Moogle Thoughts Issue #7 – On Qwaider’s Wedding

Them fiends!

I swear I will just curl up into a fluff ball and sell myself as a fluffy keychain so that Mr Qwaider purchases me as a cute little thing for Mrs Qwaider and I just fart in their car!


So here I speak on behalf of all the kupolings (ie bloggers) who do not have the required Kupo Nuts to do this :D

Yes yes I am to imbecilize Mr and Mrs Qwaider.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I will be Mrs Qwaider for a minute cuz KJ told me I should always imbecilize women first.

Mrs Qwaider Posting as Mrs Qwaider Post #3992364

OMG OMG OMG we like went to this uber uber super duper cute cute omg picnic (ie we BBQed in our backyard) and Samer yo2bor 6ooly inshalla ilahi ma ye7remni minnak ya ro7 el 3dam elli maskeh albi ya albi albi inte ya nafas ro7i elli ma kan 3ayesh mn doonak elahi ya 7a2 lk inshalla sadljfblakshfdbp24qi24897edgfpiyagfu sdfij hsdafpioushed 2397d yc (ie people stopped reading and skipped to comments to see what this is about)


SomePerson says:
Lek inshalla alf mabrook ya rub (ie ok this is like the 3992364th time I tell you mabrook um it is hard to be the first commenter!)

SomeOtherPerson says:
Awww BBQ how sweeeeeeeeeet! (ie I used MS Word to summarize the content)

YetAnotherPerson says:
Hey sa7teeeeeeeeeeeeeein I make BBQ sauce like this (with recipe)

SomePerson says:
Lek 3eib ya Samer help her out with BBQ (now that I read SomeOtherPerson’s comment and knew what this is about)

Qwaider says:
7abeebet albi lek inshalla Allah ma y7remni mennek ya 7a2 w ya reit [copy paste half of Mai’s post here]

KJ says:
Samer strap on a pair and BBQ for once. Mai, next time he doesn’t BBQ throw his Xbox out (note this is like the 3992364th time I say it)

Maher says:
LOOOOOOOOOL! (um, oh hai!)

[the end]

Ah yes love at its finest :D

But fret not, fiendlings! For Moogle is not done yet. Noe Noe – Samer is to be imbecilized NEXT! Right after these messages:

يمكنكم الآن متابعة مسلسل “ميوش” على
الرجاء الاتصال على

Samer Posting as Mr Qwaider Live From the Wedding (har har har! I has a marridg!)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Of course I will blog from my wedding! We are ADDICTED! (rather, you’re all stupid enough not to grasp the concept of SCHEDULED POSTS!!!!). HAHA! See how excited I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been training ALL MY LIFE for this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By posting hundreds of !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! marks in every sentence in every post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As a matter-of-factly as possible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now since all of you are sorry singles, I will teach you how to perform your JAHA! Cuz am Qwiader and my way is TEH way! And you SHOULD have wedding crashers! Part of the EXPERIENCE! It was AWESOME! Oh and don’t forget my upcoming MOVIE PREVIEW (of course we watched movies during my wedding!): You’re All Jealous Especially You KJ (2008-ad-infinitum)

Reaching Singularity

My feet felt the earth, coldly warm and moist; a fertile earth that speaks of many tongues: that of the lemon, the olives, the oranges, the bay leaves.

The earth let out a sigh whispering to the wind its secrets.

Senses awakened,
Winds caress the lake beyond.
The smell of bay leaves.

I took the bay leaves from the earth. The textures brushed against my thumb like an ancient script carved in a fragile cloth. The words were beyond understandable; the earth’s alphabet written and shaped by the tongue of the winds.

There is an experience a longed for, that of singularity. To be one with nothing, and yet everything. The colors and shapes of the world limit your imagination. But complete blankness, an empty state of mind, has unlimited creativity, and unlimited potential.

It was the first and only time in my life I longed for nothing.

I closed my eyes. Breathing controlled in a very faint, slow rythm.

The earth enveloped my feet, the wind engaged with the bay leaves in my hands. I took a breath.

The sunlight slowly faded away. The tree I leaned my back on lost its support… I felt afloat. The wind no longer moved. Everything became still.

Element by element, my surroundings disappeared. I lost my feeling of the leaves. I could no longer feel the texture, nor the moist earth, or the sun’s warm rays or the winds chant.

The lake disappeared last.

My conscious, for the first time ever, felt indistinct from my subconscious, until it fell asleep. My subconcious arose, and I sang of feeling.

Lost fragments of thoughts wandered like spirits, until they, too, became ashes of a flame.

I was in total darkness, with no feelings of coldness, warmth, dryness, wetness…. no lust, no love, no hate, no fear… a state of nothing, and yet everything.

I did not even feel happy.

I did not feel any emotion… I do not remember any form of feeling or seeing anything except complete darkness.

The only feeling I could possibly relate to was peace.. but even that I could not define in absolute terms.

Hours and hours passed by …

Until my conscious surfaced again… and the senses rushed back, and the elements of my surroundings came to.

It barely passed a minute, in real life. But it was the best less than a minute I have ever experienced Syria.

I kept the bay leaves.