Archive for May 2010
If you haven’t watched this, then do.
Enjoy Bon Jovi perform “Superman Tonight” on American Idol 2010
If play, pause, stop, fast forward, rewind, record, delete, Ctrl+Z, F5 … were available in real life, here’s how I’ll use them:
play: well, I’ll never use it cause life is always on the play mode
stop: I’ll use it if I had to end something ASAP
fast forward: (this will be my favorite, cause I’m always in a hurry) I’ll use it when I’m eagerly waiting for something to happen (I really wish I had this option right now)
rewind: the primarily use of this option would be to relive a wonderful moment or experience
record: oh, we all need this. I’ll record my favorite moments to relive them, or to prove to someone that I’m right
delete and/or Ctrl+Z: I’ll use it extensively!!! :$ Well, yeah, I do make a lot of mistakes.
F5: if this was available I’ll give up on caffeine and hit myself with F5 every now and then
X (close): I’ll use it to shut down a barrier that stands in my way
Those will do for now.
At this very moment, I wish I was walking on this road
screaming, shouting, yelling, crying, laughing, talking, or just walking silently. No one around me to ask if I’m ok or not. And to spice up the journey, I would like to add to my wish: light rain.
This post is dedicated to share with you my opinion on some songs:
1 – “3abaly Habibi” by Elissa:
Let’s be clear first: Elissa I love you. I am one of your biggest fans. But I am definitely not a fan of the above mentioned song. It is really nice to have a song that translates a dream that almost all girls dream. It is normal that girls think about the day they get married to the one they love. And finally there’s a song that those girls can sing along with their dream. I love the meaning that that song carries, but I stongly dislike the lyrics used. The lyrics seem so naive to me. For example, the use of “ent” more than the usual (w jib menak ent teflak ent metlak ent) looks like they ran out of words so they exceeded in using it. Fares Iskandar you could have used metaphors and other figurative language to emphasis and elaborate the meaning. Again, this is only my opinion.
2 – “kan sadi2i” by Melhem Zein:
Melehm Zein, I am also a fan of yours. But I honestly hated “kan sadi2i”. It also has to do with the lyrics. “sar 3aduwe, w be2uwe” “w badik hanike bhayda” I hated the use of slang language. Compare it to the lyrics of “la tsheki fiye”, that’s an amazing song, romantic and classy.
Wasseem meets Omar at the gym “You won’t believe what I’m about to tell you. Do you remember what happened when I sold my phone number? I called the number and a nice girl answered. The girl whose voice I liked so much?”
“You met her?”
“Yes. No. Yes. I’m not sure if Reem is her”
“Reem? Your partner? Explain. I’m lost.”
“Yes, Reem my partner. I was writing her phone number on my cell phone and it happened to be my old number. I was in shock. Didn’t know what to ask her. It could be her. Or maybe the girl that answered me, sold the number and Reem bought it.”
“It could be the same girl, it could be two different girls. What’s with you and voices?”
“The girl you called, you fell in love with her voice. When your manager introduced Reem you liked her voice. Remember when you said : ‘She knocked on the door and said good morning, I had to turn to see if she’s good-looking as her voice is, and there in front of me was a lovely nice lady. Remember?”
“Reem really has a tender soft voice. Anyway what shall I do now?”
“My friend you need to grow up and stop thinking about such stupid little things. I know you won’t ask Reem since when she owns this number, or if she got any mysterious calls from a guy claiming to be the owner of it. It could be a coincidence, and it could be her. Just stop thinking about the matter. Enjoy your partnership and friendship with Reem. Enjoy your job. Leave it to time, and time will answer your questions.”
After few moments of silence, Wasseem answered “You’re right. I’m being childish thinking about silly stuff, ain’t I?”
“Yes, you are.”
Wasseem and Reem worked well as a team. Their partnership shifted to friendship, and then they fell in love. One day, at a restaurant, while waiting for a business man to have an interview with, they had a conversation, Reem said “Well first time I met you, I said ‘Please I don’t want another Wasseem’ “.
“Why? How many Wasseems do you know?”
“Let’s say all the Wasseems I know gave me wrong impressions about the name. My brother had a friend named Wasseem, who wasn’t a trustworthy person. My father’s cousin is named Wasseem, and I don’t like him, he thinks he’s funny but he’s not.”
“So I’m different from the other Wasseems?”
“Ofcourse you are. You made me love the name. But I haven’t finished the Wasseem list. Listen to this. The number I own now was for a guy named Wasseem. I kept receiving calls from his friends asking for him. Then one day he called and said that he wanted to make sure if he’s number is in safe hands. And the next day he called claiming to be working for a statistics company. I recognized his voice and asked him to stop calling. Back then I don’t know why, but I wished he’d call for the third time, but he didn’t. Strange story, right?”
Wasseem answered “It is. But I’m happy he didn’t call for the third time.”
At this moment they spotted their guest entering the restaurant. They welcomed him to the table. Reem turned on the recorder, they prepared their papers and started the interview.
When the interview was done, and the man left, they called Omar to meet them for lunch.
Omar came to the restaurant. They ordered lunch.
Reem said “Be right back boys. Must pay the lady’s room a visit.”
Wasseem found it the right time to tell his friend what happened.
Omar was shocked upon hearing that. “Look, Wasseem, hiding the truth is not a lie. No need to tell her that you’re the Wasseem who called her. But if you want to tell her, it’s up to you.”
When Reem came back to the table she sensed that the boys shared a secret at that moment, but she did not ask because she thought it has to do with Omar’s personal life. They had lunch and held normal conversations.
At night, Reem was reviewing the interview, she picked up the recorder from her bag and found it was still on. “It definitely needs a recharge now.” She listened to the interview and corrected her notes. But when the interview finished, “I think the recorder would tell me about that little secret between Wasseem and Omar.”
She left it on, and heard everything. She told her father “Dad, it’s Wasseem’s habit to call after 10 minutes to wish me a goodnight. When he calls, please answer the phone and say ‘Reem is so sick, she’s in bed, she thinks the food you had has made her sick’ ”
The phone rings, Reem’s father asnwers “Hi Wasseem”
“Hello, hope your good. Is Reem in bed? Wanted to wish her a goodnight.”
“Reem is sick, she’s in bed. She believes that the lunch you guys had made her sick.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Wasseem was at their doorstep in less than 15 minutes. Reem’s father opens the doors and Reem is sitting on the couch waiting for him. She has the recorder in her hands, and clicks on play the moment Wasseem steps in.
Wasseem wasn’t prepared for that. ‘I can explain.”
“I know you can. But I don’t want an explanation. I’m not even mad at what happened. I like our story. But I want you to promise me one thing: we keep no secrets from each other. No matter how silly or important it is. We should be honest at all times. We’re still in the beginning, let’s practice honesty.”
“I love you. I promise to tell all my secrets to you. Let’s practice honesty.”
Here’s a tiny list of poems that I cherish and love:
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
MADAM, withouten many words,
Once I am sure ye will or no:
And if ye will, then leave your bords,
And use your wit, and show it so.
And with a beck you shall me call,
And if of one that burneth alway
Ye have any pity at all,
Answer him fair with yea or nay.
If it be yea, I shall be fain;
If it be nay, friends as before;
Ye shall another man obtain,
And I mine own and yours no more.
HE long love that in my thought doth harbour,
And in mine heart doth keep his residence,
Into my face presseth with bold pretence,
And therein campeth, spreading his banner.
She that me learneth to love and suffer,
And wills that my trust and lust’s negligence
Be reined by reason, shame, and reverence,
With his hardiness taketh displeasure.
Wherewithal, unto the heart’s forest he fleeth,
Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry;
And there him hideth, and not appeareth.
What may I do when my master feareth
But in the field with him to live or die?
For good is the life, ending faithfully.
Graduated and with a full-time job, Wasseem is now back to life: back to social life, with a cell phone and a car.
His manager called him to his office and said, “Wasseem, in this file you will find the details of something very important. It is a project that I want you to cover: conferences, events, and parties. Take the rest of the day off. Go home or somewhere silent, and read it carefully. Tomorrow morning I’ll meet you in my office at 10.”
Wasseem couldn’t believe what he was reading. It’s what every journalist dreams of; it’s indeed a great oppurtunity. This project will reveal his capabilities and add the best experience to his career.
He met the manager and they went over the details together. The manager explained to him that the rewards of this project are enormous.
“Wasseem, one more thing, you need a partner to help you in this project.” He asks his secretary to send him Reem. “I choose your partner. She’s a female. Hope you like her.” (A knock on the door) “Please come in. Wasseem this is Reem. Reem this is Wasseem.”
“Nice to meet you”
Wasseem and Reem had to sit together to plan for their work. Their first work on the list was due in two days. They agreed that he’ll pick her up from her house. He drove to the address she told him about, but when he got there he was a bit lost and he didn’t have her mobile number to call her; he had one choice and it was to blow the car horn. He heard someone shout “Hey, keep silent”. Then out of nowhere came Reem.
“Sorry, I got lost. Where exactly is your house?”
She pointed to her house, “Don’t worry, it’s ok. And this guy is always busy keeping track of what’s going on in the neighbourhood and playing the role of the policeman.”
When he dropped her back to her house he asked her “May I have your mobile number please so I won’t get caught by the policeman?”
“Haha, sure. It’s 03-xyzzyx”
Wasseem couldn’t believe what he was saving on his cell phone, it’s his previously owned number. “Is she the one that I called, and she asked me not to call her again? Or did that lady sell it to Reem?”
“Reem calling Wasseem. Is something wrong? I asked you for your number so when you call I’ll know it’s you.”
“Oh sorry. Here’s my number.”
“Thank you. Are you sure you’re ok.”
“Yeah I am. Will see you tomorrow.”
See you next week!!!