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05/06/2007 Silence In Paradise...27/05/2007 Hier kommt die Sonne...20/05/2007 The Wall...14/05/2007 Stairway to...29/04/2007 My B-day...25/03/2007 Battle of Thermopylae...18/03/2007 Something I read...بعيد منتصف الليل, انهمر مطر غزير كانه طوفان. و كان خوزيه اركاديو الثاني يجهل المكان الذي هو فية. و لكنه كان يدرك انه اذا سار في الاتجاه المعاكس لسير القطارفسوف يصل الى ماكوندو. فانطلق يسير في الظلام الدامس, على غير هدى, نيفاً و ثلاث ساعات و قد بلله المطر حتى بلغ منه العظام. و اشتد عليه الالم في راسه فكاد ان يطرحه ارضاً. و اخيراً استطاع ان يميز البيوت المتطرفة على اشعة الفجر الغير الجلية. و جذبته رائحة القهوة المنبعثة من احد البيوت, فدخل الى المطبخ, و راى فيه امرأة تحمل بين ذراعيها طفلاً, و قد انحنت فوق الفرن تعمل شيئاُ. فخاطبها بقوة قائلاً: - مرحباً. انا خوزيه اركاديو الثاني بوينديا: و ذكر اسمه كاملاً, و هو يشدُد على مقاطعه, ربما ليقنع نفسه اولاً انه ما يزال على قيد الحياة. وقد كان على حق في ذلك, لان المرأة ظنت, وهي ترمقه في الباب: كئيباً, قذراً, مهدماً, و قد تلطخ رأسه و ثيابه ببقع الدم, وخيم عليه شبح الموت؛ ظنت انها انما تشاهد رؤيا في منامها. و كانت المرأة تعرفه. فجاءته بغطاء يتلفح به, ريثما يضع ثيابه حدَ الموقد كي تجف. و سخنت له الماء كي يغسل جرحه, و لم يكن اكبر من خدش بسيط. ثم ناولته رباطاٍ نظيفاً يضمد بها راسه. و قدمت له فنجان قهوة بلا سكر. فقد كانت تعرف ان آل بوينديا يشربونها هكذا. و بعد ان نشر ثيابه قريباً من النار. غمغم قائلاً: - لا بد انهم ثلاثة آلاف فاستفسرت سائلة: - ماذا؟ فأوضح لها قائلاً: - الموتى, اظن ان جميع من كانوا في المحطة قد ماتوا نظرت اليه المرأة نظرت إشفاق, و قالت: - لم يمت احد في هذه الناحية. فمنذ زمن مات عمك العقيد. لم يحدث شيء في ماكوندو. و أعاد عليه هذا القول نفسه جميع من رآهم في المطابخ الثلاثة التي مرَ بها في طريقه: - لم يمت احد One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez 11/03/2007 Blog No More...This time it's different...
You see... I think I finally ran of ideas, or I can be creative no more "Yes Tara, it finally happened" whatever it is, this place is falling apart, and I can't seem to pull it up together anymore :/ "Pay attention to the tone, we'll get back to it later..."
Most blogs are there for people to whine and say crap about how bad their life is, the other is for people who got lots of time in their hands and have no idea where to spend it, some people use blogs to express ideas and share opinions, the internet are lacking that kind of blogs, as they're rare to find, some of the blogs out there are waste of space and bandwidth sad to say...
Now here comes the funny part, lately, every time I load my blog to write something, all I think about is less creativity and more whining, you did note the whining tone, didn't you? ;)
So until wisdom comes upon me, I have no idea what my blog will go too...
When you understand what you see, you will no longer be children. You will know that life is pain, that each of us hangs always upon the cross of himself. And when you know that this is true of every man, woman and child on earth, you will be wise. ~ Whittaker Chambers 17/02/2007 Note to self...Note to self: Robert De Niro is NOT a director, as he, plainly, sucks at it! Another note to self: you need to STOP Whining, GROW UP! Final note to self: Go to sleep! I'm not crazy, I'm just stopping my self form saying lots of things >_< 15/01/2007 Readings I08/01/2007 Confession...I have a confession to make, a secret to tell...
I've been having sleepless nights lately, waking up at night where everyone is a sleep...
The house feels so empty, sometimes I find the cat sleeping next to me, I tackle with him, he likes it, foolish cat, so stupid, yet, so adorable...
I bet you're wondering now, that's not a secret, I agree... it's not!
My little secret is something different, something, I never knew I'd fall for, a habit, no... it's not a habit, it's an addiction, it's a drug that runs in the vain, a spell that lets you obey, a no is not an option, resistance is like blowing in the face of the wind...
I fell for something that I cannot pull myself from, I fell... my dear reader... for a story!
Don't get me wrong, it is a secret, and it's worth it, "Lost", is the story that I fell for, the war between the human brain, and the physiological needs, the contradiction between emotions, and twists that leaves you puzzled, all mixed in a one of the best scenarios that I have ever seen, each episode is a junction of thriller, faster heart beat pumping, and a tale, that leaves you numb, and hopeless... driving you insane...
Lost, by far, is the best TV show I have ever seen in my whole entire life, this tale made me go have sleepless night, made me go late to work, made me wish to have more time to see it, it made me do many things...
this is not a secret? It is, you'll be tricked to think that it's not, but it is... in the honor of this great, master epic, and outstanding story, I write this post!
Note: Inspired after watching Episode 21 - Season 2 05/01/2007 Time...01/01/2007 Entrance...30/12/2006 Saddam...Beeing one of those who suffered the gulf war, I grow up believing that Saddam was a bad person... I still hear people in my head curse him for what he did...
I still remember the first day of the Kuwait invasion, I was in my bed that day, and I still remember my mother crying, heh, she told me that guns outside are nothing but fireworks, that there's a celebration and she's crying tears of happiness...
I wonder how my life would turned out if war never happened...
Saddam...
My father been watching TV since yesterday, disbelieving what he's hearing I guess... I have no idea what is it that he's thinking about...
It's official now, Saddam has been executed!!!
Odd enough, something feels wrong, even after all of what he did, taking his life wouldn't make things right, it wouldn't erase the sins he committed...
... 26/12/2006 Food...Dedicated to the beloved all mighty food of junk! oh I missed you so much *kiss*... I will never leave you alone! never *cuddles*...
This what happens when you have food at home for almost 2 weeks after being sick! *sniffs*:
Noor says: So, it went like this… As I was coming back from the holy lands of our beloved client (I went there today, TWICE!, I'm telling you they're taking revenge of my sick off days) I got a call from Sanad, who's hungry like me he was In the raining, foggy roads of Amman, his car marched like a steady train Passing by restaurants, who have failed to attract our hungry stomachs, we finally make it to the forbidden walls of Apple Bees The walls were thick, and almost impossible to find a bright of light in the other side, we thought But god had yet another surprise for us, a man, comes from the other side, and pulls the door for us "Welcome to apple bees", he smiles, our presence makes him happy She says: Noor says: I should write that down in my blog!! Note: Pic taken from my Cell Phone Archive, Convo taken from MSN! 22/12/2006 Noor's 2006 (Edit)A week passed, and I seriously didn't think that I'll be editing the list of 2006
The year still holds some surprises to me it seems :)
Now I go back into being bored and sick!! *cough cough* 17/12/2006 Noor's 2006Yup, according to the rules, I should be writing a list of my accomplishments during the past year...
So, with no further introduction, I present you Noor's 2006:
Was it a good year... the question remains? I say it was a good year... made me smile Now that you have read my list, it's time to write down your own list ;) 25/11/2006 Egypt... |
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