Posted by: dodosays on: July 20, 2011
It all started the moment the doctor told my mom that she’s bearing triplets. Yes triplets! And they are the 3Js: Joyce, Joelle and Julie. So how has the last 4 years of our lives been since my sisters saw the light? Allow me to explain.
It’s amazing how one moment changes your whole life, your goals, and your plans. Even before welcoming the girls we had to go through a lot of changes; after all, their coming was not planned nor expected, it was the most beautiful gift we’ve received, and this gift needs to be taken care of. I had to quit university, and take care of mom especially when she was hospitalized for one month before giving birth. Then came the moment we’ve all been waiting for: the moment when the doctor said “the mom and kids are good and healthy, mabrouk!”
Talk about sleepless nights since then; yes, sometimes 48hrs pass and we don’t get one hour sleep. Oh caffeine, thank you so much for doing your job back then! Coffee, tea, chocolate, coke, was what we mostly consumed. Let’s do some math here: 3 babies, you have to feed each one every 3hrs, and change diapers, plus laundry, sterilizing milk bottles etc. Full-time job! That’s how we spent the first six months.
If you think with time when they grow up things get easier, you’re mistaken. Each phase has it’s own troubles and blessings. No more sleepless nights, thank God; but you have to train them to eat by spoon, train them to walk, potty training, sleepless nights hit back when they’re sick. We were always (and still are) on the watch so they don’t fall, or chew on hazardous stuff, you name it. And with all our efforts to stay cautious they locked themselves in the bathroom, they fell off the bed, they locked mom outside of the house, they broke the table’s glass in the living room, etc. That’s why we’ve done some “re-decoration” to our house: the living room is a playground, the kitchen is messed up, the bedrooms are crowded, and the walls are filled with my sisters’ drawings.
But all those troubles fade away by a single hug or kiss from my 3Js. Or when I’m at work and they call me to tell me “I love you”, my day moves smoother.
Life when there’s kids around is a whole different world. You work more to improve your personality. You need to be strong, cause they count on you. You need to be patient, cause they need to grow up and learn new stuff. You need to be a good teacher, cause you never know when they ask you something. You need to speak the truth, you can’t lie to a kid. All in all, you must set a good example, cause you are their role model, and they look up to no one but you.
Every day holds a new adventure with my sisters. Every day holds a new experience. Is it worth it? TOTALLY!
Posted by: dodosays on: June 10, 2011
“A friend in need is a friend indeed” We all have that friend in our lives and have played that role as a real good friend to others. Yes, friendship is vital for life. And with such a friend in our lives we are proud to point out and say “that’s my friend that I count on”; even God was proud to reveal to humankind His friend “… Abraham my friend…” Isaiah 41:8
But the real friend is the one that lasts, right? Not the one who just turns around and leaves for the most stupid reasons. And believe me, you never know exactly if your friend is really a friend until you face troubles. Let’s say you had a little misunderstanding, and it felt bad, as if the world ended; but because you have a strong relationship, you were able to solve that little issue. The beautiful thing is that after such an incident your friendship is now stronger than ever before, and yes your world is back to life.
But there’s this type of friendship that’s really confusing. There’s this friend you really really really love, but… Let’s elaborate more on this subject. That person is always ready to help you, would never let you down, always there to cheer you up, shows you how special you are, and you try to do the same in return. That person is the one you care about the most, and one thing you know for sure you never want that person upset or bothered. So far so good? But at times, when you just need to talk to him/her, they are not there. Sorry, allow me to rephrase that last sentence: they are there, they exist, but they ignore you. How do you feel when that happens? You start to question everything, and all those memories you shared. You even blame yourself, and wonder if it’s something you have done that bothered them. Ask them if there’s something wrong? Well you’re somehow sure what their answer will be, and you know it’s not going to solve matters at all. Fight for that friendship, or let time solve it? I absolutely have no idea.
Posted by: dodosays on: May 19, 2011
Tweeps on my timeline are of three different types:
1- the ones who tweet links and only links. They suddenly pop out of nowhere and fill the timeline with tens of tweets in a time range of few minutes. In a way or another: they are spamming me.
2- the ones who use twitter as a chat tool (or a flirt tool
). They tweet the lamest tweets ever.
3- the ones who tweet everything.
And let’s say my favorite is the third type. Why? Because I’m 100% sure they’re real people behind those Twitter handles. In their tweets, they share informative articles, videos, blogs, pictures, etc. But they also share some information about themselves: their current mood, what’s their favorite food or drink, #nowplaying and you get to know their taste in music, and they engage in a tiny chat with other tweeps over different subjects.
Posted by: dodosays on: May 8, 2011
And the above pics were taken with my Nokia N8
N.B: am not a photographer; I was at Marina Dbayeh, enjoying the scene and took some photos; just sharing the scene!
Posted by: dodosays on: April 13, 2011
Searching for Liberia on google’s image search, one picture made my heart skip a beat. Why? Because it’s a picture of the bridge facing the house we lived in. I checked the website, and there was more excitement hidden for me: a picture of the house!
The house from another angle
And here’s the picture of the bridge
And here’s why we left Liberia. Yes, it’s been 15 years now!
Enjoy Michael Jackson’s “Liberian Girl”
Posted by: dodosays on: March 14, 2011
You may have read my older post “I’m in love with the Nokia N8” . Well, yes it’s a story of love at first sight. I was following the N8′s news even before it was launched.
But, one day on Twitter, I read that Gigalb are running a contest and one of the two prizes is the Nokia N8!!! To enter the contest, I had to:
Those steps were easy except for the part to get my friends to like my comment. To do that, I spammed my friends! I posted daily the link on FB and asked them to like my comment. Total likes was 34. I thought I’d never win, especially that one of the contestants had more than 110 likes.
Results day:
I logged in to Facebook and Twitter, and waited for the results. Then came this
“Her”??? Is there a chance for me to win? I replied:
I read the name over and over again to make sure it’s me
and yay it was me
After few days, I got my N8 (thank you @CAbN)
Now after using the N8 for almost 2 weeks, here’s what I think: AMAZING! The all-in-one device.
(I would be brief about it, since there are many articles and reviews like this)
- Camera (for images and videos): very clear, perfect quality. And here’s an example
- Battery life: perfect, especially for someone like me who’s music player or radio is on all the time, Tweeting, taking pictures, playing games
- Multitasking: Yes! You can use as many applications as you can. And with Opera Mobile, internet browsing is wonderful.
- Music: sound is loud and nice
yes you can really enjoy music with this device
If you want to get yourself a mobile phone, I highly recommend the N8.
Posted by: dodosays on: February 16, 2011
بتعجب من يلي بغيرو لهجتن. يعني بيكون الواحد اصلو من الشمال او الجنوب او البقاع, ومش بس اصلو من هونيك, فينا نقول انو ربيان معظم حياتو بالضيعة. بس لمن نزل علمدينة صار بدو يغير لهجتو, وبدل ميقول “واحِد” صار بدو يقول “واحَد” بس فهموني ليش؟ انو وين الغلط اذا بقيت عطبيعتك وحكيت لهجتك؟ خايف اهل بيروت يتضحكو عليك؟ ويتضحكو، صدقني بيتضحكو مرة مرتين وبعدين بيسكتو. مش احسن من انو يتضحكو عليك لمن تغير لهجتك شي مليون مرة بنفس الحديث لانو عم تحكي مع اصحابك من بيروت وكمان في اهلك عم يشاركوا بالحديث؟ شو؟ وبعدين عفكرة، المظبوط هو “واحِد” اذا بدنا نحكي لغوياً وبالفصحة
كل انسان وعندو لهجتو، فكون عطبيعتك الله يرضى عليك وما تغير. لانو بس تغير مش رح تكون مرتاح بحديثك ولا رح تقنعنا بلهجتك المزيفة. وكمان كل ضيعة في عندا لهجتها الخاصة وما حدا عاجبوا حدا، فليش بدك تحكي بس متل اهل بيروت؟
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