I Believe in Ghosts

I think everyone passed by that deserted old house with the broken windows and the beat down shutters and imagined that maybe it was haunted, maybe if we got too close we’d hear weird sounds. There were always the weird scratching sounds outside our windows when we’re home alone at night. Once, I went around the house holding this really huge torch because I was confused we had intruders and (as if) I was going to hit him on the head with it. We’ve all seen ghost movies going from Casper and ghost busters to movies like darkness falls, the ring, Gothika, and the grudge (that one was way too creepy to consider watching its sequel). I am also a huge fan of horror stories that happen to include ghosts or something like them almost all the time. I don’t believe in ghosts in the sense of all the above, that’s just entertainment and mind tricks. The ghosts I believe in are different.

The Personal National Project

It seems that we’ve all been looking for a cause lately. We’ve been cooped up for so long that it seems only natural to want to get out there and do something for the sake of the country and for our sakes as well. We’re thirsty for that sense of achievement; doing something for the sake of doing something, achieving it and succeeding. Who can blame us? After all, we’ve had a revolution and we actually did what we set out to do. To have our own baby project, wouldn’t that be something?

Simple Pleasures

I went to visit a friend for advice, and he is a really good advisor. It was more career advice but ended up being a series of sessions about life, the universe, and everything. thankfully, we did not come up with the number 42 anywhere in our conversations. He asked me a question on our first session, and I literally COULD NOT answer no matter how hard I tried. The question was, “what do you feel like doing right now?”

Fahrenheit 451–Reality Imitating Fiction

I haven’t written a book review in forever, nor was I ever good at writing book reviews even though I’m an avid reader. The first time I read Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, I was a kid; it was a translated pocket book edition. I remember liking it and thinking it was so very weird. It didn’t make sense to me then, but then I was only a kid with pigtails and could not grasp where the world was going. Earlier this year, a 50^th anniversary edition of the book was released and I could not help but buy it. I’m not a fan of rereading something but all I could say is that “it called to me”.

NOT Rediscovering Silence!

At a time in my life, I had discovered silence. Talk was way too cheap to matter anymore. Anything anyone said was a bunch of complaints about life, traffic, culture, art, work, family, expenses, the country, the world, the hungry children in Mozambique, and so on and so forth. We went from one negative circle to another. People were actually afraid to tell anyone any good news because since bad news was everywhere, they’ll probably get envied, then jinxed, and thus would never be happy again. So I decided first not to talk, then not to listen.

My Life’s Soundtrack–All Bon Jovi All the Time!

I tell my friends that I can make a soundtrack for my life using only Bon Jovi songs. One of them dared me to tell her that soundtrack, and so I am telling her and the rest of the world how Bon Jovi’s songs can tell my life’s story:

Letters of a Sleep Deprived Person

1 May 2011, 09:29 AM

Dear Sleep,
Toz fi 7adretak, who needs you, if you think I’ll hang around waiting for you, you’re dreaming, and if you think that I’m upset because you come and go very quickly then you’re jut being stupid. You’re as important as vermin and I will move on with my life and live it to the max. in the end, you’ll come whether you like it or not when I take my allergy medicine and then let’s see you complain sucker!!!
Yours truly,
A sleep deprived Dina

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3 May 2011, 10:46 PM

Dear Sleep,
let's call a truce; I'll go to sleep now and will wait for you to come. When you do, please come alone, you don’t have to bring the dreams along, and don't leave too early.. I promise I'll stop calling you names!
Sincerely yours,
An exhausted and sleep deprived Dina

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