My voice is deep and rich corline would say but when it comes to singing for my girlfriend I get coughy and squeaky :p still she loves me! I guess love is blind loool
I'm trying to learn this song which supposedly everyone knows it but me? Helloooooo I was born and bread in Dubai and I come from a pure arab family! Still I don't get why I blank out those stereotype of an arab guy?
Corline and keho, please check the link at the end.
The song lyrics:
Ahhhat min 6ool el 3anna 6awelatni o nafis min el farga O 7ali 9a5eefa
jaarat 3alaaai emn el fraag o ge9atni , *3azaat o lakan ma nwat belnkeefa
bhmooomha eli shift minha kwatnii , hathaa elthee 5alaaa 7ayati m5eeefa
baker yrawe3ni wana feh fatni wagool laait el *3iib yb5al b7aaaifah , 5aiil el sa3aadah belhwaa 5alifatni , 5alaft ma3ha
3eed galbi wreeefaa whaabat hboob belnya 3a6eshatni wkam *3aali galbi *9maa min wleefa , lait el lyali 3an *3arami nahatni wlabda zar3 el amal mink haiifa ,
walaaanha fe *3aiti 7ayaratni w5tar ana merba3 galbi w9eefah , 5len jyooshah belma7aba *3azatni wana aseer emn el 3yoon el 3afeefa , w*3la hjoosen 6ool el aya jatni , haak el hjoos eli tejeeeni eb 6aifah , welma*9yaat eb *3aibhaa man9fatni , wlmgblat tarjee 3adlha 5aleefaa , wtbaaa3 *9noonen belhawa ma shifatni w7seb 7mooli belma7abba 5afeefa , welyoum *9alemmat el ma7abbah 6watni , 6ayy el warag youm en6wab ah 5areefa washba7 ya seed el hmoom a3teratni wanna 3alay asbab 9adik keliiifa , washeeel 7atfi ra*9y foog matni , waroo7 nafsi min 7ayati mo3eefa , wagool lil beljfaa 3athebatni 3easa el shega men bynena beln9eefa , sherbt min fai*9 el shega washba3atni denya ma3a el a7zaan *9edei 7alifa
Mabroook Mum
The graduation ceremony took place in Dubai academic city. Its was cosy and very refined. I was giggling every time a lady wearing negab walked on the stage and stood next to shikeh hamdan bin rashid for a photograph! My mother looked so lovely when she walked, ladies were crazy cheering her I wanted too yell "I LOVE U MUM" but I was sitting with minsters and VIP so I just stood up next to my family clapping our hands like old people instead of yelling loud and proud for mother.
Her eyes filled with tears when she hugged my grandma. "You made me proud 3atashy, as always so proud" said my grandmother. Her friends were jumping and running to congratulate her. Her professors were surprised to how old my brothers and I for such a young mother. I didn't get a change to kiss her over all the crowed who were walling her :( anyhow I did at the end and I pushed a lady who was hogging her!
I'm so happy! Truly happy that this year is starting success and great achievement.
PS, my mum is in the middle between the negab ladies :p
Dover beach
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the aegaean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the aegaean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Complex that ex?
Why can't she be friends? Well naser that's a good question I've always wondered. Love is like coffee its either intense like an espresso or sweet and light like a latte. When its so intense it always leaves an affect, a sort of alert that opens your eyes to how wrong or ugly the other person is. When it comes to finding love always find an equal. Less will suck you out and more will break you down. Believe in facts rather then your heart.
The good thing about women they relay on their heart more then their heads! An advantage you could advance? Perhaps not!
I miss my chelsea bridge days where I'll be on the phone calling the complex ex about my day and how I utterly missed her. Sometimes I wish I never saw her and stayed living a day dream that been prolonged way passed expiration. Love of espresso that woke me up! I'm an artist yet I could never live and love a block of emotionless piece of art for the rest of your life!
Iife's mistakes chisel our souls. Be forward and fight for what you believe in.
The good thing about women they relay on their heart more then their heads! An advantage you could advance? Perhaps not!
I miss my chelsea bridge days where I'll be on the phone calling the complex ex about my day and how I utterly missed her. Sometimes I wish I never saw her and stayed living a day dream that been prolonged way passed expiration. Love of espresso that woke me up! I'm an artist yet I could never live and love a block of emotionless piece of art for the rest of your life!
Iife's mistakes chisel our souls. Be forward and fight for what you believe in.
Love in believe
I believe in true love! I believe in unity and balance. I believe that family is formed by loved ones and not by blood. I believe in the whispers of fish and my birthday wish. I believe in the frost of winter and sued gloves! I perceive love in my lady eve. Please get rid of naïve. I believe if you are going through hell, keep on going. Nothing in this life is worth making yourself ill except honesty. I believe in pain and although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it. I believe in change! Change of mind not the soul, so be the change you want to see in your world. I believe in braking rules and bathing nude. I recite your lips on a mountain top, drink your words as you might have put. I believe that the quality of your life is the quality of your relationships. I believe in feeling and looking great, health is the thing that makes you feel that now is the best time of the year and looks are simply dearly. I believe in space and what we create out of it. I believe in you Queen victoria and your love! I believe that kissing is healthy. I believe in alice and corline are not the same. I believe in goodness in bad. We can't control the wind, but we can control where it push us. I believe in Fatma, her heart and her anima.
Thank you arabian alice!
I bought a small tv with a built in VCR just to watch it. From the start of the movie I went all tears!!!!! My brother walked and saw me wet in my tears and asked me if I got dumped! MY STOMACHE ACHED FROM LAUGHTER I fell on the floor laughing! I told him its just tears of joy. I used to watch the DVD in london all the time and would fall asleep watching it and ever since I got back to dubai I've been sad and tonight was truly the first time I felt so inlove, so happy!! I love my lady because she's so simple, thoughtful and utterly arrogant!
I'm still waiting to watch the new movie of alice in 3D!!!! They're showing it in screen 22 :D
Picture of the tickets was taken from: http://faeloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/screen-22.html
The chosen one!
Home shopping with my princess
Finally! I got what you meant about meeting Meat at louther lane. Its like sleeping on bubble wrap holding your breath whenever you feel overloaded. "A simple remedy" you said. How I miss the old days when we run in the rain and laugh cos we took a little boy's candy. Many things remind me of you. The smell of wood, the strawberry we used to buy at Dover, the sound of train and most of all your constant nagging as if I haven't got enough it!! I miss you ever so much sweet lady. Just you know that even if our lives are drawn apart, our thoughts remain together tugging softly at the heart.
X
What is marketing?
1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" - That's Direct Marketing"
2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich. "Marry him." -That's Advertising"
3. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says:"You are very rich! "Can you marry ! Me?" - That's Brand Recognition"
4. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face. - "That's Customer Feedback"
5. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband. - "That's demand and supply gap"
6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say: "I'm rich, Marry me!" your wife arrives. - "That's restriction for entering new markets"
1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" - That's Direct Marketing"
2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich. "Marry him." -That's Advertising"
3. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says:"You are very rich! "Can you marry ! Me?" - That's Brand Recognition"
4. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face. - "That's Customer Feedback"
5. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband. - "That's demand and supply gap"
6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say: "I'm rich, Marry me!" your wife arrives. - "That's restriction for entering new markets"
Love you fatma lootah
Art Connection is hosting a combination of artists to showcase their latest work
"Message Forward"
You are cordially invited.
Exhibiting artists from UAE, Saudi Arabia and Italy.Venue: Art Connection Al Bastakiya, House 53Date: 15th - 30th March 2010Emarati Artists: Fatma Lootah Ali Alabdan Dana Almazrouie Maryam bin Selayem Moaza MatarWasel Safwan Zeinab AlHashemiSaudi Arabia Artists: Ahmad Hussain Nahar Marzooq Najla MohammedItalian Artists: Franco Gervasio Nicolas Khoury Pillino DonatiContact details:Art ConnectionTel: +971 4 3540304Fax: +971 4 3540305Website: www.artconnection.aeEmail: connect@artconnection.ae
Art Connection is hosting a combination of artists to showcase their latest work
"Message Forward"
You are cordially invited.
Exhibiting artists from UAE, Saudi Arabia and Italy.Venue: Art Connection Al Bastakiya, House 53Date: 15th - 30th March 2010Emarati Artists: Fatma Lootah Ali Alabdan Dana Almazrouie Maryam bin Selayem Moaza MatarWasel Safwan Zeinab AlHashemiSaudi Arabia Artists: Ahmad Hussain Nahar Marzooq Najla MohammedItalian Artists: Franco Gervasio Nicolas Khoury Pillino DonatiContact details:Art ConnectionTel: +971 4 3540304Fax: +971 4 3540305Website: www.artconnection.aeEmail: connect@artconnection.ae
See ya there x
Portrait of a GenerationA group show in response to a theme circulated by Tashkeel
Opening Reception 7pm Wednesday 10th of March
Exhibition from 10
th March to 29
th April
Exhibiting Artists
Abdulla Beljafla, Ali Murad, Ammar Al Attar, Amna Al Madani, Anas Bukhash
Areej Kaoud, Atul Panase, Bob Dahm, Carrie Brummer, Colleen Quigley
Ebrahim Mirmalek, Eduardo Yap, Emily Amorello, Evan Collisson
Faed Moufti, Hamdan Al Shamsi, Hassina Sakhri, Hind Bin Demaithan
Inka Resch, John Hollingsworth, Joshua Watts, Joud Alkorani
Julia Ibbini, Julia Townsend, Khawla Al Haway, Lantian Xie
Latifa Saeed, Lyn Raymer, Maisoon Al Saleh, Maitha bint Khalid
Maitha Demithan, Mariam Al Baidhaei, Martin von den Driesch
Mattar Bin Lahij, Michael Bosworth, Moaza Matar Abdulla
Mohammad Fikree, Mohammed Hindash, Nadia Abdeen
Nadia Sallustio, Neelmani Bhardwaj, Nisreen Abdul Karim Al Hassan
Nomita Morrison, Noor Hamidaddin, Noora AlMazroui, Rebecca Rendell
Reynaldo Tambong, Saeed Al Shamsi, Saeed Khalifa
Safwan Aslan. Saif Alzari, Salama Nasib, Sumayyah Al Suwaidi
Vivian Rojas Castaneda, Xavier De Caluwe, Zahra Pedram
Location: Intersection street 5 and 20 Nad Al Sheba 1 Dubai
Rang is a common issue most people suffer from. It could lead to extend damage if it wasn't dealt properly. I just wanted to point this issue to all and hope all live a healthy life.
How I MISS being a Sloaner :(
Anyways, that beautiful day + the sloaner nickname = sad abdulla :( why do remembering the good things we lost makes us sad instead of helping us to work better?
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