Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"

And he answered saying:

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another but make not a bond of love:

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

 

Gibran

My beautiful girl
Is sitting up there
Wondering why
“Mommy isn’t giving her much  attention”

 

Well Baby girl

you just got a baby sister Lina-May

she is as  beautiful as you are

as " hopeless adorable" as they said

about you...

 

but Daddy wants you to know

whatever happens

you will always be “his #1 special girl”

 

 Baby girl
Look down on me
Know your daddy and Mommy love you
And that will always be

despite how many more come after you....

 

Daddy

Recently somebody told me that I should  get me a MALE dog since I’m being surrounded by females.. My wife my baby, even my cat is a female… and to top all of that our new baby is a GIRL Lina-Belle , she is due on the first week of February  ( it took us around a 100 names before we ended up with this one and everyone seem to think it is cute..

The count down has started and soon it will be the “Female Kingdom” in my household.

Needless to say  : half the house is painted PINK, pink table pink chairs pink carpet pink bed pink boxes …. Oh my god I feel like I fell in Barbie’s house good thing I still have the garage to bring back my manhood…. I love the garage It got all my tools, from the screw drivers to the wireless TV .

( by the way … I just wonna say thank you to the “Automatic Recover” from Microsoft Word, a moment ago when I was typing this I don’t know what happened but the PC restarted itself  so I was pissed that I lost this document but when the PC came back on and I started Word there was a file under “Automatic recovery”  it did not save all my work though but at least it saved up to  the TV part…).

So let me tell you one more thing before I have to go:

I think Females are the most attractive creature on earth and God has blessed me by having all of them….

 

 

N.B( I’ll keep the Male dog thing in mind)

 

 

Miss all of you but I’ve been really really busy doing the end of year inventory and updating everything - beside the remodeling in the offices so we would have a smooth year at work…

 

Maz

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God's children
Crept out the back door

And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much, much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
'Cause he has no children to come back for.

 

sang by -George Michael-

Why do we wear underwear

Why do we fix our hair

 

 

Why do we wear clothes

Why do we wear shoes

 

Why do we go to schools

Why do we sat rules

 

Why do we make laws to obey

And then try to out-smart them

 

What kind-of state of denial do we live in…. and why

 

Why is it the more knowledge we get

The more we wonna go back to stone ages

 

It is like a circle the further we go

The closer we get to the start point…

 

Endless… Sadness

I wonder if crazy people are the sane ones

Because they always seem to be happy..

And we always seem to envy them for that.

How cute..

( just thought of this quote: Sit awkward and talk sitting )  

We can control all our urges

Or maybe some but whichones and when?

 

When everything look neat

Cherchez la femme

 

Cherchez la femme cherchez la femme…

The femme.. the one that you would love to suckle and lick on her neck until you feel her pulse on the tip of your tongue.

The femme that you byte on her ear lobe until your nose’s warm breath inflame her drunk desires.

Isn’t she the reason for all the life sufferings! or was it her suffer during birth that created life!.

Women… such a beautiful creatures you can’t love them all… you can only love one at the time..

Too bad that it is only okay to enjoy the taste of sweet and salty and not be considered cheaters and unfaithful for one or the other, but when it comes to the Femmes you can only get one.

This is not a complaint …. It’s only an idea of what goes in a man’s mind and how much men suffer even though they don’t give birth.

 

fair enough

Once-upon-a-time, there was a young woman who fell in love with a fish. This caused her parents some embarrassment when they go out. When her father had found out he screamed "What do you mean she's dating a fish!".

"He's not an ordinary fish dear, he's one of those anthropomorphic fish, the kind that talk and take on human characteristics"

"Does he have a job?"

"Well no, but he reads a lot, and he's very polite. He's really a very nice boy dear."

"He's an unemployed fish!"

"Whatever."

Eventually the young woman began to grow unsatisfied with the lack of sex in the relationship. She was also getting tired of him staying home all day and reading while she worked all day. The young woman decided to go to the witch who lived in the forest, and ask her to turn her fish into a man. So she took the fish to the witch.

"Well let's see here." the witch said, looking at the fish "Very nice fish you got here, nice coloring. I'll take it, now what do you want?" she asked the young woman.

"This fish and I have fallen in love and I want you to turn him into a man." the young woman replied.

"Is this true?" the witch asked the fish.

"Yes ma'am" smiled the fish.

"Did I do this?" the witch asked the young woman.

"No, he was always a fish"

"No, what I mean is did I make you fall in love with the fish? I have a few drinks now and then, and the next thing you know whole weeks are blacked out." the witch said.

"I don't think so." the young woman said.

"O.k., so if I turn this fish into a man, you go home with a man, and I get to keep the fish?"

"If you turn the fish into a man, then there won't be a fish for you to keep, unless I'm missing something here." said the young woman with a quizzical look on her face.

"So we need to arrange another method of payment then?" asked the witch.

"I think so."

"Well o.k., did you bring any money dear?"

"I'm afraid I'm just a poor farm girl with no material possessions."

"I'll change the fish into a man after you have worked for me for a year."

The young woman agreed and went to work for the witch, sweeping, cooking, and sewing for the witch. Finally the year passed, and the witch turned the fish into a tall and handsome man. And so the young woman and the tall and handsome former fish lived happily until the tall and handsome former fish left the young woman for a barmaid with long legs and a learning disability.

Eventually the young woman found a young man who was slightly younger than her, but extremely gifted at oral sex and they settled down.

She often thought about the tall and handsome former fish and how stupid she was. She was thinking these every thoughts one day while she was fishing off the bridge. She felt something bite the hook, and she yanked the poll up. To her surprise, the fish called out to her "Hey Baby!"

"Not another one!" she screamed.

"It's me baby. Don't you remember? We really had something special!" said the fish.

"What happened to that barmaid you left me for?" the young woman scowled.

"She left me, and when I wouldn't leave her alone, she got the witch to turn me back into fish." said the fish.

"Well come on dear let's take you to the witch and straighten this out." she said the fish. And so she took the fish to witch.

"Hello." said the witch as she answered the door.

"Do you remember me? I worked for you for a year so that you would turn this fish into a man. It seems another woman had you turn him back into a fish." the young woman said to the witch.

"Oh yes I remember, lovely fish." the witch said.

"Well I'd like to make another deal with you."

"What would you like dear?"

"I'd like to you make my breasts bigger, and in exchange you can have the fish." the woman said to the witch.

"Baby! You can't do this to me, not after all we've meant to each other!"

"Deal." said the witch.

And so the young woman went home that evening without any fish, but her husband didn't seem to notice.

Maybe be that is the problem …. When the truth is foggy we all see it the same… but when it is crystal clear we see it differently… for instance grab one of those crystal pieces off your chandelier, put it on the table, expose it to light and look… if you are standing in front of it you would see a red light reflection, turn a little around the table, you’ll see the reflection light turned into green, the more you move the more the colors change… that means the same “one truth”( of things- that could  apply on anything) would look differently, all according to where you are standing from it…. Interesting isn’t it !

Now the problem is to be able to tell which of the colors is the right fit for that Truth.. I think no one could tell… specially if there is light around….

Since in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth, it was dark and men couldn’t see, so God said: Let there be light, and there was light, but still men couldn’t see.

That means: the light that God has created for our “salvation” was used for “distraction”.

What a shame, what a shame..

That also means that animals, since they are colors blind they could see the “one truth” better than us, but again,  they can not talk…

So for now I think I’m a lot confused I don’t want to analyze, I don’t want to argue since each of us is -or think is-right with what we see according to where we are standing…..and maybe if one day we stand all together  we  could all see, share and defend the same vision..

Until then… let there be DARK…( i'll shut my eyes)

One day a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair he has his first meeting with a demon...
Demon: Why so glum  chum?
Guy:  What do you think?  I'm in hell.
Demon:  Hell's not so bad.  We actually have a lot of fun down here...you a drinkin' man?
Guy:  Sure,  I love to drink.  Love the drinks.
Demon:  Well you're gonna love Mondays then.  On  Mondays that's all we do is drink.  Whiskey,  tequila,  Guinness,  wine coolers,  diet tab, and fresca...we drink till we throw up and then we drink some more!
Guy:  Gee that sounds great.

Demon:  You a smoker?
Guy: You better believe it!  Love the smoking.
Demon:  Alright!  You're gonna love Tuesdays.  We get the finest cigars from all over the world and smoke our lungs out.  If you get cancer - no biggie - you're already dead remember?
Guy:  Wow...that's...awesome!

Demon:  I bet you like to gamble.
Guy:  Why  yes  as a matter of fact  I do.  Love the gambling.
Demon:  Cause Wednesday you can gamble all you want.  Craps, Blackjack, Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever...  If you go Bankrupt...well you're dead anyhow.

Demon:   You into drugs?
Guy:  Are you kidding?  Love drugs! You don't mean...
Demon:  That's right!  Thursday is drug day.  Help yourself to a great big bowl of crack. or smack.  Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the drugs you want and if ya overdose - that's right - you're dead - who cares!  O.D.!!
Guy:  Yowza!  I never realized Hell was such a swingin' place!!

Demon: You gay?
Guy:  Uh  no.

Demon:  Ooooh  you're really gonna hate Fridays.

 

(hiihihihihhiii.... as awful as it is ... yet it is kinda funny)

Bright light shines upon me, a penetrating light that feels warm and loving.
I see you there, as I meet your eyes, we smile then embrace.
It has been so long since I lost you; another life.
One that seemed an eternity, but compared to eternity was but a moment.
We can’t be together again, you and I,
to walk the shores of paradise, hand in hand we can’t…

 look at me … look at you…look  at where we belong now…

We can live it as a dream….

When self-pity of dreams becomes acceptable as part of the comedy of our errors, tranquility would be lost forever….

Real dreams are nothing but a waking hallucination in which anything that might have happened to us can be used at random. Anything I have seen, overheard, or imagined can go in. Turn a dream into a puppet with a mixture of tenderness and absurdity, pathos and hilarity….

As the dreams continue in this new land that is real, real far away , my identity as distinct from me becomes harder to take. I begin to collapse into reality, and the dream begins to sound like a nightmare that I picked for myself….

And in a moment of truth I ask myself again: is it worth it? or should I let go…..

The answer comes from far, far away, what an irony…. Someone who has been there and knew what I’m talking about says with a fragile typing that in a way reflects the inner thoughts: let go, let go, just say good bye…just try..

 

I’ll try…

“Wish you were here...
Me, oh, my country woman,
Wish you were here...
I wish you were here...
Don't you know, the snow is getting colder,
And I miss you like hell,
And I'm feeling blue...”

“I've got feelings for you,
Do you still feel the same?
From the first time I laid my eyes on you,
I felt joy of living,
I saw heaven in your eyes...

“I miss your laugh, I miss your smile,
I miss everything about you...
Every second's like a minute,
Every minute's like a day
When you're far away...”
I wish you were here...
A battlefield of love and fear,
And I wish you were here...”

Beirut
   of the loveless night,
   how sweet the well-spring
   of your voice, flower-scented,
   I rejoice.

   Your houses
   of powdered stone has heard
   the marching
   feet of those who died;
   the rumbling guns, distant cries,
   Beirut
   fill me with your love.

   Face of beauty, angel light;
   we meld our tears, sate our fears,
   stay huddled
   through the endless night;
   war is such a lonely place.

   Beirut
   I will hold you near
   inside the trenches of my fear.
   Rising to the thunderous din
   your voice calls out,
   our love is born of war
   ...not sin.

   Beirut
   now the war has died,
   smoldering under hills of ash,
   No more to fight on battlefields,
   for now I hear across the sea,
   those loved ones where I long to be.

   Beirut
   in that time and place,
   through smoke
   and shellfire wooing death,
   our hearts embraced and love endowed
   those fleeting moments war allowed.

   And now the time to say good-bye,
   no more  to know the moment ours,
   our love
   burned bright in darkest hours
   and now
   the dawning of the light,
   will take us back to other lives.

Peace for Lebanon and  the whole world.... just for the sake of humanity....

 

ENOUGH.......................................................we've had ENOUGH

Sorry for being away lately...since you know what is going on in Lebanon i guess... i had no time to be online but today i had a moment for myself so i thought maybe ..... and here we are ... still have the emails ( thanx for MSN they make big email boxes to fit them all )..thanx for every one... thanx for the letters of support... and please wish us that the Ships get here soon so we can go back to our second homeland safe... and to all those who live here in our dearest Lebanon i wish you a safe stay... since i t was the ship all what i was thinking about in the last few days... this song came to my head so i was singing it lately so i thought about sharing it with you since i like Chris De Burgh's songs... Sailing Away

Waiting at the water's edge, Watching all the ships as they are heading for the harbour wall, I was just a boy, I was just a boy, Dreaming of the wide world, dreaming of the wide world; Watching as they disapper, Reading out the names of all the places I hav never been, Looking out to sea, staring out to sea, Dreaming of a wide world, dreaming of the wide world, I wish I was sailing away, sailing away, Sailing away, with you tonight, with you tonight; Walking down another street, Underneath the red light, I am watching where the shadows fall, Looking at the girls, listening to the girls, Dreaming of a new world, dreaming of that new world, I wish I was sailing away, sailing away, Sailing away, in your arms tonight, In your arms tonight; I wish I was sailing away, sailing away, Sailing away, with you now, with you now...

Eastern mentality….it is so screwed up…Each of them is right ( they think), this is the least I could think of  when I talk about those ignorants “ left in the past” people.

What brings this subject is that 3 nights ago when I was walking down the street with some friends,  I saw somebody with a bike digging down the trash dumpster looking for something… so I asked one of my friends: what is that guy looking for ?... my friend replied that this guy like many others dig in the trash for Styrofoam or boxes and plastic that he would collect  to sell later to somebody else.. ( you should have seen my friend’s face when  talking about those people he was so disgusted ) then he added.. I even know one person who started like that and now he owns a business , he drives a Mercedes-Benz and he got a few crews that do this job for him.

So that brought to my attention how people here in the “east” think…

If someone is poor they look at him like: look he is so trashy he collects trash to live…

But when the same person gets rich… they started respecting him and they say:… you should have seen how this guy has made his fortune out of trash collection… he was so ambitious ….

Now when he is rich they even wish they could switch places....

Good thing we get to go out in this wide world to see how other people on the same planet  called Earth live…. We get to see the civilized Western world( dispite those little negative things), we get to see the difference so maybe we tend to make a difference.

After all we are all human, and working no matter in what field  has to be sacred.

 

Mr. Merc.

Since I came to Lebanon 20 days ago…. My days got mixed-up…. Since I’m on a six weeks vacation… all my days feel like Sundays… but this particular Sunday was different from so far the other 19… It left a mark. So I decided to leave this remark on my space.

Weird how age does not effect certain people

You meet them first when you are young...

And when you meet them again when you are older they seem to be the same way you saw them day one.

I started believing in the Fountain of  Life… I thought it is only a myth … apparently I was mistaken …

Thank you for everything 

Thank you for the charcoal ( even thought it was an orphan one… but it was the best ever.)

( sorry I could not look at you eye to eye )

I wish you all the happiness of the world, from deep inside

Keep shining….SUN…you are the best….

 

 

Please click on the picture in order to see it...

I can't think of anything to write...

I only find time to leave comments, good comments and sometimes bad ones...just to be fair...

I'm trying to cherish every moment i'm spending here....

one thing i would like to say: Hey Suz... you got a good pick ... i love the lyrics of Stevie Nicks' song..i keep it playing in the background when i write my comments now.