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.