Sugar Cubes

You said “I’m gonna buy this place and burn it down,
I’m gonna put it six feet underground.”
You said “I’m gonna buy this place and watch it fall,
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls.”

Oh I’m gonna buy this place and start a fire,
Stand here until I fill all your heart’s desires.
Because I’m gonna buy this place and see it burn
and do back the things it did to you in return.

Ah ah ah, ah ah ah…

You said “I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war,
If you can tell me something worth fighting for.”
Oh and I’m gonna buy this place is what I said.
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head.

Honey,
All the movements you’re starting to make,
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I’ve made,
See it all disappear without a trace.
And they call as they beckon you on,
They said start as you mean to go on.

Start as you mean to go on.

You said “I’m gonna buy this place and see it go,
Stand here beside my baby, watch the orange glow.”
Some will laugh and some just sit and cry,
But you just sit down there and you wonder why?

So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war,
If you can tell me something worth fighting for.
And I’m gonna buy this place is what I said,
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head,
Oh to the head.

Honey,
All the movements you’re starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace.
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you mean to go on
As you mean to go on,
As you mean to go on…

So meet me by the bridge,
Oh meet me by the lane
When am I going to see
That pretty face again

Meet me on the road
yeah, meet me where I said
Blame it all upon
A rush of blood to the head

-By Coldplay

Although this kind of weather suits me very well often, it just matches with my inner-self all-time feelings and unlike other people it used to truely cheers me up, but this year something might have changed because it makes me so depressed and inexplicably sick. Probably work pressure or maybe lack of sugar in my blood, for I’m not even close to a quarter-life crisis.

Today is Friday, and my Fridays have all become short days during which I do nothing but sleep and sleep and sleep until I can not lay in bed any longer (or on my mattress, which I place on the floor).

Well, for few weeks now I’m unable to recover from whatever has got to me, I was beginning to worry about my health after I spent days not eating well and not sleeping until my eyes blurred and for two days a horrible headache affected me badly. I guess I can’t blame anyone for this, unfortunately.

The other day my brother stopped by a petrol station and I went in the supermarket to buy a sandwich, a cat sneaked in, and God knows how much I hate cats!! not to mention that they scare me. The cat once saw me opening the fridge’s door dared to come closer…and…I managed a small cry (I hate it when I do that too), the supermarket man came quickly and opened the door for her to leave. I must tell you that a dream with a cat trying to to touch me in it is a nightmare in my perception.

It’s so good to find a place where you can talk about silly things (like the ones I’ve just told you about) when you have no one to annoy with your irrelevant boring stories of your life.

One day I’ll die from lack of sleep…

And also the majority of my descendants will be males, if I slept enough to see that day.

If you had asked me two years ago what do I think of Om-Kulthoom I would have told you how I devalue her songs and her voice, I was often told that when I “grow up” I’m going to change my mind, and that my opinion shows emotional immaturity. I must say that I never liked black and white Arabic movies either, in fact, I can’t stand Arabic movies in general and more than 90% of Arabic singers and actors/actresses.

Now I feel nostalgic to her voice, and to her songs. I now can see why old men spend time doing nothing other than listening to this unattractive lady with a scarf in her hand, dressing modestly unlike other female singers who reveal of their bodies more than they cover.

It’s funny I always thought of listening to Om-Kulthoom as another “guy thing”, especially that I used to be a fan of Abdul-Haleem, and always thought the love and passion with which he performs his songs are unique. I used to think that men love Om-Kulthoom while women love Abdul-Haleem. Needless to say, I was wrong…

Most health professionals consider four cups of coffee a day to be a moderate amount, but experts confirm that 500 - 600mg of caffeine per day (6 cups of fairly strong coffee) is quite safe for most people from a general health point of view. Naturally, this will vary from person to person and depend on what sort of coffee you drink. [Source]

It all started with one cup everyday, two if I have a final exam and know that even if I stayed up all night I will still not finish the studying material. However, in the past few weeks, I’ve started to consume 3, 4 and 5 cups daily!! It is not that I’m addicted by the way, because sometimes it is only one cup in the moring and that’s it. You know why? It is because when I’m busy I do not have time to get a drink, I sometimes (ok many times but don’t tell anyone) forget to eat. Now that the last few weeks we had holidays and I was done with end-of-year work madness, I find myself heading to the kitchen, like a robot, washing my mug, first adding milk then nescafe, stirring a bit then going back to whatever I was doing.

On a second thought, when I can actually remember, I always need to drink something whether it was nescafe or minted tea it doesn’t matter but nescafe almost always available.

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold

But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you’ll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night

You say you’ll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold

All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

By U2

Apply to the inner upper and lower eyelid rims…

No kidding!!

Happy Eid and Eid Adha Mubarik for All

If you fixed the margins of my blog! ughhhh it’s driving me crazy…

By the way, I do carry Jordanian shillin’s in my bag all the time and when I tell someone I’d give him/her a shillin’ , I DO mean it!

Yea that’s all, I’m off from work until Sunday, then off again until Thursday. I hate private sector!

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in a war,
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

- Pink Floyd