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23/07/2006 Mish Nages...Because of all the mixd feelings that you keep on having, it gets you so mad that you just stand up and shout (ANA MISH NAGGGGEEESSSSSS!@#!~) With a Jordanian Accent that is
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16/07/2006 Question...A while ago, a friend of mine sent me a written document by an Israeli woman, the document title was "What it means to be Jew"...
It was a 4 pages long, wasn't that hard to read, the woman was trying to express her self, talking about facts and history from the eyes of someone who is Jewish, it explained how Israel immerged from a "desert" to be one of the leading and most successful countries in many fields, like science, technology, and most important, military and advanced weapon development
I was asked not to judge the document, or the person who wrote it...
I didn't...
Time passes by, and I wake up one day watching the news with my father, there's a war between Israel and Lebanon...
The more I see the news, the more this question gets louder and louder in my head...
With all their strength, with all their power, with all the technology and super advanced crap they have, why do they insist on shooting civilians? it's understandable that they're in a state of war, it's understandable that loses are going to happen no matter what, but why make the "main" target, civilians? 03/07/2006 A day...Damn, I'm late... I better hurry...
a fast shower to kill the numbness, a tired look at the clothes I have ready to wear, I put on my clothes while singing a random morning song, it helps me take my mind off any depressing thoughts, a quick review for the things I have to finish today, a double chick on my wallet, cell phone, a final look at the mirror, holding my laptop on my shoulder, I'm all set... let's get going already...
a taxi driver sharing his childhood dreams, an offer for a cigarette, "no thanks, I don't smoke", the story goes on, my mind starts to focus less on the tale, and images of the things I need to do starts flashing again, damn it, this one task is a week old, I'm sure Yazan is going to kill me, I better finish it for him today...
ahh... finally, work, heading to my desk while throwing the early greetings around, some times I never make it to the desk, an argument starts some where between people fighting over my services, where it usually ends with "send me a ticket" solving the issue, I fight my way back to the desk, looking into my e-mails, my tasks, my tickets, a deep sigh, my day is officially starting from this moment...
a server is restarting somewhere, a cable is disconnecting somewhere else, a new e-mail is waiting, a phone call is ringing, random people visiting my desk, some for a laugh, some don't know what a ticket mean, another song is being played, sending it over MSN to random people on my list, day is done, throwing good nights here and there... people rush out of the office, it's getting more quite now, Rami is still staring into the screen, I wonder if he's going to stay late again today...
I'm home, it's late, "nah... I got some time for reading", I pick the story I bought, remembering the events where I last laid the book down, the separation begin, I sense no one, it's me and the book, reading till my eyes can read no more, I lay the book down, going through the major events I went through, I sleep...
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