Fuss & Rush

Coldplay - Such A Rush

Such a rush to do nothing at all.
Such a fuss to do nothing at all.
Such a rush to do nothing at all.
Such a rush to get nowhere at all.
Such a fuss to do nothing at all.
Such a rush.

And it's just like you said,
It's just like you said.

Such a rush to do nothing at all.
Such a fuss to get nowhere at all.

Such a fuss (x2)

And it's just like you said.
It's just like you said.

Just slow down please, J
ust slow down,
Just slow down please,
Just slow down.

Such a rush (x15)

Look at all the people going after money.
Far to many people looking for their money.
Everybody's out there, trying to get money.
Why can't you just tell me,
Try to get money, rush.

Such a rush.
They all rush.
Such a rush (x7)



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Carl Gustav Jung

i wish i knew how to interpret my dreams...so that i could understand the message of my wierd dreams...
last night i saw two calves roaming around on green valleys, one of them suddenly died after eating a kind of poisonous plant, i decided to check if he was really dead. I was shocked when i heard some noise coming from his gullet. I put my hand into his throat and pulled out the plant stuck in there, then he started to breath...cant tell how happy i became seeing something come to life

my imagination/subconscious surprises me very often, i have remembered Carl Jung and his dream interpretations now:)

velvet thoughts snowing into my coffee cup

In my dream 2 days back i saw snow in kuwait, yet it was artificial and was poured on a wide area by somebody rich(!)...i threw myself on the snow and rolled down over there...although it was not cold still felt very good...i guess i am really missing the winters in my country, wearing gloves and playing snowball, sliding on ice down the hill next to my house...used to be so much fun to go back home in evenings after staying outside long with red-frozen noses and with last hot breads from the bakery on the upper street.

In the office i was the first this year who started wearing boots and thick, long-necked sweaters. Each season is like a different realm to enter, once you step in you should follow the rules and live it up!

Toasting to the winter with my turkish coffee:)

childhood memories & daisy chain

...we used to go to grandpa & grandma's village every summer...

i remember the first time i tried to milk a cow, after that i started to understand why grandma's hands looked so strong and veiny...i remember the first time i saw a chicken suffering and screaming to be able to give birth to protein balls for us, back then i used to believe that there was golden-egg-producing chicken somewhere out there...

we used to make daisy crowns which looked great on long hair...we used to play fortune-telling game with those daisy flowers, trying to find out if our (future/potential) white-horsed princes would love us or not...

The kite in the goblet

Do you have people around you making you feel like shit, too?!

Do you spend most of your time in an environment making you feel like shit, too?!

Then, do you find your head and neck occupied with millions of ants roaming right under skin like spreading a black magic, too?!

are you damn scared of being released from hands and at the same time damn eager to be set free just like a kite in the sky, too?!

Do you wish to find a goblet of mysterious drink that would make you disappear for as long as you want, too?!

Oh Lord save me from me, save me from others!..

green tea - honey - brown bread

Inertia is killing my soul...

trying to heal myself with music (it is ironic that i am listening to Karma Police-Radiohead now, many of you might call it depressing)

i gave some from my sorrow and distress to the sea & wind yesterday...they did not complain...

I feel like a farmer who gets sick when harvest season comes...And i know that my golden yellow fields are out there awaiting me while i am stuck in bed!..


Later...

wading slowly

dont know how manyth time i have been listening to this song today:


Elysian Fields
Lady in the Lake


Used to go skinny dipping
Trapping love in a lake
Wading slowly
Gripping sun with a rake
Now the pool in your heart is frozen
And I never did learn how to skate
But it doesnt matter anyway
Im on the wrong side of the water
Oh wont you listen to the lady in the lake
We drifted swiftly
Paper sails in the breakers
We buried treasure
There was nothing to take
And the pool in your mouth is frozen
And I never did learn how to skate
But it doesnt matter anyway
Im on the wrong side of the water
Oh wont you listen to the lady in the lake
No it doesnt matter anyway
Im on the wrong side of the water
Shes frozen love, as you left her
Out of whos womb came the ice
And the hoary frost of heaven
Who hath gendered it
The waters are hid as with a stone
And the face of the deep is frozen
No it doesnt matter anyway
Im on the wrong side of the water
Oh wont you listen to the lady in the lake
No it doesnt matter anyway
Im on the wrong side of the water
Shes frozen love as you left her
Fish out the lady in the lake

Bound to collide eachother ...From the movie Crash...

Stereophonics

Maybe Tomorrow

I've been down
andI'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me

It wastes time
And I'd rather be high
Think I'll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

worn out (like my shoeheels)

i hate high-heels...they are not to wear in such a sandy country and they are not for me cuz i like walking...

I have so many words accumulated inside me but none of them wants to come out...

i guess it is time to leave this country...i feel like a dry leaf being swept by wind again...
A friend of mine told me once: "you are confused, whatever you do/decide make sure you dont get wasted..."

New nightmare: getting wasted!..

I can see some new flames on the horizon...I should learn not be scared of possible disappointments...hope is always good even when lasts short...

I have an interview on sunday! Lets see...

Yesterday:

1. I discovered a website which i highly recommend those who are interested in intercultural networking (between the West and Arab-Muslim World) and conflict resolution to visit:

http://www.soliya.net/

They need voluntary online facilitators, i am thinking...might apply for that.


2. I visited my colleague's place to see her 2 months' baby, she is like a piece of brownie:) By the way everyday i am learning more about Indian customs, for most of Indians it is a must to give massage to babies especially during their first month...the massage lady was so tough doing this oil massage that the baby was crying. They think that this way babies will have wellshaped bodies and will be healthier in future.

3. I went to a photography exhibiton in Bushahri Gallery ( i forgot the name of the artist ), the theme is children from different parts of the world...I really liked the works, there are a few photos taken in Turkey also:). The exhibition will be open this week, you can pass by in the evening...


The weather is a little cloudy today and i am sleepy...

complaints, confessions...

office sucks, me sucks, people around suck! i guess i am under risk of chronic pessimism & chronic lack of achievement...my pink glasses have turned into black...my life has been tasteless lately, i wish i could sleep for a few months and wake up to a better life/world...Awaiting a miracle from the Lord, creator of all miracles including the life!

I am trying to leave my stupid job and hunt another (most probably again stupid) job while dreaming to join a master program of "International Peace & Conflict Resolution"..Unfortunately my dreams dont seem to go hand-in-hand with my reality...

That is it for now

Later...

gullet, lies and tears

if you are in the mood for a good cry (have just remembered now Wong Car Wai's "In the Mood for Love") you tend to put less make-up not to look scary after the weeping session:)

when one is humid, cloudy inside he/she weeps...just like i did this morning on the way to the office not paying attention to people's staring at me who were stuck in traffic ...
By the way i wonder why parents take their kids to school by their cars in Kuwait which causes a damn traffic jam every morning. Wasting time & energy...everybody starts a day with bad mood. Why dont students take school buses in this country?

I have throat ache again...can guess the reasons: weather change, not eating well, depression...
I should ask for one more tea from the teaboy Shajeeh whom i like most in this company, he learned from me how to say 'how are you' in Turkish so whenever he sees me he asks: "Nasilsin sheriiifffuuuu?" and i reply "iyiyim Shajuuuuuh!" (lying sometimes about how i am)

when i was a kid i used to make my plastic globe spin in my hand, the world looked so big back then...now the world is settled & i spin...

...came from the "lost world" and got lost on world territory...souls can not be bound to any kind of maps...does that mean anything to be currently located in the Middle East, or the fact that i might be heading north west soon?
Do climates or faces of people that we are surrounded with or the types of sounds we hear every day have big share in shaping our personalities, setting amount of our hopes and directing our dreams? Still not sure about that...
Does it really matter for how many years we have been carrying our bodies with us? I would tend to say no...
How much our occupation/things we do to earn our lives affect inner energy reserves? I could easily say "too much"...Maybe because i have never been fully satisfied with my jobs so far and am too much frustrated with the current one these days...
I wonder so much how many people who love their jobs exist on the world...Dont know what to answer, somebody told me that" researchers say only %10"...

that is all what my office inspired me today:)

Autumn (or winter) in Kuwait & Nostalgia

This is how the weather change in Q8 feels like:


Martha's Harbour

I sit by the harbour
The sea calls to meI hide in the water
But l need to breathe
You are an ocean wave my love
Crashing at the bowI am a galley slave my love
If only I would find out the wayTo sail you...
Maybe I'll just stow away...
I've been run aground
So sad for a sailor
I felt safe and sound
But needed the danger
You are an ocean wave my love...

(by All About Eve)