FADE IN:
Trust me. It's paradise.
This is where the hungry come to feed. For mine is a generation that circles the globe and searches for something we haven't tried before. So never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It's probably worth it.
You hope, and you dream. But you never believe that something is going to happen for you. Not like it does in the movies. And when it actually does, you want it to feel different: more visceral. More real. I was waiting for it to hit me, but it just wouldn't happen.
My dear OtherEnders,
You’ll have to excuse me. I know. It’s been a while. My writing efforts have taken me somewhere else. Somewhere you might enjoy in the future.
Yes, maybe. And maybe not. But you’ll never know unless you try. I believe I mentioned to you once that I’m passionate about the world of cinema.
OK. I’m lying. I mentioned it to you so many times. But it really feels like it was just once. Because each time I speak about it, it feels like the first time. I will never get bored. You’ll have to excuse me.
The title is “to be announced at a later stage” and is written by “Dany Bachir”. It’s a short movie to be directed by a dear friend of mine “Marcel Ghosn” and produced by both of us.
Shooting location? Dubai.
Movie type? Short. Approximately 15 minutes.
Camera? 36 mm motion picture camera.
Shooting date? Sometime next month.
Release date? Hopefully end of this year.
Purpose? Passion and love.
Real purpose? Send it to film festivals and get selected.
Result? Win.
Later result? Become known and reputed.
Then? Produce other films.
Later result? Become a screenwriter and filmmaker.
It feels good to build yourself a critical path. A road map you can work upon and adjust wherever you leap. Try it. Whatever your dreams are. It will help you have a better vision of your vision and make your dreams seem more realistic. You start realizing that there is a path to achieving your dreams. Whether tough or easy, there is a path. It’s up to you to overcome the different stages. Whether you’re passionate enough or not.
But please. Don’t get me wrong. I'm not that aggressive. I still consider myself a romantic. Or at least I like the idea of being considered one. I wouldn’t mind not achieving my dreams for keeping the love I share with my Family and Friends and search for others out there. Some OtherEnders.
On my judgment day, I wouldn’t mind be laying on my death bed and my last words to be:
I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.
And then.
FADE OUT:
THE END
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
You're ...
Again. It’s a birthday.
Yes. Another special one.
One of those that make you happy. That make you smile. It comes to the brains and jumps straight to the heart. A heart that enjoys beauty and sunshine.
Instead of accepting gifts, she's always offering me the gift of a lifetime.
Just by being there.
I have already mentioned her in one of my previous articles, Her Million Dollar Smile. And since then, she has maintained that smile, yet made it even more touching. A smile that makes you feel weird if you miss it for a single day.
She smiles. And the world smiles at her. The world just can’t help it. It’s uncontrollable.
Something out of this world.
If you want to see God smiling down at you, watch her smile. As simple as that. She preaches peace and love.
Just by being there.
A birthday which the world celebrates. Huge celebrations for the simple fact that there are people like her around. Making you feel better about yourselves and about everything around you.
A real proof that love and friendship still exist. Indeed they exist.
Having her around is like seeing sunrise in the morning and sunset in the evening. And every beauty in between.
Yes. She makes sure you never miss them.
Just by being there.
What can a man wish a woman on her birthday? What can I wish her on her birthday? All the messages you can find on greeting cards. Put together. They’ll make a long list. I just hope I could have all the blank papers of the world. I would have written on them.
And still, you deserve more.
I might be cold sometimes. But I think I know how to love and respect. And still, this is the least I could do for you. Show you appreciation.
Please don’t do more. Just make me feel like I do when I’m with you.
Just by being there.
Life has taken away some people I admired, but has given me others. Others that see. Others that seek the other end of sunrise. Others that stand my bad moods. Others who accept me for what I am.
And you’re one of them.
My dearest Tracy,
I just hope I will be blessed with many more years on this planet just to wish you more happy birthdays. And if not, I will still find a way to do it from Heaven. Don't worry.
I wish you more and more years, decades and even centuries to come. Those that make you grow old and become more and more beautiful. Those that make you enjoy a happy life where so many experiences are to be experienced, many sights are to be seen and many feelings are to be felt.
If there’s anything to say, if there’s anything to do, if there’s any other way, I’ll do anything to be there for you.
People die around the world, but others live. Others make it up because they’re worth millions.
And you’re definitely worth millions.
Happy Birthday to you and may you always be surrounded by your Family, loved ones and … who knows.
You're my OtherEnder and my Muse.
You're ... the Tracy Askar
Yes. Another special one.
One of those that make you happy. That make you smile. It comes to the brains and jumps straight to the heart. A heart that enjoys beauty and sunshine.
Instead of accepting gifts, she's always offering me the gift of a lifetime.
Just by being there.
I have already mentioned her in one of my previous articles, Her Million Dollar Smile. And since then, she has maintained that smile, yet made it even more touching. A smile that makes you feel weird if you miss it for a single day.
She smiles. And the world smiles at her. The world just can’t help it. It’s uncontrollable.
Something out of this world.
If you want to see God smiling down at you, watch her smile. As simple as that. She preaches peace and love.
Just by being there.
A birthday which the world celebrates. Huge celebrations for the simple fact that there are people like her around. Making you feel better about yourselves and about everything around you.
A real proof that love and friendship still exist. Indeed they exist.
Having her around is like seeing sunrise in the morning and sunset in the evening. And every beauty in between.
Yes. She makes sure you never miss them.
Just by being there.
What can a man wish a woman on her birthday? What can I wish her on her birthday? All the messages you can find on greeting cards. Put together. They’ll make a long list. I just hope I could have all the blank papers of the world. I would have written on them.
And still, you deserve more.
I might be cold sometimes. But I think I know how to love and respect. And still, this is the least I could do for you. Show you appreciation.
Please don’t do more. Just make me feel like I do when I’m with you.
Just by being there.
Life has taken away some people I admired, but has given me others. Others that see. Others that seek the other end of sunrise. Others that stand my bad moods. Others who accept me for what I am.
And you’re one of them.
My dearest Tracy,
I just hope I will be blessed with many more years on this planet just to wish you more happy birthdays. And if not, I will still find a way to do it from Heaven. Don't worry.
I wish you more and more years, decades and even centuries to come. Those that make you grow old and become more and more beautiful. Those that make you enjoy a happy life where so many experiences are to be experienced, many sights are to be seen and many feelings are to be felt.
If there’s anything to say, if there’s anything to do, if there’s any other way, I’ll do anything to be there for you.
People die around the world, but others live. Others make it up because they’re worth millions.
And you’re definitely worth millions.
Happy Birthday to you and may you always be surrounded by your Family, loved ones and … who knows.
You're my OtherEnder and my Muse.
You're ... the Tracy Askar
Monday, September 10, 2007
Time Will Tell
Beirut, Lebanon. Saturday night. Almost 11pm.
Home … Alone ….
Thought I’d escape whatever takes place on a Saturday night. Thought I’d give sometime to myself. Some quality time where all I have is me, and no one else. Being alone is probably a lie. There are so many people with me. In my thoughts.
They are right. Those who say that you need to be around people to forget about people.
Yes. They’re definitely right. When you’re alone, they start hunting you back. Sometimes their presence is not welcomed.
My thoughts are going to so many places and toward so many others who have had such a big impact on my life. Some thoughts are quiet nice, and some others, not that much. I’m not really in the mood to share my thoughts with you tonight. So you’ll have to excuse me.
I’m sorry.
What I’d like to do is scream. But that would sound too creepy. So I’ll spare myself from self humiliation and try to survive this evening like a normal person …
A guy who’s spending a good night at home, with his ghosts.
Then I think to myself: what better than writing. Yes. And here I am. Writing. And sharing this moment with some of you. Those who read my words from time to time. My secret OtherEnders. Those who probably are trying to figure out what’s on the other end …
Of sunrise.
What’s really there? Probably those thinking what’s on the other end of sunset. It would be nice to be considered on the other end of sunset. I like sunsets. They’re quiet romantic. And yes. I am a romantic. At least that’s what I think of myself. If I’m wrong, don’t prove me wrong. I’d like to enjoy this idea. It’s nice.
You might say I’m bored. Well maybe I am. Bored of a simple life. A life which lacks excitement.
I always say: “We hope and we dream, but we never expect what’s going to happen to us.”
What’s going to happen? We never know. Maybe that’s what they call excitement. Yeah, maybe.
Some of you might be interested in knowing where I’m sitting, what I’m wearing and a few other “whats”: I’m wearing a pair of old jeans and a pair of old converse™. I’m sitting at the kitchen table. On my left is a bottle of Smirnoff Ice™. My third this evening. Until now. And on my right, a poor box of Marlboro Whites™ being aggressively attacked.
Yes. Smoking and drinking. Don’t go ahead and blame me. It’s Saturday night after all. Who said I should be smoking and drinking in a club? Here I am, in the best club ever. My home.
John Travolta is probably flying his private jet from Los Angeles to New York to spend an evening watching a Broadway show. Kanu is probably a poor hungry boy in Nigeria crying for food. I’m Dany sitting in Lebanon and thinking about these people. Pathetic you might say. Tonight? I don’t mind.
I’m not going to go on and talk politics and attack imperialism. I’m going to spare them for tonight. Lucky them. I’m not going to talk about movies. That’s something I could do forever. But a bit of sacrifice. That’s something I should be practicing on from now on.
Actually? I don’t know what I’m going to talk about. Probably you would be saying: “This guy has been talking for a while now. He should be shutting up and going to sleep.” Well. I won’t. I’m just enjoying the moment.
No. I’m not going through a bad time. Or a depression some of you might say.
At the contrary. I think I’m going through what some of you might be going through every day. But you know what? It’s nice to share it with some people. Again, my OtherEnders.
Recently I heard that two of my school mates died this week. Both in some car accidents. May they rest in peace. I hope they’ve lived a nice life. It was their time. I know that some day mine will come. And some people will be waiting for me. Someone will actually show me around heaven. Yes. Someday I will see you. But not yet. There are few things I need to see on this planet. There are few feelings I would like to experience. I would like to see my nephews grow old.
The song says:
“Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while
Heaven can wait, were only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gona drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don’t have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sad pit life is a short trip
The music is for the sad man
Can you imagine when this race is run?
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders and getting in tune
The music is for the mad man
Forever young I want to be
Forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever, forever young
Yes. The Indie Punk version could help me a bit.
I try to imagine how my life looks like from out there. From out of this bubble I live in. Some people have made me happy. Some others have made me cry. But probably my tears never meant much to them. They got what they wanted. And that’s what they wanted.
Good for them.
The best relief is self relief. Believe me. It’s comes faster. Tougher but faster.
It was nice talking to you. I hope I didn’t bore you or bother you with what you might call nonsense.
I’m going to have a couple of other sips from the bottle on my right and a couple of those from the box on my left.
After that? Who knows.
Time will tell …
Home … Alone ….
Thought I’d escape whatever takes place on a Saturday night. Thought I’d give sometime to myself. Some quality time where all I have is me, and no one else. Being alone is probably a lie. There are so many people with me. In my thoughts.
They are right. Those who say that you need to be around people to forget about people.
Yes. They’re definitely right. When you’re alone, they start hunting you back. Sometimes their presence is not welcomed.
My thoughts are going to so many places and toward so many others who have had such a big impact on my life. Some thoughts are quiet nice, and some others, not that much. I’m not really in the mood to share my thoughts with you tonight. So you’ll have to excuse me.
I’m sorry.
What I’d like to do is scream. But that would sound too creepy. So I’ll spare myself from self humiliation and try to survive this evening like a normal person …
A guy who’s spending a good night at home, with his ghosts.
Then I think to myself: what better than writing. Yes. And here I am. Writing. And sharing this moment with some of you. Those who read my words from time to time. My secret OtherEnders. Those who probably are trying to figure out what’s on the other end …
Of sunrise.
What’s really there? Probably those thinking what’s on the other end of sunset. It would be nice to be considered on the other end of sunset. I like sunsets. They’re quiet romantic. And yes. I am a romantic. At least that’s what I think of myself. If I’m wrong, don’t prove me wrong. I’d like to enjoy this idea. It’s nice.
You might say I’m bored. Well maybe I am. Bored of a simple life. A life which lacks excitement.
I always say: “We hope and we dream, but we never expect what’s going to happen to us.”
What’s going to happen? We never know. Maybe that’s what they call excitement. Yeah, maybe.
Some of you might be interested in knowing where I’m sitting, what I’m wearing and a few other “whats”: I’m wearing a pair of old jeans and a pair of old converse™. I’m sitting at the kitchen table. On my left is a bottle of Smirnoff Ice™. My third this evening. Until now. And on my right, a poor box of Marlboro Whites™ being aggressively attacked.
Yes. Smoking and drinking. Don’t go ahead and blame me. It’s Saturday night after all. Who said I should be smoking and drinking in a club? Here I am, in the best club ever. My home.
John Travolta is probably flying his private jet from Los Angeles to New York to spend an evening watching a Broadway show. Kanu is probably a poor hungry boy in Nigeria crying for food. I’m Dany sitting in Lebanon and thinking about these people. Pathetic you might say. Tonight? I don’t mind.
I’m not going to go on and talk politics and attack imperialism. I’m going to spare them for tonight. Lucky them. I’m not going to talk about movies. That’s something I could do forever. But a bit of sacrifice. That’s something I should be practicing on from now on.
Actually? I don’t know what I’m going to talk about. Probably you would be saying: “This guy has been talking for a while now. He should be shutting up and going to sleep.” Well. I won’t. I’m just enjoying the moment.
No. I’m not going through a bad time. Or a depression some of you might say.
At the contrary. I think I’m going through what some of you might be going through every day. But you know what? It’s nice to share it with some people. Again, my OtherEnders.
Recently I heard that two of my school mates died this week. Both in some car accidents. May they rest in peace. I hope they’ve lived a nice life. It was their time. I know that some day mine will come. And some people will be waiting for me. Someone will actually show me around heaven. Yes. Someday I will see you. But not yet. There are few things I need to see on this planet. There are few feelings I would like to experience. I would like to see my nephews grow old.
The song says:
“Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while
Heaven can wait, were only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gona drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don’t have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sad pit life is a short trip
The music is for the sad man
Can you imagine when this race is run?
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders and getting in tune
The music is for the mad man
Forever young I want to be
Forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever, forever young
Yes. The Indie Punk version could help me a bit.
I try to imagine how my life looks like from out there. From out of this bubble I live in. Some people have made me happy. Some others have made me cry. But probably my tears never meant much to them. They got what they wanted. And that’s what they wanted.
Good for them.
The best relief is self relief. Believe me. It’s comes faster. Tougher but faster.
It was nice talking to you. I hope I didn’t bore you or bother you with what you might call nonsense.
I’m going to have a couple of other sips from the bottle on my right and a couple of those from the box on my left.
After that? Who knows.
Time will tell …
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)