Long Time.... No See (aka: chatting, taxes, شوف الواوا, and the mourning literature)

I know I have been away for a long time now. And those who have been keeping up with me are now forgetting to pass by. I don't blame them, I have almost forgotten.
To start with, I haven't been busy more than normal lately; in fact I wish I were. But there hasn't been much thing to write about. No new experiences. But I think I can come up with some new events. And I will try to summarize what was going on with me over the past two weeks or so.
First of all, I transformed to Batman. The first half of the day is killed by sleep. As I stay late till 4 or 5 AM, I am bound to wake up late too. And lately there wasn't any work for me in the morning, so I'm enjoying it. If you wanna ask what do I do at night... god bless the video chat, a totally good invention, brings close all the elements that exist, except the one you want... a sweet killer in other words.
I am done with my taxes too. Not the Syrian taxes, those do not exist really. But as a part-year employee in USA I had to file my taxes before the 15th of this month. Now that was a pain in the ass. I have read tons of forms and publications in addition to using a couple or more tax softwares, and when I thought I got it, I found out I was an asshole. It is the first time I do it myself you know. Previously accountants took care of it; they did the job, but in retrospect they sucked. I am happy to announce that I think I did it, for free too.
Sudoku has taken some of my time. Like any new toy or gadget you buy, the first weeks are spent in admiring it then the brightness fades. Sudoku is a mental game in which you have to fill empty squares with numbers. Although these puzzles seem silly but some of them are really bad. That took out some time too, but now is, as mentioned above, fading.
What else... Haifa Wehbe released her number one hit: "شوف الواوا" and in it the lyrics reads as follows:

شوف الواوا بوس الواوا خلي الواوا يصح
لما بستو طاب الواوا صار الواوا بح

In the mean time 150 million Arabs (the male Arabs) are trying to figure out were is the "wawa (pain in child's language)" and for those who don't know English, it is not the Canadian city, nor the Pennsylvania deli chain.
I consider myself good in translation, but I am unaware of any English expressions that can describe the lowness of these lyrics. But to give it a try here you go:
See my wawa, kiss my wawa, make my wawa go
When you kissed, you healed my wawa, and you made it go
Concurrently, three prominent Syrian writers have died (Al-Maghout, Al-Malouhi, and Al-Ujaili). I have grieved most for the latter being a doctor too. Looking at the course of event I think that the Haifa song and their death is not coincidental but rather causative. They were all of old ages, diseased, probably with weak heart; such a "benign" song have probably been the last straw.