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i can never imagine my life without you two.
all for one and one for all

I'll be your friend

Inside I witness a rebel of society. I declared wars, I fell in love with forbidden fruits, I shot men down, I published all hidden-vulnerable secrets and most of all I drove like a maniac. Is it weakness or strength that keeps me so bordered? Everyone around me seems to be doing all of this; I don’t witness much drastic consequences.  All my knowing’s have been blessed with reputations that arrived earlier than their physicality, I always found that quite intriguing, I mean who wouldn’t want to be friends with a party animal, a loosy floosy, a mess with me and say hello to the bullet between your eyes and my favorite the illegals? Now who decides these labels? Now I can tell you, because I have seen the words fire out of their mouths.  Now who believes these words? I can surely tell you as well, the party animals, the loosy floosy, the mess with me and say hello to the bullet between your eyes, the illegals, and the COWARDS. In life learn to base your friends on their eternal dedication, love, admiration, loyalty and sincerity to you. Reputations come and go, but who you really are will stay the same forever. Give chances and live wisely.

everyone is aiming a camera at you, so always make sure to smile

love, peace and unity

michelle kandalaft

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Let your shadow guide you for once 

What burns me will burn you

Should I knock on your doors to tell you the truth, or should you consume your life with you. What do you know about us? Yes us! The ones who take over your tongues, thoughts and dreams.  We have heard of  your names, stories and secrets but do we share? Never, because life is a sliver knife that stabs you in the back when it decides to. You might witness our reflection on it, but fear not ,we are not holding it.See we are the ones that step back and allow the movie to role, we don’t pause we just watch.  I have seen the most of life and let me tell you, the most is decades away from you. I have given some chances in life, do I regret? Not at all, because I move forward in life unlike some whom will remain my past forever. My blood is thick as thieves and my fear is loyal to one “God”. So to you who think highly of yourselves, look at me and you will see an image that you will never be. I advice thyself and you to wrap that weapon and live  for one not them. 

 Do whatever makes you happy, because in the end you are smiling

Love,

Michelle Kandalaft

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When I first came upon this Mona Lisa about a year ago, I did the same face. Who on earth is this girl? And why is she taking over my best friend's profile. :) Well soon enough I took over hers and she took over mine.
Love you soulie

FREEDOM

“All men betray. All lose heart”, I watched Braveheart back in 1995, and saw it many times more. But last night, I really watched Braveheart, and you could see my heart beating with every passing scene. Lands, homes, wives, kids, hearts, dreams but not starvation for freedom were taken away. Look around you at this very moment, what do you see? I see a land with no dreams, broken homes-hearts, kids running to lands of dreams and a nation giving its freedom away. “Lands, titles, men, power, nothing.”  This movie depicts the story of how William Wallace, lost all to gain freedom. To all you out there who follow these so called leaders, let me tell you they aren’t William Wallace. They are simply manipulators who wrap your dreams with ribbons promising to turn them into presents at the right time. “But, they do nothing but talk.” People constantly ask me, “Why on earth did you come back?” My answer is as simple as their love to their country. “I belong here”. Day by day I realize that in my beloved-destroyed mother land, the internally weak, mean, conniving bastards are the ones that are standing for love is give and take not simply take, “At last, you know what it means to hate. Now you're ready to be a king.” We live to show off, about dad’s money, my car, my house, my admirers, but we never show off our love and dedication to Lebanon, because there isn’t any. We will all die one day, and we will be remembered as the people who sold Lebanon, the traitors, and a few years down we will be forgotten. We sing the anthems, but we only know the tunes, we celebrate Independence Day, but we are not free. We are Lebanese by name but not by blood, for blood fears no one but God. Long live the thieves, prostitutes, haters, cowards etc should be Lebanon’s new anthem.

Leader

Sincerely,

MK

Inexpressible expressions

If I were to be an animal, it would be this fella

<3

Little girls strolling the streets of Zahle next to their mothers, melts my heart. I was once that little girl, a girl who held her mother’s hand as she walked through life. During those warm-safe days, my mother took me to visit the family every other day. For that, the family got accustomed to seeing our lovely faces, but that was cut short. November 2003, a day when faces got erased from expectations. Doors never rang and memories froze. They froze to the last gathering we had, both sides would sit daily and recall the wonderful moments that were shared and pray for a rapid return to save the broken hearts of lonely sisters, mothers and fathers.  That is how I feel about my family; it is an intense type of love that I cannot explain. Now ask me when I have visited them last? It has been a month or so, and living minutes away makes no sense of it. See I came back, but that little girl is forever stuck in the past.  I feel like the independence the states rooted in me, keeps my distance growing. Whenever I converse with someone about my family, I get anxious and proud feelings are expressed through my words. What type of love is that? I love you but I don’t mind not seeing you. Is it because I have spent eight years far away? Are the differences between us that grow a gap?  As I am writing this blog, a feeling of stress is creeping up on me. I cannot express how I am feeling and it seems like rubbish is filling this empty page. I am afraid the day I lose you dear family, is the day I realize how much I miss you. I wish my parents are here with me, I think if my mother held my hand, I would be walking towards my family. I chose to move to my mother land, leaving my mother behind.  It is a daily battle to wake up knowing of the unknown life I am leading, it is bitter and sweet, cold and warm, thick and thin, shallow and deep and most importantly wins and losses.  I will always be that little girl at heart, and no matter how much I miss my beautiful father, sacred mother and beloved brother I will always remain true to my feelings. And at this moment they are loving Lebanon.