Police Brutality

The Egyptian Police و يا سلام على خيبتك يا مصر

Blind Frasier

Frasier hates blind dates and fix-ups.

Now there is that episode in which he feels all restless and the following is a conversation he has with Daphne:

Daphne: Perhaps you have been feeling restless lately because of a lack of female companionship, so I thought…

Frasier: Oh Dear.

Daphne: Just listen, I am meeting my friend Claire for drinks tonight and she’s complained about being restless…

Frasier: Just stop right there, I would know by now that you know my policy on fix-ups.

Daphne: She is pretty, she is lonely and she is an underwear model.

Frasier: So you do know my policy, off we go.

It All Changed

I stood in silence, I stood still, amidst what I felt was ruins, amidst what they called advancement, what they believed was change, what they tried to convince me was the new world that I should cope with and try understand, amidst what I believe was nothing natural. I stood still, in a judging silence of all I saw and heard, amidst the skyscrapers and the speedy cars searching for what is no more anywhere I can see, searching for the truth that used to be, for the life that used to have value, the reality with no artificiality and the events that used altogether to make some sense in this world.

I stood still, searching amidst the noises and in the stores for a record being played, the music of Sinatra, the history that used to be, the women walking in respect and the gentlemen who used to have manners, and searching for the words that were English. I looked for the people who used to live happily, the time that used to pass by as slow as a tortoise and yet give happiness and be felt swift and fast. I searched for the reasonable prices that used to be, the things that I could have purchased with my humble wage and the mobsters who as scary as they seemed used to some how be loved and respected for the morality they partially had.

I stood there and searched for the words gentleman that used to exist, hearing only hip and cool instead, I looked around for when sex was something you don’t discuss with everyone around, for the time when love was the currency of all living things, for when your heart used to bleed in pain for the pain of those you may have never met.

And amidst all my thoughts and dreams of better days that are no more to come the new advanced modern vehicles passed, you cannot cross the street anymore, I remembered when cars had no speed on them, when man was more respected than the machine, when we came first and everything else followed, when we were smart and presidents and kings couldn’t cheat us into believing their shit unless we thought of it, analyzed it and then decided for ourselves if it was logical or not, believable or just pure bullshit and nonsense. I remembered when saying the word bullshit was the rudest of manners.

I stood there, remembering days in which I slept peacefully, happily, safely, feeling that no one will ever harm me, that I could wake up the following day and still find the food I need, the things I wanted to see.

But well things change, no more Sinatra, no more classics, everything is about being hip and all funky…

I guess for people like me death would be the solution, I know I don’t wanna get all pulled in and drowned into this weird unhealthy world I hate and criticize with all my power and ability…

I miss the classics… And the good old life…

Their Misery… Your Fun…

Your friend’s misery although may usually require you chipping in a hand of help should always be your source of fun… What are friends for if we don’t love at those little miseries they get to face?

Plus you know that moment of trouble is worth being observed, maybe even worth being taped on video.

So, all my friends buy a video camera and start shooting every awful or embarrassing moment, I know I will enjoy watching it when I am around and well, I know you all care to see my smile…

عيش: خالد سليم

عيش…

حب الناس و عيش…

تلقى الناس بيوت…

فاتحه قلوبها فوت…

حب متتنسيش…

دور…

سافر في القلوب…

دّور في الزحام…

هتدوب الآلام…

و الأحلام تعيش…

و ازاي يا دنيا مشفتكيش…

قبل انهاردة معشتكيش…

أنا كنت مين و فين و ليه…

و ازاي زماني محسكيش…

Just think about it, I missed this song and I thought about listening to it and here is what I came up with at the end:

1. There are things that you never know will give you joy… Pursue them, who would know what is the best until he gives each thing a try?
2. Keep dreaming.
3. Life is more beautiful and fun than we may ever think or believe it is, just needs some trial and error.

كتير بنعشق

كتير بنعشق ولا بنطول،

و كتير بنعشق ولا بنقول،

و مفيش حكاية بتستمر، زي مبدئت ليه على طول…

في عشق بيستانانا،

و عشق بنستناه،

و عشق بينسينا العشق اللي عشقناه…

القلب اللي بيجرحنا،

في حاجة أكيد جرحاه،

و جراحنا بتفكرنا، بالجرح اللي جرحناه..

These words are the lyrics to the Soundtrack of the latest Ahmad El Sa’a movie which I will wait to watch when shown in theatres here in Dubai, something that I am disgusted with. For some reason I have already set my mind to think of Ahmad El Sa’a as more of the action actor, also a thriller actor but I am not a fan of his in the romantic department and if not that clear via the name of the movie عن العشق و الهوى then I have been told it is a romance.

Yet the song and the scenes that are shown within the song’s video clip make me wanna watch it asap, somehow the song’s words got to me so badly, deep inside, touched some soft spot in there, and held on to something of my history in the same department. What I have done, how I felt, how I made others feel, the good moments and the bad moments.

The question is: Why doesn’t anything continue, go on, the way it started especially when it is good, specially when it is romantic, when it is love?

I think once I can watch that movie, well I will somehow relate to it…

رمضان كريم

I hope we all make the best out of this holy month and be able to get something good out of it.

خاب و خسر من أدرك شهر رمضان و لم يغفر له

رمضان كريم

Some Things

Some things are not as awful as they may have seemed to be in the past… Some others should not have even caught your least bit of attention or care…

We could not change the past, we could only influence the future and now that we know, we gotta aim right and we gotta aim high…

According To Frasier

I was watching this episode of Frasier

Daphne expresses how she thinks it is awful that men use sex to get to what they want in response to Frasier’s feel of guilt after kissing Kate (His Boss) in her office while negotiating a pay raise for the producing talents in the radio station in which he works although he did not do it as some kind of seduction.

What I liked here was Frasier’s response to Daphne’s argument as he defended all fellow men by yelling:

“How could we possibly use sex to get to what we want? Sex is what we want.”

The Sure Thing

Nothing is sure in this world, or that’s at least what I thought, nothing can be confirmed… Everything, good or bad comes and goes with time, everything. Money isn’t a sure thing, love isn’t, chicks aren’t, your marriage could go down hill and hit rock bottom, your job could be a pain in your ass.

There is a thin line between having nothing sure, nothing of meaning, nothing worth a shot and having one sure thing in your life. To me the one thing I guess could be sure is friendship, real and true friendship, that friendship you work on and develop to make it evolve into something real meaningful.

Tonight I started believing in that, tonight my best friend taught me a lesson about true and real friendship, tonight I knew that for one time in my life there is one right choice I have made throughout the past, tonight I knew I was always right to brag about having a friendship of almost 15 years that would never fail with time.

Tonight my best friend made me know I was always right about him, and made me confident that I someday will be able to make more right decisions and for that I am eternally grateful…

Thanks for a great friendship man… You made me proud…

(Dedicated to the Raven)