@!#*%^&

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I made a deal with a friend which involves lessening my coffee intake, and it's driving me nuts!

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What do you do when you feel a friend drifiting away?

What do you do when you're sick of giving people chances?

What do you do when you tell someone to leave you alone, and they insist on existing in your life?

What do you do when you're absolutely sure nothing good could come out of something, yet you're tempted to do it?

What do you do when you ditch something for someone and they don't appreciate it?

What do you do if you miss someone so much it makes you feel sick?

What do you do when you simply cannot smile against your will?

What do you do...

Rhetorical, unless you want to answer...

"Laish mu kashkha?"

Moments That Made Me Who I Am

Inspired by Eshda3wa:)

1992 My younger brother's birth.

1999 School in Australia + A dispute with my Math teacher

2000 Changing schools: I didn't think this would matter back then.

2003 Becoming close friends with H

2005 My first stab in the back by a so-called best friend + Trip to Sweden and Denmark

2006 Student Council + Newspaper Editor

2007 Uncle's story + Meeting my jam3a buddies (Izzy;*)

2008 Aj's perspective + Revival of an event of the past..

P.S. Of course there's more, but this is what I could come up with..

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Haven't Danced

Warning: Might spoil your appetite/meal..

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I have two obsessions.. No, four: Reading, food, coffee, and music. Not in that order. So, the one giving me a hard time these days is the coffee, but I can't do anything about that. It's also helping my obsession with food. The more coffee I drink, the less food I eat. The music can be controlled. The reading can't. Seriously. I can't seem to control it. As soon as I finish one book, I start another. For some reason, it doesn't seem okay.

So, since the break has begun I have finished Lolita, The Virgin Suicides, and started The Book Theif. And I feel like sharing my take on those. I won't tell you which I recommend and which I don't.

Lolita, a book about a grown up man violating a little girl, is a translated captivation. I'm scarred for life. The book is a first person narration which leads you into HH's (Humbert Humbert, the pervert) mind. The way he think leaves me in a state of shock and wonderment. But again, it explains a lot about men. The book actually widened my perspective in a strange way. I'm more willing to expose the sexist me.

The Virgin Suicides, by the author of Middlesex, makes me wish I hadn't read it after Lolita. The language in this book is simple, and it stresses the importance of basic things, whether concrete or abstract. Again, it explains a lot about men. The books is told in a third person narration by a man (back then a boy) infatuated by five girls in his neighborhood.

The Book Theif is definitely a page turner. I read the first 16 pages while making coffee and somewhat talking on the phone. Narrated by death, it starts by striking the reader:

HERE IS A SMALL FACT

You are going to die.

P.S. There is hope I might get my hands on a copy of The Kite Runner when school starts. Yay!

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On a completely random note, my uncle thinks it's okay to go to a formal lunch in a training suit if the host is one of his brothers or sisters. Anyone care to explain?

Flaw

We've been "punk'd" by my parents. Wow, who would have thought I'd use elision in this post? Anyway, they were supposed to arrive Wednesday (after tomorrow), but they are cutting their trip short and coming back any time soon. I won't groan, instead.. HALLELUJAH! My wonderful brothers (no sarcasm, I love them), have been treating me like a queen (sarcasm). I have to continually ask them what they want for lunch and dinner. I have to wake the younger for school and the older to take the younger to school, and I have to keep my phone on under the pillow in case of emergencies (there goes my long wished for affair with my bed). I have to check the younger's bag for homework, notes from school, and other unexpected things (days old food and what not). I do not like doing any of this at all (except telling them what to wear). This is my break, people. The break from things that I don't like. I want to eat out with my dad and go shopping with my mom. I want to not have migranes. I want to stop being such a mom. I think my brothers find it amusing when I take charge. I guess they like it when I care more about where they are going and what they are eating. Men. They like to be pampered. All they do is take. Yeah, I'll stop now.. God forgive my parents although I know this won't be the last time.

Migrane

So, Outkasty (aka Very.Q8ya) wanted a post about Go Kart. I'm nice enough to write about my continual embarrassment on different Go Kart tracks. I'm not talented in driving anything, just so you know.

The most recent Go Kart experiences were during my trip to Egypt last Spring. Okay, people.. I did it twice. I should have said no after the first time. In Sharm, we started looking for things to do other than beach activities since they can't be done in the evening. So, we found a Go Kart place. Lo adri ena byenga9 wayhi w batfashal, chan ma geltlehum about the place. Anyways, so we go in and get geared up. Suits, helmets, and karts.

So, all brave.. I get into my kart, bas sheno?! Ma a6ool the gas and brake! So, I have to like slide down in my kart because the guy didn't have any pillows to offer. The guy explains the laps, and we set off... Al7een 7amadt rabi malyoun mara ena the track is lighted by red cones because it was huge w 3adi I get lost because I have no sense of direction. I had my foot on the gas all the way, braking only at the turns in case I flew out of the kart. The boys thought it would be funny if they would bump into me.. They did, and I did a gazillion turns before I could reach the brakes! W 7adi 3a9abt! I was FURIOUS because kan 3abali ena ra7 ad3am someone else on track. Oh and another thing, mako reverse, so you have to like deal with yourself after getting off the track by only going forward. So, after several minutes of getting back on track. I become vindictive.. Now, everyone's wearing helmets w it's belail fa you really can't tell who's who.. Shasawi?! I bumped into everyone until they were all struggling, while I completed my lap and made up for the time I lost earlier. Soon, everyone's bumping into everyone w the guy 9ar maynoon bas ysarekh 3alaina..

Anyways, lama we were all done.. We had to strip down to our usual selves and go see the results. I CAME SECOND ;D!!! 7ada wanasa! Sij eni wayed tahaza2t bas lama da3amt kelman w I threw them off the track, I made up for the time well. Naturally, when we went to the amusement park, and I saw Go Kart, I was for it.. Ma ta3alamt mn eltede3em w the not reaching.. This time though, it's not a professional track bas it's big. I left my throne...

...and headed to the track. Nothing fancy: no suits or helmets, just karts. I go, and I pick a kart. Again, ma a6ool elgas or brake, and I have to do the sliding thing. Ya3ni 7adi ;\.. Elmuhim, lama we set off.. I hit the gas, wela elkart 7ad`ha garamba3 ma tamshi.. Kelman sawa malyoun lap w ana lil7een b my first cuz of my retarded kart! 7adi tenarfazt w I couldn't just ditch it and go back walking! Fa I continued the lap w it was my first and last bema ena elkart 7ad`ha sakka w kan wedi I stop on it (bs I wasn't big enough lel2asaf). Ee w by the way, b my very slow 3ayooza lap, my friends were bumping into me, fa the kart would stop... W kent lazem a3abel feha to get it to the highest speed it could go all over again!! Lesson learned: never leave the throne for Go Kart!

It's fun though. If you can reach the gas and brake, you'll be fine;p

P.S. The post before was for me to let things out.

Light-headed

Hi back. No, it's not okay. Nothing you say is important.

You know what else isn't okay? The fact that you keep coming back when you should've realized by now that you're unwanted. I did so much for you. All you did was bring me down. What is it that you want now? Can't you understand that there's nothing between us? All our memories are forgotten. I used to be able to remember every situation and how I felt. Now, they are simply nothing. I have no memories. I have an empty space in my life when it comes to you. You're nothing, basically. An empty space you won't be able to fill again no matter what you do.

I'm choosing to ignore you. Have some dignity and leave me alone.

Come on now, who do you think you are?

Bless your soul,

You really think you're in control..

Old (60+) Men Are De3las

Okay, so there is no comic because I only post comics when I feel like it, and they only post a comic a day anyway, and this is my second post in 24 hours. As already obvious for the people who are emfat7een, this is a lot of ramble.

We had a HAJS gathering today without S. H's dietician gave her detox menus:

H: Enzain w like you khethra bas.. Seriously! I have never eaten a plate of vegetables that fast. And a plate of vegetables has never looked that good.. The stuff I have to eat is limited! I don't get to pick. Ya3ni it says: Your breakfast is an orange and (something methel grapefruit bas a9far w madry what she called it)! And my breakfast is SALAD! A7ad yetrayag salad?! I'm starved.. Enzain bas ta3abt.. Yebouli burtaqala!!!

BURTAQALA!!! OMG OMG OMG!!! BURTAQALA IS GOING TO SET EVERYTHING RIGHT!!! NOT CHOCOLATE... NOT A GREASY BURGER... NOT ICE CREAM WITH WHIPPED CREAM AND SAUCE.. BURTAQALA, PPL!!! ENTAW MESTAW3IBEEEN?!

Anyways, her ramblings are not in order, but like I wrote what I remember of what she said when she said it. Sorry I was eating mud pie jedamich 7bbti;*

On another random note, I was telling J how Libras are good with words. They give the most democratic answers, and she goes: "I'm a Libra!" Yeah? Not really.. So, we had to explain to her that her Libranism is demented.. Oh, and J, if you weren't a screwed up Libra, I wouldn't love you as much;*

Again, randomly.. This break last year, I was in Egypt.. *sigh*

The park rides..

Go Kart!

Birrell

A store named after her royal highness.. Ee ghaseb!

After Karoake Night;p

Sunshine, the forbidden drink which induces hysteria;p

Again, a markaz after moi;p

I loved this day! The weather was beautiful..

ElKhaleely..

The unforgettable birthday cake which named me 3esa and mispelled sweet!

Getting tattoos.. Mine was.. any guesses?

My sleeping patterns are going to be very messed up. My parents are not here. I can't sleep because my two brothers go out, and I have to wait for them to come back because they are very absentminded, etc. Also, I have to wake them up for 9alat elfayer instead of mommy dearest and wake little brother for school. SO, (I'm actually getting somewhere important), I ALWAYS switch my phone off when I sleep.. BUT NOT WHEN MY PARENTS ARE NOT HERE. It is on 24/7. Please, if you call, and hear me sounding like crap and all that, would you care to understand that I'm half asleep?! I don't know what I'm saying, and I don't know what YOU'RE saying. And don't rub it in my face whenever I see you all sober and sophisticated cuz 7ada mala da3i ga9at elwayh. Therefore, for a week, my phone will be on. Don't abuse, and don't try to blackmail: it simply won't work. My intelligence extends to my subconciousness.

Parents Gone

Hello, darlings. I had a trip to the bank this morning. A list of things that I noticed:

1. A sick pregnant woman gets up to throw tissue in the garbage can, and a teenage girl sits in her place. When she sees her coming back, she sneers and doesn't get up!

2. A little boy tugs and yells at his mom (I couldn't understand what he was trying to say), and she simply ignores him.

3. An old lady comes in, and no one offers her a seat! I am sitting on a stool, and when I offer, she says she can't sit on a stool (ma et3aber). The rest simply look on..

4. When it is my turn at the counter, a nosy lady stands next to me and peers into my bag! Wtf?!

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Last night (or was it the night before?), I was discussing with a friend how we are too nice. Maybe people will take advantage of us. How do we know when someone is worthy? You don't. They can only prove to you that they are not worthy. Right? As soon as I meet someone, and become close friends with that person, I assume that they are worthy. But what if they are not? How far would you go to make that person smile or be happy? And for those who think I am too trusting, I'm not. I just assume that everyone is worthy when I meet them until they prove to be otherwise. For the friend who I disucssed this topic with, I'm positive you're worthy:)

Scared of Puking

I didn't find this one funny...

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... and please don't try this at home (as in don't stick things up your behind)

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I haven't been feeling great physically recently. So, yesterday I decided to go out, and see if I feel better. I didn't... until I bought a new black leather shiny handbag with gold buckles! OMG! A moment of epiphany! I'm materialistic! I remembered every single time stuff got me to feel better. I remembered how I so disagree with the money doesn't buy happiness thing. AAAAHH!! Should I be burned at the stake?!

But then again, isn't that the job of new stuff?! Doesn't everyone feel better when they get something they simply want rather than need? I don't know.. It always makes me feel better. Next on the list is diamonds;)

This is the bag:

Muffy's Mud Pie

The Dreaded Raised Eyebrow! Yes.. For those of you who know me, you'll get aha moments. Now, a lot of people get the impression that I'm rude, stuck up, and all witchy because of my facial expressions. I'm not. Seriously, I just have a very honest face which cannot hide emotions. My mom thinks it's extremely rude that I can't be nice or ajamel, but I really can't help it. So, anyway, one of my loved ones has been putting an urge into action by bringing down my raised eyebrows with an itching index finger... I scream for my rights! That is VIOLATION!

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J is leaving. S is leaving. Parents are leaving. My permission slip to Cyprus has been rejected by my dear father with a very extravagant flair. H, I'm counting on you to make me feel like the Queen I am during this break.

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Read this.

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I only recently found out there was a video for the song. Hail me, people. Hail Queen Aicha;)

Onion Panic

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Right, so my birthday is coming up. So, for those of you who are obliged to get me gifts, you know who you are, here's what I don't want. I know it's Valentine's Month when it comes to gifts, but I don't want "I Love You" mugs, fancy designer towels with hearts, or anything that's Valentine's themed. I'd rather have socks. I mean seriously, you're ruining things for me. For one, this stuff reminds me that I'm single. Two, when the special person eventually comes along, I won't appreciate anything he gets me because I'll be used to it. If you're at loss, just get me books, okay?

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A conversation between my mother and I:

Me: Yeah, so this guy with her in college asked for her hand, and now she's engaged. I'm so happy for her.

7bbti: Hehe ya7lailha, 3eqbalech.. (She's hoping it's my turn soon)

Me: Taw elnass (It's too soon)

7bbti: Ee 3ala elsena elyaya (Yeah, next year)

Me: Uuumm, says who?

7bbti: Next year is too soon ba3ad?

Me: Yeah, I want to graduate first. Plus, there is no one special in mind, so why the hurry?

Right, I'm wondering.. What's up with moms (and aunts) and marriage? I'm turning 19! She says girls who are over 25 have crossed the age limit for marriage. That's so not true. If it was, then I'd be terrified. Plus, I still haven't crossed her so-called age limit. I know some of my friends are getting engaged, married, and all, but I'm not ready. I remember one of my cousins whom I respect very much was telling me that I should be ready to live a different life any time soon because I've lived according to me up until this point. That scares me. Really, I don't want to compromise. I keep reminding myself that I love my life now. What should I expect? 7ada yumma! Anyways, back off! I love you, but seriously, back off;\

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They sell this very deformed pencil in the photocopy center at college. It looks... Wtf?!

"O fie, fie, fie!"

It is stunning how one can create a breathtaking changing ringing masterpiece. By masterpiece, I mean a work that confuses your senses and blends them into one to absorb every detail with attentive eyes and ears wide open. Sulyman AlBassam's Richard III: An Arabian Tragedy is what I am talking about.

The show starts with former Queen Margaret expressing her sorrowful emotions to the crowd. She is my favorite character of the play. Her impression of a sound woman turned psychotic by emotional blows is simply captivating. The show ends with the fulfilment of her curses, which lure the audience's senses towards the stage when uttered complementing her tragic heels.

The use of the dicovery place, a Shakespearean assett, is extremely important in this play. In that place, conspiracies are created, characters express their emotions, characters reveal their true colors, and characters...dance.


The music by a live band backstage belongs to the Kuwaiti culture. An "Oh Ya Mal" rings in the audience's ears when Stanley dreams of a ship. "Ya nass delooni" is played to expose Lady Anne's lost then found sadness. A display of the 3artha fills the stage during an event of celebration.

The most arresting scenes, in my opinion, are Catesby's monologue after one of his many treacherous deeds, and Richard's belittling of former Queen Elizabeth when asking for her daughter's hand in marriage. The struggle of good and evil is depicted in the characters' lines.


Some of the most intruiging additions to the play are simple. Letters from Buckingham to another foreigner are typed on stage. A brochure warning the people of an escaping terrorist flutters from the ceiling onto the audience's laps. Well-known Kuwaiti sayings are interwoven into the dialogue in a very sophisticated manner.


I have to say. I see every one of my fears in this play. I see a world of pessimism. I see people forced to live a life they do not want to live. I see vindication. I see.




From the Director's Note:

"The play is a mask.

A mask not to hide: but to reveal.

The mask reveals lines of our own identity that the mirror obliterates.

I use the mask to explore our world.

The mask always carries its own essence, one deeply rooted in secret and ritual.

Cycles of blood and revenge, lamentation and cruelty:

These are the lines of the mask.
I use our world to explore the mask."

Richard III: An Arabian Tragedy by Sulyman AlBassam. 17/01-19/01. 19:30 @Dar ElAthar ElIslameya

The show must go on.

I can hear a bell ring!

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My titles have nothing to do with my posts most of the time. Whatever comes to mind when the cursor is blinking in the Title field will be crowned the title. At first, I tried coming up with complementary titles, but it got difficult. Random is always better. So, even you try your best to link, there really isn't any relation between the two in my world. Mu ghaseb!

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Is this the sexiest laptop or what?

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There's a staged performance of a Richard III for the next three evenings. Click here for more info.

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[UPDATE] Do0da insists that this version of 'Valerie' is better than the one in the previous post.

Lipstick for the Finals

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Three more finals to go. I got one grade. Happy happy happy. I should be studying, but I intend to go shopping later today. Ya3youni made me proud. She loved my new heels:)

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This song is stuck in my head. The clip is different.

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Men do not look good in fur. Do NOT attempt it. It's not easy on the eyes.

Stop making a fool out of me...

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I love my old template, but it's time for change. As for the music, I decided that it's staying until I feel like removing it because I like the new song;p

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Onto a more serious topic.. I was lying around in the living room aimlessly yesterday trying to avoid studying, and I came across a newspaper headline. So, I pick the paper up, and I read... only to be disappointed. The article was about a group of people who broke into and destroyed bookshops which sold Islamic material. Why? Most probably, the criminals are from a different sect, but whether they are or not, there is no reason for them to do that. It angers me that they put their opinions, emotions, and beliefs before their own country. This is an event which will effect the unity between citizens, even if only on the small scale. Being different shouldn't induce anger. This is absurd. I can't help but wonder what events such as this one will trigger in the future..

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Dr. Ya3youni's final tomorrow. Allah yaster;\

Party, anyone?

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I think I'm back to my addiction to heels. I've been preferring them to flats for a few weeks now, even to school. I got two new ones recently. That's not going to help. But what the hell, sa7?

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Mali khelg finals. Seriously, I'm having trouble getting myself to study. I can't wait until the 19th;\

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Now, fellow bloggers.. Yay or nay to removing the music on my blog?

حبيتك لنسيت النوم

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A very good friend of mine sent me this, and it totally cracked me up. Look at his face when he says "...and now you're back, from outerspace!" and "...walk out the door!" Priceless;p

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I recently finished reading A Thousand Splendid Suns. It's a good book, but not a must-read. The women in the book are strong women, but I have mixed feelings towards them. The men are pathetic and annoying. Sij ena when you go after someone, they don't give you face, and when you ignore them, they run after you. Zeman ta3ban..

Now, I'm reading Lolita. Humbert Humbert (HH) is just BLEKH! He's on my nerves because of how perverted he is! I mean, doesn't he understand that nine year old girls aren't aware of seduction?! The guy needs a reality check. Psychopath:@

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The break between last day of class and first day of finals feels like a holiday. I've been out everyday. I feel guilty that I haven't studied, but then again, I need to relax before I devour my notes. Right? *raises eyebrow*

Supercalifragelisticexpialedotious

Question: Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?*

I know I'm open enough to let the inside show on the outside, but what about everyone else? Is what's going on inside detectable on the surface? Can hypocrites really pull it off?

For once, a clip which matches the topic. The idea is amazing. I love the masks!

*Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

[UPDATE]

Lalique release a new perfume called Amethyst. I didn't like it. Otherwise it would be my signature perfume or something;p

The rest is still unwritten..

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Bored, I remembered High School... No one did it like we did, especially our last year. We went crazy. We outdid it. I cracked up at almost every photo I had. I have literally thousands of photos from my high school years, so why not share a small fraction? As for my high school buddies.. In my speech at graduation, I said, "and after us there is no more..." I mean it you guys. Remember...

Remember our "Reward Day"?

Remember the newspaper? Now that I'm done with it, I tried to make it a record of our days..

Remember "our" locker?

Remember "The Na7sha"?

Remember "The Gatherings"?

Remember those days? ;p

Remember the food?

Remember more food?

Remember Coach?

Remember more food again?

Remember the parties?

Remember "Depression Day" and my suffering through Hamlet?

Remember 3arabi? ;p

Remember THE locker? ;)

Remember the little birthday surprises?

Remember bathrooming during parties?

Remember Storm's class?

Remember our very creative presentations?

Remember this? H, we missed you that day;*

Remember the rip-off sales?

Remember... LOL?!

Remember the parties at the very end?

And the memories remain;*

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P.S. The library has been updated;)

Oh! And for those of you who enjoy Art...