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The day has come when I have resumed sketching again.







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Today has officially been beauty day. I had my hair done. Face taken are of. New foundation. And two people said I look beautiful today. Only in Lebanon can a run-down raggedy teacher like me who is worn down from whatever turn into a beauty queen in less than two hours at a local beirut salon. Magic makers.





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No really. This is getting suffocating. People here are crazy. Period. And I love them. Period. Help!






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I love how it's almost 1am and people down the street are huddled up watching soccer on T.V. And so I learn that Ghana just lost to Egypt. My family in Ghana won't like this. I remember the pictures they sent last time Ghana won to Cameroon. The party went wild on the streets!





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One thing I learned to do in Lebanon, by Lebanon, because of Lebanon, is to love being alone even if for a full day or two. I see that it is a form of protection from the alternative of being out there and getting exposed to things I probably can't handle. Or can't handle yet. So I say to myself, Allah is protecting you and not isolating you. Yippee Ka Yeh cow girl! :-)





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There is melody in the air today ...





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Most teachers at the university here say the same thing -- first and second year english lit students can't put sentences together. But they will and can discuss voltaire with you like grad students.





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