Monday, December 31, 2007

See You Next Year!

I hope 2007 was a great year for all of you. And if it wasn't, may the coming year be full of wonderful surprises and blessings and all of that good stuff!

I wish you all the best, friends! I hope you guys have a blast tonight (figure of speech, y'all - don't take it literally)! Don't do anything too wild!

In the meantime, I will be celebrating the New Year with my parents, in the living room, sitting on the couch, watching TV, and probably dozing off before the New Year clocks in.


This lady wishes you all a very exciting, surprising, wonderfully bloggy,

Happy New Year!

2008, here we come!

Sunday, December 30, 2007

All I Wanted For Christmas Was..

Why me, Santa? Why??


Hahahahaha.. Waaaaaahahahaha.. I can't stop laughing! Check this out:

A young girl from Tennessee opened her Christmas present from Santa, only to find that he brought her an mp3 video player.... full of PORN! The girl cried and said "Why would Santa do this to me?"

Unbeknownst to the girl, her parents bought it from a Walmart in Sparta, Tennessee, assuming of course that it was brand new. But in actual fact, it was a returned mp3 player that the previous owner had filled with very graphic porn.

Walmart said that their returns policy requires electronic items to be sent back to the manufacturer, and not to be put back on sale again.

Poor girl, to have her innocence "stolen like that", said her dad. I can only imagine her horror!

Walmart and their stupid return policy ruined Christmas! *sob*

Source: Pic:

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Keira Knightley

This girl annoys me. Seriously, I can't stand her in movies. It's bad enough that she has to pout her way through hours of precious movie-time, but now I have to see her pout on the covers of my favorite magazines.

I have a problem with pouting (this topic alone deserves a whole new post). I shall only say this for now - I HATE IT. It's fake and it's noticeable! Don't think I can't tell! Because I can!

So anyway, back to Keira. I don't like it when she smiles (or laughs). She scrunches her nose in this weird way. And her teeth and mouth look very strange.

Another problem I have with Keira, is that the girl loves to flaunt her nakedness! This is just annoying. What’s there to flaunt? Girlfriend, you are skinnylicious. No curves, no nothing!

She says, “People ask me to pose naked and I just say yes. I find it vaguely liberating. I hope I don’t become a nudist, but I’m definitely on my way.”

Check out some of her shots.

This lady is not impressed.

The face of Coco Mademoiselle (Chanel) perfume - 2007.

With Tom Ford and Scarlett Johannson, Vanity Fair Feb 2006 cover.

Cover of Interview magazine - December 07/January 08 issue


Friday, December 28, 2007

R.I.P - Benazir Bhutto

Benazir Bhutto

Former Prime Minister of Pakistan. First woman to be elected as a head of a Muslim state.

Its a sad day for democracy. It really is. It's a shame people have to resort to killing off opponents because they can't handle outcomes other than what they want.

Democracy accounts for the majority's vote. Even if we don't get what we like, we have to accept it. That's democracy.

Unfortunately, in most Muslim states, they just can't accept this fact.

Its a shame really. Such a shame.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Bad Monkey!

Whaaat?? What'd I do??

Did anyone hear about this??

And I quote:

" ‘Indecent’ monkey confiscated: The Ministry of Commerce shut down a shop in Mubarakiya for putting a monkey on display, reports Al-Watan daily. The monkey allegedly caused inconvenience to passersby and was known to be doing indecent acts. The monkey was handed over to the zoo. "

Wahahahahaha! This is the funniest peice of news ever!

What do you think he (I'm assuming its a he, of course!) was doing?

Hahaha.. This lady wants to buy him!

He would give Mommy a heart attack!

Decisions Decisions!

As you may have established by now, this lady is unemployed. And she needs a job. Like now! But I'm a tad too lazy to work.

All my friends have regular stable jobs, so there's no point in staying at home in the mornings, because there's no one to go out with. Except for my mom, but that's another story.

So anyway, I submitted my resume to a company without any optimism on my part. I always thought that you had to almost beg for the job, by calling the company, showing extra interest, and perking up your resume. Well, I didn't do that. I submitted a toned-down one-page C.V. I gave them my number (even though it was on the C.V) and left. And guess what?

They called! I got a call the next day, asking me for a quick random interview. I went, chatted with them and left feeling ok. I was surprisingly relaxed. I guess that when you don't have high expectations, you don't put pressure on yourself.

Anyway, I got a call a couple of days ago from someone in the company saying they were really impressed (who? me??), and that there are 3 departments who want to have me! *Blink, Blink*

So here's where the pressure kicks in. I have to choose between the 3! I asked around, and here's a simple breakdown.

Dept 1: Strict boss (i.e no slacking), interesting work, good team.
Dept 2: Friendly boss, kinda ok work, non-existent team (i.e need staff now!).
Dept 3: Ok/Nice boss, kinda ok work, fun team (i.e lots of fun colleagues).

What to do? What to doooooo??

This lady needs the $$$. But can't make a decision..

P.S Did I mention they want a decision by the end of this week? Like, tomorrow!?!
P.S.S Does being a Libra (think: scale) have anything to do with this?

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

We Wish You A Merry Christmas!

December 23, 2007

An American woman has stabbed her husband with a kitchen knife in an argument that started when she accused him of opening a Christmas present early.

Misty Johnson, a 34 year old American woman from Wyoming was arrested and charged with aggravated assault and battery, a felony, and misdemeanor domestic battery after she stabbed her husband in the chest with a kitchen knife.

The reason? An argument that started with him opening a Christmas present early!

I don’t know if I should laugh or cry about this! (I’m laughing by the way)

Her husband, Shawn Fay Johnson, aged 34, called the police to report the incident, saying that his wife had stabbed him. He was treated at a hospital for from the chest wound. He told the authorities that his wife started arguing with him after he opened a Christmas present.

The argument heated up and led to other topics, because Misty soon accused her husband of having an affair and then decided to stab him.

Police Detective David Thompson did not know what the present was, or if it was intended for the husband (Shawn).

Misty and Shawn were married in September.

LOL! Where’s your ‘Christmas Spirit’ Misty??



Hahahaha this is sooo funny!! I hope my future mother in law doesn't turn out like this!

This lady received this in an email forward. So I hope nobody gets all copyright on her.

Btw, does anyone remember a movie from the 90's called 'Monster In Law'? It was creepy!

Correction: The movie I meant was Serial Mom (1994), whereas Monster-In-Law was released in 2005.

Sunday, December 23, 2007






How do you like my poetry? Lovely isn't it? I wanted something that rhymes with sing and couldn't remember anything except fling.

Anyhooo.. Isn't the weather amazing??? For those of you who aren't lucky enough to be in Kuwait at the moment, the temperature is approximately 13 degrees Celcius during the day, and 4 degrees Celcius at night.

The sky is the loveliest blue, and the weather is crisp and cool. The sun is shining. I can't see a single cloud in the sky. It makes me want to stay out in the garden, drink some tea, play with the dogs and watch the cars go by..

This lady is in serenity..

El7imdillah ya rab 3ala hal ni3ma.. Allahuma zeed oo barik.. Ameen..
(Thank You God for all of your blessings.. God grant us more of Your blessings. Amen.)


I don’t want to give out 3eediyas!

For all my international readers (they’re probably only 3 anyway), a 3eediya – pronounced eediyah – is money given to children during the Islamic Eid celebrations. It is a Kuwaiti tradition (I don’t know if its done anywhere else) where adults give out money to children, teenagers, and sometimes 20-somethings like me.

It can differ from household to household. For example, in my family, my mother, aunts and older cousins, all have kids, but they still receive eediyahs from their parents. Other families give money to children and teenagers only. Usually, when a person becomes employed (and over 23 mostly), they stop receiving eediyahs and instead start giving out eediyahs to the kids, like nieces and nephews, or young cousins.

The amount of money given also differs from person to person, mostly depending on your income, and your generosity. From what I’ve seen, the average given to children is KD10 (approx USD 30) and to teenagers KD20, and closer relatives usually give more, while non-relatives may give less. Some rich cheapskates give less too. Grandparents and parents usually give MORE!!

Efff… I swerved way off-topic. But you deserve it, international readers! All 3 of you!!

So anyway, I don’t want to give out eediyahs. I’m still young, fabulous, and broke. I need someone to give MEEEE eediyahs. Not me give THEM!! I need the money, I’m too old to ask my parents all the time (although age never stops me hehehe).

Before you get the wrong idea, I’m not a cheapo. I’m really generous. No really I AM!! I swear! It’s just that giving out eediyahs makes me feel old. And I don’t need that kind of drama right now. I noticed that many adults stopped giving me some $$$ because I’m too old for it I guess. Although I believe there is no such thing as being too old for money!! I also noticed that many kid relatives started congratulating me on Eid, whereas they used to ignore me before. I think it’s because they noticed I’m an adult now and they think I’m going to give them money. Hah! Fat chance.

This lady is beginning to dread Eid. It’s so awkward for her now!

Friday, December 21, 2007

My Eid

Our Eid Traditions

Once upon a time, we (the family) decided to make it an Eid tradition to have a breakfast feast early morning of the first day of Eid. This tradition lasted only once and failed to be repeated. So breakfast now constitutes of fitting mouthfuls of food and drink into our mouths in the midst of all the screaming, make-up, dressing and more.

One of the reasons we stopped our “tradition” is because we wake up late. Every year, my sisters and I threaten each other that we won’t help each other with make-up, dressing, hair, etc, etc unless supposed “late sleepers” wakes up early. Of course, threatening doesn’t work, and we all rush through things every time. We still follow the same tradition of wearing a brand new never-worn outfit for the first day of Eid.

Typical First Day of Eid

We’re supposed to wake up at 8, be done at 9, and start our rounds by 9:30. We’re forced to visit gazillion family members because many of them we see only twice a year. However, half of us wake up at 10, fight, argue, get dressed, discover that our outfits/hair/accessories do not look like what we intended them to be. Change hairdo, lessen makeup, and then give up trying.

If you think the girls in our family are psycho, you should see the guys! My brothers wake up later than we girls do, then fight over who gets to shave first, and who is hogging the bathroom longer (For some reason, before they built our house, my parents thought that two boys sharing a bathroom is much less drama than two girls sharing a bathroom. They were wrong.) After that, they complain that their dishdashas aren’t ready yet, or their qitra’s are not ironed to perfection, and start shouting at us girls that we’re making them late. Another tradition we managed to keep is that we visit our relatives altogether. My dad goes out on his own time, and my mom leaves at 8:00 am to prepare things at my grandma’s house because it’s an open house and she receives visitors until nighttime.

After going to all our relatives, congratulating them, making awkward conversation, being forced to eat different sweets and drink tea or coffee, our stomachs are bloated but grumbling for some real food. By that time its 2:00 pm, where have our lunch (or some may call a feast!) at my grandparent’s house. After lunch, we kick off our heels, and just lay down on the sofas breathing out a looooooooong sigh of relief.

The worst part of the day is over, and now we have the rest of the day to ourselves. We continue our day staying with our grandma and continuing to receive visitors. But at least by this time, we’re relaxed and staying in one place, not running around like headless chickens!

By nighttime, exhaustion kicks in, and I just flop down on the bed with a big smile on my face. Aaaaah my lovely bed!

So that’s it. That’s our Eid. That’s why I’m not fond of it.

Come to think of it. That’s what I love about Eid after all!
All the craziness is just part of our unique and dysfunctional family celebration! I can’t wait when we all get married and have kids and include them into this lovely, yet wild, tradition!

Note: I do realize that I didn’t write anything about eediyahs! This post is too long anyway. I’ll save it for another one.

Heaven and My Little Cousin

The cutest conversation between me and my 4 year old cousin.

Cousin: Do you love God?

Me: Of course I do! Do you?

Cousin: Yes! Because He gives me eeeeeeeeeverything! He gave me my eyes, my nose, my ears, my mouth, my chocolates, my toys. Eeeeeeeeverything!

Me: Yes He did. He gave me everything too.

Cousin: Why does God live in Heaven?

Me: Because Heaven is very nice! It's so beautiful and big. And its up in the sky!

Cousin: Can we visit Heaven for the vacation? (He's on his Winter Break now)

Me: No. We can only go there when we die.

Cousin: Like our grandfather?

Me: Yes, like him.

Cousin: Is there a big slide in Heaven? Can I go on it?

Me: Yes you can, because in Heaven you can't fall and get hurt.

Cousin: YES!! And can I eat AAAAAAAAALLL the chocolate in the world?

Me: Yes because you can't get a tummy ache.

Cousin: But what if I want to throw up?

Me: You can't. Because in Heaven you don't throw up.

Cousin: But what if I do?? Will God bring me a bin to throw up in?

I couldn't help laughing!! Kids can be so innocent!!

Thursday, December 20, 2007

I don't get it. I really don't. I don't understand what it should take for me to be on the list at the Kuwait Blogs website (see title)!

When I first joined the blogosphere, I wrote what I wanted and then waited.. hmmm ok now when do the comments start pouring in?

My friend (who first taught me how to blog) said "You need to comment on other people's blogs, so they can visit yours. And apply your blog to the Kuwait Blogs site." So I did that. The site's 2 requirements were: 1. "Must be from or about Kuwait" (I'm assuming this is the blog or the writer) and 2. "Must have at least 3 posts spanning the current month". I waited for about a month.. nothing. I think that during that month, my posts were not related to Kuwait, but I definitely was a Kuwaiti, so since I posted more since then, I decided to send another request. Both times I received an email notification that they received my request, but the second time, they said (and I quote) "Also please do not send multiple requests to add your blog. We received it the first time and will process it in due time. Sending multiple requests will delay your process."

So I waited.. and waited.. and waaaited.. nothing! That was in August, this is December! I've long stopped checking the Blog Aggregate site to see if I'm in or not. But today, I was reminded after I read Shosho's post ( My hyperlink thingy is not working so I have to paste links the old way.

I don't really mind that I haven't been listed. Because since then, I've visited countless blogs, both Kuwaiti and International, and gathered a collection of favorites. I've also managed to secure quite a handful of frequent readers! Yaaay! Good job right? It's just that curiosity is a nagging mother blogger! I simply want to know whyyyyy?? There isn't even a comments or contact us thingy!

And also, I've seen and checked most of the listed blogs there, and many of them have been dormant for months and some for over a year! Why are they still there? I don't know what sort of organizational system they have going on over there but anyway..

Just wanted to vent. Had a fun Eid!

This lady wishes you all a good night :)

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

...The Results Are In!

"They Loooooooooooooove Meeee!!"

Ok, maybe not all of them.. Grrr..

Even though I think blog rating is wrong and meaningless, curiosity got the best of me (as well as my Copycat Syndrome - when I copied Grey's idea of a blog-rating poll).

Since I'm a relatively new blogger, I wanted to see what people thought about this blog. I allowed people to rate me from 1-5 stars. Zero is out of the question.

The poll closed yesterday, and I put the results into a chart (see above).

46 % of my readers think very highly of me. As do I, my dears, as do I :)
27 % of my readers think I'm cool. You just had to put 4 stars right? Too cheap to add another one?
15 % of my readers (or not?) think I'm ok. No comment here.
12% of worthless visitors decided I'm not worth it. Beware my wrath, you goodfornothings. Don't let me catch you over here.

The moral of this post is that rating is over-rated. After all, isn't the purpose of blogs to say whatever you want without having people judge you? It doesn't matter what others think, it only matters what YOU think of yourself!

And this lady thinks she rocks!

Monday, December 17, 2007

Where For Art Thou??

I read a lot of blogs. Too many, actually.

I have a list of favorite blogs that I try to check on a daily basis. I look forward to reading what these people (who have become like part of my family) write and what they've done, and so on.. It really makes my day! Many times, I'd rather stay at home and blog about (reading and blogging) than go out.

So anyway, it really angers me and saddens me when I click on one of these links only to find out that this person's "blog/page has been deleted".

At first I get shocked, then there's disbelief *Click. Click. Click*, then there's sadness. "Where are you, blogger???? Where did you goo?? Don't leave meee!! I need you!!!!"

And finally comes anger. "Grrrrrrr.. I don't need you, idiots. You can remove your blogs all you want. I have lots more to entertain me. You can go to hell for all I care"

But actually I do care! I'm so attached to these people that it breaks my heart when they leave without so much as a goodbye! *sniff*

One of the latest bloggers to go MIA, only to reappear privately, was Shoosha. I was stricken when she left! I loved that little minx! But thank God she returned. Pheeew! Saved me from some drama.

Other bloggers who pulled the plug on their blogs are Cixousian Panic. Anybody know where she went? Chronicles of Random's blog is still there, but she hasn't written for one month and 2 days. Yes, I count. And many more that I can't remember. Why do bloggers dissapear all of a sudden. Why??

So anyway, just a word of advice, Don't you dare do that to me, bloggers! Don't even think about it!

But if you do, save this little lady some tears, and give her some prior notice ok?

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Ho Ho Ho?

Naughty Santa from

My friend is on vacation in Europe. Grrr.. Lucky *Beep* (Don't be mad, baby, I still love you)

Anyway, so we all know that Christmas is approaching, and Europe is full of gorgeous festivities at this time. And in the spirit of things, H, my friend, decided she wanted to see Santa Claus, since she hasn't seen him for so long..

Well, the bimbo sent me a text saying, "Hey! I just took a picture with Santa and I sat on his lap! It was so much fun!" She said it so innocently I just couldn't help laughing!

Umm.. a 23 year old girl sitting on Santa's lap.

Are you thinking what this lady is thinking?

Me thinks Santa got what he wanted!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Bottomless Pit!

Skinny version of me courtesy of

I feel like a bottomless pit. I've gotten so fat I can't even remember what I looked like 1 year ago!

I may not be considered "fat" in the real sense of the word (but definitely in Hollywood), but I'm getting close. I've let myself eat too freely during the past months (which to my horror added up to a whole year!!), that now I'm so afraid to weigh myself. My scale is missing - or maybe it just ran away out of fear of being squashed.

All in all, last time I checked, I've gained approximately 8 kilos *sobbing*, and I'm sure I've added more but since my scale is MIA, I'll have to guess. My jeans and pants don't fit anymore. They don't pass my enormous thighs. I've grown a butt that I didn't know I could have. My tummy sticks out so proudly like a kangaroo pouch. My face became rounder and more cheek-y. Even my rings don't fit on my fingers now!

The only positives are that my arms are not fatter, and my face looks younger and more plump. Also, my *ahem* boobs grew a size, but look nicer than they did before.

These days I'm surviving on wearing track suits and/or dresses. Tracksuits are easy to wear, and dresses hide all the atrocities. So I'm on a diet now. Atkins to be precise. I like it and it likes me. So far, so good. I like protein and my body needs it because I'm pretty sure I overdosed on carbs. I don't eat junk food, but I eat everything else. The past few months witnessed an overeating pig that gorged on sugars, carbs and lots and loooots of chocolate!!

Since it's my fault that I became a bottomless pit, I have to endure the severe withdrawal symptoms of not having my daily breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks of chocolate, chocolate and cake. Is there a Gluttons Anonymous - as in Alcoholics Anonymous? I might have to start it.

This lady has to fit into a new dress by Wednesday (for Eid). Pray for me, will you?

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Girl on Girl Action?

This question is for all my guy readers out there. Or anyone else who stumbled here either by sheer luck or by mistake. Lesbians please refrain from commenting because this question is addressed to straight men only and will answer one of the most important questions that has been nagging me forever.

Why do men like girl on girl action??
Do all men feel that way??
Why is it that this is such a recent development in sexual fantasies? I never heard about this 6 or 7 years ago.
Doesn't it make you feel sick? I mean, I know that most girls (if not all) are not attracted to man on man action!! Eeew! Its like watching gay porn. Turn off for straight people, I'm sure.

Do this lady a favor and answer pleeease ;)

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Shake it Off..

I was just watching our dogs take a "shower" in the garden. Soaked in water, they looked so funny, wet and skinny, compared to the huge fluffy things things that they are.

I was laughing and watching them from a few metres away because I didn't want to get soaked. All of a sudden, one of the pair decided to involve me in the action, running up to me, and trying to jump on me, while also rubbing his fur on my legs.

Then he moved back a metre, and started shaking all the water off! ON ME!! I was screaming and laughing at the same time because the little genius knew I didn't want any water on me, but it was just his way of having some mischevious fun! Then he simply left and continued his bath.

Wouldn't it be fun if we could just shake things off?

Not just the water after a shower.

But everything else.

This lady would love to just shake it off.

Thursday, December 6, 2007


picture courtesy of

Spanish Ambassador:

"There is a wind coming that will sweep away your pride."

Queen Elizabeth I:

"I too can command the wind, sir! I have a hurricane in me that will strip Spain bare if you dare to try me!"

My favorite two quotes from the movie Elizabeth: the Golden Age. This movie is full of brilliant ones, even though the film itself was a tad dissapointing.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Transparent Bra Straps!

Pic courtesy of

This post is dedicated to all the girls who wear this, all the guys who have girls that wear this, and all the people who have to suffer from watching this.

It’s when girls wear those transparent bra straps and clasps, thinking that they won't show when in actual fact; they're as obvious as the sun!

Honey, it’s transparent NOT INVISIBLE!!

Some of them may be called invisible, but trust me they're not. If I can see them (I have poor eyesight) then everyone else can. I'm assuming you're wearing them because you're against "obvious" bra straps showing. Well, hate to break it to you, but they still show.

When you wear them with strapless dresses or tube tops, THEY SHOW.
When you wear them with one-shoulder dresses/tops, THEY SHOW.
When you wear them with backless dresses/tops, THEY SHOW.
When you wear them with wide neck tops, THEY ALSO SHOW.


For goodness sakes, ladies, take a look in the mirror!! See what I mean?

Buy yourselves a good solid strapless bra and skip the invisible-ness.

This lady is saying this for your own good, darlings!! I might even throw in a voucher or two.

Sunday, December 2, 2007


I'm stuck in a rut, I must say. I have to make a decision. Like, now!

Okay maybe not now, but soon. Maybe you guys can help me out. Maybe I should start a new poll.

Anyway, here it is. I want to continue my studies and do my masters degree. Only thing is, I want to do it abroad. My parents are okay with it, always have been (about studying abroad). But my friends are discouraging me, and with good reason too.

I'm not too worried about my future "marriage life" because I beleive in fate, and if it happens, then it'll happen. If it won't, then it won't. But they all tell me that if I do, then I'll ruin all my chances because by the time I get back, I'll be a) older, and b) people will forget about me! What the hell?? I don't care if they forget about me! As long as I do what I wanna do right?

But somewhere, deep down, it kind of got to me. What if I do ruin my chances? I mean, even though my parents are open-minded, they still won't let me marry anyone except a Kuwaiti. But the more important issue is that, I've lived abroad before, and I know its really hard to adapt to life in Kuwait after life outside. So I'm worried that if I do it, it'll be really hard for me to come back, especially since I'm older and more mature and more aware and appreciative of life in foreign countries. I might decide to stay there! And I know that would be hard for my family to accept.

On the other hand, if anybody knows of some available bachelors working abroad... *hint hint* Can we say, hook me up??

This lady doesn't know what to dooooooo!!

Saturday, December 1, 2007



Comedian on David Letterman:

"My wife uses birth control that also clears acne. Coincidentally, when I was a teenager, acne was my form of birth control."

LOOOL that cracked me up!



This lady thanks God she never had (or has) it. *touches wood*

Friday, November 30, 2007

Scratch, Scratch

You know the feeling when there's something that itches you, and you want to scratch it but you don't?

But then when you do..

Aaaaaaah.. It feels gooooooood.. Pure ecstasy!!

I don't care what anybody says - or thinks.. Scratching is fun! (Ignore the red marks that appear later)

No matter where, no matter how..

This lady is scratch scratch scrrrrrrrratching..

Saturday, November 24, 2007

New Face of Davidoff's Cool Water

And the new face of Davidoff's Cool Water fragrance is.........

drrrrrrrr.. *drum roll*

Josh Holloway!!! (Sawyer from Lost)

Finally! Someone realized that that face - and body - needs to be plastered on every wall, billboard, sign, magazine, newspaper, bedroom, shower.. Ooops I think I said too much.


(Pics courtesy of - Oh who cares! - google images)

Wooow! Is it hot in here?

This lady needs some water to cool her off!! Pun intended.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Technical Help Please


Dearest frequent, occasional, and those who gave me a 1-star-rating readers (yeah, you gave me 1 star and yet ur still here.. hmmm i wonder why?).

Anyway, I have a technical issue. I need some help pleaaase.

Whenever I try to type anything in any search bar or the bars where you type in your email address or login names, etc, I always get a list of previous searches, email addresses, login names or even names I searched for in Facebook!

Well, this is quite embarassing, and not to mention not too discreet! Whenever anyone types the letter "t", my "this lady" login appears, and hello? I'm supposed to be anonymous!

So anyway, do you know how to turn this off or delete it?

This lady is mucho grateful.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Cruella DeVille



Ok.. Wait.. *sniffles and sips water* Deep breath.. Seriously I just had one of the first and worst experiences ever..

I was sitting reading blogs, commenting and checking emails, when my hair tumbled into my face and my hair clip disappeared into the messy blob that I call my hair. I got up, went to the mirror to fix my hair into its infamous hairdo...

As I was pulling it up, I caught sight of a shimmery thing in my hair. Thinking that it was a string from a shirt I was wearing, I tugged at it only to discover that it was stuck to my head. It was a hair. A SILVER HAIR!!!!! *GASP!!!*

WHAT THE HELL?? Shinoo hathaaaaaa??? I ran into the bathroom to look into my magnifying mirror, and there it was!

I have a white/silver hair on my side part!!!! Ok.. I needed to calm down. So I decided to either pull it off or hide it behind a lock of hair. Just as I was finding something to do with it, what do I find? ANOTHER ONE!! This time I was one breath away from a panic attack.. I frantically searched my head for other invaders.. didn't find any THANK GOD. (After I was done my hair looked like Bob Marley's - R.I.P)

I cursed a bit.. then came to my senses (yeh. right) said "il7emdellah at least I'm not going bald.." but seriously, when did this happen??? Overnight? Damn those stupid grey-hair genes.

I am devastated! I'm 23!! What next? Hip replacement??

This lady is afraid she'll wake up in two weeks time looking like Cruella DeVille.. *sobbing*

Monday, November 19, 2007

This Lady the Junkie

Is this normal? I feel like I'm in high school again when I was stuck to my desk chair, and addicted to the internet. I feel like my dad is going to cut off the internet any day now!

I am a blog junkie! I read blogs about everyone and everything. From celebrities, moustaches (don't ask), fashion, to regular citizens' blogs such as YOURS (the people reading this blog). Yes you are regular, admit it. If animals blogged, I'd probably be reading those too..

I'm beginning to have a hard time adjusting my eyes to look at things around me because they're so used to squinting at the screen ( I have poor eyesight and I refuse to wear glasses, actually not refuse, bes I can't be bothered to make new ones after the old ones fell and got crunched under my car's tires.. long story)

So anyway.. I don't know what's happening to me. I'm a relatively new blogger, but I'm a veteran reader! Everyone who sees me and my computer laughs because they say I look like a cross between the Hunchback of Notre Dame and Amy Winehouse.. especially if u see my lovely home hairdo.. Its a lazy attempt to move my hair away from my face. And as long as it stays up, then I don't care what it looks like..

I have become a blog junkie! After I devour every latest post on, I read some great blogs not on the Kuwait Aggregate site (SUCH AS MINE). Then I surf the net for more material. My Internet Favorites list has grown so long..

Anywaaay.. I'm beginning to blog more, if you haven't noticed, since I don't have a regular job. God help me!

This lady is probably on her way to Blog Rehab. Which explains her Amy Winehouse hairdo.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

What Do You Think?

So what do you think?

Noticed anything new? Yes, on this blog. Move your eyes to the left. Sorry i mean right! Slowly... Slowly...

Yes! There it is!

My first poll ever to appear on this blog. Yaaaay! It's my pleasure to add a new "element" to my blog. I know the question is not unique or genuine (I copied it - or stole the idea - from Grey's blog who I hope doesn't mind!!!) *angelic smile*.. But please be as honest as you can.

I won't change my writing because that's who I am, but if there's anything that bothers you, or if there's something that you like to read more about, tell me about it! Thru comments or email.

This lady is really grateful.

Note: You'll notice that you have the choice of voting between a 1 star and a 5 star. (1 being the lowest, and 5 being the highest score) I didn't add a zero because that's unnecesary. I have feelings you know!

** Update: someone had the indecency to give me a 1 star!! GASP!! The audacity! I think i might have to change my ratings to be from 3 - 5 stars! Not even 2! Heehee..

Thursday, November 15, 2007


I can't I can't I can't! I caaaaaaaaaaaan't!!

I can't do this anymore! I just don't know how to pretend! Ma3arif ajamil!

You know when there's someone that just annoys the hell out of you, and you have to keep yourself calm and collected, whereas you just want to grab the nearest heavy object and smash it on their head?? They're really nice but I can't stand them! And when there's someone you just hate, talking to you, and you're practically seething and you want to bite their head off and watch the blood flow (violent I know!), but instead you have to give a fake smile and pretend you're into the conversation. I just can't do that!

I'm the type of person whose feelings just jump out of her face! If I don't like you, it's gonna show! No matter how hard I try.. I just can't.. I can't mask my feelings! Hard as I try to suppress them, they just show.. *SOB*

Seriously, people do it all the time. Why can't I?? I'm respective of others, I'm kind and thoughtful, and I try to like people as much as I can. But it's just that there are some people who I just can't stand! (Mayenbal3ooon! Yig3idoon 3ala chabdi!) And when I'm around them, friends tell me "Oh, Lady, its obvious you hate her/he annoys you/you were practically sleeping" and so on..

I try to ignore these people, or act as if I didn't see them. But I feel guilty later on. I just want to scream "Get away from me! I can't stand you! I don't like you and I don't hate you, but you're bordering on the hate side at the moment.. So let's keep it neutral ok??"

Please God, forgive me!!

This lady is suffering. No more pretending. Pleaaaaase.. HELP!!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Forgive and Forget?

People tell me I’m too nice sometimes. Actually maybe most of the time. I’m not saying I’m an angel or anything like that. I just forgive a lot. Even if people did really mean things or they hurt me so bad. I forgive them eventually. I know I’ll never forget what they did to me. But I forgive them anyway.

And when I see these people, and sit with them and talk to them. It’s like nothing bad ever happened between us. It’s like what happened was just a dream or a really, really distant memory that might have happened or might have not.

I just realized that we feel most hurt by the people we love and care about. I never cried or lost sleep over an acquaintance or over someone I barely even knew. Because I couldn’t care less about these people.

I cried and cried and cried... I got depressed and got over it... I got mad, angry, and then calmed myself down. Over who? Over the people that I care for so much. I would give them anything if they asked me. I would give my life to them if they needed it.

Time heals all wounds, I know. I don’t think there are wounds that are left open. In time, they’ll go away. But maybe there’s a scar left to remind you. And that’s what I have in my heart. Just scars, never wounds.

Just reminders. But never resentment.

This lady thinks she’s too forgiving. Dammit.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Street Entertainment

I was walking along a popular market in London, and I passed a guy standing on the sidewalk, wearing a very silly costume, holding a kid’s guitar, and miming along to a song playing on his very small and crackly stereo.

People were laughing and clapping along. I stopped to watch, but he was so unentertaining that I just thought, “Why on earth are they clapping and throwing him money?” I just want to throw him off the street!

But then I saw it. He had a cardboard sign leaning against the wall. It read (in horrible handwriting), something along the lines of “keeping street entertainment alive”

And I stood there for a couple of minutes, staring at him and his sign. I walked away and continued to think about it to this day. It really got me thinking. I finally figured out (after many months!) that even though the guy was incredibly unentertaining, and somewhat annoying, he was fighting for a cause. Say what? Yes a cause! And a good one too! He might have needed the money, sure. But that doesn’t prevent us from knowing that the guy had a point. That poor silly guy was actually doing us a favor. Yes, US!

Can you imagine the world without street entertainment? Imagine walking along busy streets without someone singing, performing magic tricks, miming, dancing, juggling, etc, etc. Instead, you'll find hundreds of people, bustling about, doing random chores without a smile on their faces.

Can you remember when we were kids and we stood watching those street entertainers make us laugh, even though they were sweating like pigs, fatigued and probably had dozens of blisters on their feet? I want my kids to have that. The ability to watch random performers do what they do, making my kids laugh, and then take pictures with them. Because that type of fun is priceless, and you can never get it at any store or on the internet!

Entertainment doesn’t have to cost a penny! It can be free and fun, and you should be able to find it (or them), right there on the nearest street. Playing a song. Juggling some stuff. Performing tricks.

And if you see them, throw in a coin. Or two.

Just like I do.

‘Cause this lady is keeping street entertainment alive!

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Give me SPARTA!

I had a date last night. It was amaaaaaaazing!

I had a date with the most attractive men you could ever find. I was in the arms of the some of the strongest men in history. Aaah, 300 of the most strapping, handsome, sturdy, striking, muscular, brawny men I have ever met.

Yes, you heard me. 300! Three hundred of history’s most dashing, exquisite breed of males.

Before you think I’m a tramp, let me make things clear. I was watching the movie 300. I trapped myself in my room last night, locked the doors, turned off the lights, and played the movie. I might as well have been watching a romantic movie because I was enthralled! I was imagining myself in the arms of that gorgeously macho army. I was hanging on to every word, shout, movement they performed. I think I was drooling as well (couldn’t tell from the dark).

Oh how I wish I was born at another period in time. I want to be a Spartan. I WANT I WANT I WANT! I remember studying about them in school and how the men there underwent strict measures of discipline and fighting techniques. Why can’t they do this here? Ha?? Why?? It’s very important that men learn how to fight and become strong soldiers! (Not to mention become incredibly gorgeous)

All we had was “tajneed” (short period of mandatory army training for men) and they went and took that away, thank you very much! Dammit!

There’s just something about angry, shouting, strong men that just does it for me. When I see a man like that, instead of being scared, I go weak in the knees! It’s not the muscle or the look. It’s the feeling that this guy can protect me no matter what.

I think I’m going to start a Spartan School for Men.

This lady says God knows we need it!

(pics courtesy of

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Like A Boy

What if I..
Had a thing on the side?
Made you cry?
Would the rules change up?
Or would they still apply?
If I played you like a toy?
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy..

This isn’t a love post. It’s just that this song (Like a Boy by Ciara) says so much.

I get tired sometimes. It’s really tough being a girl. Especially in this part of the world. We get to worry so much. About family, friends, colleagues, even strangers. It’s not just that we’re born with it (sensitivity, I mean). We’re raised and forced to feel for others. Even if we don’t want to, we just do.

Seriously I get so jealous of guys sometimes. They don’t know how lucky they are. I don’t mean to put you down, boys. I know that you have your share of problems as well. But I wish we could reverse our roles for a while. If you think you have a lot of responsibilities on your shoulders, think again.

I can’t travel with friends (but I’m allowed to study abroad).
I can’t drive a motorcycle (not even a scooter).
I can’t stay out really late at diwaniyas.
I can’t wear shorts (let’s leave religion aside this time).
I can’t have a boyfriend (yes, I mean it!)
I have to wait for a husband.
The list is endless..

All our lives, we have to live it not only for ourselves, but for others as well. We could presume a “to hell with it” attitude, but it’s easier said than done. I could care less what people think about me, but I would definitely tweak my habits just a bit if it will make my loved ones happier. I will turn down a career prospect outside of Kuwait if it makes my family happy. I will turn down a demanding job if it will make my (future) husband and kids more content. I will come home earlier than my supposedly late curfew to make my brother’s life easier. I will go to that wedding even if I’m bored to death because I have to. I will do those things. Because it’s “expected”.

Feminism aside, I don’t think it’s demeaning to me if I have to rearrange my priorities and lessen some of my habits just to make someone’s life easier. It’s just that it’s hard sometimes, when you are expected to do that, when it’s ALWAYS YOU who does that. Whereas your brother who is just as smart, just as loving, and just as kind, will not do that because its not expected of him. And I don’t blame him.

I’m sure many of you girls out there feel the same way. And as much as we hate to admit it, a lot of times, we do conform to many of society’s stupid stupid STUPID views.

Sometimes this lady wishes she could act like a boy..

Then she could get away with a lot of things.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

FIFA Kicks Kuwait

FIFA (Federation Internationale de Football Association) has officially banned Kuwait from all international football competitions until further notice. This is due to governmental interference in the affairs of the Kuwait Football Associationaction, which is an action "contrary to the road map established by FIFA and the AFC".

Fifa spokesman John Schumacher announced today that “This means that the Kuwait FA and all its members, clubs and players, are suspended from international competition beginning today and until further notice.”

To all the people who participated and contributed to this brilliant, magnificent and astounding achievement:

Congratulations and Thank You!

You’ve made us proud.

You stupid, ignorant, pathetic, hapless, sad, waste-of-oxygen, sorry excuses for human beings.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Mars Uses Animal Products

I recently received an email titled: Mars Uses Animal Substances in Products. I almost deleted the email, thinking that it was the usual unreliable type of news that so many of us receive in our Inboxes daily, especially concerning American products.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to read it. Luckily there was a link to the message, and although the link sent me to a not-so-recent article, it was still reliable (BBC NEWS) and full of facts.

The article dates to the 14th of May 2007, and it describes how Masterfoods (the company behind the ever popular Mars, Snickers, Maltesers, Bounty, Minstrels and many more) has decided to switch a key ingredient, vegetarian whey, to a non-vegetarian one, more specifically called rennet.

Rennet is a substance extracted from the inner stomach lining of young calves. This had vegetarians and animal rights activists everywhere in a dilemma. I, myself, who is not a vegetarian, am slightly apalled. In our constant efforts to promote health and environmental awareness in this day and age, Masterfoods suddenly decides to switch to a new strategy without a decent explanation.

Why did they choose to make the switch? I have no idea. Probably more cost-efficient. But definitely not a health-conscious or animal-friendly decision. Why do we need to poke around into a calve's stomach for a chemical that we can find in vegetarian form (like whey)?

This change was made in May, which means that all the above mentioned chocs have been altered since then. Noticed a change in taste? I haven't. So why change it then??

This doesn't mean that this lady will stop gobbling her Snickers on her next sugar craving binge.

But she'll probably think twice about it.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Dumbledore is Gay

I’m sure you’ve already heard or read about this. If you haven’t well here it comes:

Professor Dumbledore is gay. Yes, gay. It seems that the old dude had more than just brooms in his closet.

J.K Rowling, author of the best-selling Harry Potter series announced that Professor Albus Dumbledore; Headmaster of Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Harry Potter’s fatherly figure; and one of the key characters in the story, is indeed gay.

I’m sure gay rights activists everywhere are cheering for Rowling’s bold move. According to BBC News, Gay rights campaigner Peter Tatchell said "It's good that children's literature includes the reality of gay people, since we exist in every society.. But I am disappointed that she did not make Dumbledore's sexuality explicit in the Harry Potter book. Making it obvious would have sent a much more powerful message of understanding and acceptance."

Ok, now hang on a second. EXPLICIT?? This is Harry Potter for God’s sake, not Sex and the City!

I’m sure Rowling had her own reasons for announcing Dumbledore’s “gayness”. But let me tell you what I think.

I think Rowling is going political. She’s trying to increase her popularity by gaining the love and attention of all types of people. Since when did the Potter series become so sexual? The story I remember, and continue to read is the one about a group of eager students trying to make it in the world of magic and witchcraft, gaining knowledge and strength in the fight between good vs. evil.

What is the point exactly of pronouncing Dumbledore as gay? To show that even witches and wizards can be gay? So what? What importance does that have in the series?

I’m not a homophobe. I’m not against gay rights. It’s too complicated for me. I’m just against turning a story which provided us with a break from our “earthly” world - and threw us into a magical, imaginary land - into a social/political type of movie.

This lady thinks that the move was totally unnecessary.

What do you think?

Monday, October 15, 2007

Public Display of Affection

I was taking a walk in one of the streets in London, munching on a chocolate bar, when I came across a teenage couple standing in a doorway, their heads pressed together, arms stroking each others limbs (and more), and making these horrifying sounds! I actually blushed! All of a sudden I felt quite sick, like it was ME doing that!

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a prude. I’m not against the occasional hug, squeeze or smooch in public. I’m not even against making out in public – though DISCREETLY. If this couple was doing their thing in a quiet alleyway with no passersby, then that would be a completely different story. I mean, it’s just not classy!

There are certain times for everything, I always say. And there are times when discretion is much more appreciated than public displays.

I noticed something these past few years, and that is that PDA is much more common in Europe than it is in the U.S. The whole world criticizes the U.S as an unabashedly open-minded culture, when they fail to notice that most European countries put America to shame. I’ll bet anyone 100KD if they could go through a whole day in London, Geneva, Frankfurt or Paris without seeing a make out session at least once.

And how can we forget the nudity! In France, the beaches are home to topless females wandering around with their partners and kids without a care in the world. Whereas in the U.S, most states prohibit public nudity except in certain parts that allow it (such as Strip Clubs, Nude Beaches, etc).

The question here is, what do you think about it? I don’t want to be a party pooper, but really, is PDA as exciting and fun as it seems? I’ve never tried it, but I’d like to find out one day! I’ve always believed that the secrecy and/or privacy that is included in a relationship makes it that much more appealing.. I mean, it seems giddily exciting if my partner will try to touch or kiss me in public, but we can’t do that. It adds to the allure and thrill of a relationship. Not to mention the adrenaline rush because you’re afraid someone might see you!

Amplifying the excitement factor is that we’re both enticed by the fact that what goes around behind closed doors actually stays there (one hopes!).

I’d like to hear what you think.

Because right now, this lady thinks that PDA ain’t worth all the hype.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Niseeb! Part 2

I’ve been “traditionally” proposed to a number of times. And in all those times, there was no one I felt any chemistry with. I don’t mind the traditional marriages, but I must admit I’m inclined to the possibility of love more than anything. I’ve never been in love, so I really want it to be something big, you know? Something special. I tried telling myself that if I got to know the “kha6eeb” for a while, I might fall in love with him, but I don’t know, it never felt right. He was either too old, too thin, too ugly, too strict, etc, etc. Maybe I was making up reasons too.

There was only one person who came close, but it wasn’t going to happen. Somewhere in between our mutual families, there was a kind of misunderstanding, and it was highly inappropriate that I should marry that man.

I believe in the positive energy of life. I believe that the right man is out there, waiting for me, just as I’m waiting for him. Sooner or later, we’re going to meet. If not today, then tomorrow. And if not, then the day after.. or the day after..or.. you get the picture right?

Then maybe we’ll get married, maybe not. Maybe we’ll live together forever, maybe not. I don’t want to sound pessimistic. However, life is a series of written chronicles, starting from the day we were born. I’m not going to chase after something that wasn’t written in my fate. I’m not going to dwell on the “what-ifs”.

I believe in fate, destiny, niseeb. If something is not meant to be, then it’s not meant to be.

But if it was meant to be, then that would be really lovely.

This lady is a strong believer in niseeb.

How about you?

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Niseeb! Part 1

I decided to write this post after I read a recent Shosho’s Corner post titled Women & Age. She described women in the Arab World as if they are born with an expiry date. When I came to comment about the post, my comment was too long and so I decided to rant about it. This topic is so important to me, even though I don’t want it to be!

I wrote:“Why is it that we have an expiry date, whereas men have the longest shelf life ever?”
Women who approach their 30’s and the ones who pass the big 3-0 are categorized as “3anis” or the English version “spinster”. And of course once you pass 35, its like your world is doomed, and you will never find happiness ever! How tragic.

What the hell? Isn’t it better to be single and happy than married and miserable? I’m not saying that marriage is Dooms-Ville, but it’s also not always the best idea. Tradition dictates that girls should be rushed into marriage so that they are protected by a man, and saved from doing “wrong things”. Men, however, can marry whenever they want; even when they’re old, saggy and toothless.

I don’t want to be trapped in a loveless marriage just because it is more socially acceptable than being single and living with my parents.

I’m in my early 20’s, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been asked “Why aren’t you married yet??” by the elder women in my family.

Case 1:
Auntie F: Oooh Lady, You beautiful girl! You look lovely! Where are the men, ha?? Why cant they see such a darling girl?? I don’t know why you are still unmarried (in her words: “lail7een ga3da”)!
“Umm.. hello?? Do I look like a guy? Am I the one who proposes? No! So don’t ask!”

Case 2:
Auntie M: God bless you, my dear. And may He give you a good man to take care of you. I hope you don’t turn out to have the “bad-luck” of your mother’s great aunties. Oh, such bad luck with husbands!
*Blink. Blink.* “How encouraging”

Sometimes, I wish I was in India. I would have been married a loooooooong time ago. I would have proposed to every freakin’ guy I wanted! (Because the woman proposes in most Indian customs)

But I’m here, in Kuwait, where I must wait until I get the “best” offer from the “best” guy.

This lady’s guy is lucky if he even gets this lady!

(To be continued..)

Saturday, September 29, 2007


Friend: Do you have a blog?
Me: No. Should I?
Friend: I don’t know. You look like a person who has a blog.
Me: Do bloggers have specific looks?
Friend: No, I mean you, as a person. I can imagine you as a blogger.
Me: Hehe.. Yeah, so I’ve been told. But I don’t have one.

I’m lying of course. Why?

For two main reasons only:

1. I prefer to remain anonymous, so that when readers read what I write, they are not influenced by who I am, what I am, or what I do. I don’t want my background, race or religion to be taken into consideration when reading what I write. I know that these things make up the person that is me, but I don’t want people to read what I write and interpret it differently from what I intended.
I write about issues that affect me, myself and I. I also write about social, political and global issues when they come to mind. However, somewhere in between, I might write about certain people, and how they have affected my life. Out of respect for these people, I never say their real names, and I prefer to remain nameless because I don’t want their identities to come to light.

2. There is only one person, and one person alone, who I’ve told about my blog. If anyone else comes to know of my identity due to certain events that I report that make it obvious it’s me who is writing, I wouldn’t mind. I just wish they would remain discreet only out of respect and nothing more.

I am very proud of what I write because it is a creation that only I can make, being that the words and ideas are from my mind. MY mind only.

There is nothing that I write that I probably haven’t already said or talked about to the people surrounding me. Often I am a very transparent person. And sometimes I may be a bit of a puzzle.

I hope this makes things clear for you, readers.

This lady is very grateful.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007


Yesterday, I went to the movies, all by myself. I don't like going to the movies alone, because I like turning to the person next to me and complain/whisper/amaze/drool and so on..

So anyway, I went to see the film Atonement, starring Keira Knightly and James McAvoy, with an appearance of the legendary Vanessa Redgrave. I have to say that the movie was absolutely thrilling. It was exciting, beautiful, romantic and most of the time, very grave. I won't spoil it, just tell you the basic storyline.

The movie is an adaptation of Ian McEwan's novel Atonement and tells the tale of a young girl Briony Tallis, who sees something, interprets it wrongly, and makes a wrongful accusation which leads to many disastrous events in the lives of Cecilia (Briony's sister) and Robbie, the housekeeper's son.

The romance and lust in Robbie's character is almost tangible, and you feel extreme pain at the events that affect every character in the film. Saoirse Ronan, who plays Briony, amazed me with her magical acting abilities. James McAvoy will probably make every woman leave the theatre wanting him. His eyes, gestures and not to mention insanely brilliant acting, say it all. I was a bit dissapointed by Keira Knightly, though. She seems to have grown up as an actress, but to me, a brilliant performance is one where I forget that the person is acting. In between all the pouting and stiff body movements, there was a strong character in her, but all in all, Keira failed to make a beleiver out of me.

The movie is worth seeing if you like to watch fables that make you think. The music in the background and the sound of the typewriter will make your heart beat faster at times. The director and editors spun this movie brilliantly. Great possibilities for this film in terms of awards.

Note 1: There are sexual scenes in the movie. They are a CRUCIAL part of the film. So if you're in Kuwait, DON'T WATCH IT! You will definitely not get the point of the story.

Note 2: If you're a hopeless romantic (like moi!), remember me when you reach the library scene.*Sigh*

Monday, September 24, 2007

English Lit, Not Chick Lit!

I've been busy running around London, checking out different universities and their Masters programs. I'm planning to get my masters degree in English literature. It was a tough decision to make, mainly because I made a vow not to go back to university after I graduate, but hey, that's just me! But with Literature, the varieties are endless, and I just feel so alive discussing things like books and stories.. Its like gossip, but with an intellectual aspect to it! Yeah, I said it. I like gossip. What can I say? I'm a sucker for gossip, people!

I've always thought that English literature, among other things, was my calling. In fact, all types of literature are my calling. I'm not afraid to admit that I enjoy the occasional chick-lit novel now and then. Its simply one of my guilty pleasures. Romance novels are also a secret guilty pleasure as well, although THAT I hate to admit! Hahaha..

I prefer reading and writing in English. Many of the books I've read have been simply translated into English. I've recently read that Paulo Coelho, the popular international best-seller novelist (The Alchemist, Veronica Decides to Die), writes in his native Portuguese, and that his novels are translated into different languages.

Ever since I was in middle school, I would start writing rough drafts of my short stories on my then-huge-and-noisy desktop computer. But then, when I wanted to revise them, I would just get so overwhelmed that I would delete the whole thing. I still remember my first short story entitled "Mama".. I cried while I was writing it ( I wont get into that!)..

It makes me so proud to hear about novels that broke boundaries, whether they were by unknown writers, females venturing into new horizons, or maybe an Arab making it into the New York Times best seller list. Could that be me?

Maybe some day I will start writing, or shall I say, rewriting "Mama" again..

Who knows, maybe I might make it into Amazon's best seller list? Or maybe even The New York Times?!

This lady thinks that it's not too impossible.. Is it?

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Bye, Bye London

London. The weather is beautiful. Cear, blue skies with a touch of sun now and then, and the occasional clouds moving together every so often. This is the London I know and love. The crisp cool weather and the collectively composed atmosphere in general.

The Khaleejis are gone. Well, the majority at least. Gone to spend their beautiful month of Ramadhan in their home countries, thank goodness. I don’t think I can take more of their loud roaring engines cruising down all the key streets of London. And not to mention the entourage of men and women walking around in all the department store. As if London wasn’t crowded enough!

Now don’t get me wrong. I am a khaleeji, Kuwaiti to be precise, and I’m damn proud of it. But it doesn’t make me any prouder to see these people act in the silliest way ever. Why should I ship my car all the way to another continent, just to park it in front of Harrods? Why should I wear a long floaty abbaya and shailah, if most of my hair is so visible to everyone, and my face is plastered with a scary amount of makeup? And my ultimate peeve is when most of these Khaleejis sit in the same cafes at exactly the same time everyday only to stare at other Khaleejis. You can do that in your own country for God’s sake!

I mean that’s just embarrassing. The same thing happens in Paris, Geneva and Spain. The majority of Europeans probably think that we travel to their countries carrying suitcases of money and credit cards with no limits. It gets to the point where the woman at Immigration (who stamps your passport) in the airport, told me “I’m sure you’re here for the shopping” and I replied “No, I’m here to study”, and she said “and to shop of course! Hahaha..”

This lady is not laughing.

Monday, August 27, 2007

In Memory Of..

In Memory of My Late Grandfather..

You are my father. My guardian. My friend. I have so many memories of you. You carry me, you embrace me, you kiss me. I want to talk with you, grandfather. You are my home away from home. You are the one I lived with during the weekends, which soon turned into the weekdays as well. I have my breakfast with you. And you feed me. And I smile.

Our memories are beautiful. You joke with me. You give me money, secretly, so that my parents don’t accuse you of spoiling me. And I giggle, grandfather, when my mother asks me what’s in my hand. And you tell her, it’s just a piece of candy. And you know that she knows that isn’t true. But you say it anyway. And I smile.

You hear me compliment the fruits in your house. And when I return home, I find crates of them just waiting for me. You call me everyday when I travel. And we don’t talk about much because there’s nothing left to say. You ask about the weather. And you love it when I complain. Because it makes you say “there’s no place better than Kuwait”. And I smile.

Some nights, when I dream of you. You don’t see me. But I can see you from afar, and I admire your posture. Your back has healed. And your limp has disappeared completely! I am so proud, grandfather. Your dark bronzed skin is glowing and glistening. But your smile has not changed at all. I see you, grandfather. And I smile.

May you bask effortlessly in God’s warm, golden glow. May you tread gracefully on His Heaven’s soft, smooth earth. May you float dreamily in His silky, silver sky.

And May we meet again, sometime in the future. Where I shall see you. And we shall smile.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

London, London, London

Forgive me for saying this, dear London. But what the hell is going on? I mean, seriously, what??

Ok.. Let me start from the beginning. A week ago, my plane touched down on London's busy Heathrow airport runway. I took a taxi (love those funny-looking black cabs) and went to the apartment where my family awaits me.

First of all, I don't want to sound racist, but during the whole ride from the airport to our building, I barely saw any English people. I saw every other nationality on Earth, and yet I rarely saw any of Britain's blonde inhabitants.. London has changed. And I dont mean that in a good way.

I loved coming here to experience a new lifestyle during the holidays. Taking a walk on the busy streets, shopping, enjoying the sights/weather/museums. But now what do I see?

Expensive looking cars bearing the license plates "Qatar/Dubai/KSA" parked in all areas of Knightsbridge. Arabs in sports cars cruising down Oxford Street with the car's top down. Dude, its raining! Eyes following you everywhere like you were an alien. Men with their "posse", not to mention some women with a trailing of servants carrying their bags. And not to mention the blaring of Khaleeji/Arabic music in some of London's famous department stores. How embarassing!

I mean, why the hell are those people travelling, if all they want to do is exactly the same thing they're doing in their country! They're not touring the city, they're trashing it!

I have a lot more to say about you, dear London. But it will just have to wait..

Friday, August 17, 2007

Never Grow Up

I became a grown up before I even grew up.

A few years back, I turned 18. So many things happened during that period in time. Can’t remember most. The most memorable, however, can never be forgotten.

How can I forget the first time I got my driver’s license and picking up my friends (in anything that has wheels)? Who can forget graduation?! Or the first day of university? (it was nerve-wracking. everyone looked so old!)...

So many exciting things.. So many new experiences! I never felt that way before - Such a high!

I know what you’re thinking. You probably think that those events were not so “exciting” (maybe even boring?).. but, you see, the thing is, I’ve always been a careful girl. Mature. Responsible. Takes care of her siblings. The one that rarely does anything wrong (yeah, right). The polite one. The A-student… need I go on?

Fast forward a few years, and a few mild highs, and here I am, still responsible, and trying to figure out what to write about. A friend of mine read something I wrote, and recommended that I start my own blog. I want to write about my adventures.. My electrifying life! I want to write about all the crazy things I did as a teenager, but I can’t remember doing anything crazy! Oh my God. I’m boring!

Anyway.. I’ve always loved writing, it’s so therapeutic.. And sometimes when I have a lot on my mind, the idea of having someone listen (in this case, read) about my life, is so refreshing.. So.. So new! Could this be my new high? Can I release my crazy (and sometimes immature) inner-being? I may not be so boring after all, right?

And on this note, I'd like to quote some lines from the lyrics of Mr. Robbie Williams,

"I hope I'm old before I die,
I hope I live to relive the days gone by.."

I really hope so.. I really, really do..

Because this young girl is all grown up.

And I don’t want to grow up.. I really, really don’t.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Who Am I?

I want to introduce myself. I want to tell you who I am. I want to tell you what I am. I want to talk about my past, my present, my future. But I cannot contain all the particles of my life into one short paragraph. Not even a page. Maybe a book. Maybe not. Maybe a movie. Definitely not.

But then I remembered something. I remembered something I read before. A paragraph or a sentence that someone used to describe himself.. and I can't find a better way to describe myself other than to quote his words:

"..Who what am I?
My answer: I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come.."

Saleem Sinai, Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie.

I couldn't have said it better myself.