A Journal of Love & Hate
Two quick “site:andfaraway.net hate” “site:andfaraway.net love” google searches and I have pages and pages worth of personal opinions.
I love Swatch.
What I love about Pollock is how shocking his paintings are.
I love it so much I wish I can hug it and feel it oozing its bitsy bytsey…
I guess all I can say is that I love Radiohead.
But man, I love that stuff. It’s my answer to everything.
Which translate to, I love you Nokia!
I love you mommy, inti 7ayati.
I love the summer.
Hal, I love you ya benet.
I love being awake, thank you very much.
What I really love about Durra’s artwork is the fact that I feel like it’s …
Ferrero, I Love You.
And of course, for every expression of love, there’s an expression of hate:
I hate Batelco.
Reason 436 on why I hate Sweifeyeh
I also found out that I hate the “tourist Amman”.
I hate Manarat with all my heart and all my soul.
I’ve already ranted about how much I hate smilies- should I remind you?
I HATE heels, plus, I can’t drive in them.
I hate him! He’s so lame!
Who is familiar with the song “I hate you so much right now. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I hate routine, really, I do.
I hate zoning.
I hate the daily traffic jam on the way out of University Street.
I hate Celine Dion.
And I’ll seal it off with:
I hate my absolute inability to feel indifference. Sometimes, the only thing I want is to just not give two shits.
But really. I can’t.
It’s just not my nature. I have to have an opinion about everything, from the annoying reddish-tint of those tissues to the shirt you are wearing. That’s just who I am. I notice these things. I care about what I notice. I am consciously thinking about everything I see, everything I hear, everything I read. Yeah, I do not always voice what I am thinking, because if I do I’d never shut up.
