There are two
fishes sitting on my
desk, watching me type and listening to the song "Gabriel" playing stupidly in the background. There are two fishes sitting at my desk, victims which I have successfully hidden in my bag and fishnapped to my place away from Lama''s bedroom. There are two fishes named Dala and Nemo, which have decided to keep me company for the night.
I woke up today -or should I say woken up, to be more specific- and was brought heavily down once I stepped out on the balcony and bumped into the terrible
heat of July. In such a heat, I tend to become equally hidious with a decreased patience and diplomatic skills. Some people find it weird though, especially that I was born in August, they think I should opt for summer... But I just don''t. Proof is, it has been almost a month since I''ve last been to the beach. I can''t stand this time of year''s heat and I just start aching for rain. Nemo agrees, eventhough he''s sea-oriented... He says down where he comes from, water is cool and fishes can tan topless without getting burnt. Dala however is still appologizing for her mother''s behavior, knowing it was her I was hinting about as my morning call.
I have a confession to make... Two nights ago I published a note saying I''m not really looking
forward to any of the countdowns I''ve set. However, I''ve lied... I think I''m looking forward to at least some of these countdowns even if I''m not really counting anymore. So here was my confession... The two fishes are satisfied now as their curious eyes sparkle with other demands.
There are two fishes sitting on my desk, the way they sat in my car this evening. I drove home with both front windows opened and music playing loudly. My hair was
flying and my nose-tip was cold... just like some people who insisted on driving at the left side of the road... The
blinking lights of the Picanto wouldn''t annoy them enough to move... till I energetically start using the horn. Ahhh finally, they feel kind enough to move.
Electricity is on and the generator is off. Good news, means I won''t wake up sweating in the middle of the night, unless I encounter a very pleasant nightmare. My room faces the Casino Du Liban bay and the hills that peacefully bathe in the glittery sea water. So ironically, these hills are always lit, especially when I''m miserably stuck in a blackout. However tonight, the power is off there and the water is no longer glittery. But there''s one moving light, it''s not too strong yet visible enough for the naked eye to see. I wonder what it is... It could be a simple car moving on the highway... But it''s blinking, so it might be one of an airplane leaving these territories (lucky bastards!)... But my favorite option is the one where that moving blinking light is that of a flying saucer carrying some action on board, going to Nahr El Berid to suck all the freaks up and fly back with them to Mars... one way ticket!
As I try to attribute the previous light, I''m remembering one specific teacher whom tutored me for only one trimester... Eventhough we weren''t all that aquainted with her, I felt as if I knew her since a very long time and knew many things about her. Her eyes communicated more than any other teacher''s lessons, and her smile was purely genuine. We weren''t close by any way, yet this person somehow managed, indirectly, to inspire me! For this person... I say thank you.
(07/23/07- 12:23 am- Lebanon)
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