Disney on Ice rant
Just a quick comment. Does it bother anyone else that in a “Disney” kiddy production, namely the currently playing Disney on Ice, the soundtrack to the dance where Mr. Incredible gets his suit is “I’m too sexy for my shirt”?!!!!
Entertainment Update
Cinema
Cabaret
Went to see this one against my better judgement. Actually glad I went though. Don’t get me wrong the movie isn’t brilliant. The idea is not new. Moreover, for some reason all movies this year are posing the lewd notion that life is a Cabaret (or a Casino, waiting for the movie where life is a brothel!!!).
I’m not good with names, so I’m not sure if this is the author’s first work or the directorial day-view, but in all cases extremely impressed. The casting was brilliant! It’s an odd thing to notice in a flick but I was pleasantly surprised with most if not all actors in their respective roles. I really liked Jumana in her role (have not seen her in anything prior to this). Actors I didn’t know could act were made to stretch what little talent they had to it’s limit.
Hats off to the director for managing to bring that much out of them and keep us entertained. Fathy Abdelwahab was amazing, yet a curse often associated with the naturally gifted is that you come to expect it of them, hence he was as great as always. The directing was really good as well, good angles, lighting, and amazing performance in the scene where the whole world freezes except the center. It was the first time I’d seen it done well in Egyptian cinema.
Finally, I found the idea of a one-day movie fun, albeit not new. The ending was very befitting. Yet for all practical purposes movie didn’t have enough events for my taste. Also as far as soundtracks go, this one was very in-line with the setting to my dismay, so I got a great deal of ear piercing noise posing as folk singing by anyone with access to a mic. At the end I’d say go see it.
Al Rayes Omar 7arb
I’d give you a movie review, only this wasn’t a movie, more like soft porn! I found it terrible really. Extremely weak plot, forced scenes, over-symbolised message, stolen story line and extremely shabby decor.
I’ve heard it referred to as a failed attempt at Devil’s Advocate and Awlad 7arretna. I will agree with failed attempt… 
Casting was boring, acting was cliche, effects were terrible and the message and dialogue I found more annoying than controversial. I’m still trying to wrap my head around that my world is a “casino” owned/managed by God/the devil (movie’s position not my own).
On a lighter note, those of you shopping for evening gowns for the wedding season should go see it, Somaya El Khashab goes out of her way to model her entire collection of gowns throughout the movie (whether or not an evening dress makes sense in a scene).
TV
Nour
I really don’t get it. Maybe it’s just me. Perhaps I’m resistant to change. Perhaps I’m not into pretty people. I just honestly don’t get the craze. It’s a damn soap opera. The public has already survived years of The Bold and the Beautiful, Days of Our Lives, Dallas and what not. Then years and years of dubbed drama from the wild Mexican west starring the likes of Salma Hayek in stories paralleling those of most third world countries and where all girls are Marias and all dialogues start with “3azeezy alekhandro”.
You’d think by now people would have gotten bored, or hooked on to the likes of Prison Break, Lost or Grey’s Anatomy. Instead all I hear about anywhere (friends, facebook, the number one national newspaper in the country) is Nour this, Nour that. There have been cases of divorce apparently caused by the series. People are going home early to catch the episodes. My own best friend is blowing me off to see re-runs.
Yet I honestly truly still can’t see it!!!!!!!
“Moving Pictures”
You know what the greatest tragedy is in the whole world?, said Ginger, not paying him the least attention.It’s all the people who never find out what it is they really want to do or what it is they’re really good at. It’s all the sons who become blacksmiths because their fathers were blacksmiths. It’s all the people who could be really fantastic flute players who grow old and die without ever seeing a musical instrument, so they become bad ploughmen instead. It’s all the people with talents who never even find out. Maybe they are never even born in a time when it’s even possible to find out.
She took a deep breath. It’s all the people who never get to know what it is they can really be. It’s all the wasted chances.
I’m your person …
Dear Meredith,
A random question managed to trigger that waterfall of emotions. You are having cold feet. I understand where you are coming from, but should not let external variables affect that decision. What we have before us is looking more and more like Sophie’s choice to you. On one hand a career path that’s semi-guaranteed at one of the most influential locations in this country. The post you are leaving, is one that your skill-set far exceeds. Don’t let the sudden mass interest in the post convince you otherwise. On the other hand you have a chance to realize a life long dream, a chance to study at one of (if not) the greatest universities worldwide. You have a chance at becoming more than a scholar, you have a chance at becoming academia, at bringing new to the field of development.
I am not saying it will be easy. In retrospect I’m pretty sure it is going to be difficult, but that’s the kind of challenge that I know brings out the best in you. I have no doubt that you will sail through those courses with flying colours. That you will return to the mother land a PhD in the field of development. That you will then be yourself the highly coveted consultant for all major policy and developmental agencies in Egypt.
Remember that just because your current job seems to be the end of the road to most; their Everest, doesn’t mean at all that it’s your Everest, for I know you have much steeper slopes to climb and much higher altitudes to reach.
I’m your person… I would like nothing more than for you to stay put. To be able to see you weekly. To show up at your door whenever fancy strikes me. To be able to call at all times. To just drive around doing nothing or sit down and critique food at all the joints in Cairo. Yet in all that selfishness I can’t imagine you not going. I can’t tell you that they are right. That you ought to have cold feet. That the decision is difficult.
In my eyes the decision is easy. The answer is obvious. The fears are unsubstantiated. Go Meredith. Change the world. Like only you could. If you don’t trust your better judgement. Trust mine.
Yours,
Christina
To Meredith
Cameron: I was in the top of my class.
House: But not THE top.
Cameron: I did an internship at the Mayo Clinic.
House: Yes, you were a very good applicant.
Cameron: But not the best?
House: Would that upset you, really, to think that you were hired because of some genetic gift of beauty not some genetic gift of intelligence?
Cameron: I worked very hard to get where I am.
House: But you didn’t have to. People choose the paths that grant them the greatest rewards for the least amount of effort. That’s the law of nature, and you defied it. That’s why I hired you. You could have married rich, could have been a model, you could have just shown up and people would have given you stuff. Lots of stuff, but you didn’t, you worked your stunning little ass off.
Cameron: Am I supposed to be flattered?
House: Gorgeous women do not go to medical school. Unless they’re as damaged as they are beautiful. Were you abused by a family member?
Cameron: No!
House: Sexually assaulted?
Cameron: No.
House: But you are damaged, aren’t you?
From the pilot episode of HOUSE M.D.
Disclaimer
Never thought I’d see the day where I actually would need a disclaimer. Here goes nothing.
This story, Ramblings of the Disoriented Mind, and all events are complete figments of my imagination. The character is dreamed up. Any similarities to reality and to individuals you think you know are completely coincidental. I am NOT Sina Hbous. I do however know her. The character is NOT based on her. She has been gracious enough to consent to letting me use her name. I apologize for the confusion that has ensued and I hope this clarifies things a bit.
If you have no idea what I’m talking about, this is in reference to comments about my first short story, page to your right, or link here.
Bloody Note
ورقة في بحر الدماء
في كل مرة أراها أو أتحدث عليها
تقتلني
في كل مرة يُنطق إسمها أو يضيء شاشة هاتفي
تقتلني
أراها، ولا أكاد أفارقها حتى أشتهي رؤياها
شوقي يقتلني
…………………
تنظر إلي اليوم
تحبني
لا أشك في ذلك
أشعر بقوتي ، بقدرتي على تغيير العالم، لأنها تؤمن بي
إيمانها يقتلني
………………..
تنظر إلي اليوم
لا أدري إن كانت تحبني
قد أعيتها الحياة
لم أنجح في تغييرالعالم
لم أستطع حمايتها
إخفاقي يقتلني
تنظر إلي
نظرة عتاب
نظرة إحباط
لا أتردد لحظة وأنا أقتلني
It has been brought to my attention that I seem to have a thing for suicide scenes. Perhaps.
Urbanly defined
Inji
A Tibetan slang word for ‘all westerners irrespective of their country of origin.’ More properly lengthened to Inji goser. The word is used by all age groups and describes the predominant physical feature of the stereotypical foreigner directly translated as ‘yellow head.’
Inji means ‘westerner.’
Source: The Urban Dictionary
The Flickr Tag - Courtesy of the D
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.
Deeee Thanks I loved this!
Rachel Ray an Islamic Fundamentalist?
Read this; it really is priceless!
http://travellerwithin.blogspot.com/2008/06/rachael-ray-keffiyeh-story-ridiculous.html
Insane! For real!
Wax on… wax off
“If you can’t see the bright side of life… polish the dull side!”
I’m loving this philosophy! Thought I’d share.
I like to win
There really isn’t much to it, I just really really like to win. I’m not a malicious individual. I play fair. I would in no way try to sabotage your chances. I will not blame the fates or the dice or the cards or whatever luck activated tool necessary to the engagement of the activity in which I desire to win.
My friends seem to find this simple fact extremely troubling. It has taken them a while to fully grasp this obsession with winning. Surprisingly I’m not a bad loser, well, not too bad. I can find it in me to rise above the occasion to congratulate the winner, not sulk, and generally not claim that they’ve cheated or that the win is ill-deserved.
Yet this desire to win, at times, would appear to be the sole motivator that keeps me going. Work, study or anything else for that matter, only becomes interesting when it’s taken on some sort of competition mode. I live in a race, striving to beat out all existing and potential competitors. At odds with myself, my surrounding rivals, and all other previous individuals who’ve gone through this before and have set records.
This applies to MBA, any kind of study pursuit, work related aspects, and has unfortunately carried over into my personal life. Ok, I get it, I should be comfortable enough with who I am, confident enough in my abilities to not need to win every moment of every day! Yet that is not the case, without winning life just loses all meaning. So, if it’s not driving you too insane, let the child play, leave the child earn her win!
I assure you it really isn’t ego related, and it is not about being better than all mankind or specific individuals. It is about the knowledge that I have done it in the best manner it could have possibly been done! Otherwise, I’m not even going to attempt it!
Amelie Nothomb: The Life of Hunger
I was floored. It was the worst news I’d ever heard: I was going to have to charm my mother. I was going to have to deserve her love, and all other loves.
It wasn’t enough to appear and demand to be loved, then. I wasn’t essentially divine, then. The Pharonic doses of love that I demanded were not legitimate, then. That avalanche of thens bowled me over.
Charming my mother: it wouldn’t be easy. How was I to go about it? No idea.
More seriously: I was going to have to deserve love. I was like the British royal family learning that they were going to have to pay taxes: what? Wasn’t everything my due?
Furthermore I felt that I would need too much love: the smallest portion wasn’t going to be enough. I was going to have to deserve enormous helpings of love. In short, I was going to have to take a hell of a lot of trouble.
I had my work cut out for me. And all of a sudden I knew one thing that proved to be true, that would prove to be truer and truer: I was going to have to make an effort in life.
The very idea exhausted me.
Song obssession
Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain
Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I’m getting old
Before my time
As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I’m doing all I can
To be a better man
Go easy on my conscience
‘Cause it’s not my fault
I know I’ve been taught
To take the blame
Rest assured my angels
Will catch my tears
Walk me out of here
I’m in pain
As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I’m doing all I can
To be a better man
Once you’ve found that lover
You’re homeward bound
Love is all around
Love is all around
I know some have fallen
On stony ground
But Love is all around
Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain
Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I’m getting old
Before my time
As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I’m doin’ all I can
To be a better man
Situation in review
Stood to lose:
- Respect
- Dignity
- A friend?
So why go through with this?
Stood to gain:
- PERSPECTIVE!
You are sooo stubborn!
I guess I am!
“Bravery is Not the Absence of Fear
It is rather the ability to operate through the fear… to overcome it. “
This is my rendition of some wise man’s words.
Bravery my friends, much like fear, is in it’s entirety a state of mind. A heightened sense of invincibility, a natural high or a drug-induced one. An adrenaline rush that renders your brain unable to fully comprehend and calculate the true dangers and risks associated with the smallest things.
During my Dubai trip, the Jouj and I and some friends decided to check out the aquatic theme park. We’d both been to similar parks in the States so felt comfortable with the notion of a day of fun in the sun. We packed up swim gear, flip-flops, towels, sunscreen AND tanning lotion (a girl’s gotta have her options).
I must hand it to them, the organization was impeccable, totally comparable to the parks we’d been to in the US. With digital lockers activated using armbands you are given at the door and which are coded to your liking so they contain information about your locker, available cash to spend and access to the games. All built into your nifty bracelet (anklet) so you don’t have to worry about carrying anything on you.
The main attraction was a huge slide they called “Scareah Jumierah”. Friends heckled us about what a dangerous ride that was, how incredibly spooky it is, how they themselves wouldn’t do it and they wouldn’t recommend it to us. Not one to pass up the chance to prove people wrong I got all the more psyched about trying the game. I don’t have a fear of heights nor speed and am very comfy in the water. I figured I had all the basis covered.
Brave (and ignorant) we waltzed to the slide and stood in the huge que going up the endless flight of stairs. At intervals of our ascent you would meet people heading in the opposite direction. They had gotten to the top, taken a look and decided against it. Not very reassuring. Yet we persisted. High on life. Determined to get our rush for the day.
I watched a couple of people go down the slide, it seemed easy enough. It was my turn, the attendant gave me the basic instruction I’d already heard him give at least 20 times, and which to me seemed obvious enough.
Keep your arms crossed across your chest, keep your legs crossed at all times, do not under any circumstance attempt to leave the slide once you are in motion.
I assumed the position and inched myself towards the tip of the slide.
Ready, set, SCREAM!
There I was doing what felt like a 100km/h free fall. I learned later that we were only doing 80km/h. All of a sudden it struck me, the rush of overwhelming emotion, the doubt, the fear. I tell you ladies and gentlemen bravery is a state of mind, and a misleading one at that. Cause you see, states of mind are difficult to maintain against external influences. Especially when the external influence is 33 meters of 80km/h body racing. I could no longer see nor register distinct images, rapidly the world became one continuous blur.
It was at this point, the point of no return, when I realized that all bravery has deserted me. It took every ounce of self control in every cell in my body to resist the basic human survival instinct to grab to the slide railing abandoning the Mummied position they had us in. The two thoughts battled in my mind. The rational part telling me that the safest thing to do would be to stick to instructions, these people know what they are doing. The irrational part telling me to save my skin, to take all necessary and unnecessary measures.
There I was watching the world fly by, the sound of life whooshing by my ears. Sprays of water flying at my face and eyes and the sheer force of my weight and gravity hurtling me towards the upcoming steeper inclination. I think it was at that point that I decided I was better off not knowing what was yet to come. I clamped my eyelids shut and channeled my whole energy and focus into maintaining my position.
Minutes or seconds later…. they felt like so much more… I arrived at my destination at the end of the slide. My swimming suit bunched up around me and my body contorted into the weirdest angle. I had to be assisted to get up, all wobbly and unsteady on my feet. I’ve always had bad sea legs 
Nothing short of crossing the streets of Cairo blindfolded would have been as exhilarating. Thought I’d share my defining moment with you. The day I became a fatalist (in the words of Anna). The day I discovered my version of the Secret. Yet that is another tale.
Back…
Hallo people,
Back from said project at soul-less city.
Overall things went well, despite personal reservations on methodology.
Dubai in itself is interesting enough. Growing up in a family of engineers and being given the task of arduously photographing the fancy buildings for their digital library I spent the majority of my trip watching the constantly changing skyline.
The pace of life in Dubai puts Cairo’s alleged franticness to shame! Workaholics is probably an understatement in reference to our team. At a second glance though, not all of Dubai residents are all work and no play. Evidence of that are the looooooooooong taxi ques at shopping malls and night spots.
That’s the other thing, due to construction on the mono-rail (and other total random construction) Dubai hosts an immense number of cranes which are constantly working leading to a loud din that’s become part of the Dubai soundtrack in addition to constant sand storms and overall stuffiness. Plus for those of you not blessed with a job walking distance from their home, the endless detours have made traffic near to unbearable. If I never ride in another Toyota Camry until the day I die that would be too soon.
In retrospect I guess the best part of the trip was not the shopping (I’m like soooo incredibly broke and in debt to at least 3 banks, no thanks to credit cards), nor the outings (although Jumeirah is pretty nice people) and definitely not the work. I believe the best part has been the chance to see old friends that I had not seen in years, 10 years in the case of high school crowd and 3 in the case of university pals who’d relocated to Dubai. Having them drive up and/or fly in to see me, was incredibly amazing.
Jouj, i still don’t believe you came through on your “just say when”! I’m touched! I had a blast, hope you all did too!
Can’t begin to tell you how nice it is to be back in this polluted city behind the driving wheel of my car needling in and out of traffic Cairo’s got soul!
I can die a happy woman!
I had promised friends in Cairo live footage a massive amount of photos and potentially recordings of parts of the play in attempt to share the experience.
To all of those I am extremely sorry, security measures were insane and we were stripped of all potentially sound and imagry related articles.. and I mean EVERYTHING. They have made us check our gadgets at the door then subjected us to metal detectors and bag searches. Figures they would… couldn’t make up my mind whether I was upset I could not immortalize this experience, document it in film and print, record it for prosperity… on the other hand I understand how this could prove do be a distraction, an invasion of the intimacy of the performance itself (not to mention a threat to the privacy of ruling family which was there to attend.)
Forgive me; I’ve over looked giving you the facts.
Place: Sharjah University City Hall
Time: May 6th at 8:30 pm
Event: Fairouz’s rendition of Sa7 El Nawm
We’d made countless phone calls, made futile roundtrips to Sharjah and ended up paying courtesy of Master Card. Then on the day of the event I stood in queue an hour or so early to pick up my tickets from the box office at the gate.
We got in and seated with what must have been the largest group of Lebanese citizens I’ve ever seen in one location. Was nice hearing the pre-show hype. I sat there trying to memorize it all, so I could be accurate in my account. To tell you about the odd shaped theatre that had been stretched an odd way leaving you with excellent view but no leg room whatsoever. To describe to you the plush interior of gold, wood and blue Iranian designs in Moroccan style wood panels on the walls.
The musicians where no where to be seen, yet sure enough come 8:30 the famed Rahbani tunes filled the air. It had begun! There she stood her back to us holding her umbrella (Rihanna has completely branded that word for life); silent… still.. then she breaks into songs and the crowd rise to their feet in appreciation as the clapping goes on for minutes almost making the play impossible to complete, yet she sings through it all… loud … clear… majestically.
The play itself is a classic musical with all the elements that define Lebanon: politics, music, dabkeh, humor and phenomenal singing. I loved the simplicity of the story and the moral of the tail. I soared with Fairouz as she hit notes I can’t believe she can still muster and just lost myself to the music of the Ra7abna with every chord. I got sucked into the tale and enthusiastically clapped and tapped my feet with every dabka.
When the curtain hit the stage, I was disappointed it was over. More so that I couldn’t share that experience with all of you. You know what the funny thing is, the story of the play still holds true. For all who know what I’m talking about “Sa7 El Nawm”.
Not Dead!
Just in the city without a soul for a month with ridiculously expensive internet in the hotel and an insane work schedule fitting only of a city as industrious as Dubai!
Hope life has been treating you all well!
Karma is gonna get you!
Me and the Sushi Grand Master had made plans to go out for sushi at this new place in Mohandseen (ZO, really nice, you guys ought to try it), but when she made it to her office in the morning and I got her on msn she was FUMING. Apparently the day before she had noticed that her cellphone charger is missing from the car, she had not thought much of it, she asked their garage attendant and he told her she’d probably forgotten it at home. Having looked all over her house that evening, she was pretty sure it had been stolen from her car. So on the morning of our planned sushi night she storms into their parking lot and starts fighting with the attendants on how they leave the vehicles open with the key in them, an invitation to thieves to take the car or at least ransack it.
Typical of all individuals at fault, they take her storm as an indication that she’s personally accusing them of stealing it, and rather than show remorse for negligence they started getting angry and ganging up on her. In despair she goes back up, logs on and tells me about all this. She is too worked up to do anything. To her the day is completely ruined, charger stolen, morning fight, no justice on earth.
We decide to call the outing off and cast a curse upon the thief, may the charger blow up in his face, may it short circuit, may he not get a chance to enjoy it
Two hours later, we are back on. She plays it out for the entire day refusing to tell me what happened and leaving me in suspense. When we meet up and after we’ve ordered she tells me the following unbelievable tale. Karma does really get you!
Apparently the person who stole the charger is her boss’s driver. He is oblivious of the fact that this is her car. It turns out the charger is designed for the newer Nokia models and is not compatible with his phone. He goes to the secretariat of the senior he drives around and tries to sell her the charger claiming he’d bought it from Abdelazziz to discover it’s not compatible. My SGM had already had the far sight to mail all co-workers warning them about the theft. Hence when the secretary was approached she put two and two together.
They then started an elaborate plan to bring him to confess, brining in corporate security, head of garage attendants and the boss himself. A series of interrogations with anyone who might have seen anything and finally actually just giving the charger to my SGM. The guy freaked out at that point and started back tracking on his story, claiming he’d bought it off one of the security guards and that it was originally the SGM’
So basically boys and girls, crime doesn’t pay, and Karma is gonna get you
أخيراً زست
To the non-Arabic speakers, the post title is the catch phrase from a famed soap advertisement campaign that plagued our youth and is still one of the most memorable amongst our generation.
It has come to be the ultimate expression to indicate the arriving of a greatly anticipated event.
Naguib Mahfouz opening line of “The Thief and the Dogs” is running through my head
مرة أخرى يتنفس نسمة الحرية
I’m done! I mean really done!
I’ve just returned from the last final in a 2 year, 16 course MBA!
My comprehensive exam is in a month, but today, for all practical purposes I’m really really done!
3o2bal kol elsam3een!!!
Your Grace
Honesty is overrated.
I promise to go see a surgeon about severing that link between my brain and my tongue that does not pass by the centers responsible for social finesse and emotional intelligence. Or perhaps reroute it.
This luncheon went sour and much as I try I can not stress how apologetic I am. This from a person who hates being wrong… who hates being sorry. Yet on this particular count I’m both!
I’m haunted by that sentence, and by it’s affect on you. I meant not to indicate that given a choice that day I would drop you without thinking in her favor. That must have been completely inconsiderate to hear. I assure you, it’s not the meaning I was going for, not even an idea I would entertain nor consider.
I fear stressing the following without seeming to be sucking up to you, yet feel obligated to do so since it would seem I don’t do it enough:
I think you are amazing! I don’t make friends hap-hazardly! I’ve wanted to meet/talk to/ be friends with from minute one! I love the air with which you carry yourself and the sweetness and personality that you exude. I’ve had a blast knowing you and would love to continue to know you. Your friendship means the world to me.
Having said the previous, I have issues (you know that by now) amongst which is an unsubstantiated fear of standing to gain by being friends with my friends. Hence I can’t help but be extra self-conscious around you. In retrospect, it is unavoidable, if not in a million other different ways, I stand to gain the pleasure of your company.
I apologize if my insecurities caused you distress.
I didn’t mean to imply that who he his defined who you are. You are an amazing enough person in your own right. A princess begad!
One last time before I go… I’m extremely, truly, honestly SORRY!
7 Up Trick
Can you figure out how this works???
1) Go to the link below. After reading each window, click on Fido in the lower right corner of the picture.
2) In the last window type in your answer in the white box using the keyboard (there is NO cursor).
3) Watch the paper in Fido’s hand. You will be amazed.. I’m actually scraping my jaw off the pavement.
http://digicc.com/fido/
Will let you know once I figure out how it’s done!
Tagged by Greyscale
The Rules :
- Post 10 random things about yourself
- Choose 5 people to tag and a reason you chose each person
- Leave them each a comment directing them to your blog so they know they are it
- You can’t tag the person who tagged you (you’ll have to make new friends)
- As a courtesy to the person who tagged you, please let them know when you have posted so they can have the sheer delight and extra work load of reading your answers)
Hmm, lets see.
1) Me and my best friends always have accidents/injuries/thefts on the same day! So basically if I’ve had a rotten day, I know by default I better check in on the two of them!
2) I always wake up at 7 am! Come rain or shine, weekend or workday! Travel buddies hate that about me! Damned biological clock.
3) My Ipod 25 most played playlist has songs from 5 different genres and what I consider at least 3 eras!
4) I can’t work/study/focus without there being something to distract me in the background, music, tv, a match or any background noise of any type.
5) I hate asking people for help. It takes a lot for me to actually admit I need any!
6) If I stand to gain by knowing you, I make it a point not to be friends. To me the two aspects are mutually exclusive!
7) I’d rather e-mail or text than call! But I prefer a face to face encounter to all the above.
I’m a depressive person to read for, because I put all the negative energy of my real life into it, a detox process so to speak!
9) I’m currently suffering from a sprained ankle due to having fell down a flight of stairs in the dark! Damn electricity company!
10) I love gadgets!
Tagging:
Guapa - new to the blogging world
Traveller Within - been a while since I heard from him
D-vine - see above
Sou - just for fun!
Done tagging 
“For you a thousand times over!”
Went to see the wide screen interpretation of one of my favorite novels of all time. I stick by my view that movies seldom live up to the brilliance of the books on which they are based. That is not to say that I didn’t cry, for tears did I shed at all the emotionally touching parts of the flick.
The casting was brilliant, using actual Afghan boys for the lead roles added an incredible level of authenticity to the movie. The entire first half of the movie is in Afghan too, I’m not sure if I’m pro or against. On one hand I understand his strive to achieve authenticity and do the novel justice. On the other hand, I felt having to read subtitles distanced me from the action on the screen.
I loved the soundtrack and wardrobe and locations during the entire movie with one sole exception. I found it corny despite being warned by Hola. In the scene where he goes to pray in the masjid they play Sami Youssef! I mean come on! Please! It’s becoming sickeningly cliche!
The ending and beginning are every bit as amazing as I expected and more. You really do want to pick up that kid, hug him and shelter him from the cruel world. Apologize on it’s behalf for having wronged him so bad (I’m quoting a friend).
A must see!
“If America taught me anything, it’s that quitting is right up there with pissing in the Girl Scouts’ lemonade jar.”
Bedazzled
Was watching the movie re-run on the tele the other day and noticed the bits at the beginning and at the end where there are tags floating above people’s heads.
Started wondering what the tag line floating above my head would be. If your life was reduced to two/three words; what would they be?
