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It's midnight here in the Potato Land…also known as PE-fucking-I.

I have never hated a place as much as I hate this place. But I'm not gonna be writing about it… not because many people from PEI read my blog…because honestly I don't give a dead rat's ass about many…well..most….hmm..all of them…just I don't want to ruin the moment of enlightenment that I'm having now… sitting in my living room…sipping tea, smoking my last Davidoff cigar and listening to the great Syrian singer Lena Chamamian….candles on and cell phone off.

The school term is about to end, my family has been nagging to go home for a visit this summer but I have made a decision that the next time I pack my stuff in PEI…it should be with no return that means, a year from now. The plan was to finish by the end of this year; however, a slight unanticipated change caused me an extra 4 months of stay on the island.

I'm looking for a job, because I'm not taking many summer courses and I fear that having some extra free time in here with nothing to do might drive me crazy, so I want to make sure I stay sane. Plus, some extra cash is always good to have especially that I might be going to Miami later on this summer on a road trip from Montreal.

The weather is getting nicer and today was one of the warmest this year. It looks like it's gonna be a hell of a summer in here. Humidity is worse than snow for me. All that thanks to global warming, the topic that I have to write a report on, submit and present on Thursday. I still have the ideas but no writing whatsoever. I'm gonna be swamped tomorrow with work. I've come to discover that time management is not one of my traits. I can only work under pressure. I had 2 month to write this report and I will be writing in one day, the very last day! It's not a good thing but I have to feel that I'm pressured so I can get myself together and do some serious work, as long as I have the ideas.

For a while on this island, I never met any Syrians, and then I met the money-worshipper/cheap landlord who happens to be of Syrian origins. But that was it, I had met no more Syrians…However, just very recently, I have met so many of them, all at once, and the weird thing is that all of them are from one part of Syria…while they say they are from Damascus, but they are from a town 40 minutes far from Damascus called Qatana…there is literally no Syrians that I've met in here who are not from Qatana. Of course the weird thing is that they are not relatives, I would understand if they were have blood relation of some kind cuz that would explain why they migrated from the same town. Anyway, a friend of mine who lives in Montreal told me, when I first told her that I would be going to PEI, that it was like Qatana. At that time, I thought she meant size and population wise…but apparently…she meant demographic wise.
One of my very best friends that I once had was from Qatana, but she was born and raised in Cyprus. I'm starting to think that Qatana has been left empty and nobody lives in there!

I salute whoever reached this far in reading. I wouldn't read what I wrote, simply because it has no sense, no idea, no nothing….just words from here and there. I just felt like talking and I'd already visited most of the blogs that I read and left irrelevant comments but that didn't quench my desire for blabbing…. So I ended up writing this nonsense that you just enjoyed.

T3eesho w taklo ghairha…please visit more often ;p



Ok...I'm editing the post because i felt sorry for you guys...I want to compensate you...and the best I could offer is a photo I took an hour ago in my living room....maybe it will help you get a sense of the settings I have in the room:

click to enlarge and maybe get the scent

Cheating death...

Few years ago, my best friend, Wael, a 30 year-old civil pilot at the Syrian Airlines and a father of a beautiful girl, went to a hospital in Damascus to have his appendix removed, he ended up in the ICU for few days and several emergency surgeries were done on him because of a doctor's fault. All the surgeries came with even worse results. Few days later, the doctors announced that he was a hopeless case and that they would be surprised if he lived until the morning after. His father, younger brother Alaa, mother, and sisters couldn't accept that news. They got hysterical; how come one of the simplest surgeries ever results in death. They made few calls and in a couple of hours, an ambulance that carried Wael was speeding on the way to Beirut. More hours later, Wael was resurrected at the AUB hospital. At the time that he should be dead as per the doctors who operated on him in Damascus, he was stable and started to get better.

Wael has almost been back to normal ever since. With the exceptions of some minor issues and set backs, he is very good for someone who has been through all that. His family was saved from a tremendous grief. With their persistence and faith, they cheated death.

Just few minutes ago, I got this message from a friend of mine :

"j'ai la tristess pour t' nnouncer le mourir du frere de Wael Sasa ;Alaa le 13 mars en raison d'operation de son nez"

It reads:

"I'm saddened to announce the death of Wael's brother, Alaa, on the 13th of March during a nasal surgery"

I had to read it over and over…I couldn't believe it. I called Wael, nobody answered. I called the friend who e-mailed me. He told me what had happened, he told me the story of Alaa:

2 months ago, Alaa, a 22 years-old super nice youngman that I know so well, finished his military service and was about to start his life.

2 weeks ago, he started working in some company and was very happy….his life started to have a meaning.

2 days ago, he went to the hospital to have a minor surgery that is done millions of times a day; a Nasal Septal Deviation (in7eeraf wateera). He never left the hospital alive! He died after a multiplications caused by the anesthesia.

He left home…kissed his mom and dad and told them that he would be back for dinner, he asked his mom to cook his favorite dish. He left ...... but never returned. They never saw him alive again, never heard his voice and never saw his smile.

That family never cheated the death. The death was playing with them and caught them off guarded at a moment when everything seemed to be working out just fine for everybody in this family. The death claimed the life of the youngest member in this family reminding them and everyone else that no matter how young or old, no matter how healthy or sick…there is no guarantee that we will return once we leave our home in the morning.

I feel so angry…and very sad. Alaa is gone, now he feels and sees nothing; he is now resting in peace and calmness….so much unlike his family!

Sex vs. Masturbation

I always thought that sex completely occupies the heads of the people from the east because of the social/religious restrictions. Well, I guess that had nothing to do with any restrictions, as having lived in a different culture where getting sex is as easy sometimes as getting a drink I could see that it still occupies and drives the behavior of people, just in a different way. It's not the restrictions that empower and magnify it…

It's all about the instinct.

I always said that having sex is just like drinking sea water when we are thirsty, it just gets us more thirsty and in need to more water. Now, we have the instinct…and god gave us hands…so why the hassle about sex? If we wanna go through the headache, problems, and concerns regarding sexual intercourse; we will definitely stop thinking about sex….for few minutes at least, before we shift back to our horny nature as males…

I'm writing a list to compare between sex and masturbation ….notable that by sex I mean meaningless sex, not with the loved one…just random sex with a sex partner, one night stands, casual sex or "friend with benefit"….

Economic aspects:

• Unlike sex, you don't have to invite yourself over dinner or even to the movies when you want to pleasure yourself.
• When you pleasure yourself, you don't need to buy contraceptive materials including emergency pills in case she forgets hers and things get out of hand….

Physical aspects:

• A man needs an average of 2 minutes or 3 top to climax while a woman needs a minimum average of 10 to 15 minutes to climax (if she ever will)... So basically, when sex, you have to spend an extra 12 minutes of physical action just to return the favor for a pleasure that you only need 2 minutes to reach when you are alone.
• You don't need foreplay if you are doing your homework alone, foreplay helps women orgasm. We don't need it, we are easy to satisfy!
• When you are alone, you can go do whatever you were doing the moment you finish, you don't have to lie down next to anybody, cuddle, or snuggle or just stay there….women are so demanding.
• When you are working on your own, it's ok to fantasize that it's Nicole Kidman that you are with, while that is really not ok when you actually have someone with you.
• When masturbating, you don't even have to be in shape, worry about your physique or pay a gym membership to workout (should go to the economic aspects as well)…cuz the only one who is seeing you naked…is YOU!
• With masturbation, no worries about STDs. You won't catch anything that you don't already have

After all what I have listed and plenty more, do you still think that sex is driving you crazy? Wake up buddy! If you are not in a loving relationship….don't over-rate sex...and you might wanna consider using the power of your hands.

Why I'm writing this post…I have no fucking idea….I just watched a movie called Shortbus and it triggered me....among other things!