This is an extremely inspiring song, I hope you learn to enjoy it as much as I did
I am unwritten,
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten,
I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines, oh yeah yeah
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way oh, oh
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
the rest still unwrittrn
(Gospel)
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live you life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
She Hit the Floor
Haven't blogged in a while, sorry about that. Maybe it's because there are no thoughts lately. I still can't get used to it. Still think I'm on a vacation and don't know when it'll end. Can't get into routine without a job. Been selectively job hunting for a couple of months now, got some good leads but nothing materialized yet. Going nuts! Everyone tells me it takes time to find a good job. I know it does. I know how it goes. I was there, I posted a vacancy, paperwork, budget, interviews, and it did take a long time, I think it took about 2 months to find Basma and almost the same with Christine, and they were beautiful choices on my part, heheh :)
I'm good at what I do, I think. I was told repeatedly. Not being an ass but trying not to slip. I must keep reminding myself. I'm sure it will happen, eventually. I hope it does.
Folks on summer vacation in Egypt. Feels kinda weird since this is the first summer I spend alone. I'm not entirely alone, I have good friends here. But it's just... Not the same. Different home, car, furniture, food, life, everything. My own apartment feels kinda good. My new life feels good but scary.
When to OttawaU a couple of times to straighten out some paperwork. University of Ottawa seems amazing. Scared and looking forward to my Masters. Hoping that will be the tipping point of my life. Anxious.
Housework is exhausting. I lived like a slob in Egypt. Not a slob as much as a pampered mama's boy. Money is the solution to everything. It's nothing like that here. I realized I was quite anal about housework. When I do get off my ass and do housework, it has to be perfect. When I cook (about twice or thrice a week), I leave everything for about two or three days until I can't find a clean plate or fork, and then I decide to wash the dishes. I spend a good hour washing the dishes, and making sure everything is spotless and squeaks when you rub your finger on it. I also Shit, I just spotted something that appears to be a small cockroach crawling under the TV bench! God bless Raid, it killed the bitch. Sorry about that.
Enough for now.
(If you're wondering about the blog title, it's the chorus of the song Low by Flo Rida featuring T-Pain, no particular reason why I chose it as this blog title, it was just stuck in my head, got kinda cool rythem to it - check it out)
I'm good at what I do, I think. I was told repeatedly. Not being an ass but trying not to slip. I must keep reminding myself. I'm sure it will happen, eventually. I hope it does.
Folks on summer vacation in Egypt. Feels kinda weird since this is the first summer I spend alone. I'm not entirely alone, I have good friends here. But it's just... Not the same. Different home, car, furniture, food, life, everything. My own apartment feels kinda good. My new life feels good but scary.
When to OttawaU a couple of times to straighten out some paperwork. University of Ottawa seems amazing. Scared and looking forward to my Masters. Hoping that will be the tipping point of my life. Anxious.
Housework is exhausting. I lived like a slob in Egypt. Not a slob as much as a pampered mama's boy. Money is the solution to everything. It's nothing like that here. I realized I was quite anal about housework. When I do get off my ass and do housework, it has to be perfect. When I cook (about twice or thrice a week), I leave everything for about two or three days until I can't find a clean plate or fork, and then I decide to wash the dishes. I spend a good hour washing the dishes, and making sure everything is spotless and squeaks when you rub your finger on it. I also Shit, I just spotted something that appears to be a small cockroach crawling under the TV bench! God bless Raid, it killed the bitch. Sorry about that.
Enough for now.
(If you're wondering about the blog title, it's the chorus of the song Low by Flo Rida featuring T-Pain, no particular reason why I chose it as this blog title, it was just stuck in my head, got kinda cool rythem to it - check it out)
Saturday, May 17, 2008
New Place
Got a new place downtown. Nice cute little place. It ain't much, but it's mine! My first place actually, which kinda feels good.
Bought a bunch of furniture from Ikea which I had to cram into my tiny compact rental which much to my suprize fit! Had to install everything on my own.
I am spoilt, I am used to leisure and luxury, but I never really thought that a makwagy was luxury! I never imagined that furniture delivery was luxury! Very small things keda that you always did people here frown upon! Making an illegal u-turn, having help around the house, that sort of stuff - nothing here like that, you're on your own!
There is something wrong with my address, seems like the previous tentant requested a cancellation of his cable and when I requested cable on the same address it seemed to have completely fucked up the system. Now I have to wait a week for the service to be activated. So basically I'm now stuck with free-to-air channels, which sucks - but hey, at least I have internet...
The heater in my apartment seems to be broken and I am practically melting here! Tried to call the superintendant and got voicemail. Crap.
Bought a bunch of furniture from Ikea which I had to cram into my tiny compact rental which much to my suprize fit! Had to install everything on my own.
I am spoilt, I am used to leisure and luxury, but I never really thought that a makwagy was luxury! I never imagined that furniture delivery was luxury! Very small things keda that you always did people here frown upon! Making an illegal u-turn, having help around the house, that sort of stuff - nothing here like that, you're on your own!
There is something wrong with my address, seems like the previous tentant requested a cancellation of his cable and when I requested cable on the same address it seemed to have completely fucked up the system. Now I have to wait a week for the service to be activated. So basically I'm now stuck with free-to-air channels, which sucks - but hey, at least I have internet...
The heater in my apartment seems to be broken and I am practically melting here! Tried to call the superintendant and got voicemail. Crap.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Getting on the Roller Coaster
You know when you're in the queue waiting to get on the roller coaster? Those 30 minutes or so seem like forever. You're standing in line, you're frightened and excited. The seconds seem like minutes, the minutes like eternity. You see people getting off the roller coaster on the other side, some are thrilled, some are throwing up, and it scares you.
The ride seems so cool and exciting, but it's scary because you just don't know how steep and fast it is. You can't imagine it, but you can see yourself on the ride.
That's pretty much my life these days. I've been in the queue now for ages and I just want to get it over with.
5 days to go.
The ride seems so cool and exciting, but it's scary because you just don't know how steep and fast it is. You can't imagine it, but you can see yourself on the ride.
That's pretty much my life these days. I've been in the queue now for ages and I just want to get it over with.
5 days to go.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Much Ado About Nothing!
Almost had you there, didn't I? You thought I was gonna go all Shakespeare on you? Not really, I heard a lot this Shakespearean play, and I may have seen it, but that's not really what this blog is about.
For all my blog fans out there, I'm sorry for not writing the last 2 days, I've been busy. Busy doing what? I have no freaking idea! Absolutely nothing. I actually was too busy doing absolutely nothing. Have you ever had that feeling before?
Why do we get that? You're sitting there, doing nothing. You can't do anything else, because you're already doing something else - nothing! Doing nothing is something, I'm sure you know that. Never mind that.
My mom wipes our dog's mouth! No wait, I have to tell you this story... You see, I ordered fried chicken from KFC, I devoured all the chicken and naturally left the bones (because I don't eat bones). I gave them to Jack (our dog, not the guy who loves his beanstalk). Jack (again, our dog) totally loved the fried chicken bones, he devoured them to the last drop). Now my mom (obcessive compulsive when it comes to cleanliness and tidiness) takes one of Jack's towels (yes, Jack the dog has his own towels) and wipes his mouth (my mom wiped Jack's mouth - he didn't wipe his own mouth, now that would be something else!). My mom's explanation to that is: the chicken bones are oily, now Jack's mouth will be oily and he will make the carpet and floor's oily. I learned not to argue with my mom.
Family is great! I don't usually get to spend quality time with the family, which sucks. This last week has been great. I'm doing nothing but spending time with my mom, dad, sister and her kids; Nooreldeen (www.nooreldeen.com) and Sama (website coming very soon). Family is one of those things you take for granted, you don't really appreciate it except when you're alone. If you live with your family - count your blessings!
Jack LOVES apple and pear cores, lettuce, and ta3meya (don't ask!).
More later.
For all my blog fans out there, I'm sorry for not writing the last 2 days, I've been busy. Busy doing what? I have no freaking idea! Absolutely nothing. I actually was too busy doing absolutely nothing. Have you ever had that feeling before?
Why do we get that? You're sitting there, doing nothing. You can't do anything else, because you're already doing something else - nothing! Doing nothing is something, I'm sure you know that. Never mind that.
My mom wipes our dog's mouth! No wait, I have to tell you this story... You see, I ordered fried chicken from KFC, I devoured all the chicken and naturally left the bones (because I don't eat bones). I gave them to Jack (our dog, not the guy who loves his beanstalk). Jack (again, our dog) totally loved the fried chicken bones, he devoured them to the last drop). Now my mom (obcessive compulsive when it comes to cleanliness and tidiness) takes one of Jack's towels (yes, Jack the dog has his own towels) and wipes his mouth (my mom wiped Jack's mouth - he didn't wipe his own mouth, now that would be something else!). My mom's explanation to that is: the chicken bones are oily, now Jack's mouth will be oily and he will make the carpet and floor's oily. I learned not to argue with my mom.
Family is great! I don't usually get to spend quality time with the family, which sucks. This last week has been great. I'm doing nothing but spending time with my mom, dad, sister and her kids; Nooreldeen (www.nooreldeen.com) and Sama (website coming very soon). Family is one of those things you take for granted, you don't really appreciate it except when you're alone. If you live with your family - count your blessings!
Jack LOVES apple and pear cores, lettuce, and ta3meya (don't ask!).
More later.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
We're Surrounded by Idiots
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Disclaimer
This post frequently refers to idiots. If you believe you're an idiot or have been called an idiot frequently, please don't read it. If you do read, please don't be offended.
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Did you ever feel you're surrounded by idiots? Do you think that people are generally stupid? How many times a day do you call someone an idiot (in your mind)? If it's someone driving in the wrong direction, cuts you off, smoking where they shouldn't, pushing both elevator buttons, or generally doing something stupid - I get that a lot!
I feel that people are generally stupid (them not us). I can’t stand the guy that pushes both elevator buttons. I am pretty sure he knows it’s wrong. The guy I hate even more, is the one pushing both elevator buttons and acting stupid – when it stops and you’re inside he’d go “are you going up?” you give him the totally fake smile and point downwards, so he gives you the disappointed smile and doesn’t get on.
Another type of stupid is the lady driving in the wrong direction on a one-way street. Ladies can’t drive, let alone use the reverse gear, so she plays blonde and stops, occasionally waving her hands in the air telling you to go back.
More stupid is the guy who calls you up in the middle of the night. You pick up the phone and your voice sounds like you’re right in the middle of surgery and you can barely mutter “herrroo” and he goes “Hey! Are you asleep?” I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I believe that telling someone that you’re asleep when you in fact are is rude, so almost always I would go “nuh, iz ukey” and the guy would continue talking!
I absolutely hate it when you make a fast food delivery order and the call center guy reads off your entire address to you, every single time. That is so irritating!
I’m sure there’s a lot more stupid, but right now I gotta sleep. Maybe I’ll do an idiots part 2.
Disclaimer
This post frequently refers to idiots. If you believe you're an idiot or have been called an idiot frequently, please don't read it. If you do read, please don't be offended.
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Did you ever feel you're surrounded by idiots? Do you think that people are generally stupid? How many times a day do you call someone an idiot (in your mind)? If it's someone driving in the wrong direction, cuts you off, smoking where they shouldn't, pushing both elevator buttons, or generally doing something stupid - I get that a lot!
I feel that people are generally stupid (them not us). I can’t stand the guy that pushes both elevator buttons. I am pretty sure he knows it’s wrong. The guy I hate even more, is the one pushing both elevator buttons and acting stupid – when it stops and you’re inside he’d go “are you going up?” you give him the totally fake smile and point downwards, so he gives you the disappointed smile and doesn’t get on.
Another type of stupid is the lady driving in the wrong direction on a one-way street. Ladies can’t drive, let alone use the reverse gear, so she plays blonde and stops, occasionally waving her hands in the air telling you to go back.
More stupid is the guy who calls you up in the middle of the night. You pick up the phone and your voice sounds like you’re right in the middle of surgery and you can barely mutter “herrroo” and he goes “Hey! Are you asleep?” I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I believe that telling someone that you’re asleep when you in fact are is rude, so almost always I would go “nuh, iz ukey” and the guy would continue talking!
I absolutely hate it when you make a fast food delivery order and the call center guy reads off your entire address to you, every single time. That is so irritating!
I’m sure there’s a lot more stupid, but right now I gotta sleep. Maybe I’ll do an idiots part 2.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
When Shit Hits the Fan
Take cover.
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WARNING
The contents of this post are linguistically visual in nature. Reader discretion is advised!
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Have you ever heard of this expression before? When shit hits the fan? I can't recall when or where I heard it, but I simply love it, maybe it's because I'm a graphical and disgusting person by nature.
Picture it. There's a fan on high speed, and there's a large ball of shit flying straight ahead at you, you duck, the piece of shit misses you, and it hits the fan! Tiny squirts of shit (it's probably soft shit - not the hard constipated type) storm through the room, they hit you in the face, all over your body, all over the walls (you wonder how such a small ball of shit ended up in this giant mess), it's in your eyes, ears, and hair, and it's just plain smelly and disgusting!
Now that there's shit all over you and all over the room, what are you going to do? Assuming you were dumb enough to let shit hit the fan, you have one of two things to do:
1) Be a chicken-shit, run away, take a long shower and never go in that room again
2) Do the responsible and mature thing and clean up the fucking shit you caused in the first place
There really isn't a third option... Think about it.
What's my point behind all this disgustingness? Don't wait for shit to hit the fan, and if you're an idiot and you wait, for god's sake DON'T DUCK! If the piece of shit already came flying at your face, then you probably caused it (because shit doesn't just come flying at your face). The room is your life. And the shit is some fuck-up that you caused. Own up to your shit! Because at the end of the day, it's your shit - nobody's elses, and as I always say: it's better to take your shit in your face than anybody else's, well I never actually said that before - it should be a proverb, it kind of has a nice ring to it, it's better to take your shit in your face than anybody else's.
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WARNING
The contents of this post are linguistically visual in nature. Reader discretion is advised!
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Have you ever heard of this expression before? When shit hits the fan? I can't recall when or where I heard it, but I simply love it, maybe it's because I'm a graphical and disgusting person by nature.
Picture it. There's a fan on high speed, and there's a large ball of shit flying straight ahead at you, you duck, the piece of shit misses you, and it hits the fan! Tiny squirts of shit (it's probably soft shit - not the hard constipated type) storm through the room, they hit you in the face, all over your body, all over the walls (you wonder how such a small ball of shit ended up in this giant mess), it's in your eyes, ears, and hair, and it's just plain smelly and disgusting!
Now that there's shit all over you and all over the room, what are you going to do? Assuming you were dumb enough to let shit hit the fan, you have one of two things to do:
1) Be a chicken-shit, run away, take a long shower and never go in that room again
2) Do the responsible and mature thing and clean up the fucking shit you caused in the first place
There really isn't a third option... Think about it.
What's my point behind all this disgustingness? Don't wait for shit to hit the fan, and if you're an idiot and you wait, for god's sake DON'T DUCK! If the piece of shit already came flying at your face, then you probably caused it (because shit doesn't just come flying at your face). The room is your life. And the shit is some fuck-up that you caused. Own up to your shit! Because at the end of the day, it's your shit - nobody's elses, and as I always say: it's better to take your shit in your face than anybody else's, well I never actually said that before - it should be a proverb, it kind of has a nice ring to it, it's better to take your shit in your face than anybody else's.
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