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The Suffragettes: December 2005

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Sunday, December 18, 2005. It was heartwarming for the first two songs, and then I said Amen, and went home, all relaxed and yoga-like, and cooked myself some Tesco Kiev. Thursday, December 01, 2005. Someone stole my white leather gloves tonight at a pub. They were dirty and grey from all the smoking and general mis-handling, but it still pissed me off. Who'd so desperately want a grey pair of white leather gloves? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. La Gueule du Monde Photoblog.

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The Suffragettes: Can I?

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Saturday, August 12, 2006. There is a rumour slowly travelling across blogs that the war will be over in two days. On Monday, they are saying. Can I dare to believe? Can it be true that they want nothing from us? Can it be this simple? Go away. All of you. And never come back. Sadly, a ceasefire is not the end. maybe the beginning of the end of this crisis, but not the end itself. it will be a new phase. a new psychological chapter. a new approach to our everyday lives. Let's just hope for the best.

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The Suffragettes: Ya Beirooooot

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Tuesday, October 10, 2006. London is becoming more and more like Beirut. There's too much Hummous in my fridge. Everyone says Yalla all the time. My arabic has improved in the last two years. And my flatmate does a riz aa djej that rivals that of my mum's. Maybe that's why I love my job so much, I can pretend I'm actually in London again. Although they've now asked me to help curate an exhibition about Beirut Art (that's Kerbaj and Zeina El-Khalil to you and me.). One of us is dillusional.

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The Suffragettes: July 2006

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Sunday, July 30, 2006. It took time to take to the keyboard and speak, but I think it is now time. I think that most of all, I was ashamed of not being in Beirut. I am not in Lebanon. I am in London, cooking my dinner, celebrating my birthday, going to work for the British, looking for a new flat, and all the while, I am halved. My brain is functioning in London, but my heart is being torn apart in Lebanon. I am glued to the net, reading up on the news, following the blogs, and I want to cry. 8211; I kno...

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The Suffragettes: August 2006

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Saturday, August 12, 2006. There is a rumour slowly travelling across blogs that the war will be over in two days. On Monday, they are saying. Can I dare to believe? Can it be true that they want nothing from us? Can it be this simple? Go away. All of you. And never come back. Thursday, August 10, 2006. In The Independent today. They think tactically, they think profit, they snigger and they cheat and take sides. And all the while, my country is being uprooted and turned into a bloody rubble. And they ma...

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The Suffragettes: Daft White

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Wednesday, November 15, 2006. OK, I must try to understand why blogging has suddenly become one of the hardest things to do at the moment. I used to effortlessly rant on about this or that. I'd simply open the New Post page, and from the whiteness of the box would spring a witty observation about something trivial yet fundamental. Now the whiteness remains white. Why, I ask myself? Is this what they meant by life sucking the soul out of you? Has my semblance of balance stolen my creative spark? Nagging i...

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The Suffragettes: April 2006

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Saturday, April 08, 2006. Well, today was the Grand National here in the UK, i.e Horse-Racing Betting Day. To aid the act of choosing a horse out of 40, The Sun newspaper is smart enough to offer a whole spread dedicated to the horses' history, as well as the sacred bet-odds list. So, after a whole year and a half of boycott, I finally drowned over the Sun newspaper. Yes, the journal infamous for its page three girls was now going to make me rich! And off they go! And NUMBERSIXVALVERDE IS A WINNER!

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The Suffragettes: Hello again

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Wednesday, November 01, 2006. Fine, I'll get back to writing because staring at the same posts over and over and trying to summon some form of witty comment on life and whatnot is a bit depressing. So I'll just write about nothing. A daunting Nothing, that is. Apart from all of this black talk, well, there's nothing much to say. I promise I'll be better tomorrow, and might even find something remotely interesting to write about. At least I got a new post! Yes, where's the rest? View my complete profile.

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The Suffragettes: January 2006

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Saturday, January 28, 2006. He brushed her hair, removing strands floating in her face, he patted her waistcoat. She was very still. He adjusted her collar, peered in her eyes, and gently brushed her hair again, fixing her fringe so that her eyes showed. He buttoned her shirt, and stroked her nose. She still stood poised, and now perfect. She was Zara's new clothes mannequin, all plaster and plastic, and he a simple floor manager. but it was the most tender scene I had seen in a long time. 6 x 31=186 day...

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The Suffragettes: The List.

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Friday, November 17, 2006. I always feel nervous when I am being controlled by authority, even if I theoretically know I have nothing to fret about. Like in Beirut when stopped at an impromptu checkpoint by the army. Or on the bus when they check my Oyster card. I feel 'guilty until proven innocent'. Or when I'm queuing for a party and I know. I'm on the guest list, but a part of me feels that my name will have magically disappeared, or that I just imagined it all. It's taking longer than I expected.