The Attack

In a pre-dawn raid, Israeli warplanes destroyed two neighboring houses in Nabatiyeh, which is 16 miles north of Bint Jbail and has been heavily bombarded in the past few days.
In one house, a man and his wife and their son were killed, said the couple's daughter, Shireen Hamza, who survived. Three men died in the other house, she said.
While buried under the rubble for 15 minutes, "I just kept screaming, telling my parents to stay alive until help comes," she said. "My father kept saying to me in a weak voice, 'Shireen, stay awake. Don't sleep.'"

All for what? One soldier? Twenty people? Many more? Is this how to take revenge, to solve problems? Who's the "genius" running their country?

*Editor's Note: I originally started this post when the war started but I did not want to post because it may have been biased. NOT anymore. May Bush and Olmert rot in hell.

Looking for Answers

Last night my head nearly exploded trying to figure out what the name of the song was that kept running over and over again through my head. I didn't even know the lyrics so much as the tune. And one piece of information that I had was that it is from the soundtrack of some movie. It wasn't much to go on, but enough for me to scroll through every single possible website that would give me the answer.

This kind of reminds me of a certain postcard...


This is interesting because you would think a person (like myself) is enough of a computer junkie and stuck in their own world that they couldn't just ask a normal human being for something or just get a life.

Well, it's sort of true.

But sometimes you can't just walk upto somebody and ask those pressing questions that could get you strange looks, or just follow up questions that you aren't ready to answer. No, it's nothing perverted that I'm talking about (I'm sure somebody thought that by now...you get a mean glare from me).

It's just so relaxing to learn about an issue or event or problem on your own time, and on your own terms, as much as you want and as deep as you want to without having to follow some structured outline in class or hear something that may be filtered through a friend.

And ok, the wierdest thing that could happen is that you suddenly find yourself trying to find the answer to the most philosophical question that could never possibly be answered online, but yet for some reason you keep searching...because just sometimes there really is nobody to ask.

Frustrations

"Separately, Israel escalated its Gaza assault, dropping a quarter-ton bomb on a home before dawn to try to assassinate top Hamas fugitives. Palestinian hospital officials said the blast killed nine members of a family — seven children and two parents." ---Yahoo News

I only ask, is it necessary to try to kill a fly with a hammer, totally miss the target and kill innocent people instead (sound familiar Olmert)?

The leaders of both sides, Israel and Palestine, need to change tactics because getting radical doesn't mean you are getting progressive. Radical means backwards and that is where everything is heading with the way events are leading.

And I am especially frustrated with the way this (U.S.) administration is trying to handle it. Basically give everybody a slap on the wrist and hope for the best. Either they stop getting involved in these people's affairs or just settle it the right way and finish it. Meddling creates a whole other slew of complications.

Zidane Headbutt

It's interesting what you can find out by working in retail. Apparently I met an Italian family and a half-Frenchman, so I got to hear from both sides of the fence.

I was helping a woman with a strong Italian accent find the right sized shirt and then proceeded to check them out for her. After asking her where she was from, I lit up and exclaimed, "Ohhh, you all have won this year's World Cup!" She smiled a bit and said, "Yes it is true and that after quite some time we (well actually they) deserve to win it. It's been awhile." After that she and her very cute Italian kids and grandma left the store. I seriously could not figure out if they were speaking in French or Spanish, because Italian sounds sooo much like a combination of the two...but I digress.

Later on into the afternoon, I overheard another customer at the cash-wrap booming out in an accented voice that was eager to let out his story to anybody who would listen: "Do you follow the World Cup?"

Of course, he asked an American and he replied no (what do you expect?). Curious, I stopped and listened to him continue, "You know I'm half French and my father was at that game between France and Italy. Italy won unfortunately, but it was a good game."

This of course, as anybody would know me, got me very excited and I jumped right in and said, "Yes, I heard about Zidane and how he head-butted that Italian player."

This guy whipped around and smiled and said, "You know, my father was in the stands, and I am half-French by the way, he saw the whole thing. You see, you couldn't view it from the television camera, but from my father's angle he saw the whole thing."

"Well what happened?" I asked

"The Italian player was all over Zidane the entire game, he was very aggressive. But you know, he was also yelling out a lot of racial slurs at the same time. Have you been following the stories behind this game, with the coach from Spain and all?"

"Oh yeah, I heard about this problem, it's becoming a big issue and all," I replied.

"Well, from my father's view, he saw that during the break the Italian player had actually twisted Zidane's nipple and said something that made him angry and you know Zidane is a very cool guy, but he lost it after that moment."

"Oh really? He twisted his nipple?" I raised my eyebrow at this one.

"Oh yes, he twisted his nipple. Zidane is very admirable, very modest you know. He wouldn't say to the press why he did what he did but kept it to himself."

At this point I had to run to attend to another customer, but after coming home I saw this video and it's TRUE. Well, at least it looks like it. Hey, he said his father was there to see the whole thing...and he's half French, so it MUST be true, right? At least it is worth a chuckle.

Umm, what am I supposed to title this?

I am so sleepy, yet I always manage to find some form of chocolate to keep me awake. Or caffeine.

It is 2:30 am right now in case you haven't noticed. That's ok. I haven't really noticed either.

I hope Portugal wins tomorrow...at least I will be able to ogle C. Ronaldo. There are very very few men I like to ogle and he is one of them.

I have no idea who I would vote for in Italy vs. France. Probably the team that is losing...that's how I usually work.

But I won't get to watch it due to work (why do they schedule me during that specific time frame? No really, why?)

It's about time I watch another Mira Nair film. I'm in that kind of mood.

I saw Paradise Now and it was....interesting. I really wasn't moved. I mean I was, but at the same time I wasn't. What happened in the end wasn't about the movement in my opinion, it was more of a personal agenda. Some kind of internal/external conflict. But aren't they all? No more said, I think I'm forgetting what actually happened.

Did I mention it's kind of late?

A movie I seriously have enjoyed is American Chai. Because it reminds me of my visits to Maryland and alot of the cousins on my dad's side. It's kind of weird because I had this weird sense of familiarity when I watched the video and wondered if I knew some of these characters in the film. Then I realized they were normal people. Oh. It's been a long time actually (this paragraph makes sense to only me...that was my disclaimer).

I also miss seeing green. You know when you are really close to something but not quite there? Well, it's very green here in northern Kansas. Not yet foresty, but green. The south is the dry desert, no mistake. I'm sick of it.

Is there ever a point in your life that you feel that all control is lost? You have a plan but somehow things aren't working anymore. Or that your plan is finished and now you are left hanging. Or that you had a plan and it is completed and your new one doesn't exist that's why everything is going haywire. Yeah me too.

I miss those cozy midnight hours where I could talk to my friends until 3 in the morning about absolutely nothing. Of course, that happens in the dorms, not in your apartment where you are stuck typing random crazy shiznit to yourself and hope nobody suspects that you are on something (I swear I am not it just seems like it....no....really).

And now I realized that this is my *public* blog. Well enjoy this little glimpse into my head while I'm most vulnerable (and bored).

I'm going to bed....so when Portugal might lose (oh dear God please spare them...but let the best team win. I guess.) I will at least not go beserk by lack of sleep.

Good night and Khudaaaaaaaa Hafiz.

Del pita pita del

Did you really think I could only share one?
Ahh Bollywood...nothing like a desi accent to cut the tension.

Peugeot 206 Commercial

I am upset about the upset in Brazil vs. France. I just blinked and the score changed. Well, at least this put me in a better mood...turning crap into something innovative.