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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 

 

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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 06:42:00 -0700 Ice Shots! The New Alcoholic Ice Cream http://rgdstar.posterous.com/ice-shots-the-new-alcoholic-ice-cream http://rgdstar.posterous.com/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!

 

Hope you like our humble commercial!

 

 

 

 

 

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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 06:29:00 -0700 Arab's Got Talent- Maxime Chami http://rgdstar.posterous.com/arabs-got-talent-maxime-chami http://rgdstar.posterous.com/arabs-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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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 05:53:00 -0700 The Serpent's Tale- A Monologue by Rebecca Sunshine http://rgdstar.posterous.com/the-serpents-tale-a-monologue-by-rebecca-suns http://rgdstar.posterous.com/the-serpents-tale-a-monologue-by-rebecca-suns

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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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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 05:11:00 -0700 More Photography http://rgdstar.posterous.com/more-photography http://rgdstar.posterous.com/more-photography

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 

 

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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 04:40:00 -0700 Blaze http://rgdstar.posterous.com/blaze http://rgdstar.posterous.com/blaze

Blaze_fire

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!!

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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 04:08:00 -0700 The Lebanese Soap Opera "Ruby" http://rgdstar.posterous.com/the-lebanese-soap-opera-ruby http://rgdstar.posterous.com/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.  

 

 

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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 03:19:00 -0700 The Scorpions Concert! http://rgdstar.posterous.com/the-scorpions-concert http://rgdstar.posterous.com/the-scorpions-concert

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"

 

 

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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 02:54:00 -0700 The Delicious Miss Dale http://rgdstar.posterous.com/the-delicious-miss-dale http://rgdstar.posterous.com/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* 

 

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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 02:05:00 -0700 Day 3 http://rgdstar.posterous.com/day-3 http://rgdstar.posterous.com/day-3

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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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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 02:05:00 -0700 The Serpent's Tale- A Monologue http://rgdstar.posterous.com/the-serpents-tale-a-monologue http://rgdstar.posterous.com/the-serpents-tale-a-monologue

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 I could never forget the day I ended up running bare foot with only socks on in the office of student affairs (OSA) at the University of Balamand. Running from one office like a mad girl to the other encouraged my friends and sincere employees to aid me in getting ready for the big show! My friends split the tasks between them and the preparation began. While some sat there as judges on “Project Runway” criticizing my the dresses I tried on, others played the role of my makeup artists in a desperate attempt to stop me from looking like a clown after a frantic run and rocketing stress levels. My friends were the support I shared my huge burden with, for they made sure that the seductress was born. I practiced my monologue on my way to the studio; I spoke to myself like a lunatic. I simply ignored the giggles and astonished faces that passed me by as I repeated my lines and eagerly wanted to reach my court, my judgment, the humble studio. The studio was full of my fellow classmates. Some were frantic as I were repeating their line to the brick wall, while others seemed relaxed as they shared a conversation on how they performed. I ignored the hustle and the bustle for I always adored being caught up in the little world I created for myself. I simply crawled back to my shell for I was a vulnerable crab. “You were never seductive” I told myself. You are a teaser, yet never a seductive female. Remember how red you turn when someone compliments you? All your practice was futile; you are doomed to fail. I struggled to cast out the pessimistic thoughts from my head as I abandoned the forlorn hallway and set my eyes on the bright room on my left. I poked my head through the door and there I saw the magical process take place. Three cameras were set and one classmate took control of a camera. They seemed focused as if the performer’s life depended on their perseverance. As the actress finished her show I entered the room while applauses roared in the hallway and control room. The atmosphere was hyped, full of energy, and positivity, and there I was standing all frail. “You acted on stage before, why so fearful then?” I questioned myself yet I never managed to answer. I headed towards the empty classroom, on my way I couldn’t help noticing my friends’ glare at my bare feet in the dirty socks. In the classroom I ripped my hair, I screamed, and I said my lines yet it was useless. I was drowning my character with speculations. All seemed bleak until a hand snatched me out of my mirage. It was my friend Stephenie with her calming words and relaxation techniques that brought me back to my sense. After I finished the routine serenity rushed through my veins and I was ready! My name was called upon and as I headed towards the illuminated room myself summoned me “I beg you do not fail me, for no reason shall we crumble”. I entered the room and stood under two lights, one red the other blue, directed towards me. I bowed my head, clutched my hands together, stood all poised and for the first time face the camera. A journey has just begun as the start signal unleashed the serpent. I forgot my friends, my teacher, and my fears. It was just me and my invisible lover. Nothing can distract me, not the voice of the director in my friend’s ear, not the light that struck my eyes, not the heat. Focus, it was all related to focus! Medusa flourished as I spoke to my lover, she seduced, she ached, she raged, and she loved. The little voices in my head were silent as they accompanied me throughout the journey. It’s just me and you dearest camera, you there standing still recording one of the most daring yet embarrassing moments of my life. All went well until I almost forgot my lines. What saved me was actually Medusa’s token, the one she spoke of thoroughly. It was my inner seducer that snatched me away from error. I didn’t need Medusa to tell me that I have to lure my victim and kill him in the end. I closed my eyes as I felt victorious as I won over the resistance of that poor man. I felt peace and quiet. Applause brought this serenity to an end as I realized I’m back in the humble studio among my fellow friends. At that moment I realized I was shaking and euphoric. The little voices spoke to me and said: Well done child well done!

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Thu, 22 Mar 2012 07:46:00 -0700 Lucifer http://rgdstar.posterous.com/lucifer http://rgdstar.posterous.com/lucifer

 

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Sweetest grapes have gone bitter.

Bloody red wine has gone vile.

 You scope the horizon with a firm stare

 From between the silence blast a voice in remorse and starts to wail... but your ears are the only reciever.  

Lucifer is near he escaped the flames  You could sense his figure all around you...

You shiver from disgust  Your skin crawls since your eyes are his only viewer

The winds moving across sense the greatest change

 The terrifying change of heart...

 The change in you!

You came across this valley with a voice screaming to be set free from the clutches of Satan whom took over your existance

You touched the grapes they turned bitter

You reached for the wine it turned vile

 Because you sold yourself to the Demon you revived!

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Thu, 22 Mar 2012 06:08:00 -0700 A School Day... http://rgdstar.posterous.com/a-school-day http://rgdstar.posterous.com/a-school-day

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I envy the winds for she is the rampant mustang

The meadow gleamed emerald green under the rays sent by Apollo

The aroma played gracefully with the green, ruffling the grass & caressing the leaves

The sound of churches ahead added beats to this lullaby in this summer heat

Life blazed from between the trees and I felt I was in a trance

But as I sang and danced horror caught by the hand and brought me back home

As I was on the highway to hell I looked back at the meadow yearning to go back to thee

For there I left Hypnos, the god of sleep

Horror took me to the rush and monstrous books sitting there infront of my face!

I was bought back to the disgusting urban world

Away from the peace, the dreams

Simply back to the quick pace!

(Written in 11th grade- around April)

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Wed, 21 Mar 2012 12:06:00 -0700 My Passion http://rgdstar.posterous.com/113837103 http://rgdstar.posterous.com/113837103

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And thus I stand with guilt wrapping me like a cloak

My Manner, My Behavior were wild with disgust

My shock, My Bewildered eyes pushed me across a peice of paper and here shall a sinner scribble her final words...

Her last silent verbs for the words shall be the prophets

It punished my soul, It struck my temple with Devine vengeance. Curse you! You satanic newborn for thee has weakened my shanks!

It ground my bones till i memory i was only left. I confess to every drop of ink my dark treasure.

I have befriended Lust, My lover i have spent my last breath calling upon you ...My true passion ... I have betrayed thee

I scribbled each letter with regret strangling me ,for numb is the least of what i have become.

For the curse raped my pumping blaze ...My dearest blaze why so dim and frail?

Behold across nowhere lurks my heart forlorn... For icy winters gave us a visit after your flight 

My beloved I shall deny my fear not

My Dearest I’m Petrified yet shadows and darkness are my power and shall not make me quiver

Not the peaceful flame of wax that makes me a fetus... Nay! Not those I hissed

My Half, I fear the sun...It's murders me 

It's the light that turns me to stone

My Passion, I shuddered at the thought of wandering in the fields of Lilly in the spring with a new essence... One I’m not familiar with

Wandering... Alone! With your aroma nowhere to be found

I go mad as the thought of tasting desire with a breeze I’m not familiar with

I have betrayed thee... I lost our token 

I was inflicted with pain...injury... cruelness, all to punish my desire

For I forced it to peek out from its borrow and unleash its devil... but in the scene you were not

For the camouflage was victory, as the actors aced their parts

As the director created the most gruesome lie of all time 

The audience clapped as the odious lie was a beautiful bride

                              The play was spectacular

A play i have not survived 

For my soul shall soar free calling upon you

My precious secret, my beloved thee.

 

 

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Wed, 14 Mar 2012 07:05:00 -0700 Saif 840- Second Generation http://rgdstar.posterous.com/saif-840-second-generation http://rgdstar.posterous.com/saif-840-second-generation

 

I still remember the night I hit the stage of Casino Du Liban for the first time of my life. As an 11th grader I didn't know what to expect, yet the play that the 2nd generation of the rahbani family directed has indeed gained the word "spectacular". Saif 840 was brought to life agian after it was written by the late Mansour Rahbani. The play took place in Antelias where the Prince Bashir the 2nd was in control.

What amazed me about the play was the actor Ghassan Saliba where he aroused a patriot in each one of the viewers bringing us all back to the beautiful image Lebanon. His singing along side with the tunes lavished with the passion of seeking freedom that once united with the Lebanese nature of mountains and shores was manifested in his dancing and core voice. At that moment i could feel the depth of the force motivating the tormented hero. Also what made the play catch my attention was the fact that the decorations were simple yet the dialogue held deep meanings and ideologies a Lebanese that knows the long  history of Lebanese struggle would definitely appreciate. In addition, the usage of the Lebanese vernacular and idioms gave a sense of humor, thus the writer of the play delivered his message in a vague manner. Other than the tunes that were close to the Lebanese hearer and the great actors that brought this play to life like Antione Kerbej and Hiba Tawaji. The dancing was all too catchy where the Dabke' was fundamental in each step. Finally, the social setting the late Mansour Rahbani created faced time and can be applicable to every struggle we face in our current political atmosphere in our current times.

Finally, as humble as my opinion would be to criticize such great work of art, I would say that the Rahbani family has yet again gained success in delivering a message

 

 

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Mon, 12 Mar 2012 09:46:00 -0700 Hassan and Marcus ....Best movie i have watched yet http://rgdstar.posterous.com/hassan-and-marcus-best-movie-i-have-watched-y http://rgdstar.posterous.com/hassan-and-marcus-best-movie-i-have-watched-y

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As a person that lived in a country that inhabits more than 14 sects i understand the deep roots where the religious conflict nests. Sadly People don't seem to realize that eventually Humans we all are and remdemption we all seek. Throw away the crust and look within the curtians to view the core. Both Islam and Christianity held the same core. The same God, the Same message, and the same preech. Young as i was , i got burned many times from ignorance and predjudice. The movie Hassan and Marcus was one of the best movies i have watched yet. The movie held a strong religious message where a Muslim Shiekh Mahmoud and a Christian Theologian Boulous swap lives to avoid religious extremits that threaten their lives. The roles were played by both Ahamad al Shrief and Adel al Imam, both huge and well recognized actor of the Eygptian and Middle East Cinema. Although the movie was attacked because it ends with a love story between the kids of the Shiekh and Theologian, i found in it the serenity i seek in my everyday life. In my opinion the movie must have been portraiyed with nothing less than what the director  have provided because people must become aware of the religious swamp they live in. The actors have aced their performances realizng that they have implented roles that belong to religions they have not beared since birth. Adel al Imam and and Ahmad al Shrief have manifested a lot of thier personalites in the roles they have played. You can tell that each actor is tired of the extreme intolerance of igonrance and tyrany. The movie protrays how both religions bear hate for the other yet what was intresting to me is how the producer created the image of the two similar religions in habits and methods of living. Also, i believe the director was very cleaver in showing the viewer how both sides are very ignorant. The movie was light on my heart because it had a sense of innocent comdey, though the subject was a heavy burden.

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Mon, 12 Mar 2012 06:47:00 -0700 Sea Born http://rgdstar.posterous.com/sea-born http://rgdstar.posterous.com/sea-born

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As I stand there in the winds, my hands said their vows to the son of the seas but all I could hear where the slopes calling upon me.

I followed the little voices back to the time I was human. I entered the other realm with no fright for I was the Shield.

A piece of parchment laying there behind the dust awaited me that night

Those words scribbled with hast, quaked my temple, that sight loomed in my mind

It Blow mustang winds in to my frail face… That Sentence…The sentence that never left my core

“My Blood, I have left these shores…On your own you are”

In the corner I collapsed …How shall you sail without the Reel?

For I was the ship and thee sailed me across the sirens lurking in the sea

Winds blew my rail… Crashed my barrels but my Captain said his prayers to the heavens above and Home we sought

Home… how I envy you

You held our secrets and I couldn’t reach out for a single word

For each scattered Letter Burnt and thus the wounds

I withdrew to my womb for there I shall wither in silence

No more voyages for me… Just an old stack of bones and memories I shall remain

My Sailor carried his cross and head back to the slopes

About me you ask? Well I wandered these shores with two dark eyes of glass and a shell that hid my face

I became a demon with broken wings… A look with no gleam… Words with no blaze

Sturdy as I remember myself I yearned to hit the salty waters of the deep

But I fell down and sand grains filled my eyes as the first drop of water dissolved my shanks

A crab I was holding on to the fairytale…

I cried to the moon and begged Celine for redemption

But the moon mocked me, imprisoning my ray of light… way beyond my reach

And thus one night words of terror I heard… The winds blowing from the slopes I questioned you… you dreadful messengers!

The words birthed the message that broke my shell and had me screeching for the olive trees

 Pebbles blocked my way … holding me back from the steep sight I squealed to reach

I climbed the slopes with the crack of every broken limb

But thee must reach… My sailor was a shadow and thee must reach!

I crashed the cottage door and stumbled across the floor breaking my teeth

I’m almost here I uttered…I pulled my body on the wooden floor and called upon him

He lied there giving me soft plain looks of deafness

I grabbed on to the foot of the squeaky corroded bed and touched his finger tip

A warm breeze rushed through me as I was serenity …I was calmness

I opened my lids to view my sailor flutter out of sight

And I was snatched and thrown back on to the rocks devoured by the sea

I sobered…The slopes casted me out my Love I whispered with tears

And there I was back at the shores… Looking across the twilight sun

I summoned the sea…I shall sail again!

But wet as my face was from the journey … I buried my corpse in the hot sand

I exiled myself… Sea Born I was… Sea born shall always be

I held the grains of glittering sand in my palm… For dirt it can never be

 I closed those tiresome lids for the last time… My lips parted in to the final scream… “I’m almost here… My Passion I’m almost here!”

 

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Mon, 12 Mar 2012 06:44:00 -0700 Day 1 http://rgdstar.posterous.com/day-1 http://rgdstar.posterous.com/day-1

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Day 1

Leaving everything behind, the journey I initiated was a blur. Running towards the slopes was the ideal answer to me. The old house awaits me I said and there I shall face the past yet again. For odious are my memories and he is part of the swamp I have lived in for some time… I look back and all I see is a shadow with an innocent essence screaming and screeching, but no one hears it beg. The memory is the key for me to fall under the Fakir’s voodoo casted upon me. I don’t know why I can’t stop I don’t know why I haven’t claimed a Nay! But how can I? When weakness is my hinder, when a pumping blaze is the supreme authority for all the confusion and misery I have claimed. She screamed to go back to the present enjoy a fruit basket she stumbled upon while I just craved for the past. Yearned to seek an aura... lavished with flames I have surely misplaced. The road was an illusion dripping with jauntiness. To him, to his arms, to his soul I screamed! Why are you my adversary I scolded her stop pulling me back! Please I beg you let me surrender, let me fall wounded, let me waste my pragmatism. I yearn to him why wouldn’t you allow me to seek myself in the core of his eyes … those eyes that captivate me. What are you trying to prove you ignorant selfish being??!! She blasted at me… let him be, let time heal purify you from those sins… love? There is no such being you foolish girl.  I may roam the entire region and never accomplish my goal I replied back… I acknowledge that what I thrive for is absurd but I crave for his voice… for his tenderness why can’t you understand? Have you got no mercy u ghastly?

She sighed with pity and grudgingly replied… my blood myself why won’t you understand that the moon is not bright and astonishing as it seems? I strive to keep you in your safe cocoon; I battle to keep you sane… why do you have to be masochistic?  Why do you choose your death while you can be alive?

I stared back at my own reflection and replied, for the ordinary I shall settle not. Get out of myself and let me to head to my flight for I chose bondage and the wounds are mine! I shall rage and the siege I shall defy! I shall burn myself if it means that I survive … for earth is just not enough and my rocket has settled its path…

She stared with rage at my reply as she creased her forehead and her mouth twitched… you are absurd!! You are mad!! You are ridiculous!! A FOOL I SAY!!

Wake up from the dream… you are just acting so juvenile.  Why can’t you accept the bliss you are in?  Why can’t you let go and just breathe… look at the world how it lives and proceeds and you still hanging to the star that was once a token of a forbidden desire. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and spoke to her yet again … dearest self I have got no answer!! Let me be... Leave me alone… for I have been cursed and you shall not hold for me my cross!

 

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 “An olive tree pregnant with grace made me wonder. I ignored the puzzled faces passing by for they are ignorant of the beauty… The Beauty that is shy and timid of neglect. I united with the breeze that struggles across the urban dark forest that I escaped only with my soul and visions…The breeze settled down in my guts for seconds to exit again towards the horizon making me yearn for the wings of Icarus, yet I shall soar low as I might land in the clutches of my beloved…My salvation on earth

Days withered and I’m still lost in the gruesome trance. I neglected all and used the nude for the nation as a whole, you sons of man, are implicated. Ignorance and Grief Grew and Flourished in my soul for evil around me is all what roams. Dearest Tree, you simple magnificent creature I beg thee enlighten me for the simple ruffle of your leaves made me neglect all what I saw as necessary. In your calm generous nature I found serenity. On the urge of tears I was when you revealed the glory of your creator. Warmth and Love took over me and my soul urged to be fondled because ahuge debt has been prayed. Raghda Sweid

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