انا تقريبا كلّ السنة لم اكتب هنا . لا احب غوغل , فلا استطيع ان اقول عن الرجعي إلى هذا البلوج. و لا احب فيسبوك, و لكنه فيسبوك خير من غوغل. و حول العالم الأشخاص الذين يستخدمون فيسبوك اكثر منهم الذين يستخدمون هذا البلوج.

It's hard being poor in melanin these days. /;

Reading about this debt limit drama has been as exciting as watching an episode of Passions back in the day. (For those fortunate enough not to have been acquainted with Passions, you just need to know that it was a terrible, incredibly boring soap opera.) An accord has been reached, but it certainly will not be the last that Americans the world shall hear of it.

Surely it affects each one of us, but thanks to the constant stream of headlines and opinions of everyone from each ideological and/or partisan antipode (and everyone in-between) in the politicosphere, this has become more of a force-fed issue -- much like that worst-tasting (yet healthy) Gerber spinach baby food* ** *** that we would either swallow with praises from Mother and/or Father or spit out (and sometimes at then-bepeeved Mother and Father). It's making me want to retreat from the news media until this, well, never dies down.





* As an adult (of sorts), this would now probably taste good.
** Gerber spinach baby food shall be tasted at some point.
*** P(not A) = 1 (I totally won't remember to try this.)

A dear friend of mine--a bosom-separated-by-hundreds-of-miles buddy of mine, if you will--has more or less brought to my attention my more or less (or more) inadvertent marginalization of this blog. It is my friend--whose name may or may not be flanked with an S and an a on the ends--to whom homage ought to be paid for this entry.

Amidst the rifts and rises to revolutions grazing the span of the Greater Middle East--and the seismic, tsunam'ic', and nuclear devastations that have torn families asunder and displaced even thousands more from their homes, I have been living (a rather magnanimous usage of the word) a rather quaint, inhebetating life--besmirched by the guilt of not being a component of the active force in the buoying of spirits and/or in the (relative) restoration of the country (or in anything, to be quite honest). However, I was rather undeservèdly blessed last month, à la Facebook, with a reunion of many of those whom I have regarded as familial friends over the years. As was forecast by many (but still was wished against by me and surely a handful of others), this approximate reconstruction of the past was short-lived like every 'bundle of time continuum' that we wish we could defy laws and being(s)/Being in order to make last until every derivative of pleasure is consumed and exhausted.

What did result from this reunion, however, was my having met three amazing women who came to visit this native city of mine. This is something of which I'm most appreciative, and I hope for the opportunity to share some of what I venture to presume will be future time here on Earth (no, I'm not alluding to this viroid apocalyptic scare) with each of them; I should only hope that they would like that at least half as much as I would.

That is a pretty relevant summation of what my life has been since my last update--other than two of my best friends from high school having returned to this city--only to have remigrated to the South. I am very happy for them, however, for they seem to be enjoying their time there--just as the bosom-buddy from hundreds of miles away, who brought to mind this blog, is most likely enjoying reading this post in her elegant Barnes & Noble home. :)

آبق من حياة الإبتذال و وصلت إلى حياة الإبتذال ثانيّ. اريدي الاّ ابحثر هنا كل اليوم. يوما تلو يوم اتوخيّ شغل جديد. اتأهّب للدخول في دنيا الخصوبة، لكن اليقن اليوم اقل من الأمس. لا عندي التقان لكن لماذا في هذا الوطن وطني لا عنده شغل سانح؟ يوما تلو يوم و اعمي أن استيقط و أرجع إلى كوريا

I'm not a big fan of roses anyway.

This has been my specialty as of late.

I come bearing another laconic post, but that which contains yet another new gift:

Sometimes my mood changes in a blink's (瞬) time.



Sometimes I tumble down a steep slope (阪). Often I tumble down a steep slope.

It has been rather difficult to keep this blog up-to-date as of late. Every other place has pretty much taken priority, sorry to say.

Na líbia também se sinte a onda da inspiracão para protestar contra a ditadura.. De todos os ditatores Gaddafi é o mais interesante. Não é que ele mantem o poder por mais que 40 anos desde 1969, mas é que ele é, sem um mínimo de dúvida, o mais excêntrico dos lideres norte-africanos. Ele mesmo auto-nomea "rei dos reis" e insiste que ele mesmo é o "líder dos lideres árabes." Têm no mundo outros líderes idiossincráticos mas Chavez é como esses mosquitos que constantemente perturbam. 'Dear Leader' Kim Jong-il é um líder demais inacessível. Ahmadinejad não é tão excêntrico e egocêntrico quanto os como Gaddafi.

Já espero visitar a Líbia!