Listening to the music of the night

Current Status:I am spending a beautiful Thursday winter night at home, listening to the Phantom of the Opera sound tracks, and repeating the phantom of the opera song times and times again, I’ve been listening to it since morning and I didn’t get bored. Doesn’t sound pretty much like me, no?? however, Sarah Brightman and Michael Crowford are sorta irresistable.  here goes for those who are interested…and if not just try listening to it, you are gonna love it.

from theh Glass Castle (Jeanette Walls):

When I recovered, Dad picked me up and heaved me back into the middle of the Hot Pot. “Sink or Swim!” he called out. For the Second time, I sank. The water once more filled my nose and lungs. I kicked and flailed and thrashed my way to the surface, gasping for air, and reached out to Dad. But he pulled back, and I didn’t feel his hands around me until I’d sunk one more time.

He did it again and again, until the realization that he was rescuing me only to throw me back into the water took hold, and so, rather than reaching for Dad’s hands, I tried to get away from them. I kicked at him and pushed away through the water with my arms, and finally, I was able to propel myself beyond his grasp.

“You’re doing it, baby!” Dad shouted. “You’re swimming!”

I staggered out of the water and sat on the calcified rocks, my chest heaving. Dad came out of the water, too, and tried to hug me, but I wouldn’t have anything to do with him, or with mom, who’d been floating on her back as if nothing were happening, or with Brian and Lori who gathered around and were congratulating me. Dad kept telling me that he loved me, that he never would have let me drown, but you can’t cling to the side your whole life, that one lesson every parent needs to teach a child is “If you don’t want to sink, you better figure out how to swim.” what other reason, he asked, would possibly make him do this?

Once I got my breath back, I figured he must be right. There was no other way to explain it.

Ana Masry!! A not to be missed sorta conert:

An event/concert that I’ve attended last week at the AUC, I gotta admit it was a different kind of concert. Ehaab Abdou’s beautiful lyrics and music were extraordinary, Janine Zaki took the audience breath, and when Yasser Abou Ouf Sang Aho Da elli Sar, and Emta El Zaman yesma7 ya gamil..he owned the stage. Sheikh Zein sang a part from diwan el 7alag…and there was a violinist who really got me. Cheapeau begad for the theme Ehaab chose, I loved it…anywayz, they are performing next Monday, 3 December @ Sakia. Don’t miss it

Down Town: in the process of getting along with downtown, still can’t make good friends with the district, as it is super crowded keda and intimidating (you can hardly cross the street, spend around 30 mins to get out of kasr el 3eini st to tahrir square, and even if you tried to walk you have to come across a heck of a painful side walk that would hurt your feet aktar 7aga that we now call this area midan el shaheed wel raseef el mo2lem), whether driving or walking I can easily get lost.  However, I am doing my best to figure familiar places and relate..mesh 3arfa maybe it is still early!! for some hidden reason inside the little beautiful head of moi I thought I would make instantaneous peace with dowtown.

Beautiful warm night for all 😀

Published in: on November 29, 2007 at 11:35 pm  Comments Off on Listening to the music of the night  

Don’t Miss: Ehaab’s new concert (Ana El Masry)


You can get to hear some of Ehaab’s songs here

Published in: on November 8, 2007 at 9:25 pm  Leave a Comment  

Autumn Chill

And I wonder if we are gonna ever have a feel of this… is Novermber already and the weather is utterly hot.  Am exaggerating a little bit..but it is hot.It is Friday night and am in the mood for blabbing.  There is a good Woody Allen movie on t.v. but for some reason I can’t get myslef to watch it khales.  I am spending a quiet weekend at home, nothing much is going on in the pinky life of my-royal-self  as am getting all ready and energized for my new job. Should report there Sunday morning isa.

As mentioned in the previous post,  yesterday was my last day at work “siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh”.   Aslan I asked my colleagues not to throw a farewell party for me, I hate them…call me anti-social I don’t really mind at all,  but those parties are for elder people…feels like 7afl ta2been keda…plus eno am the kind of person who prefers small cozy intimate gatherings, fa no point of throwing a big party that I won’t be really enjoying.   And that’s what really happened I had lunch with boss and close ones in Fridays, then we had another gathering at the company with a cake and loads of jokes and fun in the very first department I worked for in the company.   I loved the day, I loved my gifts and cute funny cards,  I loved the sincere wishes,  I loved scanning the walls and every single corner while walking around the building for the last time…but above all I am secretly thrilled to be called irreplaceable ;D

 Corporate guy: blog worthy story: So we were anticipating a corporate visit a couple of weeks ago…me knowing who is coming I was up and at the top of it. I’ve seen one of the visitors in an earlier visit this year, but I was in the middle of something a.k.a relation fa I didn’t really pay good attention. Yet, I had a hint on how amusing this visit could be. Anywayz, the visitors came, and I was in front of the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen in my life…mind yoyu, he is  not only handsome, he is also that classy, elegant, cultured, polite, witty, etc. etc.  kinda guy that I can write books on him.  Anywayz, I decided to be professional and forget all about how irresistable this guy is and concentrate in whatever I have to do. There were eye contacts and glances that I thought were of a special nature, yet I convinced myself that it is only a figment of my overly active imagination.  The next day I took both visitors in a tour around our facilities, and I acted as foolishly as I never been in my life..anywayz, I kept on reminding my self that whatever I have in my mind is a “figment of my overly active imagination” bardo. I was putting my sun-glasses on most of the time to avoid eye contacts. But at some point the other visitor was using the rest room and I had to run a face to face conversation I was like why can’t I pretend that am an alien now and abduct you!!Anywayz…the next day was the goodbye day…and that was a heck of goodbye..the hanshake was weird and intense…it was long and tight with a straight right into the heart look…I blushed and grabbed my hand quickly from his…it was pretty embarrasing as my boss and the other visitor were around and watching.  So …I think I  probably sent him all the wrong signals.  What’s the moral of the story…nothing in particular but the emphasis on me being a drama queen!!  Needless to saythat I’ve spent 3 days looking him up on the internet, fantasying that I might find a blog of him or something and I can act as if I landed there incidentlly….alas, there is no such thing like him on the World Wide Web…he is not even registered in the FB :S 

Note to him: oh MS how do I miss thee.

For Heliopolitan Book Worms: Starting December (as for as I know, which is not necessirly info from a reliable source) I guess we won’t need to drive all the way to the other side of the city to stimulate our soft spot for books.   Diwan and Dar El Shorouk are opening their book stores in Heliopolis. Yaaaaaaaaaaay…!!

Published in: on November 3, 2007 at 12:49 am  Comments (8)  

My last day at work

Oh God, this is getting too emotional. It is even more emotional than any break-up I’ve ever had in my life!! :(”’

Published in: on November 1, 2007 at 1:00 pm  Comments Off on My last day at work