distance

eh alors?

hold me close to your heart

moving in

i think it's a conspiracy, even the weather's gloomy, it's grey and ready to explode. i thought that chopping off people's heads was something that we read in shakespearean novels and old engilsh william wallace books...what do you call such a person? someone who can hold a head of another human by the hair and cut off his head? is he a person to start with? i played all sorts of music to get out of this yellowish mood, i tried yoga and working on some leftover work from school...nothing...i looked at old photos, tried to relaugh at any old thought or memory...nothing...stealing someone's daily life is not a daily thing...you don't find it in simply any city around the world...going to the supermarket is a risk-taking "meshwar" in beirut...

ya ahla w sahla bi bayrout

color me badd

last saturday was an adventure. a useless one. i spent the whole day on the streets in a car with a friend of mine. we laughed about everything and nothing, almost had a monster work with colors on our hands and feet, had thai food and then at the end of the night, we had to wait for my cousin who was catching a "van" from the south. what a day!

my friend can make you laugh at any time of the day. you laugh at her laughing more than at what she's trying to say. she's a big bubble. she is looking for mr. right and only runs into misters wrong!

"you stare at me with an empty gaze
you turn your back on me and you search for more"