My life without me

I went few days ago to watch a movie called "My life without me". It's about a 24 years old girl, married with 2 children, who discovers she has cancer and has 2 months to live. So she wrote a list of things to do before she dies. Typical story...but for some reason it felt so real.

She starts her last 2 months journey by saying: "It feels like my whole life has been a dream...and i just woke up from that dream".

If you look at her to-do list, you'll find typical drink/dance, travel, kiss another man and so on type of things...However, most of it was planning for her life without her...for after she passes away...things like finding a wife for her husband that her daughters will like, recording tapes for her kids' birthdays, making sure everything will be up and running after she's dead.

Then i remembered "The Bucket List" movie... 2 old strangers, who also have few months to live, met in the hospital and decided to leave behind their families and friends and go on with their own crazy to-do list.

Two completely different approaches to preparing to die. the girl wanted to make it all better to her family and friends...wanted to see how would life go on without her.she became much less selfish, much more extravert, and the people that she loved the most mattered the most. However the 2 old men felt they've missed on so many things in life and wanted to do all of that in the few days they had left, caring less about what they'll be leaving behind.

In some twisted kind of way, knowing when and how u will die gives u a flavor of what life is really all about. I wonder if i will ever have the chance to know that, or wake up from that "dream" just like the girl. and when i do i wonder what would "really" matter?

furaha xxx

Momeyyy...how are we moving backwards?

Last week i was in London and i decided to take a one day trip to the beautiful town of 'Bath'. My cam round my neck, guided voice clips on my ipod and a map in hand i took the train and went. The city of bath is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The combination of beautiful Georgian architecture and stunning scenery made it all so worth the trip. I started my day with a 4 hours spa at the Thermae Bath Spa. Spent 2 hours at their rooftop pool, filled with the naturally warm (very warm), mineral-rich waters which the Celts and Romans enjoyed over 2,000 years ago. Then followed 2 hours of massage and exfoliation and all the pampering stuff. After a full relaxation i headed to Sally Lunn Bun's, recommended by my colleague Ray. Basically, it is a bakery that Ms. Sally open in 1968 and few years later her secret recipe for buns was rediscovered and they re still produced till this day. Very much worth a taste!
Then i just walked around enjoying the scenery and the music festival and the exquisite architecture. I met many tourists, one interesting old man who kept on telling me sayings by Wiliam Churchil, one of which i still remember:
In the middle of an argument, a lady said to Mr. Churchil:
-Sir, if i were your wife i would not think twice about poisoning your drink
Then he replied:
-Madam, if i were your husband i would want that very very much!

On my way back, a mother with 2 kids, aged 7 and 12 i would say, were sitting behind me. The train was moving in opposite direction to how we were sitting, so the 7 years old asked his mom: "Mommey...how are we moving backwards?"

His question kept me thinking the whole trip back to London. I was asking myself, if my own kid asked me this question, how would i answer? Had he asked "why" are we moving backwards, i would have said "because we are sitting in opposite direction". But the kid asked "HOW"...and i just couldn't find an answer...Then, for the next few days, in the bus and in the tube, i paid attention to little children around me and listen to their questions... and i found that to be so entertaining, intriguing and sometimes a riddle like questions!

Message in a bottle

time to be creative and productive...watch this video to, perhaps, get inspired

http://www.creamglobal.com/17798/21966/message-in-a-bottle

Air Liban

Well if u ever travelled back on a MEA flight back to lebanon you'll know exactly what i am talking about. For those of u who have not, let me enlighten you.
I have just came back from London last night and i had an interesting trip
After spending many many hours trying really hard to sleep, and of course in vain since we lebanese would "loudly" chat with our own shadow if we had to, the plane is about to land. That's when usually the lights go dim and Fairus's songs are played. That's when usually silence reins preparing to land. But not on Air Liban.
Everyone became like a corn seed popping left and right trying to glimpse at the windows pointing out "ramlet el bayda" and "raouche"and the famous holiday inn and and and...They didnt fail to happily notice that the electricity was on for that night because unlike other countries, electricity isn't a "ca va sans dire" specially in certain areas. And then all i hear are comments like "how beautiful is lebanon"or "nothing like lebanon" or "äre you prepared to give teta and jiddo a hug?". And of course, then comes the famous cheerful clap after a successful landing in appreciation to the captain followed by "bravo"s.
I have been so annoyed my whole life by that clap. i never understood it. just like never understood why can't we just stay seated till the belt signs go off. Or why can't we wait till we open our phones till we get out of the plane. why can't we just respect the plane's rules??!! and for God's sake...why can't we just...NOT CLAP?
but yest i tried to be the annoying chatter, the clapper, the excited lebanese happy to come back home. and for once i understood what those lebanese feel. I have landed in cyprus with cypriotes, in greece with greeks, in turkey with turkish, in tanzania with tanzanian, in india with indian, in america with americans, in france with french, in UK with british, in tunisia with tunisians, even in egypt with egyptians, in emirates, in saudi arabia and so on...Not once i have ever experienced this.not once i felt the enthusiasm and the over excitement to just get out of the plane and be in the country. This love we lebanese have for our country is to be cherished. And, about that clap, our pilots are kick ass pilots after all. Don't they deserve a little cheerful clap? Why not? And do we really really need to have our belts on even after the plane has landed and is moving at the slowest pace ever to park? and does our cell phones really really interfere with a sophisticated airplane software?
next time you travel, remember to be the clapper...not the annoyed person going "tsk tsk tsk"...trust me it is much more fun!