King Husein

Today is his birthday

our loving caring father who left us 8 years ago

king Husein was not just like any king..he was more like a father to every jordanian

we always felt his love sheltering us his kindness and compassion hovering over our heads

we were so proud when anyone asked us where are you from and we would say jordan..and to our amazment Europeans ,or most of them dont know what jordan is

but when we said king husein they used to say ohh..we love him

everyone loved him

children,grwonups,even those who were considered enemies respected him dearly

to our king's soul..to our late father..we still love you and you are still with us

may God rest your soul in peacce

Slogans that invade your life

Driving throught he streets of amman daily we are forcely attacked by the slogans and pictures of our new parliament candidates

this year i feel it to be differant from all other years..what will the falafel owner do when he is elected? or what would the children tv presenter do..more of wa2t il fara7? will ashraf forshayeh go to abdali with her? well i thought maybe she should have slogans like brush your teeth daily or isma3 kilmet baba w mama..

all those talking about fidelity,honesty,integrity..will they even rememeber these words when they reach their goals?

what about trashing the streets with their banners thats started to fall of with the very first showers of rain? will these banners be removed as eagerly as they were put?

or will we suffer from this trash after the electons are done

for me,i am still considering who to vote for

i might vote for a woman coz we wome shouldnt accept the quota and sit here like sheep waiting for the government to throw us a piece of leftovers

the eelctions are on the 20th and we'll see what happens then..till this is over i will still be laughing my heart out when i see the smiling faces of our dear candidates with promising eyes and sweet sweet featurres

The Last Holiday

A movie I watched the other day,simple movie nothing special,starring Queen latifa as Goergia byrd,

the movie is about a simple sales woman who has all those dreams that she keeps in her possibilities book,a man that she has a crush on ,a chef she would love to meet,a place where she dreams of visiting,and to her shock she was told she had a terminal disease and she only have 3 weeks to live..

now this was a turn for her and she decides to take all her savings and go for her dream trip to Karlovy vary in prague,There, thinking she has nothing to lose, Georgia undergoes a metamorphosis--and her transformation affects everyone around her.


Georgia's newly uninhibited personality shakes up staff and guests alike.the movie had a happy ending when she finds out that they were mistaken and that she will live afterall ,her book of possibilities is now her book of realities.this movie made me think :how many dreams do we postpone,how many things we want to do but we put off till later?and when is later?do we need to face death to live ?to appreciate life,live it to the fullest,making everyday a special one?

Just a thoughtwhat I really liked about this movie is the kind of vacation she got,the hotel,the massages,the fooood...oh I really need one like that right now!!

Love vs Addiction

Love VS. Addiction


Baby, To me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny

So..have you ever stopped to think whats the differance between loving someone and being addicted to someone?

some people say: i can't live without you..is this love or addiction?some say: you run in my blood..love? addiction?

if you were given the chance to be away from the one you love for a while without any contact..how would you feel?

What is Love anyway?Is it the need to be with someone all the time?

is it happiness you feel when you're with him/her?is it the feeling of being complete with a certain person?

How can we tell the differance between love and addiction? how do we know that what we feel is love not mereaddiction..habituation..infatuation..passion..or just strong physical attraction?I wonder how many relationships are based on what is believed to be love..

Keeping up appearances

A visit to an old friend's house,a friend whom i haven't seen for ages,reminded me of Madame Bucket in the British comedy keeping up appearances(who insisted to be called Bouquet and answered the phone : this is the bouquet residence the lady of the house speaking)..

How important is it to have a bone china tea set,that you'd just keep in a Curio ,or crystal glasses just for special friends (as another friend said once ,and i was her best friend and never ever got to use those glasses when i was there..so :S)..


I really cannot relate to those people or even communicate well with them coz i am the kind of person who thinks of my home as a place to relax and be comfortable rather than a museum or a show room for visitors.

if I buy a nice peace of furniture or a set of glasses I would rather have fun using them than showing them off in a cabinet,or keeping them off limits for my family.I really feel sorry for those who see the world from a crystal glass or a silver spoon ..life is much too exquisite to be an item behind glass doors.

Summer vacation

Summer vacation is official

nowKids are home,and I challenge myself to go through the summer vacation without a nervous breakdown

Kids have to be entertained all the time,or you'll hear the "I'm bored" sentence a hundred times daily..my day starts at 7 am,husband has breakfast and leaves home,and this is the only time of the day I have for myself,I don't go back to sleep or start my daily chores,I try to begin my day as calm as possible doing the thing I love most,go online read, and write sometimes before anyone gets up .and that is when my day really beginsmy son wakes up and starts with the word" I'm bored"how can you be bored ?

You've just woken up!!a little time on his playstation while having breakfast an then again" I'm bored"I remember when I was his age,we had no computers,playstaions,satellite channels,mobiles or any of those new gadgets.all we had was our creative minds and we never used the word "Bored"our summer vacation was 90 days long and we found ways to fill every minute of it with team games,like football,hide and seek, and freeze.card games and handmade toys and kites,that we enjoyed creating and playing with.

Kids these days are spoiled rotten,they have everything to keep them busy and yet they complain all the timeone week passed and many to go..And I am wondering what can I do more to stop him from using that word that gets on my nervesI think that schools should stop the three month vacation and try the quarter /semesters,that would take the heavy load of the summer vacation .I miss school days!


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p.sthe word I'm bored is nothing compared to its Arabic equivalent(zah2aaaaaaaaaaaan)

while rolling from the couch to the floor
some of the things he's been doing in the past week:
(just a little reminder for ME)
playstaion2
psp(playstaion portable)
Computer games(2 or 3 games bought weekly at least)
Internet with broadband connection
going to networking cafe
Going swimming
T.V with hundreds of channels (Showtime added lately)
Going to the Movies with friends
Spending the day at friend's house,or friends coming over
kicking football on the walls when frustrated

Memories

Memories light the corner of my mind.

Misty water color memories Of the way we were.

Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind,
Smiles we gave to one another For the way we were.

Can it be that it was all so simple then,
Or has time rewritten every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again,Tell me?
would we? could we?

Memories may be beautiful and yet,
What's too painful to remember We simply choose to forget.

So it's the laughter We will remember,
Whenever we remember
The way we were;The way we were.

The way we were by Streisand is one of my favorite songs,it brings out many thoughts in my mind.
how long does it take for a really bad experiance to turn into a memory?

we will always cherish and keep our memories inside us,go there whenever we find the need to,live there for a moment,then get along with our daily lives.memories can be a good teacher if we listen carefully

and back to old song

elvis said once

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine

Quiet thought come floating down And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memoriesOf holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with youMemories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories