How I started looking at things differently ...Literally

It's been almost 7 days since the little "accident" that aimed a harmless little nose...mine.
Ever since, I started looking at things differently... literalliy different, with a little bump on the nose , I can say it's a pretty interesting new perspective.
Plastic surgeon gave me the choice to adjust it with a "small procedure" he'd be glad to perform. Because of the lack of trust I have in plastic surgery in my country (a.k.a lebanese women looking more and more alike) I chose to keep my "profil grec" - the end -

diaries of a visaphobic

Tomorrow should be the day I face my version of primal fear: getting a visa appointment for a touristic purpose. To tell you how much I hate getting in line, acting like I was not proud to have a Lebanese passport, here is my story: I recall wanting to go so bad to the States 3 years ago, back when Aoukar's inhabitants were so envied living under the wing of the American embassy (wondering if a visa for them was a neighborhood privilege) , I had decided to make it to the US differently..... (don't get carried away with thoughts) I tried my luck applying for a scholarship I had accidentally heard of at school.
I was right.

Paris this time - No scholarship.  Only a pile of documents and hideous passport photos.

Wish me luck.

Lebanese civil war (round 2)

I declare this book as "the book" that was about to trigger a sequel for Lebanese civil war .
Amazing what a book can do...before even reading its content.




Cheers.