can we?

December 15, 2010 at 4:18 pm (Writings)

Overwhelmed. One word with no apparent significance, but what is it that’s overwhelming? I’d like to say life, but in truth, life is very different from the appropriate word needed. Reality.  Such a complex word, no two people will give you the same definition, we all have different versions of reality. Life is the sugar coating around the horrible truth. We are all victims of denial, and to deny that would further confirm the truth, that we go through life believing we’re not like anyone else. Bad things could never happen to us. Perhaps there is some truth in that, maybe some of us are favored by the random hand of fate, but what of the rest of us? Those who live in remote areas of the world with no means to ever materialize their dreams, or those who are too pained by hunger to worry about education, or those whose only worry is to find shelter to spend the night? Very few of us ever spare those unfortunate souls a moment of our time. What is history but a series of the rich dominating the poor? The malicious people live happily ever after while the kind hearted ones suffer. If you believe in God you can comfort yourself by saying, ‘well God will redeem them in the after-life.’ So should we stand by and watch them patiently wait for the spirit of death to finally rid them of the pain of living? The answer is NO. We are all brethren; we are of the same kind despite race, color, and social status. Have you ever seen animals kill their own species? Are animals better than us? Sometimes it seems so. We all have to stick together, it takes one person to initiate a chain of unification among all mankind and as the cliché goes, ‘we can make a difference.’


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December 13, 2010 at 11:03 am (Writings)

“Come on Steve, snap out of it.” Steve turned to face his best friend but the mischievous twinkle that usually gleamed in Robert’s eyes was replaced with what could only be described as pity. Ever since Cassie ran off with another man Robert hadn’t left his side. Steve knew he was a mess and felt a wave of self-pity wash over him. How could he let himself hit rock bottom like this? He was just about to close on the biggest deal of his career, a deal worth $5million and he was in the worst shape of his life.

“Now enjoy Karma,” said Robert,

“What?” Steve was so lost in his thoughts that he had forgotten where he was. This sense of disorientation had become a norm and was accompanied by a temporary paralysis that seized his body whenever he reflected on the sorry state he was in.

“Karma, Steve” Robert leaned over and whispered, “ I hear she’s a bitch!”

Steve looked at the stripper who was now in the middle of giving him a lap dance. Her black hair cascaded down her back and caught the red light shimmering above them. She turned around and Steve realized how beautiful she was. Even in the dark he could notice how blue her eyes were, how smooth her glistening skin was, and his breath caught in his throat.  When he finally found his voice he asked, “so what kind of name is Karma?” Her perfectly shaped lips formed a teasing smile, “what goes around CUMs around baby!” she replied, threw her head back and laughed.

Later that night Steve got to thinking about Karma and how it has fucked him. Royally! He had always thought he was a good person so how could this be happening? He gave to charity, never turned away from a friend in need, and never lied, stole, or cheated. Unlike Cassie, who did her fair share of cheating. He heard her voice again yelling at him that it was HIS fault, that HE drove her into another man’s arms because He was always working and never around.  Steve took another gulp of his whiskey and thought about how easy it would be to just end it all. His mind wandered to the gun he kept in his nightstand. Why is it, he thought to himself, that I cant remember the last time I was happy? He made a good living, had a car that made his friends want to cry, and a house that made women swoon. Despite everything, he couldn’t help shake off the feeling of emptiness that consumed his soul. He wondered what his obituary would say, “Successful investment banker, shot himself in the face, said to suffer from chronic dissatisfaction” The very thought sent shivers down his spine, and he made a silent vow to find happiness, even if it killed him.

Steve awoke the next morning to the sound of applause coming from the T.V. He must have fallen asleep with it on. Ever since Cassie left, the house felt so empty that Steve would sometimes turn the T.V. on to drown out the silence that seemed so loud to his ears. He reached for the remote, knocking over the empty whiskey bottle in the process. Just as he was about to turn the T.V. off and return to his death-like slumber he saw Winston Churchill appear on the screen and deliver one of his most famous speeches:

“ Sure I am that this day we are masters of our fate, that the task which has been set before us is not above our strength; that its pangs and toils are not beyond my endurance. As long as we have faith in our own cause and an unconquerable will to win, victory will not be denied us.”

The quote inspired Steve, it seemed like the universe was trying to tell him something, and he was finally tuned in. He thought about Karma again. Karma from the root Kri “to do”-the means by which you become the architect of your own destiny.  He spent the whole afternoon reflecting on his life as a series of cause and effect. His realizations shocked him to the core. He thought about his success, and how many people he had to step on to get to where he is. His entire existence was based on materialistic acquisitions, superficial joy, and a horrible mis-synchronization of his mind, body, and soul. No wonder he was so unhappy. Money, success, relationships, none of it mattered if he didn’t have mental well-being. After all, how is he supposed to attract positive things if his brain operated on a negative frequency? He had always been the captain of his fate but he had been steering it in the wrong direction and he feared that if he didn’t introduce some drastic change in his life, he would end up a wreck.

Two weeks later Steve found himself on a flight to India. He had quit his job and sold most of his belongings. He would join a monastery located high in Himalayas. He had heard that they held the secrets to happiness, enlightenment, and spiritual well being. As turbulence rocked the plane Steve felt at peace. He closed his eyes and relished in the feeling that for the first time in his life, he felt that he was on the right path. He smiled and mentally prepared himself for the journey ahead.


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“Out, out-“

December 11, 2010 at 12:36 pm (Writings)

“The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard

And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,

Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.

And from there those that lifted eyes could count

Five mountain ranges one behind the other

Under the sunset far into Vermont.

And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,

As it ran light, or had to bear a load.

And nothing happened: day was all but done.

Call it a day, I wish they might have said

To please the boy by giving him the half hour

That a boy counts so much when saved from work.

His sister stood beside him in her apron

To tell them “Supper.” At the word, the saw,

As if it meant to prove saws know what supper meant,

Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap –

He must have given the hand. However it was,

Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!

Half in appeal, but half as if to keep

The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all –

Since he was old enough to know, big boy

Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart –

He saw all was spoiled. “Don’t let him cut my hand off –

The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!”

So. The hand was gone already.

The doctor put him in the dark of ether.

He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.

And then – the watcher at his pulse took a fright.

No one believed. They listened to his heart.

Little – less – nothing! – and that ended it.

No more to build on there. And they, since they

Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.”

I love this poem by Robert Frost, first of all the title is derived from my favorite Shakespeare play, Macbeth, when Macbeth found out his wife had killed herself. “Out, out brief candle! Life’s but a walked shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

It never fails to amaze me how words can be put together to create something so meaningful and beautiful. I feel like this poem by Frost is a reflection on life. It can be interpreted in so many way…is Frost touching on the issue of child labor? Or a hard life?  He personifies the saw, giving it life as it jumps out to cut the boys hand with its sharp teeth. This is similar to when life throws some unexpected turn your way. Or it can signify loss of control. The boy was the one controlling the saw, but then it turned on him. Similarly, we can’t control life; we can plan, but experience dictates that things rarely go as planned. When he says, “don’t let him cut off my hand” but the hand was already gone, does it symbolize how sometimes we fight for things that are already out of our grasp? My favorite part is the end…”and since they were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.” It so true! People seem to have lost their sense of compassion these days, nothing stills the heart anymore, nothing seems to matter but ourselves.


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Bad weather

December 11, 2010 at 8:58 am (Writings)

It’s so confusing to wake up and find it’s still dark; you look at your clock and its supposed to be morning

But outside your window it’s like the sky is in mourning

The wind is so violent it howls in the most ferocious way

This is not the ideal way to start my day

I can’t believe I have to walk to class in this weather

If only I was as light as a feather

Because then the wind would pick me up and we’d go on a ride

But that would mean I’d actually have to go outside

At this point I just want to crawl back into bed

And block out the echoes of the wind in my head

I don’t want to see the gloomy clouds

Or hear the rain sputtering on the ground

Why is Zeus so angry anyway?

Obviously he’s the one who’s having a bad day

Or maybe this is how he tries to wash our sins away…

I hate this weather either way.


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Keep walking…

December 10, 2010 at 10:31 am (Marketing)

Today in my Marketing class we discussed the new Johnnie Walker campaign done by Leo Burnett. I think it’s the epitome of how an interactive and integrated campaign should be. Well-timed, well-executed, and it received much hype within hours of being launched! I like the fact that they used Bernard Khoury, someone who has actually made a difference and contributed in the beautification of the Lebanese landscape with his designs. His story is inspiring and the campaign inspires the viewer to come up with news ways for Lebanon to keep walking…

In my opinion “Separate the sword from the swine and Lebanon Keeps Walking”

What would you do to keep Lebanon walking?

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To Nonconformity

December 9, 2010 at 5:22 pm (Writings)

To nonconformity, originality, and eccentricity.

Down with blue jeans, pink polo’s, and white sneakers!

Instead of bobs, bangs and Mary Jane’s sport Mohawks and dreadlocks for a change.

Sandals in the rain, leather in the sand, throw away designer and make your own brand.

Tattoo your skin and pierce your brow, raise above the masses of a faceless crowd.

Instead of lippo for your feet, and silicon that expands in heat, try going au natural for about a week, and if people start pointing and laughing in the street, tell them ‘I’m a nonconformist and you have funny feet!’

No more fake smiles with blinding white teeth, put them to better use and go get something to eat.

And what’s with the size double zero, is ‘invisible’ the new thing?

What else will they demand, grow a tail? Sprout wings?

Dare to be different, live with a passion, and screw vogues ‘must-have’ fashion.


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Who am I?

December 9, 2010 at 4:38 pm (Writings)

“I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.”

This quote resonates with me, I can relate to Socrates insatiable hunger for information, his consciousness that he, in all his wisdom, has but dipped his toe in the vast ocean of knowledge. I understand that I am still young and have so much more to learn, I’m eager to embark on that journey that will enlighten me with every step I take, slowly paving the path to brighter future. Perhaps every brick I’ll lay down for myself will shed light on something new. Maybe under every stone I turn, I’ll find answers where I previously encountered more question marks. At the end of my personal odyssey, I might be lucky enough to be able to dip my toe in a humble pond of knowledge.

I would like to make a clarification. In my reference to the word ‘knowledge’, I do not only mean academia, but also achieving self-awareness. I think it is safe to say that no one is completely self aware, a lot of times we do things that even we don’t understand. Sometimes our reflection reveals a stranger. In my quest for wisdom, I hope to find myself along the way. This is not to say that I don’t know who I am, however there is a difference between self-image and self-awareness. I rank high with the former, but the latter is still a blur. Here is what I do know of myself:
I am constantly co-creating with the universe. I believe in the laws of attraction, in energy, and in positive thinking. I set goals for myself, place my intentions out into the universe, detach myself from the outcome, and accept that everything happens for a reason.
Right now, I am the sum of all my experiences. Tomorrow I will be someone totally different. I cant wait to meet myself.

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Hello world!

December 9, 2010 at 4:30 pm (Writings)

Welcome to This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!

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