Food for thoughts or thoughts for food

Khalas

2005-07-11T18:17:00.000+02:00

I guess time has come to close this blog.
It covered not only the last months but the first 37 years of my life.
Will stay online as memory of me though not really any interested i think.
A big super thank to all those who made my life wonderful til now: my family, friends in Italy, and friends in Arabia land.
This blog is specially dedicated to those who changed my life, saudis and omanis in primis.
God bless you all.

Da Queen al Sultanate

2005-05-04T13:05:00.000+02:00

Enthusiastically i left the UAE: maybe too few time to understand this monster machine whose heart is Dubia, maybe is me to love little warm atmospheres.
I realised i was at home when i heard a guy from Malta complaining about the fact that the guys at airport at his request about multiple visa answered it would take hours though is well illustrated on ROP site.
They changed the visa application form, don't ask about visitors religion anymore, maybe just interested in locals sect lol.
Tourism is really at maximum levels, which makes me happy, maybe something moving: not only russian girls now but also russian families and rich too.
Ohh i forgot, i urgently need an apartment in Qurum area, 200 OR, if any can help please email me.
Hmmm what else, walla today was really hot and infact dunno what to write, ah the trial maybe?
The terrorists are in jail lol and people protested twice, they were more than 2000: people minimise but i watched a video, was really cool: reminded the palestinians i saw in Bahrein, but multiplied and never thought it would ever happen here.
I don't think the Sultan really knows about all this, God knows what the CID tells him, but if he knew, the best move he should do is to come back al contact with his people, that contact who gave him the strength to build this beautiful country.

On Top of the Hills with Mohammed

2005-04-27T18:45:00.000+02:00

no worry i didn't change bf, am always madly in love with my omani poet Saleh
Mohammed is my taxi driver here lol i spend more time with taxies than with myself
So yesterday understood the only place i could visit around is Fujahirah and asked for a taxi, as i said am an hermit, don't like tours with others
Now taxi drivers are used to these balooney western ladies who go for gold or shopping, but am a queen i don't go for these useless things
'newayz Fuj is kinda near, nice town, also here lots of buildings but you still free to breathe, large spaces
and what i find here i don't find anywhere al oman? lulu centre lol so just to see how is in each country i went up: found a nice burqa for 80 dhirams and a scarf for 10, am not used yet to the change but maybe is 1/4 so i think i spent almost 25 euros, the problem here is that they're good in calculating dhir>euro but not ryals which i feel more comfortable with
it was not a burqa don't worry, was a nice jalabya but it was written burqa
so as i said to my fans before, i like talking with taxi drivers: Mohammed is a good guy, young and still not with the mind to marry but he'll do inshalah one day
obviously he finds strange that at 37 am not married yet and asks why
i turn my eyes to the sky, remembering the old good times when i used to chat with Aramco friends, and explain him that to find a hubby is not like going to supermarket, well i wish it was, and that maybe was God will for me
he asks if in italy we have big villas like those they have here, hmmm understand what he means and i explain that yes we do but not like traditional families here who have 3 or 4 flats together to stay when they marry
he is curious about marriage in italy and asks how it works there, what age, how many kids
i explain him that it depends on when they finish studies, find a house, money to survive, job
so again he asks how comes am not married, this time i answer that i was too busy with work
Mohammed doesn't like a working wife, well at least he says he can accept but will never allow her to spend money: all that she wants, he'll give her, he doesn't understand the need for her to buy things when he can do
I explain that maybe when you have a work and earn your money you wanna spend it just as a matter of pride, to see materially the results of your efforts, a sort of satisfaction
he agrees but from his eyes i understand he doesn't like the idea
understood that i like different things, he brings me up to this restaurant called Top of the Hills and the location is really wonderful: from there you can see the mountains of Oman and those of UAE.
Is Maghreb time too early to eat so i prefer a dew and ahhhhhhhhhhhhh my shesha, 6 months i don't smoke it: here they're not surprised about my request and is full of omanis also, maybe they don't care if a woman smokes or they don't show, while in mct all eyes on me :p
i invite Mohammed to sit with me and we go on talking: he shows me an implant, dunno if water or electricity which starts there and go to AD
"mashallah how comes they do all these great things while in Oman we barely have implants and investors" i ask
Mohamed has a logical explanation: sheik khalifa is very generous, for example he gives money for children births, while Sultan Qaboos just keeps money for himself and people are unhappy, not stimulated to work and create great things for their country
He says that in low voice cause of the omani guests i think, but if they're living there, i think, is probably cause of what he said...

Da italian queen is al emarat

2005-04-26T13:45:00.000+02:00

Sorry Lym to steal your title, am sure we'll find an agreement like Camilla and Lizzie :p
So after almost 6 hours, first time in 4 years i find a direct, Balqais lands on Dubai.
As soon as you enter the airport you realise you're not in bedo land: all those ads on cnn and bbc, showing the poor bedouin unders the sun with his falcon must be fairy tales.
Dubai international airport is THE airport: a city in the city, nothing to do with Seeb, Q8, Doha, or Manama. After 50 km walking on tapiroulant and stairs finally i get to the visa collection desk: the lady sees from passport that am italian and shouts "italiaan? go direct!!" I ask one more time in case am dreaming cause is almost 2am and cause am used to ROP, not that they're bad but quite punctilious when they want.
She confirms so i go al passport control, didn't count but at least 10 desks and all full, quick though and i understood why: my pass checker is a guy bin Laden style, no smile, long beard, bit tired maybe. I say "salam alaikum" he says something, i assume is a "w s"; checking deeply my pp he asks "where you from?" "Italy" da queen answers a bit upset
"Milan????"
da queen gets upset more, wtf she thinks, til a couple of years ago they asked if i came from Rome, maybe this alliance with Bossi spoiled us, also here they know that northern rocks
thanks God now we have a new ministry, supposed to represent south, next time they'll ask about Micciche' am sure lol
so after long search i find this Travco agent and the car too: going out from Dubai i realise that if i called city an airport, for sure i must call Dubai a continent.
At 2.30am there are girls with jeans and top around, and coffee shops still open!!!! Haraaaaam walla.
I think i passed through city centre, saw the big Mosque, great but how much you pay for electricity, too many light in the front....
Buildings are not all one on another like my mct, they're big and tall, but placed in order to leave some space and make you feel you're still in a place for humans, i hope...
I'll try to visit better in future but honestly don't like.
It takes 1 hour and 45 to get here, no one knows this place lol but is cool
Am not the resort type but prefer this to Dubia
Please don't tell to prince Mohammed cause am still dreaming to get married to him, i think the jordan gal is only the third right??

Messaggio per famiglia De Cesare

2005-04-25T17:30:00.000+02:00

Sono arrivata a Dubai Domenica notte, tutto a posto.
Mo sto in un resort a 1 ora mezzo di macchina, Al Aqah vicino Fujairah al confine con l'Oman.
Venerdi' notte mi sposto a Muscat.
Se avete messaggi usate lo shout box:
dove c'e' scritto anonymous, cancellate e mettete il vostro nome, Fede, papa' ecc
sulla terza riga scrivete il messaggio poi cliccate su post
ciaooooooo

Savvyyyyyyyyy

2005-04-23T13:20:00.000+02:00

So is time for me to turn Black Pearl direction to far east.
Tomorrow night inshalah the italian piratess will go to Al Aqah to relax a lil bit and then after weekend in her Sultanate.
God help me.
Will keep in touch, i hope...

Moi and the taxi drivers

2005-04-20T18:55:00.000+02:00

I noticed, flying through my fellow bloggers, that the taxi drivers issue is quite popular and there's a reason: is a tough job and i respect it, but some of the category are a big pain in the a$$.
I was obliged to take my driver licence here in Italy when i was 18, cause as mother and father told me, is a sign of indipendence and agree with them: with a car you are a free person indeed!!!
But it was clear from the first lessons that moi and the car have a good relation only if there's a driver for me.
Don't misunderstand, am not a brat, i accomplished things in my life that i never thought i'd do, but driving is not for me, and since i am smart, in few moments, but yes i am, i realised that driving is something that is dangerous not only for my life but for other people life above all.
That's why, the day after getting the licence, i put it aside and use just as document or to renew it.
It was not a big deal in the beginning cause i went to uni immediately, and in a college of nuns first of all, which means 9.30 pm back home, 11 if saturday.
Anyway when you live in a town where public services like bus work good, well you don't feel the need of a car, though you don't feel completely independent, not that my goal in life has ever been that, i think i've always been dependent on something uncounsciosly.
So, pardon my modesty, i think they created taxis appositively for me.
After few years of uni i started to use them more often cause they're faster and less crowded: am not a baba girl as many always accused me, not rich at all, but as many spend money in dresses or going to movies, then i used to spend my money in taxis, useful innit?
Plus if you are a solitary wolf like me, the taxi driver is like a bartender: suppose you happen to meet the same mostly, well they become your secret keepers, or at least the only persons you feel comfortable to talk to.
Well it happens sometimes that you meet weirdos also among them and if you're an unlucky gal like me then you travel in weirdo adventures.
Here in Italy the only time i had a big a$$ shaking was for my first travel to Oman in 2001: i arrived to Roma station and while waiting for a taxi, a guy called me saying "hey ma'am, need taxi?" in a low voice and quite odd; my mother had adviced me to be careful with "abusivi" in Rome, those without licence who make this job out of rules cause she had and her friends had met one once, but i didn't have the time to think about it, i was already in his car sigh.
When the guy told me to sit close to him and not behind cause their taxi service was peculiar, it was too late and i understood i was a chicken.
Spent 1 hour travel til Fiumicino hoping he was not a serial killer and thanks God he was not.
Being a good taxi driver is not enough if you don't have a good car: realised that during a travel in Russia with my cousins; one day we decided to go by ourselves out of the group, the guy had a taxi, a 125 Fiat if am not mistaken, a reliquia in Italy lol, but he started as if he was Senna around Crassivaia Plaza. My eldest cousin had an heart attack and since the driver didn't speak english either, not a problem for us italians, he made a move with hands we use to say "go slow"
Must be something international cause the guy understood.
The day i realised that the reason for i luv the Gulf so much is represented by his people and for their unpredictable actions, was while coming back from a visit at Manama towers: it was a thursday evening and at a certain point the traffic crowd became bigger, plus, for those who believe that there's no freedom of speech in arab countries, well not completely true cause the huge flow of cars was due to 2 events: young saudis coming from Dhaharan for weekend and some boys in the middle of the street screaming loud pro-Palestine.
The move that my driver made, and which got me close to a heart attack, was going with the whole car on the railway platform and running til the hotel like that.
Now you'll say "duh, as if italians are good drivers" Not at all, but in my poor life had seen some going with one maximum two wheels on the pavement but not with all 4 wheels!!!
As i said, i like talking to taxi drivers, when possible, cause they're normal people like me with a normal life: the night i arrived in Manama i found this guy very polite, i had learned from Oman that is not good to talk in public about Gulf rulers, you might risk jail if you say something bad, anyway as far as i knew, there is no gay in this Bahrein Royal family and even if, is none of my business, but what i found strange reading infos before coming, is that the king was Emir before, but now is King, i thought due to some special rule like that of Al Saud where the brother becomes king and not the son.
So this guy looked peaceful and i asked about the mistery, he smiled and said " yes king Hamad was emir some years ago, then decided that king was better so became king and this now a kingdom"
Kept on smiling and when i asked about Saudi Arabia he said "oh no madame, Saudi Arabia not good, no freedom, Bahrein is all free, people come here from everywhere, you will like"
Kuwaiti taxis are very well organised, well all in Q8 is organised, very modern, very western and with them no problem.
About omani taxies well what to say, i like city taxy cause honest but takes long time to come, i think they're 5 or 6 driving, probably they're more by now but they're very good.
The pain in the a$$ are the orange cabs: now i understand that life for them is not easy, i see sometimes the same driver in the same place for hours, while other lucky ones have direct service with hotels but you cannot ask me 30 ryals from Bustan to Carrefour and your collegue 25 or 20. You'll argue "if you have the money to stay in Bustan then you have also the 6 come 6 go" but i worked hard for that money, am not a specialist but when i said to my friends 30 ryals they said they'd come for less than the half leaving their offices also, rofl....
Last time, which was not a shock cause i like this way of life and learned to smile of everything, i was coming out of carrefour with 3 shop bags: the eldest, a guy with long white beard who doesn't know 1 word in english, came to me, i was not worried cause knew him, took the bags all of a sudden and put in his taxi.
Mamma mia!!! The young guy who had the taxi before him and probably the right to pick me, came and they started shouting, others came and tried to calm down: some tourists were bit shocked and didn't understand how i could stay calmly waiting and smiling observing the scene.
lol that's my Oman and i knew in the end it would solve, you just need to keep yourself sabr, sooner or later things come or go, doesn't matter, you cannot change them.
After 10 minutes the youngest infact surrendered and i went back to my hotel with the bags safe in the car.

Abdullah and fair trials

2005-04-20T12:16:00.000+02:00

Abdullah al-Riyami,a human rights activist in Oman,is one of those
protesting at the fairness of the trial. "The relatives were not given enough notice regarding the date of the trial,"he told Gulf News. "The lawyer representing them has had only one meeting with the accused prior to the trial,"he added, saying that the whole trial was being treated like a state secret.

A wonderful analysis of the whole thing is on Muscati blog, just this piece captured my attention and brought me back to a near past where i wanted justice for some friends dead in mysterious circumstances involving also italian secret services probably, so the trial found its guilties cause the audience wants that, to feel in peace.With due respect to Abdullah, I've never seen a fair trial and even if, well i don't really care cause i quit believing in justice of earth long time ago.

White smoook New PoooP Black smoook No Dubia

2005-04-20T00:25:00.000+02:00

So i was fully immersed in my nap today, under the effects of my anti migrain medications when all of a sudden i hear mother running upstairs saying out loud "White smoke white smoke they elected the Pope"
There was just me on that floor so she knows am not much interested, but she probably was so emotional that she had to go to the toilet and her favourite bathroom is near my room.
In order not to miss anything while doing her natural duties, she switched on two televisions and that made me sure i was not dreaming, awake finally.
Gasp, about 6pm, i slept alot, my medicines are good but have a side effect like everything in this life.
Switched on the mobile, not that any calls or sms me, but you never know, and infact Dada my travel agent left a message: called her back, bad news; no hotel available in Dubai til 30 gasp.
She asked if i wanna wait or go straight to Muscat or somewhere else: still sleepy i think i need few days to stay alone, so ask about alternatives and she says that still must check but maybe Al Ain is possible. "Ok lemme know sweety"
Mother after pee is on her way back downstairs to the other tv, i scream "Hey who's the Pope??" She says, "for now is just the smoke, it will be known after some moments, don't you know?"
Gasp how can i not know, these fundamentals of life.
Check the mobile and shoot the news to some friends around the world.
Sms is my favourite sport.
Ok now am in great shape, what can i do? Let's go in front of tv and wait for the window to open, make some zapping and listen to the best pearls of shits that can be said from journalists while waiting. Something moves, no not yet, lots of rain, sigh here too, woaaaa it opens.
The cardinal makes the announcement in latin, sweet memories i had 9/10 in latin my passion: i hear Joseph and scream "e vaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" translated "go go goooooooo"
Now why a Muslim should be happy about this extra conservative poooop?
Cause i think they need him (well i suggest he gets softer on some hooligans positions) same as we need to modernise ourselves, and both need dialogue, we all need peace.
lol as usual all tv programs tonite on this event, and about this interfaith stuff a senator said "sure we need dialogue with Muslims, but they don't have a pope so who should we talk to?"
Good Q: why not OBL, Balqis suggestion ...they both kick ass lol

Sex preferences around the world

2005-04-15T11:35:00.000+02:00

So Esquire made a poll on Bush sex appeal and he had 2/10.
He got the minimum from northern Europe (1.4) and a maximum from Indonesia women (2.2).
No comment though i doubt indonesians read this blog lol.
Now searching for a definition of sex appeal i found:

Physical attractiveness or personal qualities that arouse others sexually.

attractiveness to the opposite sex

That which appeals to the erotic or sexual senses that will arouse the libido through the senses

allure, attraction, attractiveness, beauty, charm, charmingness, engagingness, fascination, glamour, interestingness, pleasingness, seductiveness

Hmmmm well, George doesn't arouse my libido but i'd date him why not?

My sister Grace and the others

2005-04-13T11:24:00.000+02:00

Hello,I’m sorry for picking your private mail address.
Due I got it through my ernest research through google.com guestbook.
My name is Grace Abokan Akissi from Bouake Cote D’ Ivoire.
It was one bad night that MPCI Rebels invaded my husband’s house and killed
mytwo little children and my sweet husband.
And I recieved a bullet which mademe to loose my senses for three days.I
could only find myself in CHU General hospital Treichville Abidjan Cote
D’Ivoire.
Now I don’t have money for major operation the doctor said that I
have to passthrough so the bullet can be removed from my Belly.
Look, I thank God I’m still alive but no house, no health, no son, no
husband,nowork and no money! Please if I have to die let me see the face of my
husband andmy two sons before I die! Is this life? How can I bear
it?
My dear kindly assist me in any form you can and my good God who made me to
bealive today will surely bless you.

Thanks

Your sister
Grace
Am starting to read these spams cause most of them are funny, now i didn't understand here who's Belly

Taliban United F.C.

2005-04-12T14:25:00.000+02:00

Take care of your breast

2005-04-11T19:45:00.000+02:00

Listening today on the news how silicone breast implast are not that safe and have an expiring date , i remembered a surgery i went through some years ago, cause of a double benign angioma on my chest and left breast.
I don't remember the exact moment but in a couple of days realised that there were these red bumps growing day after day.
I was living alone in a flat that year, had left the nuns college cause fed up, and still some exams to get my uni degree.
I told my father by telephone and an old family friend, a doctor, suggested to put some Ichthyol Ointment , one of its properties is to help infective agents to come out, but didn't work cause that was not the problem.
My friend's brother, another doctor, probably understood immediately the problem but without scaring me so much, fixed an appointment at the oncologic center and there started a week i'll never forget: it was clear that there was an infection inside and they needed to do a cytologic exam of the bumping cells so the only way was to practice a needle aspiration in order to make an accurate blood exam.
The good news was that the infected cells were simply infected, no sign of a malign disease, and the bad news was that i repeated the exam 2 or 3 times in a week, so they took away a good amount of material but the morning after it grew again: the only way to know what it really was, was to open and remove to analize.
If that week passed by coming and going at the institute was a nightmare, i suspected the days to come would be worse.
As i imagined italian way showed up immediately: if i wanted to do normally in the hospital, i should have waited for 1 and half month, if immediately then i'd have to pay for a clinic and having understood my family could afford that's what they suggested.
Remember calling father from a public phone in a corridor of the oncology and telling him all this: he said that going to the clinic was the best solution, in August, as he understood following what it was going on, my bumps would have developed to 1 kilo weight.
So he came to Bologna and talked with the surgeon who fixed day and place for surgery.
Am not ashamed to admit that i started to cry every night and every day, stress more than fear probably, i had passed all those moments alone and am not pointing fingers against my family, they've done a lot for me to maintain my uni life.
After all anyway i always wanted to live the important moments of my existance alone, and so will be for the remaining years, am an hermit like Kaza says.
The key figure for the good result of a surgery is not really the professor but the anesthesiologist and i found one of the best around: i talked with him the week before and he explained what he'd do plus told me that there was no harm in taking some Lexotan to calm down cause that's what i wanted .
The good thing was that i entered the clinic the same day of the surgery: woke up round 6am, no coffee no nothing, waited for my driver, was a company i used in special occasions, they knew what was going on but were so sweet not to mention ever while talking during my travels from oncology to home to clinic, and finally got to my clinica .
I hate nuns, but that's another story...
They gave me a room and father arrived from home, sister would be later cause she had an exam.
Started routine exams like Xrays, mammography, ecg till afternoon came, and with no food got a big head ache but couldn't take anything cause already started giving a pre-anesthetic.
They brought me to the surgery room and all i remember is that was so coooold, the last image is that idiot of the assistant professor smiling and greeting saying "Hiii miss De Cesare how are you feeling?"
Thanks God they injected the main anesthetic mixture so i couldn't answer my way.
I think it has been the only 2 hours in my life i had a real sleep.
I woke up while they were bringing me back to my room, was starting to wake up and heard the surgeon telling to father and sister that the "surgery had technically succeeded": good news i thought, later i learned that means nothing, still had to wait for results of histologic exams , which were good anyway.
No one could really explain why this double contemporary angioma, i must thank God cause i avoided a double surgery probably, but there was a strange expressions in the eyes of doctors also later when i went for regular checks.
The worst had passed, just i had to fight with the fact that the wound remained opened for a couple of months, my skin is not that strong, so daily i had to clean it, still remember the grrrr sound of blood while inserting a cotton fioc with H2O2 in the 5 points breast hole: 2 of them had split so it closed after some time.
All felt disgusted while doing it and escaped, can't blame, well i was a sort of Rambo but before fall it finally closed.
Remained just big cheloids but honestly don't give a d@mn, thanks God all went good.
In future who knows...
Mother didn't come the day of surgery, she remained home praying with her sister but came few days later: is one of those persons who can stand her family sufference til a certain extent.
I can understand her, dunno if ever forgive her though.

Research

Info

Don't be scared

Fired

2005-04-11T00:35:00.000+02:00

New York Times foreign correspondent Susan Sachs, who lost her job for allegedly sending anonymous e-mails to the wives of Times reporters in Baghdad commenting on their sexual behavior, contends she is innocent and will fight the charges against her.“I am completely absolutely innocent of the accusations made by The Times,” Sachs said in an e-mail to E&P late Friday. “To underline that fact, I have taken a polygraph test administered by a competent and independent expert, during which I repeated that I am innocent of these accusations, and I passed the polygraph test with flying colors.”

Ok i'll give her the benefit of doubt and hope she didn't do but if she did...

well they shouldn't have fired, they should have closed her in a room with a couple of men and throw the key away, cause this white heart lady seems not to know life, though correspondent since long time.

Am not justifying her collegues, nor blaming, but is none of her business and telling wives by email what they did is simply pathetic.

Or maybe the lady needed a f@ck and she got a big no.

I hate to admit it, but we women can act incredibly stupid when we want.

Also the old man from Texas is part of the gang

2005-04-08T18:59:00.000+02:00

Am talking of Jack for who's familiar with that trouble maker, and the gang of bloggers has a new member whoa.
Checking my stats i noticed his visit and went to see what he's doing: neat and simple technically, well organised, and not only about politics but there's a bit of everything.
Enjoy:

Jack new crime

Scaring jokes

2005-04-07T01:15:00.000+02:00

Rome - Italy's leading news agency has denied reporting that al-Qaeda leader Osama bin Laden would attend Pope John Paul II's funeral on Friday after a story attributed to it circulated widely on the Internet."Some people just won't stop even at a time of mourning for the pope: among the deluge of false emails, viruses and spam, a false item attributed to Ansa is circulating about Osama bin Laden attending the funeral of John Paul II," the Ansa agency said.In a dispatch issued late on Tuesday, Ansa noted that the prankster, who specified bin Laden would be flying to Rome from Pakistan, had accurately imitated the agency's sign-off style - a series of letters and numbers at the end of every item.The Saudi-born bin Laden, whose al-Qaeda militant group is blamed by United States authorities for the September 11, 2001 attacks on American cities, is thought to be hiding on the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan.

Q&A

2005-04-07T00:50:00.000+02:00

Kindly stop few seconds and answer the questions (inspired by Warda )

1) Who are you?

2) How long have you known me?

3) When, where, how did we meet?

4) Describe me in one word.

5) What's your best memory of me?

6) How well do you think you know me?

7) How well do you think i know you?

8) What was your first impression about me?

9) When was the last time you saw me?

10) Do you find me attractive?

11) Am i easy to talk to?

12) Do you love me?

13) Do you miss me?

14) Who would play me in a movie?

15) What song would you dedicate to me?

16) How long do you think we'll be friends?

17) Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?

18) Are you gonna post this in a blog so i can fill it out about you?

I hate

2005-04-07T00:10:00.000+02:00

I am a human being
probably a bad one
I have feelings
probably bad ones too
I have a heart
half white half black
I have thoughts
some good some bad
Hate is a feeling like another
just the opposite of love
same intensity

I hate people with double face
i hate stupid people
i hate people who shoot you with a smile
i hate brainwashed people
i hate arrogant people
i hate overconfident people
i hate i hate i hate...

HEY YOU FEMALE POLI MODERATOR
am talking about you sweety
I HATE YOU SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU ARE ON THIS EARTH
ops forgot GO N F@CK YOURSELF

My parallel lives

2005-04-06T11:25:00.000+02:00

While having breakfast this morning, was reading Calkoon's reviews on omani blogs and noticed that he stopped by my revert's story while skipped this blog, saying that if people wanted to know about my parallel life well they could visit this.
Probably tired, or probably this blog is not very omani, not my business to comment his work but his words woke up my meditations: when i decided that i wanted to blog some months ago, was just cause many did and cause most of the arguments in which am interested, are not interesting for others so useless to post in a forum if no one reads or if a moderator moves it or deletes. Writing a blog gives me the chance to say whatever i want about anything and even if i make it public i don't expect it to be a big hit like some i have on my list of favourites but any visit or comment is welcome.
Back to my first blog, it was a confused storm of thoughts, reviews, news, which i myself found awful after some time and decided to delete.
So i thought to start another, but not just one, multiples since my fields of interests are various, from politics to gossips to religion to poetry to personal life and so on but when i started to make a scheme i realised that they would be at least 10 and for sure i'd leave them after a couple of posts.
In the end i decided to keep at least a separation between that in which i wanted to talk about my story of Muslim revert and another in which i'd write anything coming to my mind by observing the world i live in, my parallel life to cut it short as Calk said.
Now what i'd like to know from myself, is it really a parallel life and do i have just one or more? Or is just a fragmentary of the ego that each one of us has?
The answer maybe stays in the second question: re-reading some of the posts i wrote in this blog, i don't see it as parallel to the other but just complementary, sometimes in opposition but i never claimed to have a perfect life nor i think i'll ever have and want, cause the purpose of this earthly life is the continuous research without getting an exact answer, just a mix of possible answers and this is the natural course of human sphere according to my view: if tomorrow i find the answer to each single pain and doubt which consume my soul then my road would be at its end.
Judge Giovanni Falcone, talking about mafia before being massacred, used to say "all human things have a start and an end": personally for now i started and am walking on my way, dunno when the end comes, is not in my power, but i know that am not living parallel lives, simply a rainbow of emotions, facts, issues, are living in me, sometimes in harmony, most of times fighting, but they are all part of one: Balqis, the italian queen

Cheap comments, cheap people

2005-04-04T14:20:00.000+02:00

The successor will be Cardinal Tettamanzi, a sort of bring home
As Muslim i cannot bless the soul of a christian, cause it would contradict my belief

In my other blog Calkoon said "don't judge Islam by Muslims"
Am not judging any, not the religion nor those who practice, just observing how much of evil these guys like the above i quoted, are doing to their religion and to themselves plus they consider themselves as deities.
That's why i wrote "This is not my Islam"

Totus Tuus

2005-04-04T12:01:00.000+02:00

Now i assume that people will find this pic posted by a Muslim, a reverted, quite strange and exaggerated.
And i admit that i felt somehow guilty when i found myself crying like a baby the first time they gave news on tv that his situation was about to worsen.
It was two days of media bombing us with the history of his pontificate, images, speeches, memories of those who met him.
Til now i don't think i ever understood how to cope with this half life lived as christian and this other as Muslim: i've always thought that the concept of rebirth after embracing Islam should have deleted my past entirely.
I was wrong and this death made me finally understand it: re-living my past belief through the words of the Pope helped me to find points of contact and points of difference. And the points of contact built my path towards Islam, i feel like i've lived two lives, and the fact that this is my second one doesn't mean the previous is nullified: is all part of a same road.
I'm a lucky person, or better God blessed me really.
I met the Pope just once during one of his tours around Italy: he came to Bologna, my uni town, and it was a working day plus rainy also, and add that Bologna is communist by tradition, so there were not many people that morning.
I was guest of a college of nuns at that time and they told us that they'd go at least 3 hours before to pick the first row but we girls were too lazy so we went later.
Not a big deal cause as i said that morning the main square was not really full, and that was a shame for a town like Bologna to welcome the Pope, used to thousands of people but he was a strong man, such a thing would never discourage him.
Started talking, as always interrupting serious issues with humorous things, don't remember exactly but i think he made fun of the rain which came with few drops, and pigeons flying in the sky.
It took some days to write this but now i feel better and encouraged to live my life as best as i can and know i must do.

Time for MoOm

2005-03-31T01:09:00.000+02:00

As the nytimes critic observed, the era of Museum of Modern Art has almost ended and that of Online art has just started.
The Museum of Online Museums contains a huge list of exhibitions online and not: a bit of everything.
Good or bad?
As stated several times, art for me must be spread as much as possible, cause is food for soul and which better way than the net?
Purists will disagree maybe, but they're just a bunch of mass haters.

The Boss is back

2005-03-29T00:25:00.000+02:00

Never liked his music, apart the same old hits, anyway his dual disc will be available in all shops on the 26th of April.
For today the first single can be listened on AOL music.
Nothing special, my humble opinion, ballad atmosphere, same themes lyrics, no band.
In the end will be a super hit as always.

Devils&Dust

Friends Without A Face

2005-03-28T17:33:00.000+02:00

Reading a comment left from Masquerade, i remembered this poem which was a famous email forward some years ago, and its words very true and nice.
I was lucky anyway, met many of the people i chatted or interacted with, online: some were same as i imagined, some others just fake, many didn't want to meet up or just invented excuses. Most of them, though showing their face, didn't show their true one.
Hope to keep on meeting them while travelling, there are some, very dear to me, i'd like to, we'll see, who knows...

I’ve heard of many friendships,
That are all so very fine,
But none over ride the ones I’ve found,
Especially the ones on line.

The people that have never seen me
But I always know are there,
I just have to touch the buttons on my PC
And see how much they care.

How much they bring sunshine,
Into this dreary little place,
All these friends of mine,
All without a face.

I don’t know what a lot of them look like,
I don’t think I really care,
As long as I turn on my PC
And know that all of you are there!

While listening to...I just keep loving her

2005-03-28T14:55:00.000+02:00

1 thing that people should know about me is that...i don't have 100 things that they should know about me.
Or maybe i have, and find difficult or useless to write them down: don't i know maself ? Am i that arrogant ? No, just tired to explain myself to others.
Am here, come and ask if you're so interested, or leave me alone if not.
Remember some years ago, talking with the husband of a dear friend, old army general, he complained that my love life was a disaster and it was bad to waste feelings both for me and for those who couldn't benefit of my love: i listened to him as always, am a few words person, prefer to listen, and he said smiling " the secret is all in your eyes, you don't talk but meditate a lot: one day you'll find your love, a man who'll deeply fall in love with you and will try to understand what's behind your enigmatic eyes and...maybe he'll never succeed in catching your secret"

and luv also Women be wise, Bonnie Raitt