I was never one who panics nor do I think I ever will be.
I hate spoons and manage to live a happy life without them.
I think 'love' is over rated and doubt I'm missing out on anything.
Self pity is the worse thing one can experience, in fact I think its excessively selfish to do so.
I can not tolerate people with bad body odor yet I like the smell of fresh sweat. Yes there is a difference.
After reading a serious book, serious meaning anythin worthwhile I need a buffer book and my current buffer is 'when will jesus bring the pork chops.' After reading it halfway I felt like I was sinning so closed it and started the Kite Runner.
Its been two years since I cried and on page 100 of the Kite Runner I felt a tear roll down my cheeks. I started laughing. The moment was far gone.
I'm almost fluent in a language that less than 600,000 people speak. Useless? Je sais but its somethin I'm quite proud of.
I still don't have running water in the toilet and so far so good. Showering with 4 buckets of water seems to do the job quite adequately.
Ramadan is coming up and this year I'm dreading it. Breaking fast at 8:30 is not exactly a cup of tea. Mother dearest thinks coming back home for 2 weeks will do me good, I think I'm goin to do just that.
I've always wanted to take a year off and travel all over but what puts me off is the aspect of baggage. Yes I am far too materialistic to go back packing through Europe or what not. Not planning on going shopping in malls, but what happens when buying ethnic knickknacks here and there escalades. Ship the goods back home? How excessive! Drag them along to destination B? How embarrassing.
I always was fascinated by bloggers. I wonder what would be the one question those fellow bloggers would ask me if they knew I would answer openly and truthfully.
Curiosity is but human nature. Its also what killed the cat. Thank God we're Homo sapiens.
When one day dreams its always done from a director's view and sees the whole picture rarely do they zoom in. I say this confidently as though I have done some study on this, but sorry to disappoing but this confidence is also mixed with a lil BS.
I don't know how to play 'Gafsha' or 'Bullshit'. Kout is my game. Not poker, not gin but KOUT.
A wise friend once said when we meet genuinely nice people we're shocked and all jitty. What we forget is people should be nice, they don't deserve credit for acquiring the bare minimum. Granted she didn't phrase it just like that but same same.
I find buying somethin I really want and giving it to someone I care for satisfies me. I'm currently craving for a mac mini, that mac mini would look nicely in my father's living room.
Both Haifa Wahbe and Nawal Al Zoughbi are in wikipedia.
"Good Morning Vietnam!"
*Hasta Luego!
