Belonging

It feels good
I feel cared for, admired
A feeling that's new to me;

It makes me fly;
It makes my veins dance;
My vocal cords sing,

And most of all, it makes me feel feminine.
A feeling I've missed for so long.

When I look into my soul,
I see my 7 year old self playing with Ken and Barbie
In a light blue world that is peaceful,
comfortable,
and where everything I wish for becomes true within my hands

My hands that used to make Ken and Barbie hug in the little garden of barbeer I collected from my moms diet salad.

My Name

My name never sounded as beautiful;
until the day you called me

It carried so many meanings,
so many feelings

My name; imprisoned me

Definition of GovernMENTAL work

Definition of Governmental Work

 

 

If you punch your card on time everyday even when you're on vacation = Excellent employee

even if you don't work, or sleep on your desk, or go shopping, or even travel to Bahrain and come back.

 

 

If you work hard all day, find new strategies, solve solutions, but may come a bit late one day or oversleep with no medical excuse = commit suicide

 

 

GOVERN your MENTAL state before it eats you.

A day to remember

I lit a match.

Slurp

Glued to my laptop
Waiting for my daily slurp of fresh honey mixed with whole fat milk

It is not enough
I need more

I need the whole danish company on my lap
and forever slurp, my honeyed milk






مبارك عليكم الشهر

Mushy

I've been writing things but feeling too restricted to post. I don't feel like it's the safe quiet blog like it used to. I've been reading psychologies magazine , a new addiction, and there was a good article about creative writing. The advice is wake up 30 minutes earlier and write whatever comes to mind even when you don't know what to write about just stare at the wall and write what you see. When you're done, don't read what you wrote, just hide it and that's it. The mind in the morning is most clear of the day's worries so it's the best time for creative writing.

Most of my writings are done this way, not in the morning ofcourse since I'm usually rushing to work, but whenever inspiration hits in, pouring it in to paper or keyboard, saving it, and not reading it gives the best results. The more you think, delete or correct, the more it gets difficult.

There were many times in which I posted then deleted what I wrote. I hope I don't get to do this anymore. Flamingoliya, just pretend blogspot is your safetybox, and that no one is reading, except some dear ones whom their inbox sometimes gets filled with my random thoughts.

This Arabic piece is edited by Broke , many thanks to her!
Updated at 3:00 PM

بين ليلة و ضحاها

وجدت نفسي أسيرة لإهتمامه

لرجولته

لسلطته

و لأشياء كثيرة

لم تهزني في رجل غيره

أنا التي لطالما عشقت الحرية

أصبحت في قفصه .. بلا جناحين

أطير

أطير

أطير

فكلمة منه تروي روحي

المتعطشة للكلام الجميل

و همسة منه تجلعني أرى

الحائط الأبيض أمامي أخضراً

و صوت دعايات ام بي سي تو

عصافير مغردة

و لكن يا لسعادتي و شقائي

بما يفعله في دنياي و قلبي

فحبنا بلا أمل

و إعجابي بلا تعبير

و أمام كل تلك الحواجز

التي تفصلنا عن بعضنا

لا أملك إلا أن أحبه عن بعد

و أمضي

I am put on hold
My life stands still
I enjoy the moment
and wish it lasts forever

Chambers of my heart
are filled with his love
but once reality bites
my chambers empty
because of messages my brain sends
that vacums every rust
every stain
leaving me with only pain

Pain that withers
but then blooms
as soon as I listen to his tunes
be careful, go to sleep, it's not safe there
All birds are chippering
in my hearts trees

Let us both agree
to worship this devine love
this sacred insanity
Let us grow
let us play
let us run
let us sing
let us tickle
what is left in our hearts chains

I don't know why, but sometimes I hate reading people's mushy posts. I wish no one feels this way when reading mine!

Happy first working Thursday

I tear whenever I listen to this song


EDELWEISS
From the Sound of Music
(Rodgers / Hammerstein)



Edelweiss, Edelweiss,
Every morning you greet me,
Small and White,
Clean and bright
You look happy to meet me..

Blossoms of snow may you bloom and grow,
Bloom and grow forever

Edelweiss Edelweiss
Bless my home land forever




Now comes the Kuwaiti version



Arfaj, Arfaj,
Every morning you greet me,
Small and grey,
Dusty and withered
You look thirsty to meet me..

Blossoms of dust may you bloom and grow,
Bloom and grow forever

Arfaj, Arfaj,
Bless my home land forever


or

Khalal, khalal
Every Augustyou greet me,
Small and plump,
Yellow and bright
You look edible to meet me..

Blossoms of desert may you bloom and grow,
Bloom and grow forever

Khalal, Khalal
Bless my home land forever