Monday, October 29, 2007

Sheva




by EvansLight





عندما تحلقـنا حوله

كانت أنامله تداعب أوتار الغيتار

حيث كان يعزف لنا ألحاناً بسيطة

و يتغنى بكلمات أبسط

لم أفهم معناها

و كل ما أذكره منها هو كلمة شيفا

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عندما تحلقـنا حوله

نسيت القيود

أبديت إعجابي

لم أبلع الكلمات

لم أخفِ النظرات

لم أستحِ طالما هو لا ينتمي إلى بيئتنا

بل غنيت معه و صفقت

وشعرت بأنني في عالم آخر

وردي .. جميل و بسيط أيضاً كبساطة ما غنى لنا

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عندما تحلقـنا حوله

اختلطت طفولتي بأنوثتي

فأمام موسيقاه شعرت بأنني

في برنامج بارني

حين يغني مع الأطفال

و حين استسلمت لعينيه

شعرت بأنني في عالم وردي

يشبه قصص الحكاواتي

التي تفيض حكاياته بالرومانسية و الأحلام

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عندما تحلقـنا حوله

مر الوقت سريعاً

و بما أنه كان يومه الأخير هنا

انتهت الأغنية

و توقف التصفيق

و لم يتسنَّ لي ابداء

رأي بكلماتي

لكني سعدت بالتعبير عن

مشاعري بنظراتي

و هذا كل ما في الأمر

أما هو فإلى المطار شد الرحال


2/9/2007

Written by Flamingoliya
Edited by Broke

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Bait

بيت مفتوح
ريحته قهوة
يستقبل الخلق إلي يخافون الله

مساكين ما يدرون وين يروحون
المعاملة تاخذ أيام وشهور

يرشونهم بابتسامة وبتمرة
خطة يطفون فيها القلب المحترق بجمرة

بيت بسهالة يبلع فلوسك
وبصعوبة يرجعهم لك

مستغل حاجة الناس له
واسمه على غير مسمى

صبرت عليه وايد
بس شكلي منه بنحاش حتى بدون فوايد



بيت أعرفه
ولا أثق به


Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Pleasurable

Love freshens,
Cleanse,
Feeds

I would give anything for a moment of love
It's the most pleasurable feeling
It's why God created us

Happy people are loved
Loved people live longer
Love is the cure for all illness'

It's the rule of the world
When adapted;
Peace would conquer

Monday, October 08, 2007

Do you watch

منجنيق وقت الضيق
؟


Monday, September 24, 2007

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.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

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



Monday, September 17, 2007

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.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Thursday, September 13, 2007

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

Saturday, September 08, 2007

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!

Thursday, September 06, 2007

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





Friday, August 31, 2007

Puzzle

Updated 2/9/2007

Here's the answer:








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Guess what this is about?

Hint: Not the Avenues



Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Inner struggle



He calls;
I'm vulnerable;
I don't pick up the phone.

He sends a message;
I am relieved;
I don't have to call back.

The next day;
I am depressed;
I need to talk to someone.

I lay on my bed
He calls
I watch his name blinking on the screen;

Calling me "rescue is here",
and my mind tells me "the devil is here";
I ignore.

He hangs up
I feel guilty and yet,
I feel great relief

I defeated the devil

Saturday, July 28, 2007

3oqad


chained out
Originally uploaded by Darwin Bell
3oqad 3oqad 3oqad

What's so secret about hiding an email? Especially when you deal in real? Wallah I thought they were exchanging visa numbers.

What is it with some people who act freely online, while in real they pretend they don't even know you.

How come some men don't greet you in public or, when they are with their wives?

I don't understand...
I don't know how to act...
or how to respond anymore..



Don juan
He walks with pride. He talks with pride. They're all mad about him. He is cute, but he's not my type. I don't like work related Don juans. It's not the right atmosphere.



I always heard about it, but I just felt it. Why are all the good men taken?


I told him he was too young to get married. His defensive answer proved me right "I'm a man" (ana rayyaaaal) with a full chest and laid back shoulders.
Now he proved me more right, that he's having second thoughts after a loooooooong engagement period. Not to mention the reason for choosing her in the first place was her being very pretty (sarookh).


* Sharing a passion for something in common is very attractive and ...

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

One day in your life


bike
Originally uploaded by flamingoliya
My parents won't allow me to ride a bike
But this picture gave me hope

Monday, July 23, 2007

Om-Tak3a Story

وصلني بالايميل:



في أحدى الأيام إلتقيت بشخص محترم ومؤدب ووقعت في الحب .

وعندما قررنا الزواج قررت أن أقدم أغلى التضحيات بالنسبة لي

وأتخلى عن أكل البقوليات وخاصة الفول. بعد بضعة اشهر من الزواج،

وفي يوم عبد ميلادي ، كنت في طريقي للعودةإلى المنزل بعد إنتهاء

دوامي في العمل تعطلت سيارتي في الطريق

وحيث أننا نعيش في الريف إتصلت بزوجي واخبرته انني سوف

أتأخر قليلاً حيث أنني مضطرة أن أعود إلى البيت مشياً على الأقدام .



في طريقي للعودة مررت بمحل صغير يبيع الفول وكانت رائحة الفول

أقوى من أن تكمل مسيرك دون أن تتوقف .

فقلت لنفسي أنني سوف آكل صحناً صغيراً ومن السهل جداً

التخلص من جميع آثار الفول أثناء سيري إلى البيت ، حيث أن الطريق طويل ،

فتوقفت عند المحل وإشتريت صحناً من الفول وأكلته

وأحسست بأنني مازلت جائعة فأكلت الصحن الثاني ثم الثالث .



في طريقي إلى المنزل حاولت جهدي أن أتخلص من جميع الغازات التي تملأ

بطني بسبب أكلي للفول .

عند وصولي إلى البيت رأيت زوجي ينتظرني عند الباب فرحاً لرؤيتي

وهو يقول لي " حبيبتي ، لقد عملت لك مفاجأة للعشاء الليلة "

وطلب مني أن أغطي عيني بقطعة قماش ، ثم أمسكني من يدي وأدخلني غرفة الطعام

وأجلسني على الكرسي ، وفي اللحظة التي أراد فيها أن يرفع العصابة من على عيني رن جرس الهاتف ،

فطلب مني أن أعده بأن لا أرفع العصابة حتى يكمل مكالمته ويعود .



وأثناء إنشغاله بالمكالمة بدأ مفعول الفول يظهر مرة أخرى ،

وأصبحت لا أستطيع أن أتحمل أكثر من ذلك فوجدتها فرصة ورفعت إحدى رجلي لأطلق سراح واحدة بصوت مزعج ودويي هائل عندها أحسست بفرحة غامرة وشعور بالنصر.

لم تكن طويلة ولكن كانت رائحتها قوية كرائحة الشاحنة المحملة بالسماد،

فرفعت المنديل من على رجلي وحركته يميناً وشمالاً لتحريك الهواء وإبعاد الرائحة .

وأحسست مرة أخرى بأني بحاجة إلى إطلاق واحدة أخرى تشيه الأولي أن لم تكن أقوي ،

وكنت ما أزال أسمع صوت زوجي يتكلم بالهاتف ففرحت و رفعت رجلي مرة أخرى

وأطلقت الثانية ثم الثالثة فالرابعة وأصبح المكان رائحته كريهة

كرائحة الملفوف المطبوخ ... وحيث أن زوجي مازال على الهاتف يتكلم

قلت في نفسي ستأخلص مما تبقى من الغازات في بطني وأخرجت الباقي

وأحسست بالراحة ولكن أصبحت رائحة المكان لا تطاق ...



ومرة أخرى حركت المنديل حتى تختفي الرائحة ، وبعد بضع دقائع سمعت زوجي

يودع الشخص الذي معه على الهاتف ورجع إلى الغرفة ، فرسمت على وجهي صورة

البراءة بحيث أنني لم أفعل أي شيء . ورفع زوجي العصابة من على عيني ،



looooooooool



تفاجئت بوجود 12 شخص حول مائدة الطعام يصفقون لي ويقولون : "عيد ميلاد سعيد "



من خجلي من الموقف أغمى علي

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Basboosa


Low Tech
Originally uploaded by Uninen
Dr. Fawziya Duree interviewed Khalid Abduljalleel again last night. The best part of the interview was that he seemed to have never heard of masochism or sadism in spite of the fact that he knows a lot of marriage/divorce issues.

The Basboosa Story

He told a story about a lady who called herself Basboosa. She made 25 men fall head over heels for her only by telephone; no one had ever seen her in real. This Basboosa lady turned out to be a guy; an Egyptian building security guard. He always received gifts from them, some of which were daily Kunafa in which he shared with his neighbor security guards.



The Bas bosa Story

oo 3ala 6arey el basboosa, I remember when a few years ago in Mecca when I had just finished my omra rituals and on my way back to the nearby hotel, a guy with a dish of basboosa came to me saying: " BAS BOSAH" in a cheap way. I felt sick to the stomach and MAD especially that I had just finished my omra and supposed to feel good and purified.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Gorgeous


eva
Originally uploaded by flamingoliya
She's 32

He's 25


;)

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Dr. Hiffff


I like this building at the freezone area

*****


أنا: دكتور اليوم فيني ..... فكنت غايبه
الدكتور: الله يعطيك العافية
أنا بتعجب: الله يعافيك


الدكتور: شالمطلوب؟

أنا: مرضية

الدكتور: هففففففففففففففففف

silence

وايد أفكار وكلمات يات في بالي ماراح أكتبها لأنكم راح تكرهوني


الدكتور: هففففففف

silence

الدكتور عطاني الورقة

أنا: شكرا

silence


*****


Today at 8 pm I read shopa's post about a play and decided to go. I knew I'd be late, and I also knew that in Kuwait, no one's precise in time. So at 9 sharp I was at the door and was surprised that the play was over! I only got to see the applause in the end and by that only, I was amazed. It seemed to be like a nice play; the music and the dancing. I didn't know we had such young talents. Worst thing was that the place was loaded with people and hot as hell.

As I left the building, I was feeling disappointed that I missed it, guilty for canceling my plan with my friend, and old cos (mani gayla).


*****


Confession
I love my nephew more than his brother, because he looks like me. It makes me feel guilty.

*****

Carfor is huge, made me feel dizzy. You need to wear sports shoes when you go there.



Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Memoirs of A Single Girl (10)



A. Knock.. Knock..
B. Who's there?

A. Kha6eeb.
B. Kha6eeb who?

A. Kha6eeb erhabi.

B. Get lost!