Asylum Archives, Music

So You Think You Can Tell Heaven from Hell

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The other day I was practicing Pink Floyd‘s Song Wish You Where Here on my guitar, and in a sudden I started thinking about the first line, well can I really tell heaven from hell, I don’t really know, what is heaven to me, for some time I thought if I could just live alone in this world, doing whatever I like, this would be heaven. After a while of living alone in a house with no one around me, I just couldn’t stand it, my mind just went off, until lately, you can barley find me home, I’m trying to spend my time anywhere but home, trying to reach every human touch around, that was really Hell for me, perhaps these days I’m going to have a room mate, I’m still afraid of it, but what the hell, I’m going to give it a try.
And like this a lot of things I find in my life.
So what do you think, can you really tell heaven from hell? Lets hear what you have to say.

This is the Lyrics of the song if you want :p

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Culture, Movies

The Message

I usually hate TV, or perhaps don’t like to watch TV, but concerning that we are having a Holiday, there is no one in town, no computer available all the time (and the connection is more than slow, I can barely post), and ofcourse nothing to do, the only thing I can do is to watch TV.
Almost every channel on TV broadcasted this movie in those days, I just can’t remember the times I’ve seen it, I remember that I liked it the first 273 times, but it’s really becomming boring that you just can’t find a channel who is not broadcasting it.
I just Hate Holidays … :@.

Asylum Archives, Memoirs

Love, Music & me

This is not a stupid article or something, will I guess this is not an article at all, It’s just something I’m thinking about.
Well how do I start? Ya, In my entire life I fell in love for 2 times, which were (if I could say) an impossible relation, for me every perfect girl (something like soul mate, but I don’t believe in soul mates) has to be an older girl, who has something makes it impossible for us to have a happy ending.
My first was with a girl who was 3 months older (not a big deal), but we were form different planets, like that I’m from Pluto, and she’s from Mercury, which should have end up (and it did) in a very little time, my second (My soul mate) we had everything in common, but she was 3 years older, and we couldn’t get over it so it didn’t last, and there was almost a 3rd, which I cut my mind off cause it (as i think) an impossible one, i guess shes older, and also have another religion (this thing just get my nerves off, the religion thing, that says no happy ending).

What I was getting to say is that all of this happened while music was in my way, I remember every time I fell to love I listened to too much Jazz(as usual), and also to Julia Botros, Bryan Adams, Bonjovi (which I refer to them as my old friends).

What I was thinking about yesterday, is why do I love Jazz that much, well of course because I love there music, the way the notes come, the freedom it gives, but after a deep thought there was something else more important, it is because it gives me something I really need, I usually don’t have, and if i have it, it gives me a lot more, it gives me love, Jazz so full of love, I feel jazz like a delicious wine, when you put a little in your mouth, you just want it to remain there cause it tastes so good you don’t want it to go to your stomach, but you also want all of your veins full of, so you swallow it, and take another, and that’s love.

I feel that music hasn’t left something of your life that didn’t get into it, but when it comes to love Jazz is the Master, I remember when my first relationship was ended I heard a track called After the Rain, It was the first time I hear that track and really feel it, I just couldn’t stop crying, and like that a lot.

For me now I’m alone, desperate, but I have Jazz with me.

Thanks for reaching here

Asylum Archives, My Life

Getting Sick

I really hate to get sick, but what I hate more than that is to take medicine or see a doctor, I really prefer to remain sick than that, so I never took a sick leave cause I never had a proof that I’ve been sick, which were my annual leaves come in handy, I really wish I could get rid of that habit. 🙂

Ala'a Wisdom, Asylum Archives, Quotes

A definition for War

The word war had always had a definition for me, I just want to say it here.
War is when two people (usually soldiers) try to kill each other, not because they disgrace each other, or even hate each other, but because of other two people (usually leaders) setting on fancy chairs, having fancy dinners, living a fancy life have a misunderstanding between them.
I Just hope that all the people who fights in these wars really understood this definition.

Asylum Archives, My Life

The Open Window

Yesterday, I was so sick that I even couldn’t get out of my bed, I remember that the weather was so cold, I also remember that every time I woke up; I see this window that is slightly opened; and every time, I just want to go and close it, I really want that because the weather was so cold, and I felt that it (in some way) is responsible about me feeling that. In the end I just think (imagine) that I got off my bed and closed that stupid window. And when I wake up again, I see that the stupid window is still open; the first thing I think about is didn’t I close that window.

In the end when I physically closed that window, I realized at that moment that the only thing I badly wanted all day is to close that window, and I also realized that if someone wanted something so much, he would imagine that his wish came true, but it’s only a matter of time until he wakes up.