Because this is magic too

Ever since I was a kid, I enjoyed magic and acrobatic shows. I don't know what it is with them, but they make me all happy and fluttery on the inside. As I grew older, I added another enjoyable show to the list: music. Specifically, Oud, Guitar and drums. These instruments give me goosebumps and they carry my soul up to new heights.

A few years ago, I went to a concert for Naseer Shamma, a Iraqi Oud player. His show was magnificent. It was fresh and intense. I went to another one of his shows tonight, and I was in for a treat. The way he hold the oud is mesmerizing, like he doesn't have to even think about where his hand should go and what chord his fingers should caress. Actually, after all his years of playing, that should be the case. However, it is the passion in him that pulls his experience and talent together and make them whole. When he speaks, he sounds shy and uncertain, yet when he plays he commands attention and respect. He was playing with an orchestra of different instruments: drums, piano, clarinet, sax, and guitar to name a few. The way the music came together, they way every note struck made sense next to the one struck from the other instrument... now that is magic. It was utter harmony and bliss.

Click here for his website

On sand and fog

I haven't been posting recently as I have been super busy. My sis and her kids are visiting (yaaaaay), and all my deadlines are coming up (boooooo!). I'm currently juggling family and uni and it is so tiring. The only thing that keeps me going is that knowledge that I'll be forever done with classes, and come August, my one year intensive Msc. will be over! Wooohoooooooo!!!!

The weather has been horrible lately. No sun, only sand and fog. This should now be known as the land of sand and fog. Other than all that, I'm alright. I just wish I had the power to slow down time, or alter it, just like that Japanese guy from Heroes could do.

This must be one of the most unconnected posts ever. I just can't think in full sentences and introductions anymore. My brain is fried, fried is my brain.#

So, Good morning world. Hello Coffee. Welcome, Screen glare. Lovely sounds, keyboard.
Do your magic.

On amazing talent

Yes, I am addicted to Adele, I know that. It has to be said though that she did a great job with this song that was originally Bob Dylan's.



Another one of my favourites is this song by Staind "Out on the outside", feat. Fred Durst:

On leap years

Today, we all get an extra day. An extra chance to change something, to do something or to say something. Today, all bets are off the table. Today, you go with your gut feeling and follow your instincts. Today is the day you break free and you step out of your comfort zone. Get out, do something brave, do something worthwhile and something selfless. Embrace the world for all it is today, for tomorrow, we go back to the mundane, to the normal. Today is a magical day, and we all need magic in our lives. Fear not, the Earth will still spin the same way it always has tomorrow, but for just for today, imagine if it spun differently. Oh, the possibilities!

Happy Leap Year everyone!

Those were the days...

I woke up with this song on my mind. It is beautiful, sad and true.

"Those were the days, my friend. We thought they'd never end."

All good things come to an end. Especially happy, carefree days...

On getting things

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I miss you

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Happy=Good; Angry= Bad

This never fails to make me smile when it is the last thing I feel like doing.

On nostalgia

It is weird. I am sitting here on my couch, all alone. It is very quiet as I don't have any music or the T.V on. The kitchen window is open and suddenly, in comes a lot of noise. People laughing, singing and whistling. For a second, I was transported back to my Montreal apartment. It was snowing outside and warm inside. My apartment was quiet as well, but I could hear the same sounds coming in from the outside. For a second, I felt a calm I haven't felt in years. For a second, I was back home, in my element, where I belong. For a second, I was there... but then again there, is always here with me.

It is weird.

On being anything

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