-Dawn
yuhki kuramoto-lonely sailing
yuhki kuramoto-virgin road
yuhki kuramoto-stilness
yuhki kuramoto-peacefully
yuhki kuramoto-odine
yuhki kuramoto-sentimental moment
Jo Sung Mo- Jal Gah Yo Nae Sa Rang
Jo Sung Mo-Do you know
Jo Sung Mo-Never
Korean Drama - Autumn in my Heart - Endless Love (eurodance)

If you want the latter, just email me and I’ll deliver it right away to your inbox ..
You can still search for more.. Those people really deserve your effort *take my words*




Time to go.. 73’s

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for piano lovers..

For those piano music lovers.. here is a site I ran across yesterday.. it contains a LOT of marvellous musical pieces, just try it.. I bet you'll never regreat

click here

BTW: its mostly japanese OSTs.. so don't panic, try it, its truely L.O.V.E.L.Y.

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Gaza

This post is only a humble and simple comment on Olivia's post, trying to show the other side of the story.
*Any one is welcomed to join in the discussion by the way*

I wasn't surprised when I read Olivia's post as much as I was annoyed. And though I know my words are a bit out of date, but I felt its my duty to show the real situation back in Palestine.. or as how its world widely acknowledged as Israel.

I won't start by saying "this land is ours and I'm glad its back", I won't say as well "that's what the Israeli's deserve to be kicked out of Palestine", nor I'd complete by saying "I hate the Israelis" or all theses blah blahs.. For I am deadly sure that this act is not meant for peace; Take my words on that. No one would ever know the Jews as much as the Egyptians would, ever since Prophet Moses till the great 1973 war. *Tell me have you ever heard about that war before?!*

I am not preacher or a racist; I am but a simple Egyptian, Arab citizen who knows her history quite well. And I would like you Olivia, or any other reader to ask your Jews-Israelis friends this very simple question: "where are your ancestors' graves?"
I reckon they'd tell you in Holland, Poland or Russia most probably.
But any Palestinian, even the immigrants or the refugees, Ask them: "where are your ancestors' graves?" , they'd tell you in Gaza, Ram Allah, Jerusalem… or any other corner in Palestine.. Not only this, you may find with them a key for their house that was demolished by another Israeli bulldozer to build their settelments, claiming its their historical land. While it's not their neither in history nor right now.

All what you see is but a dirty play, believe me. Even it was written in one of the biggest Israeli's newspapers, that what you've seen was but an act to gain the world's sympathy that they are the men of peace.
But tell me if they really want peace, why had they invaded Sinai in the year 1967? or even more, tell me, why are they demolishing the Palestinian houses and building their own settlements?
Tell why Rachel Corrie died under their bulldozers *on purpose* defending a Palestinian family from demolishing their house. At a time the Israelis claimed to the media: she died by mistake!!

Not even that, have you ever seen the pictures on that site before?
http://walidos.free.fr/voila_ce_que_israel_fait.htm
It's for a martyr called "Mohamed el Dorra", a young boy who was shot in cold blood in his father's lab by another dirty shot form an Israeli solider. They didn’t neither care that he was a young boy nor that he was between his father's arms. And he was murdered in the street..
Moreover, Despite that this incident wasn't only photographed but video taped as well, yet they got the guts to spread the story on media as an Israeli child killed by a barbaric Palestinian.. *by the way, I knew about that story from some American friends I knew back then. You can check it out*
And still hundreds and hundreds of Palestinians are killed everyday, while the world is left as silent paralyzed audience.

We are in front of an organized crime, not only against the Arabs, but the whole humanity. In fact Media corrupt and faking the truth aren't just ordinary crimes but a disaster as well, that if it didn't touch your part of the world now, it would in the future.

I won't finish my words by saying I was happy for what happened.
Truely I wasn't happy that anyone, no matter s/he is/was, have to leave their place.. But I would like to tell you, leaving the settlements in Gaza that's been for 10 or 15 years maximum isn't as harsh and cruel as forcing the real owners of the land *the Palestinians* to leave their homeland, and to leave their houses that they knew no other all their life long. *check the pictures on that post by the way*

I know that its our fault *as Arabs* from the beginning till the end, that we didn’t defend our rights in the proper way. Its our fault we rested our case in some hands we believe in their honesty, yet crying over spelt milk we discovered the opposite when it was really too late.



PS: to make things clear, I am not against Jews, I hate all sorts of racism especially when it is connected to religion. I totally believe that anyone should have the right to embrace which ever religion or ideology s/he thinks most suits his/her way of life.
But I only meant in my lengthy post: the ones who claim Palestine to be anything but a pure Arab land.


God Bless you all.

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Last night..

It was over 3 Am. when I went to bed and still I didn't wish to sleep. So I switched off the lights, and listened to radio thru my brother's walkman. There were some very beautiful classics on "The musical program" radio station. I opened the window for a hopeless street lamb light to join in my lonesome party.
You know, I always liked summer nights no matter how hot the weather may seem. I love to stay up late and gaze at the vast emptiness of the universe, share the stars in their dance, talk a while with the moon or simply enjoy the silence on my own.
I won't forget my mother when she all the time describes me as a night owl. No matter how early I wake up, I still keep open eyes till very late at night *very often till watching dawn break*, then I keep wandering aimlessly all day long.

Only then I heard a piece on radio "Friends over troubled water". I looked up to the ceiling, then turned to the skies above, and back to the ceiling. After a long sigh I asked myself: "And how many friends I got?!!"
It's very true I have so many friends in my life. It's true I find it easy to gain friendships in no time, yet how many were really bonded to me and for how long?
Right now I am in the process of losing 2 special people we had un-forgettable memories together, yet gaining the trust of other two. *Which leaves me partially happy!*

However I wonder where lies the problem? Why can't I have permanent fine relationships? Is it me or is it life's way of treating us?
Sometimes I hate myself like no one can, and other times I love myself to arrogance itself. I see myself as an angle and the devil himself in the very same picture's portrait.
You know when you feel you are the victim and the murderer at the same time?!

Suddenly I felt I want to take it all off me and cry it out. I felt my heavy heart is aching again. I can't bear it alone all the time, and I don't want anyone to share. I enjoy the silence, thought I wish to have a helping hand around.
I felt puzzled with thoughts out of order and a soul that's bored to death from life and the living..

Surprisingly the legendary "Spanish eyes" tune joined me from radio and I sung it along..
"Blue.. Spanish eyes..
Tear drops are falling from your Spanish eyes..
Please.. Please don't cry..
Its just adios and not goodbyes.."
Then I heard "Strangers in the night", "Sous le ceil de Paris", "Yesterday", "La vie en rose"…

I said to myself: truly everything happens for a reason, a season or a life time..
However, I wish upon a star I'd ever figure it out before too late..

Time to go… 73's
Lasto-adri *Blue*
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PS: I had a disaster with my old hard disk.. Thank ALLAH for everything after all..

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And it was like shooting with a broken arrow. Surprisingly, it reached the target!!!

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Finito..

I just finished reading “The Alchemist” by “Paulo Coelho”, and tell you after reading, I discovered it doesn’t really deserve all the over whelming propaganda it got in Egypt (for instance).
Yes, it beholds a philosophical spirit through out the story, or never the less, philosophical spirit without a story. And yes, Coelho was trying to discuss a pretty interesting aspects of life. Yet, I have to admit: I didn’t like it that much for I didn’t feel it in the first place.

As a starter the cover’s design was pretty amazing. I felt what I was going to read before hand. *Which for me leaves a perfect impression.*

If we went further I would tell you, it’s divided into 3 parts. The 1st part: before Santiago (the protagonist) meets The Alchemist. And the 2nd after they meet together in the middle of life’s road. Then the silliest of all “The Epilogue”.
The 1st part is a bit too long as an intro, the 2nd is mainly the story itself (which is a bit shallow). Too many un-necessarily details, too many repetitions as well through out the way. Simple things can be adopted by the reader, yet Coelho insisted on interpretations. *Which gets on my nerves truly!*
Then the Epilogue which ruined the excitement of the final phrase “and he knew where to find his treasure”

I liked the main plot: discovering one’s true connection with nature, and his/her hidden powers and abilities *how so very true.* Almost all of us still un-aware of how we might meet our own selves. How to discover your most distinguished side as a human being and a living creature and how to understand the secrets of the universe around you.
Coelho succeeded ultimately in conveying that to us.

And again, what pissed me off was the mis-understanding of this part of the Arab lands, and again picturizing Egypt as a desert, some sands and a beautiful scenery of the pyramids *full stop*, that made me, sometimes, wish to tear the pages while reading. Even the mis-understanding of Islam in almost all the novel’s pages was the most provoking of all.

One last thing, I liked hell of quotations in the novel. Almost all the novel can be considered beautiful quotations on its own.

Anyhow, after all what I said, reading “The Alchemist” was an exciting experience, that no matter what was my opinion, I believe it still deserves reading it.
*Thanks friend :)*


P.S.: to know more about Coelho... click here..

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