October 27, 2009
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October 27, 2009
A night of rose-filled terraces
مساءٍ وردي الشرفات
After receiving an Honorary Doctorate degree from AUB on commencement day, Majida El-Roumi, the famous Lebanese icon and singer, returned to AUB on Sunday, the fifth of July for a concert which was long awaited for by her fans in AUB and all over Lebanon. It is worth mentioning that profits from this concert went to the AUB scholarship fund. In an interview contacted with her after the concert, El-Roumi said that this concert was dedicated to the students of AUB who would like to continue their education. Moreover, she was grateful for receiving an honorary degree from AUB and was delighted to see her family, friends and fans. She described that night as “one of the best days I have lived on this earth”.
More than 4,000 people were present in the Green Field that night, including several public figures. Among the VIPs were PM Fouad Sanioura, Dr. Samir Geagea, PM Najib Mikati, May Chidiac and several other ministers, journalists and influential figures who all seemed to enjoy the concert. The AUB press were the only journalists allowed backstage when Majida El-Roumi was carried up stage escorted by her manager, hair dresser and several other personnel who helped lift her long white elegant dress up the stairs.
President Peter Dorman commenced the concert with a short word welcoming El-Roumi to AUB. The songs were organized in chronological order while Majida El-Roumi told bits and pieces of her biography to the audience. She sang more than ten of her most famous songs, and also medleys of heritage songs that pleased the audience. She was accompanied by a full orchestra, with the famous musician Michel Fadel on the piano. The crowd was energetic and responsive, especially towards the end where the songs became more lively. Groups of “dabke” dancers were clustered on the edges of Green Field when the songs became patriotic.
In an interview with PM Sanioura, he said: “Tonight’s concert was very successful, and I personally enjoyed it very much. Majida is a great and talented artist who have made Lebanon proud and raised its name internationally.”
This has not been the first fundraising concert for scholarship funds by Majida El-Roumi in AUB. The last concert was held in Forum Du Beirut on November 26, 2005. But without doubt, this concert was more successful, perhaps because of a more stable political situation, breezy summer weather and perfect timing.
Majida El-Roumi Concert in AUB (July 2009)
Majida El-Roumi, the famous Lebanese singer, held a concert in my university AUB. I was the official photographer of the event for the AUB campus yearbook. In this video, AUB Pres…
Majida El-Roumi, the famous Lebanese singer, held a concert in my university AUB. I was the official photographer of the event for the AUB campus yearbook. In this video, AUB President Dorman introducing Majida El Roumi during the AUB Concert in July. You can watch the full concert on youtube by following the sequence of videos.
Below is the news article I wrote about the event and some photos of me and my friends.
A night of rose-filled terraces
مساءٍ وردي الشرفات
After receiving an Honorary Doctorate degree from AUB on commencement day, Majida El-Roumi, the famous Lebanese icon and singer, returned to AUB on Sunday, the fifth of July for a concert which was long awaited for by her fans in AUB and all over Lebanon. It is worth mentioning that profits from this concert went to the AUB scholarship fund. In an interview contacted with her after the concert, El-Roumi said that this concert was dedicated to the students of AUB who would like to continue their education. Moreover, she was grateful for receiving an honorary degree from AUB and was delighted to see her family, friends and fans. She described that night as “one of the best days I have lived on this earth”.
President Peter Dorman commenced the concert with a short word welcoming El-Roumi to AUB. The songs were organized in chronological order while Majida El-Roumi told bits and pieces of her biography to the audience. She sang more than ten of her most famous songs, and also medleys of heritage songs that pleased the audience. She was accompanied by a full orchestra, with the famous musician Michel Fadel on the piano. The crowd was energetic and responsive, especially towards the end where the songs became more lively. Groups of “dabke” dancers were clustered on the edges of Green Field when the songs became patriotic. In an interview with PM Sanioura, he said: “Tonight’s concert was very successful, and I personally enjoyed it very much. Majida is a great and talented artist who have made Lebanon proud and raised its name internationally.”
This has not been the first fundraising concert for scholarship funds by Majida El-Roumi in AUB. The last concert was held in Forum Du Beirut on November 26, 2005. But without doubt, this concert was more successful, perhaps because of a more stable political situation, breezy summer weather and perfect timing.
Photos copyright to AUB Campus Yearbook: Mohammad Hijazi & Sara Matar.
Here's one of the songs from that night that show her vocals. Its a tribute to Lebanon.
AUB
college
concert
October 26, 2009
The mother noticed her son's wrongdoing
Strawberry Cucumber Chicken
I rummaged through my backpack, saffron lights gleaming brilliantly pale highlighted edges of steps a grumpy figure blocking my pathway I reached for my wallet and handed him two bills…
I rummaged through my backpack,
saffron lights gleaming brilliantly
pale highlighted edges of steps
a grumpy figure blocking my pathway
I reached for my wallet
and handed him two bills and a coin
My bag clung on the cold metal stairs
a loud echo tumbled along
but no one seemed bothered.
Rivers of words flowed clumsily
through the dimness of the air,
heavily clogged with jaded noise.
I squinted at the eerie purple glow
and dragged my bag across
as it bumped and vibrated.
Searching for a seat,
seats that feel like carpets
carpets that give severe rug-burn.
There was only one seat left:
squished between a family of five
jam-packed on two seats
and a young couple
who were not so pleased to see me.
I wanted to sit at the window.
I wanted the wind to blow onto my hair.
It was too late.
I rummaged through my backpack
for my treasured earphones.
I knew this day will come
I dreaded this always.
I could not find my earphones
This promised to be one hell of a ride.
---
Bobo, Lelo, Titi
the man called his little children,
children is an over-exaggeration,
they were brats
whinny little brats.
Were these their real names?
I wondered
their parents looked stupid enough
to name them Batman and piglet.
Titi kept looking at me
concentrating on my every move
as I tweeted my horrible fate
for all to know
I hate kids
I thought to myself
as I glared at her beady little eyes
to wipe the grin of her face.
The little one glued his head to the window
as if the window tasted like chicken,
chicken is my favourite
but maybe he thought it was chocolate
as he licked the glass
and smeared saliva with his lips.
The mother noticed her son's wrongdoingand detached him from the window.
He screamed loudly
she tried calm him down.
She is as stupid as he is:
she does not yell at him,
she does not spank her kids,
she does not even intimidate,
he manipulates her,
she is his slave.
I blame her
for everything wrong in this world.
I blame her bad parenting
for the corruption
for the economic crisis
for world hunger
---
The kid did not stop crying,
all three kids started whining
they got bored,
the passengers cranky
judging eyes rolling.
On the other side of the bench
the girl and her boyfriend were irritated
I could feel her urge
to bitchslap the spoiled monsters.
She cannot concentrate
on the nail pollish she was applying
red nail pollish
not classy red
not even a decent shade of red;
the red was slutty
Moulin Rouge whore-house red.
It was as cheap as her hair-do
Donuld trump wants his hair back
I thought.
Shorty, no noise was had
I look over to my right
the little rascals are munching on cucumbers
the musky smell wafts throughout
mixed with industrial nail polish odour.
The air smelled like strawberries,
strawberries are my favourite
I could not complain
but maybe it was chocolate.
---
Soon the whining recommenced,
I was doomed to this fate
Why didn't I wait
for the next bus to come?
Why did I have to forget
my earphones this time?
I rummaged through my backpack
in hopes of finding what I wanted
but I could not find what was not there.
I stared out the distant window
the traffic was not moving
red lights from cars kissed
yellow light from street lamps.
A sound of music tickled me.
An old lady in front of me,
she had an iPod
the volume turned up full.
I was purple with envy
or was is the purple from the lamps?
Why do old people need iPods anyway?
I closed my eyes
to escape the misery,
the noise was quiet
the darkness was bright.
The next thing I remember
were the cold metal stairs
on my way out.
boys
bus
chicken
October 26, 2009
Computer Animation
Computer geeks will enjoy this very much! ;)
Computer geeks will enjoy this very much! ;)
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October 20, 2009
Song of the Month: Temporary Home - Carrie Underwood
Most. Amazing. Thing. Ever.
Most. Amazing. Thing. Ever.
Carrie Underwood
music video
song
October 19, 2009
Our lives
were full of sunshine
together day and night.
The sun bright
up in vanilla skies
reaching out
like wings of a dove,
the light barefoot
gently swifting
through tree branches.
A hot breeze blew,
our dreams fell
devastated,
the lantern of our nights faded
searching for the moon
to give us royal light.
Where are you moon?
There was no moon.
Veins of a maple leaf
hugging the rain
that falls without doubt.
Winds carry leaves away,
you are lost,
lost in the sounds
of what you hear,
wind, autumn's careless bride
walking forever in a season.
The sun has come and left.
Freezing,
the wind blew
cold defeating your warmth,
tears dripping
on your velvet dress,
erasing photos
erasing memories.
The rain cheapening
your human tears.
We did not believe
that fate
is our fate.
We thought
the universe began
with us,
there were only two,
the two of us.
Wistful hearts ached
when years tumbled
when horizons kept broadening
until continents came between,
burning tinted lives
until all dew
vanished from the roses
and leaves stopped falling
from branches
that refused to bend.
You stayed there all alone
reminiscing
childhood memories
childhood dreams.
There was no body
no sound
not even an echo
calling you
asking you what was wrong?
You do not really know
the reason, yet
white will come
after this is done.
I've left behind
sun yellow
and sky blue.
You will find it strange
how this season
keeps reminding you
of me.
Caught in an autumn rain
Our lives were full of sunshine together day and night. The sun bright up in vanilla skies reaching out like wings of a dove , the light barefoot gently swifting through tree branches. A ho…
Our liveswere full of sunshine
together day and night.
The sun bright
up in vanilla skies
reaching out
like wings of a dove,
the light barefoot
gently swifting
through tree branches.
A hot breeze blew,
our dreams fell
devastated,
the lantern of our nights faded
searching for the moon
to give us royal light.
Where are you moon?
There was no moon.
Veins of a maple leaf
hugging the rain
that falls without doubt.
Winds carry leaves away,
you are lost,
lost in the sounds
of what you hear,
wind, autumn's careless bride
walking forever in a season.
The sun has come and left.
Freezing,
the wind blew
cold defeating your warmth,
tears dripping
on your velvet dress,
erasing photos
erasing memories.
The rain cheapening
your human tears.
We did not believe
that fate
is our fate.
We thought
the universe began
with us,
there were only two,
the two of us.
Wistful hearts ached
when years tumbled
when horizons kept broadening
until continents came between,
burning tinted lives
until all dew
vanished from the roses
and leaves stopped falling
from branches
that refused to bend.
You stayed there all alone
reminiscing
childhood memories
childhood dreams.
There was no body
no sound
not even an echo
calling you
asking you what was wrong?
You do not really know
the reason, yet
white will come
after this is done.
I've left behind
sun yellow
and sky blue.
You will find it strange
how this season
keeps reminding you
of me.
autumn
children
love