Do you want to know what a decent, nice fellow's nature truly is (away from all the sweet talk he gives you in daily life)?
Accidently overhear a discussion, you weren't supposed to hear, between him and another male friend about "marking points" and "scoring" with women.
totally repulsive....
There was a big storm this morning. A door slammed and I woke up, startled. For a moment there, and although not totally awake yet, I was convinced that a new bomb detonated in the neighborhood. The truth is I felt on the verge of hysterical crying, for I just couldn’t take another bombing in the country! (Between you and me, I’ve recently decided that Lebanese people are a lost case khalas & I don’t feel at home here ba2a). A little by little, the details of last night’s dream started to come back to me. There was indeed another bombing in my head, and in my dream, last night, I did weep hysterically.
Rima think i do not look happy anymore. I wonder where did she get this idea from.
I still sneak out to eat Vitamine C / Cal-C-vita as candies. I hope I'm not a lost case!
Symptom Checklist:
Weight gain (check)
Abdominal bloating (think so, don't care anyway)
Stress or anxiety (check and check)
Depression (oh sooo check!)
Crying spells (check and double check)
Mood swings, irritability or anger (CHECK!)
Appetite changes and food cravings (totally!!)
Trouble falling asleep (hmmm, no fine im ok there)
Headache (check)
Fatigue (check)
Trouble concentrating (check)
Social withdrawal (check)
Body temperature increase (maybe, shu 3arrafneh)
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I hate that time!! recommendation: stay away, ill probably make a mashkal wiz you.
and to "you": fine, stay away too whatever.
Virginia. et La misere.
all the while, they die again and again in Iraq.
who cares.
Don't answer that.
Last Night's Dreams
Yesterday I dreamt another explosion hit Beirut, and the victim this time was no other than… Tony Baroud. Now why on earth would I dream about Tony Baroud? I don’t even like the guy! And in the dream, his giraffe wife was standing before an ambulance, saying (bi ghandara): "Yi, thank God my husband jawzi habibi encouraged me to learn about first aids, yaaay, btetkhayalo!"
I kept thinking what, during the day before, triggered dreaming about Mr. Baroud. Hmmm, could it be the baroud itself? Then, I remembered I had been looking at a magazine with Carole Samaha on the cover, after which I said to my friend: "she's so pretty, can you believe she's 44?" (btw is she really 44?). Back in my mind, I was thinking: "tab why is she still single? Inno look at her! Jamel w meil w zaka w smalla 3leiha w 7waleiha", "is it because this dumb stupid person yalleh esmo baroud afandi broke her heart?" Mind you, I was this huge fan of Carole and I always hated what that sob did to her! (showing solidarity mish aktar :) ) But I didn’t know I hated the guy so much I had to kill him in my dream! That's some solidarity! Tab had I spoken to my friend about the plain thought that crossed my mind, would my subconscious mind still felt the urge of liberating this suppressed urge in a dream??
I also had tons of other weird dreams during that same night: there's this scene where I was eating a cake, prepared by my uncle's wife. It tasted like poison actually, and I was going on eating & feeling nauseated; meanwhile, watching my mom on TV: it seems she was a famous movie actress. Ba3d fi! Khabissa l 3adeh! Bass anyway, I forgot, w I want to go sleep anyway.. yalla later.
Labels: chitchat, dreams
