Day One

My country is going through a revolution.
It has been six long, yet fast paced months and nothing has really changed.
Technically it's not my country; my home-town is in Asia and at this moment I'm in Africa...but somehow when you live long enough in a place, you make it feel like home.
I love Egypt, there's something about the people, a love-hate relationship is automatically established once you land in the city. One day your neighbor likes you, the other day they would look you in the eye with a vacant stare that would make you wonder if you're really there in flesh.
Personally, I never know what's going to happen the next day. There is no routine.
I find myself waking up at times to my doorman's daughter singing to God some commercial song and other days  I would look out the window and find her playing with a sheep tied to the garage pole.

Every day, the same person, different story, another face lift.

That's what I think has become of me.
Many facades to one soul, and they all feel like its truly me.

I went to Tahrir square the other day. Everyone was demonstrating, speaking their mind, discussing what they want out of the country's new regulations. After 30 years of mental suppression, the day has come that a simple 'sigh' is heard and acknowledged.
I wanted to be part of the change. I want to be one of the 80 million civilians that helped make matters better.
After I went, and was touched by the positive energy over coming the huge arena that embraced thousands of people.
I went back home and decided that I will invest my time to help be part of a better future.

Next day, I was possessed by a GO-GO dancer in Ibiza and headed to the North Coast.
Stripped down to a slinky dress, stepped into TURQUAZ ( a beach club) and danced to Pitbulls' 50th single of the month. Whilst consuming way too many toxic liquids that evaporated all thoughts of a better future, only leaving me with a momentary extensive ass shaking routine.

Its those things that make me wonder if I'm becoming a scarey lunatic that has no permanent thought, or is it another face lift.

This blog will be a self exploration, documenting irrational speculations and many of the random things I like to talk about.