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I just watched the James Bond movie, Die Another Day. It was ok, not like the other bond's movies though, for a change. Not a big change, though.

Sometimes in life, you feel alone. Completly alone. Like there is no one else in the world. And if there are, you are not aware of them. You even ignor sometimes the company of the sun by day, and the moon at night. Even the stars seem distant and far. Not like spectators to what you do, but as people who have turned their backs to you. Sometimes you only feel that you are fulfilling the space you are in, nothing more, but maybe even less. Sometimes you can't hear your own words that are going inside your head, you've shut the whole world outside, including yourself. So you've become totally alone. So you lie there on your bed, while depression creeps slowly inside, and starts eating at you. On the brinks of madness, it is true, as there is a thin line between love and hate, there is an even thinner line between sanity and insanity. You have to keep reminding yourself that things will change, that you couldn't possibly live alone all your life. There ought to be someone out of the six billion people on the face of this earth, that will give you a bit of their time. Invite you into their life and possibly be a part of it, someday.



Resurrection

Resurrected, at last,
Rising from the tombs of the past.
Reborn, to stir up the long forgotten,
Revived to haunt the secrets within.

Think about all that you ever did,
Think about the words that you have said.
Torment is near and so is anarchy,
Turning your wisdom into insanity.

Await the innovation that is coming ahead,
Attain the reality that it will embed.
Assure yourself of the cruel pain,
Amongst the joy of being utterly sane.

Days will drag on and on,
Demons will whisper until dawn.
Dreadful incidents will repetitively occur,
Drenching your body and your vision will blur.



Date: 19th December 2002
By: Taintlessness

I know I haven't updated the blog for awhile, but it's only because I've been busy with work and the new domain and all. So you must excuse me.

Ok, now that I'm forgiven...How is everyone? I hope that everyone is fine.

Everywhere you go nowadays, it looks very weird, all the shops are decorated with Christmas lights and trees and stuff, while in Eid or Ittihad day, there were none. Ironic.

Prognosis

This is my life that you presaged,
The pain and anguish you had signified.
But I thought it was just an imprudent forecast,
But it was true, and I was diminished with a blast.

Clueless as to how you achieve,
To know beforehand the aching grieve.
How you predict each tormenting throb,
So painful that I feel my heart will stop.

Have I been cursed by your evil eye?
That changed the mirth into a cry.
You stole my marrow and I was petrified,
You added sorrow and left me mystified.

Have you bewitched me to loose my helm?
And be the ill-fated hero in this tragic film.
So that I live like the dead, but at the utmost fear,
That you’ll say a word, and death would be near.


Date: 18th December 2002
By: Taintlessness

The previous picture and this one, were taken somewhere on the way to Al Sele3, the border of Saudi Arabia, but it's not on the main road, I made a wrong turn somewhere, and I was shocked. This mosque looks very weird. Don't you think?

I think that this belongs to H.H. Shaikh Hamad bin Hamdan, you know the Rainbow logo.

Here is a poem I've just written:

'My Heart'

Why are you beating this hard?
I asked my heart.
For you’re just a lump in a silly Bard,
You think your luck will change for such a rant?

Why are you beating so fast?
I asked my heart.
Have you forgotten the past?
The cruel pain that ripped you apart.

Think of the gloomy hours,
That you thumped alone.
Think of the shrivels and cowers,
Rapt between your cry and your moan.

Caged in bones, yet you’re free in mind,
Completely alone yet with others you bind.
Filled with blood, yet you’re not revived,
Shamed with dirt, yet you have your pride.

Think of the nights, dark and gray,
Think of your dreams, victim and prey.
And one day you’ll turn to stone or clay,
And the moment will come when I will die, one day.


Date: 11th December 2002
By: Taintlessness

Can you believe that this shot I took myself here in the UAE. We have a pyramid in the country and I didn't even know about it.

This is the rest of Chapter four:

He decided to take just a quick look at the louvre Museum. He promised himself, that he will sustain himself from going inside today, just a sneak peek at the glassy pyramid of the Museé de louvre.

There were few metros that were scattered around the museum, but he had chosen Louvre-Ravioli Metro station, he liked the name of it. When the metro train finally arrived at that station, Sager was just amazed. The platforms of the metro were different from the few stations he’d seen so far. They looked like a part of a museum- the louvre. It had few stands with historical pieces behind glassed panel to keep the spectators from touching the pieces. Plus the lighting of that station was so relaxing and calm, Sager almost felt like he was really inside the museum, already.

He started looking at the pieces on this side of the platform. Very slowly, he was looking closely at what it seemed to be a very old vase. Probably from the old Roman Empire times which was very much a fascination for Sager. He always believed that if he’d been born in that era, he would’ve invented something. All the good inventions had already been invented just because they were on earth first.

He’d always paid attention to details in anything that would come in front of him. Sager had a strong belief that paying attention to details would make you understand better the big picture. That was why he spent a whole minute on each piece on that platform. After he was done with all the pieces on his side, he decided to go to the other side to check the pieces over there. So he had to walk through the hallways of the station, following the signs until he reached the other platform, and it was very crowded. That was when the metro train on this side came along, and the whole mass of people got on that train, after a whole bunch of people got off it. The people who got off the train hurriedly walked off the platforms headed for the street.

So there he was, Sager Najem, the tourist, totally alone on that platform. Who would’ve guessed that you could find something as rare as a black rose, thousands of miles away from the place, which you call home. Destiny will always act in a enigmatic unpredictable way.


Awaite the next part, soon.

Eid Mubarak to everyone, hope you have a wonderful Holiday. Treat yourself to seeing Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

Finally I've written a poem. Let's see if I still have it in me:

The Puzzle of Life

If you search through my memory,
You’ll witness the misery,
You will enjoy the symphony,
You will sure see,
The chaotic harmony,
That led you to me.

So as you have seen,
My shattered dreams,
Turned out to be,
More than it seem.
For in the end,
We came along,
And we turned out to be,
More than just a team.

You go on with your own pace
And Life pulls you in,
And draws on your face,
So you’d cry with a grin,
Or dance with a frown,
Whether you’re up or down.

Life is a mystery,
My aching melancholy,
Turned out to be,
The thing that led you to me.


Date: 1st December 2002
By: Taintlessness