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My Body is a Cage by Peter Gabriel

My Body is a Cage that keeps me from dancing with the one I love. 

If you don’t fall in love with the deep lyrics you will definitely be mesmerized with Peter Gabriel's calm soft voice. One of my favorite songs, I'm addicted to the humble music and deep striking lyrics. Peter Gabriel throughout the song keep singing in a humming tune accompanied with the soft slow and classical music. What makes me fond f this song is the serenity in the music and the confusion in the lyrics. The song is like a human rage, it begins soft and steady then suddenly it strikes. In the song this is manifested when a group of violins; a magnificent musical instrument, start to play the tune with a strong muse while Peter Gabriel raises his voice for the first time claiming his body as a cage then suddenly like an explosion them music goes back to the calmness as if being in harmony with the lyrics as Gabriel says his famous sentence "My mind holds the key". An influential song deep with emotions and meaning makes you a romantic.

Hope you enjoy it and provides you the serenity it presented me with 

 

Ice Shots! The New Alcoholic Ice Cream

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During one of my marketing Courses I was asked to create a product and manage a marketing mix in order to unleash it in theory in the market. My partner and I as icecream lovers created IceShots in a manner that it could almost be real. let me introduce to you IceShots:

 

As summer approaches, people tend to realize additional wants. Swimming equipment, fresh drinks, and colourful clothing are mere examples of what summer drags along. With the need to Hydrate and freshen up, some people hit the resorts for a day under the scorching sun and blue breeze, while others enjoy the nightlife the Lebanese scene is famous to behold. Summer 2012 will witness a blend between the frost of an ice-cream and the serenity of a drink. Circa Company presents its new product line IceShots. IceShots is the first alcoholic ice cream to be produced by any company in the region and it is made exclusively for the Lebanese Market. As an initial step of production Circa will unleash this unique product in six basic flavours which are: Piña Colada, Black Martini, Margarita, Red Wine, Bailey’s Coffee Fantasy, and J.J.’s Shamrock. The flavours range between different types of alcohol where the alcohol is the basic ingredient that emphasizes the ice-cream’s taste. These alcohols include: rum, vodka, wine, tequila, and Irish cream.  With its twist to conventional ice-cream, IceShots will introduce a new trend to refresh and enjoy a hot Lebanese summer.  

 

 

After realizing Iceshots the hard work began whether it was related to creating the promotion, the billboards, or the commercial. After Two over-nights it was time for the presentation. Wearing for the first time to University Heals and A pink dress, walking through the class room with my class mates starring at me was a hard task. Our name was called upon and my partner ad I stood to face the class. I'd say my partner was successful in introducing our product yet she was nervous and her voice was shaky. I stood there waiting for my turn as a stiff block simply staring at her.  When my turn came I was so overwhelmed with the promotion of the product that I was lively and smiling. You could see the excitement on my face and the energy as i explained how the commercial was made. The funniest part was when I mentioned the launch party and my little pink dress helped curtsey in a bow and the class just roared in smiles and laughter. The best moment was when my professor gave us a full grade and said that she enjoyed each and every aspect of the presentation with actually gaining interest in the product. Also, a few classmates shared their commentary encouraging us in actually manufacturing the product well who knows? Maybe IceShots would come to life one day!

 

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Arab's Got Talent- Maxime Chami

 

 

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 While Watching Arabs Got Talent; one of the most viewed shows on MBC4 in the Arab region, one particular participant caught my attention. With his poised stand, restrained movements, and deep voice Maxime Chami brought back the glory of Opera. His deep voice captivated my sense as he performed the famous Figaro. His facial expressions accompanied each note as he was fluent and in harmony with the flow of the tune. Also, I could sense the emotions in the piece he sang. Although I don’t understand Italian much I could understand the patterns in the performed piece just by focusing on his speed, motion, and eye contact. One must give this amateur Opera singer all the credit he deserves for reviving the history of Opera and the courage to stand in front of a massive crowd singing his heart out. Again he sang a language that not his mothers tongue fluently and coherently one can’t deny the greatness of such a performer. His voice was crystal and it did not shake one out of muse while he performed the tough vocals of the Opera Figaro.

Best Wishes for Maxime Chami in his Journey!

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The Serpent's Tale- A Monologue by Rebecca Sunshine

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For my audiovisual class I was asked to perform a monologue. My choice fell upon the Monologue the Serpent's Tale by Leonid Andreyev. The monologue speaks the story of a young beautiful lady who is in reality a serpent where she shares her pains and beauty with an unknown stranger. While practicing for my own performance I tried to get inspired from other performers that have engaged in such a monologue. While querying on YouTube I found Rebecca Sunshine's performance. After I performed the Serpent's Tale I was curious to compare her performance with my own. The major similarity between my performance and hers was the eye contact that was forceful and cynical. We both focused our energy on portraying the seductiveness of the character through the power of the gleaming eyes. Another similarity was the slow and steady voice that was in control throughout the whole performance. What differed between the two acts was that Rebecca didn't have much motion instead she focused only on her looks and the way of her speech while I tried to emphasize each beat with an action. For example, while speaking of the torture she witnessed, Rebecca stayed in poise and control only her voice spoke her misery, while I coiled in to myself letting my face expression showing the outrage and agony. Also, when inviting in the prey in my opinion she stayed very monotonic and stiff while I tried to use my hand expressions to welcome the male audience in. Both performances were unique; each tried to shine the seductive nature of the serpent in her own perspective 

 

 

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Those photos were taken during my visit to Mount Lebanon. Going with the UN club at the University of Balamand, I visited Taanayel a beautiful country side with a magnificent monastery that made me realize why poets have fell in love with Lebanon's beauty 

 

Blaze

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Blaze where are you?
Dear shadow where have you disappeared?
Blaze snatch me out of my borrow and take me back to her fire core... For Iam nature's soul child andii yearn to go back...Waves why Are you massacring the sands?
Why are you murdering Yourself?
Prithee, why wont you hear my pleads?
Are my human calls this unworthy?
The rubbish and impurities are going sturdy and they keep spying on me...
Wind why wont the monsoon End?
And why are you Sending your Hurricane to juggle my head?
Spirits summon this ghost away from my window for her steady yellow eyes keep Frightening me..
Please Blaze come again Cause Your my only omen you see...Hades have visited me and said here is forever Where you'll be..
Blaze my monstrous being run like a bolt to me... cause you are  the long lost key!!

The Lebanese Soap Opera "Ruby"

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I never were a TV lover, It was just a tool to keep me company while I finish some projects or when it's evening and the family gathers around the kitchen table for a chat and supper. At almost 9 P.M Lebanon time, the soap opera Ruby was broadcasted. I just loathed Lebanese productions because i always though they lacked the creativity yet the connection with reality, plus they were always exaggerated. I ended up watching this well written soap opera because I actually found it interesting. This opera was a coproduction between Lebanese, Egyptian, and Syrian Cinema The story revolves around college girl from a poor family who is determined to lead a wealthy life by running away with her best friend’s fiancé leaving behind, her  broken hearted best friend, her crushed lover, and worried mother. Starring Cyrine Abdelnour, who plays the role of ruby, she manifested the role with proficiency where she reflected the girl’s personality as a self centered yet psychologically unstable young lady. You’d realize after watching many episodes that the reason a young smart and beautiful girl would act in such manner was the fact that her father abandoned as a child to engage in a wealthy life in Egypt with his first wife (her mother was his second wife living in Lebanon). Also, as a result of being surrounded with wealthy mates in university made her envy the way they engage in living while being determined to become wealthy no matter what. She seduces her best friend’s fiancé in to marrying her while she never had feeling for him and abandoned her true love because he is poor.  The episodes always have twists and turn where after she returns to Lebanon and becomes hated by all she tries to retrieve her old lover when she knows he is getting married from another. The way the actress manifests the instability in her character is incredible while she portrays her as a victim of her father’s neglect you could also realize the evil and grudge that motivates her. Well still watching the series and the most the character of Ruby amazes me with its so awful personality yet beauty of performance.  

 

 

The Scorpions Concert!

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Okay let's cut to the chase shall we? As a rock fan I just spent my teenage years being devoured by “Still loving you", dreaming while listening to “When the smoke is going down", contemplating on the muse of " Winds of Change", and definitely acting nuts on "Rock you like a Hurricane". Scorpions were one of my favorite bands and I lost a chunk of my brain when I knew they are initiating their final tour and Lebanon was a destination. I bought the tickets with hast and accompanied a bunch of my friends to the concert on the 6th of July ,2011 and what made it more special was that it was the date of my 19th birthday.  We reached Byblos and the journey began. Oh Byblos you magical city how I envy you. I admire your history for you are ancient, your port for Im a sea lover, and your ruins that hold the secrets of civilizations. We wandered through the old souks and finally it was time to hit the stadium that was build partially over the shallow waters of the beach. I sat in the stadium and impatient I became with every moment I realized that my favorite vintage band is just a few meters away. The waiting was unbearable, I took out my phone and started texting when suddenly a loud music struck my ears and the crowd went wild! “Good evening Byblos” was what the lead singer said, they saluted the Lebanese crowd and the concert unleashed. What shocked me about the band is the fact that after all these years they are still graceful and well fit. The drummer did a solo show for 18 consecutive minutes which puzzled me for I know how much drumming can be exhausting. The lead guitarist played his tunes as if he was caressing the strings of a harp and the lead singer with his strong vocals never left the crowd’s core. I went nuts, as I raised my hand in the air and the rock sign filled the stadium. I sang along with every song for I memorized them by heart but as the rhythm guitarist started playing a beat box while going on a hard guitar solo just left me in shock. The band was everything I expected, they have not got old as they were accused. They were the same band that said “Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll"

 

 

The Delicious Miss Dale

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For a person that isn't passionate about food, this little lady deserves a bow. I never could understand how people found pleasure in food; to me it was just a way to survive. One day while flipping through channels I ended up at an Arabian food channel called "Fatafeat". “The Delicious Miss Dale" was being broadcasted and to my surprise that young cook made me a dreamer of the English Isle. The romantic setting where she sits in an English country side cottage made me yearn for the serenity that she portrays. All her recipes are based on her grandmother's old cooking which manifest the history behind each ingredient she pours in her simple yet lavishly looking recipes. She uses her feminism to explain the love and emotions in her method of cooking. She talks slowly with her British accent, a dreamer I might call her. I enjoy the scenery that she portrays behind each cooking session. The episode I watched was based on a romantic dinner for two and it was generous with seafood, she reflected the cool grotesque English coast in each recipe. After finishing an episode she would sit down in her emerald green garden reading parts of a romantic book where you become a prisoner of her poise and calmness. She made me understand the magic that lurks behind each aspect of food. I became a fantasist, I went back to my papers and I wrote one of my unfinished thoughts after I became selfishly captivated with my own inner love for Europe through a simple task called “Cooking”. I wrote this: (the draft)

My Dearest Love,

With your flight I have felt gloomy.

I never acknowledged how cold the streets can devour me

Your made me a dreamer

A seeker of the magic that lies in the city of the coast

I never felt so suffocated for my passion is smothering me

I yearn for the tender touch

The voice that holds all my imperfections with grace

I thrive for the magic of Venice and the Holiness of Rome

Yet as far as I could be for I never left the sea… Your essence intertwined with my soul

 I was cocooned with happiness… That pure pain that struck each vein in my frail temple

A new day brought along a new expectation and the agony of your absence flourished.

I look upon the balcony for the horizon above joins.

The burden jumbled my head… It became my hindrance

Your next voyage is awaited with despair my blaze

And as a helpless romantic I hold our token till your arrival

*To be Continued* 

 

Day 3

Day 3

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Day 3

I can’t seem to get a hold of the last time I gave you a visit, yet I kept my promise and here am. Many things have occurred since my last visit and I’m here to lay down my burdens for you are my womb

I have left my sanctuary for a duty that I have chosen for myself a duty that drove me mad… but I survived .My diary I have realized that I have not let go of my inner child. For days I have felt doomed without my guardians. My love disappeared, my toastmaster have flew with the winds, and my eternal love have called upon me many times but blind as I was to spread my wings and soar I have ignored her summoning… Well behold here a liar and a thief laying her words…you wonder what’s behind my reflection… I say a liar for I have denied my fear and a thief for I have stolen the sunshine from my angel. My inner child visited me last night…she spoke with many voices… I invited her in … but she wouldn’t stop tearing … I screeched to grab her in my arms and cradle her but she would only stand there behind the glass crying silently … A silence so striking … she then spoke with me and said only four words …Older Self   Don’t Let Go… I was bewildered I was afraid yet I managed to nod and I woke up with fear of losing her yet again…I Called upon my own mother and managed my grotesque words in to a summoning … I shall trust you with my letter my dearest keep it safe and never let a lad undo its riddles.

I came across a piece of parchment and I sat there utterly blinking over the white plain paper …It’s just not enough my soul whispered… Let yourself free for the paper shall speak a tale that flourished over long years the voices hummed. I said to my dove that my words are insufficient yet they were immense and that I shall softly let them shimmer on my paper thus my universe to life it would have to come. The first word of them all that fluttered softly in the medium was “Mother”. I sigh my diary  as I sat there tearing and scolding for terrified I was. I was afraid that my words were not hardy enough to deliver the message across time for they must reach that little toddler though my journey to an end will not come until I reach my sanctuary... My Mother… Diary I sat there on countless occasions so bleak looking and forlorn yet I felt no pain striking my temple for numb I became as I have been blesses by her remedy. As her innocent spell of sacrifice surfaced I fell in the hands of the wide blue emerald sea of dreams. Diary I saw that little familiar child falling to her knees and crying out… I could relieve the pain and confusion yet the little child was out of my reach as I looked in to the past. The young one struggled to survive as all was turning to demons and dark sorcery and out of the blue arrived two calming hands and snatched from the trench and safe she was in that womb. Dearest Dove I cried I’m just a maiden with fancy words, for you see I thrive to seek the infant you raised inside your heart …For you Oozed love so divine the child blossomed from your stem accomplished and ready to battle the world yet she still runs around the place reaching out till the tips of her fingers are embraced with warmth only she can decode. The little girl leaps up high to flutter away in her cocoon as it sings to her the purest lullabies. Dairy I wrote and wrote till my hands throbbed yet it was all insufficient... It was all rubbish… Diaries tell me how I shall engrave in time my love for that magnificent creature. Finally I gave up my fancy ways and simply wrote in the solid core of time “Dearest Mother, till my heart grows old and after it goes silent I shall always be your little toddler and I would always call upon you dearest mother” 

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