good night

it's been a year since i started this blog. one year. talk about commitment!

anyway, this is going to be the last post on this blog. I feel that I have nothing more to say here. I would like to move on and take a bow. it feels somehow like a lot of baggage you know?

I was planning this before the war started, but then the war started, and I couldn't just shut up. and then I forgot about it. and lately it's been on my mind. so.

having said that, i'm not leaving completely, so dont get too excited. i'm definitely going to be reading you, and passionately (sometimes nicely) commenting on what you have to say.

i'm also thinking of starting another blog. mostly photos, and a maybe few words here and there. so i'll be around. just on another spot, and in a different format. and anyway, who knows what happens, right? why does this suddenly feel like i'm trying to break up nicely with you guys? well, i'm not. maybe i am. anyway, khalas, it's over!

it's been great. really.
thanks for reading and commenting and for making this page so hard to part with.

one more thing. live that moment. you know, the one that makes you happy. the one that makes your seemingly hopeless exhausting pointless life worth living. dont just refuse it because it's too inconvenient or impractical or whatever. if it makes you happy, it cant be that bad, right?

shit this is not easy at all.

tayyeb.

bye now.

lucid

powered by ODEO

(Five String Serenade/Mazzy Star/So Tonight that I Might See)

die

we had another arguement last night. it was clear that we can no longer co-exist.
I could not understand how or why she continues to behave in this way.
I felt that she was weak and pathetic and that having her in my life will only make things worse.
I felt bad for her but at the same time I have had enough of her childish fits and stupid aspirations.
there was only one thing left to do.

under the influence

(Wonderland/Sol Seppy/The Bells of 1 2)

silence

very very boring post.

so I'm back in Boston and for all I know the temperature is 17 celsius. + 1 7. I know it's lame to talk about the weather, but it's January. and I'm in Boston. Last year in January when I was in Montreal and the temperature was -17 we used to think that it's somehow mild for January but we'll live with it. Now it's actually hot and you can't wear a jacket even if you want to. I need winter and snow and I want to wear my scarves and hats. I lived in canada for 5 yrs for god's sake, this is not good for me.

but anyway, putting me aside, this is bad. i really think more people should take the two words 'global' and 'warming' a bit more seriously. sorry for boring you, but we need to consciously start working on ourselves and try to stop destroying this place. but what else can we expect from ourselves when we do so much injustice to one another all too gracefully.

what you can do at home

what you can do at work

what you can do on the road

pic: it actually did snow once this past fall, on December 4th.thankfully i documented it and so I'm still very hopeful that it will be happening again very soon.

leaving

with bits and pieces of you all.
I'll miss you.

moleskine

I passed by the narrow streets today like I've done a thousand times before but never like today.

' I sat beside you and became myself'

I was thinking. ma fee de3eh.
You are my plan B and I am your community service.
I'll meet you halfway.
It's quiet and cozy in here and how pathetic was what you just said.

lets make one more stop. and maybe one more.
I have you on video.

we're out of cigarettes and you look nice tonight.
we're like stupid teenagers and the barman is worried and there's no other place I'd rather be.

I'm leaving in the morning but you're the one who's leaving first.

that day of your year and that day of my year happened to be on the same day of the year how awesome is that.


I was with you this morning as you put on your fake smile and drifted into comfortable numbness. could it get any fucking lonelier?

drop everything. grab your bags. and your bookstamp and your corkscrews and come live with me.


(pic: Bterram- ElKoura, Lebanon)