In my ever failing attempt to start and finish a novel, or something that resembles one, a task that began many years ago, I have decided to continue posting a few exerts, every now and again, so that one day I may muster up the courage to have something to show a publishing house. I see the below piece as being the opening to the novel, though that too may change with time...
Your comments are more than welcomed.
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Today was supposed to be like any other mundane Monday, except that it wasn’t. She felt unsettled. It might have everything to do with the unspoken words left lingering at the tip of her tongue yesterday, the ones she has been keeping entrapped inside her for so long- recycling between her mind and heart. There was always something that prevented her from saying them, not out of fear of change, but fearing that nothing will change.
Somewhere between a hapless dream and a stringent reality she discovered that she has been docked here too long. The tides have risen and fallen, moons have waxed and waned, summers gave way to fallen leaves, winter chills and spring blossoms, and yet she remains immersed in a drowning dream- a few heaps of breath to resurrect life here and there, but nothing to ever satiate…
She once reigned victorious over her dreams and scenes, knowing exactly where she was going and where she ought to be. But slowly, like fallen petals of a dying rose, she began to lose sight of her fixated target; lines that were once solid now became blurred and indiscriminant, everything was acceptable and yet nothing was. Welcome to adulthood.
“How do you kill love?” That was the question that kept replaying in her mind, she didn’t mean it to be rhetorical; it was action heavy.” It’s simple,” came an ominous voice, “kill its lifeline: hope”.
A sudden fleeting moment of clam overcame her as she danced in memory of the days when even cloud nine was so far down below and her smile never parted her lips for a second except to steal a kiss. Blissful happiness was euphoric.
The title of the article she had been meaning to write was staring right back at her, “Discovering the Heart Behind the Red Sole”. It was a piece she had to write about Louboutin, the iconic and celebrated shoe guru, but she couldn’t find the inspiration today, today was a day of mourning her red soul, not celebrating his painted one.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
I Will, I Kate, I Love!
I never got into the whole “Royal Wedding” buzz- the excitement over Kate’s dress, when and how they will share their first kiss as a married couple, how the Westminster Abbey will be decorated and who was on the guest list. None of it fazed me… until the day actually came. And wow was I bedazzled.
I woke up Friday morning feeling the throbbing pain in my feet from the previous evening’s dinner preparation and hosting. Fatigue had ridden my body listless, and I reeked of cigarette stench- the weekend was almost over, that’s just lovely, I felt it had only just begun. I rolled over to my left side picked up my BlackBerry from the nightstand and ran through the messages- and of course my friends were talking about the Royal Wedding. “That’s right; it’s the event of the season. Meh, may be I’ll watch it after my shower”. I managed to carry my deadweight out of bed and stumbled into the shower. There’s nothing like lukewarm water to revitalize your body, and a hot cup of coffee to cure the morning headache. With coffee in hand, and the sweet smell of nectarine and peaches replacing the nicotine, I made my way to the living room. I suddenly felt a rush of urgency to quicken my pace, this Royal Wedding intrigue was starting to stir, and I actually started to get excited.
My Dad was already watching the main event, and he sat with his eyes fully fixated onto the flat screen smoking his cigar not noticing that I had just walked into the room. I propped myself up on the bar stool, placed my coffee mug on the table and from then on I was hooked. I was wowed, royally.
London had been transformed to Fairytale Land. The exquisite cars, the emptied streets rimmed with cheering enthusiastic onlookers waving British flags, then of course the guests arriving at Westminster Abbey. The ladies in their chic dresses and elaborate hats, the gents in their tuxedos and top hats- dress codes we have only come across on screen from Hollywood. I sipped my coffee, without saying a word to my Dad- we were both enthralled by the haute-royal event. The abbey transformed from a Gothic church, to a modern park lane lined with seven-meter trees that created a lush canopy in the nave and running down the center a red carpet that would take the bride from the entrance of the abbey to her Prince Charming (literally). “Seems like a sunny day in London, they’re lucky,” came my Dad’s voice overtaking that of the BBC commentator’s. London was basking in more than the heat of the sun; she was basking in the magic of the wedding. London was happy, just as happy as the hundreds of millions of others who were glued to their screens just as we were.
My Mom came in with just the same smile I was wearing, that indelible “aww” kind of smile. “Come up and watch it with me, leave your Dad to smoke his cigar, honestly Gebran is it necessary?” I tuned her out, didn’t want anything to ruin the magic carpet ride I found myself floating on, so I zipped upstairs into my parent’s bedroom, curled up on the beige leather couch and was instantaneously re-captivated.
The man of the hour had arrived in a chauffeur-driven Bentley painted in Royal Claret Livery (as delicately gruesome as that color sounds) with his brother, Prince Harry, the best man by his side. Both officers in the Armed Forces, they naturally opted for their uniforms which they wore with honor and distinction. Prince William wore the brilliant red uniform of the Irish Guards regiment, he looked dashing and like a future king. Diana would be proud. They smiled and waved to the delighted spectators as they set off from Clarence House, their London home, on William's final journey as a single man, and entered the abbey, with Harry probably telling his older bro “This is it… no turning back.” I felt the rush of shivers run up and down my spine; I haven’t been this excited to watch the news in, well probably ever. Okay, may be not ever, at least in 2011.
As Westminster Abbey greeted its dashing Prince the excitement was raised to the nth degree. Everyone’s chatter turned into big smiles and modest bows as the future King made his way to the high altar. The bride’s mother, Prince Charles and Duchess of Cornwall (Camilla), the Queen Elizabeth (in her brighter than the sun yellow ensemble) all arrived to the abbey, but still everyone was impatiently awaiting the arrival of Kate.
I picked up my BB and was reading through the thread of messages on Thubaba (our group name). All the guys and the girls were reporting their thoughts and feelings or making passes at the absurd hats. I bet millions more were texting and tweeting in a similar manner. It’s so amazing how one joyous event can draw in millions of people, and create a sense of unity in the name of love- rather than in the name of war.
I looked back up at the screen, as the camera pulled away from Westminster Abbey and towards the Rolls Royce parked outside Goring Hotel… and the camera caught a first glimpse of the future Princess as she sat in the backseat of the car, next to her father.
There she was elegant, beautiful, simple Kate in an Alexander McQueen wedding gown. She was organically breathtaking in her lace white dress with a humble train and a magnificent tiara. Her hair was half pulled back in brunette waves and her makeup (which she had done herself btw) highlighted her features in the perfect way. As she left her Rolls Royce, stepping onto the pavement she turned around to the crowds pouring behind her and waved at them with just as much fervor as they were waving at her, probably trying to shake off her nerves. As she turned to enter the abbey and regained full composure she was ready to take her steps towards her new life; she was about to be the wife of the man she loves, and written down in the Royal family tree as a Princess and Duchess of Cambridge (we were to find out after the event) . As she greeted the bishops and clergymen that were standing at the foot of the door, her smile widened and she kept peering through the naval to catch a glimpse at her guests and her fiancé. I think before she can even collect a thought, the choir’s music replaced the calm that had settled in the abbey as the Princess made her way down the aisle, with her father to her left, and flower girls, and maid of honor (Pippa) tracing her from behind.
… I imagined myself walking down the aisle towards the church’s high altar with Mr. Haven’t Met You Yet standing in awe or cold feet. I could almost hear the choir singing as their voices swirled around the church walls infusing with the afternoon sunlight pouring from the church’s arched windows and bursting into the hearts of the guests. I could imagine how sweaty my palms could get holding the white bouquet, and how teary my mom’s eyes would be… for the first time I imagined every detail. I was Kate, the happiest and most nervous woman on Earth, living out a fairytale.
Kate stood by Will out of love, and devotion, not out of duty. They were to be wed just like any other couple, but the difference is their wedding was broadcast live for hundreds of millions to listen to their vows of matrimony… He ,Will, took Kate to be his lawfully wedded wife, and she, Kate, took Will to be her lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, through rich or poor, until death do them part.
I woke up Friday morning feeling the throbbing pain in my feet from the previous evening’s dinner preparation and hosting. Fatigue had ridden my body listless, and I reeked of cigarette stench- the weekend was almost over, that’s just lovely, I felt it had only just begun. I rolled over to my left side picked up my BlackBerry from the nightstand and ran through the messages- and of course my friends were talking about the Royal Wedding. “That’s right; it’s the event of the season. Meh, may be I’ll watch it after my shower”. I managed to carry my deadweight out of bed and stumbled into the shower. There’s nothing like lukewarm water to revitalize your body, and a hot cup of coffee to cure the morning headache. With coffee in hand, and the sweet smell of nectarine and peaches replacing the nicotine, I made my way to the living room. I suddenly felt a rush of urgency to quicken my pace, this Royal Wedding intrigue was starting to stir, and I actually started to get excited.
My Dad was already watching the main event, and he sat with his eyes fully fixated onto the flat screen smoking his cigar not noticing that I had just walked into the room. I propped myself up on the bar stool, placed my coffee mug on the table and from then on I was hooked. I was wowed, royally.
London had been transformed to Fairytale Land. The exquisite cars, the emptied streets rimmed with cheering enthusiastic onlookers waving British flags, then of course the guests arriving at Westminster Abbey. The ladies in their chic dresses and elaborate hats, the gents in their tuxedos and top hats- dress codes we have only come across on screen from Hollywood. I sipped my coffee, without saying a word to my Dad- we were both enthralled by the haute-royal event. The abbey transformed from a Gothic church, to a modern park lane lined with seven-meter trees that created a lush canopy in the nave and running down the center a red carpet that would take the bride from the entrance of the abbey to her Prince Charming (literally). “Seems like a sunny day in London, they’re lucky,” came my Dad’s voice overtaking that of the BBC commentator’s. London was basking in more than the heat of the sun; she was basking in the magic of the wedding. London was happy, just as happy as the hundreds of millions of others who were glued to their screens just as we were.
My Mom came in with just the same smile I was wearing, that indelible “aww” kind of smile. “Come up and watch it with me, leave your Dad to smoke his cigar, honestly Gebran is it necessary?” I tuned her out, didn’t want anything to ruin the magic carpet ride I found myself floating on, so I zipped upstairs into my parent’s bedroom, curled up on the beige leather couch and was instantaneously re-captivated.
The man of the hour had arrived in a chauffeur-driven Bentley painted in Royal Claret Livery (as delicately gruesome as that color sounds) with his brother, Prince Harry, the best man by his side. Both officers in the Armed Forces, they naturally opted for their uniforms which they wore with honor and distinction. Prince William wore the brilliant red uniform of the Irish Guards regiment, he looked dashing and like a future king. Diana would be proud. They smiled and waved to the delighted spectators as they set off from Clarence House, their London home, on William's final journey as a single man, and entered the abbey, with Harry probably telling his older bro “This is it… no turning back.” I felt the rush of shivers run up and down my spine; I haven’t been this excited to watch the news in, well probably ever. Okay, may be not ever, at least in 2011.
As Westminster Abbey greeted its dashing Prince the excitement was raised to the nth degree. Everyone’s chatter turned into big smiles and modest bows as the future King made his way to the high altar. The bride’s mother, Prince Charles and Duchess of Cornwall (Camilla), the Queen Elizabeth (in her brighter than the sun yellow ensemble) all arrived to the abbey, but still everyone was impatiently awaiting the arrival of Kate.
I picked up my BB and was reading through the thread of messages on Thubaba (our group name). All the guys and the girls were reporting their thoughts and feelings or making passes at the absurd hats. I bet millions more were texting and tweeting in a similar manner. It’s so amazing how one joyous event can draw in millions of people, and create a sense of unity in the name of love- rather than in the name of war.
I looked back up at the screen, as the camera pulled away from Westminster Abbey and towards the Rolls Royce parked outside Goring Hotel… and the camera caught a first glimpse of the future Princess as she sat in the backseat of the car, next to her father.
There she was elegant, beautiful, simple Kate in an Alexander McQueen wedding gown. She was organically breathtaking in her lace white dress with a humble train and a magnificent tiara. Her hair was half pulled back in brunette waves and her makeup (which she had done herself btw) highlighted her features in the perfect way. As she left her Rolls Royce, stepping onto the pavement she turned around to the crowds pouring behind her and waved at them with just as much fervor as they were waving at her, probably trying to shake off her nerves. As she turned to enter the abbey and regained full composure she was ready to take her steps towards her new life; she was about to be the wife of the man she loves, and written down in the Royal family tree as a Princess and Duchess of Cambridge (we were to find out after the event) . As she greeted the bishops and clergymen that were standing at the foot of the door, her smile widened and she kept peering through the naval to catch a glimpse at her guests and her fiancé. I think before she can even collect a thought, the choir’s music replaced the calm that had settled in the abbey as the Princess made her way down the aisle, with her father to her left, and flower girls, and maid of honor (Pippa) tracing her from behind.
… I imagined myself walking down the aisle towards the church’s high altar with Mr. Haven’t Met You Yet standing in awe or cold feet. I could almost hear the choir singing as their voices swirled around the church walls infusing with the afternoon sunlight pouring from the church’s arched windows and bursting into the hearts of the guests. I could imagine how sweaty my palms could get holding the white bouquet, and how teary my mom’s eyes would be… for the first time I imagined every detail. I was Kate, the happiest and most nervous woman on Earth, living out a fairytale.
Kate stood by Will out of love, and devotion, not out of duty. They were to be wed just like any other couple, but the difference is their wedding was broadcast live for hundreds of millions to listen to their vows of matrimony… He ,Will, took Kate to be his lawfully wedded wife, and she, Kate, took Will to be her lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, through rich or poor, until death do them part.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
C's Speech
Friends, Family, Random Blog Reader… I am speaking to you in this grave hour to inform you of my discontent with the situation- and I don’t mean that deranged character from Jersey Shore, I mean the situation we, as humans find ourselves in.
We are losing our humanity, our appreciation, and most importantly our purity. We have become such a disgrace that even the sickos are rolling in their graves with disbelief. I am speaking to you not out of desperation or plea, but out of concern. We must break free of the chains that have locked us in dungeons wreaked with fallacies of materialistic opulence and decadent luxuries woven with murky lies and murkier truths. In short let’s cut the bullshit and get back to our organic being and existence.
If I were to speak of money, then I would say that it has become embedded in our genome to seek more of it- by hook or by crook. History has framed delusional ego maniacs, such as Hitler, Stalin and Napoleon for their thirst and quench for absolute hegemony- not for material wealth, but for dominating and expanding their empire out of an ideal they stood for (as ridiculous as the ideal was). They were not profiteers, they were megalomaniacs. What do power heads stand for now? Bigger bonuses, faster cars and more luxurious penthouses?! There is no ideal, there is just one common goal- getting more money, and getting rid of anyone who stands in their way. Corruption has come in the form of corporations not only governments. Powerful CEO’s nowadays are just as bad as politicians, if not worse. Embezzlement, insider trading, fabricating numbers, to list a few crimes has become the weapon of choice with money being the underlying motive.
If I were to speak of character traits, I would say that a strong personality is not one that is able to control people, but one that can control him or herself when around other people. In an argument, remain cool, professional and factual- fire back at the attacker with strides of boldness not rudeness. To our families and friends we must remain loyal and faithful, and to those we love we must trust without a shadow of a doubt. We must love ourselves, but not be egotistical, because at the end of the day you get back what you give, and if you give nothing… well do the math. Don’t judge a person by their actions, but find their motive and intentions, for if the intentions were pure then the actions will be just as likely to be so too. Also we must never divvy our efforts with insecurity- for insecurity is the master of all evils; insecurity is the rabbit that digs you into gloomy holes of depression.
If I were to speak of love, then my advice to you, my readers, is don’t approach each of your dalliances as the real thing, for you will falter and fall flat on our face. Don’t diffuse your energy into people that don’t value your worth, for you will be weakened by dissatisfaction and resentment. Don’t follow the heart that could fail and the mind that could fraud, but follow the instinct that could fathom within seconds what the heart and mind could take years to wrap themselves around.
If I were to speak of career choice, then the only advice I give, is the common one everyone else gives and that is find out what you are good at doing, do it every day, and everyday get better at doing it. Don’t only be an achiever in what you do but also a believer.
I have yet to practice the words I wrote, but I am on that road. There are so many things I have to change to get back to basics, but once I get there I know I will reach my nirvana.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Mars
Mars,
You have woven in and out of my life a tapestry of emotions and memories. The most memorable of your forms came unannounced; heralding in a new life by sweeping me off my feet and crashing me back down.
I remember you in light green and deep brown, in strapping arms and tender hearts, in strumming fingers and melodious words, in broken promises and heartfelt apologies, in your unfettered liveliness and your hung-up emotions. I remember your comfort, your warmth, your cold… I remember the tears I fought back, the nights your left me sleeples and the dreams you left me lost in, the hope you said will keep us and the weakness that overcame you when it was gone.
But thank you Mars for showing me your colors- I hope I left you with as many oscillating feelings, none of them leaving you scarred or scared…
I know you will come back around one day, perchance to nest forever, but for now I am glad that you left, so I can regain the strength to welcome you back in.
You have woven in and out of my life a tapestry of emotions and memories. The most memorable of your forms came unannounced; heralding in a new life by sweeping me off my feet and crashing me back down.
I remember you in light green and deep brown, in strapping arms and tender hearts, in strumming fingers and melodious words, in broken promises and heartfelt apologies, in your unfettered liveliness and your hung-up emotions. I remember your comfort, your warmth, your cold… I remember the tears I fought back, the nights your left me sleeples and the dreams you left me lost in, the hope you said will keep us and the weakness that overcame you when it was gone.
But thank you Mars for showing me your colors- I hope I left you with as many oscillating feelings, none of them leaving you scarred or scared…
I know you will come back around one day, perchance to nest forever, but for now I am glad that you left, so I can regain the strength to welcome you back in.
Shhhh-eep No More
If we are the shape-shifters of the future, then is it up to us to keep the status quo the same or should we be revolutionary and break the norms and create new rules and new norms?
It could very well be that the new state of affairs is not conformity but constant revolution of thought, mind and action. Ever realize how technology only advances and succeeds when it is revolutionary, otherwise we would be stuck with those 5 ton computers with hard drives that boom louder than a 747 jet engines. R&D is huge in most companies, actually they reinvest their retained earnings and channel it into the R&D department, and shareholders are more than willing to forgo their dividend payment for the sake of R&D. Funny enough when it comes to US as SOCIAL beings we often don't develop we often stay the same, stuck in our old ways, we only want to improve ourselves, like going on to pursue a masters or marrying into a wealthy family (whatever the personal motive and prerogative is) rather than trying to break the external social norms, and really trying to develop our larger society. The power of society is more than what we can comprehend, and so we get stuck, or we become sheep as a friend of mine likes to put it. If you go against it, especially as an Arab you are labeled a pariah; there is no place for revolutionary behavior, unless it’s joining some fundamentalist political and religious party.
As sad as it is, it’s true there are expectations and checklists and “do’s” and “don’ts” that govern (subjugate?) us- and either you spend the rest of your life trying to breakaway & reinvent (improve?) – and this I promise will be a tiresome and restless endeavor but so worth it if you succeed, or spend the rest of your life conforming (grazing grass?) and living in peaceful coexistence- and this I promise you will by no means stop you from having revolutionary predispositions. I guess for now we can keep warm in our wool and hope that the farmers don’t come to skin us!
Those we my thoughts a year ago…
…Until Tunisia, Egypt, Libya and Bahrain… By using technology for social networking coupled with the power of the masses they, the not so garss grazing sheep anymore, were able to not only have revolutionary thoughts, but act on them- and in the case of Tunisia and Egypt, they were able to topple the regimes that have ruled them for decades. The pressure resulted in revolution, and revolution is bringing about change- and though it may take time to reap the benefits of the change in the status quo, optimism has been brought back into the hearts, minds and homes of many Arabs and hopes for a better future is coming. Piecemeal actions result in grand results- even a year ago I would have denounced such revolutionary actions, especially in the Middle East as near impossible…
It could very well be that the new state of affairs is not conformity but constant revolution of thought, mind and action. Ever realize how technology only advances and succeeds when it is revolutionary, otherwise we would be stuck with those 5 ton computers with hard drives that boom louder than a 747 jet engines. R&D is huge in most companies, actually they reinvest their retained earnings and channel it into the R&D department, and shareholders are more than willing to forgo their dividend payment for the sake of R&D. Funny enough when it comes to US as SOCIAL beings we often don't develop we often stay the same, stuck in our old ways, we only want to improve ourselves, like going on to pursue a masters or marrying into a wealthy family (whatever the personal motive and prerogative is) rather than trying to break the external social norms, and really trying to develop our larger society. The power of society is more than what we can comprehend, and so we get stuck, or we become sheep as a friend of mine likes to put it. If you go against it, especially as an Arab you are labeled a pariah; there is no place for revolutionary behavior, unless it’s joining some fundamentalist political and religious party.
As sad as it is, it’s true there are expectations and checklists and “do’s” and “don’ts” that govern (subjugate?) us- and either you spend the rest of your life trying to breakaway & reinvent (improve?) – and this I promise will be a tiresome and restless endeavor but so worth it if you succeed, or spend the rest of your life conforming (grazing grass?) and living in peaceful coexistence- and this I promise you will by no means stop you from having revolutionary predispositions. I guess for now we can keep warm in our wool and hope that the farmers don’t come to skin us!
Those we my thoughts a year ago…
…Until Tunisia, Egypt, Libya and Bahrain… By using technology for social networking coupled with the power of the masses they, the not so garss grazing sheep anymore, were able to not only have revolutionary thoughts, but act on them- and in the case of Tunisia and Egypt, they were able to topple the regimes that have ruled them for decades. The pressure resulted in revolution, and revolution is bringing about change- and though it may take time to reap the benefits of the change in the status quo, optimism has been brought back into the hearts, minds and homes of many Arabs and hopes for a better future is coming. Piecemeal actions result in grand results- even a year ago I would have denounced such revolutionary actions, especially in the Middle East as near impossible…
Not so Bloggy
Okay it’s time for one of those blogs that start off with no direction whatsoever but end up being posted anyway- because then I feel like I accomplished something today of use… I actually wasn’t just a member of the ecosystem turning oxygen into carbon dioxide- but chances are even after this blog, I would have done nothing of value- except waste time. But with half an hour to go for my emancipation from the office- I can find no better use of my time then to type away pseudo- aimlessly at the key board.
Yes my optimism and general “sunshine” view of life has taken a turn into a dark alley. A very dark one.
Let’s see what have I learnt today so far?
--- as of Feb 26th 2011
1) Google is trying to be the “better” best internet search engine- it feels like certain companies are cheating their way into their algorithm model of web selection, by copying content from other website they wish to compete with. Google wants to weed them out by trying to outsmart them… Good luck Google!
2) Something about a “dead horse” – an expression that was used today in a meeting earlier today that basically says there’s no point on going on and on about a topic that is pretty much dead- you can’t get deader than dead… “Just like you can’t over-die, you can’t over dry” Seinfeld. Oh God bless that show- I need to watch the reruns…
3) Weakness and fatigue are 2 different things- weakness is physical and fatigue is more attributed to boredom/depression or symptoms of an illness such as the flu or kidney problems- thanks WebMd, you’re a doll.
4) For those with allergies, spring is a horrible season for you- so be weary
5) Always choose the lesser of two evils- believe me that strategy works all the time. Of course which of the two evils is lesser is completely up to your perception and decision.
6) “To lead an orchestra you must turn your back”- A status update from a friend on BBM- I find that quite fascinating- funny how reading a quote turns what is just a convention into something loaded with wisdom and philosophical underpinnings… Thanks Salty, needed that one!
--- as of Feb 27th 2011
7) Sometimes the thoughts in your head should remain as thoughts in your head, lest they make you sound absurd and crazy if said out loud—lesson learned
8) Being blunt is a sword with a double edge
---as of Feb 28th 2011
9) Thank YOU! Really just simply thank you!! You reenergized me! So back to work I go….
---as of March 1st 2011
10) Okay so one of you constant readers of this blog (will remain nameless) was right- I do make sure everyone else around me is happy first and I come second- and sometimes second by an inch and sometimes by a mile. Honestly, I can’t change that- just hope that whoever I’m trying to make happy appreciates what I am doing, and probably, as people usually do, people condemn you for the bad before they applaud you for the good, so chances are it will go totally unnoticed.
11) Waking up an hour ahead of the alarm is sometimes one of the most liberating feelings in the world- because you beat the SOB before it had a chance to puncture your dream with its deafening tone.
Before I end up turning this into a list of 100000 things to write about- let me stop myself here.
And as I thought, there was nothing of real substance to write about- but oh well, you win some, you lose some.
Yes my optimism and general “sunshine” view of life has taken a turn into a dark alley. A very dark one.
Let’s see what have I learnt today so far?
--- as of Feb 26th 2011
1) Google is trying to be the “better” best internet search engine- it feels like certain companies are cheating their way into their algorithm model of web selection, by copying content from other website they wish to compete with. Google wants to weed them out by trying to outsmart them… Good luck Google!
2) Something about a “dead horse” – an expression that was used today in a meeting earlier today that basically says there’s no point on going on and on about a topic that is pretty much dead- you can’t get deader than dead… “Just like you can’t over-die, you can’t over dry” Seinfeld. Oh God bless that show- I need to watch the reruns…
3) Weakness and fatigue are 2 different things- weakness is physical and fatigue is more attributed to boredom/depression or symptoms of an illness such as the flu or kidney problems- thanks WebMd, you’re a doll.
4) For those with allergies, spring is a horrible season for you- so be weary
5) Always choose the lesser of two evils- believe me that strategy works all the time. Of course which of the two evils is lesser is completely up to your perception and decision.
6) “To lead an orchestra you must turn your back”- A status update from a friend on BBM- I find that quite fascinating- funny how reading a quote turns what is just a convention into something loaded with wisdom and philosophical underpinnings… Thanks Salty, needed that one!
--- as of Feb 27th 2011
7) Sometimes the thoughts in your head should remain as thoughts in your head, lest they make you sound absurd and crazy if said out loud—lesson learned
8) Being blunt is a sword with a double edge
---as of Feb 28th 2011
9) Thank YOU! Really just simply thank you!! You reenergized me! So back to work I go….
---as of March 1st 2011
10) Okay so one of you constant readers of this blog (will remain nameless) was right- I do make sure everyone else around me is happy first and I come second- and sometimes second by an inch and sometimes by a mile. Honestly, I can’t change that- just hope that whoever I’m trying to make happy appreciates what I am doing, and probably, as people usually do, people condemn you for the bad before they applaud you for the good, so chances are it will go totally unnoticed.
11) Waking up an hour ahead of the alarm is sometimes one of the most liberating feelings in the world- because you beat the SOB before it had a chance to puncture your dream with its deafening tone.
Before I end up turning this into a list of 100000 things to write about- let me stop myself here.
And as I thought, there was nothing of real substance to write about- but oh well, you win some, you lose some.
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