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i am staying up now to do some work (am too lazy to explain all this now fa later ba'a)
anyway so am talking to Kareem online... and i have this habit that i do when i get stuck for a reply on msn, i just go like writing gibberish.. (see post title for details ;)) Anyway, so i go like this.. at the same time i am trying to make Kareem understand something and he was trying to convince me with something (2 different issues.. i always multi-thread my conversations :D)
So all of a sudden i go like "Sometimes when am talking to you, i feel this is what you actually hear.. you hear Nagia saying "sdjkhnsdas siefw!!""

anyhooooo, i thought this is a bloggable thought! :D

i am working on a document that suuuuuuuuuucks.. actually the document itself is ok... but the document i am trying to streamline with is killing me... a clear sharp bright deadly plagiarised document! i am so shocked! i cant explain more.. anyway.. we all steal ideas, but there is an element of smartness that doesnt let you get caught!


Yalla ma3lesh! ;)

piece of my mind..

She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep
She no longer cries to herself,
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages,
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing

'Till everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this hate
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
'Till everything burns

Been listening to this song on my way to work this morning.. It's a lovely song.. aside from the dark lyrics, its really good..

I was thinking of stuff to post on my way here but they totally slipped my mind now... Anyway, i spent an extremely lazy weekend... i needed it i think.. I managed to finish NG's book :D it was a lovely lovely read... it had to have a bit of a visual description that made me hurt (he is a bit violent sometimes in his stories) but it was nice all the same....
It was a story about stories, and about songs..
Maybe now i will officially start "I saw Ramallah", and maybe not.. i dont live in a fantasy land, and i wont mind reading something that painful.. its just that i started it and it didnt "catch" me so am not that interested to go on.. I mean i tried Ghassan Kanafani and i liked him.. altho he wrote about politics and pain.. i like Mahmoud Darwish, a palestinian poet who captures all scenes in his words.. but i didnt feel this one captured me.. i will give it a chance tho.. being the accomodating person that i am :D and i will see how it goes...

hmmmm... what else.. kefaya keda for the day...


Ah, last week, on Thurs, Sherif arranged an HR breakfast at Chantilly for all the HR dept, and guess what, they asked me to join.. me and Wael -company president- (i dont write full names to reduce the google-ability! ;)) anyway.. so i was telling SA that i now belong in the "friends of HR" club.. aslan i stayed longer in the dept than any of the girls present there now, so i think i earned the honorary degree :D

one last note, i noticed that the comments area of my posts is designed mainly so that my humble readers exchange comments among each other with no referance whatsoever to the witty post by me :D

Cheers,
N.

Just because..

"You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it looks convincingly clear, too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not on the clear surface of your ideas, but you have already sunk deeper, into darker regions, so that one only thinks one has been given all your thoughts, one only imagines you have emptied yourself in that clarity. But there are layers and layers -- you're bottomless, unfathomable. Your clearness is deceptive. You are the thinker who arouses most confusion in me, most doubt, most disturbance."
~Anaïs Nin, August 1932 "Henry and June"

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic —in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
~ Anaïs Nin, March 25, 1933

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
~ Anaïs Nin, July 7, 1934

I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.
~ Anaïs Nin, "Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes" Under A Glass Bell (1944)


(She is a French-American woman writer, born in my month but almost 80 yrs before me... funny how her writing seems so much modern :D)

Anansi, my new friend...

I saw it on display.. It was one of a kind, so i kept following it with my eyes everytime they change its place lest someone else would get it before me.. it was the end of the month and the financials were rough, so i didnt have what it takes to make it all mine.. Duke & Meyo wanted to get it to me but proudly i refused and waited....

Finally, it is mine..... Neil Gaiman's "Anansi Boys", the one copy that was in Virgin.. a lovely dark blue hardcover...

To get an idea of how i like this book, i even loved the dedication.. am in Chapter 3 now and it keeps getting better :)

I will only quote the dedication here:

"You know how it is, you pick up a book, flip to the dedication, and find that, once again, the author has dedicated a book to someone else and not to you.
Not this time.
Because we haven't yet met/have only a glancing acquaintance/are just crazy about each other/haven't seen each other in much too long/are in some way related/will never meet, but will, I trust, despite that, always think fondly of each other...
This one's for you.
With you know what, and you probably know why."


yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! my patience has paid off... Neil has finally dedicated a book for *me*!

"With you know what, and you probably know why." for me was "With eternal awe and admiration, because you're worth it" ("Because am worth it" like the L'Oreal beauty campaign)

searching on google, i found MANY ppl who blogged the fact that they liked this particular dedication because it doesnt go like "this is for the readers or the fans or whatever"..

I would luv to attend a book signing once for some writer i like... please?