Tuesday, January 27, 2009

In Love they said - Elizabeth Barrett Browning


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! —and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861), English poet wrote Sonnets From The Portuguese (1850);


I always loved literature, maybe thats one of the reasons I had a BA in English literature. Yet I never liked poetry, very few would really touch and amuse me but still I was forced to study it and not like it. I have a good collection of books from different eras, the 18th and 19th century work of poets and writers. I never thought of Shakespear as a genius, he was sure talented but to me most of his work followed the same line of the rise and fall of tragic heros.

Since I have given up on reading literature for a long period of time now as I switched to the marketing and branding lane and I am more into that for like a decade now, yet every now and then I find myself starring at the book shelves in my room and wondering what really happened to the old me, I used to love it, enjoy it the most, I used to write analysis about how I feel about certain lines in James Joyce and D.H.Lawrence work and smile when someone believe that Bernard Shaw is nothing but a modern Shakespeare as thats how I used to say it too. Utopia, Brave New World for Huxely and The Waste Land for T.S. Eliot, were just my favorite. I was really so into that, but that was long time ago!

Anyway as I am trying lately to try and buy anything that might make me happy -yeah stupid me believing that this is the way for my 2009 pursuit of happiness scheme-. I came to reconsider the idea of going back to reading literature, and since I have this huge amount of novels, I will give it a try and pick any book without looking at its title and just open any page and read the first lines of its 2nd or 3rd paragraph and if it made me really eager enough to continue I will have it by my bed side so I can grab it easily and read again.

I picked a plain white book without caring much for its title and I found it to be a small collection of poetry from the 18th century, poetry written by women in a time that they were slightly able and allowed to create, write under their own name. I remember reading before for Elizabeth Browning, as I mentioned before I didnt like poetry that much but every now and then I did allow myself to enjoy few lines. I believe it was merely luck to pick up this book and open this same page inwhich I found these lines about her describing how she loves probably her guy, to me I would describe loving my child this way instead, but thats only me. And since I am not in love currently and -uh never say never- but I am more rational in a way now and dont have stars in my eyes, but one cant deny the lines are so touching, coming from a woman who can express herself right is just amazing.

I loved the most the following lines :
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! —and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Well that is just deadly romantic and so "uh" okay I am not going to make fun of it I am too cynical these days, apparently I lost faith in the so-called love and since I am in this condition now its better to just shut up.

Anyway I enjoyed it thats why I am posting it, its one of the best lines written about loving someone.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Buried Alive ...


Have you ever even imagined what it feels like, being buried alive?
Fine let me describe it, imagine you wake up every morning to go to a go-no-where job that you just need for its paycheck and sure to not be another number in the unemployed chart, specially while u did work for a period of time and managed to have few post graduate degrees, beside being a well bred person with a number of good qualities and sort of talented and hard worker yet unlucky.

Since you are blessed to have a car as I guess its a humiliation nowadays to even consider benefiting from the so-called public transportation. Yet due to your daily work destination, walking or cycling is not an option...let me rephrase this properly, due to your country status, walking or cycling is not an option, but I am not to discuss that now. The lucky you get in the car, drive to work for over an hour just to reach office, not going to describe that trip as I guess no one who lives in Cairo would care to hear about it, we all live it daily, complain about it daily, and nothing will every change to it entirely.

You are blessed if you managed to find a spot to park your car in to get to the office and sit there waiting for your employer who is due to the current circumstances and recession is freezing everything. Sitting on your desk you absolutely end up doing nothing for 8 hours but browsing websites that are not blocked by firewalls, or just stay gazing at the celing, doing nothing and wondering whats next...

You know you havent the guts to just leave as currently all employers around the world are not hiring due to the recession ugly phase we are living, actually people are being laid off and you are lucky u still have a place to go to. Anyway, the day goes by as unproductive as the one before it and after it, you start the same journey back home but now its over a 2 hr journey plus 20 minutes trying to park near your place and getting more and more not interested in breathing so whatta bout any afternoon activities, as for God's sake I just parked the damn car.

No interest in anything, no clue whats next, cant leave a lousy job, cant afford risking it, cant afford risking what you saved in such a time to start a business on your own, you go learn something new, you go buy something new, its just fake pursuit of happiness, as what kind of happiness would come without satisfaction. You hang out with your friends, some got news, some are moving on, some are just planning, and some just like you are just standing still.

You convince yourself ... one day its going to be different as nothing lasts forever, but that day is really too slow, I wonder if it will ever come. Now you go to bed in your room to wake up and go to your office in your car, to repeat the cycle over an over again. And incase you considered working out you enter your indoor gym, one full with heavy duty equipments and just a terrifying smell of different sweating odors.

Happy people you dont have to respond to this...its just my desperate depressed me talking so save it.... but you can ask yourself the same question, home(box) car(box) office (box) gym (box) outings (mall/coffeshops = box) where the hell would I find the air......sorry fresh air.... Jobs are lousy, economy is really bad, no need to discuss relationships as thats another thing. No need to mention society, stupid useless traditions, family burdens, responsibilities, no challenges, nothing to be creative for, nothing ... no air

despressed depressed depressed...I am buried alive

Saturday, January 24, 2009

She dont want to get married !!!



No no no...its not as you might think, its not as Natasha Bedingfield song goes...

I'm not waitin' around for a man to save me (Cos I'm happy where I am)
Don't depend on a guy to validate me, I don't need to be anyone's baby (Is that so hard to understand?) No I don't need another half to make me whole
Don't need to be on somebody's arm to look good(I like who I am)
This is my current single status - My declaration of independence
There's no way I'm tradin' places - Right now a star's in the ascendant
I'm single - That's how I wanna be ....etc.

To me its more simple than that or so I guess...
In our age one would need someone mature, not another macho figure, not too emotional neither too cold, someone who doesnt have to share your same interests, someone just different but interesting.

A relationship called marriage in which one wont be taken for granted is not even negotiable, you need someone who you can have fun with and without, who would give you the required space when needed. Someone to be there in time of need, a fellow, a partner, a friend and a lover who is there in sickness and in health as they say, someone who is not only in for the fun and once you are not he turns his back to you leaving you wondering in despair!

A stable serious relation inwhich there is something called mutual respect, understanding eacother needs and principles should be considered, a relationship thats not a copy/paste of our parents, someone who would care less about what the society would say/judge and care more about his own and his partner happiness and good life.

If you managed to find such a one, and divorce isnt to be considered as a valid option as it would be needless, why the hell would you prefer staying single.

uh ChoColaTe

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I am not sure how to react to this but ....

Iran executes two men by stoning

Two men convicted of adultery have been stoned to death in Iran, a rare punishment that the Iranian judiciary says it is trying to have scrapped.
The stoning took place in Mashhad in December, said judiciary spokesman Ali Reza Jamshidi confirming press reports.
In stonings, men are buried to the waist and stones are hurled until they die. Women are buried to the shoulders.
A third man, an Afghan national, managed to dig himself out of the hole, and therefore escaped execution.
In 2002, Iran's judiciary chief issued a directive imposing a moratorium on execution by stoning and it has been scrapped in the new draft penal code which has yet to be passed into law.
Several stoning sentences are said to have been suspended or commuted, and the last reported execution by stoning was in July 2007.
International and local human rights groups have long campaigned for a ban on stoning in Iran as a "grotesque" punishment which is designed increase the suffering of the condemned.

source:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7826018.stm

Ok now I dont know how exactly to react to this... but away from me not being sure that in Islam stoning 2 death those who commit adultery is really required as all I know is the 70 whipping punishment mentioned in Quran, maybe there is a stoning penalty till death for those who commit adultery while being already married !!...no clue! However whats really interesting that they do punish "men" now...huh and more interesting is this shoulder/waist rule when burying them before preparing them to death.

Thats new to me...so okay...whatever !

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

well thats new !!!

An American professor made the intriguing and controversial claim that depression can be good for us. In Professor Jerome Wakefield's new book, he says that medicating depression as if it were a disease stops us embracing our miserable side and so prevents us from changing our lives for the better.

Read below...
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-1123083/Can-depression-EVER-good-Six-writers-share-views.html

Monday, January 19, 2009

Sweet Ballad (OST by Munchausen By Proxy Feat. Zooey Deschanel & Von Iva)

YES MAN - "Sweet Ballad" music video by MUNCHAUSEN BY PROXY



Got nothing to prove, I'm not your whore
You're gonna lose, coz I got more
Not sure you can endure
I'm not your little, I'm not your little, I'm not your little
Whore...

Von Iva: Whore whore whore...
Zooey: Not your late night booty call
Von Iva: Whore no more...
Zooey: Don't call me past 11pm, it won't happen again
2x

Like a scab that won't heal, just another sore
Lost face in the crowd such a lonely bore

Don't call me past 11pm, it won't happen again
Happened once, it happened twice it happened three times, maybe four times, maybe five times, maybe, maybe it happened six times but it won't happen seven times
No no no no no no...

Whore whore whore
Not your late night booty call
Whore no more
Don't call me past 11pm it won't happen again
2x
You could call me at 10.59 but don't call me at 11 coz that's my rule now