Mind of a Kuwaiti Man

2006-04-22T00:33:00.000+03:00

I walked in Coffee Bean the other day, stood at the counter and waited for the guy to take my order. It was hot that day and I felt like having something cold…"can I have one ice blended mocha please" then the guy asked me for my pink card. About the same time I was gonna take my wallet outta my back pocket I felt something grabbing both my legs, at my thighs from the back…then so suddenly, I felt something up my butt!!!! I let out a very faint and girlish "uh" and turned around quickly…it was a kid..maybe three years old..trying to smell my butt!!!i looked at him as he had his hand on my thighs looking up at me and smiling. I looked around to see who the hell let their kid creep up and get his face right up my butt!!! "no no ta'al habeeby" said the maid in a typical pilipinoo accent. I kept looking around, I wanted to see whose kid this was. I didn’t see anything. There were three tables each occupied by two guy's who seemed not the type at all. There was another table with two ladies sitting, chatting ever so loudly. I kept looking at them. Nothing. Not even a glimpse. They just sat there yapping about god knows what while what most likely was their child was running around smelling other peoples butts!!!
The kid continued to wander around while his maid chased him, trying to keep him outta trouble I guess. I stood at the other side now, waiting for my drink. I kept looking around. Still nothing. None of the adults there were paying attention at all to this kid, only his Pilipino maid who followed him around seemed to care. "mista homaa, ua drinkkk is nowa reaadddyy" I turned around to pick up my drink. Guess what I felt now. Yup. Two small hands taking a hold of my thighs. But no, this time I knew what was coming. And before anything happened I clenched up my butt cheeks tight and braced for the incoming ;p

2006-04-21T00:00:00.000+03:00

Sometimes you see things, read something, or just hear a song that will leave you utterly speechless…..

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,

Why do we think so much?? Why can't I live life day by day, not worrying about tomorrow?

So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care

I don’t want to do the right thing anymore…I want to do what I feel, say what I mean, I want to live my dream..

You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.

Last night, for a moment's time, hope visited me again…

I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

For the very first time, I knew what it felt like to be loved…

I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be

I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.

I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

And after that moment was spent and gone…hope was no where in sight..

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me

But in that moment…I lived my dream…

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.

I cried…

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

Lyrics from James Blunt's Goodbye My Lover…

2006-04-04T20:30:00.000+03:00

I just heard about the new mall they are building right in front of the American university in salmiya. Supposedly it's gonna be the hippest place in town. It's associated with the villa moda crowd, and you know what that means (if not then your probably it). And now I hear that someone has gotten the Victoria Secret franchise and they are going to open their first store in that new mall. Ah, just what Kuwait needed.

Our house smells of paint! My mom is returning to Kuwait soon after the surgery was successfully completed, she's been away now for over two months, so we thought it would be a nice thing if we would surprise her by painting the house in different colors and getting new furniture, giving it a new look.

Things are going to get real busy soon, so much to do in so little time. But am not bothered at all, actually I felt refreshed to have so much to do. I like the feeling of having something to do, it's much better then just sitting around and thinking all the time.

Speaking of something to do, I have an idea. How about starting a new blog? Not a personal one where I would complain and vent, or share my feelings and my desires, but a social blog. I don’t know, am thinking about a place where people can write down what they think about movies, books, restaurants, stuff like that. This would be a joint blog with more that one member in it…so if any of y'all are interested say so.

Hmmm…something else has been on my mind. Have you been in a relationship where you were expected to give much much more than what you would receive? It never bothered me before, and it doesn’t bother me that much now either, but I think that sometimes it becomes too much, I mean what if I can't give what they want?

There's a group who I would refer too as members of blogger high… hehe walla they remind me of high school, they even got their own popularity contest going on.

I don’t understand the point of having private blogs. Really, what's the point?

I never really knew how much I liked flirting…

Am not hungry, but still want to eat…

Am craving for some ice cream…

Am gonna go now…

Peace out ;p

Update:

2006-03-28T21:12:00.000+03:00

Ok so a lot of you who commented on the last post believed that I am in love. Well am I? I really don’t know exactly what it is. One thing is for certain, you won't be hearing any wedding bells anytime soon. Not that I don't want to get married. Heck if it were up to me I would get married today before tomorrow (ya3ni elyoom gable bacher in English ;p) but it's not up to me. As a matter of fact, the person of interest in my real life story doesn’t share my feelings. She never did and she never will. Why, you ask? Well to put it in one word, bad luck (ok two words). Although in truth it's much more complicated than that. There was a time when I felt bitter and angry. Sad and lonely. There was a time when I felt I couldn’t breathe without her. Those were the worst of times. But am over that now. You see we never were in a boyfriend girlfriend relationship. We were good friends and we still are. I learned to live with the fact of it, and guess what, I never enjoyed our friendship as much as I do now. All it took was for me to remember the reason why I loved her so. Am not bitter anymore. I love my life. And I love the role she plays in my life. These are the best of times. Although I don’t know what will happen in the future, (I hope we'll always be friends) she will always occupy a special place in my heart.
So, if the last long paragraph got you confused or didn’t clear things up for y'all, this might. I am a man in love, but I am as single as they come. And as long as my memory doesn’t desert me, I will love her, in my own way.
Now let me ask you a question, can a guy like me fall in love again…I surely hope so….but can a girl fall in love with a guy like me, knowing how I feel…I sure hope so…
PS, mary just brought me my all time favorite snack, wwl you know what am talking about ;p so I have eat now, then I got to send some e-mail's…I still haven’t written part 3 of the story that am writing, so if you're following I hope that you'll forgive me, bs as with every artist, you cant rush inspiration (wayid thiqa adree ;p) so adios for now, hasta luego, sweet dreams, take care, see you on the other side of the moon (I always wanted to say that, t'was my childhood dream to become an astronaut) oh well…bah bye

2006-03-26T05:10:00.000+03:00

You’ve probably heard this before, from me, or from a movie. You might have read it in a book, or this could be your story. Yeah, some of you sure have felt it. I did. I still do. I won't tell you guys what's gonna happen. Am not gonna tell you what to do or what to say. I won't give you advice, at least not today. I just wish you happiness. I love my life, and I wish you my kinda joy.

2006-03-22T00:54:00.000+03:00

A friend just asked me to say what's the latest on my mind, well a lot is on my mind but right now I can't really think because of this nagging headache I've been having. I have been taking this strong antibiotic which causes the headaches to feel really worse then they are. So, what's the latest on my mind?
Well I finally had the energy today to go back to the gym. With me being sick feels like being a living dead creature. My life stops. I don’t go out, I don’t see anybody. I don’t talk to no one. I felt paralyzed. Being home alone makes a person feel sick, so imagine being sick and home alone. Well am not really complaining, it's just that this fever/infection/exhaustion wouldn’t go away. If it weren’t for one of my dearest friends sticking by me, keeping me company, staying up with me everyday till 2 am so I can take my medicine then I would have surely gone mad. I don’t know a lot of people that would do what she has done for me. Thanks to her this was my most enjoyable sickness ever ;p How can I show my appreciation to this person? How can anybody really show how much they care for another person? Do gifts really work? Maybe a personal card or a note with some kind and inspired words would work. A box of chocolate sounds nice, wonder what kind of message that would send? I never really know what gifts to give. I always was a sentimental fool believing the more thought a person put into the gift or the more time spent on it means a world more than the price they paid. Don’t get me wrong am not a gi39, but it's just too easy to get something somebody else thought of that would work for anybody. A gift should be personal, something from me to you. That said I am hoping that you guys would give me some great gift ideas, or at least you would share a story about a nice gift you received or gave to someone. On a normal day I would be creative enough to think of something so sentimental and sweet, but like I said this headache is just killing me and I can't think right now. Hmmmm, I have an idea! Am gonna start a gift tag. All the following bloggers must give me gifts: WWL, adorra, beyond q8ya, erzulie, temetwir, diigmaa……no? Ok maybe that was a bad idea. Never fear, am gonna come up with a real tag soon enough and all you guys are gonna hate me for it ;p

Ps…..if you still wanna gimme gifts it's ok ;)

2006-03-18T17:36:00.000+03:00

I was walking by the staircase when I heard Mary, my maid, asking me if I wanted lunch now. On any other day I would have though her huge smile was unusual. Not today. Her smile said a lot. Mostly it said "thank you". It said thank you for appreciating what I do around here, thank you for being there for me, for believing me. She smiled for her hero, the one who defended her. I don’t feel like a hero, I don’t feel like a man for doing what I did. I think I was wrong.

Mary, an Indian woman in her early thirties, had a fight with Sophie, the other maid. Sophie is African, e7bishiya, about 19 years old. Unable to settle their own differences, they spread their problem to the rest of the household staff, with the majority supporting Sophie….not wanting to get into more details, I'll just tell you what I did today. Mary came to my room crying about how Sophie is falsely accusing her of stealing five KD from her. I was angry.

I have been alone at home for about a week now, everyone else is outta the country. All through the week I've been sick, still am. The only person who's been by my side helping me out physically was Mary. I trust her and appreciate all the work she does, especially now. To hear her cry and say that she wanted to leave just made my blood boil. I knew no one else around the house liked her and they all treated her badly, but to accuse her of this, they have gone too far now.

I suddenly found myself racing with anger. I walked up the stares to find Sophie sitting on the steps with her hand around her knees. I wanted them to stop. I wanted to scare her a little. I began to scream n shout, point and threaten. I didn’t realize what exactly I was doing until I raised my hand in the air pointing upstairs, and her reaction was to scream and cover her head. I stood there for a second. I was staring at her shaking and crying, she was scared to death. I left, went to my room. I was so aggravated my hands started to shake. I stood there for a minute looking at myself, trying to cool down the anger. My window was opened. I could hear someone on the roof. Someone on the roof was crying. I decided to take a shower. It cooled me down. Twenty minutes later back in my room I could still hear her crying on the roof. Oh my god, what have I become. Now I started to remember her face. How innocent and young it looked. I felt guilty.

Later in the day a friend who I adore suddenly told me that they don’t like me anymore….and it's killing me

first tag ever!!!!!

2006-03-17T15:41:00.000+03:00

Thanks to adorra ;p

Name four jobs you have had in your life:
1) student
2) teacher
3) friend
4) blogger ;p

Four movies you would watch over and over:
1) love actually
2) as good as it gets
3) big fish
4) Jerry McGuir

Four places you have lived in:
1) Kuwait
2) London
3) US of A
4) Saudia of A

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1) Everybody loves Raymond
2) Seinfeld
3) Family Guy
4) Lost

Four places you have been on vacation:
1) Las Vegas
2) Sweden
3) Turkey
4) France

Four websites you visit daily:
1) www.channel4.com
2) blogs
3) investopedia.com
4) www.hotmail.com

Four of your favourite foods:
1) beef & chicken teriyaki with fried rice and extra hot sauce
2) kobe burgers
3) home cooked baryani
4) butter chicken
5) bo6aaaaaaaa6(I know but 4 is just not enough ;p)

Four places you would rather be right now:
1) on a beach, any beach
2) NYC(hometown)
3) taking a space walk
4) with a friend having dinner & a movie

I suppose I have to tag some bloggers now, well if you comment on this post consider yourself tagged ;p

Parents can be cute sometimes

2006-03-15T18:29:00.000+03:00

The best lecture I got from my parents was the one right before I went to college. Why? Well for me I was in the states and my parents came and spent the summer there before university classes started. They gave me a lecture of what was expected and what I should worry about and stuff like that. Hmmm, come to think of it, the best part of that lecture was me knowing that my parents are leaving the states and going back to Kuwait in less than an hour. FREEDOM! After dropping them off at the airport, the first thing I did I went to my living room, in my boxers only, sat down, put my legs on the coffee table, turned on Mtv as loud as possible, and lit up a cigarette. Later on I wanted to catch a movie, there was a theater next to my place that showed independent movies and I thought I'd check it out. So I went inside my closet, and guess what I saw in there, a letter hanging on the wall from dear ol mom. "homer 7abiby la tinsa takwee ehdooomik gable la ti6laa3". At that moment I realized how much I missed them. For about three more days I would find similar letters from my mom placed in various locations around my apartment, each with a kind word and a concerned advice. My favorite letter was the one I found under my pillow, it reads:

حبيبي هومر
اكتب لك هده الرسالة و انا الى طريقي الى السفر الى لندن
ارجو من الله و ادعوه دايما ان يعطيك الصحة و السعادة و راحة البال
و ان يساعدك و يكون بجانبك ليل و نهارو في كل الاوقات
علشان يحميك و يجعل كل خطواتك نجاح و توفيق
عمري و حبيبي
اتمنى ان تكون دايمان هومر الدكي
هومر الحبيب
هومر المجتهد
هومر حبيب امه و ابوه

How sweet is my mom ha? ;p

part2

2006-03-13T04:12:00.000+03:00

It was 1:43 AM
He stared at the poster as he coolly lit up a cigarette.

Happiness= Life-Stress

He thought about what was said to him earlier.
"You're too selfish, and too self obsessed. You think of what others should do for you, you never see that we might need something as well. And you know what? Sometimes….you can be the meanest bastard around"

Have I become the man I hate?

Many months before…

Yousef was smiling. He was walking with Sara to her first meeting with the team.

The team

Salim: He was the perfectionist. He was a man devoted to his family and children. Righteous, and had a lets-do-it-by-the-book attitude. He often thought that seniority alone prevented him from becoming team leader. He had just cause to think so. He was the smartest of the group, and he worked harder than any other member, even harder than Yousef.

Dana: She was a successful married woman who earned the respect of everyone she worked with. She defied the stereotypical image put upon women in her society. She would challenge the best of men and would often beat them on any issue. She was going to be somebody. Those who knew her well though thought that there was something holding her back. An unsuccessful, overly jealous husband, it would seem, was her ball and chain.

Yousef: Team leader. Everybody knew he was destined for greatness. He was as charismatic as he was smart. His tall figure complimented his confidence in himself. His innovative ideas put him in the spotlight, his ambition got him this job. Professionally he was a walking image of what a successful man should be. Emotionally, he was a wreck.

Mohammed: People sometimes wondered how he became a part of the team. There was nothing special about him. He wasn’t as smart as the others. He often would sit through a whole meeting without saying a single word. It wasn’t ambition that got him to accept this challenge. It was loyalty. Loyalty to an old friend who asked him to join this team. His job was simple. He was to support Yousef all the way, to be there for him when he needed him. After all, like brothers, they were.

Sara: She was the new member. A young, enthusiastic, and extremely talented woman. She had the ability to motivate people to do more than what was expected. She had a strong personality and was very unique. She brought life to the team, as both Yousef and Mohammed would later agree.

The first meeting…

Yousef and Sara hit it off immediately. They have worked together only briefly in the past. There seemed to be chemistry between the two. Yousef was looking forward to working with her as much as getting to know her on a personal level. Sara was excited that she was going to work with Yousef. She never really noticed him before they briefly spoke about a seminar they both attended six months earlier. But since then she started to notice him more. They exchanged a smile once in a while. Only recently they began to talk, one polite word for another.

They both entered the room. Yousef started to introduce everybody.

"Hello everyone, this is Sara our new member, Sara you already know Dana" they were somewhat friends "this is Salim" he had some reservations about her joining the team, Not my first choice, Salim thought "and this is Mohammed"
Everybody sat down and talked socially for a minute or two, and then they began to work. Sara immediately let her presence be known. She was full with ideas and wasn’t too shy to make her voice heard and to give her opinion. Yousef felt good after the meeting. He was confident that now after Sara joined, things would finally start to pull together. He was proud. There was something though, something that had bothered him a bit from the start of the meeting. He saw it when Sara and Mohammed first greeted each other. There was…..something.

to be continued....

2006-03-09T02:54:00.000+03:00

"Ama gonna ge ge ge ge get you drunk, get you love drunk off my humps, my humps my humps, my humps my humps my humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps check it out"

Ok, it's exactly 2:39 in the morning, not feeling sleepy at all, I choose to instead of listing my favorite whatever's, am gonna list the first three things I see around me:

First three……

Dvd's:
-Edtv
-When Harry met Sally
-Shrek 2

Books(with pictures):
-Portrait of Islam
-The World at Arms
-Life Laughs Last

Books(no pictures):
-The History of God
-The Commanders
-Sensational trials of the 20th century

textbooks:
- Services marketing
-Advanced financial accounting
- The demand for auditing and assurance services

Things that bring back memories:
- 1998 high school yearbook
-1996 third place soccer trophy from a summer camp
-hairbrush ;p

things I don’t use anymore:
- my old pc( I think it still has windows 98)
-my oud
-hairbrush ;p;p

things totally useless:
- deflated volley ball
-betamex video player
-hairbrush ;p;p;p

things that are not where they should be:
- my jeans on the floor
-ketchup on my shirt
-a stack of about 40 different magazines in my bathroom

things in the trash:
- butterfinger wrap
-a pile of gisher( 7ab abyath)
-empty can of diet pepsi

first three things I thought of after writing this post:
- I love a good mess
-I should go to sleep now
-Why do I still keep a hairbrush ;p

2006-03-06T16:52:00.000+03:00

My mind has stopped working. I only existed in the daily routine I called my life. I no longer thought, therefore I no longer was. Pity those who, for a lack of better judgment or for miscalculated miscalculations, believed in me. Pity those who relied on me.
I will not deliver.
My time here ended long ago. Illusions of what I might become, of the thing I would do, slipped into my reality. Blurred was my vision, silence was my conscience, and yellow was the color of my heart. A combination of any of those two would condemn a man to a life who's life was not what it seemed. Anger for my desire, envy for my thought, and solitude for my chances. Such things would darken a man's sole. Such things would take away his light.

Such are the last thoughts of a man about to blow himself up.

With the press of a button, he takes away his own misery, passing it along to the families of those unfortunate enough to have been in the same place at that time.

A blog from the heart, or: thats what I looked like when I wrote this

2006-02-28T01:33:00.000+03:00

Are you ready for this? Do you really want to know? Ok ladies and gents, this blog is finally gonna live up to its name. I, Homer W. Al-Simpson am going to finally reveal to y'all what really goes on inside the mind of a kuwaiti man. Now some of you guys might agree, some of you might go all righteous on my ass and be like "oh no Homer it's not like that", and soma y'all ladies might know wha' am talkin 'bout (been around the block ha?) ok here we go: Anthropologist Helen Fisher believes that "pair bonding is ultimately driven by the mating instinct" As she is attending a wedding in Varese, Italy she says "look at the joy of this man"(pictured to be hoisting his bride with one hand and rising the other hand to the air in victorious celebration) Fisher continues to say "he has just won the most important thing in his life, the opportunity to pass along his DNA"
Did this guy win? You bet! For us everything is a competition, yes E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G is a competition. And we like winning, always. Sports, jobs, girls, friends, money, parking spots, you name it we want to win it. Even the humblest and most down to earth guy is a selfish prick who wanted to be known as the humblest and most down to earth guy. Oh yes, nothing is natural with us, we are not who we seem to be. You know a guy who is really funny, it's not real. If you think a guy is charming and sophisticated, think again. Men are mass produced with animal features, the rest of our personality that seems to be human like is just an upgrade that women built and installed into our brain system so they can tolerate living with us. In reality women just want us for sex. Why else did they program us to think of sex every twenty seconds of our waking hours? ;p the tragedy of the kuwaiti man is that he has yet to come to terms with the fact that he has no control over his life. What women want women get. Still not convinced? Lets open up Homers male dictionary:

Gezz: (noun/verb/adjective..etc)
ge'ezz
examples:
-Hal mokan 7ada gezz( many girls are in this area, cool)
-khal enroo7 engezz( lets look for girls, it'll be cool)
-falat gezz( girls have left, so not cool)
-ana gezzeez daraja oula( I love and respect women for their minds, am so cool)

At this point homer realized that this post probably doesn’t make any sense at all, or does it?

Hmmmm……..

Fuck it

So where was I? Oh yeah, men are animals and women ruled then universe. We know it, and we don’t really care, we just want a piece of the action and the chance to pass down our DNA….;-p

part1

2006-02-24T21:53:00.000+03:00

He was eager to know more about her. She seemed very intriguing to him.
Yousef has asked Asma to recommend a replacement for her that she felt would adequately fill her position. There were many very qualified candidates, but Yousef knew that it was going to be Sara as soon as Asma mentioned her name.

A couple of months later….

His frustration is at its peak. Yousef has begun to dislike Mohammed. He couldn’t stand the person Mohammed has become. They were the closest of friends, having been on good terms from way back in middle school and all through high school, with their friendship getting even closer and stronger when they were in college. Even though Mohammed was a bit younger than Yousef, they seemed to have a lot in common. Yousef graduated high school and went to the states. His parents sent him to stay with Khaled. They thought it was safer and more economical to have both brothers together. Yousef never liked that decision.

The college years…

Yousef hated living in Chicago. Too damn cold and too damn crowded. But what he mostly hated is that he didn’t have many friends there. Most of his classmates went to different states. Sure he had his brother, which he was grateful for, but the two of them were as different from each other as any brothers could be.
Yousef had barely spent a year in the states and now he wanted to go back home, he has had enough. His parents feared that going back to Kuwait would depress him even more. They told him to give it one more try, this time he gets to pick where he wants to study. After some thought, Yousef boxed his stuff and shipped his belongings due south to the much warmer climates of Florida. "Welcome to Miami". Yousef immediately fell in love with the city.
Mohammed graduated high school a year after Yousef. He went to study in Seattle. He found it difficult settling in that city. Perhaps it was the constant rain. In reality he really missed his home. It didn’t take long till he fell into his own depression.
Spring break of that year he decided to visit Yousef in Miami, he though the sunny beaches would cheer him up. Mohammed didn’t initially share Yousef's attraction to the city, never the less it didn’t take him long to pack up his stuff and move, where he got an apartment three doors down from where Yousef lived.
The days and months passed quickly for Yousef, but not for Mohammed, who was still homesick.
Years have passed. Yousef and Mohammed became the best of buddies. They were so close that people hardly could believe that they were not brothers. They used to talk about the things they wanted to do, the places they would visit, which girls they liked. They had this comforting feeling towards one another that this was a friendship that they could rely on, that they will be a part of each others lives forever. Each one of them appreciated the role the other person played in his life. They thought that their friendship will never change. They thought they would never change. But the harsh truth they were about to face is that people always change…

To be continued……

من الفرحة نسيت اني عليك البارحة زعلان

2006-02-23T23:38:00.000+03:00

Hffff, it took me ten minutes to type that one sentence in Arabic….Anywho, if you know this classic khaled abdulrahman song then you would know how I felt yesterday. I bumped into a guy, a former friend of mine, who I hadn’t talked to for a while. He said some inexcusable things to me and I just couldn’t forgive him. He tried saying hi to me a couple of times before but I would just ignore him and keep on walking. Don’t get me wrong, I am the kinda guy willing to forgive a friend for almost anything but this guy wouldn’t admit he was wrong and wouldn’t say he was sorry, and that pissed the hell outta me. Yimkin rasy yabis showay bs, I don’t know. So yesterday I was surprised to see him, and as usual my first reaction to seeing someone I recognize is to rise my famous right eyebrow way up ;p I think he might have taken that gesture as a form of greeting or something. So he looked at me, and although he hesitated at first, he smiled. At that point I could hear someone inside my head telling me not to smile back, not to say hi, that I should just look away and keep on walking. But in order to do that I needed my anger back. I needed to feel the hurt I felt that day when he said what he said. I looked for it. For a second I even thought I found it. But no. There was no anger in me that day. I was all out. "hala, shloonik?" I said with a medium sized smile on my now blushed face. So we got to talking about ol' times. He started telling me how happy he was in his new job n stuff. The conversation went on for a couple of minutes and then we said our goodbyes and went away without any promises of "see you laters" or "call you up sometimes". And that’s that. Oh, I forgot to mention why I was so happy. Why it was that I said hello. Well, I got to spend the day with a friend of mine that I missed so much and who I haven’t seen in a while. I had a great time catching up with her like old times. I swear this girl spreads happiness like a disease. Her smile is so contagious and just being around her you feel like, well, like sunshine in the rain. She made me so happy that I forgot how to get angry….so min el far7a nesait eny za3laan…;D

"My life is brilliant"

2006-02-18T22:05:00.000+03:00

That’s how James Blunt's song "your beautiful" starts out. My life is brilliant. I laughed often and much. I earned the respect of intelligent people. I have won the trust and affection of little children. I endured the betrayal of false friends. I survived great failures and enjoyed wonderful successes. When I got a second chance, I took it and never looked back. I have lived in different places around the world and have had friends from many different cultures. I have been a good student and an understanding teacher. I cheated, I lied and felt the worst kinda shame. I learned to appreciate beauty for what its worth. I have made someone's life a bit easier and have been a pain in the ass for another. I wrote an article, a story, and a poem. I took a simple idea I had and turned it into reality. I continue to surprise myself with what I can do. You could say that I have been through a lot, and am still young. "But you haven’t lived unless you've been loved". Well, I guess I haven’t lived at all.

P.S today I saw a friend but I didn’t say hi…

….this song is for you.

AL EDARRA AL 3AMMA

2006-02-13T02:52:00.000+03:00

I like food. No let me rephrase that. I love food. Am the kinda guy that loves to eat, if you know what I mean. But I also have particular taste in food. For instance, I don’t eat seafood. Nothing, nada, whatsoever. I don’t eat hamoor, zbaidy, robyan, em6abag or what have you. I also don’t eat anything with mushrooms, lettuce, pasta, dates, anything with a lotta green in it. I don’t like shabzy. I don’t like marag bamiya or bacha. Warag 3anab and taboola just don’t do it for me. The list goes on, which is what prompted my mom to give up. Yes she gave up on me, foodwise. I guess she got tired of me saying "oohhoo ma7ib hal akla bayeeb akil min barraa". Today when I got back from the gym at around 4ish, I asked whats for lunch. Shabzy ans fish. So needless to say I reacted like I always did when the food wasn’t to my liking. But this time there was a twist. As I was about to pick up the phone to order from Little Dragon( vegetable rise and Chinese steak, mmmm) my mom pulls out this piece of paper out of nowhere and tells me to read it and sign at the bottom. Basically the paper was an internal memo( mom has developed this way of communicating with us as if she was the chairman of the house and we were employees, so cute) and the memo stated that she was no longer responsible for choosing our food for us. She was only gonna make lunch for her and dad, the rest have to tell the cook on their own if we wanted anything. At the end the letter she signed" al edaraa al 3amaa" ;p

2006-02-11T18:01:00.000+03:00

Hey honey, what are you still doing here? You know there's nothing more I can do to help you. You relied on me for so long, I know it's gonna be difficult when I leave but you knew this day would come, you knew we couldn’t stay together for so long. It's best that we both leave this place and go in different directions. Who knows? Maybe someday we'll meet again. Maybe if circumstances were different, if things didn’t go they way they went, maybe I could've stayed with you. Everything that has happened has been drawing us further and further apart surely you had no doubt how it was gonna end. Yes it must end. I don’t belong to you, I never did, yet you let yourself believe the illusion that I was yours to keep. You have to live your own life now, without me in it. I know, it’s a cruel and unfair world. But I know you, you'll pull it together someday, you'll find someone like me, or even better, someone stronger, someone that will give you much more than I had. So, it was fun while it lasted, now you have to let me go, you have lost all of me.

Homer: I realize I have to live without you right now, difficult as it may be but I have no choice.

Hope, her name is Hope.

And so Homer reluctantly waved goodbye, afraid....... afraid what life without Hope is like………..it's starting to get dark now…

Memoirs of a Gafsha

2006-02-09T11:51:00.000+03:00

I am proud of myself, am in the best physical shape of my life. My body has come a long way since having to wear size 42 waist. Yesterday I bought a size 33 jean, and am so happy. I certainly took my time though. I started losing weight three years ago at an average rate of about one and a half kilo a month. But it's been hard. I finally am able to balance a good workout with a healthy diet (apart from my obsession with ice cream). I feel good. I lost weight so I can finally run on the beach into the golden sunsets; get to the top of the mountains I always wanted to climb, learn how to hang glide so I can feel like an eagle soaring in the bright blue sky, swim like a dolphin in the English channel…yes I can now achieve these dreams of mine. Qawiyah? Yeah it sounds like what someone on Oprah would say. Ok I lost weight so I would look better, period. Anything wrong with that? Didn’t think so. It feels good walking into a room or a coffee place and have people look at you with an obvious look of attraction in their eyes. You might not notice but somehow we always tend to look over a fat person, which kinda doesn’t make sense cuz they're hard to miss (look at me referring to fat people as them, not us). It's weird, I just thought about it in this sense. When you visit a blog, read the posts and like what you find, do you imagine what the blogger might look like? I do. And guess what the bloggers that I like look like in my head. Yup! For some reason I imagine them looking as good as their writing. I never thought of myself as being shallow. But is that what this is? Is it only me or do we naturally assume inner beauty correlates with our looks? I know that one has nothing to do with the other. Maybe this is just how we react to an attraction to a beautiful mind. All our lives we've been attracted to people for their looks, well at least most guys have, and so we might find it hard being attracted to someone without knowing what they look like. So it might be easier to imagine them looking good, it certainly would fit our natural attractions. Hehe, I know some bloggers that go to arms length to try and "subtly" or "subliminally" assert that they have good looks( refer to the first sentence of this post)((ok maybe not that subtle)). Maybe they do so to attract more visitors and readers to their pages. Do you find yourself more interested in reading someone's blog if you think they look good? I don’t know if it's real or not, maybe it's all in the mind of a Kuwaiti man.

Whats yours?

2006-02-01T21:52:00.000+03:00

I hate cockroaches. I know most people are disgusted by them, but me, I HATE them, terrifying little monsters they are. For some reason last night in bed, right before I went to sleep I started thinking about cockroaches. What if they crawl into the bed when I'm asleep? What if they crawl on ME? Needless to say I couldn’t go to sleep then. I actually got up and turned on the lights and turned my bed upside down looking for those bugs from hell. Now don’t get me wrong, its not like- AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHRRRGGGGG! Oh, false alarm. You see, that’s what happens when I start thinking of roaches, I get all itchy and paranoid and start imagining them crawling up on my legs and stuff. I mean for a grown man to scream like a thirteen year old girl is just embarrassing. So I guess this is my weirdest phobia, here's a list of the weirdest phobias around:
Anablephobia- Fear of looking up
Androphobia- Fear of men
Anglophobia- Fear of England or the English
Anthrophobia- Fear of flowers
Anuptaphobia- Fear of staying single
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
Caligynephobia- Fear of beautiful women.
Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns
Dextrophobia- Fear of objects at the right side of the body.
Levophobia- Fear of things to the left side of the body.
Geniophobia- Fear of chins.
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words
Novercaphobia- Fear of your step-mother
Peladophobia- Fear of bald people
Panophobia- Fear of everything
Phobophobia- Fear of phobias

got blog?

2006-01-30T23:02:00.000+03:00

At first I started blogging cause I had a lot to say (mostly complaints) and no one to listen. My friends, they either had their own problems or just weren’t the listening type. I've always been the kind of guy that was ready to drop whatever I was doin and give my undivided attention to a friend in need with some measurable disregard to how I felt. I guess that’s why I get frustrated at times when my buddies, friends, blow me off when am trying to vent. I know they don’t mean to be careless, that’s just how things are. Am I being too selfish? Hey, I think I crave attention as much as the next guy. "Happiness is a choice" I don’t know I just felt this quote is appropriate. I do tell myself that I shouldn’t think about these things, negative karma, or chi, whatever. But if happiness is a choice, how come we feel so sad at times? Am not talking about the sadness we feel with the death of somebody close, which is unbearable to some. Am talking about the sadness we feel because our dreams are not yet realized. The lost dream of being found. The jealous dream of justice. The forgotten dream of being remembered. He's sad cause he will never hold his dream in his arms. She's sad cause her dream betrayed her. Bravo to the man who can dust himself off and get back on that camel with no less grit or determination. Most, on the other hand, would rather bury themselves under the dirt and cry themselves to sleep. Me? What do I do when my dreams aren't realized? Simply put, I blog….oh, and eat an insane amount of ice cream.

on the edge

2006-01-27T05:10:00.000+03:00

Hold me, don’t let go. I am losing my grip. I can feel the air beneath my feet, but you were right, it's just a warm breeze, am afraid it can't carry my weight. Hold me, I mustn't fall. I know you warned me about this, but I didn't listen, now I am at the edge and I think am slipping. Oh Good Reason, you were right, I know I pushed you away, and now am asking you back. Wait! Don’t go. Pull me up, save me now, and I promise I will never go off track. Please, one more chance, I wont slip again. Don’t stand too far, I am tired and I don’t know how long I can hold. Wait! Where are you? I can't see you…
And now Reason has gone, and with it took my Mind away. Now I am at the edge, left with this Heavy Heart, slowly dragging me down…am losing my grip… I think am about to fall.

this is sad

2006-01-25T20:20:00.000+03:00

Esma3ny 7amood, girls are easy; it doesn’t take much for guy to get a girl to fall in love with her. A couple of lies, Kuwaiti guys are impeccable liars, and the girl is ours. Like I said, girls are naive. You just have to make a certain girl feel special, feel like she was the only one, and it doesn’t matter how many girls you tell they are "the one". "I love him", she will say, "he makes me feel special", she will tell her friends. It's sad that some girls need a guy to make them feel special, but it doesn’t mean we can't take advantage of that.
Why do they look for love? They look for someone that will understand them, makes them laugh, for someone to be there when it's not all good, that no matter what happens will always feel the same as the first time they fell in love, to know who they are completely and still think they are great. This means you are going to have to put up with a lotta of their shit.
I know you're not looking for love because of the mentioned reasons. You are bored and wanna pass the time. Some of your friends make it feels like a conquest to have a girl and keep her loving you for as long as possible. And what's wrong with it when a guy fools a girl into loving him for bragging rights. It is simple. Just tell her you love her and that’s it, she's yours. Not that you have to love her of course, you just say it cause it's what she wants to hear. And in case she finds out you’ve been playing her all along, don’t panic, if you want to keep her you can. First, apologize like hell, and when you're done apologizing, start begging. She will ignore you at first, shutting you out completely. But after a while she will give you a chance to explain yourself to her. At this point you have a very good chance of getting her back, especially when you have a variety of excuses to choose from. You can try the I was foolish and didn’t know what I was doing, or the I was pressured into this and had no choice, there are so many more. Slowly she's gonna start believing your excuses, eventually she's gonna make excuses for you, like saying we weren’t married or engaged so why would I be upset if he talks to another girl. We also have a way of making a girl feel guilty for something we did. Oh yeah, you have to say that you didn’t love the others, (very important to make her feel she is better than them). You have to have a lot of patience because for them this is a big deal, and you have to make it look like this is a big deal for you too. But don’t worry, after some hard work and a little of that charm, she's yours, again. Now your bragging rights have doubled, not only you fooled a girl into loving you, but she took you back even after you cheated on her. Aint girls easy? Believe me it works, I would know.
Your friend and bro, bus3ayid

The sad thing is this is closer to reality than you would like to ever believe...

2006-01-19T05:31:00.000+03:00

"Did you miss me?".…she says.…he was waiting.…waiting for this…. waiting for this moment…..he had no idea he would be so overjoyed with her naive inquiry….yet he pretends he did not hear her….he keeps on walking….he needs to keep on walking…he must….he will use this time to mend his enchantment…he must stay in control of his senses….he cant let her know that this….this moment….this is what he was waiting for…."hey homer"….she says….he makes a dead stop….time stops….his thoughts raging….he turns quickly….not to her….he knows where she is….he knows she's looking at him….her smile….he turns….but not to her….he looks….he looks to the distance….he looks again….now closer….then….he looks….as if by chance he found her….as if….as if he did not know she was there….he knows….he was waiting for this….waiting for this moment…."hello" he says….a shaky smile….faking a fake smile….he lifts his eyebrow….his eyes wide open…."did you miss me?" she says….one more time….he smiles again….he's looking down….he looks to the left….then he looks again….at her this time….another smile….he turns away….keeps walking….heart pounding….he walks faster….he gets to his office….he closes the door….he sits down….looks up…looks to the right….no one is there….he was waiting….waiting for this….waiting for this moment….he whispers….ever so softly….with a single breath….he says…."more than you'll ever know"….

في ظمة الله يا امير القلوب

2006-01-17T01:48:00.000+03:00

do good, be good

2006-01-17T01:24:00.000+03:00

We all go through a period of time when we feel the need to get closer to god, when we are attacked by our conscience and the fear of our unknown destiny gets us to abandon our self-indulgent ways and pursue a more pious lifestyle. Now we all know what's right and wrong, yet we still find ourselves listening to that little red guy on our shoulders. Anyways, here's a story about a guy that wanted to make sure he was doing the right thing. So, like most of us, this guy doesn’t have a complete understanding of our religion and in order to start down the road to salvation, he called a sheikh. Our friend found himself in a situation in which he wasn’t sure how to deal with. Of coarse this story occurred in Ramadan, that time of year when most people rediscover religion, and as surly lose it in the Eid break. Our friend is a young student living in the U.S.; this is what he had to say to the sheikh:
"Hi, I am a young male living in America, I am from Kuwait and I come from a well respected family, as so I have to act respectfully and want to do good for myself. I have tried to stay in touch with the religious laws and practices, especially now it's Ramadan and it counts more. I know that if I break my fast unintentionally I can make it up by fasting an extra day after Ramadan, but what if I don’t know if I broke my fast. This is what happened: one day, after returning home from the university, I started cooking for futoor. It was only an hour before salat el maghreb when my American girlfriend comes to visit. As usual, we greeted each other with a kiss. My girlfriend is not Muslim, so she was not fasting and so she has been eating and drinking. The problem is that when we kissed, I tasted on her lips some of the wine she just had, that wine of coarse has alcohol in it and I know alcohol is forbidding, but does it mean that I broke my fast because I tasted the wine before maghreb, or is it alright because I didn’t intentionally have alcohol. Please send me a reply soon so I know if I have to fast an extra day or not. Thank you."

Hey, he wants to do the right thing, who are we to judge, then again……

Aywwah ba3rafoo!

2006-01-12T23:44:00.000+03:00

I read somewhere that if I was stuck and out of ideas, I should open the dictionary and randomly select a word and start writing stuff down around that word. The theory behind this idea is simple, when a person is told what to do or knows what to do they are more likely to start faster than if they had the freedom to do whatever they wanted. Cuz choosing a topic is the hardest thing to do. It kinda reminds me of the phrase "necessity is the mother of all inventions". So, not having a dictionary close at hand, I went to http://www.wordspy.com/RandomWord.asp, a webpage that randomly selects a word or phrase and gives the meaning.
What I got was male answer syndrome
n. The tendency for some men to answer a question even when they don't know the answer.
Have you ever been to Egypt?
I still haven’t met an Egyptian who had the phrase "I don’t know" in their vocabulary, they always have an answer. And to prove my point, the following questions and answers actually happened in Egypt some time ago.
Guy: lo sama7t, (to guy in street) etdil shloon oosal 7ag findiq Taz? (My late dogs name)
Egyptian answer: ah ah ba3rafoo
Guy: akeed? Ohwa elly 9ayer 3ala shari3 (insert my name here)
Egyptian: ah aywah ba3rafoo, etkhoosh shimal, timshy no9e 9a3a, etkhoosh shimal tany, ba3deeha etbosse le ahwit elmi3alim 7asaneen, howa ekamilak ba'ee el 6a'ree'e

Guy: lo sama7t, (to taxi driver) momkin etwa9ilny 7ag el safarah el ma9riya (in Egypt)?
Egyptian taxi driver: ahh mosh moshkilla
Guy: akeed et3arifha? Mo elsafara el kuwaitiya, el safara el ma9riyah, eb ma9ir
Taxi driver: aywah ba'oolak, a9laan el ezzbooo3 el faat moowa9aal etneen kawayta oh wa7id sa3oodi hnak.
Those conversations really happened. Need I say more?

Every sense of living

2006-01-04T11:12:00.000+03:00

Today I had the biggest breakfast ever. It included a three egg omelet with some bell peppers; on the side I had some classic fries with six pieces of sausage, four pieces of white toast, eight pieces of French toast with maple syrup and a two full glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice. Breakfast of champions comes to mind. It took me five whole minutes to muster up the energy just to get outta my seat after that meal. For some reason I wanted to go back to sleep right then. Anyways, what did I want to talk about, oh yeah, love.
For as long as I can remember, I always believed in love. I hated the idea of the traditional marriages here and the way they come about. I am not talking about arranged marriages, but the common marriage in this society. Boy thinks he became a man, now boy tells mother he wants to get married, mother finds a nice little girl that looks good and is from the right family for her baby, boy meets girl, both pretend to be something they're not, then boy marries girl and they live happily ever after. I know it’s a bit more complicated than that but it does sound that silly to me. I mean the idea of committing myself to someone I barely know seems too, what's the word am looking for, idiotic. Who knows, it might be alright for someone who's just looking for a girl that can have babies and raise his children(I mean tell the maid how to raise the children) so he can go to work, come home have lunch, sleep for a while then go to downiya. Sure, it might work for someone like that but not for me, oh no, what is it that I want; believe it or not I want an actual loving living relationship. Yes, I want to come home and have my wife tell me everything about her day, I don’t want her to leave me alone, I want her to tell me everything that’s on her mind. I want us to share our feelings, no matter what they are. I don’t want her to sacrifice her dreams, to make any sacrifices, cause we shouldn’t have to when we're in love. Yeah ok, you might say that for a relationship to work sacrifices have to be made. Is that true? I mean if I love someone completely for who they are, then what kind of sacrifices do they have to make? You never really love someone if you want them to change. Is love compromise? I say true love is acceptance. I know, I have to be realistic now, and probably gonna get married to someone that in time, after many sacrifices, I will learn to love. You know what, I don’t want to be realistic, I want to believe that there's someone that loves me completely for who I am and wants me for the rest of their lives, not just to be there and to give support, but to LIVE with, in every sense of living. I pray God for it.

My way

2006-01-01T23:26:00.000+03:00

What would you do if you find out you have 6 months to live? Would you continue to live your life the same and go on as if nothing changed or would you try to live your life to the fullest and do everything you always wanted to do? Would you try to do all the good you can while you're still alive, to make up for all the sins you committed? would you suddenly find religion? Or would you lose faith? Would you tell everyone you know about your condition or would you keep it to yourself? Do you let yourself fall in love? Will you'r diet change? Are you going to be nicer to people, or to yourself? How do you want to spend your last day? Would you want to be with everyone you care about and have a huge party, going out with a bang sorta thing? Or do you want to be alone, perhaps with a loved one watching the sunset and just appreciating the life you had?
I don’t know, but I guess am not gonna wait for the doctor to tell me that I have 6 months to live for me to start doing the things I want to do. So I guess this is my new year's resolution, to live as I want to, for six months or for years to come, am gonna live the rest of my life, the way I want to.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

2006-01-01T04:40:00.000+03:00

On top of the world

How Varaidoon responded to his insecure friend

2005-12-31T07:42:00.000+03:00

Hi, I read in your last e-mail that you've been having this feeling that a certain someone your with is too good for you, that you're afraid they would realize it any second and just stop caring about you. You're even thinking what if they already figured that out and they're just too nice to say it bluntly? Let me tell you how it goes. You begin to question everything, starting with what they say, but more dangerously what they don’t say. What do they mean? What are they trying to tell me? Then you become convinced that its true, the inevitable will happen. They are going to leave you. You deal with it two ways. First, you try to change their minds. Trying to show them that you care and letting them know that you'll always be there. You are sure that if you just show them how much you love them, somehow, by magic I suppose, they will let you into their heart and tell you that they loved you all along but were afraid to say anything about it. Of coarse that never happens. No matter how much love you give them, they stay the same. Now you're getting frustrated. You think Why wont they realize it, am the one that’s gonna make them happy, me, no one else will make them happy as I would. Then you do the second thing, trying to get their attention. Everyone likes a little attention their way but noooo, you want it all. You want to be the air they breathe, their warmth in the cold, the object of their every desire. You want to be on their minds from the moment they wake up till the second they sleep, and then you want to be in their dreams too. Cause after all, that’s what they are to you. But you feel left out. So you start doing things you think will get their attention and you might succeed in that, only the result wont be what you anticipated. Now you've reached the end of your rope. The frustration is intolerable, and you start agonizing about your misfortune. But you won't go down so easily, oh no. You turn into a pain in the ass and start bitching about your bad luck. You start blaming the whole world for what really amounted from your enormous lack of self respect, you apprehensive, insecure, and yes, incredibly stupid fuck. So, the next time you're with someone, don’t think about anything, just try to enjoy yourself and enjoy the time you spend with each other. So, if you're feeling a bit insecure, please, do me a favor and find someone else to whine to.

give the truth a chance

2005-12-31T02:47:00.000+03:00

I hate small lies! Why is it that some people feel that they cannot tell the truth about things that really don’t matter? One day I was out with a friend when his phone rings, "aloo, hala, shloonik...la wala magdar mash'3ool o kilish ma3indy waqt." I learned that my friend got a call from another friend asking him if he wanted to go to the movies. We were planning on going to have dinner with some friends later that day. "So, your not gonna go to dinner with us today?" I asked. "Yeah am coming, why wouldn’t I?", "I thought you were busy" I replied. "No no, bas maly kholg movie so I told him I was busy." I wondered why he didn’t just tell his friend the truth. Later I started noticing that he frequently lied about stuff like that. Then I found out that I too was subjected to his lies frequently. Now, some people might excuse these lies as harmless. Some would also go as far as suggesting that these lies were intended to give them an excuse that seems reasonable enough without hurting their friend's feelings. I say that’s bull shit! I mean some might do that to people who they don’t know very well, ya3ni a sort of mujamalah, but to have to lie to a close friend is inexcusable. I know some might say that I am taking this thing too seriously, but I take friendship very seriously and honestly, what does it say about a relationship when lies become necessary, when the truth is not good enough? When I catch my friend lying to me I start questioning him, trying to induce him to make a mistake (hehe, I actually enjoy this part), but then when they cannot answer they make me out to be the bad guy. Hey! (Now am getting pissed off). As if I had no right to question him, as if I was wrong to even consider he would lie to me. Do liars actually think we believe their lies, I mean we might accept it cause they'r friends and everything, but c'mon, don’t insult my intelligence. The corner stone of any relationship is trust, from both sides. I have to trust my friend not to lie to me about anything and he has to trust that he can tell me anything without regret, if not then why the hell are we friends? Hey, if you have personal stuff you don’t want me to know about, tell me so, if you don’t feel like talking or going someplace, say it, don’t treat me as if I were a child that you have to lie to or keep busy in order to avoid the truth. Anyways, I feel better now that I said what I wanted to say, and to my friend I say I love you man, just wish you'd group up a bit. And to the rest of you liers out there, give the truth a chance.

keep on dreamin

2005-12-28T23:04:00.000+03:00

I need a vacation, someplace like um, New York or Boston, a large city, a large "living" city. Anywhere that’s different from this place. I wanna step outside the airport and feel the cold air filling my lungs. I want to smell the smog, the distinctive smell of any major urban city, so strong you feel like you just walked into a gas burner. I want to stare at the skyscrapers while stuck in traffic, bump into the endless bodies walking along the busy sidewalk where everyone goes on with their lives without a care of who you are. I want to sit at the coffee shops watching different people order different things all the time, always catching a new face, getting a glimpse of their day. I love looking at people for the first time, seeing a person for a moment. Sometimes one of these faces invites you to look into their lives, they take you away on a journey of imagination. My favorite pass time is losing myself in my own thoughts. Drifting away from my surroundings, creating an elaborate world in which my thoughts are free to become all I want them to be.
Reality does suck, sometimes. But is it so wrong to choose to ignore those things in life that bring you down. I don’t know but I believe the moment a person stops dreaming is the moment that person loses all reason to live. You just gotta have hope. Even if everything tells you to forget about it, to leave your dreams behind and move on, that’s when you should hold on tight. I mean, hell I love my dreams, and if they never become a reality, well then reality sucks and am gonna keep on dreamin

I'll start tomorrow....Enshala!

2005-12-26T03:01:00.000+03:00

Last night I was inspired by my friend's enthusiasm to go on the strictest diet ever. I said to myself if she can do it so can I. So I planned to, just like what she said, shut my mouth and stop stuffing myself every chance I get.
Today I woke up at around two something, and as usual felt really hungry and headed to the frig to see what I can do to satisfy my urge. But remembering the promise I made to myself I resisted the temptations of having a full meal and opted for an apple. That did not do much to fulfill my bodily needs, and a couple of hours later I had a nutri-grain bar. Then came dinner time. I thought long about what I was gonna have for dinner, maybe some fruit and a hot soup. But of coarse that was in theory. What happened is that I was in my room when I heard my brother asking, "hey, am ordering from 99, mino yabi". I was thinking Hmmmmm! 99! Pizza, and maybe a chicken shawarma sandwich, that’s not too bad, yeah, I deserve a break after a full day of dieting. "hey khaled, e6lobly wiyaak a chicken shawarma ok" "taby fries?" fries? "ahhh, yeah why not". Two chicken shawarma's and a ketchup and mayo filled fries later the guilt started to build up. So I dealt with that guilt the only way I knew how, I went to The Coffee Bean and had some hot chocolate, a chocolate muffin, and a chocolate chip cookie. So much for the world's strictest diet huh? You know what? I'll really start my diet tomorrow. Enshalla!

2005-12-24T16:28:00.000+03:00

..... still searching

Intro

2005-12-24T01:41:00.000+03:00

Latley I have been mystified with my fellow kuwaiti brothers and with what some of them would call "having a good time" or "doing the right thing". It's become so wierd that I started to question my own ethics and started to feel if I was the last sane guy in the desert. I mean am I the only one that thinks harassment is not the best of ways to start a relationship with a girl? So among other things, this blog is dedicated to the search of and the hope of finaly understanding what goes on inside the mind of a kuwaiti man?