Anna Bessonova

Anna Bessonova, one of my favorite gymnasts ever. She has a million magical performances. However, the one performance that, in my opinion, was the most enchanting is her entry in the Olympics 2004.
I remember I was in a hotel room deadly bored and freezing. Keeping myself warm under the cozy blanket I was watching the gymnastics back in 2004 and that’s when her turn came and I got so excited. Not only was I happy to see her perform but the song she chose is one of my favorite, as well. I mean come on, who doesn’t madly love “My All” by Mariah Carey.

Here’s the video for you to enjoy…

And oh, in 2005 she also performed for the Swan Lake Gala and I don’t think I need to talk about how amazing that piece of music is…. Let alone Bessonova’s marvelous performance.

This video is from the Swan Lake Gala:

Decision Making

Here’s how I look at it: To decide is to double click on a subject and just get into it, whereas to be reluctant is to right-click on it and rove around the options.

Yes, decision-making is not easy at all. But it doesn’t have to be a pain. A good decision-maker is not one who never makes a false decision. Not at all! A good decision maker is one who knows how to “never regret” their actions. Yet, most importantly they should “never show” their disappointment with their very own decision. People never know what tomorrow holds, and likewise, they never know what’s behind each and every door.

So, decision-making is like gambling of some sort, but is it? Not completely and here’s why:

Not all decisions are yours to make. Wherever you are and whatever you believe in, be you a child, an adult, a Muslim, a Jew, a teacher, an athlete, an actor, a writer or a dancer; there will always be a set of either or both written or non-written rules to which we all abide. If you’re smart, you would take a daring step approaching your goal through a decision you make which abides to the written and unwritten rules. But at the same time your decision has to smash all the other decisions around it and speaking from a marketing perspective, that’s the way to success and that’s the route leading to exclusivity.

Here is a smarter thought: Can you function in such way that complements and supplements others’ functions but still be so exclusive in your own frame of uniqueness?

So are all decisions directly yours to make? No! But can they indirectly be totally yours? Well, Let’s just say that your capability of completely being in control over the stirring wheels really depends on how smart you can be in driving.

If you were a sailboat.

I'm in love with this song.

Katie Melua is in deed amazing. All her songs are classy and deeply meaningful.

As to this song, something about the lyrics is just so special and intriguing.

XX enjoy XX

First Impression Vs Facade

For every person you meet for the first time, there is that first impression that carves itself into your mind. That, we all agree on! Now, very seldom do we ever think of what could happen once this impression changes. You see, this is when enemies become friends or when lovers strip their hearts and souls off all the emotions they once shared with their lovers. Yup, that’s when they put on the flags of indifference above their front doors!

Some wounds are of pleasure. Others are of real hurt and pain. It evokes pleasure when your emotions unexpectedly crash into satisfaction and glee after having been tricked into thinking otherwise. When two lovers tease each other this happens. If “he” teases “her” and tests her jealousy he’s hurting her at first (of course she doesn’t know he’s testing her). She gets angry and swears never to talk to him. Never to trust him. Never to even be nice. However, as soon as the masks of tricking and testing and teasing are taken off, they then drown into a deeper ocean of emotions before they even know it. This extra dose that fills you up after a particular struggle is “pleasure”. In a sense, it combines joy with appreciation.

However, real pain is built up and pinned into the very core of your heart when you feel so vulnerable and incapable of overcoming the “Emotion Attack”. This pain is the result of your reaction to the vast confusion in which you’re locked up. Over doing it is just not smart. You’re not necessarily victimizing nor are you victimized, but the circumstances were just put together to hurt you.

All these turbulences, they reshape that first impression you thought you hated or loved. And yet, we, as humans, cannot help but carve that first impression in our minds over and over again. Somehow, we then miss how things were… Worst of all, we miss how things could have been should nothing wrong had ever happened. But again, we wonder what could have happened should particular truths were unrevealed.

Yes, the first impression is what you remember first about a person. But sometimes, when it comes to particular people, that first impression could totally vanish. That person you met at first is not necessarily always the image you carry in your head. That image sometimes melts into the shape of a painful memory. Especially… if the first impression was perfect. Well, sometimes “perfect” is nothing but a façade covering a pile of crap. (sorry).

To ICE

This goes out to ICE.

Speaking for myself and also on behalf of the “GANG”:

I hope your stay in Dubai has been pleasant. I hope, as friends and family, we have been great to you and made you feel at home and most importantly, I hope all the memories you carry with you are unforgettably amazing.

This visit of yours in particular was different, thus making it hard for us to say goodbye. THE GANG and I will miss you so much… in fact, we are all missing you already.

You have always been a friend but I must say this friendship grew stronger with time. Like I said, now that you are in Bahrain and as you head back to France, you should always know that you have special friends in Dubai who will always be there for you in times of joy and sorrow.

Remember Los Angeles, M0re, Galler, “vogue” :P and all the fun we all had as a gang.
Remember the Indian dance me and Moe performed on that mountain?! Haha
Remember how you ordered chocolate Crepe for your SISTER the last time we all went to the movies?
Remember Pompidou
Remember “She’s too sexy”
Remember “those who must be tickled”
Remember “Miss 3aib”

Memories…

Oh well… They were good days.

Anyway… We are all waiting to hear “THE” amazing news. Best of luck.

Seriously… goodbyes are horrible.

I need a break

Okay...

Eid was not very bad... In fact it was alright.

Anyway let Eid aside... I am now dealing with something very weird... and I don't know where it's taking me. I hope things well...

So now...

I will be away for a while...

so

BrB... :)

... للحياة لذات

OK it's been a while since I wrote in Arabic. So here's my new post... and don't make fun of my Arabic or my philosophy.

للحياة لذة لا يعرفها إلا من عاشها رحّالُ... فينكسر مع انكسارها و مع اعتلاءها يعلُ... هو يأخذ من ماضيه منافعه و كلّ خيرٍ محتمَلُ، ويسري كما الليل فيبدو الليل مرتجَلُ، ولمراده يسعى ولمراده يعملُ، فينسى المستحيل و يعيش واقعه المجمَلُ، كيف له الوصول إن لم يحتمل؟ من أين و إلى أين؟ و إلى متى سيظلُ يسألُ! واليوم عرف للحياة لذتها، فأدرك أن الوقت هو فيها مركبٌ و محمَلُ! يمضي فنمضي معه و تختلف اللذة مع أمواجه، كذلك يأتي درسٌ متسلسلُ

إن للحياة لذة لا يعرفها إلا من ذاق من الحياة مراًّ و حلا! و إن ذاق من المرارة أمر كثير فلن يزد في الحياة إلا مذاقاً. و ما المذاق إلا مزيج مشاعرنا التي وعلى مر الأزمنة قد أمست ذكرياتٌ
و كم من دمع انهمر عند التقاء المشاعر بالذكرى. و كم من حكاية قد ولدت بين الدمعة و الاخرى. كم من بسمة خلدت و كم من جفن قد سهرَ. كم من ضمير قد صحى و كم من عقل اعتبرَ من أسئلة قد أجيبت و من خافٍ قد ظهرا. هذي الحياة كما ألفيناها... و قد قالها من اختصرا: ليس الفخر في حياة قد مضت أو في تاريخ اندثرا... بل في حياة نعيشها و في زمن قد حضرا