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    Яαgιи Яαvєи
    Cairo, Egypt
    Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
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Tapping at my chamber door



In 2008, I'll Get Me A Shotgun


I will also:
1. Yield. 
2. Get closer to God. 
3. Job hunt some more.
4. Get closer to my family.
5. Learn a new language.
6. Finish at least one screenplay.
7. Lose the extra weight.
8. Get a driver's license. I will not buy a car.
9. I will rule my world.
10. I will have my revenge.

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V for... hmm.


It sounded like the turn of a century. They pulled me out of a deep sleep with their off key beats and chaotic car horns.

Back in 1998, when our national team won the African Cup of Nations, I was a huge soccer fan. I lost interest.
Do they really deserve my attention and absolute loyalty?
I’d like to think not.
Oh well…

I know… I should be proud that we’ve won today, even if it was a narrow win. But for how long will we have to endure that narrow escape?

Ever noticed that the flag of Egypt only rises during international soccer matches? Ever noticed that only after winning a match (over an African adversary usually), that we hang our flags proudly out of our humble balconies?
When has soccer become our happiness scale?
Why do we base our political stand on soccer, strictly?
How do we find union in matches and why are we otherwise individuals?
Do we find nothing more important to cheer for, unite for?
Do you think that I whine a lot for no reason whatsoever?
Well…3ala ra2y a friend of mine… khally el Masreyeen yefra7o.

Wanna know a secret?
I slept through the whole thing…
But don’t tell anyone.
They’d probably hang me for treason.

Do we even deserve?

Do you want me to be proud?
Khalas khalas… I’m proud.
Now go pee around the bush and let me sleep.

Posted by Яαgιи Яαvєи on Sunday, February 10, 2008 at 2/10/2008 09:34:00 PM |

I love that you could a depressing comment even in such an occasion...

Dude, how do you do that?

But well, to be honest you are right, Egyptians, really find nothing else to unite for, sometimes even soccer, I mean in no time there will be Ahly And Zamalek Matches and some of the very same people who hugged yesterday will be killing one another...

Welcome to Egypt...

Posted by Blogger Unknown | 2/11/2008 11:28:00 AM  

My reply to this comment is probably going to be the theme of my next post.


This post sucks though, don't you think.

I need a vacation.

Posted by Blogger Яαgιи Яαvєи | 2/11/2008 07:30:00 PM  

there is a whole sleep-during-matches secret society going round! so don't worry, u have a place to belong!

Posted by Blogger insomniac | 2/11/2008 11:02:00 PM  

RR,

I wonder how depressing your next post is gonna be :P

Anyways, It doesn't suck, I know the whole world is still not pissed that we won the match, but you don't need to accomplish that mate to appreciate your post.

And well I forgot to state this, I slept right through the match too.

Posted by Blogger Unknown | 2/12/2008 12:59:00 AM  

Unfortunately, I must refrain from commenting.

Posted by Blogger Яαgιи Яαvєи | 2/12/2008 01:56:00 AM  

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