People had tears in their eyes when they first saw him (my sister was one of them). It's been 25 years since he last came here.
Yes. You heard me well. A quarter of a century.
One of those people who devoted their lives for a cause: the freedom and independence of his country. Respect.
A true revolutionary. Listed by his enemies on top of their assassination list. They tried to kill him numerous times. And they failed.
I was so happy to see him about one month ago in Jordan. When we separated, I asked myself if I would ever see him again. How many occasions could possibly come up? Not too many. If not at all.
A month later, my mother tells me that he's here. Waw.
He had left the country for some political reasons and came back, 25 years later, for the purpose of his good old memories. One of his first destinations: the American University of Beirut. Where the whole journey started.
This man who can barely hear (because of his enemies' determination to have him killed) has an ocean of feelings and memories inside. He's been to some places.
He has made history for himself, his family and his country. There are not many men like him around. He deserves a 24 hour standing ovation. It's my honor to be related to him.
I'll see you soon Bassam.
Independence and prosperity to the Palestinian people. Your lifetime cause.
Peace on earth.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
The White Shirt: A Global Flirting Technique
Hey. Read this. It’s not just you. It’s millions and millions of other guys out there.
I’m not writing this to offend anyone. I’m writing it as a fashion fact. It’s been like this for years and it will remain forever.
Why? Because the white color will always be there.
Again why? Because your tan will always look nicer when you’re wearing a white shirt.
I hang out in clubs at least twice a week. And lately it’s been like I have hundreds of waiters at my disposal. But not any bunch of waiters.
Nicely tanned waiters all wearing white shirts.
I wonder how people recognize each other. Clubs are usually dark (It’s universal). So tell me. How can I locate my friend who’s tanned and wearing a white shirt when he’s there among so many others looking just the same?
Worse? We cannot call each other. How can we? When the music is usually so loud in clubs? (It’s universal)
Here’s a suggestion: guys should start writing their names on their backs. Just like sports jerseys. Why not? That could be the next big trend.
Did I just give you a business idea? Sigh. I should have kept it to myself.
Guys. Honestly. When you’re tanned and wearing a white shirt, it's obvious.
You wana show your tan: I would call it a “tan show-off”.
And just knowing that you’re doing it on purpose: is unattractive!
Have you ever heard the song Kitty Kat Shirt by Plain White T’s? It says:
“look at the boy in the kitty kat shirt,
he might be good looking, but he still can't flirt.
There are so many other ways to flirt. I’m not claiming I’m the expert here, but still I don’t wear a white shirt to show my tan as I don’t smoke a cigar to have a silicon girl as a date. (Refer to the article “A Silicon World – A Bit of Nonsense” http://otherendofsunrise.blogspot.com/2007/06/silicon-world-bit-of-nonsense.html)
Oh, wait, some people are gona be calling me after reading this. It happened before.
I’m not writing this to offend anyone. I’m writing it as a fashion fact. It’s been like this for years and it will remain forever.
Why? Because the white color will always be there.
Again why? Because your tan will always look nicer when you’re wearing a white shirt.
I hang out in clubs at least twice a week. And lately it’s been like I have hundreds of waiters at my disposal. But not any bunch of waiters.
Nicely tanned waiters all wearing white shirts.
I wonder how people recognize each other. Clubs are usually dark (It’s universal). So tell me. How can I locate my friend who’s tanned and wearing a white shirt when he’s there among so many others looking just the same?
Worse? We cannot call each other. How can we? When the music is usually so loud in clubs? (It’s universal)
Here’s a suggestion: guys should start writing their names on their backs. Just like sports jerseys. Why not? That could be the next big trend.
Did I just give you a business idea? Sigh. I should have kept it to myself.
Guys. Honestly. When you’re tanned and wearing a white shirt, it's obvious.
You wana show your tan: I would call it a “tan show-off”.
And just knowing that you’re doing it on purpose: is unattractive!
Have you ever heard the song Kitty Kat Shirt by Plain White T’s? It says:
“look at the boy in the kitty kat shirt,
he might be good looking, but he still can't flirt.
There are so many other ways to flirt. I’m not claiming I’m the expert here, but still I don’t wear a white shirt to show my tan as I don’t smoke a cigar to have a silicon girl as a date. (Refer to the article “A Silicon World – A Bit of Nonsense” http://otherendofsunrise.blogspot.com/2007/06/silicon-world-bit-of-nonsense.html)
Oh, wait, some people are gona be calling me after reading this. It happened before.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
It's a Birthday
One of the cutest things ever. The name: Tony. The height: about half a meter. The love condition: unconditioned love.
The relationship: my second nephew (after Chafic).
Tantouno,
Happy birthday buddy (his first). Hope I'll live long to see how such a beautiful little baby would turn into an old handsome man.
I guess you already know that I was attending a franchising seminar for the last few days. Yes. I'm still around. Finally now I'll be around everyday. Until God decides otherwise. But I guess he likes me. I've been behaving lately.
With 200 hundred emails to reply to, I will have to excuse myself. I will see you tomorrow with something longer and definitely more interesting. But what could be more interesting than wishing my nephew a happy birthday?
Guys, wherever you are,
Peace.
I love Tantouno and Chafico.
The relationship: my second nephew (after Chafic).
Tantouno,
Happy birthday buddy (his first). Hope I'll live long to see how such a beautiful little baby would turn into an old handsome man.
I guess you already know that I was attending a franchising seminar for the last few days. Yes. I'm still around. Finally now I'll be around everyday. Until God decides otherwise. But I guess he likes me. I've been behaving lately.
With 200 hundred emails to reply to, I will have to excuse myself. I will see you tomorrow with something longer and definitely more interesting. But what could be more interesting than wishing my nephew a happy birthday?
Guys, wherever you are,
Peace.
I love Tantouno and Chafico.
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