Boots

I just received a sms saying that Boots has opened in Souk Sharg.


YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I won't go to work tomorrow, batrayyag o batghadda oo bat3asha ehnak.

Crack Crack

I am disappointed in (some bloggers)
ماني قايله منو وليش
and no, it's not you

"When The People Spoke"
is a HILARIOUS, sarcastic film
عورني بطني من الضحك
بس يفشل وسواد وجه لنا ولا أتمنى عرضه بالخارج
I will talk more about it when I have the time

I am disappointed at work
(I am not chosen)

ليش ما أعرف أقشر الحب عدل؟
Why do I have to use my hands to get to the core?
Yes, my colleagues عادوني واكتشفت انهم اهم المتهنين بحياتهم الوظيفية
عيزت وأنا أحاول اني أطلع صوت عالي عند تقشير الحب
Just to get back at them for their noise
ما أقدر أشتغل من الازعاج

الحب المصري لذيذ
أنا ويني عنه من زمان

My current mission:
To know how to crack الحب with a higher sound than my colleagues.

My colleague just gave me a gift that consists of (Electric Sparklers) and (Bomb Bag). I told him that I have fear of fire works and that I don't need it. I wonder how he's gotten through our security gate. Hmmm, I don't know what he's thinking. Blowing me up? Or the whole building?

I need a new job. But I don't know what I want to be.

ليش يسمون الي يشتغل
حمار مكده؟
I really need to know... and no, it's not me but another who's كاسره خاطري actually.

bashar ya bashar

hobla
Originally uploaded by flamingoliya.

I used to see this insect in cartoons only... and a few days back I saw it in real and let it crawl on my hand. I loved it. Really cute and friendly.

Hi

I miss you all

oo

I miss me

The thief

من حفر حفرة لأخيه وقع فيه

لدي دولاب بالمكتب احفظ فيه اشيائي الثمينة كالآلة الحاسبة وأشيائي الخاصة كمعدات تنظيف مثل ديتول

تعرضت لسرقة كريم يد جديد قبل فتره حيث أن عمال التنظيف لديهم هوس بهذه المستحضرات فلم تكن تلك أول مره

ومن يومها بدأت بالحرص على قفل الدولاب مع انتهاء الدوام وحفظ المفتاح في جرار صغير

ولم يسلم دولابي من السرقة مره أخرى

وفي آخر مره قررت اخفاء المفتاح في مقلمة مملوءه بالدبابيس

خطة ذكية لجرح اصبع السارق

ولكن كما يقول المثل

من حفر حفرة لأخيه وقع فيه

جرحت نفسي عدة مرات

والآن

اني ابحث عن طريقة اخرى اخبيء فيها المفتاح

وانتقم بها من السارق

بدل الاتنقام من نفسي

Intoxicated

Intoxicated by accent, captivated by height

Spontaneous, flirtatious

Lively and fun

Everyday, please do come




No, this is not an add :p

Mango's Vitrina

mango
Originally uploaded by flamingoliya.

What ideas does this photo give you?

Boots

boots
Originally uploaded by flamingoliya.

AT LAST! Will be opening soon at Marina Mall and Kuwait Airport.


YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

Big Foot

shoes
Originally uploaded by flamingoliya.

Size 9 and 10 at Topshop! For the first time in Kuwait (as far as I know), wide fit too.

I felt wonderfully petite when I tried them on ;)

Correction:
Papillona says that those shoes belong to Evans and not Topshop. Now it makes sense!

Memoirs of a Single Girl (7)

مذكرات عانس 7

مابي عيال

عانس: يمه، أنا قررت إني ما أييب عيال

أم عانس: أنتي تزوجي أول وبعدين قرري إنك ماتييبين

عانس: لا يمه صج، أنا إذا تزوجت ماراح أييب عيال

أم عانس: وكأن الرياييل ألحين سطره على الباب

عانس: يمه !

أم عانس: انزين انزين، وليش ما تبين عيال ؟

عانس: لأني إذا انخطبت الشهر الياي، وملكت الشهر الي وراه، وتزوجت الشهر الي ورا الي وراه، معناته اني راح أحمل عقب خمس أشهر، وأولد السنة اليايه، يعني راح يكون عمري 31 و4 أشهر وأسبوعين وخمس أيام، وأنا الصراحة مالي خلق أربي مراهق إذا صار عمري نص قرن !

أم عانس: كا آنا عمري 60 وليلحين قاعده أربيك !

عانس: يمه !!

عانس: يمه قاعده أكلمك جد !

أم عانس: حتى أنا قاعده أكلمك جد، بس أووش خليني أسمع زافين شيقول

عانس: يمه، ليش ولائك للبنان أكثر من الكويت ؟

أم عانس: أنا تربيت في...................... بحمدون...................صيفت ............. انخطبت.................تزوجت..............بحمدون......

.................بحمدون.............. بحمدون.............

أم عانس صكت رأس عانس بقصة بحمدون إلي ماتخلص فقامت

أم عانس: إشفيك ؟ وين رايحه ؟ قعدي ما خلصت القصة !

عانس: رايحه أشوف التلفزيون في داري

أم عانس: شنو بتشوفين؟

عانس: قناة فيلكا

وذهبت

وبعد ساعه، جاء أبو عانس من الجمعيه شاري خبز إيراني ونخي وباجيلا

أم عانس: بوعانس بوعانس، عفيه، طلعلي قناة فيلكا ! هذه غنائيه أم إخبارية ؟

مذكرات عانس (6)

Memoirs of a Single Girl (6)

مذكرات عانس (6)

العروسة

أستغل إنشغال زينب بتحضير وجبة العشاء

وأذهب إلى غرفة إبنتها هاله البالغة من العمر الستة سنوات

أخطف عروستها الممددة على فراشها

أختبئ خلف المنضدة

أشمها

وأمشط شعرها

أغير ملابسها

وأضمها إلى صدري

ثم أغفو غفوة تنسيني مجريات الدنيا من حولي

جنان، جنان، زينب تناديني

أنتفض من مكاني

وبسرعة رود رنر؛

ألقي العروسة على الفراش

أخرج من غرفة هالة

وأعود إلى زينب وكأن شيئا لم يحدث

آكل العشاء حبة حبة؛

خوفا من اكتشاف هاله؛

تغيير ملابس عروستها

مذكرات عانس (5)

Photokina Qandahar

Together forever

In love and in war

Surrender to my love

Click here to see more

Wolfdogs

Meet Yoshe and Makwa, they are awesome.

Why Does Junk Email Target Men Only?

Every morning Flamingoliya goes to work, she checks her work-related inbox. All what she finds is email about one product but with different subject lines. No matter how many times she blocks the sender, new accounts are created. Subject lines vary between:


Increase your sexual desire
Medicines before Valentine Day!!!
Medicines for real men!!!
Men Health
She wants a better sex? All you need's here!
Super Viagra (Cialis)
Viagra Soft Tabs
Want your love back?? Check it out!
We cure any disease!
Why seek? Choose any love pi11 you want!


One more email that doesn't belong to the category is global investment house with their daily or weekly market report.


Flamingoliya's manager sometimes asks her to check for certain emails he's been notified with from clients and she claims that she hasn't seen them. But when she checks her deleted junk email, she finds them. Some times she manages to hide the fact that she’s deleted them, but many times she couldn’t.

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A secret admirer visited Flamingoliya today. Her art work was praised. Flamingoliya felt happy that her work didn't go in vain. She appreciated the visit and now can't help but smile. Her endorphin production rose.

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Flamingoliya is on a diet. Her mom keeps asking her about how many galleries her food contains. While her co-worker keeps asking how many categories.

Is the word calorie that difficult?

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It is awkward when you like someone and that someone or that someone’s close relative proposes to a person very close to you.

What are the odds?

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I apologize for not replying to comments, but be sure that I will. madri eshfeeni, I have to be in a certain mood to be able to.

hmf

hmf
Originally uploaded by flamingoliya.

I Am Fake

Memoirs of a single girl is fiction
I am married woman with two kids
I've been fantasizing about being single
and my wish is coming true in a matter of days
I hate my husband and I am getting a divorce.

I’m sorry if I fooled anyone
But if you read my blog description it says a spiced up reality.

I am making a divorce party and everyone is invited to congratulate me.

The Meeting

I had a business meeting at some place <<< extreme excitement.
When I first entered the building; I tripped <<< extreme embarrassment.
The cute guy turned out to be a very close relative to one of my co-worker-enemies << bummer.
The not so cute guy was the one who I caught looking at me <<< another bummer.
On my way out, my co-worker warned me to watch my step <<< I thought he forgot that I tripped.


Today’s resolution: to throw all my high heels.

e hehe

Photo 52
Originally uploaded by queerdood.

Check out this fun creative photo stream!

No More Bengali Dreams

What would you feel if you were married with a kid and an old lady comes and asks you:

”How come your baby is beautiful when you and your husband aren't?”

A punch in the face would do. Good thing I wasn’t around.


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6abakh is leaving, his contract expired.

He told me:Flamingoliya, (enta lamma zawwaz, saaw telephone ana)
“Call me when you get married” and handed me his telephone number.

Meskeen, kasra kha6ra wayid *Gulp*

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Many times colleagues joke about clients who turn out to be my family members. I enjoy seeing the shock on their face when I tell them who they are ;)

My Day

I had a bad day. Nothing unusual really, I'm used to bad days. In the morning a colleague sat beside me and started talking and talking and talking. She gave me a head ache. I can't take too much talk first thing in the morning especially before having my coffee. I ignored her by occupying myself with the computer but that didn't work. I just felt like screaming.

Had a religious discussion with another colleague and decided not discuss religion with anyone ever!

The talkative colleague came again with another friend and started talking and talking and talking about marriage. I had another discussion about marriage that I decided not to interfere with ever again either. Topics like settling down for someone who she doesn't think is perfect for her, incase no one asked her for marriage later on. Another topic like her family mocking her fiancé for his level of education or his family's social status when in reality the mocking family isn't any better. Lots and lots of topics that raised my blood pressure.

In the afternoon, I got rejected from a kind of group which really shocked me and made me depressed. I had shopping to do, a shop called me twice insisting that I come see their new collection. But when I went there I found none. The salesperson told me: " Sorry maam, we have another Flam, I got mixed". It was no time for me to forgive so she became the victim of today's frustration. Then I went to the next shop that belonged to the same company, I had a receipt and wanted to buy something. I saw a bag and I swear that all the time I was looking at it the salesperson would not stop saying:" It's very nice, nice model" tens of times even when I changed bags! I wanted to scream but instead I left the shop without buying anything to let her regret forcing me to buy the bag. Yes forcing, I think this company teaches it's sales persons how to insist and pressurize customers instead of selling.

That's when Broke called me, and saved me from an absolute heart attack. At home, I found out that the shoes I bought which were so comfortable at the shop, were so tight at home. Don't ask me why. Thank God this shop refunds. I don't want anymore receipts.

I have a head ache and I need to sleep.

Oh and one more thing, my sister keeps mocking my writing in this blog. So I tell her that it's just a blog and I can write whatever I want and that if I wrote any better, I would be publishing. I just miss the days when I wrote freely without anyone judging me. She doesn't like my language.

My cousin recently discovered my ID and she hasn't been herself since. Wonder why, maybe she's in shock?

They don't think that I look like what I write.

Have you seen the big THING that Meedas sells? It's in the ads everywhere. It looks like a big huggable bean bag in colorful shades. I need one right now.