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Only When They're Dead

لم لا نحتفي بالذي نحب إلا في آخر أيامه؟
لم لا نشعر بقيمة الشخص ونذكر محاسنه إلا عندما يأخذه الموت؟

Laish?

ليش كل ما شفته بالمواقف، أخوره بالسواقه؟ يا أدعم ، يا أركب الرصيف؟
ليش كل ما شفته بالشارع، ألاقي نفسي لاحقته؟
ليش لما أشوفه ماشي جدامي، ما أقدر أطل بوجهه؟
ليش مرته من جنبي، تحسسني أنه لمني
ليش لما أشوفه، مزاجي ينقلب وردي
ليش ريحة عطره تجنني وتخليني أنسى نفسي
ليش أذكر انه مره حبني، وأنسى أنه



مرات هدني

Mrs. Tais (2)

حكايات موزه وخضره

خضره والتيس البربري

خضره: ما بك تبكين يا موزه؟

موزه: أبكي على حالي، اني أفتقد أبو جراح كثيرا

خضرة: ماذا؟ هل جننت؟ تبكين على رجل وعدك بالزواج ولم يفي بوعده؟ تبكين على رجل صبرت عليه وعلى علله وعقده سنين طوال؟

موزه: نعم سنين طوال، هذه هي المشكلة، كيف تتوقعين مني أن أنسى رجل كان جزء أساسي من حياتي، لقد أمضيت معه أيام أطول من أيامك مع زوجك، هذه عشرة عمر

خضرة: وكيف لك الحق بأن تقارني نفسك معي، لم يكن بينك وبينه شيء سوى حلم، أما أنا فلا، أنا لدي طفل، الا تفهمين؟

موزة: كم أنت حسودة، هل تحسدينني على كوني غير متزوجة؟ انت التي لم تصبري على زوجك، انت التي تركتيه، لم يكن هناك خداع، لم تصدمي بحلم لم يتحقق

خضرة: يا أيتها البلهاء، أنت مازلت بنت والأمل لديك مازال موجود مع واحد أفضل، أنا لدي طفل، ألا تفهمين؟

موزة: أنت جربت الزواج، جربت الحب الحقيقي ولو لم يدم، أنت لبست الفستان الأبيض، تم اختيارك من ضمن عشرات من الفتيات، أنت ذهبت لشهر العسل، زرتي بلدان الشرق الأقصى، أنت كنت بين يدي رجل وسيم أحبك، حملت منه، ولدت، رضعت و شعرت بمعنى الأمومة، أنت كما تعايرني زميلتي المطلقة،،،على الأقل جربت الزواج

خضرة تصرخ وتبكي حرقة: احمدي ربك على النعمة التي أنت فيها، قصتك تعتبر لا شيء بالنسبة لقصتي، لا شيء، وان كنت تتحدثين عن الذرية، فما هي فائدة ذرية من زوج أكرهه، من زوج اتمنى الانفصال عنه اليوم قبل غد، ولدي سيعيش من دون أب

موزة: هذا خطؤك، اصبري على زوجك، ما هو ذنب ابنك الذي سيعيش من دون أب، هل ستيتمينه ووالده على قيد الحياة، الكثير من الزيجات مستمرة من أجل الأبناء، أنا اعتقدت بأنني ليلى وحلمت بتيس هيأ لي بأنه قيس طيلة عشرة سنوات، أنت التي يجب عليها أن تصحو من حلمها القيسي وتتقبل تيسها الذي بين يديها، ليست مشكلة كبيرة ان كنت تكرهي رائحة زوجك، ألم تقل لك د. فوزية دريع بأن تحبيه فتتغير رائحته، ألم أشتري لك عطر الفيرمون لكي يوقظ أحاسيسك، كتاب مارس وفينوس المترجم مازال مستلقيا على منضدتك المغبرة، قلت لك ألفي مره بأن تقرئيه لكي تتعرفي على عقلية الرجال

خضرة: أنا التي تريدينها أن تتعلم عن عقلية الرجال أم أنت؟ ألم أعلمك بأن الرجل ان لم يقل لك بأنه يحبك فلن يقولها طوال عمره؟ صبرت واحتسبت اليوم الذي سيقول فيه بأنه يحبك الى أن اكتشفت بأنك كنت مجرد تيله، يرمي بها باصبعه يمينا وشمالا على مبتغاه، وفي النهاية، رماها بكل عنف حتى انكسرت، انظري الى معدتك المتفوخه وكأنها طمباخية

موزه: هذا سوشي، أنت تعلمين بأن العيش يتفخ بطني

خضره: ها ها، هذا من قولونك العصبي، اليوم عصبي، وغدا الله يستر، كل العلاقات التي بداياتها مرض، نهايتها
موت

موزه: أعوذ بالله، طول عمرك متشائمة

خضرة: على الأقل تشاؤمي ساعدني بتقبل مصيري المر، لم أنصدم مثلك بالحياة


وبعد بضعة أيام، اتصلت خضره بموزة قرابة نصف الليل تصيح وتشكي عيشتها المره مع زوجها، ولكن موزه سئمت من سماع قصصها المتكررة، تظاهرت بالسماع الى أن بدأت بالشخير، خضرة ظلت تنادي من الجانب الآخر من السماعة ولكن دون جدوى

وفي صباح اليوم التالي، تلقت موزه خبر وفاة خضرة، فلقد سمعها زوجها تشكوه على الهاتف، فانهال عليها بالضرب وهو قائل: ألم أقل لك بأن تكتمي سر ضربي لك عن أسرتك؟

وهكذا، علمت موزه بأن المعاناة التي عانت منها خضره و ظنتها سخيفة، كانت معاناة تهدد حياتها، لم تبلغ أهلها بمدى هول مشكلتها، خوفا على حياتها، كل ما طالبت به هو الحصول على الطلاق وحتى الخلع، ولكن لم تكن هناك أذن تسمع، وكيف لها أن تسمع ان كانت جاهلة بحقيقة الواقع

لم يسمع الأهل نداء ابنتهم، ولم تعترف الابنه بالضرب الذي تعرضت له، الاهانة والذل وخوفها على صحة أهلها من خبر سيء كهذا، بالاضافة الى الخوف من معرفة زوجها من نقلها الخبر، اسكتها

موزه الآن تربي ابن خضرة، عيناه الحزينه تذكراها بأختها دائما، موزه تحاول جاهدة اطفاء شخصيته العنيفة جراء فقده لوالدته، وتعيش على ذكرى يوم حب عاشته معتقدة بأن حبيبها كان (ومازال) يحبها

The Monkey (1)

I Hid My Ass

Thanks to Q\'s post (read through bloglines). I just realized that I was blocked from blogspot! shakoooo fastelco blocked blogspot!!! I thought my pc had a mal function all day. NOW I KNOW!

AND thanks to bomaryoum\'s post. I hid my ass and finally was able to post and see blogs again.

This reminds me of our fellow emaratis when flickr was banned from them. UUGGHHHHH

I AM MAD.

She Just Knew

Sister: "Can you believe that I teared today over Sheikh Jaber's death?"

We were all shocked by the early morning news the day Sheikh Jaber died except my sister. She was in the toilet when her mobile rang three times, a thing that caused her horror as it definitely meant bad news. So as soon as she left the toilet she yelled: "WHAT’S WRONG?" And when I told her that Sheikh Jaber died her response was: "ASHWA,Thank God!"

I thought that that was very insensitive but she explained that she thought that it was one of our ill family members.
We all watched TV, and read the news, but nothing, I MEAN NOTHING moved her. She was very pleased with the 3 day vacation we had.

So today, she confessed that she nearly cried over a TV program at AL Ray channel. She heard a young girl who lost her father during the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait. She was only 4 months old back then. So, she grew up without a father but Baba Jaber. She said that "He was a father to me. I never felt the need for anyone or anything; his words, his support, his tender fatherly look, and his continuous care". Sheikh Jaber was a father to all the children of martyrs and prisoners of war.

My sister was finally moved, and so was I. The thing is, we never feel the importance of people until we loose them. I feel a gap now, I cried when I heard the news, and I still tear whenever I hear or read about him. I never knew I'd feel this way; it’s a big loss to Kuwait.

Mr. Frog

How come no one told me that my frog is cute? OK, here's a repost (ghasbin 3alaikom timde7oona) ;p

“Mirror mirror on the wall” Flamingoliya said, “who’s the fairest of us all?”. “You, Flamingoliya” the mirror replied.

“Then why am I single, dear mirror?” Flamingoliya said. “Because your beauty shines, and according to Freud beauty that shines; to good men blinds”.

“Oh” Flamingoliya said. “What should I do dear mirror on the wall?”. “Take this frog, and raise it the way you want your dream man to be and then at a desperate night at a farm far away from sight hold the frog on your right, but not too tight. Give him a bite that is slight then a knight will appear and release your inner fright. He will cherish you forever and your future from then will always be bright”.

“Thank you dear mirror on the wall, from this night, the frog shall be raised according to my delight”.

Baba Jaber

ولدت ونشأت على أن الكويت هي ديرتي و جابر هو قائدنا

قبل 15 سنة صحوني الساعة 9 صباحا من النوم لاخباري بأن الكويت احتلت

قبل 11 ساعة وأنا أصارع نفسي في الفراش لكي أقوم للدوام وصلتني رسالة تقولي بأن شيخنا توفى والدوامات عطلت

الكويت رجعت بعد ستة أشهر

الدوام سيرجع بعد يومين

ولكن جابر لن يرجع

رحمة الله عليه

Hijab

Hijab
Originally uploaded by flamingoliya.

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BBS

My Second Graders
Originally uploaded by DennisSylvesterHurd.

Are you in this picture?

Fulla bil Bayader

اعلان هام

بعد نزول باربي الفله السوق بحلتها الجديدة قبل بضعة أيام، دهشت اليوم حين وجدتها قد انضمت لجمعية بيادر السلام، ما أدري منو قص عليها

والغريب في ذلك، هو اعلان تحسين شعرها، كنت طوال هذه المدة معتقدة بأنها قرعه، لا أعلم مالسبب، أليس اعلان تحسينه نوع من الاغراء للياي والرايح

لا أعلم كيف حسنوه، أو أي بلسم استخدمت، ولكن أكيد اذا عرفت، سوف أعلن عنه في البوست القادم في كوزمو

الذي يصادف فله، خل ينصحها بأنها في خطر، لا أريدها أن تصبح صوفية

Singles' Reunion

N and I were best friends since high school. We haven’t been talking much in the last few years. We only met at funerals. Today I was calling my other friend and N picked up the phone. I recognized her voice and realized that I dialed the wrong number. It’s been years since I last called her, especially at her home telephone number so the mistake wasn’t expected at all.

We both kept asking “who’s speaking?” although I was the one who called. A friend whom I haven’t called in years; I had to find a way not to make her realize that I dialed the wrong number.

We talked and talked. Each one of us told what she went through in brief. We’ve been to the same country in the summer; we both went through the exact same drama in love life. And we both and at the same timing came to a conclusion that living single isn’t that bad. We both feel obligation free. Our married friends even envy us for being single.

I had constant dreams of her. It usually happens to me with close friends who I love but am away from. So while I was listening to all the events that she went through, I was at the same time matching them with the dreams I had. It felt like deja vu.

I am so glad I dialed the wrong number and got a chance to talk to her. Old friends have their special place in my heart no matter how different we grow. We always have our memories that bind us. Through the years we were apart, she was always on my mind; I knew that she was just a phone call away when ever I needed. I felt so happy today and I regret not contacting her earlier.

P.S. I will reply to the comments on previous posts soon. Sorry for the delay.

Fashion News

Hey girls! Fulla has a new Abaya! :P

Here's a picture showing the old model for those who aren't up to date with fashion!

On this occasion, I would like to express my deepest admiration to mit7ajbat girls who seem to be the happiest this season being able to wear their knee high boots with short skirts.

You look silly!

I am sure that if it weren't for people's talk, they would've worn those sets in summer too.

Even those wearing their hijabs the way girls on MBC4 are wearing them, those are super models and there's no way your side tied hijab competes with theirs.

Oh and please, you can show off your rings or other jewelry, but there's no need for you to show us your ear lobe and your XXXL earrings.

Recently viewed alien sightings:

1. A lady fully dressed with a skirt, body, and jacket, AND niqab only without abaya.

2. Some ladies wearing a new abaya model with low waste cut!!! I didn't dare to take a shot for you, but will definitely do it if Fulla gets to wear one.

What's in Your Name?

My mother wanted to name me Basma (smile) when I was first born, but my dad didn't like the name. And since we live in a society where men are domineering, he won the game. He called me by a name of his choice.

Now, when I ask mom why she didn't fight for the name Basma, wanting to tease her for being dominated, she tells me that I used to be heavy blooded and rarely smiled. Thus, she does not regret not calling me Basma.

She thinks that the name Dam3a (tear) would've fit more.

My current name is a happy one too. People can't tell if I'm happy, because I hide my smile. Maybe if they had named me Basma I wouldn't have became so gloomy looking.

I do believe that names affect personality. Check out this link click click and find out what your name tells about you. And don't forget to tell me if what you read fits you or not. Let's study together our names and their effects.

Have a nice vacation, and please, always keep a Basma (smile) on your face. A Basma produces happy hormones, but don't do it overly because it increases wrinkles.

4 posts at a time, I'm suddenly inspired.

LOLing

Do you actually Laugh Out Loud every time you type LOL?

A friend asked me this question while chatting, and I had to come up with a logical explanation since I don’t LOL for real at all times.

Now..

He told me we will be always together
I told him "ask your mother"

He told me "I want to be your brother"
I told him "go ask another"

Now, he sees me
and I see him

Now,

our love is stronger than ever

Proving

He used to tell me that love doesn't exist
She used to tell me that there's no happy love

I used to insist that love exists
I used to dream of happy love, though I suffered

He proved me wrong
I proved her right

It's Winter Time

مبروك حلول فصل الشتاء

I just turned off my AC

For Flickraholics

or any one who's interested in photography. Don't miss out the photography exhibition click click

Cool & Romantic

This appartment catches my attention everytime I drive down the Gulf Road. There are always people in the balcony over looking the sea. Romantic Neons, don't you think?

This biker caught my attention. He was an old man wearing the full kuwaiti attire of dishdasha and qitra. I drove as fast as I could to take a shot, and this is what I came up with. Bummer, I wanted to read what was written on the back of his seat. They were 3 words, the last one was Za7ma!

What a cool old guy.

Khattaba in the toilet

I found this sticker on the toilet wall at marina cresent

a call card for a khattaba/match maker! khooosh mokan!

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I Met Me

I am an indecisive person. A thing that is difficult most when shopping. My friends and family hate going out with me because I always keep them waiting for long. Some times I even end up buying nothing because I just couldn’t decide. I know that this is too much but that’s me no matter how I try to change. If I make up my decision fast enough, I end up regretting it and go back for a refund or an exchange.

Today, I met me. I had a strange encounter with someone with the same case. She was checking out some walking/singing teddy bears at the toys corner. They looked fun and cute so I stood there watching. She asked me which one I thought fit best for a one year old baby boy. She needed advice and I was there to help. We shopped a little together and she showed me all the toys she liked. It’s true that I can’t make up my own decisions but when it comes to people, I can decide in no time and they always turn out to be the perfect decisions. My friends even get mad sometimes when they end up ruining their budget and I, the one who helped them choosing, end up buying nothing.

I left the lady and went on shopping. It was a large place and on my way back, I saw her at the exact same place! That’s when the bell rang. That is me. That is how people see me. I checked out the whole shopping place while she was still in the same area trying to make a decision. Oh my god I can’t be like this. This is pathetic.

So I walked by her side and asked her why she was still shopping there. This time she was looking for a girl’s gift. She was holding two very similar puzzle games and couldn’t decide on one. So I told her that I liked the third one on the shelf. She said that she liked it too, but maybe that’s how we as adults see it, and not a 6 year old girl. Also, the girl liked green and that was blue. The two puzzles she was holding were green, so she wasn’t left with too many options for her to stand there for long. I told her to choose one and to take the whole set of matching bag and note book. She loved the idea, although they were there infront of her all this time but couldn’t think about it. That’s the typical me. I felt sorry for her and for myself. It’s really tiring and shopping for others makes it worse. You have to think of their age, their likes and dislikes; a thing that seems difficult especially when we can’t decide on our own liking.

I tried to be of help as much as I could because I felt her frustration. How many times I wished my mom, sister, or friend were there for an opinion.

He Confessed

Me: Da3ait lee?

6abakh: Ee misa3 ana salli fog. Ana galb mal ana hibbak enta walla.
Hatha kanoon ehni lazim cham ya3ti 3ashan zawaj (mahar)?

Me: mako qanoon. Rajal wajed foloos ya3ti marah wajed foloos. Bas ako rajal eshwayya foloos, ya3ti marah eshwayya foloos.

6abakh: sij?! 3ayal mafi mushkil enta!

Ana fi bangladish lazim marah ya3ti rajjal. Etha marah abyath oo hilow, mafi mushkil, maya3ti rajjal foloos, aw ya3ti eshwayya.

Bas ako marah aswad, oo mo hilow, lazim ya3ti rajjal wajid foloos.

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A One Year Old Autobiography

This time last year

I was introduced to the blog world by my sister. I wanted to write anonymously, so I found refuge in writing poems. She was around, and I had to keep my posts vague. In a matter of days, I’ve become hooked. I was obsessed with blogger’s profiles. I couldn’t sleep without posting.


I started my memoirs of a single girl series. I wrote about work disappointments. I wrote about people’s pains. I wrote about children’s pains.

I shared my joy, I shared my pain. I joined forces with the wonderful Kuwaiti single girls. I was imaginative sometimes, but I was mostly real.

No matter how silly I sounded, you were there. You heard me gossip, you heard me wail. You un-huffed me.

I dated, and I got engaged. I was drawn by Ray, and I was caught by my sister.



I had a year full of surprises. I lost friends, I lost loves. Blogging was one of the things I gained. I met wonderful people and my life has changed. I feel no more different. I feel no more incomplete. I send my love to you all.




Fart Support Campaign Dedicated to A3sab

Wishful 6abakh

I gave 6abakh (a farrash at work) something. He mumbled something like "lasuirghxjuvleugncylsgdfysldnrgvlaibugylefixcbg" as he left. So I called him back and asked him about what he said. He said "ana gool Allah sawwi enta zawaj sor3a sor3a" and left giggling.

Lavender

Update! False Alarm!

I received the news earlier by a text message from a friend. But now another friend who's a frequent customer called to make an appointment and the secretary answered! So, lavender is still open!

She asked about what happened and the secretary said that she's been getting calls all day from people asking about the same thing.

So it appears to be just a rumor and apparently from people wanting to ruin their reputation.

Sorry girls, I should've made sure before posting, my apologies.




My earlier post:
Lavender for massage at Al Muhallab Complex (Hawalli) has been shut down. They had SPY CAMS.
Shocking news is that it's owned by a Doctor!

Memoirs of a Single Girl (5)

مذكرات عانس 5

إنسي أمر الزواج

أنا: الأولى تجوزت، والتانيه تجهزت، والتالته خطبوها، خطبوها تعززت
هذه الأغنية تتماشى مع الخبرالسعيد الذي قلتيه، مبروك خطبة أختك

هي: الله يبارك فيك

قالتها وهي منخفضة الرأس، وعلى وجهها نظرة حزينة
استغربت من مزاجها، لم تلك النظرة الحزينة، صحيح أنها غير متزوجه حتى الآن، ولكن هذا لا يمنع من أن تكون سعيدة لأختها الصغرى
راودتني كعادتي شكوك في نفسي إن كنت قد أسأت لها بكلمة ما، ولكني كنت شديدة الحرص على عدم قول الفأل لك لعلمي بأنها قد ملت سماعها سنين طوال من الناس حولها وخصوصا في الأعراس أو حين تلقي خبر خطبة

أنا: ما بك يا صاحبتي، ألست سعيدة بخطبة أختك

هي: بالطبع نعم، ولكن

أنا: ولكن ماذا

هي: أبي

أنا: عسى ما شر

هي: أبي بارك لأختي التي خطبت، وتمنى الفأل لأختي الأخرى آخر العنقود، أما أنا، فلا

أنا: لماذا

نطقتها بكل استغراب ثم بدأت أحاسب نفسي لعدم تمني الفأل لها

هي: بالضبط، أنا إستغربت أكثر منك، فسألته مباشرة وماذا عني أنا، أليس لي حق في تمنيك

هنا لمحت دمعة في عينيها، تحاول جاهدة أن تخفيها بتوجيه نظرها للفوق تارة، ومن ثم للأرض لتكمل سرد قصتها

قال لي: أنت، أنت عديمة الفائدة

هنا لم أستطع كبح جماح نفسي فقاطعتها قائلة

أنا: ماذا، مع كل إحترامي لوالدك، ولكن،،، ولكن لم هذا القول

هي: هو يراني كبرت وقد طافني القطار، أما أختي فهي صغيرة، ولديها كل الميزات التي تؤهلها للزواج المبكر، ومن المؤكد أن تكون هي التالية، مما يجعلها مغترة بنفسها حتي علي، تخيلي، أنا أختها الكبرى
وأنهى أبي كلامه قائلا: إنسي أمر الزواج أو حتى الحلم به

لقد حزنت كثيرا لصاحبتي وخصوصا بأنها لا تقل جمالا عن أختها، ولكن نفسها الخجولة، الطيبه والمسالمة هي التي جعلت أخواتها تتفوقن عليها
وهكذا حطم الأب كل ذرة أمل كانت تمتلكها، هي ليست ناقصة، ولكن القدر لعب دوره أيضا في تلقيها خطاب ليسوا من أصلهم ولا فصلهم

أنا أستغرب من سماح الأب بأن تظل إبنته عانس على أن يزوجها بشخص ليس من قبيلتهم، وإن كان هذا الأمر لابد منه، فهل مصيرها العيش وحيدة تتلقى الإهانات من كل جانب، حتى من أقرب الناس لها، سندها وعضدها، أبيها


اللعنه على كل قانون إخترعه بني أدم لكي يفرق بينهم


تمنيت بأن أقول لها أهربي مع من تريدين ولكن
كيف أقول لها ذلك وهي أصلا متربية على دين إخترعه قومها، قانونه ينص على وجوب إجتياز الخطيب إختبار معايير الأصل والفصل مع السماح بغض البصر عن بعض أوصافه أو خلقه


هي تعاني، نعم، ولكنها متشبعة بنهج عشيرتها


وفي النهاية، اسمحوا لي بأن أتحفكم بمعلومة صغيرة تناقض فحوى القصة


أم صاحبتي لا تنتمي لا لعشيرتهم، ولا لدمهم، لا لأصلهم، ولا حتى لبلدهم

أم صاحبتي تأتي من بلد بعيد، شعبه يتحدث بلغة غير مفهومة، ويعبد إلها غير إلهنا

ولكنها ما شاء الله تعرف قوانين شعبنا أكثر مني ومنكم، وتحفظ منهج عشيرة زوجها على أكمل وجه وتطبقه بالكمال والتمام

عاش شعب يحلل لنفسه ما يحرم لغيره

آه عليك يا صاحبتي

مذكرات عانس 4

I'm No Giant

I went to Munira Complex (opposite to Marks&Spencer) where they have a shop called (My Size). I heard that they have XL shoes. So I went to check it out for the first time. And guess what sizes they have? Not just XL! But XXXL!

Most shops have 41 as their biggest size and very few ones have 42. But this one OMG they start with 43 till 46! Imagine! Yes it is true and I am not kidding!

I stood there startled and started my usual nosey questions like “do you have customers who buy these sizes?” so the information I got from the salesperson is the following:

They get many customers especially as the salesperson described them “men who are like females. They like wearing women’s shoes and they can’t find them anywhere else”.

I immediately remembered the actor Abdul Nasser Darweesh who usually performs as a female and always wondered where he got his shoes from. So she said yes, we get actors too.

The shop has been open for four years.

There was a pair of golden high heels that Oprah Winfrey wears, she said.

Their shoes are made in USA, china, and Indonesia. The pricing ranges between 20 and KD45 which is rather expensive compared to their quality.

Just before I left, I took their card “in case of an emergency” and walked out feeling so petite. It was the first time I’ve ever been to a shoe store where all shoes are bigger than my size.

Oh yes, it feels goooooood.

Life Lessons

"I will meet you yesterday"
"I saw you tomorrow"

You see what’s wrong with these sentences?

I made fun of someone and now I am infected!

The lesson leared: Never, never laugh or make fun of anybody!

**************

On behalf of myself and my species, I am sorry to have caused you THE HORROR

First it was the Oil Spill
Then it was Mad Cow
Now it’s Bird Flu
I wonder what’s next
I hope NOT CHOCOLATE

Yours, Na77ama

Loan

Can you believe that someone took a loan to make girge3an for her kids?

CAN YOU?

I can't, but it's true :/

R U KABAYAN?

Weird things happening these days..

I got an SMS from an anonymous number saying: (I'm typing it the same way I received it)

SMS:Hi, how r u?
Me: who’s this?
SMS:Im Shayne, U remember me?
Me: Shayne who?
SMS: Shayne lopez. R u mr William Briton? The frend of bel? If nt then may I knw u? If u dnt mind.
Me: I only know jenifer lopez ;) so I guess it’s a wrong number dear.
SMS: Hahaha! Im sori, maybe now u got 2 lopez’s Shayne & jennfr. Can we be frends dear?

I didn’t reply..

SMS: What nationality r u? R u my KABAYAN?

Is this a new way of meeting people?

Go away, leave me alone

I was in the midst of my morning tight sleep after spending the whole night catching up with blogs and replying to old comments. I woke up at around 10 and switched on my mobile. My mobile beeped; it was a voice message from my boss. OMG mo rathya etkhaleeni at`hanna eb ejazty. She wanted me to call her for an extremely important issue. Do I feel important or what?

Timaqqa6t in bed trying to ignore her, but I couldn’t do it. Shasawi, 3indi thameer. I know she dared to call because she knows I’m single and probably mitsharqida in bed doing nothing. Yeah, she’s one of those who envy me for not having any responsibilities. Many times she wanted to give me Homework but I decline. She assumes that people like me don’t need vacation or don’t need rest at home.

And so I called, back to my thameer 7ay. I did it because I couldn’t fall asleep again. She greeted me with “embarak 3alailch el shahar”. Imagine! And so I replied with the same. And then she interrupted and changed it to “3eedich embarak, taqabbal Allah 6a3tich”. It seemed that I wasn’t the only one sleeping.

She asked me about something so silly and accused me of some work she thought I did wrong. Only to get a call from her after 3 hours telling me I was right.

And so, my morning plans were messed up and didn’t achieve anything.

Sadia Party

Following Sadia cat diaries...

Sadia cat had a slumber party the next day. She turned out to be a mean cat just like what Salted-caramel said. I was sad that she didn’t invite me over and couldn’t sleep that night thinking what was wrong with me. So I started my yahoo search and found this quiz ; I turned out to be a Persian cat (no wonder my hair falls out).

I am now looking for new friends, are there any Persian cats out there?

My Eid kiss

I was never kissed by a man; other than my close relatives of course. But today, the 3rd day of Eid was special. I got almost kissed by a handsome guy.

I was at some co-op checking out Immac wax strips; when a handsome guy around 20 of age came to me smiling and greeting me with “salamu alaikom”. A guy I’ve never seen in my entire life. He extended his hand for a hand shake while I stood there frozen like a chicken. He leaned forward and wanted to kiss. I froze even more. I was gob smacked. All I was thinking was who he is. Do I know him? Is it polite to hold back the hand shake and the kiss? Should I kiss him back? I didn’t utter a word. I didn’t even ask who he is. I did not move. The only answer I got was this must be the hidden camera show. You know after this Ramadan series of “Sadooh” expect the unexpected, expect sexual harassment. Except this time the actor is young, clean, and handsome.

When the guy saw no response, he leaned back, pushed his cart wheel and went away repeating “salamu alaikom”. I stayed frozen there without a single move watching him as he left and looking around for superman to rescue me from the fright I was in or for the candid camera to show up. A woman came my way telling her daughters “poor man, he’s sick; maskeen mo sa7i”. That’s when my head bulb lit. I walked slow trying to feel at ease again then spotted a man with a cart wheel coming my way again. I wasn’t 100% sure if it was him or not but I felt like I couldn’t stay there anymore. So I ran out of the co-op and bought nothing.

The idea that the guy might be sick didn’t cross my mind because they usually don’t look young and neat. So I only thought that he might be acting this way to get a kiss from me.

Whatever his case was, it’s hard to judge and difficult to control the reaction in such situations. Thank God it was at clear day light at a co-op and not some dark out of sight area.



On another note, how come when I was at the SAS hotel entrance the man in the car in front of me got just a car security check plus my family in the other two cars? While when it was my turn, a Kuwaiti security man came out of his cabinet and asked for my civil ID card? Do I look suspicious or what?

Sadia Home Delivery

Eat me purrr. I'm delicious.



Really delicious.

Full of pride, and I taste better than chicken.

The Monkey

حكايات موزه وخضره

أم موزه تنظر الى ابنتها وتقول

الأم،، والله بشرتك حلوه

موزه تبتسم، تختفي عينيها، تظهر قمازاتها، ويحمر وجهها وتقهقه وتقول

موزه،، يمه، صج

الأم تنظر بكل اعجاب وتقول

الأم،، والله وجهك نضر، بشرتك حلوه، خدودك ورديه، اسنانك تتلامع

موزه تلف وجهها يمينا ويسارا من الخجل لا تدري كيف تعبر عن فرحتها، فتدس وجهها بين ركبتي والدتها، تمسح عليهما وتقهقه وهي في قمة سعادتها وتسأل مره أخرى

موزه،، يمه، صج، صج

الأم هنا تؤكد كلامها

موزه تحاول شرح الموضوع لتقنع نفسها بأنها حلوه أو لربما تبرر مصدر هذه الحلاة

موزه،، نعم، هذا من نور الايمان، هذا من الأكل الذي يورد خدي، هذا من الكبة والتشريبه


هنا تتدخل خضره أخت موزه وتقول

خضره،، هذا كله من كريم البشرة الجديد الذي تستخدمينه

هنا موزه بدأت تفكر، وكأن تعليق أختها الذي بدا اما واقعي أو ينم عن غيره، أيا كان الأمر، موزه حادثت نفسها تحاول معرفة الحقيقة، تحادث نفسها وتقول بصمت

موزه،، هل أنا حقا حلوه، أم أن القرد بعين أمه غزال

مقوله كانت دائما ترددها لها خضره سنين طوال

I Want a Poet

أريده شاعرا

أريد زوجا شاعرا
شكل نزار قباني يعجبني وهو يكتب شعره
وهو يتغنى به
وهو يتغزل به

ولكن

ماذا لو افتضح نفسه
ماذا لو اكتشفت خيانته
أو ظهر نوعا من البغض

هل سأصدق كلامه بأن نصف الشعر خيال
أم سأصدق حدسي ويدق ناقوس الخطر

أظنني لست بأفضل من زوجة نزار قباني
أظنها صبرت كثيرا

أنا والصبر أعداء
لا
لا أريد شاعرا

The count down had begun

The more I grow up, the more I learn about men, the less I want to stick with a man for the rest of my life through marriage.
Now I understand what men mean by wanting to marry a young woman in her late teens. Now I know what they mean by wanting to mold her. Oh yes now I know. Because I don’t think I can get molded now.



I surprise myself with late night inspirations. I know that if I hadn’t written all of the above instantly, I wouldn’t have made it at a later time.

High heels and I

I confess that I have powers or in Kuwaiti terms, bad eyes. I for starters don’t like high heels especially the very thin and very high ones. I think they look cheap and I hate the sound of them. The last high heels I bought had that sound which I hated so I stuck a piece of rubber underneath to prevent the sound.
So to cut the story short, I noticed that whenever I lay my eyes on high heels, the woman trips. Believe me it is not intentional. I swear that it is not. She either trips or her shoes fall. It reached a point that one of my victims had a humpty dumpty great fall. She couldn’t move her feet. She was taken by the ambulance and stayed 2 or 3 weeks at home. She sprained her knees.

I thought that my problem was only with high heels. But, last time I went to the co-op two couples were walking in front of me heading for their car. I was pissed at the man who was totally dependent on his wife. She was pushing the cart wheel full of groceries with her baby seated on the baby seat too. So what happened? Suddenly things started falling from the cart wheel and the husband started colleting cucumbers and the rest of the vegetables which were placed at the bottom of the cart wheel.

I tried to test my powers if they work intentionally like for people who deserve it or people I don’t like but it didn’t work. It all works unconsciously.

Car Crash

Every now and then, I find out that my car has been crashed. When or where? How or by whom? I don’t know. I just fixed my broken light shield a few weeks ago, only to find today that the other is broken too.
I’ve been getting such crashes since I bought my car. I don’t know whether there’s something wrong with my car for getting such sudden crashes, and therefore buy a new one or if this is common in Kuwait.

Two weeks ago I decided to buy a new car, only to get hit the next morning. Was it a sign for me to insist on buying one or the opposite?

The Street Cat

Three days ago I saw a cat lying on the left side of the highway. It appeared to be dead and the reason of death was definitely a car crash. I thought of dialing the emergency number 777 but I wasn’t sure if they’d help as they never helped me. The next day I saw her in the same place but her body was half way squeezed. Yesterday, I saw her bones. And today, I saw her hair only.

She’s been lying there for four days and who knows, I might see her even tomorrow.

When I was driving back home today, thinking of this event I almost crashed a cat but turned away at the last minute. Was it the heaven's vengeance or the dead cat’s curse?

The maid and the doctor

I took our maid today to the doctor. Both her hands were inflamed because of the use of soap. When the doctor saw her, he gasped and said bluntly “What happened to you? What have you done to yourself?!” I didn’t like the way he uttered those words. It sounded like an accusation. Of course she doesn’t understand Arabic so I explained to him in defense!

I despised the doctor for the way he treated her. He ruined the picture I had in mind last time I checked with him when he was surprised at my age. He thought I was twelve years younger and that I entered with another’s civil ID! It was the best compliment I got this year.

Doctors here don’t treat domestic manpower well. For this reason a friend of mine took her maid to a private hospital just to get a proper treatment; a thing that didn’t work there either. To the contrary, they were surprised at how come she was paying for her treatment while she can get it for free. In the end, my friend herself found out what her maid suffered from by guessing because the maid had the same symptoms my friend had one day. And guess what? It turned out to be a serious disease that caused sever pain.

This ill treatment reached the extent that once our maid fell unconscious and when the paramedics arrived they did nothing and told us that she must be pretending. They wouldn’t even touch her or carry her until they finally realized that she was really unconscious! What they did was to use one of our perfumes and when it didn’t work they carried her to hospital with the help of our other maid! Yeah, two men couldn’t carry her alone although she wasn’t fat.

Ligga7

1. New vocab:
Sayyid Shamshoon = Bart Simpson

2. Our maid thinks ligga7 water is wine.

3. A Kuwaiti actress reminds me a lot of Khathooga. Guess who she is?

4. Su7oor tip:
Drink KDD chocolate milk before dawn.

Ramadan Update

1. I’ve become a TV addict.
2. I’m in love with Nizar Qabbani.

أشوه يعرض اخر الليل، لتهدء نفسي وأعصابي بعد التعرض للتلوث الضوضائي والبصري من مشاهدة ممثلات الخليج

This is my impression of Khaleeji actress’

Hisham makes me laugh by the end of the day too after watching too much Khaleeji drama.


عمري ما تحليت على اللهجة السعودية الا بعد سماع هشام

لا أستطيع تقبل تركي كأمير القلوب بعد فشله في برنامج الوادي، شخصيتان متناقضتان تماما

4. I cooked! (had to compete with MsBaker, Equalizer and Ray) Puff pastry filled with mint and cheddar cheese. It was easy but spreading the dough gave me a back ache right after having a massage session (wrong timing).


5. Made a change in my dream man quality list:
Shifted (a good masseur) from (blessing category) in to (essentials).

6. I couldn’t stop giggling when I said hello to a colleague. It was a confusing situation as I didn’t know what to say. She told us that she had a (la7miyya) operation while her sick leave paper said cosmetic nose job.

7. I get a headache when I fast. I miss my morning coffee.

Singing ….(It’s a heart ache)


It’s a headache
Nothing but a headache
Hits you when you’re fasting
Hits you in ramadaaan aaaaan

I miss my coffee
Oh my coffee
Bring me my big mug
Bring me my caffeeeeeine, intake!



8. I gained one kilo.

9. Didn’t start shopping for Eid outfit.

10. Michael Jackson once said:
"I’m Peter Pan at heart"
That’s how I feel now since my b-day is approaching.

11. I can hardly open my eyes and drive in the morning jam.

12. I still haven’t had a vacation this year. I’m waiting for winter. Maybe by then I’d have a ride with The Don.

13. Ok now I can go to bed.

Ramadan

Ramadan ,The month of fasting
Originally uploaded by s3ood.

I wish there was divorce between friends like there is between married people. People change through out the years. Childhood friends though share history, can greatly grow apart mentally and emotionally.

A Soul mate can suffocate
Love turns to hate
A Best friend can turn to
Just a friend


I need a lawyer.


Mubarak 3alaikom el shahar. This is a chance for blogaholics to cut down on their blog addiction. Make use of this holy month. Read Quran, pray more, go to the mosque, ask for forgiveness.

I myself was planning to blog less, but here I am posting since day one! I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

Memoirs of a Single Girl (4)

مذكرات عانس 4

الخطيب التحفة

Singing for Shania Twain:
It’s in the way you love me
It’s in the way you hold me

... It’s in the way you propose to me!

لست أنت فقط، بل مجموعة أخرى مثلك
أهلى يطلبون مني أن أفكر بك قبل أن أرفضك، كيف أفكر بك وقد حكمت عليك منذ الوهلة الأولى
نعم، الانطباع الأول له مفعوله، وأعتقد بأنه واقعي
أنت تأتيني الى السيارة وتطلب يدي مباشرة وتطلب مني أن أفكر بالموضوع على الرغم من أني لا أعرفك بتاتا
أنت مجرد زميل لي لا أعرف سوى اسمك، ولم يسبق لنا اللقاء أو الحديث معا

أما الآخر، يأتيني الى المكتب يعرفني باسمه ثم يطلب رقم هاتف المنزل

والثالث، يهاتف زميلاتي للسؤال عن تحركاتي، ومن ثم يرسل أخته لكي تخطبني مباشرة بالهاتف، دون أخذ والدي بعين الاعتبار، وتفتضحك أختك وتقول بأن لبسي يعجبك، كيف لي أن أتعجب، فنحن لم نتقابل قط

اما الرابع والذي أطلق عليه الخطيب التحفة
يتصل بي في مقر عملي، يسلم علي ويبدي اعجابه ورغبته بالارتباط بي، على الرغم من أني لا أعرفه بتاتا ولم أشاهده قط، لا يعترف بخطبتي مباشرة من أهلي الا بعد التعرف علي بغرض الزواج، وحين رفضت فكرة التعرف من وراء أهلي

ماذا حدث

شتم وسب يمسني ويمس أهلي

أرد وأقول

It’s in the way you propose to me

P.S. I haven't finished part 3 yet.

مذكرات عانس 5

Sometimes.. (Part 2)

..I really scare myself.

Part 1

Whom?

I admire them both. The thing is, they both proposed at the same time. Whom do you think I should choose?

Sometimes.. (Part 1)

.. I scare myself.

Part 2

Houbla

Bush cricket
Originally uploaded by Lord V.

He reminds me of Al Na7la Zaina cartoon. The cricket that used to jump saying houbla houblaaa. He was a cricket, wasn't he?

Cyber Condolences

House Fly starting to blow a bubble
Originally uploaded by Lord V.

There was bad news from flickr buddies this week. A fellow flickrite passed away. Though I haven't known her before nor visited her photo stream but the news really made me sad. I wonder how it would feel if she was one of the people I knew cyberly. It's amazing how one gets attached through cyber space. It's a community indeed.

Right after I read the news, I immediately thought of myself when my day comes. So I already made my will. I asked my sister to post about me.

So since this blog is my only possession, I suggest to anyone who's interested in publishing it (yeah right) to donate the profit for charity.


About the picture, it’s a House Fly starting to blow a bubble. Click on it to read more. Uploaded by Lord V.

Short Stories, Enjoy

قصص قصيرة جـداً
ليلى العثمان

الوريث
رفس صدرها بكفه الخشن، صرخ:ـ حتى لحظة موتك.. لن أطلقكِ.
هددت:ـ" سأنتحر". هرعت إلى الحمام.. عبت زجاجة (الكلوركس).
خرج من البيت مرفرفاً:ـ غداً يصبح كل شيء ملكي.. أنا وريثها الوحيد

حـرمـان
عيناها مركزتان على الشاشة. حفل ساهر. ممثلات يلتمعن بملابسهن الأنيقة ومجوهراتهن الثمينة. الموائد عامرة.. لحوم، أسماك، سلطات غريبة، فواكه، حلويات. شعرت بأن رائحة الطعام تخترق مساماتها. يدها، بهدوء، تستل كسرة خبز مدهونة بالزيت والزعتر. يدها الأخرى تلوك ثقوب فستانها القديم.


كـرم
جلس على الرصيف ماداً يده إلى المارة. في المرة الأولى جمع ديناراً. في الثانية جمع مائة دينار. في الثالثة جمع ألف دينار. لم يعد يجلس على الرصيف. مضت سنوات طويلة.. شاهده المارة يسقط في كف سائل ألف دينار. صرخوا به: هذا كثير.
قال:ـ يوم جمعت ديناراً أكلتُ به، ويوم جمعت مائة اكتسيت، ويوم جمعتُ ألفاً تعلمتُ.. فوقيت نفسي ذل السؤال

الخـوف
غمرتها السعادة وهو يحيط إصبعها بخاتم الزواج. خطر لها أن تسأله: لماذا طلقتَ زوجتك بعد عشر سنوات؟.
رد بقرف شديد:ـ لقد ترهل وجهها.
نظرت إلى وجهها النضر الجميل في المرآة. حذفت له الخاتم.


خيـانـة
سألها:ـ" كم مرة مارستِ خيانتي"؟.
قالت:ـ" بعدد صفعاتك". وسألته:ـ" كم مرة خنتني"؟.
قال:ـ" بعدد شكوكِ" … أغمي عليهما معاً.

العقـاب
حملت سيفها لتقطع شجرة مثمرة فوق رأس الجبل. قبل أن تصل، تعثرت.. هوت. لم تنتبه لسيفها المسنون فانكفأت عليه.


السـراب
مطت خصلة من شعرها. قالت له وصوتها يترجرج بالدمع:
ـ انظر، لقد شبتُ قبل أواني لأجل أن أربيكَ وتصل إلى مرتبتك العالية.
سخرَ من شيبها:ـ كان هذا واجبك.
ابتعد يمتطي طريقه. بقلب الأم المقهورة كانت تتابع ذلك السراب الذي سار باتجاهه.

الفـرق
وقفت أمام المرآة، تأملت صورتها.. ثم نزعت غطاء رأسها، قفازيها، ثوبها الطويل.. تمنت لو تصبح قطة تسير في الشوارع.

عــراك
قالت له:ـ" أنا قطة ".
قال لها:ـ" أنا كلب ".
دخلا في عراك مميت.. خرجا منه منهارين.. ملوثين بالدماء.
قالت له:ـ" أنا امرأة ".
قال لها:ـ" أنا رجل " … وتعـانـقـا.


أمـنيـة
ترجرج جسدها الثخين داخل البانيو. تمنت:" ليتني أصير سمكة ". حين همت ترتدي ملابسها، فوجئت أنها لا تلائم حجمها. كانت تحولت قزماً صغيراً.


عــطر
عبرت أمامه.. استنشق عطرها. خبأه في صدره. حين استقر في الفراش واندست زوجته بقربه برائحة يومها.. أطلق العطر المخبوء في صدره. استطاع أن ينام.


الـرسـائل
جمعت كل رسائل الحب المتبادلة. قررت أن تمزقها. قالت: لن يشفي هذا غليلي. فكرت تغسلها بالماء. قالت: لن يمحو الماء كل الكلام. فكرت تحرقها. سمعت هسيس الكلمات: بعد عام، ستقرأين رسائل حب أخرى ثم تحرقينها.

الـرائحـة
أكتافها عارية.لسعها البرد. بحثت عن دفء.من بينهم تمنته وحده يدفئها. تقدم منها، خلع جاكيتته، دثرها بها، دفأت. لكن سنوات طويلة مرت قبل أن تفارقها رائحته الكريهة.

Damsel Flies

Damsel Flies - Doin' it - XXX Rated
Originally uploaded by Rick Leche.

How do you perceive this picture?
1. Romantic 2. Erotic 3. Animalistic 4. Insect-sual 5. A piece of art

6. I only see a heart shaped object 7. If I were the female, I would object

8. I cannot stop thinking of the lad’s back ache he’s going to have

9. I love the blue shade 10. I wish I were a Damsel fly

Or your own comment!

Grieving Baby

قلبي يتقطع حسرة على طفلة تبكي أمها التي تركتها وسافرت لقضاء احد اشهر العسل التي لا تنتهي في بلاد الغربة
كل ما تفعله هذه الطفلة هو البحث عن أمها في المنزل فهي غير واعية عما يحدث
كيف لها وأن تعي وهي لم يتجاوز عمرها السنة وبضعة أشهر
كل ما تملكه هو البكاء حين سماع صوت أمها الحنون الغدار على الهاتف


هكذا نصنع جيل الغد
هكذا نبني رجالا
هكذا تتبلور النفس الصدامية
هكذا عيني فارقت النوم حزنا على هذه الطفلة


هذا ما يجنيه زواج هدفه المتعة والحصول على أرض وقرض
لم تنجبون أطفالا أبرياء ان كنتم أشد البعد عن العاطفة والغريزة الأبوية
هدف الله سبحانه هو عمارة الكون، لا هدمه

A Day in Nature

Picture taken by Flamingoliya at dawn

I’m sick. I have a runny nose and my throat is sore all because I spent last night in the balcony over the beach. The air was cool I loved it. Winter is coming yaay. I was alone, so I had my laptop with me. I blogged a little then tried to compose a poem, but I couldn’t. I thought I’d be inspired by the lovely view and weather. But it seems that inspiration comes by itself. Girls in their early 20s were sitting on my right side (whom I tried to mingle with but felt too old for them) and two guys on my left side smoking a cigarette and watching the sea. I really needed company and felt miserably single.

I always wanted to sleep in open air. Like on the roof or on the grass but of course it never happened. I envy my parents for doing so in the old days. That was their natural AC. So since the sea breeze was cool. I decided to achieve my wish the modern way. I brought my pillow and my cover, opened the two windows over looking the sea and shut down the AC. That was it, cool air, and the sound of the waves. Wow it was something, but I didn’t feel it much because it was too late and I was so tired that I fell asleep within a few seconds. I wanted to wake up and watch the sun rise. I had my camera prepared. But I couldn’t wake up until the house keeper came at 5.30 to prepare break fast. Good thing I didn’t yell at her. Who would have breakfast this early? So anyway, I took my cam and went to the balcony. The view was indescribable. One should get in touch with nature now and then. Our life in Kuwait is mostly indoors we don’t get to see nature. The waves were calm. It looked so alluring that I wanted to go for a dip but the weather was so cool that I was sure the water would be too cold to swim in besides being scared of mornings; what if a cat or a dog came and wanted to eat me. No one would help as the world was sleeping. Only one was awake, the crab (shiryib) I loved the way it was walking along the shore. It walked from side to side taking a dip and then when the wave comes it escapes to the sand and the whole thing happens all over again. It looked cute and for a moment I wanted to be a crab. I took some pictures then headed to bed; my real bed in my bed room. I woke up at 11 am with a soar throat. Bismillah, it’s just the beginning of autumn and I’m already sick.

In the afternoon I took a dip. It was my first one since my Tom Cruise one. But this time there were Kuwaiti cruises ;p or in other words, Kuwaiti engaged cruises so there was no use but to just show off by learning to swim. My dad keeps laughing at the way I swim. He doesn’t want me to bathe all day like a duck. Swim my baby swim. My little nephew covered me with sand. He was naughty his mom didn’t teach him not to throw aunty flam with sand balls (kubba as he called them). I then jumped in the trampoline which was screaming for mercy but I paid no attention and continued on exercising to let my beautiful bikini under my sexy tent dry out.
5 pieces of chocolate cake, half bottle of Pringles, one 7up and one cocktail and I happily regained the calories I lost today.

Disclaimer: This post needs editing and spell checking or even deletion of unsolicited info.

Which Anti-Virus?

I don't know what anti-virus to choose..

Norton or Mcafee?

I tried both but the current one is Mcafee and I have to renew the subscription but before I do, I want to know whether I should stick to it or go back to Norton.

Advice anyone?

Blog Addiction Versus Anonymity

Blogspot visited me last night holding a gun with one hand and choking me with the other. IT typed on its orange face: “Either you tell me who you are, or I will block you from me and deprive you from blogging for the rest of your life”. “Not even in my grave?” I asked. “No!” IT said.


I was so confused that I didn’t know what to choose. IT felt sorry for me. IT had to leave cos IT was supposed to spam some other bloggers in the blogosphere. So IT decided to give me the “Indecisive Type Bloggers Solution” and left. “What is that?” I yelled in vain.

When I woke up in the morning I found this comment under my pillow.

Inspired by: Addiction , Anonymity , Horror , & Shurouq (subconsciously) ;P

End Your Pain

Brooke Shields’ book “Down Came the Rain” about her Postpartum Depression and her interview with Oprah impressed me. I admire people who speak out their sufferings in order to guide and educate people. I am sure that there are women who suffer from this besides many other psychological problems but keep suffering their whole lives.

In our society it is considered a taboo to look for help, many such feelings are regarded as normal. It is not normal when a woman endures pain while help is just around the corner.

Till when shall we keep on under estimating negative feelings or behaviors. Till when shall people play shrinks and diagnose psycological illness' by themselves.

On another note, many US celebrities end up publishing. How come our writers here are of a limited number. Even newspaper writers rarely produce books. And those who don't, their work gets published after they die!

A note to my friends... I will not thread my eyebrows as long as beautiful Brooke doesn't. Frida forever.

Memoirs of a Single Girl (3)

مذكرات عانس 3

المرأة المريبة

الجزء الأول

كنت جالسة بجانب قريبتي بالعرس الكويتي التقليدي نتفرج على العروسان والفتيات يرقصن من أول القاعة إلى أخرها، كان العرس ممتع ولكن عدد الجمهور كان قليل جدا بالنسبة لحجم القاعة الضخم مما جعلني أحصل على كرسي بالسطر الثالث على الرغم من وصولي متأخرة للعرس، أما بقية السطور خلفي فقد ظلت فاضية حتى نهاية الحفل

حدث لي موقف غريب وأنا جالسة، فقد أحسست بوجود حركة من خلفي ولكني تجاهلتها معتقدة بأني أتخيل، فالقاعة كما ذكرت كانت شاسعة وشبه فاضية ولم أتوقع بتاتا جلوس نساء من خلفي، ولكني كنت مخطئه، فعندما زادت الحركة التفت لخلفي فوجت امرأة جالسة لوحدها خلفي تماما، تعجبت من وجودها في الكرسي الملتصق بي على الرغم من كثرة الكراسي الفاضية حتى أمامي، عموما، تجاهلت وجودها وأكملت الاستمتاع ببقية الحفل

عندما غادر العروسان و جاء وقت العشاء، و بعدما توجهت معظم النساء إلى قاعة العشاء، لزمت مكاني بضعة دقائق حتى لا أزاحم الناس عند الأكل، وبينما كنت جالسة أتحدث مع قريبتي، نظرت لجانبي وإذ بالمرأة نفسها جالسة بقربي، قلت الأماكن أم ماذا، هنا حقا شعرت ببعض القلق....

الجزء الثاني

مذكرات عانس 2

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Ugly Tree

You scare me, you really do. I hate you.

Today's Mood

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Originally uploaded by flamingoliya.

I need a mouse pen! pen mouse? The mouse that looks like a pen for drawing?
where, when, how, who?

Hello?

Umm, do you work then blog when you rest?

Or

Do you blog, then rest and work?

Blogging is becoming a full time job, I'd be a millionare if paid for it.

Daloo3a

وصلني هذا الموضوع عن طريق البريد الالكتروني ، الموضوع مهم جدا لبناتنا لذا قررت أن أشاركه معكم

كيف تصبح البنت دلوعة خلال سبعة ايام
عليك بإتباع الخطوات التالية بحذافيرها

- لا تلمين شعرك ابدااا بل دعيه يسترسل >>> لغه عربيه فصحي>>> يمنة ويسره بدلال
يعني البنت التي تعاني من شعر مجعد، ليس لديها أمل
- اذا كنت وسط مجموعة بنات او في عزيمة تكلمي بصوت منخفض جداً يعني أخفضيه لاقصى حد وتكلمي ببطأ شديد ورقة وبنعومة ومططي الكلام قد ماتقدرين
لايوجد داعي لأن أذكر أمثله حيه على ذلك

- اجلسي على طرف الكرسي وحطي رجل على رجل
ليس قبل ان تفركيها بمسحوق الأوكسوجين مخلوط بهرده للتبييض ومن ثم النوم لمدة 24 ساعة منقعه بكريم فازلين، ويرجى الانتباه بأن هذه النقطه فقط تنطبق على الفتاة الضعيفة، أما المتينه فيرجى منها توقي الحذر وأن تتأكد من سلامة الكرسي من أية خلل
- اذا احد قال كلمة شعبية عندك حتى لو تعرفينها ابتسمي وقولي ايش؟ مافهمت
ويفضل التكلم باللغة الانجليزية أو أية لغة أخرى أي شيء إلا لغتك الأم
- اذا احد قال شي يضحك اضحكي بنعومه هكذا ههههههه مو تكحين وانتي تضحكين كذا خخخخخخخ لأن مو جالسين بقهوة
أما اذا كنت جالسة في ستاربكس مثلا، فلك كافة الحرية
- سبلي عيونك وحركي رموشك كثير وحاولي كثير تطالعين السقف
هذا باستخدام ماسكرا نوع تالكو المخلوطه بزيت الخروع، وان لاحظت وجود شقوق بالسقف تذمري لأنك لست متعوده على هكذا مناظر
- لا تفتحين فمك كأنك عند طبيب اسنان وانتي تاكلين وخاصة العلك والاحسن انك ماتاكلين علك
دائما قولي بأنك تتبعين نظام حميه ولا تنسي أن تتأكدي من قولهن ماشاء الله، فالعين حق، أما ان كنت تعانين من رائحة فم كريهه، فلك استعمال حبوب سمنت ولكن لا تكثري منها لأنها تسبب آلام بالبطن
- اذا جات حاجة تطير حشرررة مثلاً او تزحف برضووو حشرة بس متعرضة لمحاولة اغتيال.. اصررررخي واركضي ولا يردك غير سطح اصحاب البيت
أنا من رأيي أن تتجمدي بمكانك أفضل، لكي تعترف الناس بشجاعتك وقوة تحملك، ومن ثم ترشيحك للزواج، فليس كل رجل مستعد أن يترك مقر عمله تلبه لنداءك بخصوص تعرضك لهجوم صرصوري
- في المدرسة لا تجلسين تراكضين بين الاسياب وتلاحقين البنات تسحبين شعر هذي وتدغدغين هذي امشي بهدوء وعند المقصف لا تزاحمين اذا زحمة اوقفي بعيد لحد ماتخف الزحمة بعدها اشتري واكيد مارح تلاقين سندويتشات بتخلص
بما أن الفرصه قصيره، فينصح بتناول وجبة الإفطار بالبيت قبل الدوام
- من ناحية اللبس البسي كل شي عليه صور دببه وقطط وارانب واشكال والوان...يعنني دلوووعه واهم شي روحي محل اكسسوارت واشتري كل الكلبسات الصغيرة وصفيها على شعرك يومياً
يمكنك أخذ بعض الأفكار من مشاهدة برنامج الوادي، واذا كانت كلبسات محل كليرز لا تكفي شعرك، جربي كلبسات محل نوران
- لازم على طول تشترين دباديب وفواحات وقلوب وصور اطفال وحركااات وكثري من الاشياء الغربية.
أنا شخصيا لا أعلم مالقصود بفواحات، ربما هذه الكلمة تعتبر كلمة شعبية لا تفهمها فتاة دلوعه مثلي ولكن ان كان المقصود بالزيوت الفواحه فأنصحك بزيت الافندر ، سيخدرك ويخدر من أمامك وبذلك ستتمكنين من التصرف بحرية دون الانقياد بالنصائح المذكورة أعلاه، اما الصور، اياك وأن تستخدمي صور أقاربك فالعين حق كما ذكرت سابقا، استخدمي محرك البحث جوجل بدلا من ذلك

- طبعاً لازم تقولين انك ماتطبخين ولا ترتبين حتى غرفة نومك و و ووو سلامتكم

الأولى مو محتاجه تكرار، اما الأخرى فأنا أفضل أن تقولي الحقيقة مهما كانت مؤلمة

وفي الختام، أتمنى ألا أكون قد طولت في الكلام وثقلت عليكم، لا تلوموني، فاليوم أنا وحيده بالدوام

Movie Passion

I finally saw the movie "The Passion of the Christ". They should've mentioned next to 18, do not eat while watching. I was disappointed by the movie. Mel Gibson didn't succeed this time, as if I knew his other productions! Well all I saw was blood, more blood, and torture. I knew beforehand that it contained torture but I expected a story too. There was none. His mother was beautiful, and also his sister, I think? There was a lady and a boy with the mother so I figured they were his siblings. But what a strong mother she was. She didn't tear much.

There were parts like our version in Islam, and there were different others. If those were his siblings, was his mother married before or what? There was a man in black since the start of the movie that I thought was the angel of death but wearing black then I figured in the end of the movie that he might be Satan.
The torture was all heart breaking, but the most heart breaking of all was the time they nailed his hand. Was he tortured that much in our Islamic version? Cos I know that Allah saved our prophets from that kind of torture. I don't blame the Jews for getting upset at this movie, because there was no story at all, just torture.