Coffee Shops

It has to be said that the increase of the coffee shops in Lebanon is quiet trespassing the limits of normality. This noticeable issue has far more fathoms than it really shows. Such a boost in both the number of the coffee shops and the rate of the attendants raises the odds of being on the first step of Sloth’s Ladder. We cannot claim our ignorance of this infectious topic. We aren’t blind, nor deaf, and surely nor mute.
Our tendency to cope with the current circumstances lacks vital contribution and, of course, is short of eagerness. The ‘citizen’ has adopted the notions that he is an incapable creature, life is not offering positive chances, jobs are vacant but opportunities of getting any is nearly impossible, moving to advancement needs moving your body that needs effort that needs exertion and there is nothing worth all that toil as the results as previously labeled as fruitless, and we ought not to forget the last notion of finance: a penny kept saves your penny-less days.
Yet, and regardless to this ideology, one aims not to endeavor any process for changing his fact. Unfortunately, instead of getting adapted to it, one tends to accept it as it is, and lives with it. The consequences are then pretty known: longer sleeping-hours, longer wasted-time, and longer-depressive cases! And in the midst of such a melancholic state, the pragmatic solution emerges out of a sudden: Go out, embrace life, meet people, and Mingle! Of course, which place to ‘get acquainted and connected to all of that’ is better than Coffee Shops?! There isn’t. So, people would go their, thinking they are doing something important, that they are contributing to the World’s Improvement and Progress, that with their outgoing-act, the World would be a better place.
Psychologically speaking, the attendance of the unemployed and the youngsters in the Coffee Shops signifies a quantum shift in their focus from the Potential World to the Idle World. Time has stopped in their watches and clocks. Future ceased to exist. And living is only another form of not dying!!

~ An Inevitable Speech ~

[An excerpt from the script of the film: V for Vendetta]

Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday. I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, think, and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillence coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well, certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now High Chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence .Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

V for Vendetta

[An excerpt from the script of the film V for Vendetta]

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox popoli, now vacant and vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
– V's introduction to Evey

Think!

The post today is merely a question that crossed my mind:
How many traces of evidence do you leave behind?

Cry Me a River

It's not something easy to see a man crying. The whole Masculine Figure would alter in front of the viewer's eyes. The concept of Man would shift into a different realm, which consists of purity, transparency, and authenticity!

"The Art of Reading" - Books' Rules

To apprentice the art of reading, one needs to follow certain rules, or what I call "Books' Rules". These are not obligatory, but rather they come plainly and simply as an inevitable process to reach a better reading.

The rules are:

1- Buy a bookmark with every new book you purchase.
2- Never fold the angles of the pages.
3- Never use any kind of markers/ pens/ etc, to point something out; instead, print a copy, photocopy the selection, or simply write it on a note book.
4- Don’t press your pages as you are opening them, the glue may part, and the pages will tear off.
5- Never drink, eat, or smoke while reading.

Advises

1- Read one book at a time. If you happen to be a multilingual reader, read one book from each language, they won’t interfere.
2- Try to read some consecutive hours in consecutive days. A long lapse of time between a reading sitting and another creates a grand gap of comprehension.
3- When finished, write a summary note and locate it in between the last paper and the cover.

"P" VS "B"

Between a moment in the past and a life time in the future – I simply choose the past.
Between a sound from the golden ages and a non-stop beat of nowadays so-called-hypocrisy – I surely single out the former.
Thus, it's like the return of the cub to its lioness – the mother. The retreat of the foam of the ebbing wave, the daily yearning of trees and leaves to the yawning morning sun, - I passed my hand upon and among my pens, pencils, fountain pens, and quills.. picked one, an easy going one, and started scribbling my thoughts upon a whitely-clear pad.
After the long absence of such a habit, my fingers are moving upon the plain papers with wonder and astonishment. Little they know that both my PC and laptop are damaged (thanks to a friend’s corrupted obscene photo) and are in need of formatting! Yet, I am not that annoyed, as if I am always online, or has to be continuously connected to the world behind.
Again, between a paper and a screen, I choose a paper, and naturally between a Pen and a Button, I can’t but avoid the latter.
I began writing from a long time. My first mystery story was at the age of 10. It came out as a challenge between my father and I. He forbade me to read any mystery story during the scholastic year, so, I replied, “If you don’t want me to read stories, I shall write ones”. And the trigger was pressed!
I still have the first draft of that first offspring.. It is very weird to read yourself 10 years later.. So simple life... So naïve! The moments were filled with innocence and faults.
But loving the stationeries was much before. The reason was because I did nott use to go out of the house, so, I created my Silent World, which was necessarily going to be filled with Silent Items. I invited color to my life through Crayons, Pastels, Colored Ink pots, and other stuff. I invited shapes and figures to my life via different kinds of pens with various tips. And I was skillful at the art.
Too skillful, in fact!

Letters and Numbers

I've called myself long time ago a: "CC", a Collector and a Counter, simply because, on one hand, I love to collect millions of things, and every little item has a certain appreciation and a special gist to me; whereas on the second hand, I am helplessly unable but to count and number everything I owned, own, am going to own, and will own in a perfectly organized and arranged Journal. So, you can imagine how many lists I do possess!
It never occurred to me though once that the numbers may hide a specific latent meaning, but after reading my friend's post "777", I went back to my Book of Lists and surfed some columns. Strangely I discovered that I own (480 CDs) and (240 DVDs), which is the exact HALF!!
I thought a lot about this issue.. this coincidence.. but nothing came out with me except that one is the half of the other and both can be divided by number (3), which has a special connotation and attachment to my upraising, but then, that is another story!!