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 And though I know my words are a bit out of date, but I felt its my duty to show the real situation back in Palestine..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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Another story...

After years of reading Arabic literature, I said to myself one day: "why not try English novels?!"
Actually that was considered a risk for me, as back then my English wasn't as good to read a whole novel on my own. However, as the English proverb says :"what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger", I started wondering between book shelves, wishing to pick a nice one as a trial.
Yet there popped up another problem, I wasn’t qualified enough to make a choice. I never thought of knowing more about foreign literature, apart from some Arabic translated novels, or hearing some names of known writers and novelists like "Charles dickens", "George Orwell", "Shakespeare" or "Bernard show"
People who I already studied some of their work in school and didn't much tasted!

So I browsed aimlessly, until I found this one "Fire in the hills" by "Anna Myers".

Tell you the truth; I picked it up for I was dazzled by the cover at first sight.
And the 1st thing I did after I borrowed the book, is I looked for my cozy bed, my lamb light, then down to reading.
Tell you another truth, this novel is 12 chapters, and till the 6th chapter I could get in nothing so far. The characters were too many that I couldn't focus or take grips of what was going on.
Yet every time I think of quitting, I got charmed with the cover again and the unique atmosphere surrounds me, pushed me to continue, a page after a page and a chapter after another. Even though I didn't understand a word, I was happy still, that was a forward step to challenge myself. I can make it someday

I started by putting my dictionary beside me, and then make a full list of the characters and their significant events and description, trying to put things together. And believe me, I DID IT !!

Seven continuous nights struggling, until I got the main plot with the final line in the 12th chapter: "The war is over!"
And tell you what, I found tears sprung from my eyes unconsciously. I can finally make it on my own.

After exactly 2 years of fight with other novels, I returned again to the same library and borrowed the same book. It was much easier then, that I discovered it's much like as a youngster's book.
However, after understanding, I even loved it more than before. So beautiful and simple story of a young lady trying to handle the responsibility of her family after her mother passed away. With her daily and perpetual changes and problems, you feel you are a part of her family.

And that was the another story of the dearest books to my heart.

Time to go… 73's

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Bravo Mr.NasrALLAH

I really REALLY liked Mr. Nasr ALLAh in his speech today..
He understands the game.. and deserves it ALL..

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The small things that make me happy...

I love it, when I wake up in the morning to find the sun shining for me, like people smiling at my face. I love it, when I see flowers dancing with the breeze, like people cheering me all the way. I love it, when a friend winks to me, and another cares to ask "how do I do".. I love our moments of innocence, when we laugh from our hearts, just like babies do..I love it, every time I learn a new thing, I feel I can fly with my new butterfly wings, even if my feet are kept firmly to the ground..

And when I return back home, and my mother brings in my cup of tea.. her tender kiss and when she takes me to her warm lab.. I love, when its the end of the day, I sit beside my radio with my book, and listen to my favorite song..

I thank the Almighty for these blessings I have..
I close my eyes and smile at the small tiny things in my life, which make me happy…

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What a song!!!

Yesterday was one of my worst days.. I got to tell you..
The workshop session was so dull, though I liked the material we had lots.. Yet, there was something hidden that made me feel uncomfortable.. I don't know really..

Anyway, Thanks to Shex, I got to know one of the very best Arabic songs I've ever listened to ..
It happened that couple of weeks ago, I heard a bit of that beautiful song on VOR (the voice of Russia).. and as a nagging thought, it was spinning in my head over and over again.. Till I discovered that he knows all about it, and I never knew that..
So HURRAY!!

Here is the link if you want to listen to it.. And believe me, even if you can't understand Arabic.. Just listen to the enchanting music.. Let it get through your veins.. Let it take you away to a beautiful place, neither me nor you, had ever seen it before.. then tell me what you think..

Ommi-Marsel KHalifa.rm

E-N-J-O-Y

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Who am I?!!!

Why Do I Worry My Myself With...
What makes you you and makes me me?!!!

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