So we had our eleventh blogger meeting, after such a long absence. (shta2na, ma shta2to?). Of course, we lost several bloggers to the outside blogosphere (due to that little thing that was going on in the past month), but we got to meet new faces kamein. Politics, politics and politics were on the menu, but also original questions like: "what was your loudest explosion?", "night bombs and entertainment", "how I got back home on the night of July 12th". Doha complained her (ehem ehem) sister controls the computer at home, Kodder talked about his fifth blog (title: occupation, url: jamal's comment section), Bob had a new version of "The Story", Linalone recounted 1001 diversions to do when spending the six hours from Tripoli to Beirut, Jamal got to the place at 6:38:22, Ana Min Beirut was the perfect gentleman and a true optimist, Unruly Spring explained how "ma sadda2et kif rej3et 3a libnen" and yours truly was a victim of unjust accusations. Here's what happened from Kodder's point of view. w kil meeting w into bkheir!
Date: Friday August 24, 2006
Time: 6: 33pm
Running thru the maze of downtownia for days without any food or shelter, I finally found the Lina's lair; it was in the middle of nowhere, protected by zombies wearing white who were everything they can to stop me from reaching the meeting point where my fellow warriors were holding ground. After a few minutes of tedious search I found them: there were 3 young ladies protecting their parameters bravely against all zombies who were trying constantly to lure them and make them order something, with all fancy zombie talks and magic books with magic orders in them.I quickly ran and sat next to them, but I was very weak and I starting reading in the magic books.Soon we were joined by 3 other warriors and 1 lady shortly but seems the more we are the more easily surrendered to the power of the books... we ordered,the zombies have won the battle.
While the magic orders were controlling us preventing us from functionning normally the zombies were deploying their second plan: controlling the weather. It was getting colder and colder, the group was getting weaker, and magic orders made some of us talk fast and loud on some sort of magical beings called Zou'amas that controlled things called sects, and those sects have powerful effects on people, they make them morphe into brainless zombies and follow the Zou'amas blindly.Luckily we were impenetrable by the magical affects of the sects, maybe because we are warriors, maybe because we think differently or maybe because we have a good will.
The cold was unbearable, one of our ladies who were tought some white magic while she was young tried to lure one of the zombies to fix the weather a bit so we can survive. But of course the evil zombie only smiled at her and did nothing. One of our warriors who were very skimply clothed, even tried to initiate a gay body warming party(probably because of the trance that the magic orders put him into) but he quickly snapped out of it.
At the end of the night our bodies seemed to have developed some sort of natural immunity against the black magic surrounding the place and we finally had the power to leave where warm weather had awaited us.
It was a good fight my fellow warriors, may the winds of the north keep up safe till our next battle with evil.