A late valentine story

A week before valentine’s day, my boss looked a bit puzzled, out of being nice to the new boss in town, I asked what’s wrong? his answer was “I just had a call from my wife and she is pretty sad coz I won’t be with her in Valentine’s day”, I went like oh, sorry for you, how long have you been married?? he answered 32 years, ah, ok. After a while, he called me from his office and said would you come and help me make an online arranagment for flowers delivery on that day, I said sure.

We spent like 30-45 minutes trying to pick the most romantic bouquet, then we went to the delivery notes section. He asked the florist to deliver the boquet no later than 08:30 am, call before delivery and make sure she is home, but don’t mention the flowers thing, just pretend that there is a check on something at home.

Then we came to the last part, his note to her, well, he turned to me and said what do you think is most suitable to be said after 32 years of marriage, I went like definitely you have to thank her for putting up with you all those years :))) then he turned back to his computer and wrote “Happy Valentine’s day, from a secret admirer” and put his initials.

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Published in: on February 28, 2005 at 10:43 am  Comments (4)  

حنين الى شيء لم يحدث – رانيا بديع

Felt this one is so expressive, in other words, and to be honest, it describes my current state of mind and feelings, enjoy.

لا اذكر ان اجتاحني حلمٌ في مثل هذه الصورة قبل ان تسربتَ الى رأسي بحجة العشق. في اعماقي شهوة للخروج على كل القوانين وفي سكونك نكهة تحرضني على المزيد من الجنون. تحت ظلال صوتك اتعلم الحنين الى شيء لم يحدث . اتدرب على ممارسة القصيدة، امتطي الحرف واقلع معه صوب آلاف من التفاصيل لم تتشكل بعد. أحبك لاسباب تتخطاني.. لأسباب اجهلها او ربما اخاف لمسها. معك يتحطم زجاج الزمن.. تتداخل الايام، تتشابك الاحداث القليلة العملاقة وكأنك لا تزور حياتي للمرة الاولى بل تعود اليها. باغتني حبك بين محطتين.. فوق صفحة مسروقة من كتاب الفرح على مفترق جرح. لم أكن يومها انتظر المطر.. لكنه اتى في وقت مبكر من الصدفة. أفي البدء كان

الحب ام حطام الانوثة الغارق…رجولتك.. ام طفولتي؟

صمتك يراودني دون توقف.. يرتدي لغة على قياس الحيرة ويتسلقني بكبرياء مذهل.. اغموضك اقوى اسلحتك؟ أم هي في داخلي تلك

الهزيمة.. تلك المرأة المنحازة إليك من فجر اللقاء؟ أسير نحوك في مهب المستحيل. أركض كي لا يفوتني قطار الجنون.. اسرع ربما نحو انتحاري.. او بدايتي الحقيقية.. او اللاشيء. كم طاعن انت في الجاذبية! ألتقي معك على حافة الحريق.. تلك المسافة المندثرة بين رغبة تنبع من اللاوعي وتصب شفافيتها في متعة الحاضر. تلك الجرأة باقتحام مساحة في العقل ما زالت عذراء.. مكان في الذاكرة محجوز للحظة إستثنائية مضفورة بالفضيلة والإثم.. بالنور والنار.

خارج المكان أنا.. وحبك آخر انتماء، آخر محاولة لاغتيال الموت، آخر مغامرة تبحر في الاتجاه المعاكس للزيف. هل اخترتُ ضعفي امامك ام انك قطفتني متلبسة بالحنين؟

Published in: on February 23, 2005 at 3:03 pm  Comments (6)  

خذ من أيام عمري ما تشاء (رانيا بديع)

خذ من أيام عمري ما تشاءخذ فرحتي حين يعاودك البكاء

خذ موقدي حين يقترب الشتاءخذ لون بشرتي وملامحي خذ شكل حزني وجوارحي

إزرعني ضحكة في موكب العروس أو دمعة في دفاتر الرثاءإمنحني وطناً عند جبال الغيبأ

و بيتاً يحلق في الهواءيا صديقي أنا في قمة حالات يأسي فاغرف من حياتي ما تشاء

واترك لي ليلة عشق نموت فيها غارقين بشوقنا ونبعث كالأطفال أنقياء

حبيبي في عصر الضغائن صرت أجهل أحبي لعينيك داء أم دواء أفي البدء كانت الكلمة

أم كان الغدر والرياء إني مشتاقة لطعم النورفاسقني من يديك شيئاً من الضياء

هبني قلباً مكابراً من رحيق الأندلس صوتاً معاند اًيرفض زمن الخيانة والتخلف والتجارة بالدماء

حبيبي كن في دنياي رسول الحقيقة فقد ولي زمان الأنبياء الناس حولي يمضغون جراحهم

والعالم سائر نحو الفناء سيدي.. لقد قررت الموت عشقاً وأعلنت لسلطتك الولاء

أريد أن أكون آخر فدائية ترجم بالقصيدة في عصريقتل الشعر والشعراء

أريد أن أكون آخر بدائية تسبح بحمد العشق والسماءيا منقذي

.. يا ساحريشكل خطوط يدي كما تشاء هواك أروع أقداري وأنا أسلم بالقضاء..

Published in: on February 22, 2005 at 4:45 am  Comments (9)  

My Favourite Quotes

Here are some of my favourite quotes,I just don’t like them, but I do believe in them too. hope u like them as I do.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can everwarm me, I know that it is poetry. If I feel physically as if thetop of my head were taken off, I know that it is poetry. These arethe only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”–Emily Dickinson”

Never make the mistake of hating somebody because they believesomething different from you. By all means dislike them because theyvent this belief rudely or violently, because they pull themselvesup by pushing others down…but if you hate them simply because theydon’t agree with you then you have commited the cardinal sin- thearrogant belief that you are somehow blessed with a monopoly ontruth.”–Michael Stipe”

The cheif enemy of creativity is ‘good taste’.”–Pablo Picasso”

I would rather be a thing than an angel.”–Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre”

Most people know intuitively that when you fall in love, the worldis full of magic. What they don’t know is that when you discover theuniverse is full of magic, you fall in love with the world.”–Phyliss Currot, Book of Shadows”

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition oft got withoutmerit and lost without deserving.”–Shakespeare (Othello)

Have a good day,


Published in: on February 21, 2005 at 10:46 am  Leave a Comment  

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies,

And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o’er her face,

Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure,

how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o’er the brow So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent.

Can’t understand the secret behind loving this particular poem for lord Byron, it is written in my bedroom, office, car, and even in my cabinet at the gym. Lord Byron here is describing his cousin whom he has seen in a mourning “black” dress. Have never seen such a picture, I personally think that he excelled in showing us that She combines opposites or extremes in perfect proportions in her looks and in her personality. What a sensational picture.

Published in: on February 20, 2005 at 4:51 pm  Comments (2)  

My Favourite Things

Listen to the music and sing along:
Raindrops on roses, And whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles And warm woolen mittens.
Brown paper packages Tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cream colored ponies, And crisp apple strudel.
Doorbells and sleighbells And schnitzel with noodles,
Wild geese that flyWith the moon on their wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites,When the bee stings,When I’m feeling sad.
I simply remember my favorite things,And then I don’t feel so bad.
This is my favourite song since I was a kid, it is from the enchanting musical “The sound of Music” Mum taught me this song, as a kid used to sing it whenever I feel down and want to cheer myself up, as an adult didn’t imagine it can work out too, but guess what??? it did.
I am going to Beni Suef in a few minutes with visitors from Corporate, but I had a wonderful morning today, someone really made my day, and just thought about sharing. Thanks, I am at the top of the world.
“Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

Published in: on February 20, 2005 at 4:49 pm  Leave a Comment  


I think I have enjoyed my childhood so much. It was kinda different but good enough to long for right now. I am missing the yard in Grandma’s villa “it has been sold out, and a there stands a huge ugly bldg. insted”,cousins bikes race, the school bus “it witnessed my naps which I rarely manage to get as an adult”, Raghda we both used to climb the big tree behind our bldg to watch the guys conspiring on the rest of us and run fast to tell them, remember when she fell of the tree and had a big cut in the chin, she told her mom that it is the Loli-pop and her mother went crazy and of course didn’t believe her, but she pretended that she is convinced “later we discovered that both our parents knew all about the tree thing”. Daddy’s days out were the best, Friday was our sacred date, he never missed it, and everyweekend was different from the other. Mummy and summer time spending the 3 months vacation in alex. in our place, it is directly on the beach, inorder to let me forget the taste of milk she used to let me sit on the edge of the window, and drink it, it wasn’t dangerous though, it was a ground floor but to me was like watching the see from a higher position “I am the queen of the world”. Can never forget bed time stories, and full mark presents.Gardens, clubs, shcool, summer, parents, and as we were calling them life time friends “few of them are”. Waw, guess we always wanted to grow up one day and be free as those old guys, but, as soon as get old we long to our childhood.

Published in: on February 20, 2005 at 4:46 pm  Comments (2)