Steeplechase from Atlas to Deals


























Could this be the end of traditional animation, the fantasy world that captured my mind in my childhood years till now?
I remember when I saw the majestic split of the Red Sea in The Prince of Egypt and decided then to study the art of animation......so I went to a famous studio here in Egypt and took a course in drawing and computer generated motion style…it was a hard and a time-consuming process…and you can imagine yourself working in the center of Cairo and having so many cartoon episodes to draw to be showen in the national television in Ramadan…of course as a result the characters will talk and walk like mentally retarded handicapped people.
The youth I was working with were not passionate about their work.
This film had this magical effect on me.
It changed my point of view in a devastating period of my life when I was totally depressed and confused, the time when I wanted to quit everything in life…family, friends, college, blogging …everything.
This is the master scene in the film…the wake up call that shook my head.
At this moment I decided to continue my miserable life…to have a new start…and a new philosophy.
I wish I had had a chance to see Little Miss Sunshine before I chose the wrong path of the life I am stuck in right now.
Dwayne and Frank are chatting at the end of an old wooden bridge and looking at the open sea.
The atmosphere is foggy and the current is very strong.
The sea breeze is flicking Frank's hair. The wind is sculpting Dwayne's thin body shape with his black and white Nietzsche t-shirt.Dwayne:
Sometimes I just wish
I could go to sleep till I was 18...
and skip all this crap... high school
and everything... just skip it.
Frank:
You know Marcel Proust?
Dwayne:
He's the guy you teach.
Frank:
Yeah.
French writer.
Total loser.
Never had a real job.
Unrequited love affairs. Gay.
Spent 20 years writing a book
almost no one reads.
But he's also probably
the greatest writer since Shakespeare.
Anyway, he, uh...
he gets down to the end of his life...
and he looks back and decides
that all those years he suffered...
Those were the best years of his life,
'cause they made him who he was.
All the years he was happy??? You know,
total waste. Didn't learn a thing.
So, if you sleep until you're 18...
ah, think of the suffering
you're gonna miss.
I mean, high school? High school...
Those are your prime suffering years.
You don't get better suffering
than that.
Dwayne turns his back to the sea, changing his forward-leaning posture to an upright standing position and says:
You know what?
Fuck beauty contests.
Life is one fucking
beauty contest after another.
You know, school,
then college, then work?
Fuck that.
And fuck the Air Force Academy.
If I wanna fly,
I'll find a way to fly.
You do what you love,
and fuck the rest.
The sea birds sounds are floating on rolling waves.
Frank says:
I'm glad you're talkin' again, Dwayne.
You're not nearly as stupid as you look.
Wanna go back?
Dwayne smiles:
Not really.
Dwayne looks back to the infinite sea and says:
Yeah, we should go back.
I am sure everyone will like this film.
This little indie won 2007 Oscar for original screenplay…no doubt this is the real comedy…and not Saad's next summer blockbuster KarKar.
Life is like a yellow van with a broken clutch and a faulty horn that will not stop honking ;-)
كل اللف ده و ما فيش كولدير واحد فى المكان ده
تعالوا نقعد هنا شويه
حاتى شويه لب من المعاكى...لأ لب اسود
يا حلوتك يا ام سيد... الدنيا هينا تراوه اوياوياوي
لو سمحت حضرتك طالب حاجه
لأ الف شكر يا باشا
هوه حضرتك المينيموم شارج هنا خمسه و تلتين جنيه
للفرد
الف شكر يا باشا
حاتى شويه لب كمان
يا ابو سيد... الراجل واقف جنبنا ليه و بيبصلنا
انا حستأذن حضرتك انك تتفضل بالعيله فى اى حته تانيه
انا عمال اكلمك باحترام و شكلك كده مش نازلنى من الزور
دايما كده بتلبخى فى الكلام يا وليه... لو كنتى سكتى بس
يا راجل مش كده احلى ... نستربع كده على البلاط الفشتفى
من فضلك فين الحمام
ياله يا وليه روحى شربى البت فى الحمام
يا سلام على الحلو اللى ماشى ده...قمر...قمر ماشى و بيتمختر... طب خد بالك لحسن تقع
بابا بابا...هوه العربيات دى عرفت تطلع لفوق كده ازاى
و الله يابنى مش عارف
تعاله نروح نشوف السيما فيها ايه
اده... كل ديييى افلام ... لو سمحتى التذكره بكام...كام... لأ متشكرين
يا بابا عاوز اشوف
مافيش شوف
يااااهوووو... بت جامده... اوووف... اده... بولدوزر... أااه... سيد...ماتبعتش... تعاله هنا...مممم... الله على جماله... يا حلوه انتى يا سكره... اده اده... هوه ده واد و الا بت
سيد...تعاله نروح نجيب امك من الحمام
فوزيه... بت يا فوزيه... انت فين يا فوزيه... يالاهوى... البت تاهت... يا ابو سيد يا ابو سيد... مش لاقيه البت... دخلت اتسير و طلعت ما لقتهاش
مش قولتلك تاخدى بالك منها كويس...يخرب بيت اللى خلفوكى
ااااه يانى... يا غلبى يانى... بتى ضاعت... يا مدام الله ينوبك ثواب ماشوفتيش بت ماشيه من هنا...طب ماتبصليش كده من تحت لفوق... جتيك داهيه تاخديك
بينج بانج بونج...بونج بانج بينج... عثر على فتاه صغيره اسمها فوزيه و هى تبحث عن اهلها... يرجو التوجه الى الباب الرئيسى لاستلامها و شكرا
فى هذه اللحظه صرخت ام سيد بصوت هز الدور الثانى كله من سيتى ستارز : فوزيه... فوزيه... يا ضنى امك يا فوزيه
و هنا حمل ابو سيد ابنه سيد و امسك بيد زوجته و ابتسامه الامل ترسم بخط عريض فى وجهه الاسمر ليبدأوا معا فى العدو نحو باب الخروج من هذا الحلم الجميل
Do you think you are living in the present time?
You are already dead. You lived your life. You have done what you wanted to do.
This life you are living right now is called the bubble life. It is the part of replaying the video tape of your actual life.
Bubble life creates an effect of fake reality.
In other words you do feel that you are in the present time while you are actually in the past.
You leave your house in the morning heading to your office and thinking what you are going to eat with your family in the evening...you do not know that you have done that already because you do not have any evidence that you have done that before.
Do you know why...because your memory has been erased only for your comfort!Do not tell me that history is not history.
Yes this is true. And the future is not history too.Now is not a point in time and space.
The lives of dinosaurs, Pharaohs, Romans, World War II, 9.11 , war in Iraq and all what is going to happen in the future is already there.
Could this mean that you had the opportunity to choose what to do and what not to do but now you have this inside feeling telling you that you have no control on your life?
Maybe this is the reason, you could never believe that you are not in the present, and that you already have killed/are going to kill someone accidentally with your car and ran/are going to run away...and you have been/are going to be punished...because you are already dead aka alive.
The act of yawning you do from time to time is not more than a countdown of the final days of your fake solipsism existence.
When you go to shower and see this soap bubble and you blow inside it what happens...it increases in size.
So when you bring this big soap bubble closer to another small bubble what happens...does it increase in size or do they both merge into each other?
What happens when this bubble bursts?
Could your life be just like that?
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You will see.
كريم راح سبورتس موول علشان يستعد للجيم ، راح اشتراله جوانتيين ، و شويه دامبلز و عوقله ، بس مش عارف يبتدى بأيه
كل ما يروح الجيم يلاقيهم مشغلين موسيقى ترانس مزعجه ما بيعرفش يركز بيها فى اللعب ، بس هوه مكسوف يروح يقوللهم يوقفوها من بعد اللى حصله اخر مره لما وقفها و جاله واحد حيطه بصله بصه مش و لا بد و قال له لو عاوز تشغل اغانى تامر حسنى بوسنى بتاعتك دى ابقه روح شغالها بعيد عند بيت امك يا له ، و من يوميها كريم ساكت على الوضع ده
كريم مش فاهم همه ليه ماليين الجيم كله مرايات ، ليه لازم لما الواحد يلعب يبص على جسمه ، من حلاوته يعنى ، كريم ما بيحبش يبص على نفسه و هوه بيلعب ، اصله بيكتئب و نفسه بتتسد لما يلاقى جسمه لسه بايظ خالص و جسم اللى حواليه قوى و مش ممكن ، كريم فضل يتفرج على الناس و هيه بتلعب ، كل واحد ماسك الدمبلز و بيبص على نفسه فى المرايا ، كل واحد ملامح وشه بتتغير تماما ، ملامح بتعطى انطباع بالقوه و العزيمه و الطموح ، ملامح شرسه ، و يقول يا سلام على عضلاتى اللى طلعت ، و بعد لما يخلص لعب يقف وقفه من زاويه جانبيه و يبص على نفسه من على الجنب ، و بعدين من الضهر ، و بعدين من قدام ، و بعدين يلم صحابه حواليه و يقلع التى شيرت و يتمنظروا ادام بعض، ده فى ناس بتلبس حملات مخصوص علشان تبين للى حواليها انها متأكده ان جسمها ممتاز
كريم بقاله اهوه اسبوعين بيلعب جيم و ما فيش اى فايده ، بيلعب بطن ليل نهار و الكرش لسه فى مكانه بيسلم عليه و بيبوظ لبره كمان ، و لا فى عضلايه طلعت ، و لا جسمه قسم و لا حاجه ، و اكتر حاجه بتدايقه لما واحد يجيله من ورا و يقول له يا حبيبى انت بتلعب غلط ، ايه اللعب ده ، العب كده ، و كده ، فقرر فى الاخر يبلبع امينو ، علشان يلحق الصيف ده
مره و كريم بيلعب فى الجيم و منهمك فى اللعب على ماكنه التراى ، لقى صوت ناعم دلوعه بيقول له ممكن ادخل معاك ، كريم سمع ادخل معاك دى و بص كده لقى بنت حلوه زاى القمر واقفه قدامه و بتبصله ، قال لها ايوه طبعا اتفضلى ، كريم كان لسه فى مرحله الصدمه ، عمره ما كان يتخيل انه يشوف بنت و ايه ، بنت حلوه فى الجيم ، ساب الجيم و قعد يتفرج على البنت ، و هيه بتلعب و بتقول هىء هااااه هىء هىء ، طول ايامه فى الجيم بيسمع اصوات رجاله بتهىء هىء ، الوقتى بيسمع اصوات حريمى ، و هنا الفرق الشاسع ، البنت عجبته ، مش بس علشان حلوه ، علشان جريئه انها تنضم مع الرجاله فى المكان الخشن ده ، و ياريت اليوم ما عدى ، لما كانت البنت بتلعب على جهاز البتر فلاى ، وقف كريم ادامها و سألها نفس السؤال ، ممكن ادخل معاكى ، قالت له اتفضل و مشيت ، و ياريتها ما مشيت ، كان اخر يوم البت دى تظهر فى الجيم
ايه القرف ده ، عرق و عرق ثم عرق ، كريم مش مصدق انه بيشارك سوائل جسمه مع الناس ، عرق الناس لازق فى الكرسى يقوم يقعد هوه على الكرسى بعد ما قعد عليه ميت واحد قابليه اكيد واحد فيهم عنده جرب او فيروس سى ، كل ما يرجع من الجيم يستحمى ساعه يدعك فى قفاه لغايه لما يطلع كل عرق الناس اللى ما يعرفهمش اللى لزقوا فيه
و بعد لما بيلعب جيم جسمه كله بيبقى تعبان موووت و ما بيقدرش يذاكر و لا يفتح كتاب و بيروح على السرير طوالى ، طب ايه النظام دالوقتى
مره كريم راح الجيم و مالعبش ، راح يتفرج على الناس اللى سبقوه ، اللى عملوا جسم جامد و عضلات و شكلهم بقى كويس ، كريم اكتشف حاجه ، قال ليه احنا بنسمى اللى جسمه على شكل سبعه و مجسم ده هوه الجسم الحلو ، ليه مش الجسم التخين هوه اللى حلو ، او الجسم الرفيع ، دى يعنى حاجه الناس كلها اتفقت عليها من زمان ، و اكتشف ان لعب الجيم ده ممل جدا ، واحد يفضل يشيل حديد طول النهار و يموت فى نفسه و يهلك اللى جابوه علشان ايه ، ليه ، علشان البنات ، مش مهم البنات ، علشان جسمه يبقى حلو ، يبقى حلو ليه ، علشان يبقى عنده ثقه بنفسه اكتر ، كريم كان عنده ثقه بنفسه اكتر قبل ما يلعب جيم ، و الا علشان الناس تبص عليه و تقول ده شكله كويس ، طب حايستفيد إييه فى حياته ، قصدك الرياضه يعنى مفيده للجسم ، بس مش لازم حديد ، يلعب كوره احسن ، يلعب باسكت ، يلعب سباحه ، كويس ان الشباب بتوع اليومين دول بيهتموا بنفسهم اوى ، و بيشغلوا وقت فراغهم فى حاجه مفيده زى بناء العضلات بدل الحاجات اللى مش مفيده اللى احنا عارفينها
وكريم ساب الجيم ، و بطل الامينو ، و حضر نفسه للامتحانات ، و امتحان القانون بعد بكره ان شاء الله ، ادعوا لكريم، كريم مجنص
I am addicted to Grey's Anatomy.
This addiction was discovered from the first episode in season one and I do not know what will happen to me next.
To arrange my weekly time schedule to catch up with the episodes was a hard thing to do.
The reason for my addiction may lie in the way they show us the development of the characters.
In each episode we get to know something new about the cast, and we sort of learn something about life at the season's finale.
The songs introduced in the series are also very catchy, I first noticed that when they played " Into the fire" in Grey's Anatomy first episode.
Maybe I feel more connected to the show as I have experienced the same little things the interns face in the show, like the arrogance of the Chief resident, the competition between colleagues, the flirting games, and the unbearable stress in each surgical operation.
I am not a good person , or better to say I want to be a good person but I can't , I think I am bad but pretending to be good , there is so much hatred and evil inside me , I do not know where they come from
Ah yes…I do not want to edit this , I will just write what comes out of my umbilicus
You know what I feel shab?
I feel as if I am running in a vicious circle not knowing when or where it is going to end
Blogging has become a hard and painful process for me , I have a lot of things in my mind , a lot of things to write about , but I do not have the power or mood to do this , easily because I do not find a meaning to write them down …why am I blogging , what are the benefits of some people out there who read what I write , or even if someone left a comment , this is all talks , words , chat , whatever you want to describe , all shit
My friend miko used to say that with blogging you may change someone's opinion, or you may solve another one's problem, or learn/find something new about/inside yourself
Recently so many people have told me that I am going nuts , really , hey guys I am sorry I did not tell you before , I think I am beyond the borders of craziness , and in these last days I tried to find a cure for it , but I failed , I am destined to be insane , or…hmmm…
my mind is just overcrowded with lots and lots of things, I do not know what I am doing in this life, I do not know where to start from, can you imagine that, a young Egyptian man who is lost in nowhere, everything is too much, too many Egyptian people running in life to nowhere , too many problems that have to be solved , too many bad news everyday , this is too much for me , I want to have a rest from life, give me just 2 years to sleep and I will wake up after that to continue with what I was doing, or maybe start something else
ok, let me delete all what I have written above and start again
well…
I am bored, just bored from everything, even bored from breathing, walking, eating and talking , I am bored with what I am writing now , I am just repeating myself , again and again
As I have told you before …blogging was/is a sort of chat with myself, to clear up my mind, and to organize some thoughts squeezed in my brain cells, to filter my opinions that can't all be said in public, but I found out that I am still there at the same point where I have started, no improvement, no solution, so what is next?
People are the same, the magnificent condition in Egypt is the same, the atmosphere is the same, and I am the same person, just a fool person complaining and complaining, bla bla bla
…please fill in the space…
Do not think , do not try to analyze everything in your life , not every question has an answer , not every problem has a solution , just look in front of you , do not look behind you, you can not end your life , you must breathe and breathe until you die one day
I have mental problems, psychotic problems in particular, do I have to take medications to be fine…yes you have shab
I do have to be more active, more practical , more realistic; the blogging world is not the real world, if I really want to do something, I have to do it in real life , not by blogging…what is this you are writing now, this is nonsense
Pointless, meaningless, aimless…what do you want to do in life… I do not know
When I read the other blogsites/blogs/whatever they call it , I wonder what they are doing , I want to really know from other bloggers why they are blogging , I want to ask them what they feel when they are blogging , I see bloggers publishing their posts , writing about political or social problems , writing their thoughts or feelings about something , and then…and then…AND THEN…bravoooooooooo
I want to tell shab bravo…bravo that you wasted your time…bravo that you had the ability to anaesthetize yourself with this toy called blog…
I witnessed other blogs' suicides, some are fed up with blogging, and others have said it all or do not have anything more to say
...but I have
This blog is not me, I hate the word "I", I think it has been overused here!!!
... the endless conflict between "I/me hook" and the "society loop"
How can "I" talk about moral values and enlightenment if "I" do not have them at all, how should "I" be just happy because "I" should come out of my depression , why should "I" blog because "I" have a blog
"I" is/am crazy, and "I" have to confess, but isn’t it cool that "I" can feel the tiny changes that occur during the process of my mind's deterioration