Monday, May 29, 2006

two seconds before midnight

Her heart skips a beat
As he takes a step closer

As if his extended arm
Asked for more than just a dance

As if by taking his hand in hers
She was exposing herself
And giving in

She takes a deep breath
And puts her hand in his

As he holds her closer
A single tear leaves her eye

The song goes on
For what seems to be a lifetime
In an embrace that seemed so cold

She slowly pulls away
Leaving him behind in a trance

She watches him
Watching her leave the room

She turns around and runs
With her face between her hands
And tears streaming down

One thought consumed her mind

Why?

stuff

random post about a little bit of everything..

~ thanx to all the lovely ladies who commented on the last post.. all your comments have been read and will be taken into consideration.. (i know i sound like an official letter from your local super market replying to a complaint filed by you two weeks ago lol)

~ i just noticed that my little cow counter on the right side panel is telling me that i have exceeded 1000 visits YAAAAAAY for me..

~ all of the people who comment on my blog and i assume read my blog are girls.. i told you people i'm a babe magnet ;-) but as you all know.. hands off

~ i have added and would like to introduce the rest of you to the new additions to my "favorite" blogs..
**Mystique: loads of peoms and short stories.. once you get into the right frame of mind, you kinda get hooked (admitting you have an addiction is the first step to solving it)
**Qatar Cat: very amusing random babblings that will either get you into an endless debate with the millions of visitors on her blog.. or she will have you typing your name in google and laughing at the thought that you are listening to her LOL
**Trevelyana: she just re-created herself.. i think its a new found type of budha or something.. she used to call herself leen although her name isn't leen just coz she liked the name.. yeah, very entertaining little stories about how she is jinxed and always misses her flights and stuff. p.s. she is away at the moment i think so don't lose hope when there are no updates..

~ we just went and bought LOADS of things for my Milka (pre wedding party thingy) all the boxes and gizmos to give away with the rings and flowers and necklace and horse shoes and cloves of garlic and rabbit feet.. seriously, girls of arabia, do you know how much effort we have to go through to marry you?? LOL.. but to be honest its all totally worth it in the end..

right.. thats enough for one day..

Saturday, May 27, 2006

what women want

[Disclaimer warning:

  • ok.. this is me ranting/asking for advice in a not so asking for advice way...
  • if i sound arrogant or full of my self at any point, plz plz let it pass this time..
  • this is a long one..]

when it comes to dealing wit women/girls/females in general.. i've not found that much trouble in recent years (if i said ever, i would be lying.. between the ages of 12-16, braces, bug glasses, squeeky voice.. it didn't particularly get the girls running towards me).. i've been good:
  1. i pull out chairs
  2. open doors
  3. give compliments when they are needed or deserved
  4. i've been honest
  5. given SOOO much advice
  6. given insider tips to how to deal with the male population
  7. i've remembered birthdays (and even said happy bday 6 months in advance LOL love u Poet)
  8. i've remembered anniversaries
  9. i notice when girls cut their hair or are wearing a new top they want everyone to notice.. (i swear i'm not gay)
  10. i remember ALL the little stories that even sometimes the girl forgets and is facsinated at ow much i actually remember of our time together.. (Poet again, plz vouch for me on this one)
  11. i've bouht and sent random gifts..
  12. i've given good V day gifts

BASICALLY, i've been a pretty good male companion to a large number of girls.. which you would think would make me the ALL-KNOWING-GUY who knows exactly what to get MY girl (and soon to be wife) for her bday..

6 months ago i was walking with Mrs.Froggy and we passed a place where they sold sunglasses.. she points at a pair of Valentino's and the words don't come out because she is drooling so much.. i get a feeling she likes them.. yeah i know.. i'm good like that.. so i take a mental note.. and say i sall buy them for my beloved.. much to her dismay they weren't available anywhere we looked in either saudi or bahrain.. so the frogman thinks AHA i shall buy them from london and bring them back with me 6 months down the line.. lets pause here..

to me, this seemed like a perfect gift for any occassion for two reasons.. :

a) she is in love with them

b) i actually remembered something se told me about 6 months ago.. because to all you girls out there, we guys don't listen etc etc etc..

now i get back and mrs.froggy doesn't want to wait for er bday to get her gift. she wants it now.. so to make a long story short she gets both her gifts now.. the hello-i'm-back-from-a-trip-gift and the happy-bday-i-love-you-gift... the first one was a necklace and the latter one were the sunglasses.. se is very happy and excited and all.. i think to myself job well done little grass hopper..

a few days later i am out with a few friends and two of the girls in the group, who are very good friends of mine start digging for information regarding my purchases for mrs.froggy.. so i tell them..

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE.. the sky turns red and it starts raining ferrets and possoms..

this is what they tell me.. they are shouting of course, but i don't want to write it in block capitals.. let me remind you, there are two girls talking simulitaniously "how could you do such a thing.. are you crazy.. who buys a pair of sunglasses as a birthday present.. let alone it being your first birthday together.. it has to be something more special.. blah blah blah.."

a small part of my conundrum which i didn't explain is.. our milka is the day before her birthday, so she is getting the very expensive jewelry that day, which shoots out any ideas of buying her jewelry because it will be out shined by the day before.. (i hope i'm making sense)..

so yeah... please oh please.. tell me who's side you are on.. (i know this is a perfect opportuninty to make a start wars joke.. but this is long enough as it is..)

much love,

a very confused froglles

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

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Saturday, May 20, 2006

supersize me.. umm.. please??

please oh please can someone explain something to me.. or can just agree with me and say that i am the all knowing frog..

so.. maybe i'm a being a baby about this.. and maybe not..

ok.. when i go to a fast food restaurant.. or any restaurant for that matter.. and i am asked "what i would like to order".. to me it usually means that the person asking me Wants to know what i want so that they can provide me with my order.. not only asking me out of curiousity or to make small talk..

for example.. when i say i want a coke with NO ice.. i really mean a coke with NO ice.. and i expect to be given a coke with NO ice.. and how many times do i get a coke WITH ice do you think???

i don't mean to sound rude, but its kinda in your job description when you agree to work in a place like that is to GIVE THE CUSTOMERS WHAT THEY ASK FOR..

i'll give you the greatest example of fast food incompitency.. my F7 went to McD's.. F7 hates cheese (i don't know how anyone could hate cheese, but he does).. he went there at night and order a BigMac with NO cheese.. he repeatedly asked for the NO cheese part untill they got frustrated with him.. but out of expereince he knew this was the only way to get them to understand how improtant the NO cheese part is..

they give him his food.. he takes it and goes home.. he goes into his room awaiting the moment he indulges in the BigMac he had just purchased.. after he sets the mood (i assume he put on an episode of house or greys anatomy).. he opens the box to find that the BigMac containted cheese.. but thats not where the problem ends.. it contained NO BURGER.. NO MEAT.. seriously now.. how stupid can someone be.. if it were a prank, i might be able to see the funny side of it.. but come on..

after hearing that story.. all i can say is.. i rest my case..

home is where the sand is

[eye of the tiger from the rocky soundtrack playing in the background... camera zooms in slowly on the frogman leaving the plane wearing funky sunglasses..]

so yeah.. my time in the land of the constant rain, big ben and the never ending cups of tea has ended.. that life has ceased to exist.. and now i start a new journey.. a journey with new adventures.. and stuff...

i'm sorry i haven't updated for a while.. but i have been in london shopping around with Cook for my lovely mrs. Froggy.. i am still in the jet lag/settling in phase.. so i am gonna update u another time.. once i am all jet lagged out and all settled in..

much much love..
the frogman..

Saturday, May 13, 2006



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its all about the buthy

ok.. after my last dedication.. i got a txt message from my ex-soulmate, cook.. she wasn't impressed that she never got a dedication on my blog.. hence why i write this post.. i actually sat here.. and wrote an entire poem for her.. Cook.. this is dedicated to you..

by saying that i just wrote it.. it means that it probably needs more work.. but again.. i'll leave that to the comments i get hehe..

He knew he could sit there forever
If only forever was so easy
If only forever was real
He held her hand
And looked at the sea ahead of them
With a tear crawling down his face

Her head on his shoulder
Her hand holding his
She stared at the grass they sit on
All hope was lost
All hope was gone

He wasn’t ready to lose her
He wasn’t willing to let go
He needed her
More than anything
More than she knew

Her eyes were watery
Her voice was trembling
Filled with pain
Filled with fear

He fought the will to sleep
He fought it with all his heart
Sleeping meant leaving her
A risk he would not take

She shut her eyes
And left it to fate
Left it to him
Her lover
Her soul-mate
Her guardian angel

for my dearest WEDDING

dearest wedding.. this post is dedicated to you.. coz your so lovely.. ummm.. i didn't really have anything special to say.. so i'm just gonna post one of my poems which is SERIOUSLY under SERIOUS construction.. but i'm not sure how to fix it.. so people of the world, any contructive comments would be most appreciated.. wedding.. if you don't comment so help me GOD u will suffer when i see you in london ;-) much love

Unititled

I love the way the light hits your face
The way how you shiver when you’re cold
How you bite your lip when you’re nervous

All the little things about you
Every imperfection
A virtue in its own
I love you

When night falls
Nothing consumes my thoughts
My dreams
But your picture
Your voice
Your presence
Your existence

As the sun rises for the new day to begin
I say my farewells
And hold on to what I can
As I open my eyes
And start to awake
You picture slips away
And you seize to exist

I live my days in a haze
With nothing else on my mind
But you
Awaiting the night to fall again
Praying for the sun to set faster
So I can close my eyes in rest
And watch you
Have you
In my dreams
Where you belong
And where you will stay

Friday, May 12, 2006

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Yes people.. you guessed it.. (or maybe didn't) i have finally graduated from university.. i am now a member of the working class of this world.. goodbye university life.. farewell late night takeaway food because i can't cook to save my life.. so long ridiculously late nights with the guys when i should be working on the assignment i have to hand in the next morning.. adios going to class looking like a zombie after an all-nighter..

it feels great to be fnished.. after our years of hard work.. yes hard work hehe.. however, i'm gonna miss all the people who i'm gonna be leavivng behind.. sad, but true
[camera fades out on the frog sitting on hs bed surrounded by photos looking down at them.. Circle of life - Elton John fades in]

Sunday, May 07, 2006

loves me.. loves me not..

ok.. this blog is gonna be a bit weird.. coz i looks like its from an alternative world..

why do guys have a problem showing their emotions when surrounded by they're fellow MALES... is it part of our programming? is it hormone related? is it because we always want to seem macho in front of our fellow MALES?

i honestly don't know.. i personally am very expressive if you like.. i sing and dance in public.. i'm affectionate.. i tell everyone that i love this girl.. but still i have trouble saying the simple "i love you too" when surrounded by some guys.. depends on the guys..

today she called me..

mrs. froggy: "hi honey, how you doing today.. i've missed you.."
frogman: "hello there.. i'm good.. me too.."

lots of talking..

mrs.froggy:"ok, i'll leave you now.. i wanna go shower.."
frogman:"ok, i'll call you before you sleep tonight.."
mrs.froggy:"i love you.."
frogman:"me too.."
mrs.froggy:"let me guess, you're with the GUYS.."
frogman:"ummm.. yeah.." *giggles*
mrs.froggy:"you're boring when your with the guys.." *she laughs but, i can feel a hidden emotion somewhere there..*
frogman:"i'm sorry darling.. i'll call you later.."
mrs.froggy:"bye darling.."
frogman:"bubye 7abeeby.."

it killed me when she said that i was different around the guys... for crying out loud, she's my FIANCE.. i should be able to say i love you and not feel that i'm doing anything wrong..

i don't know how to end this post.. i'm just a bit disappointed with myself.. and thought i would share with the group.. all 5 of you people who read this blog..

yours truthfully,
a very annoyed frog

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

In her dreams...

She sits in her balcony
Wrapped up in a pink sheet
Looking down on the city lights
The view is beautiful she says
As she sips her coffee
Her hands tighten on the sheet
She fakes a smile
And sheds a tear
A tear that no one can see
No one but me

I watch her in agony
From across the room
My face speaks for me
She swears she's fine
Just like she always does
I put my arm around her
And hold her close
Its all I can do
She trembles
And starts to cry

I kiss her forehead
I hold her closer
She gives in
She crumbles
And falls apart
She's still crying
As I pick up her pieces

Don't leave me she says
As she places her hand on mine
I get lost in her eyes
But all I could do is smile
She does not know me
Nor do I know her
Yet this embrace feels so flawless
So perfect

I tell her I must leave
As I turn to go away
She whispers my name
Her voice echoes in my head
I know she's smiling
"Thank you.."

I leave her there
To dive into her own thoughts
To think about me
And miss me

I don't know if I will ever
Be there again
For its not within my control
No matter how much I try
I can't be with her
For I am nothing
But a fragment
Of her imagination...


Feras Sheraiff©
1/2/2005

Monday, May 01, 2006

the father, the son, and the holy frog












i have found him people.. and i cannot explain to you how happy i am.. words are not even considered as a method of communication when explaining this euphoria i feel..


i introduce to you.. the original FROGMAN... yes people.. he existed back in the 60's, yeah baby, the good old 60's.. this guy is my motivation to do what i do.. he is the reason why i am FROGGY GONZALEZ... click on the name to know exactly what i mean..

i give you mr. Clarence "Frogman" Henry... *clap clap clap* the sensational jazz and blues singer who took the globe by storm..

finally, i know i am not the only one.. finally *sniff sniff*..

those scottish people with their scottish names and stuff..

so yeah... i'm still in scotland, buuuuut.. i thought i should give this blog a bit more attention.. i don't want to lose my fans.. so i believe a little update is due..


Scotland is LOVELY, i know there are stronger words that can be used to portray the proper meaning, but people underetimate the word lovely.. go lovely, i'm with you.. anyhoo.. the first two days we didnt do anything special just catching up with the guys whom i haven't seen for over 9 months. they could have had babies i don't know about.. thankfully they didn't..

we went to the movies on friday after strolling through town in search of this, supposedly, amazing italian restaurant only to be told they are nt serving food anymore.. so we settled for McD's.. we watched "16 blocks" the new bruce willace movie.. mediocre is the word.. bruce willace should only act in the 6th sense.. his recent movies are just "blah".. can't find the word..

we got up on sunday (yes i skipped saturday, coz we didn't really do anything special).. and thought lets go somewhere, anywhere.. we got on the first bus we found and went to where it is going.. The Gyle Centre, we've heard about this shopping mall but never has anyone we know been to it, so we thought, why not.. we can go eat, mess about in the shops then go and watch "Tristan+Isolde" at 6.15... we got on the bus, and they were giving me a bus tour showing me the sites, until the teritorry wasn't even familiar to them, and it only got worse, we kept on going, and going, and going... we eventually arrived in zimbabwe thinking to ourselves, "why didn't we get off earlier and take a bus in the opposite direction??"...

47 minutes after getting on the bus we arrive at the "THE GYLE CENTRE" (lightning, thunder and cows...) by that time we are absolutely famished.. we get off the bus and celebrate in joy when we stumble upon "THE FOOD COURT" (again, lighting, thunder and cows..).. we race up in their slow elevator and find a GREAT selection of FIVE (echoes in the background until fade out, five, five, fiv..) restaurants.:
1-pizza hut
2-this terrible chinese place where the food looked frozen
3-bad deli place
4-bad deli place 2
5- burger king (that seemed like finding gold in that selection)

after eating we thought, lets waste another hour walking around, we didnt want this to feel like a total waste of time.. 8 minutes later we are done with the mall.. and searching for the bus stop.. we get on the bus aiming for the cinema.. we watch "Tristan+Isolde", which was pleasant.. and then i left the guys to go visit my other Syrian..

me and syrian leave his humble abode in search of a nice restaurant to eat in seeing that i havent really been lucky with the cuisine i have encountered since my arrival.. his housemate saumrai-jack follows us later.. after an hour of walking, a few closed restaurants and a few restaurants that turn into clubs after 9.. we came upon a place that i can still not remember the name of "negotoinz" or something like that.. the food was good, but sadly enough, this was the place we all came to 4 years ago when the guys first moved to scotland and i visited and we didn't know where to go for food..

after that we went to the bus stop to find my bus.. "service terminated".. so i had to take a cab.. we hailed a few, but it was sunday night.. they went by intuition to who was going furthest, or who has had more to drink and would pay more i guess.. so i told the guys to go home and that i'm a big boy now.. i start walking and keeping my eyes open for a cab.. no luck.. so i decided to take my MP3 player out.. and listen to music.. it was raining at this point.. and i thought, why not.. so i started walking, trying to remember how to get to the other house, on the other side of town... after 40 minutes of walking in the rain i get home, soaking wet.. and i patted my self on the back..

my adventures in scotland are coming to an end.. but my heart will always blah blah something romantic blah blah.

frogman..