too upset

17 people died today, just like that!! I still can't get over this.. I didn't see it coming and don't know why it feels so shocking..
Now all the investigations and the interfering will start.. The analysis and the interviews.. The pointless speeches.. All the news each one with different point of view.. All in search of the truth.. If only we realized that truth doesn't actually exist, then we wouldn't have had to go through this mess!!
Souls have been wasted today for a reason that only few know.. It doesn't matter who as much as it matters HOW and WHY?!! Or may be the answers to all those questions don't matter as much as the fact that humans should really extinct because the world has had enough!! What else is can we invent to ruin it? I guess religion and policy are more than enough!!!

So Single

It feels so lonely.. I have no one to wish me good night.. I have no one to fight and make up with.. My phone rarely rings.. It is so boring.. But I'd rather stay single than being with some one that is just not worth it..

The Happy Birthday Song

When I was in Paris last month, I went out with this very nice and interesting French guy. We were talking about how it bothered me not being able to understand what he was saying when he stammered in French. So then he said he would sing me a song in French that he was 100% sure I would understand. 'Hit me', I said. And then he started singing. It was hilarious, I did understand actually. He was singing the Happy Birthday song. He noted how amazing the fact that it's just the same melody and lyrics almost all over the world but only with different translations. It never crossed my mind to actually find out how it originally came out before. And then I told him I think it's just one of those things that can't be tracked down. However, I was so curious afterwards and well I just found out that I was wrong. I actually googled it and found millions of results about its history.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happy_Birthday_to_You
So ironic ha? How we don't give importance to certain things in life!!

On the way to Damascus..

Here I am leaving Latakia … Said my usual goodbyes.. Kissed and hugged everyone.. Wiped the yearly tears.. Left with the image of the bus station.. The crowded, dirty and messy bus station, with all these people staring and all these men shouting 'sham', 'Hums', 'Tartous' … They really get on my nerves but no one ever does anything about it..I love this place, but really hate it.. Syria, my homeland.. My origin.. My roots .. what does this really mean!! I can't handle this mess anymore but I can't stop coming here, for all the memories and all my beloved ones.. As I look back at this summer and re live its every detail and every experience.. All the new things I tried.. All the people I met.. I know it is a whole new phase for me..

(Written on the bus, 7-September-2008)

Al Raya Newspaper

http://www.raya.com/mritems/streams/2008/9/17/2_379171_1_212.pdf

Hmmmm.. It feels funny whenever I read my name in local newspapers, or even the university ones.. But this time i can't get over the very ugly picture and the very silly topic.. DAMN

Summer has officialy ended!!

I am back to University and back to walking from a place to another in such a hurry. I am finding it very hard to believe that I am a sophomore now. A whole year has gone by and time is passing so fast. I kind of miss the hard work and all the debates and discussions during the lectures. I miss hearing everyone complain about the weather, the hard exams, the exhausting assignments, the long essays, oh and the DEADLINES. I have a lot to do this year:Receive A in all my courses.Learn French.Find a job.Go to the gym.Run The Press Club.Fill up My space in The Uni Newspaper.Have fun and do aloot of shopping.Oh damn I really have to sort this out and schedule my week!!!

Ziad el Rahbani

Everybody keeps asking me how it was.. How I felt.. They just can't understand!! I was living a dream.. How does it feel to make a dream come true? There he was with his irresistible charm.. Playing on that piano his best notes.. His overwhelming personality was everywhere.. In his every word and every move.. All the memories that he awakened.. All the emotions that drowned my eyes with tears.. The music that makes u tremble was played by him, the real him.. All my favourite 'Wa Kamh' , 'Bala wla shi', 'Talfan 3ayash' , '3ayshi w7da blak' and many more..I still can't get over the Maestro.. He moved his hands in such a magical way.. I could hear his hands sing and play all the notes before all the instruments..everything and everyone was charming that night.. That unforgettable night.. I salute you Ziad.. You brought the best of us..Really what would make a suitable answer when someone asks me that question again?? People I attended ZIAD live in concert and the rest is up to your imagination !!

Post Number 1

So here I am, posting on my first blog... It feels good I guess..
Hmmmm... I wonder how long is it going to take me to get used to this whole thing?? Alot of silly posts i guess!!