I regret to inform you

You make her happy.

He makes her miserable.

I regret to inform you that you don’t stand a chance!

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Morning rambling

He’d finally found her, they’d bumped into each other at a concert. The event was jam-packed with friends and acquaintances, yet he had eyes for only her. They struck up a conversation, reminiscing about old times. She told him she was feeling trapped, asked him if he’d be willing to go sit somewhere airy. He was only too happy to oblige.

The drove around trying to pick a place meeting her fancy, they talked, caught up. They ended up at a breezy Nile side venu. As they talked he looked her in the eyes, slowly placed his palm by her head, gently caressing her cheek and hair. The question that overwhelmed him must have been written on his forehead; for she tilted her head, gently squeezing his hand. He uttered “you fine?”. She smiled “yes, he’s good to me”. His heart sank; but he couldn’t help but mirror her smile.

The damned cellphone alarm went off, he rolled over in his bed to reach it, flailing for it in his self created darkness. Giving up he opens his eyes, grabs the damn phone and switches the alarm off. Too late he realizes what he’s done. He quickly shuts his eyes tight, trying to return to that sweet dream. He squinted his closed eyes trying to hold in her image, trying to freeze it, to go back to that dream. He cursed as he tossed in bed as her image slowly grew blurry and faded away. He’d lost her… again.

Song of the day: Signed, sealed and delivered – Stevie Wonder

Romantic *NOT*

This compilation was taken from an internet site that held a competition for writing the most romantic first line and most unromantic second line.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty & so is your head.

After you, my love, my only prize.
Would be a bullet between the eyes.

Of loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face.

I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot
This describes everything you’re not.

I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don’t take that paper bag off your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes .
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!

Every time I see your face
I wish I were in outer space.

I saw your face as you walked by
But then I saw a better guy.

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.

Beauty is on the inside, but some may doubt,
If its true, I’d prefer you inside out.

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.

I see your face when I am dreaming
That’s why I always wake up screaming.

My love you take my breath away
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell
Except for maybe “go to hell.”

Song of the day: Avril – So much for my happy ending.

Man of My Dreams (according to tickle)

A Secret Agent is the man of your dreams

Mystery and intrigue — it’s not just for action-adventure movies. It’s what you are looking for in life and love. From spontaneous weekend getaways to notes stuck in your jean pockets, you love being surprised and appreciate the extra thought and effort that goes into making it happen.

That’s why a secret agent could steal your heart — he’s got what it takes to change the world, but he’s not about to go around shouting about it. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with us. Shhhh.

Test inspired by Valentine’s and available on www.tickle.com

Drama Queen

A friend of mine once told me that I seem to have a “thing” for unrequited love. He claimed that all the good stuff I write always gravitates around that single theme. He was worried about me. I thought he was being absurd. These days I’m starting to be convinced he may be right.

This year one of the contestants on a reality music based show (who some people love, others hate, and some will call me an airhead for knowing it existed) told one of his co-contestants that he loved her once, that she had led him on, that he had been shocked when he found out she was committed.. etc.. Sort of a love-confession-gone-sour. While the idea in itself I have nothing against, I wasn’t too wild about the way he did it.. his choice of words.. songs.. timing etc.. (Click here for the actual confession).

Nevertheless the whole idea hit home in the worst way. Triggered up that melodramatic within and hence the following:

For all there was, for all there could have been and for all that never will be. Cheers.

Song of the day: James Blunt – Goodbye

Post updated: segment removed.

Cellphone

Such odd times are these, when human relationships can be condensed into something as simple as a telephone call.

Modern technology allowed for voice dialling or speed dial, yet she felt there was something more personal about dialling in the number, keying it in lovingly, caressing the keys as she entered her access code to happiness… to him.

Sometimes she’d call to talk to him, to discuss crucial issues or to whisper sweet nothings into his ears. At other times she’d call with no intention of him picking up; she’d call just to hear the ringing at the other end. That monotonous beep had such a soothing effect, a reassurance that he was there… available… just a call away; that he’d call back the instant he was free.

He had staff meetings every day at 9:00 am, she was in the habit of ringing him a hello. She picked up her cell and dialled his number, what she got on the other end was an odd ring then the line went dead. Bewildered she called again. ring ring. An unfamiliar voice answered her…. “There was this horrible accident….”

Every now and then he crosses her mind and she keyed in his number to hear that ring… the ring that was once one of her favorite sounds.. now actually scared her. Yet she still has hope that perhaps… someday… he’ll pick up.

24/6/06 (In a Statistics lecture)

Song of the day: Yellowcard – Breathing

Facts of life

I knew Mahmoud Mohieldeen (Minister of Investment) back in the day when he was a university professor. He taught us a subject entitled “Money and Banking” or at least he claimed he did. Truth of the matter is I don’t think I’ve ever had this guy explain any economics to me, yet his was one of the most attended classes because he was quite the charismatic performer. He used to talk about loadz of topics and constantly made fun of himself and the students present and on rare occassions he preached us on the facts of life.

This was one of those times. He was talking about something else, then suddenly paused in mid-sentence and launched into this monologue.

“Amazing how all the important decisions of one’s life are taken at such a young age. These days you are faced with having to decide what faculty to go to, a decision that effects the rest of your life. You decide what to major, whether or not to intern, where to work. You make all these decisions at such a young age, where you have little to no experience and are unwise and not fully mature.

At this time you may fall in love, even decide to marry, you go to your parents and there is parental opposition, for some reason there always is.

You stick to what you believe in, only to discover years later that some things in life are worth fighting for.”

That’s it.

I attended hundreds of lectures in our faculty, but none remain as fresh in my memory as his version of the facts of life.

Song of the day: Bon Jovi – It’s My Life

Royal Date

Dress, makeup & heels! This is so not me
I’m a nike-denim girl, totally carefree
But I am going for it.. just for you
I’d change a lot more than clothes if you asked me to
I cant imgaine that you are mine
In your perfectness..utterly divine
Will this date ever work? can it really be true?
Will you stick to your promises? will you follow through?
Will you ever love me as much as i do?
What a fool I am, you probably don’t have a clue
How much I wanted you since the first day i saw you
Could it be possible that you’ve wanted me too?
Oh dear Lord please give me strength!
For in every step my heart does wrench
I turn a corner and can finally see you
In shorts and sandals, awww, you’ve changed for me too!

13/9/2006
(Co-written with a charming princess).

Song of the day (a 2007 comeback element): Rob Thomas – Ever the same

You’ve Got Mail

He didn’t know which ailed him more… the extent to which he missed her? Or the knowledge that she was unaware of his pangs of longing. His doting and affection were wasted for she did not reciprocate. He sat there staring at his screen, constantly hitting the refresh button. Hoping for that magicnumber to appear next to the word “Inbox”; for her name to appear on his screen. A reply to his countless e-mails. Words that to her were absolutely neutral, day-to-day, normal… but to him would mean everything. Just a few short lines to reassure him, to let him know that she was OK, so he could exhale once again.

He suddenly realized that he had been holding his breath. He got up upset, kicking the computer chair towards the desk. It glided across the floor before the harsh collision. Upset at his own anger he went to fix a cup of coffee. He returned moments later the cup of steaming dark rich liquid in his hand. He eyed the monitor from a distance, wondering if he should approach. As if he could resist? There he was, seated again. A message appears at the corner of his screen, he’s got mail. His heart soars. He hurries to read it. To his disappointment it isn’t from her. His heart sinks. The work related e-mail is disregarded. He vows to get over her. To overcome his obsession. To finally give in to the fact that she doesn’t care, that to her he doesn’t exist.

He hits the “Compose” button, only to send yet another e-mail, never to be replied to by her.

26/6/2006

All the Words Written.. All the Lyrics Sung

It seems there is nothing left to say
No matter how hard I try to find a way
Like banging my head against a wall
Racking my brains for words to tell y’all

All the words written… all the lyrics sung

Its spring, teenage love is in the air
She loves him but he isn’t aware
Fearing failure she doesn’t give it a chance
Though you could see the sparks of romance.

All the words written… all the lyrics sung

They are older now, playing the waiting game
Second guessing each other is becoming an aim
She ain’t psychic; you of all should know
If you love her; you should tell her so.

All the words written… all the lyrics sung

Dreams abandoned or replaced by ones anew
Years have flown, rushing by both me and you
We wanted fame, fortune and success
Wanted it all, wouldn’t settle for less

All the words written… all the lyrics sung

But it’s not over, not by a mile
Not till “Love” runs out of style
When all the lost souls become merged in one
Will all the words be written and all the lyrics sung.

Alexandria Wedding

Went to my cousin’s wedding in Alex last night. It was a really nice evening, they were a very becoming couple, really suited each other and I got to spend quality time with family. We danced all night, was really sweet.

Their first dance was an Arabic song by Mohamed Nour (name eludes me right now) and I couldn’t help but wonder (girls are going to understand this more than guys) what I would have preferred, I leave you with one of my top 3 choices.

Good night all and 3okbal all the single people out there.

“I’ll Be” by Edwin McCain

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath.
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I’ll be captivated,
I’ll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.

[Chorus:]
I’ll be your crying shoulder,
I’ll be love’s suicide
I’ll be better when I’m older,
I’ll be the greatest fan of your life.

Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed.
You’re my survival, you’re my living proof.
My love is alive not dead.
Tell me that we belong together.
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I’ll be captivated,
I’ll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

[Chorus]

I’ve been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead.
Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said

[Chorus x2]

The greatest fan of your life.
…greatest fan of your life.

It sounds better than it reads, I’d download if I were you 🙂

Bones Like Iron Blood Like Mercury

To the same theme.. a poem I wrote a while back.

I want bones like iron….. blood like mercury
Such that you no longer have an effect on me

Aspiring to be superman for just this time
How I crave immunity from your eyes and your lies

How I long to be free from those insomnic nights
To move on, break out, take a risk and dive

I want bones like iron….. blood like mercury
Such that you no longer have an effect on me

Unbreakable, that’s what I want to be
Too late for that, now that you’ve broken me

Time after time, you come and make amends
I yearned to believe you, to forgive, to accept

I want bones like iron….. blood like mercury
Such that you no longer have an effect on me

Oh that damned little heart of mine
I’ll never understand why you still reside inside

14/3/06

Inspired by Hola and a Dispatch song.

I’ve Got The Power!

Hallo,

When a person falls in love with us we are given a great power. That person relinquishes to you control over their life, or at least the part of their life who’s control is still left up to them and which isn’t controlled by society, family, norms, religion, stereotypes and political correctness.

You my friend; the object of their affection have now got the power (can’t seem to loose the tune.. disco is back 😉 ) Their love for you gives you the ability to raise them to 7th heaven, make them the happiest people alive, and it also enables you to hurt them like thy have never been hurt before.

Like the Spidermen movie trailer reminds us “With great power comes great responsibility”. So use that power wisely, try your best not to break their hearts, remember that someday it shall be you who is giving away some power.

Anyways..

Song for the day: 3 Doors Down – Here By Me