Mouche Blue

Polychcromie

2006-04-06T00:55:00.000-07:00

I find it worth to be published....

Chère frère Blanc,
Quand je suis né j'étais Noir,
Quand j'ai grandi j'étais Noir,
Je suis malade, je suis Noir,
Tandisque toi, homme Blanc,
Quand tu es né tu es Rose,
Quand tu as grandi, tu étais Blanc,
Quand tu vas au soleil, tu es Rouge,
Quand tu as froid, tu es Bleu,
Quand tu as peur, tu es Vert,
Quand tu es malade, tu es Jaune.
Et après tout cela....
Tu oses m'appeller....
Homme de Couleur!

A walk in the woods

2006-03-10T04:33:00.000-08:00

My mind went blank...
I searched for the answer but all I could find is emptiness.
I was lost...
I opened the door and tried to run away from the "nothing" that was comquering my world...
I kept on walking...
I kept on falling...
I looked up to the sky asking for help.... I looked more.... alas...
I looked around and saw my self surrounded by trees in the middle of the woods.... in the middle of darkness.... a so deep darkness....
I was afraid...
I closed my eyes not knowing what to do while tears were washing my cold cheeks.
And then I felt it...
I looked up high and saw perfect snowflakes falling down....
Snowflakes that were so smooth , so calm, so gentel like a touch of an angel
I looked around again and witnessed a beautiful breathtaking whitness....
A very peaceful whitness showing me even a walk in the woods so beautiful can be...
Then... I realized there is always a way out for me!

Refuge...

2006-02-05T02:44:00.000-08:00

In my despair moments I searched for a refugee to sooth my shredded mind, mood and feelings.

I closed my eyes trying to disconnect to my cluttered entourage hoping to find a peaceful corner where I can seek some self contentment and serenity.

At first there was nothing but darkness. While after I started hearing giggles. I listened carefully and it appeared to be children laughers

A bit later, darkness scattered and voices became clearer…

And there I was, just a little girl playing in the garden.

I was in my village surrounded by my cousins…

We were baking in the old fashioned way and eating proudly what our small hands prepared and gathered from figs and grapes.

The trees were our little houses. That branch was the bedroom and this branch was our sitting room.

The leaves served us as plates to serve on.

And there was the walnut trees which we could never invade as they were tall and so short were our legs. However we tried to take benefit of their fruits by throwing stones on. Poor trees… they must have suffered a lot but revenged well as barely these stones were able to get us what we desired.

Our pets were stone with a whole which we recruited carefully and tied to a rope in order to drag them with us wherever we go. Many times these imaginary pets (mainly sheep) rebelled on us by hurting our ankles and causing them to bleed as we always stripped over them…

The Donkey was always on rotation among us, but my uncle’s donkey was so stubborn and lazy… he barely moves his legs although we used to kick him a lot.

The hens were not also that lucky as they were under a continuous surveillance. As soon as they laid the eggs we stole them and asked my aunt to cook them for us… damn, they were so delicious!

As for the cows, they used to raise their eyes to the sky, asking God’s mercy to spare them our little hands. We used to beg our aunt to let us milk with her the cows, but we squeezed and squeezed and milk never came out. We thought that only my aunt hands had the magic touch.

And the evenings, Wow… they were tremendous.

We used to sleep outside. 9 little floor mattresses all aside screaming for a bed time story. They were creepy but we loved them.

And when our head lay on the pillow, the last thing we used to see is a sky crowded with millions of stars watching us from above. Many times we tried to count them but never came to an end… Truly such skies don’t exist anymore.

Those were lovely days…. The best I knew…

I thought I was healed, but apparantely not...

2006-01-08T02:48:00.000-08:00

I thought I was healed but apparently not…
It’s very frustrating to discover how fragile we are…
We, who consider ourselves enjoying a very strong personality and up to any difficulty…
We, who thought we’re hard and can confront anything…,
But we get devastated when we see that we’re beaten by ourselves…

All what we have build for, turned down into ashes in a blink of an eye…
All what we considered as “given” turned to be hard to catch…
The path we believed to be smooth and easy to take appeared to be full of thorns
How hard it is to wake up someday and find out that we are not who we are or thought to be...
And to discover that this carcass we build around ourselves hide a very frail human being who we chose to forget…

I thought I was healed but apparently not…
We spend our life fighting and fighting back that our mind blurred and demolished all the basic needs our frail human being requires…
Our body fights fiercely to hide and restrain any sign of weakness…
Our eyes would struggle to veil the tears who want to come out…
Our head would resist the heavy and unbearable burden to keep its posture high…
Our throat would choke to death rather to infiltrate a cry of help…

I thought I was healed but apparently not…
How long is the path of self redemption…
How hard is the route of self reconciliation…
How cruel life it is…
Life… a beautiful word but once we turn our back, it shows its hideous face…
A face full of betrayal, treachery and disloyalty…

I thought I was healed but apparently not…
The cure is reachable but destroyable…
All we have to do is to trade our heart by a stone…
Not any stone… but with a dark hard black stone…
With Granite… a very beautiful stone but can resist all human factors…
Granite… a stone that can allow us to survive only up to our standards…

I thought I was healed but apparently not,
As my body rejected this stony heart.
Suffer… Suffer… Suffer… my heart is crying with every beat…
My heart is taking revenge for the dark years I obliged him to live…
And now, I gaze the earth searching for a new stone…
A new stone, hoping that would resist longer than the previous one,
Because…

I thought I was healed by apparently not…

Et Dieu créa la Femme...

2005-11-03T08:29:00.000-08:00

Et la nuit tomba
Enveloppant la terre,
Avec son rideau de mystère.

La lune était pleine,
Les étoiles scintillaient,
Et le vent avec ses grandes poches pleines,
Distribuait tous les délices des odeurs d’orients.

Tout appelait la merveille,
Qui s’éveilla à son tour,
Et créa un monde de miracles,
Un monde des milles merveilles

La music des petits habitants de la nuit
Appelaient à la danse.
Une étoile filante a son tour,
Apparairent, invitant les souhaits….

Tour était beau…
Une ambiance de plaisance gouvernait.
Tout était beau…
Mais l’Homme resta insatisfait.

Il marcha leurrant,
Dans ce petit coin de Paradis…
La tête souciant,
Ne savant qu’est ce qu’il dit…

Et Dieu créa la femme.
L’homme sourit.
Il se sent comblé,
Il est complet…

IF...

2005-11-02T10:25:00.000-08:00

If Adam & Eve were Chinese we would be still in Heaven because they would ignored the Apple and eaten the Snack...

Memories...

2005-11-02T07:04:00.000-08:00

Memories…
who said that memories are the most beautiful thing in the world?

It’s true that happy moments are things we like to keep alive…

We all have or knew happy moments/ memories that we like to go back and take as refugee from time to time in deep sorrows or lonesome time…

Yet unfortunately, memories hurt sometimes, and it’s not necessary the bad or unpleasant ones but also good memories can have bad impact on us too…

Sometimes it’s hard and painful to remember joyful moments especially when knowing that they are lost forever…

Sometimes we wish we never lived such moments… We may believe that we have forgotten them… and we convince ourselves about this that it becomes so true…

You may believe that they are already way behind but they are like Pandora’s Box; once open you can never close it again…unless after some considerable time…

Memories… as much as they are pleasant, as much as they are heartbreaking…

A summer night...

2005-10-23T06:53:00.000-07:00

You could hear…
The river shy giggles'…
The tree leaves whispers'…
And the soft breeze spreading the news…

The stars gathered up high in the sky, gazing down to earth…
The moon smiled and had that dreamy look on his face, while his eyes spotting the embraced couple…

The crickets shushed that night and were all ears to the magic song He was whispering in Her ear…
“… my love… stay with me, my love…”
Her blood boiled in her veins and her tongue was eager to cry a desperate YES… but she couldn’t…

A dance under moonlight...
Eye witnessed by the night... by the nature... and night ceatures…

A dance to remember… in a summer night...

Addicted to LEBANON...

2005-10-22T05:41:00.000-07:00

It is said: “far from the eye, far from the heart”… but it didn’t work with me… why? Because I’m very addicted to my beloved country LEBANON…
Everyday I’m more convinced that LEBANON is the best country ever… you may say that I’m a dreamer and not realistic at all.
But still… LEBANON is the best country ever…
I don’t want to repeat the same cliché we used to hear or read concerning LEBANON beauty, culture or even traditions and events…
But I would like to expose simple things that made the difference and distinguished LEBANON from all over the world.
Yes, yes… despite everything, LEBANON is still by far the best country ever and hereon the proofs.

1) THE CHAOS
Don’t laugh… take this example about breaking the rules… in LEBANON breaking the rules is the rule è in all countries, road signs and traffic lights are the “red line” that should not be crossed ever… except in LEBANON where traffic lights are perceived as an “event” that sometimes we like to be part of it and in other times don’t know that it even exists…

2) THE APPEARANCE
Have you ever realized how much LEBANON is manipulated by appearance??? Modern… Up-to-date… Stylish…
No way to see a typical Lebanese in a neglecting look… it’s very rare… believe me… it’s great to see and have good appearance… You will know what I’m talking about once you step out of Lebanon…

3) THE LANGUAGE
Well, it's very unique as it is a combination of Arabic, French and English… amazing how in one sentence 3 languages are involved such as: “hi, kifik? ça va bien?” or “Bonjour, chou fi ma fi? Kil chi OK?”… I bet that in the future a new language is to be dwelled in the world: Lebanese language… I believe the UN will consider it as their formal language…

4) GOSSIPING / CURIOSITY
In LEBANON, no secret is preserved… isn’t that interesting? There is always suspense… YAP… Lebanese knows everything… Why? Because they are too curious to miss anything such as the dress the neighbor was wearing in the wedding: where from? At what price? Etc…

5) POLITICS
Better not to call it something else… yet believe me it is a phenomena in LEBANON… and very unique… We have ghosts… Halloween is on all over the year… let’s party…

6) CANDLES
Don’t you agree that spending the evening over candles lights is the most romantic thing ever?
All Lebanese must be thankful to their government as they are doing their best to provide this benefit…

7) CURRENCY
To be honest, I don’t know anymore what’s the Lebanese currency is anymore… almost all Lebanese wallets are like wall street. They contain US Dollars, Euro, Lebanese lira… and among others the Australian Dollar or any other Arabic currency of the Gulf area…
Lebanese must be genius to know how to handle with all these currencies at the same time… don’t you think so;-)

Although all the above are flaws to the majority but believe me, you don’t know what you have until you miss it…
Yes, I miss all these drawbacks…
I miss crossing the red lights as it made me feel like accomplishing something…
I miss electricity shortage as it made me look outside and up to the sky and see the divine beauty…
I miss the “sobhieh” - drinking coffee with the neighbors and hearing the last update of the neighborhood…
I miss…
I miss…
I miss…

You may say I’m crazy but I adore my LEBANON in all its imperfections, problems and complexity…
…And I still believe that when God created the world he signed his name in LEBANON…

My friend...

2005-10-19T23:08:00.000-07:00

My friend
Every day… every morning… with every sunrise… I THANK my GOD for having people around me whom I can call “my friend”.

To “my friend” I say THANKS but still it is a weak and poor word to express my love and gratitude.
I know you are “my friend” because you accept me and love me for who I am
You accept me and love me despite all my drawbacks & attitudes…
You accept me and love me despite all my problems & foolishness…

To all whom I call “my friend”, I promise…
…To always love you and accept you for who you are
…To listen more to you
…To share your feelings
…To never let you down
…To do all what it requires to keep our friendship

Everyday, every hour I discover how great you are… and I can’t tolerate loosing you

I remember our days together and a smile come to my face
I remember the stupid things we did together and my heart laughs
I remember how much we argued but the circle never broke down

My friend…
I can not thank my GOD enough for having you in my life
You helped me to be what I am today
You gave me words of advice when I was in need
You were honest with me and never veiled the truth
You gave me your trust unconditionally
You always looked for the best in me
You always did what was the best for me

My friend…
I can never exchange you for the whole world because you are the whole world to me… you are my family…
We are apart today but always together in mind, heart and soul…
I miss you everyday, every hour, every minute and second of my life…

To all whom I call "my friend" I say I LOVE YOU
Even if we don’t say too much, never forget that I LOVE YOU :)

Deceptions

2005-09-12T06:32:00.000-07:00

Everyday we know and face deceptions yet they differ according to the situations or even expectations.

I believe that all types of deceptions fade and get zipped, facing deceptions caused by the “man”.

It hurts to see how mankind is evolving and being lost in a word where humanity is getting ruled by egocentricity.

In simple words, the biggest deception at all is loosing faith in “man”.
You may say Hope still exists and Light needs only to be endorsed.
Yet, for each 10 people trying to lighten the path, 1000 people are invading this path, destroying with their feet each pebble paved with love and care…

I feel sorry for coming generations as they will never witness TRUST.
I envy the previous generations as they witnessed FAITH IN THE HUMANKIND.

I look today and see people thirsty to fulfill certain needs and desires:
Needs and desires that drive to madness…
Needs and desires that make them no different than beasts…
Needs and desires that destroy humanity and deprive “man” from any sense of morality

I look more and I see…
I see a mother who’s not worthy to be called so…
I see a friend who’s called so only because his benefits require so…
I see a family frozen in a picture and a frame and ignore the implication related to “family”…

I look… and I look… and I look…
With every sight deceptions grow.
With every glance deception sparkle.

And I ask:
Where are we heading?
On whom the sun would rise tomorrow?
In what world would be living?

Decisions...

2005-07-10T21:01:00.000-07:00

Taking decisions...
When you think about it, you say: what a big deal!
Everyday we take decisions and everyday we live by them. Yet, decisions are not all the same...

As I think more about it, I realize how decisions are linked and connected to many factors such as principles and values besides other things...
But the hardest decision that one takes or makes is when it's related to oneself life...

The question is:
How many decisions we should take?
How many decisions we're obliged to follow?
How many decisions we take and regret?
How many decisions we regret for not taking?
Decisions... decisions... and more decisions...

But the hardest question we keep asking is:
Was it the right decision???

Only time can answer...

AMOUR:Le mode d'emploi par des enfants...

2005-07-08T05:10:00.000-07:00

Enquête effectuée par des psychologues auprès d'enfants de six à huit ans.

C'EST QUOI L'AMOUR POUR TOI?
-"Quand ma grand-mère a eu de l'arthrite et qu'elle ne pouvait plus metter de vernis sur ses ongles d'orteils, mon grand-père le faisait pour elle, même après quand il avait aussi de l'arthrite dans les mains. Ca c'est l'amour" (Rebecca, 8 ans)

-"Quand quelqu'un nous aime, la manière de dire notre nom est differente. On sait que notre nom est en sécurité dans sa bouche" (Alain, 4 ans)

-"L'amour c'est quand la fille se met du parfum et le garçon se met de la lotion à barbe et qu'ils sortent ensemble pour se sentir" (Martin, 5 ans)

-"L'amour c'est quand vous sortez manger et que vous donner à quelqu'un beaucoup de vos frites sans demander que l'autre vous donne les siennes" (Jean, 6 ans)

-"L'amour c'est quand quelqu'un vous fait du mal et que vous êtes très faché mais vous ne criez pas pour ne pas le faire pleurer" (Suzanne, 5 ans)

-"L'amour c'est ce qui nous fait sourire même quand on est fatigué" (Timothée, 4 ans)

-"L'amour c'est quand maman fait du café pour papa et qu'elle y goute avant de le donner à papa, pour s'assurer que ça goute bon" (Dany, 5 ans)

-"L'amour c'est ce qui est la maison à Noel quand on arrête d'ouvrir les cadeaux et qu'on écoute" (NB: génial!!!) (Bob, 5 ans)

-"Si vous voulez essayer d'aimer, il faut commencer par un ami que vous détestez" (Mika, 6 ans)

-"L'amour c'est quand une vieille femme et un vieil homme sont encore amis, même quand ils se connaissent bien" (Tom, 6ans)

-"Durant mon récital de piano, j'étais sur l'estrade et j'avais peur. J'ai vu tout ce monde qui me regardait et j'ai vu mon papa qui souriait et me faisait signe de la main. Il était le seul à faire cela et je n'ai plus eu peur" (Claire, 8 ans)

-"L'amour c'est quand maman donne à papa le meilleur morceau de poulet" (Hélène, 5 ans)

-"L'amour c'est quand mon chien me lèche le visage, même quand je l'ai laissé seul toute la journée" (Marie-Anne, 4 ans)

-"On ne doit pas dire 'je t'aime' si cela n'est pas vrai. Mais si cela est vrai, on doit le dire beaucoup. les gens oublient" (Jessica, 8 ans)

QUEL EST LE BON AGE POUR SE MARIER?
-"84 ans, parce qu'à cet âge, vous n'avez plus à travailler et vous pouvez passer tout votre temps à vous aimer dans la chambre à coucher" (Judy, 8 ans)

-"Une fois sorti de la maternelle, je me trouverai une épouse" (Tom, 5 ans)

QUE FONT LES AMOUREUX PENDANT UN REND-VOUS?
-"Au premier rendez-vous, ils se disent juste des mensonges l'un à l'autre, et cela suffit généralement à les intéresser assez pour aller au second rendez-vous" (Mike, 10 ans)

A QUEL MOMENT PEUT-ON EMBRASSER?
-"On ne doit jamais embrasser une fille avant d'avoir assez d'argent pour lui acheter une grosse bague et un magnétoscope parce qu'elle voudra voir le film du mariage" (Jim, 10 ans)

-"Il faut ne jamais embrasser devant d'autres personnes. Mais, s'il n'y a personne, J'aimerais bien essayer avec un très beau garçon, mais pas plus de quelques heures" (Kelly, 9 ans)

LE GRAND DEBAT: EST-CE MIEUX D'ETRE MARIER OU CELIBATAIRE?
-"C'est mieux pour les filles d'être célibataire mais pas pour les garçons. Les garçons ont besoin de quelqu'un pour nettoyer et faire le lit" (Lynette, 9 ans)

-"Cela me donne mal à la tête rien que d'y penser. je suis juste un enfant. Je n'ai pas besoin de ce genre de problèmes" (Kenny, 7 ans)

POURQUOI 2 PERSONNES TOMBENT-ELLES AMOUREUSES?
-"Personne ne connait vraiment les raisons. J'ai entendu dire que cela a quelque chose à voir avec l'odeur, C'est pourquoi les parfums et les déodorants sont si populaires" (Jan, 9 ans)

-"Ca a quelque chose à voir avec être transpercé avec une flèche, mais après, c'est beaucoup moins douloureux" (Harlen, 8 ans)

QUE RESSENT-ON LORSQUE L'ON TOMBE AMOUREUX?
-"C'est comme une avalanche lorsque vous avez à courir pour sauver votre peau" (Roger, 9 ans)

-"Si tomber amoureux c'est comme apprendre à lire, ça ne m'interesse pas. Cela prend trop de temps" (Léo, 7 ans)

SUR L'IMPORTANCE DU PHYSIQUE EN AMOUR:
-"Si vous voulez être aimé par quelqu'un qui n'est pas de votre famille, cela ne fait pas de mal d'être très beau" (Jeanne, 8 ans)

-"L'apparence ce n'est pas tout. Regardez-moi, je suis très beau et je n'ai personne avec qui me marier" (Gary, 7 ans)

-"La beauté ne dure pas longtemps, mais la richesse, oui" (Christine, 9 ans)

POURQUOI LES AMOUREUX SE TIENNENT-ILS LA MAIN?
-"C'est pour être certains que leurs bagues ne tombent pas, parce que les bagues coutent très cher" (Dave, 8 ans)

Family

2005-07-06T05:51:00.000-07:00

A bunch of ants were working together...
They were working so hard building their own home when suddenly a child kick destroyed everything. Sand and dust were all over the place and ants were buried under sand...
Yet, few minutes later, ants started coming out and run all together from all over the place to start over again and build everything from the beginning…

And why is that? Because they all belonged to one hive... they were all one family…

Someday, sometime we feel that relatives are such a burden…. But when wind blows, it’s good to know you’re not standing alone facing the storm…

If all people could be antlike!

Full Flavor

2005-07-01T23:12:00.000-07:00

Someone asked me lately what "Full Flavor" means to you, and my answer is the following:

...When watching an horror movie, make sure to experience fear and not the thrill
...When eating spicy food, make sure to be really fiery and not itchy
...When expressing your feelings, make sure to express your deep ones and not the shallow ones
...When loving someone, show real love and not careness
...When hating someone, be honest with yourself, don't lie and say: I can stand this guy
...When having fun, make sure you enjoy and not getting entertained
...When crying, don't be shy and hide your tears
...When laughing, make sure that the world hears your giggles
...When you're happy, let others know that you're happy as it is contagious
...When having an ffair, make sure to give it all your efforts, careness and sacrifices... make sure to consider it as the first one and not to compare it wih previous one(s)
...When kissing someone, make sure to show how much it means to you... let be special and not an act of instincts

& what about you? I wonder...

Pillow ;)

2005-06-30T01:57:00.000-07:00

Have you ever realized how a pillow can be important in one's life?
You get so attached to your pillow that it becomes an essential part of your life.
You can't even stand to change it; even if so, it will take sometime to get used to the new one...

You might laugh... but think about it!
You can't sleep without it...
It always welcomes you and never complains how much you slap it or smash it in order to comfort your heavy head...
It always listens to your inner thoughts and never judges them...
It Shares with you, your most intimate feelings...
Haven't you ever hug it when you're in cheer???
Haven't you ever wet it when you're in tear???

My pillow... it's a very simple word, yet, very effective!
Just imagine your life how would it be without your pillow.

It's really amazing and shocking when you wake up someday and find out how the most silly things can impact your life...

If a pillow has such effectiveness on our life, how would be the case then with human beings....

Just think about it!

Maybe God

2005-06-25T01:17:00.000-07:00

Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.

The best kind of friends is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you'e ever had.

It's true that we don't know what we've go until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love back!
Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours.

It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone , and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.

Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright
Find the one that makes your heart smile.

There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!

Dream what you want to dream; Go where you want to go.
Be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.

Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too.

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best, most of everything that comes along their way.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life untill you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

As someone said:" When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying."

SOMETIMES!!!

2005-06-22T08:32:00.000-07:00

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become.

You never know who the people may be (possibly your roommate, neighbor, professor, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger), but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck.
Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul.

Without these small tests, whatever they maybe, life would be like a smooth paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless.

The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience help to create who you are and who you become. Even the bad experiences can be learned from.
In fact , they are probably the most poignant and important ones.

If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes to things. Make every day count

Appreciate every moment and take from those moments everything that you possibly can for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people that you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high.

Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, it will be hard for others to believe in you. You can make of your life anything you wish.

Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets. Most importantly, if you love someone tell them, for you never know what tommorrow may have in store. And learn a lesson in life each day you live.

LONELINESS!

2005-06-14T08:06:00.000-07:00

Have you ever been alone and never felt lonely?
Have you ever been in a crowed and felt loneliness killing you?

Loneliness... a strange feeling!!!

Why do we get lonely???
Why we feel lonely???

A friend said to me: it's a matter of understanding!!!
If it is the case, I assume the world would wake up some day and say: I feel lonely...
It seems we are all marching on the same path... a path that we'll lead us to loneliness...

But I think we are all lonely in some way or in another... Understanding is becoming just a word that we read but not living it...

RAM....

2005-06-13T08:49:00.000-07:00

Bon...
Je l'ai promis que j'écrirais qqchose sur lui.... mais d'où commencer???
Il fait parti de la famille; c'est un cousin du seconde degré, mais pour moi, il est bien plus que ça!

Quand j'étais toute petite il faisait un long trajet rien que pour nous faire plaisir - ma soeur et moi.
On L'adorait... et lui de même, j'en suis sûre!
Il nous apportait des cassettes vidéo adéquates pour enfants... Il nous cajolait... Il faisait tant de merveilleuse chose que je n'oublierais jamais...

Pour moi, il faisait la pluie et le beau temps....

Peu de temps après, il s'est disparu pour quelques années... mais moi je ne l'ai jamais oublié...
Les beaux souvenirs, on oublie jamais...

Comme il s'est disparut, il s'est apparut... mais il n'a pas changé... il était le même Ram que j'adorai!!!

A une certaine période j'étais amoureuse de lui... C'était L'adolescence....
Je suis sûre qu'il sera choqué quand il lira ça... je ne lui l'ai jamais dit...
Ram, si tu lis ce que j'ai écris le dessus, j'aimerais bien savoir qu'elle était ta réaction...

Aujourd'hui j'ai 30 ans... et je l'aime aussi...
Mais mon amour pour lui est celle d'une cousine qui adore son cousin...
C'est l'amour d'une soeur qui n'a jamais connu l'amour d'un frère...

Ram, tu seras toujours mon frère préféré...

De toute ma vie je n'ai jamais rencontré une personne tel que lui...
Il donne sans jamais demander quoi que se soit en rencontre...
Il aime sans limite...
Il est fidèle à l'infini...
Il n'oublie jamais ses bien aimés

Ram, à mon tour je te promets de ne jamais t'oublier...

Je t'aime beaucoup!

Nice story

2005-06-10T22:52:00.000-07:00

2 days a go I was watching a movie... this is not the story, but in the movie they mentioned a nice story that I belive that it is worth to mention:

"In a far land there was a farmer who had a very beautiful garden. everyday he took care of this garden and made sure that animals stays away in fear of destroying his garden... This garden was the center of his life...

However, this farmer had a disease that he couldn't find a cure for it. this disease is called LONLINESS...
He thought that his garden will help him to get ride of this disease, so he spent more time working in his garden and taking care of it, but he still felt lonely...

One morning, he woke up and decided to let all the animals come to him... he went out stood in the garden and opened his arms waiting the animals to come to him.... but no one came....

The animals were afraid... they were afraid of the new farmer's scarecraw...
All he has to do is to lay down his arms..."

I belive the same applies on all of us...
A small action can make a difference!

2005-06-09T06:16:00.000-07:00

In the fever of the Lebanse elections and the demands of Lahoud resignition, I came across this picture... It's really funny!!!

Mouche Blue

2005-06-09T04:30:00.000-07:00

As my first post i wanted to talk a little bit of myself...
I don't know how to start... and what are the right things to say...
But this is how I see myself:

I'm just a lebanese girl....
My friends consider me as nice person and a good friend.
However There are lots of things that I don't like in me such as Stubborness and Spontanity.
And I'm very blunt too...

Lately a friend tried to help me smooth my temper... but I stopped hearing about him since quite sometime... I think he gave up...

I love books... I'm additcted on readings...

I love my family very much... I miss them a lot...
Nowadays I'm working abroad...
Believe me...
There is no good place to live in like Lebanon...