It takes two to Tango..

One of the reasons why I love music is that I can easily teleport myself somewhere else. These days Marcel Khalifeh is doing great job, he is helping me to escape...
I’m now in Paris, dancing in the streets on his "Tango", over a bridge may be alone... mm... No.
But that's a new story..

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Bohemian Rhapsody

Sometimes, like today, I open a word file in front of me and stare at the white page with a blank feeling that I want to translate into words, and of course I fail.

I’ve been asked if I’m stopping my blogging activity, and I am not. I am not stopping because my activity decided to stop on its own. Words do escape, seem so repetitive and boring; like increasing hollow black spaces on a white paper.

Yesterday was my first time to use a pen and paper for inspiration, and listen to radio in many years. Mmm.. Remember when we used to say, it’s been days, then months, now it’s years, such an easy way to put it. It’s been years. Hell yeah! It’s been years! And other years expected to come? I wonder how hollow these will be.

Yesterday I also discovered that I don’t have any rituals that cheer me up. Not a favorite place or favorite voice I’d like to listen to when I’m down. In fact, when I’m down I’d like to be left alone. I don’t want to talk or hear anybody’s voice, or see or know about anybody. Tell me, how many times do I have to say I hate pictures so pictures would leave me alone?.. how many time I need to say I hate life and living, so life would forget me finally?

Am I trapped?

Trapped in fear of going somewhere of no return or staying where I am where no way forward?

@Serag told me yesterday, we will always be trapped somewhere even in our own imaginations. True. But what if you don’t have imagination to be trapped to?

What should you do when you understand suddenly that the sky is just void, not a dream to go up to. When you finally realize you can’t really fly because of your weight and gravity and you can’t really dance because it is haram. Tell me, what should I do when I know I can’t really live a life I want because that’s the way it’s meant to be. Living miserable inside, no matter how I tried to cheer myself up, because I don’t have my own rituals, and I don’t have favorite place, song, or person. What should I do now, when I’m begging myself to feel better.. and left with a blank feeling in front of an empty paper?

Everything and everyone will soon disappear and go away, os why bother?

Why linger to a dying hope? And empty promises?

Sometimes like yesterday, when I stare at my empty page I wonder, what is the meaning of life?.. what’s the wisdom behind the fact that everything will end, die or disappear at the end?.. What is the trick that makes everything look not the way they really are?..

“There is no spoon” my friend.. though you might be the one who did create that one..

Sometimes, sometimes like yesterday I dream of escaping, to start somewhere new away from the blank page. And so I try to look for another blank page that might be inspiring this time.. but trapped to the fact.. it will be a similar, if not identical, one..

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#CairoSpeech history

A brief history about how the hashtag #CairoSpeech made it up to Twitter's trending topic during Obama's speech in Cairo.
A story how the whole thing started 2 days before ;)

1. 
   Lastoadri Lets us the hashtag #OinCai , to live blog and comment on Obama's speech in Cairo. What do you think Tweeters?! 02 Jun 2009 from web
2. 
   Kawdess @Lastoadri I think it's not clear enough. Maybe a simple #CairoSpeech? 02 Jun 2009 from web in reply to Lastoadri
3. 
   Lastoadri Lets use the hashtag #CairoSpeech for anything concerning Obama's speech in Cairo, next Thursday.. 02 Jun 2009 from web

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PS: I adore the butterfly effect ;)

http://twitter.com/Lastoadri/status/2001379652

http://twitter.com/Kawdess/status/2001398394

http://twitter.com/Lastoadri/status/2001502123

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New lessons added

Last two days I learned 3 lessons:

1. If you want something done, do it yourself.
2. Never cross post ideas..
3. To gain your manager's affliction.. Market yourself well!

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God bless all the martyrs

Sameh Habeeb
Gaza City, Gaza Strip, Palestine
I am Sameh A. Habeeb. I'm a Palestinian born and raised in Gaza. I'm 23 years old. I have a bachelor degree in English Language and Literature. I have worked in several different fields’ pre and post of my university studies for almost 5 years. I have worked as volunteer in civil societies where I practiced tasks to help people and educate children. I worked as News Producer and a Journalist at the Ramattan News Agency which is Regional Media facility based in Gaza and the Middle East.

I’ve read the above words on Sameh’s blog, while wondering.. He hasn’t blogged since 2 days.. where is he now? Is he alive? Or is it electricity outage that stopped him from accessing the internet? Or did Israeli’s manage to stop all forms of communication? Is he dead? Or flit somewhere to escape the bombs? Is it cold where he is? How can he bear the bombs all night? Can they sleep? Can they eat, drink or breathe?
He’s 23.. as old as I am.. with a bachelor degree.. as my studies degree.. he’s a news reporter.. as my dream..
I’m here typing my words of disbelief and pain, and he –God knows where.
I am sitting in my room eating a luxurious chocolate.. listening to music and pressing letters forming words.. my family sleeping in the other room.. the kitchen is 1 meter away.. and.. alone..

Sameh might not be the only one who disappeared under such conditions.. but above all I’m sure.. with all the prayers world wide.. He must not alone..

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