Saturday, October 29, 2005

So I Have Met Raul Gonzalez

Before 3 nights I had the pleasure of meeting and talking with this famous football player from Spain. For you who does not know him, he is the golden boy of Real Madrid, Raul Gonzalez. So where did we meet and what did we talk about?
Well last Wednesday Real Madrid played against Depertivo La Coruna and were defeated 3-1 :D
And since I am not much of a fan of the Royal Team, I was happy :D
I entered mirc and I chatted with some people who support Real Madrid and I made fun of their team in a logic way I must add ;) I think that night we had talked too much! Then it was my time to sleep and I said bye and covered myself well and I started to dream! I dreamed that I was in a room in my house where we used to play table tennis and even football and there were some board games on the shelves and a lettter. I read that letter and I was surprised to know that it was a letter from Raul Gonzalez announcing his retirement from football ** I think he is retiring because his team is losing all the time and has no chance to win any trophy any time soon :P ** and it contained some information about him! What surprised me more in that letter is that it contained a list of books he is said he read! I didn't recognize any book but their titles looked like they are important books :P

Well anyway, then I woke up and decided that I should post something about this dream! It is not like everyday I get to dream about someone famous :P

Friday, October 28, 2005

The Fantastic Seven

I had been tagged by Allured (which is totally not expected :P) and Najah and here is what I came up with!

Seven things I plan to do:
1- Sleep after a while
2- Read Angels and Demons

3- Get married :P
4- Transfer to other location at work
5- Publish a book of poems
6- Retire from writing poetry after publishing the book :P
7- Retire from work before I reach 60 :D

Seven things I can do:
1- Listen to what people say
2- Search for things online
3- Program the satellite receivers without reading the manuals
4- Write poetry (I think) :P
5- Sleep for like 2 and half hours, go to work for 8 hours and return and watch football on TV for the rest of the day :P

6- Eat too much
7- Get an A+ in accounting and finance

Seven things I can’t do:
1- Drive long distances
2- Sleep early
3- Go out while the European champions league matches are being played :P

4- Not to get online daily
5- Be mean (Though I am sure some people will like to disagree :P)
6- Watch Egyptian TV shows
7- Start a long conversation with a total stranger on a bus or a plane

Seven things I say most often:
1- Aha
2- Ok
3- Hala
4- El ta3baaan
5- Shoot
6- Zain
7- 7ayyak Allah

Seven ppl I want to pass this tag to:
1- No
2- One
3- That

4- I
5- Can
6- Think
7- Of

Monday, October 24, 2005

Nostalgic: Saving Nickels, Saving Dimes

Since I don’t have much to talk about considering my not so interesting life currently and I don’t have a new poem to post, I have decided once again to take a journey down the memory lane and talk a little about my childhood memories. :D

So this is the 3rd episode of my Nostalgic series (
Nostalgic & Nostalgic: Up On The Roof) and since the Eid is coming soon (Kel 3am wo ento eb khair) and I remembered the money I used to get but no more since they stopped giving me anything long time ago! Now I have turned to a giver and the kids wait for me to give them their 3eediyas :D
I remember that time and having no wallet, I and my business partner (my younger brother) used to share everything including money and gifts and anything that can be shared. We used to use those empty biscuit and ice cream boxes and store our money and things there. In our small room, that we also shared, we used to have small cabinets and we use to put the boxes in them. Later we became over suspicious, maybe because we used to read too much of those adventures for Ta5ta5 and his friends (el mo`3ameroon el 5amsa) so we decided to hide our stuff somewhere that nobody can find them whether it was our older sister, cousins or even our parents. We thought of digging a hole and putting the stuff there, but we realized it was not treasury so we had this brilliant idea of hiding them in the ceiling! Having that type of decoration which you can lift up the pieces and put stuff there where no one can see them. I even thought that I can hide illegal things there and cops won’t find them no matter what :P

Then we grew up a little and moved to a bigger room and a bigger bed while my brother got a smaller bed, we fancied the small lockers that have keys and a combination lock. We bought a blue one and we kept all our savings there and until now I have it in my room, but unfortunately empty, except for some coins :P

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Paper, Pen, Rhymes and Dreams

Hello, here is one of those crazy poems that I am writing recently! So soon I think I will start seeing those things happen to me and I will start hallucinating :P

Paper, Pen, Rhymes and Dreams

My plain paper talks to me
And tells me the secrets of poetry
While my pen dances freely on it
My fingers soon will submit
To the music of the written words
To the letters flying around like birds
Until I get lost between the rhymes
Of love, hope and desperate times

I let my thoughts swim in the yellow pages
Of some ancient books and tales from the past
While my memories are imprisoned in rusty cages
For as long as this pain is set to last
But I have found a refuge in my dreams
Surrounded by sunshine and moonlight beams
Where reality is nothing like the way it seems

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

I and the Poet

*cough cough *Cleans up the dust from the blog :P

Hello all! It's been so long since I have posted anything here! The blog got dusty. No worries though, I got it all cleaned up and I put some "bukhoor" also for you my dear visitors ;)

I came to you with this new poem. I have finished it sometime ago and I just added a stanza today so I hope you like it. It is kinda a complimentary poem "qaseedat mad7" for myself lool :P

I and the Poet

In my self-chosen isolation
I live a life of my own choice
Surrounded by my own shadows
And hearing my own voice

Lost in this harsh reality
And was found in one of my own
I get my thoughts to my company
Feeling lonely and long to be alone

I write stories on the wall
That only dreamers can read
And I draw paintings of fantasies
All imaginations, will exceed

I create a different world
Of so many beautiful things
And fly around the blue sky
With my poetic wings

I plant flowers between the lines
And my ink waters the trees
And my poems they have a scent
When you read you feel the breeze

Monday, October 03, 2005


These are my first tries with the type of peotry called "Haiku". I am not that well familiar with it so you will have to excuse me if I didn't do well ^-^

Waves of the sea
Wrestle the warm winds
Sadness washed away

Naked trees
And beds of snow
But hearts are warm

Her cold breath
Warm on my face
Like scent of a rose