Saturday, October 26, 2002

AC Milan lost his first match in the Serie A!!! Hopefully Roma would win tomorrow against his rivals Lazio.

Anyway, I'll give you a sneak preview of the story I'm writing. This is the introduction to the story, which I don't have a title for it yet.

Chapter One

Raison d'être


Paris; the city of lights. The city of beauty and marvelous streets. Where cafés are scattered all over it, where people have fun just by walking up and down the Champs-Elysées. The city where kindness still exists between people, where good manners are practiced all the time.

The capital of France, the mixture of the old and the new in a magnificent harmony. The city reeks of arts and artists, for Paris has been and still is the inspiration of everyone who ever set a foot in it. The dream of many others who want to indulge themselves into its atmosphere and make the city their own muse.

The city where you can gaze into La Gioconda’s eyes, the Florentine noblewoman whose portrait was painted by none other than the infamous genius Leonardo da Vinci. The portrayal is widely known as the Mona Lisa with its captivating smile that has stirred commentary since 1504.

Paris the city of love; where you can almost feel it in the air. Wherever you may look you will find couples holding hands, hugging and kissing. Not to mention that the language of romance is floating so soothingly all around, for French is truly the language of passion. The language that has attracted so many people to it, not only because it is the language of love, but also because it opens the doors to the brilliant and rich French literature.

Though he had already read Les Miserable in English, he knew that when you translate anything something gets lost in between the two works. He wanted to read Victor Hugo’s novels, the way Mr. Hugo wrote them. Still that was not why Sager Najem came to Paris: he did not come for a French course. Instead he came for a one-month business visit to Future Aeronautics Company.

He had been chosen by his company, Falcon Wings Corporation, to represent them abroad, not only because he was their best man for this job, but also because he was completely available. He was free, totally unattached to any commitments whatsoever. No wife, no girlfriend and no children. So the executives thought he’d be the right guy for such a task.

And so he left to Paris.


That's all for now, what do you think of it?

Pictures:

http://www.geocities.com/taintlessness/addiction.jpg.jpg The addiction to the series has begun. My little sister watching a kuwaiti series.

Friday, October 25, 2002

Ten days left to Ramadan, and as I was walking on the Wave Breaker in Abu Dhabi, the loud Music from Hilotania Beach, and their beach party with their light and the sight of people dancing is disgraceful. It is such a shame to allow this mockery, while we are living in an Islamic country. Moreover it was Friday. A sacred Day.

Here is the picture, check it out, though it's not so clear: Hiltonia Beach as viewed from the Wave Breaker.

(If the picture doesn't show, like the ones in the previous entry, copy and paste the address in a new window and it will open. It has something to do with the Blogger and Geocities not working together.)

More pictures:
http://www.geocities.com/taintlessness/Friday.jpg Friday Prayer.
http://www.geocities.com/taintlessness/Favorite.jpg My Favorite section of the newspaper.





Wednesday, October 23, 2002

Back, finally. Thank god. I really missed being home, truly there is no place like it. I am glad I'm here.

You can expect pictures, finally I've got a digital Camera. But I don't know, for some reason, they don't show in this page.

Here is the poem I promised you:

'The Reason of Living'

I lie awake thinking of you,
How did destiny take me away?
From my love that is deep and true,
For without my sun, there is no day.

Being in the romantic places of all,
Yet it seems like a haunted space.
I cry for heaven, but does it hear my call,
All I see is a raven mocking me without grace.

Wrap your arms around me again,
Make me feel safe like before.
Calm me down before I go insane,
For, I am shaken and broken at my core.

Heal my heart, be the savior of my soul,
Bring the light, for it is the darkest night of all.
Tell me that things will be fine,
Tell me that you are only mine.

Wipe my tears and choke my fears,
Convince me that our love adheres.
Embrace me tightly and hold me close,
Yet as gently as you’re holding a rose.

Tell me you love me,
I will tell it over and over more.
Show me that you love me,
I will show you the reason I’m living for.


By: Taintlessness
Date: 16th October þ2002þ
Paris, France.

That is all for now......more updates soon. Be sure to check them out.

Pictures:

Full Moon: I love full moons.
Jay Leno: Isn't he just witty and funny?
Football Match: Inter Milan Vs Leon = 3-3
My Friend got a new car: A8 Audi.

Thursday, October 17, 2002

I wrote this right now really quickly. What do you think?

When you look at this void that is inside,
You wonder why in love people abide.
Why they uncloak their emotions to the tide,
When they should run, take cover and hide.

For pleasing times seem to come in short doses,
Like a vast field with dead trees, and few roses.
And when your loved one is away, oh what pain it causes,
It darkens your days and bleaks your nights; so is it worth this?

The answer is:
Every single moment, of love, that is.

By:Taintlessness
Date: 17th October 2002
Finally the time for me to leave Paris has come. So did the inspiration to write a poem. Yes, finally Ive written a poem, but on my laptop, so I will post it when I go back to the UAE. So I hope you will like it.

Tomorrow I am flying out of here, so I will be there after midnight. So I guess my next post will be from there inshallah.

See you from there.

Wednesday, October 09, 2002

It was amazing. The best show thing I have ever seen by far. If I had more time here I would have love to see it again, but I will be quite occupied these last few days. I am finally sure that my flight is on the 18th. Finally.

About my new writing, its a story aboyt a guy in Paris; so far Im in the third page.

Thats all for now.

Tuesday, October 08, 2002

I have ten days left in paris. I have already made the plan of how I will spend those days in here. Sorry I have not updated this in awhile; but I hardly had time for the net, plus this cafe closes on the weekends.

But I have been writing, and soon inshallah you will see it posted in here. Not a Poem, weirdly i was not inspired to write a poem, but i was inspired to write something else. How Odd.

Tonight I am going to the Opera, The Swan Lake. Finally booked and I am so in the mood for it. I am even going to dress up for the night. It feels great.

Thats all for now; I will tell you how it went when I log on next.

Thats all for now. Pardon moi.