of my psychosomatic dream.

woke up around dawn this morning, dont remember why—might've been duty calling or thirst. anyway i go back to bed and live one of the most deranging real-like dreams ever.
i usually can awake myself from freaky moments, but this time i was completely immersed in it, thinking it was true...
it starts with an image of reality; i am (still) watching my tv that notoriously stays on all night long. a spectre takes shape in front of it, slowly, from a kind of see-through mist to a clearer suggestion of full limbs into a physical solid form of an upper body i don't recall a full body... i'm seeing it from the back, the figure turns suddenly towards me, screaming, it looks like an asian/japanese woman with an eery manga like face, disfigured by anger and rage. the spectre runs towards me, i am still lying in bed, and starts stabbing me in the chest; each stab is more and more real, i actually feel pain and incredible pressure on the chest. i want to scream and free myself, and as always can't. feeling my body completely trapped in paralysis, while in my head i'm climbing up the walls. i am desperately trying to scream but am completely dumb. i also remember wanting to call my dad's name while usually, in circumstances like these, i call out for my mother's. at that moment, i remember feeling that there's no point in fighting it, and that i should better give up, it is then that the angry spectre disappears.. i actually think am dying. i feel another presence next to my bed, in the same misty form as the angry jap bitch. strangely, i am in deep belief that it is my brother. the misty form starts materializing from the hand, to the upper arm, without really fully taking shape. i reach for the hand, and it is feeling real; it is my brother's hand, skinny but strong with its characteristic protruding veins... it feels so real, i am actually holding his hand... and then i wake up, heart beating erratically, sweaty, alone in my room, the history of rock'n roll lightening up the room.

about politics on facebook.

There's an ongoing debate on facebook whether Palestine is a country or not; and reason for this, is because really the debate is whether Palestine should figure in the Country listing in Facebook. The debate led to another on whether Kurdistan should be added as a country on facebook, obviously.
An unexpected turn of events, from a purely social/socialite (la2 7akkeh w nassnasseh) site to one with deep (haha) insights on geopolitical debate.

seriously...

lady, what were you thinking?

facebook marad.

about inland empire.

yesterday went to watch the latest David Lynch. hence the pondering.
and i slept in the middle of the movie.
but from the half i saw, am willing to watch it again. although me sleeping in it would raise the obvious question whether it was boring or not; i would say it wasn't. guess i was tired.
his camera work, editing, film quality is gr8. i personnally loved it. he seemed to be having loads of fun with it. the sound was gr8.
i think i'll watch it again.
although most of which who went out of the movies yesterday night, were not willing to go thru it again—coz the usual level of creepiness and story entaglements were slightly (to say the least) enhanced.
no no. definitely watchable.
one little detail though, i was surprised that some of us expected some moments/details of the movie... which could be quite disappointing if you really think about it...

i will advertize fe's studio.

my post-war tension tourism idea was not so far off.

info sms of the day!


is this taking advantage of the situation or just a brilliant marketing strategy?
a penny for your thoughts...

ain't this cool?

i just love men/women/men and women holding hands.

(probably some student project spray-painted) around in hamra.