A Day in Heaven

Full moon.. silky reflection on water

I went to chalet on Thursday night. The whether was perfect. It wasn't too cold, not too hot, a bit humid maybe but turned cool at night. While resting on the beach, big round full moon appeared in the sky out of no where. It was beautiful. And it's reflection over the calm sea was even more beautiful. It looked just like silk. One thing that ruined the setting was a car driving along the beach. Where I and the kids had to stay backwards each time it passed.
Late at night, I had a girly chat with my cousins about men right after watching Fawziya Durea's program. I announced my wish to marry a Muslim American. It is an old wish that I keep repeating whenever I get pissed off from stories I hear about Kuwaiti men. I wish for an American in particular because I know that when they convert to Islam they become more Muslims than us in mind and heart and I've seen many good examples. So since I am in Kuwait, my choice would be an American from the marines. My sister didn't like the idea and said that a lady who's married to one was complaining that they are rigid and stiff because of the harsh work life they lead.

too tired to walk on your feet?

The next morning, which is today Friday the whether was much more pleasant as the sun was blinded by passing clouds. It was my first day since last summer that I took a dip. But just before that, I was sitting inside having breakfast as two gorgeous bodies I mean guys were walking down the beach. To let you get a close picture one was Tom cruise look a like but more masculine and the other was young Tom Silik. I jumped out of my place and took the binoculars that were resting (ahem) very close to the window. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. Not only they were stunning but also were wearing black bikinis. Where the hell did they come from? Oh my God. I just prayed Friday prayer (yes I woke up late and had breakfast at lunch time), and I just had my wish last night, and here they are right in front of our chalet. I jumped and I yelled and I laughed with glee. "Sis come here take a look". "Yuck" is all what she said. Well you know, she is one of those who over look great bodies and concentrate on illegitimate material. "Yuck they are wearing bikinis!" Oh well never mind her. They are mine. They are mine. They are my dream come true; Two beautiful creatures at once, Yeeha.

It was time to go swimming. I swam and swam till everyone was gone and I was all alone struggling with water as it was high tide and I am not a good swimmer. So as I was practicing I glanced them coming back. So what was I to do except keep swimming and looking through my sun glasses. You know how they can become handy at times. Not indoors of course like what some people do. Anyway, so as they came closer and closer, and as there was no one swimming except me! As they approached both of them were excited and looking at me then they ran to my uncles chalet (he wasn't there and the shutters were closed) that I was swimming in front of. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD am I dreaming or what? Is this really happening? I'm not wearing my medical glasses and the sun glasses I was wearing were unclear because of water drops. My eyes were burning out of salty water but nevertheless, it was real. Yes they sat there on the balcony! They had the courage to sit and lie there! At my uncles chalet! WOW! Ok, my alarm was on. What if my family saw me? I know I did nothing! I know I didn't invite them! I know I had nothing to do with it but somehow my last night's wish and my binoculars bay/guy watch made me feel guilty.

Maybe they heard me! Yes they did! This has never happened before! Why now? Why today? Yes, I surely had something to do with it. What would I tell my family? The scenario began running through my head. "Yes, I was just swimming and they passed by. They were tired so they wanted to rest". They would say "why here? Why when you're the only one swimming?". Then I'd say "maybe because I am the only girl they could watch swimming since all the rest of the girls are on their jet skies!" ok maybe this would come to my benefit and convince them to be less over protective and let me ride a jet ski.

Now back to the guys. They kept watching me. I felt like a swimmer showing off. I know I was just practicing and I was ashamed of the way I swam but if I stopped they would know I was being shy. And then I would do nothing except bathing alone.

My aunt came out of chalet and went towards my uncle's. OH MY GOD. I know her type. She says everything that's on her mind. What would she tell them? Please don't please don't, I pleaded while watching her pass them. Thank God she said nothing! Why did she pass there? I don't know! Maybe she liked them too?

They stayed for too long. I waited and waited for them to leave but they did not! No one was ever interested in me that much before. Tom cruise look alike I'm talking about here! I didn't want to stay too much in the sun although it was cloudy but I wanted to save my skin color. Now It was time for me to leave, sorry guys but I really have to leave, could you please turn your heads and NOT watch my tent? (my swim suit). I did not want to ruin the mind picture they had! Not a tent! No! The tent that everyone made fun of even our maids! My beauty I had to rescue, my skin I had to preserve from aging. So there I stood up and walked with courage. You know how women walk on bay watch? I did too, only wearing a tent. Well they are in Kuwait and they should expect that right? No way were they admiring me all that time without knowing I had a tent hiding beneath the water. I'm sure it showed from my strong swimming arms.

Now why when I just stood up and wanted to leave something made me stay? I couldn't leave destiny without making one. So I sat on the sand with my foot on the water. I didn't know that strong waves would practically hit me and move my body in a way I wouldn't want them to see. So as I was struggling with those waves and trying to sit still, I heard a loud voice saying something like woha yeeha, you know something like that. What? Are they applauding for me? They must be! Because I just sat on the beach! So as I turned my face towards them, they were both running to the water and swam like pros and vanished away. Yes they swam like pros, and I was the ugly duckling striving for her breath as I was playing a scene.

They really vanished in the sea. I couldn't see them walking by the beach, nor in the sea. They were either mad pros or angels sent from heaven to make my day then disappear!

I walked along the beach barefoot, scrubbed my foot and hand with sand. Then went to the back area of the chalet and lay under the sun rays coming out from between the clouds. I saw care bears and balloons. It felt so cool as water was evaporating from my tent. It was relaxing too.

Cloudy and cooooool sun

When I saw my sisters I asked them if they witnessed anything and to my shock they did not. They have seen nothing. I felt relieved that I had no explanation to tell as no one saw or knew anything. But this heavenly day; was it real? Were they real? Or were they just angels sent from heaven to make my day? Whatever they were, who ever they were, I send them my thanks. And please if you two happen to stumble upon my blog, give me a call (email me that is). Well I just want a pinch to know you guys were real.

I never enjoyed Kuwait like I did today. I love Kuwait.

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وفجأة طلبت مني أن أنظر جيدا إلى الرجلان اللذان مرا من خلفها واللذان بدا بعيدان كل البعد عن الصورة التي
رسمتها في مخيلتي

شكت أن يكون هو واحد منهما ولكني أعلنت لحظتها وبكل حزم بعدم تقبلي له وعن عدم احتمال أن يكون هو، على الرغم من جلوسه بالطاولة القريبة مني وباتجاهي ، على عكس المشتبه به الأول ذو الرائحة الزكية

لا، أعلنت بنفسي بأنه ليس هو ولا أريد أن يكون هو

مرت الدقائق وبقينا مدة زادت عن الساعة، أكلت المقبلات، الموالح، الحلويات، وشربت القهوة والعصير، بمعنى أني أديت جميع طقوس الإفطار دون أن أعلم وقتها أي واحد كان

إن كان جالس أم مجرد يتفرج من بعيد

إن كان ذو العطر الفواح أم الذي لم أتقبله

اسمعي يا مرافقتي

هل لك أن تصدقي شعوري بأنه مازال نائما

لم لم تتواعدوا على الغداء

شاب يقوم من نومه يوم عطلته ليذهب ويقابل فتاة لا يعرفها، فقط مرشحه من قبل أهله، في أحد المطاعم، لم

أعدت هذه الإسطوانة عدة مرات عليها ولكن في كل مرة كانت تطمئنني بأن قريبته قد أكدت لها بأنه قد خرج من منزله

ربما شاهدني من بعيد ولم أعجبه، مثلما لم يعجبني الذي جلس أمامي، فهرب

لا أريد حتى التفكير بهذا الإحتمال، فمجاملة صغيرة بجلوسه ولو لشرب قهوة ومن ثم إعلان رفضه سيكون أهون بكثير

طال الجلوس فقررت مرافقتي الرحيل

رجعت لبيتي بخفي لو نوتر وكأنه لم يحدث شيء

تصرفت أمي بعدم المبالاة، متمنية عدم حدوث شيء بسبب عدم رغبتها بالخطيب المنتظر لسبب أراه غير مقنع، فأنا شخص لا أعتمد على قبضة القلب بدون سبب واضح مقنع

لم نتبادل الحديث، كل ماقلته لها بأني لا أعلم مالذي حدث غير أنني استمتعت بإفطار شهي

بعد ساعة، تلقيت رسالة بالهاتف من مرافقتي تقول

المعذرة، فحدسك كان صحيح، فهو لم يحضر، فقد كان نائم

كيف لي أن أعتذر منك، سامحيني

وبعد ساعة أخرى، إتصلت تحدثني وهي محرجة

تقول بأنها لم تتوقف عن لوم أهله حين أكدوا مغادرة ابنهم المنزل، وقالت بأن أهله ظلوا يعتذرون، فهم لم يتوقعوا بأن إبنهم قد يطوف الموعد وينام

المعذرة

فقلت

لقد كان إفطارا شهيا، متى سنفطر معا مره أخرى

لم أرجع فقط بخفي لو نوتر، بل أيضا بنصيبي من الفاتورة

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مذكرات عانس 2 الجزء الثالث

لقد تغير.. قالتها وهي معجبة به لدرجة أني شعرت بالفخر لأنه سيصبح لي وببعض الغيرة كونها قريبة مني، فقد كانت تبدو منبهرة أكثر مني
هل يمكن لشخص أن يصبح جذاب بهذه السرعة، فهي لم تره منذ بضعة أشهر فقط

جلس بطاولة قريبة منا، وبوضع يجعلها تراقبه ويراقبها، أما انا فلا
يا إلاهي، هل هو معجب بها أيضا
ولكنه حين مر بيننا كان يطالعتي أنا
مضت الدقائق وكأنها ساعات إلى أن قالت لي فجأة وباستغراب:
أنظري لقد جاء رجل وامرأة وجلسا معه
أنا: ربما لكي يتخفى عني لكي لا أعرفه في حال لم أعجبه، نطقت بها وأنا أشعر بقليل من الغيرة من المرأة بجانبه، إمرأة ترافقه من أول يوم لقاء عابر بيننا، صحيح أنها كانت برفقة رجل ولكن لم أجد ما يثبت بأنه زوجها

وفي وسط هذه التحليلات أعلنت مرافقتي فجأة بأنها قد اتصلت بقريبته التي أكدت بأنه قد غادر دون رفقة أحد ودون إعلانه بنية لقاء أحد

بدء الإحباط يتسرب في قلبي، بعد كل هذا تشكين بأنه هو

بدأت أعيننا تناظر الناس من حولنا مرة أخرى لعلنا نجده جالس، أو مار دون جلوس من هنا أو هناك
أحسست ببعض الإحباط الذي قد تسرب فيها أيضا

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و صلنا بالموعد المحدد وبدأنابتناول الوليمة

طول الوقت كانت عيناها تراقب الناس من حولنا علها تجده، ولكنهالم تجده

اتصلت بأهل الولد حتى تطمئن ولكنهم أكدوا لها بأنه قد خرج، فتغلق الهاتف وهي سعيدة متأملة، وتبدء المراقبة من جديد

هي تقول: أظن بأنه ذاك

فأنزل بصري وتتجمد حركتي وأصغر لقمتي

هي: لا لقد غادر المكان

فأرتاح وأبدأ الأكل من جديد

وبعد مدة: إنه ذاك

فأتجمد مره أخرى ، وأنظف يدي تارة عله يكون جريء ويجيء ليسلم علي

وأنظف فمي تارة أخرى

ويتكرر الأمر مع كل واحد تشبه عليه

حتى بالنهاية جاء ذلك الرجل المنتظر

ياه أحببته من أول نظرة وأظنه أحبني أيضا

طوله، عرضه، لونه، ملامحه، رائحته التي خدرتني وأنستني طبق الأجبان الذي أمامي

نظرته الجريئة التي غمرتني بجاذبيتها

لم لم تقولي لي بأن هذه أوصافه، لو أنك قد قلتي لي لما ترددت حين سألتني

هي منبهره بمظهره وجاذبيته والأكثر من هذا نظراته الجريئة لي

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أقنعتني برؤيته، أغرتني بشخصيته، لطالما مدحته لي على الرغم من رفض أهلي له

كلمتني ذلك اليوم وهي سعيدة بطلب أهله لرؤيته لي، فهو فارس أحلامي، أقصد فارس أحلامها الذي تعتقد بأنه يصلح لي

انقبض قلبي وتحركت مصاريني، ولكن قلت مالمانع، فإني بكل الأحوال خارجة معها لتناول وجبة الإفطار حينها سيأتي فارس أحلامها ويراني خلسة

وضعت المسألة في كفي الميزان، سأجني زوج إن رآني وأعجبته

سأجني بوفيه فاخر إن رآني ولم أعجبه

وافقت، فالمسألة بدت سهلة وفيها كسب في كلتا الحالتين

كان في يوم إجازتي الذي عادة ما أقوم من النوم إلا ظهرا، ولكني استيقظت مبكرة ذاك اليوم حرصا على الموعد وبالأحرى خوفا منها فقد كانت شديدة الحرص على الحضور بالموعد لكي لا نأخره

فهي تعلم تمام العلم بأني حين تأخرت على المتقدم الذي سبقه والذي كان ينتظرني على العشاء قد فر بسبب تأخري ولا مبالاتي حين فضلت المزيد من التسوق وتأخير العشاء، حتى وإن وصلت إلى المطعم وأكلت بكل حياء ورزانة، علمت بعدها ببضعة أيام بأنه لم يصمد حتى قدومي وذهب

لم تكن تريد إعادة الكرة

وربما لم أرد أنا ذلك

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مذكرات عانس 1

Mommy Doesn't Love Me

Mommy doesn’t hug me
Mommy doesn’t miss me
Mommy doesn’t love me
Mommy doesn’t miss me

She shouts and screams;
To make me tidy my sheets
She becomes mad;
When I play with our neighbor lad

She slaps my face,
When she finds us race;
No tomboy I want to raise

Tidy your room
Hide your dollies
And dress;
My friends I want to impress

Smile and don’t giggle
Walk in grace and don’t wiggle
A daughter she wants perfect;
My soul is corrupted

I plead you my cyber mommy;
Your love,
Your tender touch;
Would definitely make me jolly

Mommy doesn’t hug me
Mommy doesn’t miss me
Mommy doesn’t love me
Mommy doesn’t miss me

Copyright@Flamingoliya

I Want These Two Hands NOW!

and this ring too

When Polite Is Impolite

When polite is impolite

Indoors
It is impolite to stand on the door way inviting your friend to pass through the door before you, and your friend tries to be polite and invite you instead. And then you both keep inviting each other when there's a whole crowd waiting behind your back to pass through! (Be selfish)

In the street
It is impolite to keep talking to your friend through the car window when the traffic light turns green. (Use your mobile)

In the Toilet
It is impolite to say your hellos to someone you know when that someone is about to close the toilet cabinet door. (Have some empathy)


When impolite is impolite

In the parking lot
It is impolite to hit a car without leaving a sorry note, or a check. (Feel guilty)

In the Street
It is impolite to sing "al burtuqalah" to someone wearing the color orange. (It's old!)

Note: I was looking at keyword analysis in my stats and found the word 7mara! I know I wrote it in one of my posts but I sure didn't expect poeple to look for it. So, I checked out the other listed links for this word and found this Lebanese/English Dictionary!

Withered Rose

It was a nice wedding. Well just like other weddings. Sitting on a chair with a crouched back watching the beauties on the dance floor. Feeling sorry for the bride watching her sitting in her kosha trying to enjoy herself. I tasting all different kinds of offered chocolates and sweets, drinking Arabic coffee one cup after another to avoid sleeping out of boredom waiting impatiently for the buffet and trying to hide from people I know or perhaps, people who know me.

Relatives I haven't seen for ages. Kids who grew up to be attractive teens with makeup and high heels that make me look much younger than them (it is a good feeling actually but not when those little girls treat me as younger). Old women staring with their eyes wide open "wee esh7ilwich sayra, mankha6abtay?" (No! duh!!) Cousins want to meet and gather; the same record goes on and on without really meeting (thank God).

So as I escaped to the exit door, there stood an old relative of mine. She greeted me and picked up a flower from the bouquet presented there. She gave it to me saying "grab this flower; it will bring you a husband". Me, huh?! What the?! "But I don't want to get married" defensively uttered. (What happened to the bride throwing her bouquet backwards?)
"Take it! Just get engaged first and then leave the guy!" with a big wide grin. "Ah! Ok!" with a bigger grin.


Now as you can see, this flower has withered and no one has come. Was she lying? Was she kidding me? She gave me hope! How could she not grant me her wish (notice that it is her wish not mine).

I lay my piece of fortune on my desk. I look at it wither as the days pass by, and I wither along.

The End

Notes:

- The lady gave the same flower and the same wish to all singles on their way out till the bouquet was left all green. I wonder if her wish came true to any of the girls.

- If you liked this post, wait for part two called "Dead Rose".

I Traveled To Fahaheel

koot3
Originally uploaded by flamingoliya.

I am jealous! All my life I felt pity for people living in Fahaheel especially at college when they travel all the way to get on time. They always got on time while I was the one who got kicked out of class.

So I went to Fahaheel. I went to Al Koot. It was my second time. And I am even more impressed. I love it there. Some shops that aren't available here, the different kinds of people, and it's lovely fountain.

Last time I went there only Costa was open but today there were different cafes. And they are all good. Even on my way back I found Breadtalk! They have everything there that they don't need to come to the city. Sigh, our co-op is still struggling with it's lousy pastries. Fatayir em7aisen anyone? :p
Even our samboosa guy sucks (yes MsBaker I am jealous of yours).

Best thing there (I promised not to tell and keep it for myself but I just can't) you can find your size! Whether for garments or shoes although the place is full of people! Even on sales when shops here are out of stocks, you can still find stocks there.

Ok I made enough of a da3aya. Yes I had dinner there but it was for take away. Wouldn't look good in a picture.

Oh Dusty Days

So it was a dusty gloomy day. Nothing to do, no where to go except to ..... where I was so hungry and ordered ....... which made me so thirsty that I drank .........

I was full but I couldn't help but share her with her ........... I finished my meal but something was missing. I had a headache so I drank .............. I couldn't drink it alone so I ordered ............... along. They should always be combined even if I was full. BUT then I was not only feeling sleepy but also FULL. So I drank .............. On our way home, I was hardly opening my eyes to drive, while she was lying beside me with her mouth wide open; half a sleep.

Rearrange the pics ;)

blah blah blah

choc
Originally uploaded by flamingoliya.

Due to my temporal mental malfunction. I have nothing to blog about except showing you this picture.

OK here are some silly questions, the one who wins is the one who answers them all right, though I don't know the answers for some. bas yalla have to get busy this weekend..

1. Where did I eat this?
2. Was it delicious?
3. What's the name of this cake?
4. Did I eat half of it? or all of it?
5. Did I spill ice-cream on my clothes?
6. How many calories does it contain?
7. Am I a good photographer?

Ok I think that's enough... have a goodnight.

Do You Have A Non-sticky Lipstick?

For the first time since I started blogging I don't feel like posting. Even my mind posts that used to haunt me in my bed, car, work… etc have stopped.

She caught me. She used to check out my blog from time to time. Had a few doubts that it was me but I kept denying and affirming that "since when did I have the ability to write both in Arabic and English?" And she believed me.


I tried to post in a vague way. There were so many details I wanted to talk about but hid them so that she wouldn't catch me. In the past few weeks, she stopped checking mine. So I felt a little freer in posting without so much repression. Before a few days, and after my latest post she called me and told me for sure that I am Flamingoliya. This time I couldn't hide it cos she spent the whole afternoon checking my whole blog finding endless clues that it was me. I tried to deny it like I used to do.

Although she already knew it was me, she needed my affirmation. It was hard for her to believe that it was really me all this time and she didn't know. "How did you keep it private all this time? Why didn't you tell me? I introduced you to the blog world and you owe it to me to tell me!"

She made me confess that it is really me. She threatened to tell the whole world if I hadn't. So I with all my weakness submitted to her command. One person knowing is much better than many. But, do I feel like blogging the way I used to? No. Do I feel like commenting like before? No. I am censored now. I am read now. I am judged now. I am followed by a fly; a fly that sticks on my juicy fruity lipstick. I try to wave it away, I try to ignore it but it still flies back. I thought of removing my lipstick, but I hated it when other bloggers did. I thought of stopping wearing lipstick but here I am wearing it again. I thought of changing the brand of my lipstick, but she would recognize me again.

She will be reading this post. I know she would be laughing the whole way and would end up saying "ya 7mara hahaha!"

We made a deal that she wouldn't tell anyone. She accused me of disloyalty but I knew that a secret cannot be kept between two. Especially when it is told to a blabber mouth (you know you are, so please don't get upset). I even know that even secretive people may expose information unintentionally.

Maybe she knowing that I am Flamingoliya would make me more open to some stuff that I used to hide from her to preserve my anonymity here. You see, there were a lot of events happening to me in real life that I stopped telling her so that I would share it with bloggers. She over heard me once telling a story to someone and told me that she read that story at Flamingoliya's blog "you are Flamingoliya!"

Maybe she knowing who I am now would make me more reserved since I don't like sharing all my feelings with her. She will be able to know the reasons behind my different moods. She will be able to know why my eyes are red and puffed. She will know why I'm eating too much chips and chocolate. She will know why I'm late for work.

I lost my privacy. I lost my diary. I lost my real self; I lost Flamingoliya. (Doesn't this phrase make you want to cry?)

She didn't understand why her knowing who I am disturbed me. She thinks that my blog is normal and that there's no reason for hiding it. She doesn't understand that despite my kind of blog, it is my private world that I dwell in alone. It is my anonymity that I am enjoying. It is my people's applause. It is people's love and admiration. It's my secret hideaway. She cannot get that. Not all people get it. But many do. If she were one of those who do, I wouldn't have been reluctant to tell her.

And again dear folana, this is my blog and don't come questioning me why I wrote this post. Ehhh don't even comment on it, cos you know why!

Question

هل تعتبر البلوغة بلوة؟

UGGHH

Dear blog,

Just when I thought had a perfect vacation
Just when I went to funeral that broke my heart
Just when I read the paper for a more heart breaking story
I always hated the paper for it's depressing politics, now I'm hating it more for the daily even more depressing murders and accidents
Don't tell me I'm illiterate, don't tell me I'm not educated, If it's the newspaper you judge me by
I hate you and I hate what you read
Let me live in my world
Let me be inside my shelter

Just when I munched two packs of chips
Just when I drank my chocolate milk
Just when I occupied myself with my hobby
Just when I had a feast for dinner to forget about today's miseries
Just when I felt like I missed you
Just when I thought that we need to see eachother after my long withdrawal from you
Just when I decided to go out for lunch with you

Just when I called and you didn't reply
Just when I thought you were sleeping early so I smsed you
Just when I found no immediate reply
Just when I was feeling thrilled that tomorrow I'm going to work
Just when I felt thrilled for the first time in so long
Thrilled that it's finally time for my course to begin
The course I've been waiting long for
I went to bed early
I was so excited that that I've finally become a good girl and went to bed early

Just when I fell asleep
You called
The ringing tone was turned high so that I wouldn't miss my morning class
You interrupted my sleep
You interrupted my night, my tomorrow, my class, my supposed lunch

You sent a msg that I didn't reply to cos I was sound asleep
Two hours later you called thinking I was awake and ignored your msg
How would I ignore your msg when I was the one who suggested the lunch
I called back to cancel I could sleep no more
Anger was killing me
The huge feast was burning my stomach
You were polite and apologetic and so I had to become one
I wish I shouted
I wish I expressed my anger more
But as usual, it's always misunderstanding between me and you
No more breaks from you
No more dates with you
All I have to do now is fake and imagine we canceled the lunch out to be able to sleep again

Why when I thought I had the perfect day
Why when I thought I had the perfect night sleep
You come and ruin everything, just so bluntly and naievely
No more you..... Yes more blogy blog.

Call for Human Rights

جاءني ينتفض غضبا
ما بكم تصرون على حقوقكم السياسية يا نساء الكويت
فحقوق الإنسان هي المسلوبة هنا
وهي الجديرة للنضال وراءها قبل حقوقكم السياسية

معاشي لقد خصموه
مبلغ كبير جدا.. ما هذا النظام المتبع هنا
أعمل بكل جهد حتى في منزلي.. أعمل حتى في إجازتي.. عملت شهرا كاملا دون انقطاع حتى تم تجديد عقدي دون صرف أي مستحقات لي في ذلك الشهر المشئوم

قلت له.. وما بالك الآن

فقال.. هل تذكري إجازتي الماضية.. فقد تغيبت بضعة أيام زيادة على إجازتي الموقعة والآن يريدون خصم راتبي بسبب بضعة الأيام تلك

قلت.. نعم فتلك غلطتك لم تغيبت

قال.. نعم تغيبت ولكني أرسلت لإدارتكم الموقرة طلبا لتمديد إجازتي .. ولكني حين عدت وجدت الطلب ملغى على جنب فالسكرتيرة لم تعر له أية انتباه

أنا.. إذا فهي ليست بغلطتك…

هو… لا ولكن هل من يسمعني… فالمسئول اتبع قوانين شئون الموظفين على الرغم من أن كلمة واحدة منه تستطيع أن تخترق هذه القوانين… هل استبدلت أيام غيابي بإجازة مرضية مثلكم أيها الكويتيين.. لا… هل اخذ المسئول بعين الاعتبار عملي الإضافي خلال ذلك الشهر.. لا… هل أخذ بعين الاعتبار بأن شغل الإدارة بأكمله يقع دائما على عاتقي.. لا… لم… لأني أجنبي وحقوق الأجانب عندكم مهضومة.. يستغل حاجتي للعمل لديكم حتى ولو هضم حقي

أين حقوق الإنسان لديكم.. فالحيوانات في الدول الأجنبية صار لديها حقوق.. أما انتم فلا.. لا هذا ولا ذاك

هل تعرفين فلان و علان المراسلين.. هل تعلمين بأنه قد تم خصم ثلثي راتبهما ليصبح عشرة دنانير.. هل تعلمين لماذا
لأن سائق الباص الذي يقلهم من مسكنهم إلى مقر العمل تأخر عليهم اليوم فوصلوا متأخرين نصف ساعة..

وهل لديك أدنى فكرة عن مسكنهم
الخمسة أفراد منهم يعيشون في غرفة واحدة ..الواحدة منها كحجم مكتبي (3 * 2/1 4 متر)
وما يجعل الحال أسوأ هو أن لكل خمسة عشرة شخص من هؤلاء حمام واحد فقط!
حمام واحد تنقطع منه المياه بين آن وآخر مما يجعلهم يلجن إلى الاستحمام في المساجد..
وانتم هنا تتذمرون من رائحة أباطاتهم..
هل يعقل هذا .. حقوقنا نادوا بها كمناداتكم لحقوقكم.. لا وبل قبل مناداتكم بها.

Archived Heart

Flamingoliya picks up her diary from her archives in her dusty shelves.. finds this topic about love.. she laughs at herself saying "ya7leely" how did I write all that? So she decides to share her diary with you hoping you'd learn from the mind and heart of a teen.. some years ago....
This is posted without any alteration in launguage or grammer from an original diary.

I always wondered what love is ,I read love stories and poems, watched romantic movies, surfed the web using the word (love), and asked people in love about the meaning of love. Despite all the effort I did, nothing helped me understanding except when I really fell in love, that's when I knew how it felt, not" what it meant" for it has no way of description, no words to express, it's all about powerful feelings that no one can know, except those who experience them.

Although love is hard to define, but I feel the urge to describe it for those confused people who don't know yet where they stand. True love starts with like and admiration for that special someone, you like them for who they are regardless of their faults; that is if you found any.

It's when your spirits unite no matter how far you are away from each other.
When love strikes you, you feel on top of the world and you're the happiest person alive.
When you walk together, you fear other peoples envy, for you found love, and they are still searching.

It's when the thought of your love doesn't leave your mind however hard you try to occupy yourself. You see their face on the TV. Screen, beside you when you're feeling blue, talking to you when you're feeling lonely, comforting you when you're in pain. They are the first thought that comes to mind when you're in crisis, for no one can heal you from pain except their charming self.

When you're together, no one else matters but them, all other people seem worthless compared to them. When you love someone, you start comparing them with whoever you meet. If you find
who you think are better people, your love wins the contest at the end, because there's no one who's as good as him, or in other words, no one makes you happier than him
He surpasses them with his soul, the mutual understanding you have, the love you share, and the feeling of total comfort that you rarely find in anyone.

When you're together, you never run out of words, even when you do, what matters is that you're together and that's what counts. No matter where you are, where you live, or what you're doing, you never get enough of each other. The word boredom doesn't exist as long as you have each other; he's your first and last source of entertainment.

Trust plays a great deal in communication. Don't listen to what friends say about him, just listen to your heart, and it will show you the way. Being honest and open matters too. You never know that you're thinking of the same thing unless one of you opens up. If you really love each other, you will listen carefully understand each other, and exert yourself to solve any problem you have in communicating .

Nothing feels better than having someone to listen to your fears, thoughts, problems, and worries like that unfair teacher, your dictator mother, that copycat friend, annoying boss, or the D you got on your geography exam.

Love is when you're not afraid to act silly together, because you know that they like you as a whole including that silly overbearing part.
Time flies unnoticed , hours pass by like few minutes, because you were too busy enjoying
each others company.

He becomes your lover, best friend, father, brother, and best of all, your guardian angel!
No matter how many people you meet, how many friends you make, you stay loyal to each other because you know no one else can fill their place.

Love isn't the only new word in your dictionary, but there are others that you start to know their real meaning. Words such as missing. It's no longer that three letter phrase you say to everyone. Missing your love is different; it makes you feel hollow and empty.

you miss them every minute you're away from each other. You may have chest pain that doesn't leave you until you get together. Jealousy is another new word. you want to be the only one In their life who matters. although you know that you are, jealousy still plays a big part.
You never get rid of it because you can never own someone, lock them in a cage, and forbid them from other relationships, or in other words, from other human interactions.

Another word is worry. You always hated you mama for being over protective, well here's why,
It's because she loves you and it's out of her control. You worry about your loves health, grades, and even car speed which you always thought is cool!
Saying "take care" when they leave home means "take care! I'll be here waiting for you, don't be late, or I'll start to worry". It's almost like what your mama always did to you. Well, it's now time for you to suffer!

When he has a goal to achieve, like winning a football match, succeeding in an exam, or running an interview, you encourage him to do all his best because you really wish him all the best. You even go to pray even though you are not that religious. It's all because you want him to be happy and successful.

Love songs, romantic poetry and movies all have a new touch now that you're in love, you never understood why Romeo and Juliet killed themselves at the end, or what Celine Dion meant by " you were my".

So go ahead, exploring their new meanings which were always vague. That precious pearl that rarely fell from your eyes now becomes a non stop tap. This is all I can say now about love, but remember, my thoughts don't count, they are only the expression of what I feel, but feelings can never be understood when they are not felt. These ideas can only help you if you were confused and feeling lost. you will never know what love is, only when you fall in love!

If you didn't yet, don't panic, someday you'll find it at your door step without notice, just be patient and grab the chance when it first comes to you. And remember
"sometimes of everything you're looking for, is the one thing you can't see".

Please note that the mind and heart of the writer has changed dramatically throughout the years...

No More Eating in the Office

Just this morning an English client whom I adore bumped in to my friend’s office where I was hiding. I was so indulged in eating my (chay na3na3 saj) sandwich and didn’t notice him coming. As usual I had to tell him that my friend was absent with a mouthful.

He nodded, tapped on my shoulder, hummed a few words, and left. So embarrassing (Fashlaaa)!

And just now, my colleague (No.1) appeared out of no where when I just had my first sip of Turkish coffee. Turkish coffee drinkers will know what I mean! Regardless, I had to grin at him cos it’s been ages since I last saw him.

No more eating in the office. NO MORE!

Hey boss! I need a locked door please! As If I had walls to begin with!

eh, doh, how can I help you?

6abakh update: he showed me his daughter’s picture. She looked very nice and elegant! Even her room looked rich and neat! I wonder how and where he got the money from and how come he’s working as a servant here! Her dress was beautiful and very similar to my red wedding dress. She wore lots of gold too just like a traditional Kuwaiti bride. Ok this time I really wanted my own copy of the picture.

*whisper* as he was taking the picture out of his pocket, I was anticipating the picture of you know who ;P

I love your blog, I love you

We easily say, "I love your blog", "I like your blog", or book mark our favorite blogs. A blog represents it's bloger. So when we say that we love a blog it means that we love the bloger behind it.

Would you easily say "I love you" to any bloger? I guess not. So beware whom you confess your blog love to ;P

Blogily yours,
Flamingoliya Flaming Flames

Who?

"..... always want to be a .....'s first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We ..... have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a ..... 's last romance."

Fill in the spaces with the following words:

(women - men - man - woman)

I will add the author's name later, to avoid any kind of cheating.

Post Update:

For a discussion generated from this quote. Please check The Don's post.

The Art Of Something Called LOVE