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A good day

It has been raining for 3 days now and the snow started stacking up on the mountains in Lebanon. Finally!

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March 15 and they were finally able to open the slopes and provide us poor souls with a bit of wintery feel.
Saturday morning, 8am, the slopes are clear and glowing white, though we can still see high rocks peeking through the snow, where the wind blew off the silver and stacked it at the bottom of the hills. It’s a beautiful sunny day, and I’m in skis.

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48 rounds and 5 hours later I was sweating, my knees were on fire, and my hands were numb. So I go to sit at the terrasse and have a cold beer while soaking in the sun, everyone’s here; I haven’t seen them since last winter, and the lack of snow made many of them avoid the area to avoid the heartache of finding the slopes brown; everyone is smiling, we are happy.
Later on I head back to the chalet for a well deserved lunch, then get my snowshoes on, meet up with some friends, and go hiking up into the Cedar forest.

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The snow lays heavy at our feet and on the branches of the Cedar trees, the silence engulfs us and takes us to different heights.

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The sun is strong and the snow is melting now, it’s 5pm and the branches are weeping a steady song, we keep going and observing, taking in all the beauty surrounding us; we don’t speak, and rarely make a sound, we keep our ears and eyes open to watch the trees push off the snow from their branches into a misty fog, making our hearts leap whenever it’s too close, fearing but wanting it to drop over our heads.

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The snow gets heavier and the sun starts setting in the distance.
The pink light takes over the silver white and darkness starts creeping around us. Our feet are frozen, our muscles are burning, our head feels light; yet we keep smiling and going on.

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We reach the road and civilization, walk back to the chalet and sit down for some warm soup.
Today was a great day, a perfect dream, yet our feet remember it was true.

T.

Tripping numbers

Have you ever noticed how growing up, some of us have this habit of counting cars while on the bus to school, or reading the plate numbers?

Personally I got two favorite numbers, and one special number. Why special? I’m not sure, but I’ve always loved it, and being prone to design classes I always tried using it in many ways, writing it and drawing it differently.

That number is 19, it’s the only number I have trouble writing fast for some reason, and a couple of days ago a friend pointed out to me a fact that I hadn’t noticed in my years trying to master it; it’s the largest prime number found.

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Pick a pen and paper and try writing this number in the most beautiful calligraphy way possible, I doubt you’ll get any nice result, whether you’re drawing it by pencil or trying to make a street art out of it, it always seems unfit as if something were missing.

What is your special number?

T.

The day I was not caught cheating

So here’s an interesting episode that happened to me last week; it was kinda scary to say the least, but opened my eyes to how low a person’s self-esteem can be.

I’ve got this friend who’s a bartender; usually opens up the place around 5pm, but that day I felt like having an early drink with him; now even though the pub next to his place was open, I didn’t exactly feel like joining in with strangers when I needed a bartender that knew my mood swings and a good listener, so I messaged him sending a good morning then waiting for a response, which is what normal people do, now the conversation didn’t go exactly as I had planned it when I saw the response, and noticed that it wasn’t D that answered, but his current girlfriend (whom I didn’t know at the time who she was).
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Later on he calls me excusing his girlfriend’s behavior and opening up the pub so I could join. Of course since it was still around 4pm, I had to help out clean up the place so it’d be ready for opening hour, while having a beer with him (normal, I’m a customer, but also a friend), chatting about how our new year’s eve party went and sharing interesting stories about random customers and people at work.

A friend of mine joined a bit later, right when we had finished up cleaning and went for a cigarette, even though the place was still closed, both of us being good friends with him he let us sit down for our beer and enjoy it before the crowds joined.

And that’s when I heard someone at the door behind us, I couldn’t exactly see who it was since I had my back turned but I heard some harsh whispering between D and someone, whom my friend a couple of minutes later recognized as the waitress that used to work here a couple of months ago. As I was turning around to tell her we missed her around here (her having been our waitress for 2 years, and having been the origin of us picking this place as a hangout), when she stormed in and started calling me so many names, mainly aggressively and verbally attacking me for sleeping with her boyfriend. And that’s when it hit me, she’s the girlfriend!

By that time people had started walking by the place and watching the huge scene from afar, throwing me angry glances of disapproval and disrespect, judging the situation from their point of view, while all I could do; all the while trying to stay as polite as possible; was to stare her in the eyes repetitively telling her I had no idea what she was talking about, then giving up, turning my back, and try to drown out the screaming while sipping my beer (which was extremely hard to do, I honestly just felt like getting up and slapping her across the face to get her to reason correctly – but that would have been extremely impolite). Until she finally left, leaving a sense of disorientation, awkwardness, and a feeling of disgust.

I later decided to relate this incident on Facebook, which got me some interesting comments, while others were quite useless; but most people saw what I didn’t when it had happened, she is simply overly insecure.
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Now she did raise a good point during her monologue, which was why did her boyfriend have my number while she never had it. I could’ve easily told her that it’s because a couple of my posts were about him, so I could send it to him before publishing for feedback, but then that would have sparked some more questions; which I didn’t feel like getting into, but she never taught me or told me or even done anything much interesting for me to relate in my blog; and saying that out loud could’ve broken her self-esteem even more.

So now here I am trying desperately to find a way to stop this insanity by avoiding my favorite pub, just so as not to run into her and spark even more questions and harsh words. Which shouldn’t be the case, especially since nothing ever happened (or ever will for that matter) between me and her boyfriend, I am a customer, as well as a friend, I believe I’m mature enough to be able to see and respect these limits and boundaries, the same way I do in my workspace.

So what can I say in that case? If I try and talk to her, she’ll think I’m covering something up, and if I avoid the place, it’ll be a point proven for her that she “caught us” in the act of cheating.

It’s hard to see the different perspectives when being an outsider, but having been on the inside of it and having been screamed at, judged nastily, and named all names; my ego has actually started wishing I had done something instead of getting blamed for just being there at the wrong time at the wrong place.

T.

Great news

Unfortunately, as you might have noticed I’ve been MIA for a couple of days, no worries, I was simply in Madrid watching my brother’s graduation from IE university for his MBA.

Posts about a couple of things I noticed there will come in soon, meanwhile sleeping on a couch, partying all night and walking around all day only managed to leave me with a strong cold.

Hoping you all had a wonderful Christmas and preparing for an amazing new year.

Cheers
T.

A nice day for doodles

During a slow week at work. Here are my brain wanderings.
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Day 1
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Day 2
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Day 3
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Day 4
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Day 5
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Day 6
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Day 7
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Done!

T.

It’s all about the bar

Here is a useless post but still fun to read.

Point 1: what is the strangest things you’ve found in a bar? The best object I found was this kinder surprise game:
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Point 2: bartenders teach us the best drinking tricks to use during Oktober fest: how to shug a beer in 5 seconds:

– First find a bending straw

– Place the straw through the beer bottle

– Bend the other side upwards

– Shug it all in

Point 3: drinking tricks: you’re broke but still want to manage to get a few free shots? Easy! Go to the closest bar where few people are sitting at the bar, offer them to play a game, looser buys a shot to the winner (beware, some people might know the tricks)

– Adding a line: here is the equation: 4+4=444, add a line to make it equal (it might look real simple now, but people under the influence of alcohol don’t usually go for the obvious), the answer is 444=444

– Coin games: get 4 coins of the same size and put them in this position: gamer has to get them in a straight line by only using 4 moves; rule is, when you move one it should touch 2 others. Here is a video of how to do it.

– Cutting a lemon with a cigarette (I’m not sure where this started, but people say from jail, others say from bartenders, I think in either case it is pretty cool) Here is a cool video I found explaining it (is much better than mine so hey)

Point 4: watching a drunken bartender (you know he’s drunk, you just offered him a couple of shots with you) flipping bottles behind the bar. Most people think its show-off (which it obviously is) but some enjoy watching it while others get annoyed by it. Those who get annoyed are probably the ones waiting for their drinks that have been delayed due to the show. But here is my question to you: have you ever been able to do what they can? I’ve tried countless times, and can barely save a bottle or two from crashing to the ground. It is an art! Watch bartender Diego flipping and flaring.

Point 5: drinking alone will never be drinking alone if you’re sitting at the bar; bartenders will make sure to give time to listen to you, joke around and share some interesting stuff to keep you from drowning.

Point 6: bartenders are sometimes hot!

Point 7: reading stuff about bartenders and bars makes you feel like having a beer right now (which I will probably do as soon as I publish this post)

Point 8: I’m not sure what it is but bars are the best thing ever!

Point 9: if the glass is on the drafts handle, do not panic! Bottles still exists, you’ll get your supply of beer soon!

Cheers!

T.

#nofilter ?

To tell you personally, I enjoy the filters you can add to some pictures to make them look better, point out something in them, or just for fooling around. What I don’t get is the #nofilter part of it. If you were going to post a picture with no filter, then why not just post it on your Facebook as is, I’m not sure how interested I am with the whole hashtag thing (and to tell you honestly I don’t even know how or when to use them).

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Cyanide and happiness insta gram

I’m not of the “old generation” that “doesn’t understand technology”; I’m a 25 year old woman that is trying to keep up with the new ways of technology; and it’s hard to keep up when things keep changing on the daily. So forgive my awkwardness with “new” stuff.

That being said, let’s go back to #nofilter and hashtags in general. I see pictures being posted with hashtags that are confusing, illogical, and covering a whole page, instead of a simple explanation.

For example look at this first post, it’s simple and straight to the point, no hashtags needed, and no more explanation needed either.

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Guy obviously needs glasses

But what about this one? The first explanation was clear enough, but the hashtags don’t make much sense, at least to me; what’s tbt, jj, and igers? And what does food have to to with the picture? I’m not exactly sure; unless it’s the bag he’s holding on his lap; but then what about the girl? No girl here (I’m not blind am I?)

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Why not #motorcycle?

Let’s switch to another picture, people posting pictures of what they will eat in a few seconds; not sure why that would be so interesting to keep posting about unless you’re a chef showing off the fruit of your labor (unless they want us to guess the color of their poop later; I think it’s pretty useless).

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#foodporn actually exists?

Now I get it, sometimes it looks too good to ignore, so please help me understand the hashtags (do these even exist?) #umnumnum? I know it’s a sound people sometimes do when eating or getting ready to dig in, but I don’t see how that helps us understand the picture exactly.

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I'm confused, umnumnum?

Now I might need a bit of help with this one. I get most of the tags, but what I earth does earned not given and playerism (is that even a word?) With a cap have to do with it? I get the cap part, but the rest is too confusing for me.

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Why not simply fun night out, got too wasted, the end?

But then again, I am slow with technology, though this last one I want to show you is the most hair-tearing one I got to see and try to read.

#delaying8morehourstheplane; #raped; #indaface?? Not sure how to understand this or react to it. The guy is obviously bored at work so he took a selfie, but what does the plane and being raped in the face have to do with that I am not entirely sure.

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You wanna get raped in the face?

But hey! Maybe I’m just too old fashioned to understand these concepts, I’m not trying to overrule them entirely from my life, I’m simply trying to understand. Help anyone?

T.

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