saturday secret 30-7-2011

طاب لو كده be yourself وله ايه

today i was having a talk with a very introvert friend of mine about personal privacy, crossing lines, how much interfering is annoying or even considered interfering to such an introvert  person,
then a the whole cyber, virtual, internet, chatting, social media is about crossing lines, if not all line without actually crossing any line

its me, but i'm somebody else, its my picture but i'm hiding behind an avatar from real life, real people, we are all people here and we are all real but we are all someone's else virtual dude..

i can be anything, anyone, talk any talk, with whom ever i want here, but in real life i am that person sitting in a cafe staring at the ipad or laptop or even mobile and smiling at the screen, though there's nothing to laugh about around, or that person who sleeps with his blackberry over his head or that girl who is walking around with her phone texting.

we are all one of those people or even all those people,trapped in another world by choice, we are all weirdo to someone out there in real life with our geeky talk and our un-separate-able  communication methods..

the best friend role in somebody's else's movie

saturday secret 16-7-2011

time to go back

i live in a bubble, that i created to isolate myself from life, relatives, even family from annoying undesired news,events and irritating stupid people..

and sometimes though i am old enough and know better i take a chance on life, and Get out of my bubble.. 

have a look at the real world as it is and when someone/something shocks the hell out of me, screwed up my mind i know its time for me to gather the remains and go back into my bubble.

الحلاج عجبت منك ومنى

عجبتُ منك و منـّـي	يا مُنـْيـَةَ المُتـَمَنّـِي
أدنيتـَني منك حتـّـى	ظننتُ أنـّك أنـّــي
وغبتُ في الوجد حتـّى	أفنيتنـَي بك عنـّــي
يا نعمتي في حياتــي	و راحتي بعد دفنـــي
ما لي بغيرك أُنــسٌ	من حيث خوفي وأمنـي
يا من رياض معانيـهْ	قد حّويْـت كل فنـّـي
وإن تمنيْت شيْــــاً	فأنت كل التمنـّـــي

first time to blog nonsenses

غريب الحلم لمّا يواعد النعسان و ما يطولّش


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i blocked you, deleted you so that you keep wondering whether i am happy or not


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today i came to the conclusion that  I'm not bipolar, my mood is just on shuffle mode 
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giving up.it's the fastest road 2 heal, even if it isn't exactly the smartest.


dear blog: excuse my nonsense post/thoughts i'm feel so damn lonely today and you are the only one available to talk to though i didn't really say whats deeply in my mind.!!

saturday secret 9-7-2011

even more i don't stand being in the same room with them

of the romantic comedy 10 things i hate about you and its famous poem

So I'm sitting here and  because my life is my life, I found myself watching a YouTube video of the climactic poem from the movie "10 Things I Hate About You".

And again, because my life is my life, I started counting all of the things that Julia Stiles' character, Kat, hates about Heath Ledger's character, Patrick.

In the poem, Kat specifically lists 14 different things she hates. She combines some of them (and starts 10 lines with "I hate", which is how the people behind the movie arrived at 10).

Here's the poem; I've thrown in bolded numbers to show the 10 count, as I believe the people who made the movie saw it:

[1] I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. [2] I hate the way you drive my car; [3] I hate it when you stare.
 [4] I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
 [5] I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. [6] I hate it -- I hate the way you're always right;
 [7] I hate it when you lie. [8] I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. [9] I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call. [10] But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you -- not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Now here's the poem with all 14 things she hates annotated:

[1] I hate the way you talk to me,
 [2] and the way you cut your hair. [3] I hate the way you drive my car; [4] I hate it when you stare. [5] I hate your big dumb combat boots [6] and the way you read my mind.
 [7] I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. [8] I hate it -- I hate the way you're always right; [9] I hate it when you lie.
 [10] I hate it when you make me laugh,
 [11] even worse when you make me cry.
 [12] I hate it when you're not around [13] and the fact that you didn't call.
 [14] But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you -- not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

BUT... looking at it as I did, three of the 14 things she hates in this poem are not specificallyabout Patrick. 

They are statements of hate toward specific actions, or general feelings of hate.

The three "hate" lines from the poem are not things she hates about him:

- "I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme"... which I am calling NOT something she hates about him.

- "And the fact that you didn't call"... that's not something she hates about him, it's a specific event involving him that she happened to hate.

- "But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you -- not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all"... which, again, is not something she hates about him, it's something she hates about herself.

And thus concludes more academic analysis into the poem "10 Things I Hate About You" than anyone EVER should've done. 

is there someone up there how sees the world the way i see it

so far this is the oldest i have been