The Caller: mad

Dislikes!!

Wed, 18 Feb 2009 09:12:00 GMT

** Messed up in the head big time and to the extent that even freedom of speach irritates me when it comes to her.

** Killing birds for fun!!! killing for fun!!! call it sports!!!!!freak!

** not because of how blunt she is...it's lelah fe lelah!!! mesh batee2ha!

** shakhaleel oo struss oo blingat oo too much gold...too much blings...ewwwww!

** I have never seen someone more smug in my life...not only that, but a brutal criminal...and worst of all, really stupid!!!!

** Noit the porche...green&yellow...pleasssssssse!

** Great Great Great voice. makhtalafnash...bas, i don't like her as in HER...and i don't like the way she sang some songs...

** Really messy....a waste of money and effort and lots of fatafeet...7aga te2ref.

Alternative: really functional, paper kitchen towels...if they would only make it smaller teb2a perfect!!!

** how it hangs on the ears and moves and makes noise...aslan why would someone put up with weights on the ear...grrrr

Yeah, I'm in a bad mood, grumpy and cranky and you name it!

A sunday to vent

Sun, 11 Jan 2009 10:34:00 GMT

Eno has been my friend for the past ten years or maybe more...we have the understanding, our set of jokes and we know each other inside out...we are so close at times of crisis and when we are forced to be distant. Just like now as she left the country for a scholarship...now, her being far is bringing us closer. That's weired if you ask me but, as we always are, this is me and this is her and that's the way it is...so, we are that type of friends...I might not see her for months although we live five minutes apart...but, Enka, I already miss you already.
I have this thing with cutting a cake and presenting it. I noticed that in the West they'd give you a piece of a cake laying on it's side...I would cut you a piece and plate it standing in the normal positions where all the frosting appears and not smudged...If it'd fall i would set it straight again. I wondered why we are different...Is it an east and west perspective?? I wondered, then I got it...hurray! They slice it thin...we take quarter of a cake each...of course theirs won't stand...it's so thin...it has no butt to rest onto...while we...ohhhh, we have the butts alright.
Speaking of food...no, I had no cake since the birthday party Inso threw me...yet, Quiting the smokes, freezing weather and having long vacations have caused (all excuses i know) despicable seizures of chocolate, marshmallow and...chocolate indulgence...Oh, and speaking of that...I have to greet Dear Inso for the amazing night companionship of six seasons of Scrubs to level my depression a bit.
I did vent out during the weekend, I did at some point decide to spare myself the headache of discussing a subject I really care about - when i care i get hyper tension - when i know it won't lead to anything or with someone that won't get it...yet, I lack self control at times...I got the hyper tension and the headache and l3ant salsafeel elly gabo ahl el discussions elly fe eldonia...what really amazes me is the amount of Jerks who feel arrogant enough to add to their jerkness a pile of crap by being condescending...kaman!!!
My kids hate my new hair color...kids are honest and simple so they simply gave me an honest opinion...they said: Mama, loon sha3rek we7esh awi ( your hair color is ugly ) and they had a confused look on their faces. thing is, a while ago i thought i'd refresh things with spicing up the contrast a bit and giving myself a darker shade of hair...i did, it came out black...it's a shock to say the least...it was dramatic...Adams family kind of dramatic...had to get Mama's saying on the matter, she said: rabena khala2 el blonds and el brunettes and khala2 ma3ahom a character to match...this is not you. yes, mom, it's not...and change can't be that severe...and no one can change who they really are... not even for the sake of more spice or more drama. and now I'm talking about life...not the hair.
I have a friend in Gaza. It's a group i joined because i do have a friend in Gaza...My friend in Gaza doesn't hate Egyptians, doesn't exaggerate, doesn't mislead others although he is the one suffering the long cold dark nights and taking all the fighter jets and its missiles. He knows we have a foolish crappy government, but he also knows that people of countries are helpless in so many ways....Now, people around the Arab world and within Egypt...people who are enjoying the comfort of their warm luxurious homes...watching hayfa on their LCD and driving around safe streets in their fancy cars are judging Egyptians, hating Egyptians and cursing Egyptians. I believe my point is obvious, I will not explain no more.
I have a brat for a boss and although the motherhood flooding in me can take his childish annoying behaviour...but not that childish nor that annoying behaviour. so, I smell a fight in the air...when he decides to come by the office sometime for a change and handle some work of course!!!!

East, West...who's best- not!!?

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 18:46:00 GMT

Arabs who are really Arabs.

Arabs who don't really like being Arabs.

Arabs who have no Idea that they are Arabs.

Non Arabs who want to be counted as Arabs...well, skip that one, that's bull!!

It is just dumb.

you see, being an Arab is like being Chinese...no matter where you're raised, what name you have, how many curses in English, french or even Hindu you can blabber...you'll never get rid of those eyes...you know!

It's dumb to speak English all the time, in your ARAB country...among your ARAB friends...with no reason whatsoever...calling your self openminded...drag your belt-less half ass pants everywhere showing unnecessary unreasonable amount of your boxers and sniffing around Americans and Europeans because you know that around other twisted similar minds you are being cool...free...cultured and what not!

I Never, Never saw any western fellow that fascinated by other nationalities or identities but their own...I've never seen an American talking in french all the time...nor a french lady speaking Italian without a good reason.

You know why??? simple. because they are not twisted in the head as they know Language is a TOOL for the love of God...they know it's a way to communicate in a foreign country or among foreign friends...just like taking a plane to go to Japan...Language is means...just means.

Just like blogging in English for the sake of reaching to different people around the world as it is a popular language is the - and must - reason why many Arabs do it...It would be sad to do it for being more alienated to your OWN language more than you are to a language that belongs to other countries...DUH!!

Now, ranting that out I've got to say this:

If we can't be comfortable in our own skin and authenticity, we will never be able to make any sense...anywhere.

Now, It's not about which is best, east or west...It's about what is best...accepting oneself or forging someone Else's identity...cause buddy, you will never be one of them...in their eyes...you will eventually end up with nothing.

And an unidentified spirit is a meaningless one.

Deal with this then talk politics please. Get your priorities and loyalty right then point fingers, analyse situations and suggest who's fault it is, Hamas, Mubarak or Israel.

Have a soloution? Apply it yourself first.

Or else, Go Rap!!

A slight brush of mania

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 13:00:53 GMT

It has always been said, that artists of all types are slightly queer...a little bit mad.

I don't think that it's about being crazy...I mean, artists do see things differently. they are with deeper views of the universe and their own world.

It is having a special vision that makes them care less about what ordinary people strive to attain. and care more about matters that seem trivial or of no sense to the majority.

I've been around artists all my life. Musicians, writers and painters. non was ordinary in comparison with the everyday corporate employee who thinks and lives a routine of repetitive incidents.

Artists have mood swings, Impulsive enthusiasms and sudden depressions.

What I've noticed as well is that no matter what kind of artist or how good you are...If you have a special talent you tend to think, act and feel things differently.

Some are so private...as if their own minds hold a universe that revolves exclusively and people, life and society become more of a visualized manifestation of how silly the world is.

Some are exchanging universal knowledge and they would let their thoughts and art out...expressive they are...loud and articulate.

I believe that every human being has some kind of talent inside of him...either hidden somewhere or crystal clear...either acknowledged by the talented himself or left to rust and decay by his own hands willingly or by others' influence.

It takes spirit and inner clarity for people to courageously allow themselves to interact with the talent seeded in them.

Just like it takes some kind of superiority to allow art to flow from you...to accept speciality and it's very own brush of mania.

Many artists and scientists were called mad...check out this article: Mad/ Genius

My favorite example ( because i love his poems ) is Edgar Allan Poe and he said:

"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence -- whether much that is glorious -- whether all that is profound -- does not spring from disease of thought -- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect"