Indeed the box is up and running again. I am back to that old habit of updating Tololy’s Box, to the delight of myself and the readership. After a splendid three-day-off,I am still surprised at what could happen in such a short span of time. Relating the events of the past three days would prove to be quite a trial. That so-called-social-commentator-by-Orpah Eminem’s song “guess who’s back” is playing over and over again in my head like a broken record. I cannot help but disagree with Oprah on this one but the song is expressive and adequate for the moment.

I would like to thank my readership, and quite basically every single person who reads my words, be that person a new or a regular reader. It brings me great joy to be able to connect to minds other than my own, sometimes I fail to connect to that one, you see. Another thank you note goes out to everyone who wished me a happy eid, and not to forget, anyone who wished to wish me a happy eid but could not. Now let’s cut to the chase.

From that past blog of mine I bring you what I wrote on Saturday, November 6th, 2004. I posted three entries, I probably was mentally over stimulated; a symptom not unknown to some and anonymous to others.

At 12:58 a.m. I wrote under the title “The kid in the car” the following:

Tonight, I saw a 7 year old boy in a car with his family. He held a small blue paper fan in his hand, and stretched his arm outside the window of the car so as to get the fan’s pannels to move by the gushing air. He was smiling and seemed so happy. It seemed to me as if he was in his own little world that,at that moment, revolved around the blue motion of the fan. It was small but it made him smile. I looked at him and felt happy with him. I tried to follow his facial expressions but the car he was in took a left turn and soon it was gone.

I looked up, tried to find my own source of smiles. All I saw was a tall building with a multitude of names of lawyers,doctors,people…I saw traffic lights and an ok number of people passing by chaotically. I searched for something that could bring a child-like smile to my lips, or revive one, but all I saw was a group of cars, a group of people, and a group of buildings… All too wispy.

At 10:33 p.m. under “Lollipop in my hair” :

There’s a green lollipop swinging between my previously-braced teeth, I won’t be exaggerating if I say the taste that runs in the equipped buds of mine is extreme. I’ve noticed that it’s some kind of a tendency lollipop manufacturers have, to carefully “project” exotic extremist tastes into their valuable and very often indispensable little creations. Depicting an image of “naughty” innocence, playful teasing, or say seemingly casual & child-like bounciness with a camouflaged sensual message. Isn’t that what comes to mind upon hearing this magical word? A lollipop is a yummy treat indeed. I enjoy lollipops immensely and I bet everybody else does, too. Well, maybe for different reasons.

I loved lollipops so much when I was still at school. I clearly remember a ritual I had for over a year, I used to buy a lollipop everyday after school and enjoy my little habitual treasure as I waited for the bus. One day, I mentioned lollipops in front of mom. She told me I shouldn’t “enjoy” a lollipop in the street. I don’t think I understood what that meant at the time. I got it eventually after considerable thinking and coincidental events. A lollipop in action meant so much more than just a yummy treat. That’s just sad.

This nice innovation comes in a multitude of colors & tastes. Different catchy names. “Honey ooze”,” Crazy melon”,” Fun banana”…

The funniest thing happened a while ago as I was typing this blog. I flung my arm backwards in a pensive manner, forgetting that I held a precious green lime lollipop in my hand. Yes, there is a down side to lollipops. They stick. And they are particularly good at sticking to your hair so watch it. It doesn’t matter what color, taste, or name the ‘ollipops claim, they can breed pain and pollution.

When you think of lollipops, chew over that.

The third entry was a quote, one of my favorites thus far, it read: “People say I am brainwashing people. No, I am not brainwashing people. I am certainly washing their brains - and I believe in dry cleaning.”