amok*

What I can't tell..

2010-04-19T18:17:00.004+02:00

I can walk on the water, and fly with a magic wings..

I can read minds and travel in time whenever I want..

I can turn you into a butterfly, and be the wind that can take you away..

I can travel over the seas as a water soul.. taking secrets in my pocket.. throwing dreams over your sleepy eyes at night..

I can be an illusion, I can be a myth..

I can offer you a castle, diamonds and a closet full of your fancy brands..

I can make you look like a princess, and I will be your servant, help you to wear you crystal shoe..

I can be a hero.. and fight the dragon to save people's souls..

I can be, and I can be..

but what for, why and for whom..

since I can tell you what's in your eyes..

I am weak, each time I look into you in that picture..

I can be that weak, and seek that warm part between the chest and elbow..

There I'll be naked from every single weapon, losing my powers to be on my knees,

there I will feel safe with you, tonight..

Christina Aguilera

2008-11-23T12:23:00.000+02:00

DIVA

2008-11-11T10:59:00.001+02:00

between mystery and passion..
she's living in my world..
she can be my mirror..
and sometimes she can turn to be me.

prisoner and dreamer

2008-11-11T10:54:00.001+02:00

declaration of a missing feeling in a wrong time..

2008-08-14T10:39:00.003+02:00

i wrote like zillion words 3hours ago,
spent the time thinking of what i felt that time..

i couldn't publish them..
i just couldn't..

"i fell, i died, i was like a weak sick shadow of a secret admirer,
i loved your beautiful smell and smile."

i killed myself "here".. in front of your giant beautiful and outstanding existence,
i left you, and turned back to my home, because i am still living "there"..
beside my beloved one .. and the one.

this is what you have to know..
and i wish i can never see your face again..

Medusa

2008-07-25T20:45:00.002+02:00

the way i see her..

for the sake of his (comic smile)!

2008-05-14T16:52:00.002+02:00

a friend of mine on facebook. his name is haitham,
this is the way he smiles:)

the feminine side

2008-01-14T15:58:00.000+02:00

wild

2008-01-07T17:00:00.000+02:00

we meet people for a reason,

some lasts for a season..few, that we can keep forever..

you asked me to stand up to the wall,
you took a white charcoal, and draw a circle around me..
i'm your student, and you played the teacher..
i played the innocent, tried to obey your ego,
even for a little time..
you enjoyed it,
tried to limit my wings with your small charcoal..

i smiled,
you felt my weakness coming out from my eyes..
you continue your drawing and made two handcuffs near by my hands
then you asked me to keep it calm..
and i did..

expression that might come as a signal from my eyes was shut,
and you fixed your imaginary stripe all over my forehead,
i felt it covering that part, where i exist..
where that hazel brown iris took your breath away once,
where i can always use the magic, and nothing but my magic..
where i do live every simple moment..
where i breathe..and where i, love..

u said: smile..
i was smiling..
u said: smile..
and i told you, i was smiling..
then you said: smile..
and i swear i was smiling ..
i swear by the blood that goes away from your veins

and the soul that left your heart..
i swear by the last scene you were watching..
and the sunrise kissing our naked bodies that day..
i swear by the last ray of moonlight
that touched your existence and turned you into a smile before i took your spell away..
i swear, i was smiling
when i killed you..
and before you even think that you can own an angel wing..and make it yours..

i smiled..

wings of thoughts (7) land of "arz"

2008-01-03T11:10:00.000+02:00

.."amok" the god of secrets walked with a calm steps, staring to the lake of secrets, keeping the floating smile, or "watersoul" in front of his eyes all that night..

it's time to leave everything behind, and go to meet "passion", the creature with a purple soul, she's been waiting for a long time to meet him in the land of mortals, far from the lake.
the god of secrets spreads his wings and fly away,
two nights and days, he spent his time flying, resting in the moonlight bed, and continue his journey with the rays of sunlight cuddling his body, shining on his wings.

the 3rd day, he reached the land of "passion",
and met her, the purple soul, she was an adorable creature with an extraordinary beauty,
living in the mountain of "arz", surrounded with a giant forest, full of dark green "cedar trees"
with a mysterious sweet smell and magical wind..

"passion": welcome in my land, god of secrets, we missed you here..
"amok": i've held a deep feeling for you my queen, respect and sincerity, and i miss you too..
"passion": i hope you will stay for long here, enjoy the peace i'm living,
the joy i hold in my heart can be shared with you tonight, and you'll be passionated..

she smiled..and "amok"'s heart beat fast that night..
he went to rest in her private zone, and there they shared many thoughts to remember, hugs to keep their heart warm, and their bodies melted to shine like a magic crystal soul kissing each part of the cedars trees and turned it into light, with a sweetest scent ever.

that passion created by "amok" and the purple soul, it ended with the morning light..where we can watch them taking a walk in the forest..planning for the rest of the day in the land of "arz"..

simply..i miss you.

2007-12-23T19:12:00.000+02:00

..today i was alone, painting at my friend's home..
listening to feiruz's song "7abbaytak.."

you passed by my mind for a while... tried to get u out so i can continue my painting..
but useless.. i dropped my brush away..openned my heart's door, and watched you walking through..

the smile didn't leave my face all that time..
the little few minutes went tickeling somehow..and i enjoyed it..really..

you know what.. or i guess you donno..
i'm gonna tell you something..

and take it from heart to heart..and it didn't leave that place, even when you are away..

it's just.. "shte'et lal 7akyet el 7elween.." really..
i know you are around..and you are reading my words tonight..

so this is it, you go .. "khalas", and i'm going back to my painting again :)...

wishing you a peaceful evening..my special creature, walking around , in my heart.. and not only my mind..

g'night my friend..

..couldn't help it this time..

2007-12-14T23:19:00.000+02:00

..two days to go to lebanon..

i'm sitting in my room, living with every memory we shared for this year..

warm, and full of love..

emotional tonight, i am..

and i'm missing you even before i leave..

you know, you are my life..

and i gave my heart to reach that sweet smile on your face..

i will be missing you..

and i will be missing you...

and i will be missing you..

and, i will be missing you..so much.

looking to those candles around me,

listening to sarah mclachan's song "answer"..

living with your hug...loving your smell..kissing your sweet hands and touching every single part you passed by or sit in my room..

i never told you that..

and i never went that emotional before

but now you know how much i love you.

tears are coming from my heart right now..

i love you like a crazy kid running after his dream..

i love you, like that "model-wood" openning his arms " hal add" like u've said to me once,

and left it on my table..

our Christmas tree won't feel cold this year, even if i'm not there..

i know you will pass by it..

and leave a smile for me..

you are, and you will be with me wherever i will go..

merry Christmas, my black iris..my world, and all the joy that i got in this life.

-sal-

not to keep

2007-12-14T03:34:00.000+02:00

i was passing by the land of quotes, and i read this:

"the true friend is someone who sees the pain in your eyes while everyone else believes the smile on your face.."

well,

i live it with more pride,

i live it with anger

i am the selfish

i am the unstable

i am the one who took back his hand and let you walk alone...

i am no good

i am who i am.

but i have only one question:

"did you looked back into my eyes for once and dropped my smile away?"

it was like, you cut my wings with your ignorance, then you asked me: FLY!!!...

screw you..and who are you!...

i told you i'm no good..i am no good!

wings of thoughts (6) "the farewell"

2007-12-13T10:03:00.000+02:00

sometimes we fail reaching the deep of someone's soul..

and we turn it to take the shape of a disturbed shadow..

but when the talking is done..

we go to blame the geography..

i'm smiling..

the out of tricks human part in me, gave all of his chances..

no more time to waste..

and it's my way now.

this is a declaration of an immortal soul,

that couldn't get through a phase of a mutant,

and instead of reaching the deep down of the lake,

the soul woke up, and touched the truth..

it was just a dream..

back to real,

"amok": " screw geography...you were a shadow, and now you are nothing but a smile.."

"?" : i sent you poems, i wrote you songs flowers, fairies,

birds and fruits. i sent you songs..

this is me...

"amok": i am real...who you were?

"?": i tried to exist in your world, but suddenly i turned a reflection

"amok": reflection of?

"?": ....

"amok": someone lost his identity here..

"?": can you help me to get through you and reach your deep soul..

"amok": useless.. you have no shape..and you will blame and make me feel guilty..

"?": i can take the shape you want, if you like it that way..

"amok": and i will be accused by turning people's thoughts

to what i like them to be and satisfy my needs..

"?": then...

"amok": fade away.. we don't belong to the same world..and we'll never be..

"?": i knew that was coming.."wind on my face will dry my tears"..farewell..

"amok": "smiling"..

"the god of secrets turned back silent to the lake, it was calm after the ceremony was done yesterday night, there he stared to the reflection, and realized the fact..

the watersoul faded away.. and turned to be a floating smile on the lake's water..

"whisper" was there, touching "amok"'s wings, and cuddling his magic feather..

"whisper"(singing): now you know, "amok", why you turned to be the god of secrets..

"amok": yes.. i know.."watersoul"is gone.. and no more secrets to share..

everything was clear.. and the lake is mine ...

"whisper"(singing): sad?...

"amok": ...never...

"whisper"(singing): you shouldn't..

"amok": i know.. i know..

"whisper" kissed "amok"'s forehead, she walked away and sang:

"watersoul, the floating smile.. watersoul, the floating smile.."

to be continued..

a promise before the silence

2007-12-12T14:22:00.000+02:00

..when it's time..
i will hide you in between my scapulars
and the greater coverts of my wings...
there i will keep you warm..
and i will hug you forever.

-amok*-

piece by piece

2007-12-10T15:17:00.000+02:00

"amok"'s song

when he'll go down to the lake of secrets

and turn mortal for one night..

"first of all must go

your scent upon my pillow

and then i will say goodbye

to your whispers in my dream

and then our lips will part

in my mind and in my heart

becuase your kiss is deeper than my skin

piece by piece

is how i'll let go of you

kiss by kiss

will leave my mind one at a time

one at a time

first of all must fly

my dreams of you and i

there is no point in holding on to those

and then our ties will break

for your and my own sake

just remember

this is what we chose

piece by piece

is how i'll let go of you

kiss by kiss

will leave my mind one at a time

one at a time

i will shed like skin

our memories of lazy days

and fade away the shadow of your face

piece by piece

is how i will let go of you

kiss by kiss

will leave my mind one at a time

one at a time..."

-katie melua-

wings of thoughts(5)

2007-12-10T11:12:00.000+02:00

.."whisper smiled", sang her song and went back to her temple, far from everything, from all, she slept in peace while watching the 1st ray of sunlight kissing her face..

on the other side of this world, "amok", the shining star in the sky was melting with sun rays, trying to communicate with all day light creatures around him.. watching, glad, listening to the sky making the declaration that he will return to the lake of secrets tonight, when the darkness fall again..

he'll come to lay down near by the lake, but this time..he should obey "watersoul"'will, and accept to go with him in a mortal journey for one night, leaving all of his secrets deep down in his lake, and turn back before the 1st ray of sunlight, to the top of water, there he'll return immortal again, and forever..

and sky will set him free, to chose between turning back to his real status, the tattooed dark creature, immortal, wild, charming with a dark dark soul. detached from his half white part, leaving his beloved mortal face sinking in to the lake, forever..

or he'll stuck to that part, and come back to live mortal, with white and blue wings, made from snow flakes and icy water..there he'll live forever on earth, near by "watersoul", his friend, and his ocean of thoughts..

in this night, "amok" will be relieved and unchained from all his misery, as a "god of secrets", he'll be the one, and only one who can take all creatures and people sorrows, turning it in to joyful black and blue iris flowers, to be planted near by the lake..

to be continued...

..i was that deep..

2007-12-10T10:52:00.000+02:00

before coming back to my wings of thoughts (5), i just want to share you all this up close and personal fact that happened to me yesterday night around 8pm when i was practicing my yoga session with Kim, the yoga teacher.

1st of all there was the warming phase, with a stretching steps to the whole body, then we entered the phase where everyone will feel his body parts are detached..and i had to focus on mine and feel the little pain coming from the pressure of each movement i'm taking, until reaching the relaxation needed..

after spending almost 40minutes doing most of the exercises in the right way, there was that step when i had to open my legs wide in a 45 degree on the floor,try to get down with my back to touch the floor and lay there for 3 deep breath..

i did it.. and i was trying to focus on the deep voice coming from music played around us in the chamber..then.. i felt that i turned out of space for like 4 seconds..

next step was about touching the top of my toes keeping my leg straight on the floor, and i did it as well, and there i felt the out of space few moments again, but that time was longer, and so deep till i reached the moment i felt tears coming out from my..heart..

i love yoga..

wings of thoughts (4)

2007-12-08T23:58:00.000+02:00

Whisper sang :

' Down did he fall

Down from the holy wind

His wrath and allHis fury turn silent when

One heartbeat have sinned..

& he simply did follow..

Down his eyes gazin'

His ripples he did seek

Down his looks blazin'

Upon the peace he lacked

Home was he& willin'to speak

& his echoes did not hollow..

Up he did float to know him

Eager to know;Eager to listen

A silver silent blue not dim

His waters colored that night

& gave him what he's been missin'

& his fires dazzled between the blue & yellow.

written by "watersoul"

-the one who heard it when "whisper" sang-

wings of thoughts (3)

2007-12-08T11:36:00.000+02:00

..there we go, again.. back to the lake of secrets, where "amok" ran and fly to turn into a star in the dark sky until he can return the next month to the lake.

"watersoul": wait..don't vanish, i have some good news for you, creature..but before he continue his words, "amok" was away..and didn't hear him..

"watersoul" came back silent, holding "amok's" secret between his wavy wings, down to the lake..

after midnight, when all creatures went to be calm through a deep sleep..there, near by the lake.. she was walking, with a small steps, shiny white skin, beautiful long black hair, she was

"whisper"..the transparent creature, full of knowledge and sympathy..

she was singing with her sweet voice, a song talking about "amok".. describing his pain and sadness..deep down into the lake, "watersoul" was listening..

"whisper", with her knowledge, she can give the answer on any mystery or thought they can ask for to solve..as she can control minds, and send her message through the eye contact..

she can never speak, she always sing, or keep the silence..

she went down to the lake, feeling the calm cold water with her white hands..

sending thoughts deep to "watersoul", telling him that his will is accepted from the sky, and "amok" will return before his time, and will shine to be immortal whenever he, "watersoul" will take off all of his secrets, and take them down to the lake..but all in time, and she asked him to be patient..

"watersoul" was receiving all of her thoughts, waiting for the sky to send his creature back, announcing him "the god of secrets living near by the lake"..

to be continued..

wings of thoughts (2)

2007-12-06T14:40:00.000+02:00

..then.."amok" walked toward him slowly.. down on his knees, he looked into the water, and stared to his reflection on the calm surface..

"water soul" spoke again, and asked him to say his wish for this month..

so he can take it with him deep into the lake..

"amok" smiled..

for the 1st time since 12years ago.. he smiled.. and thought to share his wish directly with "water soul", so maybe he can get to see his beloved face again..

"amok": water soul.. oo water soul, i'm glad to hear your voice tonight, see how you turned my smile shine again..

"water soul": smile "amok", i'm here to take care of you, and never let you go sad.

"amok": i wish i can trust you, but i'm here living beside this lake 12years ago, and i never heard your voice..how come you show up now..

"water soul": isn't my lake? -he smiled_ i've been listening to you all that age.. but now, it's time to have a little conversation.. don't you think so?

"amok": sounds promising.. since i have no friends around.. and i need one..

" water soul" smiled again.. and gave "amok" the access to his world..

"amok": i guess it's time to tell my secret now..

and there was the secret, "amok" enjoyed talking, thinking how deep is "water soul" can understand him.. and hold his thoughts to be a good support...

water soul was listening, until they reached midnight..then "amok" stopped n say: " time to go" else i will turn a drop of tear and i will fade away in your lake.. i'm sorry , my new friend, but i have to go, and i will meet you in a month...

"to be continued"...

wings of thoughts

2007-12-05T11:29:00.000+02:00

..cursed by nature, stuck in between heaven and earth..

lost his love in a fight between his kind of dark creatures and humans..he turned half tattooed and half white, holding his beloved heart in his body, living with a dark soul for ever..

12 times a year, once a month, when the moon fails and disappears, amok, the creature, can shows up, walking slowly near by the lake of secrets, holding a wish in his hands, to throw it down in to the lake..sadly, waiting for his beloved one to shows a reflection on the lake's calm water...

there, you can always listen to that sad music, playing all around.. reminding him by his lost..

and keeping him safe and sound from his dark tattoos, trying to move out of his body to attack any creature can pass by or watch him by chance..

November 2007..like any month in this year, he was walking beside the lake.. taking out his wish, preparing to lay it down.. an unusual exception happened..

he heard a voice..

a voice that can talk only every 12 years..

he said: "beautiful eyes...

come closer, sad creature..give me your wish, and calm down.."

amok looked around and checked the voice where it comes from.. it was deep.. full of passion and caring..

he freaked out, and tried to fly..but before he did, the water soul showed himself.. and smiled..

to be continued..

the wall of confession

2007-10-24T12:29:00.000+02:00

"pieces of his body went through the wall, while he was trying to touch his thought.. then he melted in it.."

i was in touch with both of petitescargot and weljin's work..so i worked on the face 1st adding textures and effects, then i added the 2nd element from "creeping" by weljin, and worked on the hair and textures.

the idea came when i was staring to petitescargot brilliant work, and i felt some kind of connection between me and that face in grey.. i smiled, and added it to my favorites..i worked on it today, as i was feeling a bit stressed lately, after facing some sadness around..i lost my cat in a car accident, and i moved on holding some memories..the stressful feeling didn't goes until i finished the wall of confession,sure there is no link between the accident and my work, but i felt relieved somehow..

talking about the wall confession, i really wanted to plant his hand inside the wall, so he can indicate it toward the giant face(which represent his thought).. worked on the spider web effect so it turned to be like a golden stripes all around the wall, and the face looked like it's made with it. this is my 3rd experience concerning this kind of art, mixing photos, editing and composing.. i hope you will like it .

wall of confession: [link]

petitescargot [link]

weljin [link]

honestly

2007-10-08T08:59:00.000+02:00

got an eftar invitation from mobilecom few days ago..
so i went to Royal Hotel, attending eftar, expecting to get some fun watching (basmat watan-a group of lebanese pple who should present the lebanese situation in a funny sarcastic way, and the purpose of doing this always, is to deliever a message for pple about what we are going through for the moment..)

comedian actors start to show their skills one by one..
the thing is, i couldn't get through the mood to laugh, i thought that i got an issue to understand what they were talking about.. but no, that was the 1st time i watch such a kind of (funny sketches) LIVE. the thing is, i didn't find it funny, neither with any meaning..only for a few words (imitating someone from the lebanese political celebrities)..

in the other hand, i was listenning to this words, describing in a way me(lebanese guy working abroad), or the lebanese pple, girls, trying to connect with others. but it was a way far from reality, and the presented image was a bit (slutty) if may i say...in another lebanese way (mam7ooneh)..

what i want to say here, this is not us.. lebanese pple are not (mam7oonen),
lebanon is not a (SHARMETRY) as one of the artists in the play described it.
lebanese pple are not (she77adeen-money seeker).
lebanon is not a reflection of a slutty image presented by (foreign girls).

...i just realised the reason that i didn't like the play...
because i'm lebanese, and i didn't find it appropriate to be presented by such a level of fun..

excuse me (basmat watan)..
this is not lebanon.

al Ghada

2007-07-24T14:36:00.000+02:00

my nephew Mohamed Jomma's wife.

the name means:
a woman, with an outstanding beauty and charm..

i believe she is..

happy birthday dear Ghada, for the best life ever.

with all the respect, Sal.

a portrait by: salem beiruti

and they still asking why...

2007-07-22T14:45:00.000+02:00

He raised with his brothers n sisters, but from the beginning , they use to deal with him in a different way.. i mean, he took most of the caring and cuddling they can offer for their beloved child.. concerning mother n father, sisters n brothers..

He raised and he doesn't know what it means the word "no"... cuz everything n everyone will go for the "yes"... specially when it comes to something he wanted, or he wants to have n keep it his.

He raised.. n he reached the 8 years old, with a good scores at school, he was smart, polite, n everyone loves him for his good behavior.
he grew up, and he always enjoy his parents special parties they made at home, or even those parties with dinner and everyone is gonna attends it.
he enjoyed sitting with those pple around, listening to them talking, laughing , dancing, oh, here i should stop a little, or maybe a lot. he admired the belly dancing , specially when it comes to his cousins(girls sure) showing how they were brave and professional, dancing on the rhythm of an arabic oriental music. he loved the way they moved their bodies, the steps, and the beat.

i can stop it here, but thoughts r refusing to stuck in my mind now...so i will let it go, n write it down...

his father pushed him to go n dance, n he was a kid, he didn't know what was the wrong choice, or the wrong move, he was a kid with his 7 years and a half age, enjoying, moving his body like a belly dancer, and his parents n all the family were happy, clapping their hands to him with every move, n every step he made, getting down to the floor, doing the bridge move, shaking his legs like if he was a son of a, professional belly dancer..

he never knew that it was wrong or right to follow up this things on tv, since his parents never stopped him from watching the old arabic movies with all the black n white dancing scenes included...

he never stopped himself from being the 1st one who attends marriage ceremonies, planning to be the best (belly dancer there), watching every single girl or woman dancing, n when it'll be his turn, he enjoyed watching pple all around looking at him, staring to his fast moves, n he was thinking all the time , n every time they clap their hands, that he did great..

his feminine fantasy to b a professional belly dancer became bigger.. but he never talked about it to anyone, n he never did n takes any oriental dance classes when he grew up...

moving fast to the point that i want to reach..
he's a man now, with a hidden secrets, or maybe i should name it a hidden special secrets, he's living a decent life, with a decent job.

the thing is, when he feels stressed, he goes to his room, putting the loud music, oriental music, starts to dance like if he was a 7 years old kid, imagining pple watching him, till he can hear clapping hands all around.. dancing till drop, till reaching the point so he can fall on the floor, with no control, n it goes with him to cry like a little 7 years old kid, the kid that didn't know if it was a wrong or right to dance like girls, because his parents encouraged him.. and clapped their hands, proud of his professional performance..

my monika

2007-06-14T21:01:00.000+02:00

monika beluci.
my 2nd portrait on wacom.

a friend told me that i didn't leave my artistic touch in this portrait, in another way, it's more like a classical portrait with a fine touches that we can find it done and edited by a filter on photoshop ..
true, and i admit it, i did it on photoshop program, but i didn't use any effects, and i didn't add any filter.

i posted it on my flickr website, on my deviant art as well.
i'm posting it here,
not because i 'm waiting for a cheerful comment(s),
but it's only because i liked it, actually i love it,
as much as i loved her face when i saw the original picture on google web and picked it to be saved in my pics collection.

i loved her hair and her face expression,
i didn't want to modify anything on her look, even i didn't like to change the light direction( as my friend suggested to show my own artistic touch)..i kept her as it is..
and i was faithful to her original details, except for the background, cuz i wanted to feel free showing her beauty.

i can do better? yes sure, or maybe with another picture..
but that was the best for me when i was feeling her face details under my hand
... and i love it like it is.
for me, it's not necessary to change details in a picture, for the sake of showing our own artistic touch, or to declare how professional we can be.

Cheers!

2007-05-22T10:05:00.000+02:00

n he made it, with a big success..

proud of my friend, my bro, and i will drink his toast.

Cheers Ra3d Kawar , congratulations for your(IT) graduation project..

alf mabrouk, and for more success and great job with a promising future in your life!

my 10simple pleasures

2007-05-18T09:52:00.000+02:00

i was tagged by tala.

this morning, to write down 10 of my simple pleasures,

well..lets figure it out here..

1. listening to Feiruz's albums , and not in a specific time during the day. i believe that Feiruz is not an exclusive morning voice, n it gives me a big motivation and good feeling.

2. watching (horror)movie/dvd in my studio, i really enjoy that, and it can replace many outdoor plans.

3. clubbing, though i found it not easy to do in Jordan, because of the (couples only thingi), but still fighting every week-end to get some fun here. i'm a night life creature, specially when it goes to a good place, nice music, and a rhythm to follow.

4. painting, oh i love that, i really really do! it's like when u give birth to a piece of your heart, n make it comes out to c the light.

5. reading and watching Mangas comics and dvd sessions, one of my favorite pleasures. i love the illustrations, as i work in the same field.

6. swimming (in Lebanon), i wish i can do it every week-end like before. for now i can do it once a month.

7. photography! and this is a new pleasure that i found it hidden in me, i realized recently that i can take a good angles(according to some friends and specialists photographers) and enjoy taking snapshots for any subject that might attracts my eyes:)

8. food and the way it should be presented, i enjoy cooking, and appreciate the elegant presentation in restaurants, it really counts a lot for me. in general i like (l'etiquette de la table).

9. friends and communications, selective, and i enjoy chatting with friends, new fellows, sharing thoughts in a good way to communicate.

10. sex, or (making love).

i tag ali , saadna , algird

how hard can it be to illustrate

2007-05-17T10:30:00.000+02:00

www.salembeiruti.com

enjoy..

Cancoa do Mar

2007-05-11T23:28:00.000+02:00

Fui bailar no meu batel
Além do mar cruel
E o mar bramindo
Diz que eu fui roubar
A luz sem par
Do teu olhar tao lindo
Vem saber se o mar tera razao
Vem ca ver bailar meu coracao
Se eu bailar no meu batel
Nao vou ao mar cruel
E nem lhe digo aonde eu fui cantar
Sorrir, bailar, viver, sonhar contigo

"i'm your other side, i'm your bad wicked tattoos..i'm your rage..fuck you..i loved you."

acrobots

2007-04-22T14:32:00.000+02:00

really creative.

RACE

2007-04-21T20:09:00.000+02:00

www.jerashchariots.com

The Roman Army And Chariot Experience.

that was the title of the great performance at Jerash,
the slogan is:" Sit where the Romans sat, see what the Romans saw..."
i can add, feel what is it like when u hold a sword and fight with a Roman Leader;))

it was a long journey, and i really enjoyed it, thought to share u some pics.
enjoy;)

he asked me to hold my sword and fight him,
but he couldn't hold his laugh when i was staring to his serious face!

i'm the hero (with a small belly) :)
(the entrance).

(souk Jarash)

(traditional music and costumes) AMAZING!!

what about some chat before the performance?

(between Roman and Jordanian;)) my friend Ra3d.

on the way to the Roman Amphitheater )))

tired from walking!

speechless!

following the bandits in his chariot.

the great performers

The Leader, and the Story Teller.

nescafe, and you.

2007-04-20T09:35:00.000+02:00

very pleasant to have pple with a crush on u all around,

but what is it for if noeone would be able to say the last word before you go to sleep?

or i'm pushing it too romantic?

anyways.. i already have my last goodnight, the 1rst good morning as well,

i have my love, i have the world.

shine my black iris, have a nice week-end.

and i held my horses..

2007-04-17T10:10:00.000+02:00

" .. we r sorry, we can't let u in, it's a place for couples only!!!.."
PONTE cafe, Abdoun.
we were 3guys, CIVILIZED, and good looking.
we were 2 Jordanians and me, the Lebanese guy.

i can never understand the rule here, in some places, we entered to that cafe-restaurant, around 7pm, for a dinner and shisha for our friend(jordanian) living abroad.

the guy at the entrance, (twink-long hair-far from being polite with his welcome), was staring at us in a weird way like we killed his father and we have issue to finish with him as well!

we asked for a table for three persons, he answered with a loud voice:" sorry 1rst of all u should make a reservation, and 2nd you should have girls with u!"

i really didn't understand the principle of this place, since it should be a cafe with an out door (plastic cover) and from my point of view, this level quality of places shouldn't have such rules, and maybe i might accept the reservation issue but i can never go for the couples only stupid thing.

i asked for the chef, he came to check on what's going between the (twink stupid messy ugly unpresentable welcome guy) and us.
he said: " well, since u don't have reservation, u can;t sit anywhere here, and this plastic covered area is for the VIP section!!!
here i laughed n said: "how smart u r to make your VIP sit under the plastic cover, can u give me please your manager phone number cuz i wanna call him and present my comment".
he was ok 1rst, he went inside the cafe and turned with small paper , notepaper, n he said :" sorry we can't give u the manager number, and sorry we don't have a reservation card number, so on this paper i wrote u the cafe number to call us whenever u want."he ended it with a cold smile from his majesty.
here i realised how i'm far from being in the right place to get my work stress out.. and asked my 2friends to leave the place b4 i go crazy with my lebanese sarcastic way again. cuz i was sure that i will make things much worse than it looked.

we ended it in BOOKS@ cafe, dined, had shisha, and enjoyed the respectful treatment from the staff there.

I love Jordan, but there is some rules i cannot n i will never understand.

the goodnight kiss

2007-04-14T22:28:00.000+02:00

"weird that feeling, when u go strict forward to your bed, n u notice that your pillow is a great receiver to your emotional mood ".

creepy how i turn to the sensitive part..

i drop myself like a black written word, heavy, tired.. n full of meanings.

your eyes inside my head, can't take them out, it feels like a drop of blood, sticky, slow in motion, a stain, eternel stain..

i'm searching for you, n i cut my wings.. many times i cut my wings,

n i swear by the beauty of your smile that i cut them many times..

but i donno why it keeps on growing up again n again ...

n u still wish me the sweet dreams?!

unexpected

2007-04-10T10:42:00.000+02:00

.. he couldn't raise his eyes to look at me,

he said he's feeling ashamed, because of something he did in the past and he owe me an apology..

he asked me to think and remember, what was his mistake, i couldn't remember honestly, i wasn't thinking about his past.. or even the whole issue that he was talking about.. i was looking at him , holding his hand, trying to avoid any over reacting emotional move i might do.

he was a bit buzzed, pretends the opposite.

he insisted to ask me more than once if i remember his mistake, i answered with a negative attitude, no i don't, and it doesn't matter since you are here now..

but he raised his voice, again, and he started talking about it..

"17 years ago, he use to live with us, with his family, wife and three kids.

one night we turned back from a beautiful evening that we spent out of home, and i was laughing, like he said.. i was staring to his little son(5years old) standing by me, waiting for the door to open so we can go inside the house.

then suddenly and without i notice, his little son lost his balance and fell from the stairs.. i was next to him but couldn't help it and catch him before he fall. the only thing i did, was running after him on the stairs, and hold him up, checking if he's ok, he was crying from his fear, but thanks God nothing was damaged.

i reached the floor where everyone was standing, looking at me silently.

i put the kid on the floor after being sure that he was safe, but the over reaction of the father reached the highest level of anger, he raised his hand and hit me on the face.."

days passed, weeks, years, but i never thought of it like he did..true i felt hurt. but i donno the way to keep the rage and have a hidden negative thoughts for anyone..either i face it, or i let it go, but in his case, i really dropped it two hours later..

for sure we met several times later on, and we shared beautiful and bad moments.. but i never knew that he might hold this guilty feeling until he talked, and he holded me to say he is so sorry..

he is my brother.

Impressions in Gleam

2007-04-02T21:02:00.000+02:00

Primal fear, it is
Basic instinct in full parade
Suddenly the strain ceases to grieve
And the honey bees are resurrected
From the battlefield.
How much longer, I cannot tell.
Reconciliation has taken another path
Deviating towards eternity
Deprecating some fluid attempt to colonize the moon
But, in full vigor it turns red in a momentary lapse of rationality
And the trauma ceases to violate the scene
And you fade away
Feel free to disappear
Into the wood
Into the entanglement the howling worships of Hecate
With everlasting ferocity
Extremely tender
And pure…
Two steps ahead,
The universe is still transparent
And your glitters fail
To impress the full moon.
The glares in the eyes
Is all you hear tonight.

Jetho Crowe

kewl search

2007-03-21T11:50:00.000+02:00

amaztype.tha.jp

write whatever u want, u'll find all kinds of books contained the word u'll write.

i was impressed by the huge number of books having my name on cover and content!!!

.

2007-03-19T14:29:00.000+02:00

..you drew a circle on the floor, you asked me to stand up in the middle. i panicked... wish you could use a practical language much more better than limiting my existence..

your smile will never solve the mystery of that positive energy every time you shake my hand.

i know you are the great observer.. i know you meditate and live the nights painting my name all over the wall.. i know who you are.. but why the circle.. are you that tired?!...

3a rassee walla!

2007-02-27T10:46:00.000+02:00

http://www.frayed-ends.com/ , hayda sa7bee bel maktab 3emela :))))) bellebneneeeeee !!(with a team of course-check details).

no seriously check this out and get deeply to this artistic work, extreme opposite side of the DEJA VU and Cliche 3D short movies. enjoy.

...

2007-02-19T13:48:00.000+02:00

violence, parents stress reflection...
if they understand the big mistake they make, every time they raise a hand to hit a face of a child, they'll never dare even to think about it.
building good character will never be right in such way..being strong later will never be learned with a violent methods.
this picture took my breath away when i saw it for the 1rst time.. i won't deny that i have some bad memories about my childhood, but i'm thanking God everyday that i wasn't the beaten child. but i've watched enough violent scenes and i couldn't face the fact of being small enough to fight and defend.
sometimes parents can't see that there are many ways to teach their kids to behave.

wishful thinking-link

2007-02-14T15:13:00.000+02:00

aljazeera
watch the Lebanese gathering for Rafic Hariri's 2nd anniversary assasination. enjoy the show.. i just want to add, that valentine is not only about couples love.. it's a whole concept for sharing. cheers everyone, have a peaceful evening. love, sal.

wishful thinking

2007-02-13T23:49:00.000+02:00

(feb14/02/2006) that day i was there.. in the martyrs place.. holding the Lebanese flag, proud of my identity..

passed one year.. i'm in Amman now.. watching news tonight..two bus explosions in Bekfayya road, (God help those innocent hurt families because it really feel so bad when we lose smne in such cruel way) . thinking of what happened, it was like a warning to all civil people who are already planned to take the bus 2mrw and go to Martyrs place to join the 2nd anniversary for Rafic Hariri's assasination, so they will fear to go..

the bad feeling didn't leave me in peace since the big mess caused by the last manifestation (black Tuesday). and now i feel worry about those people who'll gather 2mrw..in the same time i wish if i could be between them like the passed year..

all what i can say for now, may God bless you all there.. i have only a few words to share with you, a prayer, and a candle to be lightened the whole night..

Allah ye7meekon, w yer7am Rafic Hariri.

Sal.

Cupid and Psyche

2007-02-11T21:28:00.000+02:00

Cupid and Psyche

she couldn't keep faith in his words.. she couldn't live in the dark with a whisper of a beautiful shadow.. she couldn't persists to touch his wings.. she failed him and took her promise away.. and it was all because of her sisters thinking that envy and jealousy can destroy the pure love..

he left her at the same moment she saw his sweet face in the light.

what a beautiful weird myth.. one of my favorites.

trust.. one of the most hard decisions to make in this world.

faith and believe.. so difficult to reach in certain steps into a relation.
transparency.. my favorite.. always and forever.. like a beautiful mirror reflecting pure souls..

tough it's difficult to touch in most of human..

demanding creature, i am..

i always ask for the whole package, and never accept to live in a piece of heart..

some chances might be lost when we can't keep a promise..

so why should i scarify with my wings in front of you, human, just to satisfy your hungry eyes and fulfill your empty soul?!!....

tough world.. human creature...

i will fly away.. and you'll be holding a flying feather.. proudly with a secret to show..a prove, that someday you met an angel...you'll love me, and you'll cry.

2007-02-07T14:18:00.000+02:00

the kiss.(Klimt).

one of my favorite piece of art.

Blink

2007-02-07T12:19:00.000+02:00

Stand up in the light so I can see you naked, either we can dance together, or I will continue my dance alone... do u think melting yourself into shadows will turn my soul attracted to your darkness?!! Well, I like the black, but I’m so far from being a dark creature.
Though the half of my wings is black...

Stand up in the light, face my smile and spread your hands... the lake of secrets will turn quite this evening... the night creatures will miss their god... And you’ll be walking beside me...
Silence can never reach our place; I can hear your eyes singing with million voices.
Stand up in the light, you, and how weak is you... in front of my nature.

Dance, dance...
I’m watching, admiring, smiling... I am joy, and you are my melody in this world.
That was a minute I lived when I saw your eyes for the first time.
And this is my eternal life in you now.

Arial & Comfort

2007-02-07T10:20:00.000+02:00

I got that black pull in a special occasion, well very special, it was the new year's eve in Lebanon, and i decided to be the man in black. I felt satisfied to find the type and cut i want, good texture and simple trendy design..

Spending the whole night long celebrating the new year with my friends was one of my sweet memories that i lived in lebanon.

Seasons changed..n i still can wear that pull from time to time. Believe me, m not a fashion victim, but i really appreciate good pieces, specially when it hold some good memories.

So, few days ago, i washed it, and according to cold weather here in Amman, clothes take more than 3days to get dry.. so i had to wait, either 2 send them to dry clean, or expose pieces in front of the fire place in my studio.. and that was my idea. My friend, who reached my place b4 me last night, decided to drop me a favor and take care of my clothes(the wet part that should be exposed to fire)..

i went back home after a long day in the office, wanted to thank him for taking care of my stuff.. but i found him, a bit over polite, with a shy attitude and pale look..

Giving me that smile and said:"i guess i burned your black pull over by mistake..."

For a moment i felt so bad.. really bad.. took it from the closet just to touch the damaged part, it was burned from inside.. i kept silent 1rst, the pull get burned when he exposed it to the fire place, he was enjoying the smell of (Arial+comfort detergent), didn't notice that it was that close to the fire;)

My friend is safe and he didn't get hurt(l7amdella) and that's what i really care about, i kept some sweet memories about my black pull over, and it's time to get a new one;)))

enno.. shut up?!!!

2007-01-31T09:50:00.000+02:00

i'm a morning creature, i wake up with a smile on my face(i'm not dumb ee?;)) ( and i don't look like sleeping beauty as well). this morning i took a cab as usual to reach the office, n i heard that (feminine) voice on the radio blabbering in a very (ghannouj-mam7oon bellebneni) on the air, wishing pple the good morning. well i don't have a problem with Arabic radio stations in general, as i can listen to all kinds of songs n switch to the favorite. but that voice, pushed me to write now, she said:" i will read u now some sms from Mr-x n Mr-y, blablablabla blablabla, n Mr-x dedicates me a lovely song for Feiruz", n with her (ghannouj voice) she continued"Eeuuwwwhh, thank u so much i like feiruz in the morning!!!"

how far from real and shallow are those pple who think that Feiruz's songs are only for the 1rst hours of day... in fact, what if you try to listen to her latest albums at night with a glass of wine? i'm sure you'll change your mind.. and enrich your knowledge Miss (ghannoujet-el talk show on the radio!).

Polite Sarcasm

2007-01-30T11:22:00.000+02:00

NO SMOKING IN THIS ROOM!!... he dropped me that look (when if looks could kill)..he smashed his cigarette, threw a smile n turned out of the place.

in a while i thought that i made a mistake by obligating everyone to drop the idea of smoking in the graphic dep, and apparently i'm the only one who is objecting against the issue.

well, from the 1rst day officially work, i declared that i'm not a smoker as i prefer to work in a healthy env. and i was glad to c the art director(heavy smoker) taking his break(s) every now n then sharing his "cigarette time" with some other employees outside the dep. but the thing is, today i reacted a bit over when ((A) : a new employee) lighted his cigarette in front of me, and in a serious way i said loudly: turn it off or get out!!! well, it was a bit shocking the way i sounded.. i didn't expect how far he could be calm with a humor sense.. (did i said i was a bit rude?!! well i admit it)..but i considered what happened as a fact that shows how far i can be serious having my right..

anyways, the funny thing is, after a while, he entered the office again, with a giant bottle of coca cola, he served my friend next to me, and turned to stand in front of my desk office, and i swear i will never forget his face in that moment, n he whispered in a very polite( sarcastic) way: masmou7 el coca cola?!!! ;)))

piece of me?!

2007-01-29T10:09:00.000+02:00

would you like to be a cup of coffee, i can have it as a good reason to get drunk and hold my pillow instead of being awake??!
would you like to be a smile, i can paint it on my mouth and beat the Monaliza and her mystery..
would you like to be a rock, so i can destroy my ego, take out my stoned heart and melt it with your breath?
would you like to turn into a nightmare? so i can enjoy living inside your mind, and wish to never wake up like if it's a sweet sweet dream?!!
would you like to be the madness inside me, so i can be reasonable to leave all the past and be a free slave for your existence, forever?!!
would you like to keep silent, so i can feel Karma and Voodoo and all the magic spells in your thoughts?!!
would you like to be the book of Death, so i can paint my names all over your body, and be an immortal creature?!
would you like to be Hate, because i got you in my veins, and i can't love anyone..but you..

nostalgia

2007-01-24T10:02:00.000+02:00

after a long day at work, it was a bit stressful for me to watch tv and c the rest of the news in Leb...well nothing to add about this issue, strike and bad effects caused by that. i needed to clear up my mind, n switch for smtg else, so i met sme friends at my place. n we had a lovely evening yesterday night, 3 of them came to visit me with a bottle of wine, we shared it with a sweet talk and many issues..

after they left around midnight, i was checking my e-mails logging into msn n the same time. i noticed that one of my old friends list was online, i stopped reading for a while, staring at his nickname, and it didn't takes more than a few moments till i found myself in the past, watching from a side view our friendship how it was going, and where we r right now..

as i said before, i'm not a past creature, and i only use my past to learn, and move toward the next right decision or situation. but what i felt yesterday night was a bit different.. it was like a kind of a nostalgia.

he didn't remember me 1rst , but things changed when he saw my pic.. he was shouting like a crazy, missing me, and all the sweet words that we can read from smne considered u a dear for a time u shared.

i smiled, i really did, in the whole conversation i was smiling, he still the same, same words, same thoughts, he just became older, and he started to remind me about the time i took a good care of him while he was in the hospital, and how we use to fight, well we fight a lot, and i said a lot cuz we use to argue many times a day, n it always ends in a peaceful way..a kind of ;)))

he lives in USA, studying there, and come to visit Leb every summer with his mom. for now they r moving to another home in Leb, and his mom still there packing. the thing that turned me calm, freeze in front the screen reading his words, is that he called his mom few days ago, asked her to take a good care of his "thingis", and to b careful while she's holding my souvenirs that i gave him few years ago..

souvenirs r some small rocks we brought from the beach, we paint and draw on them at his home, while we were laughing and shouting..this rocks r holding some of our shared moments together as a good friends, different way of living, and a big big challenge to show the artist hidden part in him. it was a small collection that i still keep the half of it in my room in Leb, the other half is still with him..

i won't go on describing my feelings.. i will let it go for now as i'm sure u'll have enough imagination to catch me in that place where i was hiding emotions and turn a guy in the 20th fool and ego..

i ended the chat, the smile didn't leave my face until i reached my bed n slept like a child after having a warm bath!"

basics can never change.. real goodhearted as well.. that's what i can write n tell for the moment.

good day everyone.

The Big Survivors

2007-01-23T09:54:00.000+02:00

Strike and terrorism...

is that what we call democracy?

I was watching news this mrng, pple in Beirut and most of all regions r refusing to stay home, insists to keep on going to schools, work shops and universities. on the other part, some parties r pushing pple to fight, blocking streets, oils and wheels r burned on the streets and more obstacles just to make things more difficult than what it is already..

I feel bad, as i can realise the loss, despite the stress we r living being worry to keep surviving, i can feel the fear being out of home, reaching work.. and according to the news, nothing is promising that anyone can come back home safe...

My parents lives in Tripoli, North, and pple there r fighting for their work, refusing to stay home, most of them went with a strong strength to the streets, markets, all shops r opened as if it's a normal day..

My father, 75years old, refused to stay home as well.. i checked on my mom from a while, n she said he went earl to his own shop, and he's fine..

I feel worry on him, since i live far from them now, but proud and happy for the big survivor in his soul, and i didn't get surprised actually when i knew that he's working today, cuz i know he won't stay home, as usual.

I have a family in Lebanon, and they r living the bad moments, and the worse situation for now as we suffered enough.. but as a Lebanese, and with a free civilized mentality, i refuse all what's happening today, and for the rest of the day, i'll be supporting all those fighters, students and workers, and the lebanese army, wishing them to stay strong, and back home safe.

Ma3loumat Akeedeh..

2007-01-21T23:07:00.000+02:00

Latifa and Ziad Rahbani, what a combination!

i'm talking about the new Latifa's album(Ma3loumat akeedeh). the style is completely different than what she gave in the past, 1rst of all u may be chocked when u listen to the lyrics, but i'm sure u'll smile, and u'll understand very well what Latifa wanted to deliver for us as a message in her sweet voice.

Ziad, the crazy, talented and outstanding creature, always right, with his songs, music and ideas.

when i listened to the album, and i'm talking about all songs holding his name with Latifa, (with all the respect for the rest of album cuz it's an amazing work), it was like i'm in a huge museum, admiring paintings, and with each song , i felt like i'm infront of a real painting, discribing a story, listening to it's words, and get into the painting..living with those pple, trying to touch them, chat with them, dance.. untill time when i hear Ziad's voice whispering in my ear (i'm talking now about that impressive song-Ammenli bayt) "meshta'a ashouuufak!!! i smile, like smne who just wake up from a sweet long dream, n i enjoy living another experience, watching another piece of art, listening to 3ash'ana.. and the rest comes, and u'll never feel satisfied from the good stuff they offer in this album.

my favorite song is Ammenli bayt, 3ash'ana and Naffad 3abukra is the best, it reminds me by an old song for Ziad (shu hal iyyam elli wselnala..) the music sounds familiar somehow, the story is great, and Latifa's voice is expressive enough to take us to the mood when u can sit, only listen, and think.

"Ma3loumat Akeedeh" is an album to get in your library if u r a good listener, and u appreciate the real art.

Rainy day in Amman

2007-01-21T09:22:00.000+02:00

It didn't stop raining since yesterday night in Amman, winter season came late for January as it suppose to begin from last month i guess..
i'm a winter creature btw, i love rain, enjoying the smell that comes from the mixed mud n rain gives me the feel of the real nature around me.

Despite that i like living all year seasons, i find myself attached to that warm and cozy environment, hot chocolate mug, chimney and a good music all night long.

the difficult part is the morning when i should hit the office! well i don't have a car (for now), and i have to jump fast crossing street to catch a cab, and i will be so lucky if i find it before i get wet from rain and catch a flu!!

Actually, i use to walk under the rain in Lebanon, i was living 10 minutes far from the sea shore, n i can't stop myself from walking toward the beach, under the rain, with a heavy coat and big shoes! we use to do it every now n then with my best friend, running like crazy, laughing, and i remember there was a huge rock facing the beach, we use to run n hide under that rock, admiring foolish waves all around.. but as i said, we should never live n the past, but we can remember the good moments.

It's cold in Amman right now, different than Lebanon sure, but still have the unique feel, and i'm enjoying winter there.. alone for now but never lonely..i just started to walk on a friendship bridge with a bunch of Jordanian friends..and i'm holding a big smile in my heart, cuz it seems like i'm in my 2nd home here.

Have a good warm day everyone, or for the rest of it.

Mariouma w Jado

2007-01-20T18:46:00.000+02:00

my niece and nephew,

i miss them so much! living with them and shared most of times in Lebanon. as an uncle,we use to meet almost every weekend, to have fun, chat, paint, and watch tv at night.. preparing dinner at my parent's home is a lovely experience for them. they have the full sense of humor, got it from their parents aswell. Mariam and Jad r very creative, they have artistic skills, painting, dancing(Mariam), Jad is a big swim fan and participant, even he won 2prises for the summer camping 2004-2005.

when war started in Lebanon, (Anwar-their father and my brother) decided to take them with his wife, and live in U.A.E.. the only way to go there, was to rent a cab, and cross the Lebanese borders, to pass by Syrian borders and reach Jordan. i joined them, felt the fear and shared them their moments of waiting to reach the safe place and reach their father.

i thanked God to have a friend who took a good care of us in Jordan, searched for a small motel, there we spent the night, until the filght time. i accompanied my brother's wife and the two kids to the airport, there was the last time i saw them.. it was on july29th.. i hided that feeling inside me, i was acting, hugging them, and wishing them the safe trip, smiling and so glad that they'll join anwar, as i know they love him a lot.

i went back with my friend, and now i want to describe some of what i felt, actually it's not a feeling, it's a weak point in my heart named Mariam and Jad..i really miss being with them, and i wish that will be very soon.
war is a big monster, and nomatter what we can write, it'll never show the real meaning of what i saw or felt in their lovely eyes when i was saying goodbye.

they are living a stable life, happy, joined a school in U.A.E., and they are planning to visit Lebanon on the coming summer, and i will be waiting for them sure..

1rst day on the site

2007-01-20T14:59:00.000+02:00

hey everyone!
since i'm reading some lovely articles written by my friends, i just got the push to work on my own blog page.. i know i'm a bit lazy doing it, but here i am, VOILA!!!
well, a bit about the a-mok issue, since i love mangas,and intrested in all kinds of illustrations, u know it's not easy to come up with a real character with a self ID. talking of which, i created a-mok, he's a reflection of the hidden part of my personality, (some parts of it sure), and the name means (a-mok: in the middle of the status, hesitating between evil&good).
the illustration will show u the real status of what i'm talking about, as i'm looking forward to read your comments sure.
brief and expressive, that's what i thought of when i named him.
i wanna thank my friends (the arab observer) and (angelico) for giving me the motive to work on the blog page. and don't judge it for now, i'm still new, and there'll be a lots of modifications for the layout later on;)

The Cowboy Hat!!

2007-01-20T14:31:00.000+02:00

well,
this shot was taken at Champions Restaurant in Amman, we were dining and celebrating birthday of a friend of mine. got too much fun bcz of the hat and the cowboy outfit. even the music turned for western mood for a while, i was exited to dance but i noticed something in Amman in general, not too much pple can go with the flow, i mean, they were listening to the music, skipping the dancing part, well, hello?!! the music is on and loudly inviting u to shake your body for a while!!so, i satisfied myself by chating n shaking my ass on the chair, lol. p.s.: red eyes r not mine!! it's only the flash mode!