Sunday, July 13, 2008

I have a dream;

Take a chance of me.




* Inspired by Mamma Mia Movie.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

She leaves

with nothing but a dead leaf


a false dream


and a vivid reality.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Quest


I feel that something is missing but I don't know what it is. I feel lost. I feel alone, so alone. Maybe I'm missing some friends? Maybe I'm sick of my boss, my job, the atmosphere I work in. Maybe it's all these reasons together.
Suffocation
Dehydration
Dust
Lust
Man quest
Man's chest
I adhere
I cohere
Chains
Stains
Wrapped up
Fallen down
I sleep
Deep sleep
Night
Dark
White eye
Black cat
A little girl's whisper
Flames, wake up
It's just a dream
A fancy dream
Wake up
A green stream
of hopes
of dreams
of fairies
of monkeys
hanging on my chest
tickling my neck
squeezing my arm
Flames, wake up
it's your judgment day.

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Unchangeable Fate

Today we passed by AlKoot Mall, it was an unplanned visit and I was wearing high heels. You know that I can't walk properly in them, especially on slippery grounds like MALLS. So, luckily, I saw flat sandals that I wanted before but haven't found my size in Kuwait city. I bought them and continued shopping wearing them so that I wouldn't slip!

On my way out, walking happily with somethings I bought that, also, weren't available in the city, I slipped! Well almost! I stepped with one foot on the wheel chair path and slid with my new flats  with a loud scream followed by a laugh to hide the embarrassment. I felt my legs part from my body.

Now as I think of it, would I have slipped with my heels? Was I trying to change unchangeable fate? 

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Elections are over



Din Din Din Dom

and the weather is great outside

Din Din Dinnn

no one is sending me any SMS

Dinnnnn


Sunday, May 11, 2008

ma3indi sot, I'm under age

alo
btrash7een flan?

LA!

laish?

KAIFI !!   CHUCK
*******

alo
bitrash7een flan?

mani gayla, asrar

wel walda?

7ita ehya mara7 tgool, asrar!     CHUCK
**********

alo
bitrash7een flan?

LA!

laish?

leanna wayid ediz msgs!
***********


alo
bitrash7een flan?

MANI EMRASH7A A7AD!

laish?

BAS!

ee laish? matabeen etrash7een FLAN? tara wayid zain!

LA!!!!!          CHUCK!
*************






DO THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO KEEP CALLING AND ASKING US WHETHER OR NOT WE'RE VOTING FOR DIFFERENT FLANS?


I AM PISSED, AND WILL VOTE FOR THE ONE WHO HAVEN'T CALLED OR SENT ME A SINGLE MSG!

YA3NI MA77AD!


Tuesday, April 29, 2008

za7ma

عندي فكرة جهنمية
ليش ماتسون المؤتمرات في المطار؟
وتريحون الشرطة والشعب والشارع إلي ابينبط؟
والحصران الي مثانته ابتنفجر
 
 
والموظفة الحكومية الي وراها دقة كرت بالدقيقة والثانية والي ملازمة البيت اعتراضا على الزحمة؟
لأنها تدري لو شنو ماراح توصل
 
 
الانقطاعات زادت
والخصومات ارتفعت نسبتها
والمعاش بانخفاض شديد

Monday, April 21, 2008

Keep on spending

 
Luxury,

Gifts,

Material things in general;

Are temporal tranquilizers

 

The real remedy for your illness is:

 

To make more money,

And to keep on spending

 

Sunday, April 20, 2008

I don't know

Truth Fiction Dreams Fantasy I don't know what's real anymore.

Monday, April 14, 2008

fini sarkha

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
 
 
PLEASE SARKHAW MA3AY
 
1
2
3
 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
 
 
I WANT TO KILL SOMEONE
I WANT TO STRANGLE HIM
 
 
 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
 
 
 
HHHHHHHHHH

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Perrier VS Beer

Excuse me Sir, but I didn't know that pronouncing the word Beer is a taboo.
 
I had some work with a company that imports Beer. So when discussing it with my boss, he was refering to it as Perrier the whole time. I kept on correcting him, but he was insisting. He wouldn't believe that it was Beer although he was holding the papers that spelled out the WORD BEER!
 
It's been three days now, and still refering to it as Perrier. So, I was gossiping about it with a colleague of mine who confessed that yes, he wouldn't say Beer either, because the word is considered a taboo! He was amazed at how brave I was saying the word out loud!
 
"Would ji3a be a better title?" I asked.
 
No! Because it made me the taboo girl now, Flamingoliya ji3a! as he desided to nickname me!
 

Monday, April 07, 2008

Just Wondering...

You know when you're at work and you have piles of papers and files covering the beautiful wooden texture of your luxurious governmental desk (6aal)...
You know when you start wondering and questioning yourself ever silly question you have just to keep yourself entertained....
So I was wondering...
What would happen if I spilled thick sugary Turkish coffee on the contract I'm studying?
I did it once, but the papers were yellowish, this time they are white...
When they were yellowish, we (I, the consultant, and the colleague who's work I ruined; the one who yelled and almost swore at me) wiped it off with Kleenex. Kleenex can be a useful tool, even more useful than when you have a stuffed nose.
But what would I do with white paper? What? What?
What would my boss do?
They will fire me. Yes, they will, I am Kuwaiti, and Kuwaitis don't get fired, but they will!
 
 
Ohh, yes, isn't that what I deeply, wishfully, wish and aspire for?
 
 
Ohhhhhh yessssssssss
 
 
I am relieved......
 
 
I have hope now....
 
 
I am ready now to get back to work.....
 
 
 
 
Happily :D

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Stocks VS Boss

مديري ومؤشر البورصة
 
 
كلما ارتفع كلما كشت فيني
 
و كلما نزل كلما حط علي
 
 
عفيه
خلوه دايما مرتفع
(أحلام موظفة حكومية)

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Reverse Psych.

i don't work
i don't have a job
i don't have to wakeup early 
i don't have a job
i sleep late
i am on vacation
no it's not over
no
no
no

no
no i don't have to sleep now
no

i love you
i love you 
i love you

Friday, March 28, 2008

Where Art Thou?

I sing a song,
I call your name;
but no one answers

The echo of your name,
of my own voice;
is all I hear

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

I Say a Little Prayer


I say a little prayer

A prayer to redeem you
A prayer to destroy you
A prayer to collide your world
To break the heart of your soul

A prayer;

that is not a prayer

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Do You Remember?

Do you remember?
When we used to play?
We hid, we ran
We jumped, we sang
We danced, we fooled with each other
And then
We grew up
We grew apart
But I know
I am still in your heart

The mark you left on my right hand is still there
Your way of showing love was by beating me
The more you beat me, the more I felt your love
I knew you just wanted to tease me
I knew you just wanted to please me

Those memories cannot be forgotten
When I am mad at this world
I lay back on my bed
Close my eyes
And just remember and dream of my younger years
I change sides
With a smile on my face
I sigh
And sometimes I wake up and laugh

Sweet days they were
Sweet memories they are
Sweet dreams they will always be

I am forever thankful
For the sweetness you added to my life
No one
And I mean no one
Ever replaced you
Except a few fake copies of you

I will forever be
Grateful


Inspired by Aisha ElMarta

Sunday, March 16, 2008

The Day She Learnt

Once upon a time
There was a girl
Who wanted to fall in love

She went up a cliff
and jumped
She fell on a flower

It was a rose
Thorns punctured her soft skin
But the rose petals wiped away her blood stains

It was the day she learnt what love is
It hurts
It makes you cry
But it wipes away your tears.............. softly