Lady Breeze

Manchmal stürze ich mich in ein Lied, und dann bin ich da drin, und es ist gut, dass ich da drin bin. Vielleicht singe, vielleicht schreie ich den Text mit, vielleicht auch gar nicht. Und es ist gut. So, und nicht anders. Ganz genau so.

Es gibt sie einfach – diese Tage, an denen man aufwacht, und alles ist richtig. Nicht etwa, weil sich über Nacht alle Probleme in Luft aufgelöst haben oder man einen schulfreien Tag vor sich hat. Es muss weder die Sonne scheinen, noch das Lieblingslied im Radio laufen, an einem solchen Tag; und dennoch – Man wacht auf, und spürt es. Die Bettdecke umschmiegt einen freundlich, auf den Lippen liegt noch der flüchtige Nachgeschmack eines Traumes; und man reibt sich die Augen, streicht sich durch die Haare, und alles scheint einem wohlgesonnen zu sein. Genüsslich kuschelt man sich in die Kuhle der Matratze, so weich wie noch nie, und man lächelt in sich hinein und wird ganz warm, innen drin. Tapsend auf dem Weg ins Bad. Das Spiegelbild blinzelt verschlafen zurück, verwuschelte Haare. Das Müsli schmeckt intensiver als sonst, die Zeitung raschelt; und das Lächeln wandert langsam vom Bauch hinauf, gluckst in der Kehle, springt auf die Lippen und macht es sich dort bequem. Alles ist so richtig...

U N S I C H T B A R

Ist es möglich, dass es die eigenen, wahren Wünsche und Träume sind, die einem die größte Angst machen?

It's not about being Engaged, Married , OR in any Relationship; It's about being Happy, Safe and Feeling Good...It's about having a Peaceful state of mind... It's about sleeping at night without the Fear of losing what you've Got.. It's about Being yourself not Someone Else... It's about feeling Loved, Happy and Understood... It's all about the Right person and the Right time...

Amr Mohammed the Egyptian young man who will travel to space today in the Youtube Space Lab can be watched here live :

I’ve been avoiding this blog for such a long time... my typical excuse “I’m too busy with so and so and so…to write”  I thought it’s the insecurity writing down my inner thoughts…that led me to return to my diaries… but I stopped writing in them as well… It became clear to me that I had avoided writing all along because I was afraid… I was afraid that what I would pen down wouldn’t be as precious as I thought I was able of writing… Twisting my thoughts here and there… I shall dissect my brain on this page and let it seep the page in thoughts… Quoting a friend: “There's no better friend to lend an ear to than a paper and a pen” …  in my case right now my blog… It listens to your crying your emotions and thoughts out loud without criticizing you… You almost touched that dream... But circumstances stops you... that you come to the question “in which direction you should go?” there’s no middle either right or left…  and it’s either right or wrong… So you have to choose betwe...

D O N E :)

!!COUNTDOWN!!

I have been wasting my time in the past 2 hours now, Facebook-ing, Blogwalk-ing, Tweet-ing, googl-ing,.. just checking the world around me.. how dismotivated I’m…but HELLO??! I supposed to be sitting and working on my Web Design Final project or on my Digital Media final project… but I’m not motivated enough… on the other hand, I realized I haven’t been that keen enough on writing in my blog lately…   I want to write… but my mind is so full and mixed up with too many things that I don’t know from where I should start to write. I don't have a specific topic in mind, but my fingers have been craving to spill some words on this blog… to be honest, I have no clue where this post is going to lead us to… There’s nothing better than writing something out of your heart,… filling the page with words of our hearts… I recall an old conversation with a dear friend, he told me: “I always believed that a pen and paper are always a friend who is willing to listen” These words m...

كلها حاجات بسيطة وأد إيه بتفرق معايا أد إيه.. زي إيه..؟ ... زي لما الفرحة تيجي لوحدها زي إحساس بالرضا وزي ما حبك كده وزي دمعة طيبة أرتاح بعدها وماعرفش ليه.. وزي إيه.. زي وردة ف عيد ميلادي وزي يوم بسيط وعادي عدي لكن مانستهوش.. وكلمة حلوة سمعتها من قلب حد ماعرفهوش.. زي ما فضفض معاك بكلمتين.. وف وسطهم أسرح تقوللي روحت فين.. وزي إحساس بالأمان لما ليلة أبات ف حضن أصغر ولادي.. وزي غنوة من بعيد فيها من ريحة بلادي كلها حاجات بسيطة وأد إيه بتفرق معايا.. أد إيه..                                                                                ...

I know a man who lost his parents but refused to be called an orphan. Man enough to love a strong woman years older than him, worked for her and made her stronger, opened his heart to her, shared his fears to no one but her, romantic and was faithful to her till her last breath. Cleaned after himself and sewed his clothes. He was good looking, courageous and fearless. He never judged anyone on the ... ir pasts or looks, and was moderate, open minded and tolerant. His neighbour was Jewish and his cousin-in-law was a Christian priest. Was beaten and exiled when he was helpless and merciful when became stronger. Intelligent, wise and a hard worker, built a long lasting nation out of nothing in the last 20 years of his life. He had no parents, but loved his daughters and grandchildren. His last will was "Be good to women". This man is a dreamer, this man is my Prophet Mohammed, a man worth looking up to - peace be upon him-

"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need."

For some reasons all the stories begin with „Once upon a time“. And that’s just what I’m trying to tell you now about what happened once upon a time. Do you remember, once you were so small that even standing on your tiptoes, you could barely reach your mother’s hand? Your own history might begin like this: “Once upon a time there was a small boy”- or a small girl- “and that small girl was me”. But before that, you were a baby in a cradle- you won’t remember that, but you know it’s true. Even your father and mother were one day small, and so was your grandfather, and grandmother, a much longer time ago, but you know that too. After all we say: “They are old”. But they too had grandfathers and grandmothers and they would say: “once upon a time”. And so it goes on and on, further and further back. You will never reach the beginning, because behind every beginning there’s always another “once upon a time” and we can’t see where it ends.   

Silence is a woman's loudest cry. You can always tell she's really hurt , when she starts ignoring you.   Anonymous

Let’s stop blaming our selves. I know that sometimes it is difficult that one forgive himself for things they did in their past… we keep regretting the mistakes we've made. But do you really think that our life can turn to the better when we are already dealing with her in that way??!   NO it won’t! Everything happens for a reason! We should start enjoying what is good, and turn away from our false, for they are things that happen in order to learn from them… We learn from our mistakes! Living in the past prevents us from enjoying the blessings of the present. By dwelling on the past and not being able to overlook the mistakes of themselves or others, they will rob themselves of the calmness they deserve!

Take a deep breath. And watch him. But be careful! She was behind him. But she could still see his half face. A secret smile, she discovered! He is part of his surroundings. Rather than ever being overwhelmed by them. He has a gentle presence. You almost don’t notice he is there, But you hope he would be. He always carried a camera Around his neck Just for the act of documenting What was happening to him. Who he shared moments with As if interactions with people Were rare and out of the ordinary! If you took a look Deep inside his eyes You can still tell… A Secret Smile! [#TrueStory]

Seriously??! How Ridiculous??!

You want me to tell you all the things you want to hear. What keeps me up at night, What are my worries, what are my fears. It's not that I don't trust you, you have to know that's far from ever being true. Or else I'd probably would have never told you, half the things I normally do. I wear my heart on my sleeve, such an easy way for it bruise. Oh, you have no idea how much I could stand to lose. You're standing right there and I want to let you in. Past my insecurities, my built up walls they're so fragile almost paper thin. I promise to tell you when it matters the most. But for now you'll have to make do with reading this post... © Rana Nabulsi

Silence has its own language… Heart Lips & Eyes Noun of them can speak, because it's only two soul’s communication!

Piano & Electric Cello Inspired by Beethoven Enjoy! :)

Of all the ways we have found to hurt ourselves, the worse has been through love. We are always suffering because of someone who doesn't love us, or someone who has left us, or someone who won't leave us. #Poul Coelho

How is your year panning out so far? Ah, I see what you mean. We're not even one week into a new year so my question was a bit premature. Or was it? Much of the joy, happiness, freedom and reassurance you are due to experience this year stems from developments that occurred as last year drew to a close. Despite how some situations may appear, you are in the throes of an ongoing process that promises to bring fulfillment on several levels. This should be evident now. 

Human perception is a creative and complex process, not an objective one. The brain is not a camera that passively registers the external world or forms representations of external phenomena; it’s not a mere recorder of images and sounds, of tactile sensations and odors. The brain interprets. It brings to bear its previous experience and analyses isolated cases in the framework of general laws, subjectively. Among the many aspects that might be studied about perception there is one that is especially interesting: man tends to find an aesthetic aspect in what he perceives. The human being, when perceiving, discovers beauty or ugliness. People have expressed these perceptions in art and have created images, sounds, flavors and texts that appear to be beautiful and that transmit their own subjectivity to other human beings. The laws of perception have been used very intelligently in art. The artists play with perspective, with the shapes of figures, with light… Leonardo used sfumato to ...

Dear 2012, As for the first day in this year,.. I did nothing expect Studying Studying and Studying.. For the first time in my life I did not celebrate the new year with my family and friends… thanks to GUC! So what did I do? I worked on my Final Project in Media, Worked on my CPS presentation Gazed in the air   Listened to music, for what makes me be alive! And worked again on my project And on CPS Felt bored and   miserable… I actually found out that I have been the whole day long sitting in my room on my desk and trying to focus on my work… Aaah I hope this coming 2 weeks will come to an end SOON! Sincerely, N