White Chocolate

White chocolate, most people know it's not really chocolate but they keep calling it "chocolate". I used to hate that ! If it's not chocolate don't call it chocolate. I was very deference about it, still a bit deference but for whole different reason...

I used to have a dentition to everything, I go by set of rules to control me and keep me centered. Then, my world was turned up side down that damned night and my world went into complete chaos. I no longer believe in rules or dentition, and I decided to look to things differently. Told myself, lets start with " white chocolate ".

I went to a store and got a bar of white chocolate. Opened the bar and kept looking at for hours then it started to melt. I played with it, smelt it, licked my finger, damn ! It taste, smells and feels like chocolate, why was I so stubborn about it ! So what, if it's not made out of full cocoa, they used it's butter at lest.I guess, I was a racist but I finally grew out of it.

To be honest, I respect white chocolate now. Despite the fact that everyone remind her, that she is not a real chocolate, she still feels, smells and tastes like chocolate. So what I am not a real chocolate, you still find me tasty. This is what I hear when I hold white chocolate in my hand. I smile and take a big bite of it and I thank her for showing me a different side of the story...

In fact nowadays, whenever I have white and dark chocolate together, I keep the white chocolate for the last because I love it now...
 

Self - Actualization

As a part of fixing my self, I'm siting in front of a mirror trying to take a good look at myself. Of course I start hurting my self with my own insecurities. My head is too big, my nose is huge, my ears look like Dumbo's ears. Fuck I look like Dumbo, then I wake up from my self-conscious hallucinations and realize it should be more like soul search than my mind fuck. After losing all of my self confidence -_-" I start seeing who I am on the inside...

I have to be honest and admit that I don't like the mess I see inside. I can see where I have done wrong, I let the worse of it get the best of me. I forgot who I'm supposed to be, I forgot what I have accomplished so far, and I forgot who I am. I let his problems define me, his rejection overwhelm me, and his stupidity rule me. I could have been the worst thing that happened to him. Yeah, If he thinks that I showed him hell, he's mistaken, I just opened a window on my Tartarus. However, that ended without seeing the best of it. Enough about him, this should be about me...

When I look at myself, I see the girl who lost, her family, her dream, and herself. It was an accumulative effect no ones fault but me. I don't believe in myself, I lost my fire but at lest I can admit it. I let myself slip through the cracks and I lost that spark in my eyes that spark that kept me going when things got dark...

To be honest I hate who I became, or whom I let myself become because of few pumps and heartbreaks along what can be a really long and lonely road. However, I'm still standing and my story have still not ended...

LA

Ok so I'm still angry u wont tell me who u r -____- but I need the mental distraction :/ if u r still reading my blog...

Almost Back

I lost my track along the way, sometimes we forget who we are. I think that what happened or still happening, it was or it's just a phase but I'm finally trying to fight it. I'm taking a stand and trying to fix what was broken. This fall was not my 1^st and will never be my last. However, what's different this time. I'm starting to fix things from the inside out because if the core of an apple is rotten, no matter how red and beautiful it looks from the outside, the taste will always be disgusting.

The inside out approach involves,

1.       Take a good look at yourself and define your, weakness, flaws, strengths, and goodness.

2.        Forgive yourself, and those who did you wrong, it's hard task but it will set you free.

3.       Fix yourself, mind, body and soul before you try fixing things around you.

4.       By finishing the 1^st three steps you should have reached your nirvana and only when you do try to fix things around.

5.       If things don’t get fixed, leave them to time, for time is able to fix everything that went wrong.

Small steps can do wonder to your soul. Take it from the girl who almost lost it, she's still here for a reason. Unfinished business, we all have that in common. Some are here to help others, others are here to help the world, and only few are here to complete the number. You can choose to be from which category you want.

In the end,

Count your blessings and your problems….If your problems outnumber your blessings, Count Again….

Chances are the things that you take for granted were not added up…

Ignoscentia 00100

He spoke words of passion, judging what I have done. He Forgot it was all just a reaction ! I reacted normally like any hurt and wounded animal. Screamed, fought and finally gave up. Retreated back to my shell, licked my wound and tried to fix what he has done. Kept my distance and portentous of who he really is on  the inside. I realized, he is a two faced man and I was just too clear for his deception and too frank for his lies. He changed his mind and reached back to me. I revealed my teeth and offended he has become, for I did not pick up his bait this time. It was only natural instinct to be scared of the person who have hurt you. Not only once but more than you can count.


Sadly he is too delusional to understand what I have wrote or implied. Guess, I'm just too smart for him after all...

Reality

     

     I always thought that reality is a relative state of mind. We chose to perceive one thing as truth and another as fiction. But, I was wrong.

     It is reality that chooses us and shapes us to be who we are. Therefore, It makes your destiny to become a doctor, a pilot, an engineer, a philosopher or even a simple commoner. We are born in certain realities that shape our personalities into being a well defined entity or just another sheep in the herd. To think that we own our destiny was a mere presumption that led to the destruction of self comprehension. I though I knew what's real and what's not. But now, I came to the sad realization that I knew nothing of this so called reality!

     My evidence and the cornerstone of my argument was that pain is reality. And by sensing pain we perceive the true meaning of reality. But, I forgot that pain exist even in dreams as well as reality and may have been more real in our dreams than it is in reality. To make a valid point, one must submit his evidence that reality define us and we don't define it. So, if we considered reality a separate entity from us.

"    Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." ― Albert Einstein

     We were born in this world to be one thing or another. We were given the necessary tools and left to chose. And that would make you think you own your destiny! But assume that those tools were not provided, how much chance you really have to succeed ?!

     I have lost hope in "free will", cause now I'm sure that there's a much superior existence that plays us like toys! Just as Shakespeare said, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and entrances."

My Curse

     I believe I was cursed when Allah created me a woman in Saudi Arabia. I believe he cursed me with an endless ambition to excel and individualize in a country like ours. In my county it's nice for me to be a doctor. However, the more important job and the real reason for my existence, is to be an obedient wife and a machine for reproduction.

Traditional vision,

     I don't want to be someone's wife, or someone's mother. I don't want to be the "nice" and "polite" girl. I want to scream, fight and curse. I don't want to get married nor have beautiful kids. Unlike most, I have never played with dolls nor imagined my fairytale wedding! I can't stand the idea of a large back yard with a white fence. Oh yes, I am mad! I'm mad because this "traditional" life is not what I want. I am furious because this place and life is not where and how I see myself living for the rest of my life. It is my curse to seek everlasting glory. 

My vision, 

     You might say I exhibit the classical symptoms of "feminism". And I will not deny that! I see myself traveling this earth trying to find my calling. This journey will take me across lands and seas. I'll pass places where modern medicine hasn't reached yet. I'll be treating the illness of those who come my way. I'll be where I'm needed and could make a different. I'll sleep under the stars, completely depending on my own. "The minute I leave this county, I will never come back." This was always in the back of my mind. These dreams among other dreams torment me every night and my biggest fear is to end up living the traditional life...

Doubts,

     Many have told me, "You will grow out of it." But if that is true, shouldn't I have started giving up these ideas?! Why do I feel the same way about it, if not even worse?! I have told my parents that I won't be happy. Yet, and for whatever reason, they still think I'll end up giving up those dreams. 

The planning and fears,

     For now, I'm planning to join MSF as soon as I can. I think the idea of volunteering there is the closest I can get to my dream. For me, it's only a matter of time. And time will prove me victorious. Yet, if I ended up achieving my dreams, will I be happy or lonely? Will I start to feel that I was unrealistic and end up giving up? These questions cannot be answered only by time...

A Spark of Hope

On his bed he was lying, staring at the ceiling, all day and all night. Restlessly he watches it, as if he's waiting for a door to open or an angel to fall into his arms.

Day after day and night after night, light turned into darkness and darkness engulfs him every night. The ceiling he used to watch suddenly melted and a door to his eternal darkness was opened. Opened up for him to see all of his sins and mistakes, for him to see his true self, and shame takes over his him. Yet, he keeps on looking for something he does not know nor he wants. Maybe he's looking for a spark of hope, so in his sinful soul he stares. Hoping to find what could save him. Though he know, hope is a dangerous tool that can destroy him.

He is drowning into his soul, he knew there is no way back, and he knew he's totally and completely lost. After he lost hope in himself, he hopes for someone to reach out for him. He waits and waits in the sea of emptiness, he lived for days and months which felt like ages of endless loneliness...


Then the darkness of his soul gives birth to light and from it a kind hand reached out to him. Revived the desert of his heart and the empty darkness he was in, turned into a heaven. A heaven he never imagined it will grow in his heart.

Could it be ?!

P.S. thanks to Altoum

Maria

Maria is one of god best creations. Oh, Maria Maria with her big mesmerizing brown eyes and her blood colored lips incomparable to anything I have ever seen before. Lips as red as the hot Spanish blood that runs in her vessels and fill up her big heart inside of a chest covered with young breasts like you have never seen before. Her perfection was breath taking and couldn't be complete without those gracious leg. With perfect curves she was a goddess on the dance floor.

Lucky me she walked in my bar and I was singing" Maria Maria ..." . She danced to my tones and I'm singing " Maria Maria shes living a life like a movie star...". All eyes on Maria's moves. No one would dare to dance in her presence but she looked lonely. He was in the back watching her dance negotiating his courage, can I go and steal her heart?! He finally finds enough strength to walk up and dance with her. While I'm singing " Maria Maria she fell in love..." He is whispering the lyrics in her ears. 

She glows like an angel ! In his arms she was happy and my eyes started to tear up while I'm singing "Maria Maria just like a west side story..." I know that happiness won't last so I tear up and sing. In front of my eyes they devolve into each other and one they became. Into the smoke they disappear and I sing. Maria, Maria disappeared.

Black Coffee

Day 1 

Ms. How do you like your coffee?!

I want it black as my hair and stings harder than my words.

Day 13

Ms. How would you like your coffee?!

I would like it darker than the color of my eyes and larger than my heart.

Day 01

Ms. How do you like your coffee?!

I want it darker than my nights after he left me and more bitter than my tears. 

Day 14

Ms. How would like your coffee?!

I want it darker than my soul with a smell more stronger than my perfume.

Day 25 

Ms. How do you like your coffee?! 

I want it strong enough to raise the dead form their graves and more twisted than me if that even possible... 

While the magic comes from words, the mystery of the ages lies within the numbers.