to anyone who’s still checking this stupid corner…
I seriously miss blogging, I miss the feeling of recieving comments and going into an argument with someone…. I donno why I haven’t been blogging… I could say I was busy… but it depends on the definition of the whole “BUSY” status…
I’m not a happy person… that’s a fact… me, I’m not a happy person, I hope it’s not a criteria thing, just a a little flu that comes and goes, but definitley, I haven’t been such a happy person lately…
I mean, I have an almost perfect life… [to my perspective]… and not just the instaneous prespective…
2 days ago, I was notified to being officially a grantee for the MEXT (Monbusho) Scholarship… I’m now an official student in the Tokyo University for Foriegn Affairs. The oldest language school in Japan.
I’ve always been [and still] a dreamer, a day dreamer even. and I was always amazed of how an hour of dreaming can lift me up to the sky on time of crisis…
An hour of good music with an emotional breakdown has always been enough for me to get over anything.. anything in this world…
I’ve always been surrounded by the most amazingly unique ppl on this part of the universe…
I have quite a few ppl who honestly care for me… and whom I don’t think I can’t ever start to describe how much I love them in return…
I already have some stuff that I’m proud of..
I have such high hopes and ambitions that I could never be actually bored of living, or even fulfilled…
I have so much proud over my belonging to the human kind, and to this particular part of the human kind history.. that millions of years of extinction can’t take away…
+ The fact that I totally love my new scarf, and sweater, and the fact that some ppl actually like it too…
but not now, I’m just not such a happy person at the time being…
I hate not knowing the WHYs… I hate thinking that “I am… ” just like that… I hate this feeling of vulnerability all the sudden…
I have so many names in my life, I wanna mention everything I remember.. for someday, I will be grateful [just like now] for knowing each one of em… even if it was for just a quick tour or a chat over a drink…
I wanna feel like I connect, it helps me through this unhappy flu…
names of my life… in no particular order.. just the order of my memory-neuro messages arrival…
so very bad and good memories with each of these names… I envy myself for knowing them, even the ones that were nothing but bittereness… I’m not I can remember all.. but..
zeid, maad, radwan, bashar, may, zena, bashar, dimah, sarah, bero, yaser, ayman, rami, basel, sandi, ania, anna, tsouler, jonas, jon, dan, audrey, sophie, ihsan, sinan, nuha, ghalia, sara, amr, lama, dora, hamdi, nazih, sarar, maha, lujain, faustin, josef, muhammed, alaa, may, kinda, susu, yara, bassam, hassan, tammam, hassan, muhammed, waheeb, ziad, khdr, fattoum, hala, humam, hussam, manal, mustafa, tsuzuki, daichi, lena, hiba, reem, may, ann, daniel, danial, roba, issa, shadi, hasan, fadi, lubna, ali, ola, alaa, karam, iyas, giacomo……………………………………
I know this post isn’t even near being coherent, and it isn’t even near being, it doesn’t have to, just as U don’t have to read it… The point is that I wanted to make myself feel better, I need that… even worse, I WANT THAT!
some ppl actually think that I’m a a hydrophobic anti-regulations wild someone… some actually introduce me as a rebel…. I’m not, I’m actually one of the most regulated ppl I’ve ever seen… I’m not against Law, never was, never will be… When “life” wants to dis-order stuff, there’s a billion ways to do it, She doesn’t need our help… I even doubt that we can offer any…
“Ya rait, int w ana bel bayt, shi bayt ab3ad bayt, ya rait”
Fairouz – Ya Rait… how thankful should I be, to be able to feel this outragoues gracefulness and geniusness of the “Fairouz Phenomenon”…
On a broader level, being an individual human means in core that I’m the ONE AND ONLY carrier of BILLIONS AND BILLIONS of years of development and selection and mutations and catastrophies and coincidences that all gather up to form this one and ONLY DNA structure… all these ppl and creatures before me have managed to survive and pass me a part of their DNA, my ancestors going back to the first mammel that roamed this earth, to the first Shrew… all of these organisms have done their share to the world… and I am the product of 15 billion years following the great explosion… I am the direct product of that great explosion, the same one that’s responsible for this very “unique” universe…
Ana meen, w enta meen, ya ne7na almensyeen” Fairouz – Ya 2lby la tet3eb 2alabak.