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

one
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.

Shopping

When I go lingerie shopping two things I hate most; one is having cashier men instead of women, the other is seeing couples shopping together.

I was doing some sales shopping today and when I was at the lingerie section I found a mid aged typical Kuwaiti couple. The man held a fuchsia satin piece embroidered with black lace and asked his wife why not get this satin piece? His wife told him tenderly:

ماكو من هذا حبيبي، شسوي بعد، شسوي

As I was behind this man I thought he’d feel embarrassed or something after seeing me but he didn’t. He kept examining the goods so I changed my mind and left.

Why wouldn’t the wife get to know her hubby’s favorites from magazines and catalogues?!

Pamperth

Girls, check this out

Boys, If you are emotional, don't check it

Repeat after me

نداء للصامدون على أرض الوطن

نداء للصابرون على عرق البدن

نداء للحالمون بجنات عدن

Repeat after me

الدنيا ربيع والجو بديع

الدنيا ربيع والجو بديع

الدنيا ربيع والجو بديع

الدنيا ربيع والجو بديع

Who said NLP works? It doesn't!

I can't breath!!

heffff

I hate it when I get used to people; all kinds of people. People I like and people I don’t like much. It’s what they call it in Kuwaiti (el 3ishra) and in Egyptian (3aish oo mal7). It is strange how you feel it with people you didn’t know you cared for.

My first cry in public was when I was 10. She was my English teacher who came for a short period of time to practice teaching. The day she told us that it is time to leave I found myself shedding tears. I remember feeling miserably sad and shocked by her leaving. I loved her so much. You know how some teachers were strict, others may beat, but that teacher was an angel. Maybe because she was still young or still practicing; all I know is that I loved her so much and so did the rest of the class.

I cried too when a fellow employee wanted to leave. His contract was over and there was no renewal. I was feeling sad that I’d miss him being around. But what made me shed tears is when I found an enveloped letter on my desk from him. It was hand written and the content was dramatic. I couldn’t hold my tears and started crying at work. And by that I don’t mean tearing only but crying; crying like a baby.

I feel this way too when I think of traveling. I can’t bare the thought of leaving home, my family and my room. Oh well, even my bath room. I even miss home even when I go to chalet. Some times I spend many hours outside home that I start to miss it. I feel depressed when I think of traveling. I feel choked with tears when my parents drop me at the airport. I still haven’t cried at such occasion. Maybe because I am always emotionally prepared unlike sudden events like the ones mentioned above.

I feel like crying when I see my nephew laughing. I feel like crying when I see my sick grandmother lying for what seems forever in her bed. I feel like crying when grandpa doesn’t remember who I am. I feel like crying when I see my best friend happily married. I feel like crying at weddings even if I didn’t know the bride and groom. And when it’s the wedding of people close to my heart, I feel numb.


My nephew’s hug without me asking for it; is the best thing that ever happened to me. I miss kissing his tiny chubby hands, biting his tummy, and tickling the bottom of his feet.

I miss O, who used to clean our WC at work. It stinks now.
N, I wish you ignore those ignorant people at work; I don’t want you to have a heart attack.
A, I wish he becomes a real man and appreciate you.
Myself, I wish you make up your mind.

I wish to know if my childhood nanny is still alive.

heffff (A Tweety-like kinda heffff)

I hate posting such posts.

The Haunted House (2)

Gate at Fyvie Castle Aberdeenshire
Originally uploaded by Simon Harb.

My friend’s idea was to visit the cursed house. I thought that she was only joking or trying to scare me, but I was wrong. My friend had already decided and packed her stuff for the wild trip. At first, I thought that it was a silly idea, but then I realized that by this trip I will be able to prove her wrong and assert my scientific realistic theory; that there is no such thing as a ghost or a demon. And finally after her long nagging; I agreed. I wanted to free my friend from the worry and fear she lived in.

The big day had come. We packed some food and water. My friend surprised me with a knife hidden in her pocket in case of a ….. I did not know! I guess she wanted to feel safe with a simple weapon. I told her that a knife can not kill ghosts since they aren’t made of flesh and blood like humans. My intention was to tease her but she took it seriously and stole her father’s gun. I took my diary to make sure I’d write down the state of mind my friend was in so that she would laugh at herself after discovering how foolish she was.

The time has arrived, so we started our five meter journey to the old deserted two story house. Our first stop was the external gate. I stood there watching the view of the inside garden; it looked stunning. The grass was tall, and the trees were scattered here and there. It looked unorganized but I admired the greenery and wondered how it survived the hot climate. Despite the trash thrown all over the place, I imagined that with a little gardener’s touch it would’ve looked like paradise. At that point my friend Salma started saying her prayers as a protection from demons so I did the same. I had to take my precautions in case she turned out to be right.

After we were done with our prayers, Salma climbed the gate. She did it skillfully because she was an acrobat. As for me, I was like an 80 year old crumbled old lady with heavy bodily fat. My friend of course started to make fun of me as I tried hard to hold on to the fence. I didn’t want to fall, neither to break the gate. Climbing up the fence seemed easy but landing on the floor took more time. I couldn’t just jump. What if I broke a bone or something. So after strenuous effort I landed safely on the ground. I took a deep breath and started my discovery.

The Haunted House (1)

My Face is my Fortune

Where are you going to my pretty maid



Where are you going to,
My pretty maid,
Where are you going to,
My pretty maid?

I'm going a-milking, sir,
She said,
Sir, she said,
Sir, she said,
I'm going a-milking, Sir,
She said.

Shall I go with you,
My pretty maid?
Shall I go with you,
My pretty maid?

Yes, if you please, kind sir,
She said,
Sir, she said,
Sir, she said,
Yes, if you please, kind sir,
She said.

What is your father,
My pretty maid?
What is your father,
My pretty maid?

My father's a farmer, sir,
She said,
Sir, she said,
Sir, she said,
My father's a farmer, sir,
She said.

What is your fortune,
My pretty maid?
What is your fortune,
My pretty maid?

My face is my fortune, sir,
She said,
Sir, she said,
Sir, she said,
My face is my fortune, sir,
She said.

Then I can't marry you,
My pretty maid?
Then I can't marry you,
My pretty maid?

Nobody asked you, sir,
She said,
Sir, she said,
Sir, she said,
Nobody asked you, sir,
She said.

Note: Some people didn't get it, maybe they were too lazy to read it fully :P

So I highlighted the main points there. Hope you get it dude!

Shrinking

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Remember when we used to shrink images and save documents on disks?
Remember the piles of disks on your desk? Remember how long it took a disk to show files or to open them?
Aren't you glad that those days are over?
I am thankful for the invention of memory sticks.
They are small. They save and show files fast.
CDs were discovered before, but CD burning takes time too.

Information storage space shrunk from a room to a 5cm piece that you can hide in your pocket or hang as a necklace.

Don't you wish some other things shrink as well too?
Your car for example? So that you don't have to worry about finding a place to park?
Your bum?

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Or maybeee your man?

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Who knows, maybe the translated saying "Her husband is her ring" becomes real?

The Haunted House

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“Ghosts are the creation of fictitious minds”; that was my belief until I visited the haunted house which has always been an attraction to me and my friend. She used to tell me countless stories about people going to that house and disappearing afterwards and stories about survivors who managed to get out but were obliged to go to psychiatric help.

I used to mock my friend for believing such foolish stories. How could an invisible thing exist, and even if it did, why would it harm innocent people. I just could not accept that thought and tried hard to get it out of her mind but she just would not listen. She was predetermined and stubborn.

My friend lived next door to that house with her bedroom window over looking the house; a thing that caused her haunting fear day and night. She surprised me one day by suggesting an unexpected idea…

to be continued

I Love my Shoes

I went to AL Koot shopping mall. On my way in, one young lady with her two friends were yelling at 3 young men who seemed to be flirting with them. All I thought was "this is just the beginning, what will happen next" as I was intending to roam around alone.

All was fine, no body bothered. In fact no one even looked in to my eyes. Why? I didn't know. I was just glad that I shopped safely. On my way out, a guy said: " wesh hal jooty?!". That's when I knew the secret and realized that my big bulky sneakers didn't fit in.

***

I liked how the fruits and vegetables area was neat and clean. So I took my camera and started shooting. Sellers there were so happy with the camera and wanted to show up on each picture I took. They were so co-operative. I bet they thought I was a journalist.

I like the water melon shot the most

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Kuwait Single Girls Society

TooT tOOt

تقول الأخت الفاضلة دبليو من المملكة العربية السعودية
انا مقبلة على ٢٥ وشايلة هم القطار اللي بيفوتني،، مير* اصلا ما ادري وين المحطة

وتقول الأخت الفاضلة بروك من الكويت
هالعمر فيه عيب واحد .. الا و هو انج راح اتلقبين بلقب جميل جدا اذا ما تزوجتي

أما الفنان راشد الماجد من المملكة العربية السعودية فيقول
القطار وفاتنا

التحليل
أنا أقول بما أن دولنا هذه ليس بها قطار واحد فكيف لنا أن نطوفه وكيف لنا أن نسأل عن الطريق إليه

النتيجة
لا يوجد قطار

الحل
أن نتبع ما يقوله الفنان عبدالمنعم مدبولي من جمهورية مصر العربية
توت توت
توت توت
توت توت توت توت توووووت

Um Rashed

تعلن (أم راشد) عن افتتاح مقرها الانتخابي بقاعة الراية

ولكل عانس ومطلقة طشة فال وبديكير ومنيكير وأبر تفخ الشفايف ورفع الحاجب

ويوجد لدينا دكتور لشد التجاعيد وشفط الدهون

كل هذه الأعمال مجانا

لا تترددن بأصواتكن أيتها نون النسوه

سوف أمحي كل عنوستكن

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موضوع آثار التقدم بالسن وكيفية المحافظة على الشباب أصبح محور حديث زميلاتي اللاتي يبلغن من العمر الثلاثون وما فوق، كل واحدة تنظر في مرآتها الصغيرة وتتفحص وجهها وصفة أسنانها، يتناقشن حول التجاعيد التي تظهر أسفل العين، خططهن المستقبلية حول العلاج بالبوتوكس وأفضل أنواع الكريمات المستخدمة مثل ماركة أوباجي

هذه الماركة لديها عيادة طبية بالكويت لفحص البشرة وتحديد نوع الكريمات، ما أثار دهشتي هو تقديمهم علاج لازالة رائحة الابط

ألا تتمنون ارسال بعض معارفكم هناك

Botox

Obagi

ماذا سأفعل يا ترى حين أبلغ الثلاثون، آآآآه الثلاثون وما أدراكم ما سيجره الثلاثون

رقم مخيف

ليس به رحمة

لست بطفلة ولست بمراهقة

لست بفتاة ولست بصبية

ثلاثون

ثلاثة من العقود

هل ستجرني الى قبر يملؤه الدود

أم جنة تملؤها الورود

هل ستتحول حياتي من رقود وركود وجمود

الى حياة فيها يتحقق الوفاء بالوعود

هل سينطفئ القلب الحسود وتتلاشى كمية الوقود

أم سيطعن بالبارود

مالت على الهنود

يسمون الحليب دود

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Once upon a time a guy asked a girl: "Will you marry me?". She said "No", and the guy lived happily ever after. Author unknown


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My Date With The French Guy

It was a blind date. We met by a mutual friend. I was late for the date but he was too sweet that he didn't say a word. He looked older than I thought. But he was fine. He was masculine and cute. As I laid under his arms, his friend called. He told her "je suis travaille" with his charming french accent. I was glad that he didn't want anyone disturbing him while being with me.

He asked me if I felt a thing and I said no. He didn't like what I was wearing so he gave me a green robe, white hat, and blue socks. I didn't like the colors, but I didn't care. He applied strawberry lip stick on my lips. I thought that was rude, as it meant he didn't like the one I was wearing but I still didn't care. We didn't talk much. It usually makes me feel uncomfortable when we don't talk much but I knew he was too busy admiring my white teeth. I was so happy and light headed that I fell a sleep. When I woke up, I didn't find him there. Instead, I found a pregnant lady wearing a robe just like mine. Was I in the delivery room or what? All I remember is that I had a date, I don't recall getting married or becoming pregnant. She took me to the sink and made me swallow two large pills. I looked at the mirror above the sink and I saw a stranger. Who is this! Where is my face! What have you done to me? Where is my french date?!

She didn't answer me. She just made me undress. Wicked lady. She took the robe that my date gave me and threw it in the bin. But why? I wanted to keep it as a souvenir. It smelled like Paghi (Paris). She said that I cannot take them while placing a small container in my hand. Strawberry balm was written on it. Great! I have a better souvenir. As I left the place holding my treasure; I opened it later on only to find 2 great, big, bloody teeth.

Random Thoughts

1. I heard a problem on the radio about a man who wants to marry a second wife while his first wife has a condition on their marriage certificate that he should never marry another woman. The lawyer was by the woman's side.

2. I heard that a divorced man becomes mo3aqqad after his first failure. He strives to not to repeat his mistakes.
I also heard that a divorced man becomes easy and flexible in his second marriage in order to save his second try.

3. Some people say that marriage out of love fails in most cases. Love does not last.
Other people who choose traditional marriage fail too.

4. Good religious men with no experience in relationships want to marry beautiful girls. They feel they deserve the best. Some of them even with beards look for girls not wearing veil. But once they marry her, they start imposing their rules. Why not look for someone who wears hijab from the beginning?

5. Regular men with experience don't care that much for beauty, they settle for less. Some look for a religious covered girl because they don't trust themselves. Some marry less fortunate girls because they know they would not feel jealous.

6. She wants to wear makeup, he doesn't want her to.

7. He's sick with an incurable disease. He wishes he had another disease even if it were a worse one. He thinks at least it would have it's medicine.

8. They were exchanging mobile shots and movies of a wedding that had famous singers. One exclaimed that it was great that mobiles weren't taken at the entrance of the wedding hall. The others mocked her "they would not dare to take our mobiles". They even shared watching the movies with men. They think that as long as the audience cannot be seen clearly, they would not be known. "So what's the problem? Just shut up Missy!"

Missy replied: "If it weren't for your actions, they wouldn't have thought of taking your mobiles away".

9. It is sad when I see that two people get married without their parent's approval. It usually ends in divorce either because of arising problems or the husband submitting to his parents command (mothers mostly). He proves his strong personality in the beginning, but fails to continue. Do parents have the right to disapprove a marriage?

White Pigeon

I ran over a white fat pigeon standing on a curve coming from the highway
I felt it being crashed under my car (not under the tires)
I saw it in the mirror being split in to pieces
It's white feathers flying in the air
I saw it on my way but I thought it would fly
I had no time to think or move, as I was on a curve

Please forgive me :~(

Honey, Where are you?

A married lady called Khalid Abdul-Jaleel, the lawyer, on his weekly radio program (Saturday, 2pm) asking about her husband's behaviour. She says that he stays in the bathroom for 1-4 hours and when she asks him why he takes so long, all he says is "why are you in a hurry?". Khalid Abdul-Jaleel had no solution or an explanation to the problem as he only deals with law cases. But he added that this is the third same problem he hears in one week. He advised her to check with a psychologist.

So guys and gals, what do you think is keeping the husband for long hours in the bathroom?

Interesting topics I read on Al Watan newspaper today Friday:

1. Chef Abeer Al-Rashid says: "The way to an oriental man's heart is through his mind, and not his stomach".

2. Latest mode: Lie tests for men proposing for marriage.

Why Do fewer Women..

get married these days?

Because they would rather have bacon in the fridge, than a pig in the living room.

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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.

مذكرات عانس 2 الجزء الأخير

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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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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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

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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 ;)

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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.