How come the Latin nation and linguists could not come with a single letter for the sound "sh"???
Isn't it annoying to have to write two letters for a gen

I know I have been away for a long time now. And those who have been keeping up with me are now forgetting to pass by. I don't blame them, I have almost forgotten.
To start with, I haven't been busy more than normal lately; in fact I wish I were. But there hasn't been much thing to write about. No new experiences. But I think I can come up with some new events. And I will try to summarize what was going on with me over the past two weeks or so.
First of all, I transformed to Batman. The first half of the day is killed by sleep. As I stay late till 4 or 5 AM, I am bound to wake up late too. And lately there wasn't any work for me in the morning, so I'm enjoying it. If you wanna ask what do I do at night... god bless the video chat, a totally good invention, brings close all the elements that exist, except the one you want... a sweet killer in other words.
I am done with my taxes too. Not the Syrian taxes, those do not exist really. But as a part-year employee in USA I had to file my taxes before the 15th of this month. Now that was a pain in the ass. I have read tons of forms and publications in addition to using a couple or more tax softwares, and when I thought I got it, I found out I was an asshole. It is the first time I do it myself you know. Previously accountants took care of it; they did the job, but in retrospect they sucked. I am happy to announce that I think I did it, for free too.
Sudoku has taken some of my time. Like any new toy or gadget you buy, the first weeks are spent in admiring it then the brightness fades. Sudoku is a mental game in which you have to fill empty squares with numbers. Although these puzzles seem silly but some of them are really bad. That took out some time too, but now is, as mentioned above, fading.
What else... Haifa Wehbe released her number one hit: "شوف الواوا" and in it the lyrics reads as follows:

شوف الواوا بوس الواوا خلي الواوا يصح
لما بستو طاب الواوا صار الواوا بح

Ok, I know the picture isn't great, but that is what you can expect from my mobile camera.
Anyway, the green sign (almost illegible) says:
يمنع منعاً باتاً إلقاء القمامة تحت طائلة المسؤولية ودفع غرامة مالية
I had the idea of taking this picture (which I will replace with a better one if I can) when I saw a girl walking gracefully across the street to throw their home trash under this sign...

I am not sure how many of you have seen the sitcom, but I am going to talk about it. So my brother got the whole series with him and lured me into watching it.

Ok then, my brother is here, he is getting married after 4 months, and he with his fiancée are struggling through making decisions as to what service they should get, what flowers they should pick, and who should do this and that, etc...
It is not easy to get married I figured.

I will write this as if it was a research study. As me and my brother were going back from Aleppo I came up with the idea of checking how many trucks or buses (anything bigger than a car, usually used for non private transportation) emit visible exhaust or black smoke from their muffler.

As some know, I have changed my status in the military to stationary, and now after paying the بدل there is no more duties to worry about. Or so it seems, as recently, while meeting with some people, I was told that by law a person who pays is still subject to 6 months service....

I think I mentioned that earlier, but currently if anything drives my attention on TV, it is Eurosport. Constant events are showing all the time. Some need tactic and brain, some need physical fitness.

I frequently dream whacky and adventurous sci-fi kind of dreams. Although I always wanted to leave a pencil and a notebook at the bedside to note my dreams in the morning, I have not done that.
Today I just got the idea of a dream blog.

As any good citizen, I don't watch news channels (especially the Lebanese ones) unless I am extremely bored or have to because someone else is watching it (usually older than me).

A year ago next March, I was in Florida attending and presenting at a Palliative Medicine meeting arranged by my training program at the Cleveland Clinic Foundation.
At the time there was a full team video-recording everything that was going on.

I have to admit that I like the idea of the visitor counter. I should have done it from the begining. There is so much to blogs than one can expect.
I think it give an insight to the traffic through.

Today I presented about palliative medicine in breast cancer. A topic that was interesting while I was preparing it.
For one reason or another I felt shaky and my heart was pounding fast at the begining.

This is going to be a part of a Breast Cancer Symposium in Cham Palace.
The lecture is this coming Friday at 9:50 - 10:10 AM

And here I mean the St. Valentine Day. Everything turns to red as if it is a feast for cannibals and vampires. It seems to me that this celebration was invented by the manager of a bankrupt store, so he can get people to buy things, red things of course.
It is good for economy, through spending of course, some might say.

In addition to the History of salt book I mentioned previously, here are some other books I read recently, in the clinic.
1- The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho: a phlosophical story (as all Coelho's stories are) in Andalusia about a guy who had a dream about a fortune waiting for him in Egypt.

I have found a new website that lists and keeps an updated log of syrian blog entries. It is nice if someone would like to go over these writings without chec

Next Friday (the 17th) I will be presenting on Palliative Medicine in Breast Cancer. I don't know the location and the time yet. But it is one more thing on m

I feel intrigued every now and then to state my opinion on something that attracts the media and public opinion such as the Denmark and the caricature phenomenon.

As you can expect in any new clinic, business is relatively slow. After spending the first month or so trying to get used to the brand names of Syrian drugs, which have failed horribly I may add, there was nothing to fill my time but some patients who come everynow and then.
The hospital contract says that it is forbidden to use the clinic for anything but patient care.

And why would I write about an event that is taking place in a different continent, no one here cares about it. It is the final match of the NFL (american football).

In USA the roads are made wide, I am not sure of it, but it seems as if they had a prediction for the future needs of cars and trucks, etc...
When a police car or an ambulance or a fire truck tries to pass, they turn on a siren and everyone in front of them would sway to the curbs and stop, or to the rightmost lane.