NOV 26 Yet Another Day

November 26th, 2017

So, It’s been over a year since I wrote anything. To be perfectly honest, It has been a long and hard year. One year older… Hopefully wiser, but the idea that A year has passed and that everything went downhill so quickly is sometimes astonishing.
Starting with Thanks giving of last year. It was a year where I honestly thought I had everything going for me. I had lost 200 pounds. I got amazing new headshots…. I was on a quest to get a side job that would bring me and someone I loved closer… ok not closer, but we’d be able to see each other easier. I would actually have a steady job that can pay the rent and allow me to do the usual.
Well… It didn’t.
For the first time in a long time I felt my world had started to crumble. Everything I had worked for, was coming unravelled, and I really can’t blame anyone but myself. It started when every company I had interviewed with basically told me in a ery nice way I was overqualified for the position or as is here in America just never returned the call. Then of course it was harder and harder to find acting jobs because I have not been here for ages and people tend to forget in this industry. I did do a couple of projects, but you know… as is with Hollywood … Life happens. and people run out of money, and focuses move on to something else.

That let to a lot of me doing nothing. And eating a lot. And let’s be honest, the lifestyle in Los Angeles is very Anti-Bike riding, unless you are on the beach. So what is a man in his early 40s to do? Well… Gain weight, unless you pay for a gym membership, and even that seems to be so hard to get to, and do. It may seem like an excuse, and it is. In hindsight one can always see that. In the moment. When you are all alone. And your best friend is 8000 miles away. It’s just sad.

Sometimes a person gets caught up in the little things… but who am I kidding? We always get caught up in the little insignificant things. Including someone like me who I think is very sane. But nope… I am Stubborn. Plain and simple. And my stubbornness to dream is sometimes my downfall. I think Once again I forgot what I was gonna write down. But I feel as I do. I realize something. I like to talk about it. Not for anything more than to hear me say it out loud and realize what I need to do next. Give some time to reflect. And this last year was a crap year… Then it got good. But Thanksgiving was here again… And I am not going to make the same mistake I made last year.

I am not gonna let this city get me down. I realize I need to start focusing on the most important thing. ME!

The Other Side of the Dream

November 6th, 2016

I am not sure how to do this. Something happened to me on Thursday that I did not expect. Let me start with what I expected. Actually let me start with what had happened. You know what… Let me start with who I am. It will eventually all make sense.

I go by the name of Meesh. Why? Because many people can’t pronounce my real name (Or the way you’re supposed to pronounce it) I am an actor. Well, it’s what I have been striving to do for over 10 odd years. It isn’t what I always have done. You see, I come from a Middle Eastern background. A liberal one, but pretty strict. And here is where the complications start. I’ve been living in the US, and Japan since 1991-ish. So I consider myself western thinking, with a conservative background. As such I think anyone living in America who comes from an immigrant family will understand what I mean.

So, my family basically had an idea where my life was supposed to go. And I tried hard to follow that path. Which I did, for the majority of my adult life. Graduated University, got a very cushy job in IT with an international corporation. Eventually married my college sweetheart, and moved to Japan, got my Masters Degree from a very prominent and respected University, everything was Hunky Dori (Which is a Japanese phrase by the way). Until life happened, and I realized life was slowly taking it’s toll on my body and mind. So much so I was constantly hospitalized. I was reaching about 400 pounds. Yeah, sure I had money, and everything, heck I had a lot of everything. But when you lay in a bed unable to walk, or loosing your eyesight, going blind, and loosing the basic functions of living a “normal” life… You ask yourself. What am I doing? And where did my life take it’s turn so badly that I found myself here?

Let us flash forward to today. Actually this last thursday. I attended the Saudi Film Days festival where I was lucky enough to see my fellow Saudi’s accomplish what I have been trying to do for well over 10 years, Make movies, and show that Saudi Arabia is not what the world thinks it is. Just like how America is not all about Hamburgers, The Kardashians, or multimillionaires who like to fire people on TV. It has very talented people, who are artistic creative, and have something to say.

Enter Wasati وسطي. A film by Ali Alkalthami A story where one of the characters will be going blind, and uses his last days able to see, to see the world around him in Saudi that he took for granted, to read and use what he had for the time he had left. That hit me in the gut, why? Because I related. I started to tear, because I then remembered one of my first official acting classes in Los Angeles telling me, relating to your audience is one of the most powerful moments achievable. Take them there. Let them feel what you are feeling. Holy Hummus! This film did it, and in a way that made me fall in love with the idea again that this is the industry I chose to follow thru in. Not the industry my family wanted me to do. Not the industry my peers want me to do. And not the industry my education dictates me to do.

I was finally doing what I wanted to do, but in the last 10 odd years I lost my way. Found myself, and veered off track again. I start doing what people in the “Industry” are telling me to do. I started focusing on what other “Actors” breaking in business where doing to try and do what I am trying to do. And I forgot the advice I gave to cousins and dear friends. Do it for you.

Enter “I can’t kiss myself” the film by Ali Alsumayin. Two days after the festival, I’m thinking of these films, and just last night I was at my favorite Cafe, and some patrons who went to the festival showed up and a big discussion started. This film was the last topic of conversation that was the icing on the cake for me. May not have a great story to it as it is just a scene with a message. To Hollywood standards its talking heads, or preachy. But the director admiringly said it at the Q&A. It’s about the content of the dialog. I equate it to a “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead” Scene. Where A man immersed in a world of fame and public attention meets another man who makes him question the nature of his fame, and what that actually means to him. Especially in a world of Likes, and followers, and what is your ranking on IMDB. Bam! relevant, and you forget that we probably all are in that boat. I certainly feel that way since moving to LA.

So there you have it. Bringing me to this post. This… Blog. It’s probably the first of many. Probably I will find that I have nothing more to say after two. Whatever it is, I’m going back to what I did in 2010. I’m going to talk about my days. And my Struggles of living my dream. I did the Let’s write a show thing, and I am questioning, why? I obviously know that I can do it. I did it. And realized, once again, that everyone is doing it. These films made me beg the question that I have thought about, and always avoided actually answering, because Hollywood does that to all of us. It forces us to ask what will sell, and you like doing it. It really has to be, what do you want to do, and don’t settle for what you can do. Do stuff that you know the people who care about you want to know about. I’m taking that approach.

We’ll see how it goes.

Red Carper SFD

Red Carper Saudi Film Days

Yours truly,