Taintlessness' Journal

2007-10-15T23:52:00.001-07:00

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2002-12-26T10:19:00.000-08:00

Testing if this is working or still stuck.

2002-12-25T09:42:00.000-08:00

Check this out: www.taintlessness.com

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

2002-12-17T12:05:00.000-08:00

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

2002-12-12T15:11:00.000-08:00

2002-12-11T04:46:00.000-08:00

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

2002-12-08T23:22:00.000-08:00

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.

2002-12-05T23:32:00.000-08:00

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.

2002-12-05T15:49:00.000-08:00

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

2002-12-01T14:18:00.000-08:00

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

2002-11-28T16:02:00.000-08:00

For a change this is part of another book I'm trying to write, titled 'The world from my point of view' :

I think people don’t trust any judgment by a person when it comes to something he does, or something he has. For example, a person’s look or voice, and that is because of very reasonable reasons. That is a person always looks at himself through a mirror, which reflects the right side on the left and vice versa, so if he judges his look it would be unreal, because people see him in a different way. About the voice judging, it would be wrong too because a person can hear his voice through his ears, like other people, and through an unseen canals between his mouth and ears from the inside. And from that people lost their trust in the judgment of a person to anything he has or does, like his writing, singing…

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It’s so amazing how different guys and girls are, for example, in school’s classrooms the most popular person in a guy’s class would be the meanest, toughest, laziest, the most irresponsible guy of the whole class and he has to be a big troublemaker otherwise he won’t qualify. On the other hand, in a girl’s classroom, the qualifications that would make the most popular girl are being beautiful, smart and funny. So you see how things contrast between guys and girls.

So what do you think.

2002-11-26T08:12:00.000-08:00

Ok, here is, as promised, Chapter four. I'm much better now, thank god, thanks for all your good words. Hope you like this chapter, though it's short.

Chapter Four

Getting Acquainted

Sager woke up, with a weird sense of verve that usually did not come in the morning. For a few seconds he thought it was all just a dream, was he really in Paris? Of course he was, how silly of him to doubt that. He was refreshed and he was ecstatic, and those feelings doubled when he opened the veranda and the cool air caressed his face and his eyes caught the beautiful dawn with the Eiffel tower in the horizon. What a beautiful day it would be.

He was determined today to figure out how to use the Metro and further explore the magnificent city. So he got dressed in a very casual clothing, jeans, t-shirt and a sweater. He also took with him a guidebook that he bought a couple of weeks ago, and off he went.

He was not in a rush, he walked slowly and he was consulting the guidebook, reading the page that explained how to use the Metro. He learned that he could buy ten tickets for a very cheap price if he would ask for the carnet ticket. And so he did. With the tickets in his hands, he consulted the guidebook again. Where shall he go today?

Figuring out how the map worked would be a piece of cake for Sager, because he had used the underground system in London when he went there a few years ago, and luckily the Metro of Paris was no different. But, still, where to go? He was anxious to see everything all at once, but that was certainly impossible.

He felt like going to the movies, yes that was a good idea. He’d read in the guidebook that the biggest cinema theater was La Rex. After looking at the map for a few seconds, he had set his path that would lead him to the nearest station to the theater. So, his journey had begun.

He had to change the metro train once to reach his destination. The exit of the station led right to the cinema theater, but to his shock, the titles of the movies were all in French. So he went directly to the person working at the theater entrance and asked him.

‘Bonjour,’ Sager greeted.
‘Bonjour.’ The usher answered.
‘Vous parlez anglay?’ He asked the usher right away.
‘Yes, can I help you?’ He spoke in clear English, yet with the infamous French accent.
‘Are those movies in English or in French?’
‘They are all in French Sir.’
‘Oh,’ Sager said in dismay, ‘OK. Do you know where can I find a cinema theater that would show the movie in the original language?’ Sager inquired.
‘You could try the cinemas on the Champs, Sir.’ The usher answered him.
‘Thank you, Merci.’ So, he left La Rex.

He decided to walk a little bit instead of taking the Metro again, straight to the Champs. Sager walked and walked and walked, until he could walk no more. He thought, at this rate he would loose a lot of kilograms in no time. He had walked for two hours; he had seen a lot of monuments that he’d seen in the guidebook, such as, George Pompidou, and the very famous from Victor Hugo’s novel, Notre Dame church. Finally he took the metro and decided to go to the Champs. He consulted the map in the guidebook one more time, and he continued his journey.

2002-11-18T00:06:00.000-08:00

Yes, I know that I have not been around lately. I also know how late this update is, Sorry, I had no time for anything. You know how everything in Ramadhan is different, things you used to do almost everyday, you hardly ever do them when Ramadhan is here. Weird huh?

Anyway, I'm here now, aren't I? So, where did we leave things, yes, Chapter three, it will be in the end of this post. With an addition that was not posted on Banoota's Chatbox or on e3ashig's forum. Chapter 4 inshallah will be written as soon as I have time. But it is underway.

Today I came back early from work, sick-leave. Very weird thing happening to me. I have a sour throat, I cough, my nose is running, head-ache, pimple on my neck, and other things all happening at once. In return I only got today off, weird world. I feel so fatigue and weak, and I was given a whole cabnet of medications, but I will inshallah continue my Fasting. But I better go off to bed, so here is the chapter, and await chapter four soon.

Here is Chapter Three.

Chapter Three

Première Expedition

He walked into flat number 1404. It wasn’t so bad, in fact, it was good. He thought he would get a little room, but it was more than just a room. It had a living room, a kitchen, the bedroom, and very oddly, two bathrooms. One was just a toilet, and the other one was just a shower. Why didn’t they make it just one? He was clueless.

It also had a balcony; so he opened the door of the balcony and stepped outside. What a great view. Clearly he could see the Eiffel Tower in the distant, oh and what was that on that far hill over there? Saint Mantomeret, as he’d read in some book. It is the highest point in Paris; indeed it was, where you could see the whole of the city from there.

Sager said to himself again, ‘I am in Paris.’ It still seemed like a dream to him.

He took a quick shower and he went out to explore the city. He asked the receptionist about the whereabouts of the nearest metro station, and though she spoke little English, he understood her and off he went.

He followed the directions he was given, and, eventually, he got there. The station was about seven minutes away on foot. On the way he continued to observe his surrounding environment. How lovely it all seemed. He was in love with the city already.

He reached the metro station, which was called La Défense. He discovered that this station (Gare in French) was one of the largest in Paris. It had the start of line one for the Metro System, RER A, a very big bus station and a train station as well. It was basically a key point in the transportation system of the city; in other words, he shouldn’t worry about transportation anymore.

He was told that the best way to get around in Paris was by using the Metro. The taxis were too expensive; the bus makes too many stops. Plus taxis and buses get stuck in traffic jams, which was very common in Paris. The RER was better for destinations outside of the city. The metro was fast, its network covered the whole city and it was cheap, hence, it was the best. Learning how to use the metro however was a little confusing at the beginning, but after few minutes it all started to make sense. It was as easy as pie.

Nevertheless, he did not want to start using the metro yet. Instead, he wanted to explore the neighborhood on foot. Check what interesting things were near by. So he abandoned the station and took the escalator that would take him outside. Wow, directly he was in front of that famous building: La Défense Grand Arche. It was huge, to the extinct that you could fit the whole of Notre Dame Church inside it. It was an extremely fascinating fact he had read.

He was standing in front of the building, and it faced this big pedestrians’ spot. The spot was in the center of other very tall buildings. What a great place, people were sitting on wooden benches, children playing around, tourists taking pictures and shooting with their video cameras. Sager wished he brought his own cameras. Never mind, though, surely he would come again, soon. What was that huge building on his right, was that a shopping mall? Yes it was. He directly headed to check the mall out.

It was a three-leveled mall, such a grand place. He got tired of walking really quickly; back at home he hardly ever walked anywhere. The car was always available. There was no reason to walk, and even if there was, it would be too hot to actually do it. So, he wanted to rest a little bit, but he didn’t. He wanted to make the best out of his day; he wanted to see more of the city. So he left the mall to further delve into his neighborhood.

He walked and walked and walked; yet he was nowhere near anything interesting. There were buildings and more buildings everywhere, wherever he walked. He got tired of this, not to mention how tired he got. He had been walking for two hours heading to nowhere he would want to be. He didn’t even know how to get back to the metro station.

He sat on one of the wooden benches that were there for a while, before making up his mind: The hell with the neighborhood, I want to go to the Champs-Elysées. So he stood up on the pavement and wanted to hail a taxi. Whenever he saw a taxi coming, he waved at him, but even though they were empty, the taxis did not stop. After fifteen minutes of failing to stop one he gave up.

What a great luck, getting lost on the first day in Paris. C’est la vie. Indeed, that was life. Wait a minute; there was a bus stop over there. What has he got to loose? He went to it and waited for the bus, and soon enough the bus came. He hopped in, paid the bus driver, and sat down. Where was this bus heading, he had no clue. Certainly he thought, it would end up somewhere better than where he was now. He decided to get down the moment he would see something familiar.

The bus kept stopping at every bus stop, yet Sager still had not seen any familiar sights. Few minutes later, the bus stopped, and everyone got out of the bus. The bus driver waved to him to get off, while speaking very fast in French, that Sager hardly understood anything, but he guessed that this was the last stop for this bus. Why not ask the bus driver where was the Champs-Elysées? So he did, with what little French he knew. The bus driver kept pointing in different directions that Sager was lost already, but he managed to ask him about a Taxi. The bus driver acknowledged his question and asked him to hold on. Then he went back to his driving seat and accelerated ahead.

Moments later, the bus stopped in front of a parking that had three taxi cars waiting there. Yes, a taxi station. He got off the bus, after throwing a lot of Merci’s towards the driver thanking him for such a great much-needed help.

He walked to the taxi, got in and uttered the name of the most famous street in France. The Champs-Elysées.

At last, the sights became recognizable. The taxi’s fair was unreasonably expensive compared to taxi’s back home.

A wide street, it was, with cafés more than you could count. Not to mention cinema theaters, designer stores, a few banks and a number of embassies. What a unique combination that you hardly ever see anywhere else. The infamous Champs-Elysées was amazing but the great thing didn’t come from those things that occupied that famous street, instead the things that are making the Champs what it is, are the people that are marching on both sides of it.

The place is crowded all the time, Sager found this extraordinary. The street was filled with cars and the pavements were swarmed with people, it was amazing. He walked and walked until he got tired. So, he sat down at the Hagen Dazes place. After ordering a crème and cookies two scopes ice crème. He just loved it, but he had to go back to the hotel early, after all it was his first time on the streets. He surely didn’t want to be lost in Paris at night.

He was certainly not disappointed with his first day. Tomorrow is a new day, with new potential places to visit and new monuments to be discovered and explored.

Alone in the dark, Sager was lying on the bed. His thoughts were whipping the insides of his skull. How ironic it was, to be in the city of romance, totally, alone.

2002-11-02T08:59:00.000-08:00

I'm extremely busy, finally started work, and it's no fun at all. Still things are going great sport-wise. Roma won Real Madrid, Al Ain won Al Wahda in a great match. What more could I ask for.

Here is the next chapter of the story:

Chapter Two

Getting To Paris

On the aircraft he busied himself with reading a book he brought with him. The Summons by John Grisham. He really liked this author’s novels to the point that he’d read all of his novels. So he couldn’t wait to have the time to read this one; his latest book. Still, after one hour he closed the book, put it back in his suitcase and tried to sleep. After all he hadn’t slept a wink out of excitement and he had woken up very early.

Sager dozed off for about two hours before he woke up to the screaming sound of a little child three rows behind him, and even a louder noise coming from the angry frustrated mother trying to hush her kid. He was still exhausted, but the disturbance was too much for any chance of resting. He put the headset on and tried to follow the movie that was on; by doing so another hour had passed. When he took the head set off his ears, it was all quiet again, so he shut his eyes and went to sleep, hoping the kid and his mother would keep their peace treaty.

The hostess woke him up for breakfast, which wasn’t good but he ate it anyway out of hunger. By then the pilot announced that he had started descending to Paris. Forty-five minutes later the aircraft touched down on the runway.

He arrived in Paris via Charles de Gaulle Airport, after that exhausting seven hours flight. He was happy to be on the ground. Though his major was in the Aviation engineering field, he never liked flying. In fact, he had a small fear of flying. The funny part is, this minor phobia had only started after he started his studies about aircrafts and how they work. Knowing how everything works on the aircraft and how many things that could just go wrong during flight was frightening to him, so he was always a little jumpy while flying, specially during take offs and landings.

But come to think of it, his name: Sager, means Falcon, and his surname: Najem, means Star. So, maybe after all he was meant to be in the Aviation field, it seems like it was written all over his destiny to belong there.

But nevertheless, he was out of the aircraft, and he was walking out of the terminal towards the customs. Then after going through the customs, he followed the mass of people towards the baggage conveyor belts awaiting his luggage. At last the bags arrive and he wheeled his bags outside, looking for a sign with his name on it. There it was, ‘Sager Najem FAC’. FAC what was that, he thought. Oh yes, how stupid of him, it stood for Future Aeronautics Company. He went straight to the guy with the sign, greeted him, Bonjour, and off they went outside the airport. He felt so enchanted hearing the people conversing in French all around him.

Being used to the hot weather of the middle east, Sager felt really cold as soon as he stepped outside the airport. He was amazed to see some ladies parading around in skirts. Despite that, it was cold, the temperature was about 12 degrees Celsius and the air was very dry. Not the kind of humidity he was used to.

In a new luxurious black E240 Mercedes Benz, he was sped off to FAC’s headquarter, for a welcoming meeting, he assumed. He wanted to try some of the words he knew in French, but the driver spoke a very fluent English, so he delayed his trials for some other occasion.

From his place in the backseat of the car, Sager Najem watched attentively the country, the city, the streets, the signs, the advertisement, the people and the dogs. How beautiful everything looked, how amazing Paris appeared to be. The dream had finally become reality, he felt so blessed to be there. He observed every little detail that came within his range of sight. Life, then, couldn’t be any better, he thought.

He tried really hard to spot anything that would seem familiar. Something he had seen in a movie or a magazine, but he saw none yet. Maybe a word in an advertisement that he would know or recognize. Or a word that seemed exactly like it’s English equivalent, but also, none yet, except for Aéroport, which meant airport, but of course it was pronounced in a different way. Also the word Parc came by, which meant park as in a garden. Exact spelling of Information was seen a couple of times in the airport, which had the exact spelling, yet again a different pronunciation. Finally he knew why he hadn’t seen any familiar sights yet, it was because the headquarter of FAC was at the South of Paris.

Mr. Patrick Mingen from HR, Human Resources, met him at the headquarter. He welcomed Sager and led him to the conference room. Mr. Mingen offered him some coffee, though Sager didn’t drink coffee, he thought it will be harsh of him to say no. Coffee was brought up, and despite the fact that Sager poured two bags of sugar in the cup it was still bitter as hell. So, he kind of pretended to be sipping the coffee.

Mr. Mingen gave a little presentation about his company. It was so boring that Sager almost dozed off, but nevertheless he kept a straight and an interested look on his face during the presentation. When the presentation was over, they went to have lunch at the company’s restaurant.

The lunch was a two course fancy meal, which he liked none of them. He mainly concentrated on the French bread, because in his opinion it was the only edible thing on the table. By that, the welcoming venue had ended. He gave Mr. Patrick Mingen his ticket so the company could confirm his return flight for him. The same Mercedes had been waiting for him to take him to the place where he will be staying. Sager had no idea what kind of accommodation was awaiting him.

On the way to the hotel, some scenes became familiar, finally. And yes, at last, in the far distant on his right he could see the Eiffel Tower. So his accommodation was inside Paris, that was a relief. But the tower still seemed far away; he must be on the outskirts of Paris. Oh there is that building over there, the one that was shown in the movie ‘The Bourne Identity’. What was it called? Oh yes, La Défense Grand Arche.

Every time the car slowed down, he tried to check the buildings around; trying to guess which one was his destination. Finally, the car stopped. Pierre & Vacances Hotel.

It was Saturday, the 21st of September 2002, his first day in Paris.

2002-10-26T15:30:00.000-07:00

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.

2002-10-25T15:57:00.000-07:00

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.

2002-10-23T16:33:00.000-07:00

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.

2002-10-17T08:55:00.000-07:00

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

2002-10-17T08:19:00.000-07:00

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.

2002-10-09T07:48:00.000-07:00

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.

2002-10-08T07:18:00.000-07:00

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.

2002-09-30T08:36:00.000-07:00

Today is my tenth day in the city, the city of light, Paris. The weather is cold, kind like the winter in the UAE, or EAU as the french call it. Yesterday my friend and I went to Euro Diseny, it is absolutly amazing. We spent 5 hours there but we only saw 3 shows. We will go again maybe next weekend. Am trying to get two tickets for me and my friend to go and see The Swan Lake at the Opera de Bastille. I was told it is very hard to find a ticket though the theater could contain more than 2000 people in it.

I havent really written anything down yet, but i do have few ideas of things I want to write about. Not necesserly poems. No time though. I will get to them though, eventually.
As it is now, I think I will be coming back on the 19th of October.
I am very happy that Roma has finally won its first match in the Italian Serie A, even happier that Totti scored a hat trick. Woohoo.
I will try to keep you guys updated as much as possible.
Please do not mind my typing, i still cant adjust to this keyboard.

I think the french language is sounding more understandable as each day is going by, but still whenever anyone is directing their speech to me, i directly stop them with my much practiced 'Vous Parlez Anglae?'

Thats all for now.

2002-09-24T07:10:00.000-07:00

I am finally in France. Finally had time to get to an internet booth. The keyboard is hard to figure out, the letters are in different places, plus I cant find certain chrachters like the apostrophe so excuse me.

Im doing fine, in those few days Ive been everywhere, yet nothing would be as satisfying as going back. Im not home sick, I just miss the people that I love, which Im away from.

I cant make this any longer, sorry. I have to go now.

2002-09-20T12:05:00.000-07:00

I'm leaving in few hours to Paris. Finally the dreadful moment has arrived. Dreadful because I'm leaving the people I love and care about. It is nevertheless something I've dreamed of doing a long time ago. Being in Paris, walking those streets, wandering for hours inside the museums, being in one of the most romantic places on earth, speaking the laungage of romance.

I'm glad that my arabic poem was liked by most of you guys, it flatters me and might encourge me to post more later on. I will try my best to upload this journal as much as I can. I might also post pictures I'll take in my hompeage, so make sure to check that out.

I wrote this down on the way to Dubai:

You dug up my sorrows searching for joy,
It tickled you with feathers but stabbed with wooden spears.
I'm not made out of brass or alloy, I'm not a toy,
You have to know, that your happiness have been my tears.

Date: 19th September 2002
By: Taintlessness

It's still unfinished, thus untitled.

This is another poem I've written maybe 5 years ago...but this time it's not in the classical arabic.

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Next post will be hopefully from Paris, Live from the city of love.

2002-09-18T16:56:00.000-07:00

I hesitated a lot before posting this poem in here. This is one of the few arabic poetry attempts that I have tried. So what do you think about it? I've written this a long time ago, 1992 to be exact. I was only 14 years old. Back then I've mostly written in the classical arabic. Don't ask why, I don't even know why. Tell me if this is good, so I can be encouraged to post more of my arabic poetry adventures.

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