el libneniyyeh bajam.

we'r on the news again

as usual when i can't work, i blog. i think i'm gonna cook too.

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so my fellow countrymen (and women) are on the streets; cursing each other in a face-off or throwing stones at each other (like in mazraa for example), and i find myself wishing they could all be lynched down by the army. what ever rocks one's boat...

so we're on the news again. hurray. beirut will be more famous. we can maybe sell a new touristic image of beirut.
open a new tourism attraction.
After eco-tourism, sex-tourism, please join me in welcoming the latest edition of tourism:
the post-war tension tourism.
we offer at very attractive prices, tours to our demolished cities and trips to brainwashing rallies of both pro-government and pro-opposition movements. In addition to our guides to protests, we also give crash courses in throwing stones at opposing fellow countrymen, cursing your opponents effectively and of course, our favorite, burning tyres and trash in the middle of the streets.
Additional classes of moving cars from the middle of the street and throwing them on the curbs are given to people deemed physically fit.

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on a separate note
Sleiman Frangiye 3am bi nashid bi ta3beer silmeh bala mouwejaha. need i remind him that yesterday he was threatening the people who were going to work today to be careful on their ways back home.
what an ass.

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Brad Mehldau.
goddamn that man makes magic.

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i truly am flabbergasted at the strength and power of denial.
Future tv is unbelievable. i think they live on a different planet.
ma ma32ool...
it's mind blowing...
"Mama Mama! 3am bi daffeshneh!"
"7ayete, ma t3abbero, 3mol 7alak ma sheyfo! hek bte2haro! se3eta byezha2 w bi fill..."
nasi7it el noss lira.


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akrah loubnan wal loubnaniyeen. wa shookran.
am starting to think we were wrong in our Lawein.

it's been a month since i wrote anything substantial.
i can't bring myself to focus.

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the trip.
it was so cool. so nice. so africa...
it was brilliant. it was fun. it was unforgettable.
it was one of those life changing experiences; not in a grandiose gesture, but on a very small scale. a trip that refreshes your perspective, makes you requestion your priorities, and eventually makes you want to avoid the reality of your life now... it makes you change the life you were leading, turn it into sth else—regardless whether for the better or the worse, change it nonetheless.

i didn't want to come back.
why would i come back?
the situation in the country is horrendous. evb is bummed out of his/her mind. evb is depressed—including the family who has been going through a rough 2 years, which sucks coz my famiy is the bestest funnest family ever. the work am doing am not necessarily happy with, or at least am not satisfied, so why come back?
and the "why come back?" question turns into "why stay?"

and really why stay?

i keep thinking am wasting time here. that i should take the situation as an opportunity to go do sth else somewhere else since evth is sucking here.
+ i don't like what am doing.
i hate waking up in the morning. i dont wanna wake up.
...
i may wanna be on a vacation all my life.
...
i may be a lazy blogger , Bored... but i don't wanna b lazy and i'm not gonna be.
Am gonna take over the world. or visit it. but i will be lazy nomore!!!

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photos i took with my phone in Africa upon arrival

am back

... but i hate it.