8.7.10
19.5.10
of things of great importance in my lonely small insignificant little life
1°
This is grand!!!! i m not the only one who looks for inspiration in the bathroom!!! i am not alone! i am not alone! i m not alone!!!!—and i quote:
" Ji Lee is the creative director of Google Creative Labs--- When I have a creative block, I do a few different things:• Take long showers. Somehow I can think little differently while I’m in the shower. It washes away my old thoughts and I feel renewed." (source)
Now my bathroom activity can get more interesting than a shower, but still.
why does bathroom time gimme juices?
tis the privacy perhaps? and the remoteness of it all? humpf!
3°
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about life
Hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ
and the vicar in the tutu just wants to live his life this way
4°
" Ji Lee is the creative director of Google Creative Labs--- When I have a creative block, I do a few different things:• Take long showers. Somehow I can think little differently while I’m in the shower. It washes away my old thoughts and I feel renewed." (source)
Now my bathroom activity can get more interesting than a shower, but still.
why does bathroom time gimme juices?
tis the privacy perhaps? and the remoteness of it all? humpf!
3°
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about life
Hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ
and the vicar in the tutu just wants to live his life this way
4°
The brain of mine is currently stalled. am not sure with what. i find myself slow, uninspired and completely unresourceful. could it be that i am:
a- out of wit
b- out of energy
c- out of creative juices
d- out of new
e- out of it
am definitely out of something. T says i need a break, so does Rooj. I know i need a break. but i also know that it's deeper than all of this. there is discontent and there is dissatisfaction—mostly aimed toward me and my performance.
or is it simply a standard block phase?
dunno, but i gotta feeling it's bigger than all of us (or me, coz who needs the drama?)
will look further within. the investigation continues.
27.2.10
coincidences?
or plain old fate?
ok, so was this a coincidence? or, meemee, did u know i called u a getaway art director?
it's been a few days since my last post. and since then i worked on 2 wedding invites. 'tis the season, and the age. 'tis the age when, where i am from, and where i live, things tend to get monogamous and eternal. Lotsa weddings to account for. But when u think wedding, u think shopping for dresses; and when i think shopping for dresses, i think why the hell not go to me fashion designer friend and make meself a dress. which is what's happening. and i'm super excited!! from the sounds of it, it'll be the bomb.
from monogamy to boys. well for those who remember the "rassik bizarre" incident, yesterday it got better. i got in the dark room behind a local green door, a line that beat the hell of the now-acceptable "bizarre"; i got "you are a complete logo". silence. i'll let it sink in. can you feel it? the thing is i dunno what i do to people, and what i inspire in boys, or men; but how the hell do i get lines like these? and the saddest part is they are saying it confidently with all seriousness. had they said that and laughed, it woulda been really cool; but they're not. they are impressed by their own prowess and that definitely puzzles the shit outta me. why do i keep getting the weirdos? Anyway, after that brief encounter with the third kind, i get a 22-year-old who wants to hold my hands to dance with me, after i kindly oblige him the first few times; i eventually try to avoid accepting the awkward 70's disco routine, he throws my way "so you're not used to this are you?" well, no, i'm not; i was born in 82, i grew up to Michael Jackson, dirty dancing, r&b grinding, and head banging! No disco boogying for me, ahtankyouverymush sir
romantic much?
ok, so was this a coincidence? or, meemee, did u know i called u a getaway art director?
plus i must say that u leaving messages as different accounts is quite perplexing. u comin from all sides :D
it's been a few days since my last post. and since then i worked on 2 wedding invites. 'tis the season, and the age. 'tis the age when, where i am from, and where i live, things tend to get monogamous and eternal. Lotsa weddings to account for. But when u think wedding, u think shopping for dresses; and when i think shopping for dresses, i think why the hell not go to me fashion designer friend and make meself a dress. which is what's happening. and i'm super excited!! from the sounds of it, it'll be the bomb.
from monogamy to boys. well for those who remember the "rassik bizarre" incident, yesterday it got better. i got in the dark room behind a local green door, a line that beat the hell of the now-acceptable "bizarre"; i got "you are a complete logo". silence. i'll let it sink in. can you feel it? the thing is i dunno what i do to people, and what i inspire in boys, or men; but how the hell do i get lines like these? and the saddest part is they are saying it confidently with all seriousness. had they said that and laughed, it woulda been really cool; but they're not. they are impressed by their own prowess and that definitely puzzles the shit outta me. why do i keep getting the weirdos? Anyway, after that brief encounter with the third kind, i get a 22-year-old who wants to hold my hands to dance with me, after i kindly oblige him the first few times; i eventually try to avoid accepting the awkward 70's disco routine, he throws my way "so you're not used to this are you?" well, no, i'm not; i was born in 82, i grew up to Michael Jackson, dirty dancing, r&b grinding, and head banging! No disco boogying for me, ahtankyouverymush sir
24.2.10
Am Back!
as ma2 noticed!! happy happy happy
Other than that, today after 9 months, one of the stupidest, most standard of all projects is reaching an end. Finally. When you think easy money, expect painstaking process.
Need new music.
Need new movies.
Been watching old ones lately. Saw Holiday with Cary Grant and Kathrine Hepburn. Not bad, pretty cool. although one's not clearly where it all came to end. I wanna be Kathrine, she's so stylish, smart, beautiful and funny. some day one day, right?
Ok, after a bit of work on meself, i feel better. stuck to the commandments, was hard, but i'm trying.
Promised Meemee now estranged to the land of permanent cold nose that i will blog more often. Which will force me maybe to say things.
Promised Meemee now estranged to the land of permanent cold nose that i will blog more often. Which will force me maybe to say things.
Anyway, today, self-centered-ness moment. Took a pic of my belt for a friend. i took it real quick, with the office's EOS. and i like it. so am posting it.
Meemee can you see all of me, when u c this? well u can imagine and place the golden shoes :D
Other than that, today after 9 months, one of the stupidest, most standard of all projects is reaching an end. Finally. When you think easy money, expect painstaking process.
Need new music.
Need new movies.
Been watching old ones lately. Saw Holiday with Cary Grant and Kathrine Hepburn. Not bad, pretty cool. although one's not clearly where it all came to end. I wanna be Kathrine, she's so stylish, smart, beautiful and funny. some day one day, right?
24.1.10
ooh ooh, an idea!
for this week, i shall abide by the following rules:
- there will be no gossiping
- there will be no bashing or talking ill of anyone (even of my maddening supplier, who will remain unnamed)
- there will be thinking thrice before talking
- there will be time before reacting
i will tame myself.
is this too much? i'm overdoing it...
- there will be no gossiping
- there will be no bashing or talking ill of anyone (even of my maddening supplier, who will remain unnamed)
- there will be thinking thrice before talking
- there will be time before reacting
i will tame myself.
is this too much? i'm overdoing it...
Well, it's been a long long time
more than a year since my last post. over two years since a serious blog post.
I've been busy, true.
I've been swamped and distracted, true.
I've been lost too, true.
And now, i am tired, exhausted, and confused.
Lately my mind has been one big muddle of tangled thoughts and vague recollections, unclear logic and sloppy reasoning. I feel i am stumbling on the decisions, as if there is either something pushing me around, or i am overcome by everything that could come my way. I feel everything is so random.
I am at a point where my decisions could be clearer, i have the opportunity now to choose and pick, and i find my mind unable to supply my choices with the least bit of lucidity.
I cannot find the part of me that used to give me confidence to push through. i have lost the one thing i used to think gave me the assurance to voice out my opinions. i find myself requestioning my decisions, and double-guessing the hidden intentions of my unconscious.
I find my reactions unappropriate, my discussions undeserving, my positions unfitting.
And after all the bashing, i still have no pity for who i am, and no esteem for whom i'd become. And not to mention, no explanation for how i came to become what i am.
Now that i've said what i've said, i realize i have no hobbies anymore, no extra-curricular activities, no personal life, no interests, and no personal growth.
The difference between the ZOoz of 2008 and the ZOoz of 2010 is blindening.
I have to take action.
--and now enter the most random feeling and thought:
Facebook has replaced my thoughts and occupied with it socialite gossip trash.--
i shall leave that thought here, and come to ponder of it for the next week, and we'll all pick up then where my avalanche of randomness has left me.
I've been busy, true.
I've been swamped and distracted, true.
I've been lost too, true.
And now, i am tired, exhausted, and confused.
Lately my mind has been one big muddle of tangled thoughts and vague recollections, unclear logic and sloppy reasoning. I feel i am stumbling on the decisions, as if there is either something pushing me around, or i am overcome by everything that could come my way. I feel everything is so random.
I am at a point where my decisions could be clearer, i have the opportunity now to choose and pick, and i find my mind unable to supply my choices with the least bit of lucidity.
I cannot find the part of me that used to give me confidence to push through. i have lost the one thing i used to think gave me the assurance to voice out my opinions. i find myself requestioning my decisions, and double-guessing the hidden intentions of my unconscious.
I find my reactions unappropriate, my discussions undeserving, my positions unfitting.
And after all the bashing, i still have no pity for who i am, and no esteem for whom i'd become. And not to mention, no explanation for how i came to become what i am.
Now that i've said what i've said, i realize i have no hobbies anymore, no extra-curricular activities, no personal life, no interests, and no personal growth.
The difference between the ZOoz of 2008 and the ZOoz of 2010 is blindening.
I have to take action.
--and now enter the most random feeling and thought:
Facebook has replaced my thoughts and occupied with it socialite gossip trash.--
i shall leave that thought here, and come to ponder of it for the next week, and we'll all pick up then where my avalanche of randomness has left me.
3.1.09
10.5.08
us are them.
woke up this morning haha alabama3, and All the love has gone and all i had in my head was Radiohead's Just:
You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself
i turn on the tv, to watch the news. nobody is saying much about the aley incident at dawn—well not enough to quench my thirst anyway. I will have to wait for Ous to appear online to ask him about it. I can't believe how shitty all the media coverage is this time. For the past 2/3 days, i have been following the stories from my friends who were able to stay online although barricaded in their houses. i chatted my way into information. otherwise i think i would've went mad. because this is a maddening situation. enno, what the hell happened? how the hell did we end-up in this reservoir-dog-ear-cutting scenario? and the question here is who is doing the little dance?
i zap.
amanpour is talking about north corea.
the otv guy is talking bout aley. too bad the source is not so reliable. well anyway they r all adepts of tattletale journalism, well maybe except for that lady who started screaming on tv yesterday night. so hard to believe anything.
mtv, mark ronson's just. then i must be right!
they do do it to themselves, they do,
and that's what really hurts
they do i to to ourselves, just them,
them, us and noone else.
convinced.
You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself
i turn on the tv, to watch the news. nobody is saying much about the aley incident at dawn—well not enough to quench my thirst anyway. I will have to wait for Ous to appear online to ask him about it. I can't believe how shitty all the media coverage is this time. For the past 2/3 days, i have been following the stories from my friends who were able to stay online although barricaded in their houses. i chatted my way into information. otherwise i think i would've went mad. because this is a maddening situation. enno, what the hell happened? how the hell did we end-up in this reservoir-dog-ear-cutting scenario? and the question here is who is doing the little dance?
i zap.
amanpour is talking about north corea.
the otv guy is talking bout aley. too bad the source is not so reliable. well anyway they r all adepts of tattletale journalism, well maybe except for that lady who started screaming on tv yesterday night. so hard to believe anything.
mtv, mark ronson's just. then i must be right!
they do do it to themselves, they do,
and that's what really hurts
they do i to to ourselves, just them,
them, us and noone else.
convinced.
8.5.08
15.4.08
real estate sucks.
i go out of the country for 10 days, and comeback to see that they demolished that lovely half-house i photographed/featured 2 posts ago.
sweet, ain't it?
sweet, ain't it?
1.4.08
sheep beat ants.
a few nights ago, Rooj 'n i went to a lovely small concert. when the doors opened for us to get in, naturally, all people rushed to it, and, quite instinctively Rooj says, leh men dalna ghanam? why do we keep acting like sheep?—which is often said about the lebanese in regards to their resistance to behave orderly in a social/civic context, notably in their resistance to waiting in lines.
in an effort to joke-slash-rationalize the moment, i reminded him that there is no need to wait in line like ants; that where our ‘sheepy’ behaviour seems erratic and completely uncalled for, the ‘anty’ option was quite outside of our nature.
we are sheep. i think i've said this once before.
We tend to move together, you'd rarely find a lebanese wandering away from the flock. the lebanese like to conform to their self-set limitations and codes. they rarely want to break the system, our history proves this: we only decide to move against the current if a shepherd dog leads us out of the way into a new one.
enter the metaphor of the sheep on the cliff: a sheep throws himself off the cliff, the flock follows. yeah, we are like that.
plus, women tend to walk in our streets dangling around their asses. so that works too.
ultimately, i wouldn't want to be an ant.
why stand in a line all alone, when i can stand between a puddle of people, arms and shoulders rubbing, feeling the warmth of the bodies standing around, smelling the BO of most, inhaling deposits of experiences left behind?
in an effort to joke-slash-rationalize the moment, i reminded him that there is no need to wait in line like ants; that where our ‘sheepy’ behaviour seems erratic and completely uncalled for, the ‘anty’ option was quite outside of our nature.
we are sheep. i think i've said this once before.
We tend to move together, you'd rarely find a lebanese wandering away from the flock. the lebanese like to conform to their self-set limitations and codes. they rarely want to break the system, our history proves this: we only decide to move against the current if a shepherd dog leads us out of the way into a new one.
enter the metaphor of the sheep on the cliff: a sheep throws himself off the cliff, the flock follows. yeah, we are like that.
plus, women tend to walk in our streets dangling around their asses. so that works too.
ultimately, i wouldn't want to be an ant.
why stand in a line all alone, when i can stand between a puddle of people, arms and shoulders rubbing, feeling the warmth of the bodies standing around, smelling the BO of most, inhaling deposits of experiences left behind?
31.3.08
where the hell was i.
the 1000th day mark
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somewhere in Keserwan, between the trees on a foggy, drizzly day, with M, L & C.
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The 2 buildings i love most on my way to work every freakin' day.
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the other hole i was buried in for all this time.
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singstaring my ass out. the night i kicked K's ass on Ordinary World.
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chinese store hygiene pads. funny. sunny girl.
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Blossoming almond trees in Chouf on ZOoz, K n L's day out.
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The view on most of my after-work nights out.
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Czech hybrid cheese?!
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czech sarcasm at it's best.
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what this anthology lacks is the fact that i haven't written for 9 months, and that's shameful ZOozoo. During this time, i had a lovely light summer, a cool enlightening trip to London, then a shitty 6 months workin' my ass off for ungrateful stupid corporate clients. The worse is that i had to drag happy-n-gay-K with me, the poor soul; she hates now as much as i do. i ruined her.
Then i finally decided to go visit Hos in Praha, CZ. Then Pregnant Mou made her entrance, and that is quite a load of fun. Then i left to cz, it was a lotta fun and a lotta cold but a lotta fun.
and now am back to both lebanon and blogging. sweet.
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Soundtracks of that period of my life include:
- the brillantissime new !!!
- the enivrant Iron&Wine
- the awesome I'm Not There OST
- the elegantissime Feist
- Nick Cave's Dig, Lazarus! Dig!
- inRainbows, ob-f*****-viously
- The Paris Derniere Compilations
- BabyShambles' There She Goes
- and a shitload of shitty 90s songs (including the OST for empire records, sad but true)
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somewhere in Keserwan, between the trees on a foggy, drizzly day, with M, L & C.
———
The 2 buildings i love most on my way to work every freakin' day.
———
the other hole i was buried in for all this time.
———
singstaring my ass out. the night i kicked K's ass on Ordinary World.
———
chinese store hygiene pads. funny. sunny girl.
———
Blossoming almond trees in Chouf on ZOoz, K n L's day out.
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The view on most of my after-work nights out.
———
Czech hybrid cheese?!
———
czech sarcasm at it's best.
———
what this anthology lacks is the fact that i haven't written for 9 months, and that's shameful ZOozoo. During this time, i had a lovely light summer, a cool enlightening trip to London, then a shitty 6 months workin' my ass off for ungrateful stupid corporate clients. The worse is that i had to drag happy-n-gay-K with me, the poor soul; she hates now as much as i do. i ruined her.
Then i finally decided to go visit Hos in Praha, CZ. Then Pregnant Mou made her entrance, and that is quite a load of fun. Then i left to cz, it was a lotta fun and a lotta cold but a lotta fun.
and now am back to both lebanon and blogging. sweet.
———
Soundtracks of that period of my life include:
- the brillantissime new !!!
- the enivrant Iron&Wine
- the awesome I'm Not There OST
- the elegantissime Feist
- Nick Cave's Dig, Lazarus! Dig!
- inRainbows, ob-f*****-viously
- The Paris Derniere Compilations
- BabyShambles' There She Goes
- and a shitload of shitty 90s songs (including the OST for empire records, sad but true)
22.6.07
of how little i've been doing.
can't focus these days. i dunno why really. i know it's not the situation, because in that department i'm all settled in; nothing surprises me anymore. dunno. maybe it's the university thing... i had an english test in the embassy today. god it was annoying, felt right back at school doing the SATs.
am listening to the newest Feist album, it really is very very good. i like it, there's a version of see line woman that is very cool; but they called theirs sea lion. which to some effect makes much more sense to me than see line. actually, before, i used to think it was ceylan woman—as in the woman from srilanka, but then it turned out to be see line, which i didnt (and still don't) understand.
my stupid ipod is dead again. and that pisses me off. am restoring it right now, if it keeps messing with me am gonna throw it away—but only to buy a newer one. damn the capitalist world and the consumerist thinking. zoozoo can't live without an mp3 player now... god forbid! what have this world become, goddammmit!
am listening to the newest Feist album, it really is very very good. i like it, there's a version of see line woman that is very cool; but they called theirs sea lion. which to some effect makes much more sense to me than see line. actually, before, i used to think it was ceylan woman—as in the woman from srilanka, but then it turned out to be see line, which i didnt (and still don't) understand.
my stupid ipod is dead again. and that pisses me off. am restoring it right now, if it keeps messing with me am gonna throw it away—but only to buy a newer one. damn the capitalist world and the consumerist thinking. zoozoo can't live without an mp3 player now... god forbid! what have this world become, goddammmit!
4.6.07
about the tribunal.
now what?
the situation in the camps is not getting better. Ain el helwe is also on fire. i'm not getting anything anymore.
one good thing we witnessed out of that tribunal voting: the st george road was opened. yey.
what waits for us? i dunno shit. and i don't think anybody does.
will it stay like this?
aaaahhh it sux.
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yesterday watched The Science of Sleep. it was gr8. i love gondry.
that guy has an such an ease in the display of vulnerability. unbelievable. the line between cheesiness and heart-wrenching vulnerability is a very fine one; and he succeeds effortessly.
really really cool. although some elements do feel as if recycled by him, but it's still very nice; i also loved its un-hollywoodness. eternal sunshine was still cleaner and more by the book.
and chabat s gr8 in it; i love that guy.
i just felt like watching it again straight away.
it was good.
highlight of the week.
or maybe a good start for a gr8 week?!
nah...
god am bored today...
the situation in the camps is not getting better. Ain el helwe is also on fire. i'm not getting anything anymore.
one good thing we witnessed out of that tribunal voting: the st george road was opened. yey.
what waits for us? i dunno shit. and i don't think anybody does.
will it stay like this?
aaaahhh it sux.
———
yesterday watched The Science of Sleep. it was gr8. i love gondry.
that guy has an such an ease in the display of vulnerability. unbelievable. the line between cheesiness and heart-wrenching vulnerability is a very fine one; and he succeeds effortessly.
really really cool. although some elements do feel as if recycled by him, but it's still very nice; i also loved its un-hollywoodness. eternal sunshine was still cleaner and more by the book.
and chabat s gr8 in it; i love that guy.
i just felt like watching it again straight away.
it was good.
highlight of the week.
or maybe a good start for a gr8 week?!
nah...
god am bored today...
23.5.07
of my de/at-tachment.
on saturday, was on a road trip with alfie. we had fun.
it was sunny and it felt good. we saw taggers on the street, and we tagged a bit ourselves. then we went up to Souk el Ghareb and had fun looking for abandoned buildings and trying to get into them. it was fun.
at night we all went to dine at Abou Hassan, then we sat on Hamra street, playing guitar and singing. it was nice.
violet trees on Spears. love those trees.
taggers
alf's running man tag
mine :D
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the next morning we woke up to news of fighting in the streets of tripoli. it shook me. i stayed on tv all day long, depressed. couldn't do anything all day long, and god knows i have a shitload of things i need to attend to. 20 people dead all in all. 2 kids were held hostage. it's horrendous. Chica, nina and bello were stuck there. i can't believe it.
couldn't sleep at night, i was too agitated. i was zapping on tv, and then i saw from the window all the buildings light up from one side. "what the f..." KHABBBROOOMMMMM
it was the ABC bombing.
ambulances whistling turuturuturu and car wheels screaming iiiiiiiiiiiiii people driving like mad to make it to the scene. one lady died, 10 injured. i can't believe this shit.
next morning. finish my shit at home, go to T's, we have a meeting later. we go to the meeting. then i go with the girls meet chica on the airport, she leaves. we go back home.
meemee, mimo and alfie pass by, we have dinner and a beer on the balcony. the buildings light up again, and then a second later KHABBBROOHHOOMM it sounds far as if from Hamra or sth... no it's verdun. i call nouks, she's fine, the site is a street away from where she lives. alfie calls his dad, they live only 3 min away from the site. he's fine. dammit. when will this end.
the next morning, back to work. as if nothing has happened the night before. it became part of our day to day life, i guess. it's becoming natural. it does not seem as major as it actually is. an idiosyncrasy of Beirut/Lebanon life.
and now we live on tv, checking what's happening in the north, emailing each other warning emails of possible bombing locations, putting (f) in our msn names for the souls of those who are dying every day.
living in virtuality.
it was sunny and it felt good. we saw taggers on the street, and we tagged a bit ourselves. then we went up to Souk el Ghareb and had fun looking for abandoned buildings and trying to get into them. it was fun.
at night we all went to dine at Abou Hassan, then we sat on Hamra street, playing guitar and singing. it was nice.
violet trees on Spears. love those trees.
taggers
alf's running man tag
mine :D
———
the next morning we woke up to news of fighting in the streets of tripoli. it shook me. i stayed on tv all day long, depressed. couldn't do anything all day long, and god knows i have a shitload of things i need to attend to. 20 people dead all in all. 2 kids were held hostage. it's horrendous. Chica, nina and bello were stuck there. i can't believe it.
couldn't sleep at night, i was too agitated. i was zapping on tv, and then i saw from the window all the buildings light up from one side. "what the f..." KHABBBROOOMMMMM
it was the ABC bombing.
ambulances whistling turuturuturu and car wheels screaming iiiiiiiiiiiiii people driving like mad to make it to the scene. one lady died, 10 injured. i can't believe this shit.
next morning. finish my shit at home, go to T's, we have a meeting later. we go to the meeting. then i go with the girls meet chica on the airport, she leaves. we go back home.
meemee, mimo and alfie pass by, we have dinner and a beer on the balcony. the buildings light up again, and then a second later KHABBBROOHHOOMM it sounds far as if from Hamra or sth... no it's verdun. i call nouks, she's fine, the site is a street away from where she lives. alfie calls his dad, they live only 3 min away from the site. he's fine. dammit. when will this end.
the next morning, back to work. as if nothing has happened the night before. it became part of our day to day life, i guess. it's becoming natural. it does not seem as major as it actually is. an idiosyncrasy of Beirut/Lebanon life.
and now we live on tv, checking what's happening in the north, emailing each other warning emails of possible bombing locations, putting (f) in our msn names for the souls of those who are dying every day.
living in virtuality.
21.5.07
14.5.07
that guy is funny.
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please do not touch the newspapers and the magazines and do not borrow them,
because the newspapers and the magazines are for sale and not for borrowing. and thank you.
ma as2alo sa7ee7.
9.5.07
shame on me for not blogging this last month.
it's been a long long month or so. done a lot, and then just crashed from exhaustion.
what you missed:
Nina got me cool socks.
i fell in love with 2 rabbits around easter time.
chica got married.
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then i went to aleppo, for a project i was working on with T. it's a hiking trail connecting early christian cities next to aleppo. the hiking trail is part of an ecotourism initiative in that area by both the swiss and the syrians. T and i worked on the signage. it looks really really sexy.
for 2 days we finalized the setting up of the signs in the correct spots. the project will include more than one trail that connect the ruins which are all dated to 300–450 AD. and the coolest detail is that the kurds live between and next to the ruins, so one gets to experience the kurd life and traditions. highly recommended extreme stuff.
planting a sign. look how sexy it is!
mansaf on the ground! with laban drink, laban immo-like dish, laban-almost-labneh dish (yumyum). ooh and bread.
our generous hosts. very nice people. and RJ in action.
a lebanese beer i discovered in aleppo.
descriptive marketing strategy. ismo 3a kasmo.
what you missed:
Nina got me cool socks.
i fell in love with 2 rabbits around easter time.
chica got married.
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then i went to aleppo, for a project i was working on with T. it's a hiking trail connecting early christian cities next to aleppo. the hiking trail is part of an ecotourism initiative in that area by both the swiss and the syrians. T and i worked on the signage. it looks really really sexy.
for 2 days we finalized the setting up of the signs in the correct spots. the project will include more than one trail that connect the ruins which are all dated to 300–450 AD. and the coolest detail is that the kurds live between and next to the ruins, so one gets to experience the kurd life and traditions. highly recommended extreme stuff.
planting a sign. look how sexy it is!
mansaf on the ground! with laban drink, laban immo-like dish, laban-almost-labneh dish (yumyum). ooh and bread.
our generous hosts. very nice people. and RJ in action.
a lebanese beer i discovered in aleppo.
descriptive marketing strategy. ismo 3a kasmo.
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