You be my “Egyptian” boy…

My boss sent me this, she’s the funniest ever no?

Lyrics for those who want them:

_{za number one saeedi sound
your boy Safwat about to get down
za hottest city in za world right now
my home, I call it Cairo town
bet zey give me a pound
put a g’neh in my hand right now
most of za women wear bed sheets
we jus stole zis song beat}

chorus
I like how u speak, u say zat and zere
and all that greasy gel in your hair
I really want to, eat tameya and fool
you’ll be my Egyptian boy, Egyptian boy

can we get away this weekend
take me to Nile bay
tea n sheesha and backgammon at any cafe
let’s go on the subway, take me to yo hood
Zamalek, Shobra, Giza, Heliopolis is good
Dress in all your fobby clothes
I love you to death, but you got the nastiest B.O.
tunes on yo cell phone, too much cologne
please be my Egyptian boy, Egyptian boy

chorus

Smoke sheesha on a felucca
American people call it hookah
unfortunately, ur stuck in traffic with me
there’s cars always broken, down down
it’s gonna clear up, now now
don’t pinch me, ow ow
I have a bruise, now now

I’m Egyptian, stella is what I’m drinking
a belly dancer, don’t be blinking
no pants ya, just a galabeya, hike it up a lil, maybe she be peekin

Egypt’s a sauna, water is what I wanna
Our Nile is my hydration
mother of civilization

there’s 81 million folk
and zat my friend is no funny joke
Anwar was president before
now Mubarak keeps Egyptians broke
all the cars are triple parked
paying off the cops is my favorite part
the donkeys carry that tra a a ash
live in a pyramid, no where near it
we don’t ride camels asses
that Egyptian status
There’s nothing like it
so cool, u can’t deny it

would u be my FOB my FOBx3
would u be myyyyyy x3
would u be my Egyptian Boy
Egyptian Boy

Translations:
Saeedi: An Egyptian from Upper Egypt
G’neh: Egyptian Pound(currency)
zat: that
zere: there
tameya: falafel
fool: fava beans
sheesha: hookah
FOB: name for foreigners (Fresh Off the Boat)
felucca: traditional wooden sailing boat used particularly along the Nile in Egypt.
Stella: Local Egyptian beer
galabeya: a tunic worn by Egyptian men and women

5 Comments » // August 13th, 2008 // Tagged & Archived in YouTube Videos

A Good Feeling

Fitting into a 36″ jeans perfectly, then buying on from DIESEL and another from D&G.

*back in 2004: I used to wear 44″.

14 Comments » // August 12th, 2008 // Tagged & Archived in Personal

Falling for the bad apples?

Based on being experienced in failure, I came with a conclusion that there are many parts of life and emotion that are part of the human condition, which can turn love into something very harmful.

Love makes you put another person’s welfare above your own. It is a motivator. A powerful one that can make you neglect yourself without ever realizing it.

It’s easy to think of examples where loving the wrong person can hurt you. If you love someone who is abusive you can be hurt physically. If you love someone who cheats on you it can hurt you emotionally. If you love someone who uses others you can be hurt financially. If you love someone with poor morals it can cause spiritual damage or weaken your morals.

I think I fall in the category of poor morals. I’ve been in love with people I can’t love, I remember a leftover of mine (sorry dear), she is now divorced with a child, I didn’t want to go that far, apparently she did and she’s such an angel… we’re only “friends” now.

Do I think I have poor morals? well, she is not perfect either, she fell for it.

Loving the right person can be harmful, too. You can find someone who is good, kind, moral, and perfectly your type. These may be some of the qualities that contribute to your falling in love in the first place. But if you are not right for each other in some very critical ways, even a good person can be the wrong person to love.

One of the greatest tragedies in life… or let’s say Drama I lived, is love that is not returned in kind. If you love another person but they do not feel the same for you, you may spend months or even years chasing after them. Your energy and potential are drained away from you, wasted on an ill-chosen focus. The person you love is worthy of attention and effort, but they don’t truly benefit from it in a meaningful way. And since they are good-hearted, your ardor on their behalf is actually a cause of discomfort to them. Instead I’m just good friends with this case (you know who you are…)

Some people keep saying this over and over again: “You will find love, or love will find you. Just hold out for the right, right person.”

Love is bullshit, I’ve decided to lock my heart for good, yes.. I’m just a greedy needy person now! do my needs and stop, don’t expect me to fall back. I’ve been hurt enough the past 3 years, so I don’t think anything would hurt me more… Call me a slut, a whore or whatever! I’m not ashamed, yes… beware, I might sleep with your girlfriend, your wife and trust me… I won’t feel bad!

Thanks for reading, I am enjoying my bathtub, candles and neither Amy Winehouse or Radiohead are helping…

9 Comments » // August 10th, 2008 // Tagged & Archived in Personal