Friday 3/9/2010
For the first time, in a very long time, if not ever, I decided to “live the moment”. And for a while I have never experienced such ecstasy before… every day was not only a new day, but composed of individual hours all beautiful in their own ways. The morning hours are beautiful in the cool morning sun, the smell of freshly washed linen hanging to dry; taking out the garbage to clean
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I sometimes feel very sorry for the ad agencies. With the current plethora of absolutely stupid, nonsensical and I-will-castrate-myself-if-I-watch-this ads, I dunno if it’s the fault of clients or agencies, or TV channels that air them or all three combined. In any case, some do slip through and become awesome, and in particular ones made by our lovely friends in Egypt. It seems that low-budget and viral ads are doing a
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Often we take on roads we never trekked before and are afraid to move forward… because we are expected to walk on the familiar. Often, we do things with one intention… but the fruit of our labour is something unexpected… often pleasant. A drink to wash fears away ends up in a conversation, the beginning of something fabulous. Or a long forgotten prayer finally answered when you least expect it. When something is taken
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For those who know me I have been going through some rough mental patches when it comes to faith, but I am not one who likes to openly discuss these issues, even though I may voice a concern or two sporadically. This is because (A) for me religion/faith/etc is a pact between heart, mind, soul, and God, and talking about the contents of the pact with other people does not
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Why am I the victim of my love? I had envisioned you a beautiful white dove. Crimson blood drenched in your feathers of snow While you fed off my pain. Why, I did not know. Moons ago you looked my eyes and said “An army of emotions to me you have led”. What did you mean then? Were they lies from the start? You threw me off-guard; I had not seen this poison dart. But alas, I took
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A continuation of parts one and two. That was the point where my thoughts began to collide, when the hot flames of passion clashed with the frozen reality. I did not want to experience what I had no power over; I wanted to be bathed with the tenderness of an illusion, even if it were temporary. What has become of me? What madness of a miracle would bind the two of us
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Continuation from the first part. I stared at the paper with pity. I pitied myself for being so fragile and weak. I wished I were like the others. Life would have had a different flavor and the wind would have carried a different scent. But at that moment,my soul was in that letter. I grew weary, lifeless in beauty like a gargoyle amidst the lilac sea. But God would not create a
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I woke up at a beautiful piano note, undoubtedly played by a woman. The notes were gentle, and carried a semblance that only women could possibly possess. The sun had already been hung in the cloudless skies, but other than the piano notes, there were no signs of life. Even the air did not seem to breathe. There was no one in the room; the door remained ajar as it were
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Newspapers, especially online newspapers, have it tough these days. Over the past few years I’ve witnessed many online news sources degrade in quality of the news, writing skills, and alleged neutrality of articles. But like @mkdubai pointed out in his post here more often than not we fall into the traps of Journalism 101. Today’s headlines explored the Bikini Incident. The summary of it is that a British woman had an
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I remember in 97 when I was in NYC, often I was asked if I would like to have tap water or bottled water. Even when watching shows, I see people filling in water from the tap, and often wondered why the hell would someone do that. Then again when I was in Saudi I knew exactly where our water came from – we used to fill an underground well in
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This is where nothing is taken too seriously - except the serious stuff. Our jobs suck, our lives suck, our parents suck, our kids suck, our relationships suck and even our pets ditched us. So why bicker if we can just make fun of things? Have a laugh, enjoy the ride - tomorrow is another day.