soo.. tomorrow August 8th…
My birthday… yeah, I’m a Leo..
I’ve been browsing through my pix… I’ve got an awful lot of pix from my early childhood… I got some flashbacks I wanna share..
-I was born in 8/8/1986, Mom has always been obsessed with Maradona [the Argentinian footballer], and she was like 8months pregnant [obviously with ME] when 1986World Cup kicked off… so [hearsay] they told me that my mom used to run all over the house whenever he’s on screen, cheering and screaming… with her belly all swollen, while my grandma’s job was to follow her everywhere making sure she doesn’t hurt herself..
-When I was about 1 or 2 years old, mom had to go work in Yemen [she's a doctor, btw], and Dad [well, I honestly donno where he was, he was playing hide and seek with Mukhabarat, and he actually won.. hehe.. way to go papa].. so I used to stay at my granpa’s house in Homs, and being the spoiled-lonely-kid-who’s-parents-arent’s-around, I HAD the time of my life… I was told that I NEVER EVER got to sleep until they lullabied with me for hours on the balcony or the roof.. with the moonlight.. I used to scream out “2amal… 2amal” = “2amar… 2amar”!!
-back when I was 4 my only fantasy was to be a Trrafic Policeman!!! my older cousin even printed a ticket book for me.. with my name on it!!! hehe
-I have a long history with setting up fires… when I was 6 I burnt all my uncle’s library [btw, that uncle is prof. Aaref Dalileh]… he used to keep it at my granpa’s here in Latakia.. me and my mom stayed there for a while, so…. it was an honest mistake… I SWEAR… but.., well… he never ever played chess with me again!!
-I burnt dad’s bathroom in his beirut flat…!!! I still don’t rememeber how… and I still believe that IT WASN’T my fault…!!!
-I once wanted to see if cotton actually catches on fire… when I think about it now.. I wish I had the brains to try it on a small piece of cotton.. instead of the setting on fire all the cotton packs mom used to keep under the bed [medic cotton]… conequently setting the WHOLE bedroom on fire!!!!!!!
-Dad told me that I always had somekinda trouble with god.. I mean I was like 7yrs old when I first drew god..!! and it wasn’t such a pleasant painting!!!!
-I was 7 too when I had my first cigarette… and thanx to that one I NEVER EVER smoked again [Not even nargile]…!!! Ironically papa was the one who gave it to me… When I think about it… I donno if I could take that chance with my son [I donno if I could have that amount of objectivness], anyways.. I threw up all day… and he didn’t even say “I told ya so!!!” hehe.. I do appreciate that cigarette!!!
-I once sang with Sami 7awwat [one of Ziad Rahbani's close gang, although I always thought that I sang with Ziad... but my dad corrected that thought 2 weeks ago], he was playing Aud in this Sahra in some friend’s house, I was like 6 and I jumped from my dad’s lap and I wanted to sing… I sang Marcel Khalife’s “Tout Tout 3abayrout”… soo he played Aud and I sang… now I know the secret behind that mysterious smile that dad gave me… Ziad and Marcel weren’t such a great friends at that time!!! but well.. “Tout tout 3abayrout” WAS way more catchy for me than Ziad’s “3ayshe wa7da balak”..
-I had my first strike when I was 10yrs old… I stayed 2 days without eating [honestly, I used to sneak at night and get a snack]… after 2hours negotiations I had to drop my demand for a mini-size-battery-car…!!! I still loooong for one… but I don’t think I could fit in any of em right now… so I lost my chance in driving that!!!! :(

5 months old… I totally love this pic.. u can notice SyrianTV behind me!!! hehe… btw, and the television itself is Syronics!!

One of the few family pix that my parents could save…

That’s me wandering in Yemen…!!! I stayed there about 3 months and mom couldn’t handle it… so she sent me back!!!

That’s my cousin May… we took this pic in my 3rd birthday… she’s my first crush… hehehe

My cousin prof. Hussam Dalileh, he’s the one I owe all my computer addiction to!! If i ever get to be sth, then he has much of the credit!!

Finally… my ever-lovely mommy!!!
yalla cheers,