Comments on: وقمح http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/ With Sake, nothing tastes better than Olives. But you would have to be a Levantine living in Japan to know that. Fri, 18 May 2012 11:50:09 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Shannon http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/comment-page-1/#comment-3367 Shannon Sat, 14 Apr 2007 00:37:00 +0000 http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/#comment-3367 Every time I return to your blog, I'm always struck by how poetic and expressive you are. I've never seen the Sakura, but you've made me feel them. Every time I return to your blog, I’m always struck by how poetic and expressive you are. I’ve never seen the Sakura, but you’ve made me feel them.

]]> By: Lost Somewhere http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/comment-page-1/#comment-3366 Lost Somewhere Fri, 13 Apr 2007 01:11:00 +0000 http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/#comment-3366 I want you to take this into consideration: <br/>No matter how wrong your decisions were at least they were decisions YOU had taken and this is priceless.<br/>The worst thing is to realize when it's too late that you were lead into the life you are living. That you never took the chance to decide to choose (even wrong decisions). and suddenly you wake up one day when there are no more possibilities for the real you to experience anything anymore.<br/>How many young men and women in our country are lead to marry work and live without realizing they never took the real decisions they would have if they had been independent. These few years or more that you spend abroad taking right and wrong decisions, are only the experience of the expression of the real you..they only build a stronger and more true you! Enjoy! I want you to take this into consideration:
No matter how wrong your decisions were at least they were decisions YOU had taken and this is priceless.
The worst thing is to realize when it’s too late that you were lead into the life you are living. That you never took the chance to decide to choose (even wrong decisions). and suddenly you wake up one day when there are no more possibilities for the real you to experience anything anymore.
How many young men and women in our country are lead to marry work and live without realizing they never took the real decisions they would have if they had been independent. These few years or more that you spend abroad taking right and wrong decisions, are only the experience of the expression of the real you..they only build a stronger and more true you! Enjoy!

]]> By: TAMARA http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/comment-page-1/#comment-3364 TAMARA Wed, 11 Apr 2007 19:20:00 +0000 http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/#comment-3364 ...haha that was just great...me-exited about the possibility to see the masterpiece(s:) but shamely unable to deshiffer a simple code of the TV news message...fortunately you-deshiffering the code on the ticket, making us happy like if we had revieled the whole secret of the "brotherhood"...:))) …haha that was just great…me-exited about the possibility to see the masterpiece(s:) but shamely unable to deshiffer a simple code of the TV news message…fortunately you-deshiffering the code on the ticket, making us happy like if we had revieled the whole secret of the “brotherhood”…:)))

]]> By: TAMARA http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/comment-page-1/#comment-3363 TAMARA Wed, 11 Apr 2007 14:54:00 +0000 http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/#comment-3363 Sakuraa, sakuraa, <br/>Yayoino sora wa<br/>Miwatasu kagiri<br/>Kasumikakumoga <br/>Nioizoizuru<br/>Izayaa izayaa <br/>Miniyuukannn ...before coming to Japan my teacher used this song to explain how important was the beauty of Sakura for Japanese people and that they used to sing this song while hanami...well, thanks to my perfect year I've learned quickly the simple melody and words..but after coming to Japan never really got the chance to sing it with Japanese;)))) yea, before coming to this "mysterious" for the rest of the world country we have the image of something so great, exceptional but after staying a bit longer we are forced to change our minds...here so many things are just so "unnatural"...<br/><br/>Yea exactly! the beauty of Sakura is related to the beginning of something beautiful...its different variations of pink color are filling you with great optimism hmmm like making you feel looking at the life through pink sunglasses:) hmmm but its a bit difficult for me to understand the idea of real Japanese Hanami...crowded parks with drunk people...where I think that the real beauty of the nature is disappearing somewhere in the cans or cups of Asahi or Ebisu... <br/><br/>I love Sakura and my own way of Hanami :)))walking around Gaidai in the morning through the dark pink, lighter or white colored Sakura trees (in line)as if waiting for you to show you their gratitude and wishing u a great begining of the day like making you feel so special:))) <br/><br/>...people smiling?...wow I think I start to regret that I've spent two years exactly in Tokyo....don't know there people usually didn't smile :)exept my loovely friend from over the world :)<br/><br/>P.S. Yazan r u sure the wine was not Georgian? :))))) Sakuraa, sakuraa,
Yayoino sora wa
Miwatasu kagiri
Kasumikakumoga
Nioizoizuru
Izayaa izayaa
Miniyuukannn …before coming to Japan my teacher used this song to explain how important was the beauty of Sakura for Japanese people and that they used to sing this song while hanami…well, thanks to my perfect year I’ve learned quickly the simple melody and words..but after coming to Japan never really got the chance to sing it with Japanese;)))) yea, before coming to this “mysterious” for the rest of the world country we have the image of something so great, exceptional but after staying a bit longer we are forced to change our minds…here so many things are just so “unnatural”…

Yea exactly! the beauty of Sakura is related to the beginning of something beautiful…its different variations of pink color are filling you with great optimism hmmm like making you feel looking at the life through pink sunglasses:) hmmm but its a bit difficult for me to understand the idea of real Japanese Hanami…crowded parks with drunk people…where I think that the real beauty of the nature is disappearing somewhere in the cans or cups of Asahi or Ebisu…

I love Sakura and my own way of Hanami :)))walking around Gaidai in the morning through the dark pink, lighter or white colored Sakura trees (in line)as if waiting for you to show you their gratitude and wishing u a great begining of the day like making you feel so special:)))

…people smiling?…wow I think I start to regret that I’ve spent two years exactly in Tokyo….don’t know there people usually didn’t smile :)exept my loovely friend from over the world :)

P.S. Yazan r u sure the wine was not Georgian? :)))))

]]> By: witness___ http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/comment-page-1/#comment-3362 witness___ Wed, 11 Apr 2007 13:16:00 +0000 http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/#comment-3362 I ve just discovered ur blog thx to toot...it s amazing how huge bloggers are...<br/>My brother's best friend is syrian..They are both in germany, and when he returns to syria he opens the tunisian channel and says to his family members 'i can understand what they say!':)<br/>I hope u good luck both 4 u and ur blog... I ve just discovered ur blog thx to toot…it s amazing how huge bloggers are…
My brother’s best friend is syrian..They are both in germany, and when he returns to syria he opens the tunisian channel and says to his family members ‘i can understand what they say!’:)
I hope u good luck both 4 u and ur blog…

]]> By: Andre http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/comment-page-1/#comment-3361 Andre Mon, 09 Apr 2007 23:14:00 +0000 http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/#comment-3361 Shining spring day<br/>Falling cherry blossoms <br/>with my calm mind<br/> Kino Tomonari<br/><br/>I really wish to see the sakura which has inspired so many haiku poets ;) <br/>good luck in your accommodation mayhem Shining spring day
Falling cherry blossoms
with my calm mind
Kino Tomonari

I really wish to see the sakura which has inspired so many haiku poets ;)
good luck in your accommodation mayhem

]]> By: Alisa http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/comment-page-1/#comment-3360 Alisa Mon, 09 Apr 2007 06:00:00 +0000 http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2007/04/%d9%88%d9%82%d9%85%d8%ad/#comment-3360 I have mixed feelings about the sakura, ever since the first time I saw them and had that let-down feeling. It was either too late or too early for them and the trees were sort of half-bloomed, or bloomed only in places. And the blossoms were white!, I griped, seething in anger at all the train station posters where the flowers had clearly been pinked up, photoshopped to perfection as I am so often guilty of doing. And then for a year and a half in university I had to sit through endles tanka and haiku about them, sakura under the moon, in the capitol, in the past, with a lover, etc. etc ad nauseum. Always with the familiar concepts- 無常 mujou, 哀れ aware- everything changes, nothing is the ever the same, even the good moments have that vague tinge of tragedy, bittersweet.<br/>And yet to put a label on that inexpressable feeling of longing is so convenient; it makes it much more manageable. (my shakespeare prof always used to say that a word is a box; even "confusion" is less confusing once we know to call it that) So to say 哀れ when the seasons are ending and something new has begun is so much easier than stewing in the past and future at once, spitting out the peices of all the beautiful moments of your life. And then, to give an aesthetics to 哀れ, to acknowledge, as the Japanese do, that the sakura trees are most beautiful when the petals are showering down, although what you are witnessing is basically the dissapearance of something wonderful, it somehow never looked better, makes all the mystery even easier still.<br/>But in any case, I'm glad the Sakura remind you of beginnings more than endings. Something so beautiful and so fleeting is bound to mean different things to different people at different times in their lives. That they always make me a morbid just could be my age talking ;) I have mixed feelings about the sakura, ever since the first time I saw them and had that let-down feeling. It was either too late or too early for them and the trees were sort of half-bloomed, or bloomed only in places. And the blossoms were white!, I griped, seething in anger at all the train station posters where the flowers had clearly been pinked up, photoshopped to perfection as I am so often guilty of doing. And then for a year and a half in university I had to sit through endles tanka and haiku about them, sakura under the moon, in the capitol, in the past, with a lover, etc. etc ad nauseum. Always with the familiar concepts- 無常 mujou, 哀れ aware- everything changes, nothing is the ever the same, even the good moments have that vague tinge of tragedy, bittersweet.
And yet to put a label on that inexpressable feeling of longing is so convenient; it makes it much more manageable. (my shakespeare prof always used to say that a word is a box; even “confusion” is less confusing once we know to call it that) So to say 哀れ when the seasons are ending and something new has begun is so much easier than stewing in the past and future at once, spitting out the peices of all the beautiful moments of your life. And then, to give an aesthetics to 哀れ, to acknowledge, as the Japanese do, that the sakura trees are most beautiful when the petals are showering down, although what you are witnessing is basically the dissapearance of something wonderful, it somehow never looked better, makes all the mystery even easier still.
But in any case, I’m glad the Sakura remind you of beginnings more than endings. Something so beautiful and so fleeting is bound to mean different things to different people at different times in their lives. That they always make me a morbid just could be my age talking ;)

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