The Poster

Just as I was cleaning my desk drool, iI accidentally found an old poster of Rafik Hariri. it was torn on the edges,and a bit crumbled. i never knew it has been so long, since the last time i saw it.

I unwrapped the poster carefully, in order not to torn it more, and when i actually saw it, i was surprised ? is it really happening? is it 4 years already ?
i do not know why i m still talking about this old poster, the way Rafik Hariri was smiling reminded me of the Monalisa ,i know its a strange comparison, but the Monaliza smile was strongly appealing to me in Rafik Hariri’s features, the look of his eyes, the happy sad look of his lazy FEATURES made me realize today,that this man was not an ordinary man.
I can not imagine that a man who conquered the headlines for many years, could actually end up in a drool under papers and issues of old Annhaar.

Life is a bitch, i know it might sounds wrong in your head but, people are taking the risk of letting colors decide the destiny of out future, is it red or blue, is it yellow or green?
well, we have to wait and see,
Until then,i hope our future does not become like the poster, that ended up under my papers for many years torn and unwanted.

Define Friend ?

Its 9 pm, I’m watching another episode of Sex and the City, the living room is screaming for cleaning,I just got back from a 3 days vacation in Kuwait with my Family, so I always stay at home, after any traveling, to unpack, relax,and fresh’n up for University.

Its 9:01 still watching Sex and the City,its the episode where Carrie and Miranda have a big fight, and stay the whole after noon not talking together, which made them crazy, so they both decide to call the other and meet up in their favorite coffee shop to reconcile.
A whole after noon, what a long time, I wonder if this kind of Friendship exist on earth? I don’t think so, I have not had real Friends since EVER.
All my so called Friends were actually,people. just people who hung out in my apartment.
Some came and went peacefully,and others just loved to make a scene.!
Am 21 years old, I don’t have a real girlfriend like the one in Sex and the City.
THIS SHOW SEEMS REALISTIC, TALKING ABOUT PEOPLE FROM REAL WORLD,BUT WHERE ARE THESE POEPLE/?
Why is it hard to have 4 or even less young women to hangout every time they feel like it, to share a certain feeling or solve a problem?
Why is it hard to find this in the Real world, does this relationship between girl and a girl requires extensive research and mind games in order for it to succeed ?

Her name is Alaa, met her in collage, loved her, but hated what she has become, 29 hours a day this young lady spends with her boyfriend, and when I tried saying it to her, or at least complaining for not seeing her that often, she rejects me with a big No and says : if you have fallen in Love you would have understood.
What kind of Love is this, that makes you forget you Friends, a Friend that I shared a room with during a crisis, a Friend that i shared good and bad times whether during a storm or a really long article waiting to be written.
I really don’t get why when the guy shows up from the door the girl Friendship escapes from the window ?

I have convinced my self that what she was doing is ok,and being in love means giving up on your Friends and forgetting them.
Another Friend Name Rana which i talked about in another article made me ask this question, am i a bad Friends magnet ?

The Friend with the bad attitude, that likes me on SAT and hates me on SUN, another one never calls me unless she needs a favor, and the only thing she says in a message is : hi miss u wli…….
Carrie Bards-haw, the character in Sex and the City has a bad taste in men, she smokes, she hates her self most of the time and yet her taste in fashion or the way she smiles conquer any bad thought said about her.
Her Friends love her, anytime any where, weather she yells at them or tells them ; i hate you guys. they JUST love her when she is an Angel or a Bitch.
I believe in a Friend who knows every single flaw about me and yet still adores it, i believe in a Friend that tells me what to do, and do the opposite, because we ARE both crazy, i believe in a Friend that never closes her eyes at night, before she tells me about her day or what happened with that guy she dated.
I believe in a Friend in good time where we party,and get drunk till afternoon, and never care for any thing in the world, but to laugh, I believe in a Friend who respects how i think and shout at me when am wrong,and I believe in a Friend that is always near me when i need her at night or in the morning, but this Friend is still missing.

I have Friends who tell me that Am still immature because i still hit the club when Am down or when Am hungry for music. I have Friends who have Sex and yet lie about it and say : i don’t know what Masturbation is.

Well i think being mature has noting to do with clubbing or dancing. Its a matter of a lifestyle and organization of time.

Being successful in University, work and being able to distinguish between fun and your job are apparently not enough to be considered mature.
Am that person but just because i have a Friendly personality and i love dancing and music, some people still consider me immature, and unable to rise up from my childish act.
What a crazy world i never thought that people would change dramatically,and in an ugly way thinking that they woke up, and became mature.
its 9:41 p.m. and am still watching sex and the city.Miranada and carrie made up. but what about me ?
am I going to find Friends, or i must search for a Soulmate Friend ?