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                <title>Virginia Woolf</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 04:13:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is the letter Virginia Woolf wrote her husband the day she decided to kill herself. I never knew about it until last night, when I watched The Hours (Stephen Daldry).. I think it is one of the most moving set of words that could be written for anyone.<br />
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" I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that Â everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been."<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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                <title>1975, a tribute to our soldiers..</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 12:20:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In 1975, Lebanon underwent a civil war, that lasted until the '90s. In 2005, PM Hariri was assassinated, and ever since, we've been witnessing a series of bombings, in every corner of Beirut.. Up until last summer, we thought things had finally calmed down.. but nop. Two israeli soldiers were kidnapped, and israel declares war on Lebanon.. For a whole month, we had no electricity, we kept recieving threatening phone calls, people fled the country, and we were left with nothing but dirty streets and homeless children.. <br />
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Martyrs. We salute you..<br />
I salute every drop of blood, every one of you soldiers, mothers, daughters, sons, fathers, every one of you Lebanese..<br />
I salute the courage you have deep down in your hearts to stand up and point your guns out, to leave your children knowing you might never see them again..<br />
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In 1975, people never thought Lebanon could undergo a civil war, because a muslim and christian had always been living in peace under the same sky.. but it did happen, and it lasted for fifteen god damned years. And today, Tuesday, May 2nd 2007 we're witnessing the same visions again, as though the film reel never ends, and the strange images are screened deep down in our hearts, printed with hatred, fear, disgust, and love.. imprinted with brotherhood for our fellow patriots, for our fellow soldiers, to our dear mothers, to our future-less youth.. <br />
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Lebanon, congratulations.. Your land is never to witness peace again..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Just clearing some things out.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2007 13:42:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the last few deviations were shot on the first of may, labor day. The Lebanese communist party holds a celebration every year for the occasion, and it happened that this year was my first year attending as a photographer. I would like to ask anyone who reads this message, or goes through the picture, to consider them objectively, and to ignore any vision or what ever good/bad feeling they hold towards communism. <br />
gracias.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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                <title>Overwhelming feelings.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 07:16:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You see, I'm not the kind of people who usually get all clingy about something, or someone.. but this time is different. I have absolutely no idea why this is happening.. although that 'thing' faded away about a month ago but I still feel the same way about everything.. sometimes I hate everything related to it, other times I'm depressing over meaningless photographs, songs, or anything that could even imply a relation to the 'thing'... but still.. I treat it as though it didn't end.. and  it's all broken in, like an old chair, where you curl up and rock.. I'm just too hung up on it, too used to having it that I can't let go of it anymore...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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                <title>Joy..?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 03:43:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Right.. so.. I finished my script's second draft, and this time it's in english.. and I decided I'll be shooting this summer, mid-july probably. Now the only problem is equipment.. I could borrow the school's equipment, but I'm not sure they agree. If they don't, then I have to find myself a sponsor, or a big shot producer.. hehe.. Dreaming big yeah, I know! Bref..<br />
I am writing again.. not super duper things, just writing random thoughts down and I'm really happy with it (note that I've been on a writers' block since last summer)<br />
Aaaaaaaaanyway.<br />
I'm happy today, I have no idea why.. I just am! and it's a very good feeling.. Souad Massi helps.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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                <title>No camera still</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 02:07:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can't imagine that a whole shop can't find two damn replacement batteries for a camera! It's not like they don't make them anymore! I'm still using my cellphone cam (nokia 1.3 MP 1280x960) but it's super irritating! and I don't have any money to use regular film rolls and develop them later on, so it's quite sickening. <br />
Not to mention the fact that I'm in college almost 24/7, and have absolutely no more time for anything anymore! <br />
grrrr<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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                <title>CAM TROUBLE.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 07:48:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My recent deviations have all been captured with a 1.3MP cellphone cam, so the resolution is not as good as the older shots, taken with a Benq DC 3410. I just thought I'd clarify this, in case anyone thinks I'm a lousy photographer <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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                <title>6 facts about me</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 09:44:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I was tagged by rayssa (purple-smoke) who was tagged by allouza, so my turn to tell six facts about myself.<br />
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I'm stubborn. <br />
I love red.<br />
I freak out when it rains and I'm driving.<br />
I wanna have 12 children. (I said have, not give birth to.)<br />
Rayssa is my best friend.<br />
and last but not least, <br />
I HAVE HIDDEN TALENTS.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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                <title>AGING</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Jan 2007 04:15:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yeah well, I turned 19.. not as interesting as thought it would be, I mean, I had stuff planned in my head and so far none has worked, I know I should probably take it easy, it's only been a couple of hours, but I'm a very impatient person. I do hate being pushed but I love pushing thing. controversial, eh? grrr.. I've been down since last night, and things have just been rushing in and out of my head since.. and I donno.. I just feel like crying.. maybe I should.. stupid birthday.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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                <title>Script crisis</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 04:10:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I was supposed to work on a 6 pages script this vacation, but I was sick the first week, and last week I was just too lazy to do so. anyhooo.. right now, I'm stuck with nothing except a lousy character study and a tiny synopsis! this is nuts. how the hell am I ever going to finish it on time???????????? it's due next monday!!!!! sjkhl;kghlgh<br />
I am very very pissed this instance, but meh... I guess it'll all work out.. eventually. I hope so! uuuugghh<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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                <title>why do they have to ruin everything that's beautif</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 05:10:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I really don't know why do people have to ruin everything I think is good! I mean, I love photography, but now I have to study for it?! This whole theory thing is not for me! If I wanted to memorize stuff I would've studied philosophy! <br />
I should probably go back to that stupid book.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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                <title>Sickness. argh.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2006 00:38:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been sick for about 5 days now, I missed my alumni dinner, jack's concert and some other stuff that seem kind of meaningless now. <br />
This fever is killing me. I mean, how could someone be taking as many meds as I am and still be sick??? this is annoying. terribly annoying. And I'm supposed to study during the holiday, and finish working on my script! haha.. finish my ass.. seems I'm gonna be doing nothing but watch corny movies and soaps on national TV. so much for Christmas and new year's eve!! I think I'm gonna go work on some pictures.. that I MIGHT post here later on..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~No-ur</author>
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