Without the kids, the mini-van, or the husband - this could be ME!
WoohoohooWoohoohoo
Debbie just hit the wall
she never had it all
one Prozac (Paxil in my case) a day
husbands a CPA
her dreams went out the door
when she turned twenty four
only been with one man
what happen to her plan’
She was gonna be an actress
she was gonna be a star
she was gonna shake her ass
on the hood of white snake’s car
her yellow SUV is now the enemy
looks at her average life
and nothing has been alright
since Bruce Springstein, Madonnaway before Nirvana
there was U2 and Blondie
and music still on MTV
her two kids in high school
they tell her that she’s uncool
cuz she's still preoccupiedwith 19, 19, 1985
Woohoohoo(1985)Woohoohoo
She’s seen all the classics
she knows every line
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink
even Saint Elmo’s Fire
she rocked out to wham
not a big Limp Bizkit fan
thought she’d get a hand
on a member of Duran Duran
Where’s the mini-skirt made of snake skin
and who’s the other guy that's singing in Van Halen
when did reality become T.V.
what ever happen to sitcoms, game shows
(on the radio was) Bruce Springstein, Madonna
way before Nirvana
there was U2 and Blondie
and music still on MTV
her two kids in high school
they tell her that she’s uncool
cuz she's still preoccupied
with 19, 19, 1985
Woohoohoo
She hates time make it stop
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Where have all the hotties gone?
This weekend, we finally got back out to the desert, after much drama from my friend, L, who finally just dissed the whole idea of going to Kabd and went to sleep. MuslimArtist, CineDude, Bunny, my dog (Desert Dog for anonymity purposes) and I went out to Bunny’s friend, Khalid’s, place. If I had told MArtist about Kabd’s somewhat-low-class reputation, she may not have wanted to go. (As my Arab-princess-girlfriends say, “Kabd! Ohmagawd! You didn’t go to Kabd, did you? Are you seeeeeeeeeeerious? Shinu haaatha, habibti? La! Aaaaysheeeey!")
I like Kabd (North) better than B’naider (South) because it is quieter and the sand is finer. B’naider has more of a circus/zoo atmosphere to me. There is a spot, North of the Ministry of Information radio tower, in Kabd where mostly Bedouin dudes fly and train falcons and it is one of my very favorite spots in all of Kuwait (not just because of the Bedouin dudes although they are very important). The terrain is different: there are hills and the sand dunes are fine. It is incredibly quiet there and very few camps because it is so far off the road. A few years back, I was driving my 4x up there and 3 salukis were keeping pace up to 45 kilos per hour; Totally awesome/beautiful dogs. They were loving it - smiling and tails wagging.
It is always nicer to go to the desert with people who haven’t been there before because you get to see it from another person’s eyes. It makes it all fresh again. It also looks MUCH prettier in the dark.
Anyhoo, after 3 years of knowing Bunny, I had never met his best friend, Khalid, who I have long-adored because he took such good care of Bunny while they were both up in Iraq as interpreters. Khalid and Bunny are best friends (teezain fi surwal or "two asses in one underwear" in Arabic). He cooked us mendi – which I love. Mendi is like khalua pig; you roast the meat in a coal pit covered with sand.
It was the first time in 3 years that Bunny had ever taken me to the desert. I’ve been nagging him for forever to go with me/take me, but this was the first opportunity I have ever had to spend some time under the stars with the Bedouin Bunny that he is. I loved to see how he was interacting with Khalid; he seemed so happy and content – which is a rarity because I usually see him annoyed by his mobile phone which is constantly ringing. Bunny is definitely in his element in the desert. He told me that his father used to make the most wonderful Arabic coffee and Bunny seems to have learned from the best. The coffee was awesome. So was the loomi (dried lime) and zaatar (thyme) tea. The only thing missing was camel milk. There was a camel at an adjacent camp that had just been born an hour before we arrived at the camp, but it was too dark to see it.
Desert Dog loves any opportunity to get out and run around in the desert. She gets a big dog-grin whenever she’s out there. She only likes good people and spent a lot of time trying to win Khalid over. She was totally sandy (changes color from white to yuck-yellow) and smelled like camp fire, but very happy when we got home.
I actually was able to drive my sports car into the desert: that is, after we almost broke the axle on an enormous, un-marked speed bump. F the speed bumps!!!!! At least paint them pink or put reflectors on them or something. Now my car is all out of alignment again. Thank God, nothing happened to the rims. Me and Bunny would have been up in Amghara searching through the scrap yard again. That would have really sucked big time.
Side note: I will leave you in the desert alone to die a horrible death, CineDude, if you ever want to leave early for a booty call again. Next time, you will be arranging your own booty-call transportation. There IS booty-call etiquette, you know. We saw right through you, dude, “I want to go home. I’m tired. I want to go to sleep.” BS!!! you’re from LA! We're all friends. Ya coulda just SAID you had to leave early for a booty call. We all understand. Plus, where did my damn tequila go? I had like 1 glass! I’m pissed and not in a British way. Any idea that a bottle goes for 40 kd? Yo. I’ll get over it. I will. Really. Eventually. I will. Sheeeeeeeeet.
Future-Husband-and-Father-of-my-Children has been busy all week with Muharram. They have a family hassania, so he’s been busy there doing stuff. I’m glad he’s so dedicated to religion and family. He’s going to make a great father for my kids. Funny that the Future-Mother-of-His-Kids is out romping in the desert, cavorting with men and drinking ONE frickin glass of tequila - while he's being devout. Go figure. Opposites attract (right?). tee hee.
(Lack-of-segway here): The construction dudes outside my building actually seem to be doing something –not just digging holes and filling them in as I had long-suspected. I saw them bring in some new pipes and replace the old nasty ones. Are those sewage pipes? Damn – if that is the case, then I really hope that they finish the job before the summer. Thank God – I live on the top floor, but still…. Ick, ew. Anyhow, they now have the entire neighborhood dug up and I feel like I am living in a slum. NOT a nice site to let visitors see. Let me just say that construction workers in this country are by far nicer than in the States. One of them actually said, "Good morning," to me today - and he wasn't even staring at my T or A.
(Yet another lack of cool segway here): My mom is going to have her hip replaced early next month. She sounds so worried on the phone. I really should go there to be with her. I wonder how that would go over at work. I feel terribly guilty being here, away from her. I’m her favorite daughter, after all. We are both writers and she has the same sick sense of humor. She’s going into a rehab facility after the operation for 10 days. Maybe I should go there to be with her when she gets home. What do you people think?
Yesterday, I hung out with MArtist and L and went to look for “eye candy”. We didn’t find any; only one guy who kept looking my way, who we dubbed, “Bowel Movement Man.” He had a look on his face like he was constipated and L and MArtist were suppressing giggles every time I made a noise like he might be passing something. He even walked like he was constipated. That is our fun. That is how pathetic it has become. We went to 3 places for coffee, hoping to see even 1 man who was remotely handsome. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Where have all the hotties gone? Can anyone tell me? Is there one place in Kuwait where they all converge? Where is it? Cause I haven’t been able to locate it. Believe me, I’ve tried…
I like Kabd (North) better than B’naider (South) because it is quieter and the sand is finer. B’naider has more of a circus/zoo atmosphere to me. There is a spot, North of the Ministry of Information radio tower, in Kabd where mostly Bedouin dudes fly and train falcons and it is one of my very favorite spots in all of Kuwait (not just because of the Bedouin dudes although they are very important). The terrain is different: there are hills and the sand dunes are fine. It is incredibly quiet there and very few camps because it is so far off the road. A few years back, I was driving my 4x up there and 3 salukis were keeping pace up to 45 kilos per hour; Totally awesome/beautiful dogs. They were loving it - smiling and tails wagging.
It is always nicer to go to the desert with people who haven’t been there before because you get to see it from another person’s eyes. It makes it all fresh again. It also looks MUCH prettier in the dark.
Anyhoo, after 3 years of knowing Bunny, I had never met his best friend, Khalid, who I have long-adored because he took such good care of Bunny while they were both up in Iraq as interpreters. Khalid and Bunny are best friends (teezain fi surwal or "two asses in one underwear" in Arabic). He cooked us mendi – which I love. Mendi is like khalua pig; you roast the meat in a coal pit covered with sand.
It was the first time in 3 years that Bunny had ever taken me to the desert. I’ve been nagging him for forever to go with me/take me, but this was the first opportunity I have ever had to spend some time under the stars with the Bedouin Bunny that he is. I loved to see how he was interacting with Khalid; he seemed so happy and content – which is a rarity because I usually see him annoyed by his mobile phone which is constantly ringing. Bunny is definitely in his element in the desert. He told me that his father used to make the most wonderful Arabic coffee and Bunny seems to have learned from the best. The coffee was awesome. So was the loomi (dried lime) and zaatar (thyme) tea. The only thing missing was camel milk. There was a camel at an adjacent camp that had just been born an hour before we arrived at the camp, but it was too dark to see it.
Desert Dog loves any opportunity to get out and run around in the desert. She gets a big dog-grin whenever she’s out there. She only likes good people and spent a lot of time trying to win Khalid over. She was totally sandy (changes color from white to yuck-yellow) and smelled like camp fire, but very happy when we got home.
I actually was able to drive my sports car into the desert: that is, after we almost broke the axle on an enormous, un-marked speed bump. F the speed bumps!!!!! At least paint them pink or put reflectors on them or something. Now my car is all out of alignment again. Thank God, nothing happened to the rims. Me and Bunny would have been up in Amghara searching through the scrap yard again. That would have really sucked big time.
Side note: I will leave you in the desert alone to die a horrible death, CineDude, if you ever want to leave early for a booty call again. Next time, you will be arranging your own booty-call transportation. There IS booty-call etiquette, you know. We saw right through you, dude, “I want to go home. I’m tired. I want to go to sleep.” BS!!! you’re from LA! We're all friends. Ya coulda just SAID you had to leave early for a booty call. We all understand. Plus, where did my damn tequila go? I had like 1 glass! I’m pissed and not in a British way. Any idea that a bottle goes for 40 kd? Yo. I’ll get over it. I will. Really. Eventually. I will. Sheeeeeeeeet.
Future-Husband-and-Father-of-my-Children has been busy all week with Muharram. They have a family hassania, so he’s been busy there doing stuff. I’m glad he’s so dedicated to religion and family. He’s going to make a great father for my kids. Funny that the Future-Mother-of-His-Kids is out romping in the desert, cavorting with men and drinking ONE frickin glass of tequila - while he's being devout. Go figure. Opposites attract (right?). tee hee.
(Lack-of-segway here): The construction dudes outside my building actually seem to be doing something –not just digging holes and filling them in as I had long-suspected. I saw them bring in some new pipes and replace the old nasty ones. Are those sewage pipes? Damn – if that is the case, then I really hope that they finish the job before the summer. Thank God – I live on the top floor, but still…. Ick, ew. Anyhow, they now have the entire neighborhood dug up and I feel like I am living in a slum. NOT a nice site to let visitors see. Let me just say that construction workers in this country are by far nicer than in the States. One of them actually said, "Good morning," to me today - and he wasn't even staring at my T or A.
(Yet another lack of cool segway here): My mom is going to have her hip replaced early next month. She sounds so worried on the phone. I really should go there to be with her. I wonder how that would go over at work. I feel terribly guilty being here, away from her. I’m her favorite daughter, after all. We are both writers and she has the same sick sense of humor. She’s going into a rehab facility after the operation for 10 days. Maybe I should go there to be with her when she gets home. What do you people think?
Yesterday, I hung out with MArtist and L and went to look for “eye candy”. We didn’t find any; only one guy who kept looking my way, who we dubbed, “Bowel Movement Man.” He had a look on his face like he was constipated and L and MArtist were suppressing giggles every time I made a noise like he might be passing something. He even walked like he was constipated. That is our fun. That is how pathetic it has become. We went to 3 places for coffee, hoping to see even 1 man who was remotely handsome. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Where have all the hotties gone? Can anyone tell me? Is there one place in Kuwait where they all converge? Where is it? Cause I haven’t been able to locate it. Believe me, I’ve tried…
Friday, February 18, 2005
Ode to the 80's
You grew up in the 80’s if…
1. You've ended a sentence with the word "SYKE".
2. You've watched "Fat Albert".
3. You can sing the rap to "Ladidadi"
4. You wore biker shorts and felt stylish.
5. You yearned to be a member of the Rock Steady Crew and tried to start adance group of your own.
6. You owned a "Big Wheel".
7. You know that "Yeah Boyeee" comes from Flava Flav.
8. Two words: Double Dutch!!
9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock".
10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.
11. You can sing the entire theme song to "The Facts of Life."
12. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
13. (Girls) You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen.
15. You got super-excited when it was the FIRST and LAST day of school.
16.(Girls) You tied a knot in your shirt if you didn't have one of those clips that would hold your shirt on the side.
17. You played the games "That's My Car" and "Punch Buggie."
18. You wore a Michael Jackson jacket and you were proud.
19. Lotto's... need I say more?
20. You watched Captain Kangaroo and thought it was actually funny.
21. You remember reading "Golden Books."
22. You know the profound meaning of "WAXON, WAX OFF."
23. You wanted to be a Goonie.
24. You were or knew a boy who would jump rope if only ONE more player was needed (and it didn't mean he was gay)
25. You thought that blowing into the cartridge actually fixed the video game!
26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
27. You knew how to do "the smurf..." and "the smurfette."
28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANN of snap EK's.
29. You remember saying "Not To Def" and "Funky Fresh" or "Fly."
30. You remember the first time you heard "I'm Bad."
31. Barbie and GI Joe were the shizz nick...
32. You were She Hulk, The Hulk, She-Ra or He-Man one Halloween.
33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets or had a secret shake.
34. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes or Kung Foe slippers.
35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?
36. You remember "I've fallen, and I can't get up " and "Where's the Beef?"
37. You remember when going to the skating rink was better than going to the club (skates off... time to dance... everybody in the middle of the rink!)
38. You ever got seriously injured riding on the handle bars or your sibling's, cousin, or friends bike.
39. You've smoked a bubblegum cigarette.
40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.
41. You know how to play "half-ball."
42. You remember Popples and Munchi-chi's.
43. "Don't worry, be happy."
44. You wore FOUR pairs of socks high top Reeboks. You wore socks scrunched down. Two pairs...one for each color to match your skirt or top.
45. You know what comes before and after "I met a senorita with flowers inher hair... Oh Shake It Momma Shake It..."
46. You also know the rest of "Miss MARY MACK MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK... "
47. You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.
48. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.
49. You knew how to fix an audio tape if it popped.
50. You still have tapes packed away and carefully coordinated in shoe boxes in your closet.
51. You watched "School House Rock" and the ABC after school specials.
52. You remember Alf.
53. You know the original members of "New Edition."
54. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved by the Bell", the ORIGINAL class. This was way before Tiffini Amber Theissan had boobs and showed up on 90210.
55. You know all the words to Bonita Applebum.
56. You just sang those words to yourself.
57. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird.
58. You ironed creases in your Levi's straight legged jeans. (the crisper the better)
59. You remember when Jerri Curls were cool!
60. You had a Jerri Curl!
61. You're graduating class sang, "We are the World."
62. You secured playing cards to your bicycle tire's rim spoke to create the effect of a motorcycle.
63. You've died your hair with Kool-Aid.
64. You knew what it meant if you asked someone if the have a boy/girlfriend and they said "No, but I'm talking to someone."
65. You know who said "What you talkin' 'bout, Willis".
66. You know why "Girls... they... Girls they love.... Heavy D."
67. You had a TRAPPER KEEPER by Mead.
68. It was cool for you and your friends or Boyfriends and Girlfriends to dress like twins.
69. You know the words to "Glamorous Life." The one by Sheila E and Cool C!
70. You've ever attempted to Windmill or Beatbox.
71. Two-tone jeans - let's not go there.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Valentine's Day a Success
I had a happy VD. It was fun to be with friends and nobody chipped a tooth on the horrible plantains I made (sheet - I almost did and I didn't even have to be polite). They were GOOD fresh from the fryer- I SWEAR! Next time, I am not going to barbecue in sub-zero temperatures (it felt like it anyways). Microwave all the way! I'm actually thinkin seafood night with seafood stew, crabs (when in season), clams, etc.
Does anybody know where in Kuwait to buy a dough machine (to make bread dough)? I am going to bake anatomically-correct, 6'4" man. :) No actually (I don't have an oven that big), it is for a friend who I am SURE is going to bake me many many loaves once I finish the quest and secure a dough machine (right? right?). By the way, I like the kind of veggie bread that I used to get at the farmers market - baked with herbs and ... veggies. :) Just thought I would pass that along. The very best bread I ever had was when I took a bus trip up to Quebec in the winter (with about 4' of snow on the ground) and they stopped at a little cafe where they made fresh bread. They served us big chunks of it with honey on top. Yummmmmm.
BTW, GF - You started the whole UTC thing. Now I can't stop.
I pity my poor blog readers who actually take the time to write to me - and then I bombard with e-mails of my ramblings. The cool thing is that I'm making a lot of new friends (that I can call at 3 am when I'm feeling lonely and want to chat).
I was saddened by the bombing in Lebanon yesterday. Hariri did so much to help his own people. Can't we all just get along?
Did anyone see the Arab Times this morning? There is a big ad on the front page from the Ministry of Social Affairs (I can name a few) & Labor on "Women Role in Civilized Society"(how 'bout "Editor Role in Civilized Ministry?)".... to invite the laborers and interested in volunteer labour field..." to be addressed by Mrs. Cherie Blair. Now here's what I want to know - are they discussing Kuwait as a civilized socieity, other countries as civilized societies, or the UK? I guess I would have to go and see. If the Kuwaiti security forces are frisking attendees - I will DEFINITELY go just for shyts and giggles. The bigger question (as, of course, everyone in Kuwait needs to know) is: Will there be free food? Any gift bags?
I went to a conference about a year ago put together by a law firm (if I remember correctly it was Al Khebra) about opportunities in Iraq. There were several speakers and I thought it would be interesting and guess what - IT WAS!!! A fist fight broke out (2 middle-aged Kuwaiti men in gutara/aghal) in the back of the room during the Microsoft speaker's speach. It was poetic. The MS guy kept right on talking! I was laughing my ass off (everyone knows that's impossible, but whatever). The rest of the conference was blah blah blah, but I saw some of my friends and made a few more. I also saw that 2-faced short man from MTC and silently put an impotence spell on him (as if he doesn't aleady HAVE that problem!) Yeah yeah - I know, I've heard it all before, "He's a brilliant man and a wonderful speaker. A visionary...." He is still nethel.
By the way, for those who were unable to send flowers yesterday, I still have my chest infection, so here is your big opportunity...
Does anybody know where in Kuwait to buy a dough machine (to make bread dough)? I am going to bake anatomically-correct, 6'4" man. :) No actually (I don't have an oven that big), it is for a friend who I am SURE is going to bake me many many loaves once I finish the quest and secure a dough machine (right? right?). By the way, I like the kind of veggie bread that I used to get at the farmers market - baked with herbs and ... veggies. :) Just thought I would pass that along. The very best bread I ever had was when I took a bus trip up to Quebec in the winter (with about 4' of snow on the ground) and they stopped at a little cafe where they made fresh bread. They served us big chunks of it with honey on top. Yummmmmm.
BTW, GF - You started the whole UTC thing. Now I can't stop.
I pity my poor blog readers who actually take the time to write to me - and then I bombard with e-mails of my ramblings. The cool thing is that I'm making a lot of new friends (that I can call at 3 am when I'm feeling lonely and want to chat).
I was saddened by the bombing in Lebanon yesterday. Hariri did so much to help his own people. Can't we all just get along?
Did anyone see the Arab Times this morning? There is a big ad on the front page from the Ministry of Social Affairs (I can name a few) & Labor on "Women Role in Civilized Society"(how 'bout "Editor Role in Civilized Ministry?)".... to invite the laborers and interested in volunteer labour field..." to be addressed by Mrs. Cherie Blair. Now here's what I want to know - are they discussing Kuwait as a civilized socieity, other countries as civilized societies, or the UK? I guess I would have to go and see. If the Kuwaiti security forces are frisking attendees - I will DEFINITELY go just for shyts and giggles. The bigger question (as, of course, everyone in Kuwait needs to know) is: Will there be free food? Any gift bags?
I went to a conference about a year ago put together by a law firm (if I remember correctly it was Al Khebra) about opportunities in Iraq. There were several speakers and I thought it would be interesting and guess what - IT WAS!!! A fist fight broke out (2 middle-aged Kuwaiti men in gutara/aghal) in the back of the room during the Microsoft speaker's speach. It was poetic. The MS guy kept right on talking! I was laughing my ass off (everyone knows that's impossible, but whatever). The rest of the conference was blah blah blah, but I saw some of my friends and made a few more. I also saw that 2-faced short man from MTC and silently put an impotence spell on him (as if he doesn't aleady HAVE that problem!) Yeah yeah - I know, I've heard it all before, "He's a brilliant man and a wonderful speaker. A visionary...." He is still nethel.
By the way, for those who were unable to send flowers yesterday, I still have my chest infection, so here is your big opportunity...
International Foods Coffee Moment...
Ever get an e-mail that seems to come at the right time? I received this one back in December. Thought I'd share... (sharing is caring)
"Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there...to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.
And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power or heart.
Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul.
Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.
The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.
If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Make every day count. Appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.
Talk to people whom you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold you head up because you have every right to.
Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. Create your own life and then go out and live it."
"Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there...to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.
And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power or heart.
Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul.
Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.
The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.
If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Make every day count. Appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.
Talk to people whom you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold you head up because you have every right to.
Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. Create your own life and then go out and live it."
Monday, February 14, 2005
Happy Valentine's Day
This is my favorite poem and I try to live my life by it:
I shall pass this way but once;
any good, therefore, that I can do
or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature,
let me do it now.
Let me not defer nor neglect it,
for I shall not pass this way again.
Jewaira reminded me of it today, so I thought I would post it - especially on Valentine's Day: an occasion to remember those we care about and to let them know that they are loved. Ultimately, every day should be that day, but these days, most people are so busy. This is one of my favorite days of the year (not only because I love red!).
Saudi Arabia has banned Valentine’s Day.
http://edition.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/meast/02/13/saudi.valentines.ap/index.html
When my mother sent me to an all-girl school to keep me from being boy-crazy (didn’t work), I learned very quickly that anything forbidden becomes 100 times more enticing. For example, my dad told me never ever (“I forbid you…”) to date an Arab man. Need I say more?
Thanks so much for the comments on the Shamlan post. I really appreciate the little acts of kindness. We met when I was 15 ¾ and he was 19 (yes, it was almost innocent). He was driving up the street and I was walking down. Our eyes met for about 4 seconds and I know this sounds cliché, but I knew he was “the one”. Unfortunately, he never figured out that he was the one! I met him through a lot of detective work 2 months later (he had a very distinct/aka ugly car). He came to my family’s house and met me in front of EVERYBODY – even the Texan relatives. Anyways, I have spent the better part of my life loving someone who didn’t love me back and who eventually died before his time. Some may call it tragic infatuation. He was just different and special.
We are having a Pathetic Valentine’s Dinner at my place tonight. You know – a gathering of friends who can’t get dates on the special day. I don’t want to say we are LOSERS, so I won’t. We have just not bought into the commercial idealism of Valentine’s Day. (NOT) I love the commercialism of the day. I love all the boxes of candy and/or stuff; the teddy bears; the cards; the balloons. I love it all. In the States, I went out and bought (hopeful) Valentine’s lingerie (one day I will open a museum!).
I went out for coffee with my future-husband-and-father-of-my-children last night. (Happy sigh and lots of smiling.) We are in that phase where you talk and talk and talk and don’t get tired. FH&FoMC heard my dog barking while we were on the phone and actually said (before I told him about her), "Oh, you have a dog. What kind of a dog? I love dogs!" Yippeee! God was listening.
Bunny also came by and brought me some flowers and a pretty gift. Yes, I am still mad at him, but damn if it didn’t help! Perhaps that is shallow, but whatever.
I shall pass this way but once;
any good, therefore, that I can do
or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature,
let me do it now.
Let me not defer nor neglect it,
for I shall not pass this way again.
Jewaira reminded me of it today, so I thought I would post it - especially on Valentine's Day: an occasion to remember those we care about and to let them know that they are loved. Ultimately, every day should be that day, but these days, most people are so busy. This is one of my favorite days of the year (not only because I love red!).
Saudi Arabia has banned Valentine’s Day.
http://edition.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/meast/02/13/saudi.valentines.ap/index.html
When my mother sent me to an all-girl school to keep me from being boy-crazy (didn’t work), I learned very quickly that anything forbidden becomes 100 times more enticing. For example, my dad told me never ever (“I forbid you…”) to date an Arab man. Need I say more?
Thanks so much for the comments on the Shamlan post. I really appreciate the little acts of kindness. We met when I was 15 ¾ and he was 19 (yes, it was almost innocent). He was driving up the street and I was walking down. Our eyes met for about 4 seconds and I know this sounds cliché, but I knew he was “the one”. Unfortunately, he never figured out that he was the one! I met him through a lot of detective work 2 months later (he had a very distinct/aka ugly car). He came to my family’s house and met me in front of EVERYBODY – even the Texan relatives. Anyways, I have spent the better part of my life loving someone who didn’t love me back and who eventually died before his time. Some may call it tragic infatuation. He was just different and special.
We are having a Pathetic Valentine’s Dinner at my place tonight. You know – a gathering of friends who can’t get dates on the special day. I don’t want to say we are LOSERS, so I won’t. We have just not bought into the commercial idealism of Valentine’s Day. (NOT) I love the commercialism of the day. I love all the boxes of candy and/or stuff; the teddy bears; the cards; the balloons. I love it all. In the States, I went out and bought (hopeful) Valentine’s lingerie (one day I will open a museum!).
I went out for coffee with my future-husband-and-father-of-my-children last night. (Happy sigh and lots of smiling.) We are in that phase where you talk and talk and talk and don’t get tired. FH&FoMC heard my dog barking while we were on the phone and actually said (before I told him about her), "Oh, you have a dog. What kind of a dog? I love dogs!" Yippeee! God was listening.
Bunny also came by and brought me some flowers and a pretty gift. Yes, I am still mad at him, but damn if it didn’t help! Perhaps that is shallow, but whatever.
I went to see Naz exhibit his work at Bayt Lothan last night. I love that place. It is full of creative people and creative energy. For those interested in bettering Kuwait, the Lothan Youth Achievements Center (LOYAC) is housed in Bayt Lothan. Website: http://www.loyac.org/ It provides an opportunity for young Kuwaitis to get internships at local businesses before entering universities. Most often in Kuwait, students never have the opportunity to get work experience; instead they study until they earn their degrees and then work (which is a shame because they miss out on so much). The LOYAC students must also be involved in voluntary community service including work with the elderly or ill; traffic and AIDS awareness; and the arts. I think it is an amazing program.
Anyways, happy Valentine’s Day everybody and I hope that someone in your life tells you how much you mean to them today.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Awesome Long Weekend - Happy Hijrah New Year
Thank God – my weekend didn’t suck. On the contrary, it was great.
I got to hang out with MuslimArtist et al. MArtist is a bolt of energy and she wears me out. I get tired. I have to stop and rest. Perhaps it is my lingering chest infucktion. I don’t know. She is just a flurry of activity; a whirlwind.
Wednesday night I can’t remember what the hell I did. I think I stayed home.
Thursday morning, I went to look at a used Pajero because my damn Discovery needs a trani overhaul and I was thinking of just dumping it. The Pajero was a cute, black 2-door, but it needed too much work and the monthly payment was way too high for a used 2002. I was under the distinct impression that the Lebanese finance dudes were trying to rip me off. I turned up my nose at them. (I spit on your haircut!)
MArtist and I went to Sakura for sushi (yummmmmm) lunch with my discount card (50% off for 2 ppl – yippee again – so I can eat even more sushi). Then we went downstairs to the Fauchon café where they have the very best kick-ass hot chocolate in Kuwait. I saw a lot of my friends from work there who had been attending a course.
Thursday night, I went to my friend’s house in Salwa for his wife’s birthday party with a few mo'mericans and their friends. A Kuwaiti man (The Moose) that I have had a crush on for like forever was supposed to show up, but didn’t and I was most disappointed. (heavy sigh). We did some business together last year and then had a disagreement and we are both too stubborn to call. Why should I call first – I’m female??? Last year, he sent me 6 bouquets of roses at work. I'm wondering what tomorrow will bring. I LOVE VALENTINE'S DAY!!!
Friday, we met up at Jeans Grill for lunch at Souq Sharq. I met my future-Husband-and-father-of-my-children, who was sitting at the next table with his brothers and uncles. I’m totally smitten and we have been talking on the phone ever since for hours at a time. I can’t get him out of my mind.
We met up with CineDude at Costa in Marina Crescent where we saw some biker dudes. Mediagirl thinks they are all The Don, so she keeps shouting, “Don! Don! Is that you?” which totally cracks me up. I have consistently referred her to mushtashfa majaneen to seek help. I think someday the REAL Chopper Dude will actually turn around and converse with her, at which point, she will have a heart attack and perish.
We ended up going to the airport (after much drama from a little local car rental agency, those little bastards) and picking up a 4-wheel-drive-uphill-in-reverse Camry from the airport (my other car only seats 2 comfortably). The service we received from Hertz was excellent by the way. They were so friendly and nice.
We headed to Pushyman’s party villa before driving down to a “barbecue” in the desert across from B’naider.
The barbecue turned into an all-night party which was awesome because I ran into a lot of friends that I haven’t seen in a really long time: Sulaiman, Bu Ali, Mishal, Dalal – the whole gang. I never see Sulaiman and Bu Ali out of the sea, so they didn’t recognize me right away with clothes on (I usually only have a bathing suit on at Kubbar)! I think that D (CineDude) and Mediagirl really had a good time. I kept looking over and they were smiling. CineDude immediately started dancing like a Kuwaiti - and very well - which was quite a nice surprise. Thank God, there were only a few hoochies there. This one girl had her g-string so far out of her pants and was so drunk that I was dying to run over and give her an even-worse wedgie. CineDude and MArtist seemed to have a really good time. MArtist met her soul mate (not) – some guy who wouldn’t leave her alone for the rest of the night but seemed to be “nice”. AB (see post of January 29) showed up – very late – and proceeded to give me the cold shoulder. Damn, but he’s good looking. It is a shame. All he wanted to do was talk business. How droll. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz BO-RING!!!! What a stud-dud. The camp had the BEST saj sandwiches and arayes in the whole world (doesn’t everything taste better in the desert?) It was a nice camp (excellent clean and pretty bathrooms!) and we had lots of fun. Unfortunately, Abdullah Ruwaished was singing at another camp and at about 1:00, everybody left to go there. We stayed. [I didn’t want to go because I thought Abdullah might remember me from his concert in DC when I threw my panties on stage (just kidding). I like my panties too much to throw them at any guy.]
On the way out, MArtist’s “soul mate” led us out to the road. He was drunk (I didn’t drink because I’m still on meds, but those Bacardi Breezers looked totally yummifying). We followed him (like sheep to the slaughter) into the wetlands where everybody always gets stuck. I tried to tell the guy that he was going the wrong way. We turned and got onto the highway. When we looked across, we saw a car like his going in circles in the desert and had a good laugh on his account. Poor guy – I think one of the hoochies stole his mobile phone. That’s what they do – steal mobile phones and then sell them. All the hoochies always have the latest mobile phones.
Saturday “morning” (12), we met up with yet more people (more Americans) at Biella at Marina Crescent for lunch. I like that restaurant – it is bright and sunny, overlooking the boats at the marina and the Gulf beyond - and reminds me of being back in the States. I only wish that I could have had a nice glass of red wine with my pizza. Anyhow, everyone had a great time and many laughs and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
You know, life here is really really good if you have good friends. I’m at the point in my life here that I can connect people and they can go on to establish and build friendships. That always makes me feel good; seeing other people so happy. Thank you, God, for such a happy weekend.
I got to hang out with MuslimArtist et al. MArtist is a bolt of energy and she wears me out. I get tired. I have to stop and rest. Perhaps it is my lingering chest infucktion. I don’t know. She is just a flurry of activity; a whirlwind.
Wednesday night I can’t remember what the hell I did. I think I stayed home.
Thursday morning, I went to look at a used Pajero because my damn Discovery needs a trani overhaul and I was thinking of just dumping it. The Pajero was a cute, black 2-door, but it needed too much work and the monthly payment was way too high for a used 2002. I was under the distinct impression that the Lebanese finance dudes were trying to rip me off. I turned up my nose at them. (I spit on your haircut!)
MArtist and I went to Sakura for sushi (yummmmmm) lunch with my discount card (50% off for 2 ppl – yippee again – so I can eat even more sushi). Then we went downstairs to the Fauchon café where they have the very best kick-ass hot chocolate in Kuwait. I saw a lot of my friends from work there who had been attending a course.
Thursday night, I went to my friend’s house in Salwa for his wife’s birthday party with a few mo'mericans and their friends. A Kuwaiti man (The Moose) that I have had a crush on for like forever was supposed to show up, but didn’t and I was most disappointed. (heavy sigh). We did some business together last year and then had a disagreement and we are both too stubborn to call. Why should I call first – I’m female??? Last year, he sent me 6 bouquets of roses at work. I'm wondering what tomorrow will bring. I LOVE VALENTINE'S DAY!!!
Friday, we met up at Jeans Grill for lunch at Souq Sharq. I met my future-Husband-and-father-of-my-children, who was sitting at the next table with his brothers and uncles. I’m totally smitten and we have been talking on the phone ever since for hours at a time. I can’t get him out of my mind.
We met up with CineDude at Costa in Marina Crescent where we saw some biker dudes. Mediagirl thinks they are all The Don, so she keeps shouting, “Don! Don! Is that you?” which totally cracks me up. I have consistently referred her to mushtashfa majaneen to seek help. I think someday the REAL Chopper Dude will actually turn around and converse with her, at which point, she will have a heart attack and perish.
We ended up going to the airport (after much drama from a little local car rental agency, those little bastards) and picking up a 4-wheel-drive-uphill-in-reverse Camry from the airport (my other car only seats 2 comfortably). The service we received from Hertz was excellent by the way. They were so friendly and nice.
We headed to Pushyman’s party villa before driving down to a “barbecue” in the desert across from B’naider.
The barbecue turned into an all-night party which was awesome because I ran into a lot of friends that I haven’t seen in a really long time: Sulaiman, Bu Ali, Mishal, Dalal – the whole gang. I never see Sulaiman and Bu Ali out of the sea, so they didn’t recognize me right away with clothes on (I usually only have a bathing suit on at Kubbar)! I think that D (CineDude) and Mediagirl really had a good time. I kept looking over and they were smiling. CineDude immediately started dancing like a Kuwaiti - and very well - which was quite a nice surprise. Thank God, there were only a few hoochies there. This one girl had her g-string so far out of her pants and was so drunk that I was dying to run over and give her an even-worse wedgie. CineDude and MArtist seemed to have a really good time. MArtist met her soul mate (not) – some guy who wouldn’t leave her alone for the rest of the night but seemed to be “nice”. AB (see post of January 29) showed up – very late – and proceeded to give me the cold shoulder. Damn, but he’s good looking. It is a shame. All he wanted to do was talk business. How droll. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz BO-RING!!!! What a stud-dud. The camp had the BEST saj sandwiches and arayes in the whole world (doesn’t everything taste better in the desert?) It was a nice camp (excellent clean and pretty bathrooms!) and we had lots of fun. Unfortunately, Abdullah Ruwaished was singing at another camp and at about 1:00, everybody left to go there. We stayed. [I didn’t want to go because I thought Abdullah might remember me from his concert in DC when I threw my panties on stage (just kidding). I like my panties too much to throw them at any guy.]
On the way out, MArtist’s “soul mate” led us out to the road. He was drunk (I didn’t drink because I’m still on meds, but those Bacardi Breezers looked totally yummifying). We followed him (like sheep to the slaughter) into the wetlands where everybody always gets stuck. I tried to tell the guy that he was going the wrong way. We turned and got onto the highway. When we looked across, we saw a car like his going in circles in the desert and had a good laugh on his account. Poor guy – I think one of the hoochies stole his mobile phone. That’s what they do – steal mobile phones and then sell them. All the hoochies always have the latest mobile phones.
Saturday “morning” (12), we met up with yet more people (more Americans) at Biella at Marina Crescent for lunch. I like that restaurant – it is bright and sunny, overlooking the boats at the marina and the Gulf beyond - and reminds me of being back in the States. I only wish that I could have had a nice glass of red wine with my pizza. Anyhow, everyone had a great time and many laughs and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
You know, life here is really really good if you have good friends. I’m at the point in my life here that I can connect people and they can go on to establish and build friendships. That always makes me feel good; seeing other people so happy. Thank you, God, for such a happy weekend.
In Memory of Shamlan
I have to write about Shamlan because today is the day that I heard that he had passed away in Dubai.
- Shamlan had the most soulful eyes I've ever seen. It was like he could see right into me and know me with a stare.
- He had the best laugh I've ever heard; There was something humbling about it - I don't really know how to explain it, but his laugh was deep and rich.
- He cared deeply about his family and often talked about his 2 younger sisters, "the monkeys"
- He liked small sports cars.
- He liked playing soccer with the guys.
- He had deep political beliefs that were controversial and got him in trouble (may have gotten him killed).
- He loved the sea and diving.
- He liked jazz.
- He liked Chivas Regal
- I felt like I didn't have to say a word when I was around him.
- He didn't love me as much as I loved him. I hope he knew how much he was loved.
- I didn't get to spend enough time with him while he was on Earth. Now that he's gone, he talks to me through dreams. As he told me the night before I found out he was gone, "The days I spent with you were the happiest days of my life."
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Year of the Rooster
First, let me toast you all with a shot of tequila in celebration of the Chinese New Year, the Year of the Rooster (also known as "cock"). Yes, the Year of the Cock - and what a happy year to celebrate. For those who don't drink, let me say, go get yourself some cock.... tail juice. Yum -cock....tail juice and tequila. I'm celebrating. Jose Cuervo and cornflakes all the way, bay-bee. Maybe I'll go rub a Budda's belly for good luck. Maybe I'll just find some rice-fed fat boy and rub his belly and call it good luck. What are your thoughts?
Hey - what do you think of the men around here who look like they are pregnant with twins at 9 months? Do you think that is machboos in there?
I was born in the Year of the Snake. My Chinese horoscope for this year states:
Suave and sophisticated, you'll slip confidently into the year of the Rooster, knowing that good things lie ahead. In fact, after the occasional setback at the beginning, this soon starts shaping up as an extremely satisfying time in almost every respect -- with the possible exception of money. In the workplace, past efforts and experience are recognized, and you could even be lured away to pastures new -- just be patient and you'll get your reward, especially if you're willing to broaden your skills, expertise and knowledge.
As this is also a time of unexpected and costly outlays, avoid risky ventures and keep a careful eye on spending. In your personal life, devote time to your interests and enjoy your lively and harmonious domestic circumstances to the full. Although your social life may suffer, even involving a little animosity, the Rooster smiles on romance, and this could be an especially happy time if you're starting out in love.
So, with any luck, I'll fall in love and GET LAID as well as DRUNK!!!! although I probably won't have a lot of money. Ah yes, drunken sexual intercourse outside marriage. What could possibly be better? (No stupid comments please.)
If you want your Chinese Horoscope, write to me and I'll send it to you. amerab@gmail.com.
A friend at work gave me a gift yesterday. He's so adorable: I saw a toy 350Z on his desk and exclaimed, "I waaaant one!" and he gave it to me. Isn't that nice? It didn't work with his Piaget watch, but what the heck. :)
I still have this chest infection. I heard yesterday that a female high school student in Kuwait died of pneumonia and now I want to go check myself into the Mayo clinic and become Bubble Girl. Am I dying? For real? This hurts (and not in a good way). I also heard that this virus thing has spread from Saudi Arabia. More fun from our family to the South. Bio toxins. Greeeeaaaat.
My frickin Discovery has pulled a fast one on me - just when I thought I could do anything to it and it wouldn't die. I don't know what's wrong with The Beast - it got as far as the mechanic and then sputtered and conked-out. I knew it had a transmission problem, but this is something unique. Damn jinnis. I exorcised the jinnis out of the other car (by literally calling someone religious and having several people pray over it and fire up some bkhoor) and it seemed to have worked. Maybe the jinnis got out of the little car and jumped into the big one. I knew I shouldn't have parked them next to each other, damn it!
BTW - just a side note: My other car is called "The Bitch" because she F's me and takes all my money.
The nice thing is that out of tragedy comes (something good - can't remember the phrase): 3 very nice mechanics came out of nowhere and have offered to help. Ana maskeeeeena, can you help? (I say, innocently - as if I have no clue about cars.) Actually, this time, I have no clue what could be wrong; could be the fuel pump; could be the plugs... I just don't know. Those years of auto mechanics training in the States persuaded me of one main thing: I like my finger nails and I don't really want to get them greasy. The good thing is that I do know what the hell they are talking about and I can troubleshoot pretty well. I used to hang out in Shuwaikh a lot, getting my cars fixed, but I got tired of people staring at my (body parts). I think that there should be an auto mechanics course here for beginners. It would be easy to teach and a lot of people would probably be interested.
I don't like the scrap yard here. It is no fun. In the States, the scrap yards are full of full carcasses - in various states of decay, but basically, still in one piece. Here - the parts have been ripped off already and send to different shops (engines in one place, tranis in another, etc.). Whatever happened to good-old-fashioned ripping parts off cars by yourself with your own tools? Damn - that's half the fun. Amghara isn't fun for several other reasons - really icky, scary, bighairymen tops my list. Also because I have to drive to so many damn places to find different parts. It's stupid.
More caffine-induced thoughts: I think that some business-minded American accountant here should open up a tax service. I need help. So do many, many, many of my friends and colleagues. I can't count - how the hell do they expect me to do my own taxes?
3 day weekend - wooooo hoooo!!!!! I hope I have some fun. Of course, if I don't have fun, it will surely suck.
Hey - what do you think of the men around here who look like they are pregnant with twins at 9 months? Do you think that is machboos in there?
I was born in the Year of the Snake. My Chinese horoscope for this year states:
Suave and sophisticated, you'll slip confidently into the year of the Rooster, knowing that good things lie ahead. In fact, after the occasional setback at the beginning, this soon starts shaping up as an extremely satisfying time in almost every respect -- with the possible exception of money. In the workplace, past efforts and experience are recognized, and you could even be lured away to pastures new -- just be patient and you'll get your reward, especially if you're willing to broaden your skills, expertise and knowledge.
As this is also a time of unexpected and costly outlays, avoid risky ventures and keep a careful eye on spending. In your personal life, devote time to your interests and enjoy your lively and harmonious domestic circumstances to the full. Although your social life may suffer, even involving a little animosity, the Rooster smiles on romance, and this could be an especially happy time if you're starting out in love.
So, with any luck, I'll fall in love and GET LAID as well as DRUNK!!!! although I probably won't have a lot of money. Ah yes, drunken sexual intercourse outside marriage. What could possibly be better? (No stupid comments please.)
If you want your Chinese Horoscope, write to me and I'll send it to you. amerab@gmail.com.
A friend at work gave me a gift yesterday. He's so adorable: I saw a toy 350Z on his desk and exclaimed, "I waaaant one!" and he gave it to me. Isn't that nice? It didn't work with his Piaget watch, but what the heck. :)
I still have this chest infection. I heard yesterday that a female high school student in Kuwait died of pneumonia and now I want to go check myself into the Mayo clinic and become Bubble Girl. Am I dying? For real? This hurts (and not in a good way). I also heard that this virus thing has spread from Saudi Arabia. More fun from our family to the South. Bio toxins. Greeeeaaaat.
My frickin Discovery has pulled a fast one on me - just when I thought I could do anything to it and it wouldn't die. I don't know what's wrong with The Beast - it got as far as the mechanic and then sputtered and conked-out. I knew it had a transmission problem, but this is something unique. Damn jinnis. I exorcised the jinnis out of the other car (by literally calling someone religious and having several people pray over it and fire up some bkhoor) and it seemed to have worked. Maybe the jinnis got out of the little car and jumped into the big one. I knew I shouldn't have parked them next to each other, damn it!
BTW - just a side note: My other car is called "The Bitch" because she F's me and takes all my money.
The nice thing is that out of tragedy comes (something good - can't remember the phrase): 3 very nice mechanics came out of nowhere and have offered to help. Ana maskeeeeena, can you help? (I say, innocently - as if I have no clue about cars.) Actually, this time, I have no clue what could be wrong; could be the fuel pump; could be the plugs... I just don't know. Those years of auto mechanics training in the States persuaded me of one main thing: I like my finger nails and I don't really want to get them greasy. The good thing is that I do know what the hell they are talking about and I can troubleshoot pretty well. I used to hang out in Shuwaikh a lot, getting my cars fixed, but I got tired of people staring at my (body parts). I think that there should be an auto mechanics course here for beginners. It would be easy to teach and a lot of people would probably be interested.
I don't like the scrap yard here. It is no fun. In the States, the scrap yards are full of full carcasses - in various states of decay, but basically, still in one piece. Here - the parts have been ripped off already and send to different shops (engines in one place, tranis in another, etc.). Whatever happened to good-old-fashioned ripping parts off cars by yourself with your own tools? Damn - that's half the fun. Amghara isn't fun for several other reasons - really icky, scary, bighairymen tops my list. Also because I have to drive to so many damn places to find different parts. It's stupid.
More caffine-induced thoughts: I think that some business-minded American accountant here should open up a tax service. I need help. So do many, many, many of my friends and colleagues. I can't count - how the hell do they expect me to do my own taxes?
3 day weekend - wooooo hoooo!!!!! I hope I have some fun. Of course, if I don't have fun, it will surely suck.
Barbecue Boy Out!
Press Release
This just in: Barbecue Boy Out!
"As of this morning, Barbecue Boy is officially out of my world." As Desert Girl stated in her press conference (of invisible friends) this afternoon, "I've had enough of Barbecue Boy. It wasn't just that he was callous, obnoxious, and annoying: He chose to tell my best friend, Naz, what was bothering him instead of discussing it with me directly. That is just so juvenile! "
Apparently upset by the sofa comment made by Desert Girl to Barbecue Boy on the issue of her dog (see previous posts), Barbecue Boy told reporters (Naz), "I hate dogs and I tried to play with her dog just to show her that I liked it. I put up with her dog just for her."
Barbecue Boy went on to tell reporters (Naz) several issues that bothered him in relation to the Desert Girl in question; issues that not even she was made aware of until related to her best friend.
Friends of Desert Girl were not immediately available for comment, although Naz summed up the situation stating, "I have to tell you - I saw with my own eyes how pushy he was."
The Desert Girl camp commented with their standard official response, "N E X T!"
- End -
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Back from Death's Door
I was SO sick. I had bronchitis and they gave me the same meds for pneumonia. They also use the antibiotics to treat skin problems (not that I really have any) and damn if my face doesn't look good! After 4 days of fever and coughing up stuff, I'm finally back at work and feeling better.
So, ya missed me, eh Don? :)
BB has been nice as of late, although he was driving me crazy with stupid questions. I'm hot/sweaty/sick and he kept asking, "What's wrong?" (clingy girlfriend). Hel-looooo, I'm DYING! I think I may have overly-insulted him yesterday (actually, I did not!). I told him that if I were one of his sisters, I would probalby be laying on the sofa shouting, "Whey! Whey! Whayn al khadamaaaaa! Jeebli my!" - but I don't get SQUAT - not even a healthy amount of sympathy.
I got no flowers, no chicken soup, no one who would go to the store and buy me orange juice. Oh, the neglect! Okay, realistically, none of my friends own cars right now (Mediagirl - you are off the hook because you no car and just got here!). I'm talking mainly about Bunny and Barbecue types. That is just pathetic.
Bunny - I am just about over that damn rabbit. We have been friends for 3 years, but he is pissing me off beyond all recognition. You expect people to remember you when you are sick - especially people who are close to you (or who pretend to be in this case). He couldn't even be bothered to call me for the past 3 days! Even my own mother asked me if he was coming to look after me. Our mutual friends can't believe it. Why the disappearing act when I need him the most? Looking back, he hasn't been there at times when I really have needed him. Why is that? Now he is back to old tricks - sending me SMS's in some jeuvenile attempt to make himself feel better. Get to hoppin!
I've decided to zap all comments in reference to religion and politics from my blog. My blog - my powers of zap-dom. Especially when it comes to 20-something fanatics who have read 2.4 books and believe they know it all. I don't give a rat's furry azz what you think I should do or believe, so there. ZAP ZAP!
Anybody know where the camel races are? Are they on the road to Kabd?
So, ya missed me, eh Don? :)
BB has been nice as of late, although he was driving me crazy with stupid questions. I'm hot/sweaty/sick and he kept asking, "What's wrong?" (clingy girlfriend). Hel-looooo, I'm DYING! I think I may have overly-insulted him yesterday (actually, I did not!). I told him that if I were one of his sisters, I would probalby be laying on the sofa shouting, "Whey! Whey! Whayn al khadamaaaaa! Jeebli my!" - but I don't get SQUAT - not even a healthy amount of sympathy.
I got no flowers, no chicken soup, no one who would go to the store and buy me orange juice. Oh, the neglect! Okay, realistically, none of my friends own cars right now (Mediagirl - you are off the hook because you no car and just got here!). I'm talking mainly about Bunny and Barbecue types. That is just pathetic.
Bunny - I am just about over that damn rabbit. We have been friends for 3 years, but he is pissing me off beyond all recognition. You expect people to remember you when you are sick - especially people who are close to you (or who pretend to be in this case). He couldn't even be bothered to call me for the past 3 days! Even my own mother asked me if he was coming to look after me. Our mutual friends can't believe it. Why the disappearing act when I need him the most? Looking back, he hasn't been there at times when I really have needed him. Why is that? Now he is back to old tricks - sending me SMS's in some jeuvenile attempt to make himself feel better. Get to hoppin!
I've decided to zap all comments in reference to religion and politics from my blog. My blog - my powers of zap-dom. Especially when it comes to 20-something fanatics who have read 2.4 books and believe they know it all. I don't give a rat's furry azz what you think I should do or believe, so there. ZAP ZAP!
Anybody know where the camel races are? Are they on the road to Kabd?
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Free Kuwait - Again, and Again and Again...
Kuwait is FINALLY free after approximately 25 years: taking into consideration the Iran/Iraq war and threats from all that; followed by the 1st Gulf War, then the Liberation of Iraq - threats from Saddam. Now that freedom is finally here, the economy is really getting back on track, and things are good for the general population, INTERNAL forces are threatening the peace. How sad is that?
Teach your kids. These are young guys. They've probably been brainwashed into believing that violence against innocent people as political targets will help their cause. It won't. It will only sicken good people with real religion. Kuwait is so small and everyone is related. If an act of terrorism does occur on Kuwaiti soil, most likely Kuwaitis will be hurt along with any westerners that may/may not be targeted. Kuwaiti extended families will be affected/injured as everyone is related to everyone here. Will this help accomplish anything? Violence only begets violence.
What I've been hearing from Kuwaiti friends for the past few days is that they are scared to go out to malls and restaurants. The Westerners, obviously, are staying close to home. It is a shame that the entire society has to suffer because of some nut cases. I'm glad that the MOI is using "zero tolerance". I'm sorry that innocent civilians are suffering, however.
My tonsillitis and medication is making me reflect on recent events. I'm sleepy and cranky, but DAMN - my voice sounds sexy! It is kind of like wearing stiletto heels - they hurt like hell, but DAMN they look good!
Barbecue Boy stopped by yesterday. He can't understand that I am SICK. "What's wrong with you?" Hellooooooo, I'm SICK. He really does have a good heart, when he's not insulting me and/or getting on my last nerve. I'm sure he would make the right woman very happy. I just happen to be the wrong woman. I have tried everything to discourage his affections: disgusting noises and/or conversation; letting him meet my friends and having them mess with him; making him do stuff for me that no normal man would do. He's passing all the tests that I would usually give a guy that I really care about. I think that if I'm bitchy enough and the guy is still around at the end of the testing period, then he's worthy. However, BB is passing all the tests and he is still on my nerves and there is no chemistry. All that clingy-ness is just a turn off. I mean, he left, then came back and knocked on the door TWICE to mention things he forgot/continue the conversation. I was so tired - I just wanted him out, so I could get some sleep.
Funny SMS:
I'm so mad at Bunny that I am almost boycotting blog comments in reference to him. He has disappeared from the scene almost completely. He still hasn't made up for dissin' me on Christmas. We haven't even been out to dinner. I still haven't received my FRICKIN THOUGHTFUL Christmas and/or Eid gift(s). Naz' grandmother died the day-before-yesterday and Bunny didn't even send him a message to offer his condolences. We are all supposed to be friends. That is like SO ayeb! I'm beginning to think he is just a selfish jack-rabbit instead of a happy-go-lucky Bunny. Silly rabbit....
When is George Clooney going to realize that I'M the one and get his butt on a plane to Kuwait???
February 1: The countdown to my pathetic Valentine's Day begins....
February 13th - I discovered that the love of my life, Shamlan, died in Dubai.
February 13th - I got into a huge car accident on the Gulf Road 2 years ago.
I don't LIKE February 13th.
Now, February 14th, Valentine's Day, I like VERY much - if it is done properly, of course. If it isn't, it will surely suck.
Teach your kids. These are young guys. They've probably been brainwashed into believing that violence against innocent people as political targets will help their cause. It won't. It will only sicken good people with real religion. Kuwait is so small and everyone is related. If an act of terrorism does occur on Kuwaiti soil, most likely Kuwaitis will be hurt along with any westerners that may/may not be targeted. Kuwaiti extended families will be affected/injured as everyone is related to everyone here. Will this help accomplish anything? Violence only begets violence.
What I've been hearing from Kuwaiti friends for the past few days is that they are scared to go out to malls and restaurants. The Westerners, obviously, are staying close to home. It is a shame that the entire society has to suffer because of some nut cases. I'm glad that the MOI is using "zero tolerance". I'm sorry that innocent civilians are suffering, however.
My tonsillitis and medication is making me reflect on recent events. I'm sleepy and cranky, but DAMN - my voice sounds sexy! It is kind of like wearing stiletto heels - they hurt like hell, but DAMN they look good!
Barbecue Boy stopped by yesterday. He can't understand that I am SICK. "What's wrong with you?" Hellooooooo, I'm SICK. He really does have a good heart, when he's not insulting me and/or getting on my last nerve. I'm sure he would make the right woman very happy. I just happen to be the wrong woman. I have tried everything to discourage his affections: disgusting noises and/or conversation; letting him meet my friends and having them mess with him; making him do stuff for me that no normal man would do. He's passing all the tests that I would usually give a guy that I really care about. I think that if I'm bitchy enough and the guy is still around at the end of the testing period, then he's worthy. However, BB is passing all the tests and he is still on my nerves and there is no chemistry. All that clingy-ness is just a turn off. I mean, he left, then came back and knocked on the door TWICE to mention things he forgot/continue the conversation. I was so tired - I just wanted him out, so I could get some sleep.
Funny SMS:
***NEWSFLASH***
The police are on the lookout for someone described
as gorgeous, sexy, intelligent, funny and amazing in bed.
You're safe, but where the F am I going to hide?
I'm so mad at Bunny that I am almost boycotting blog comments in reference to him. He has disappeared from the scene almost completely. He still hasn't made up for dissin' me on Christmas. We haven't even been out to dinner. I still haven't received my FRICKIN THOUGHTFUL Christmas and/or Eid gift(s). Naz' grandmother died the day-before-yesterday and Bunny didn't even send him a message to offer his condolences. We are all supposed to be friends. That is like SO ayeb! I'm beginning to think he is just a selfish jack-rabbit instead of a happy-go-lucky Bunny. Silly rabbit....
When is George Clooney going to realize that I'M the one and get his butt on a plane to Kuwait???
February 1: The countdown to my pathetic Valentine's Day begins....
February 13th - I discovered that the love of my life, Shamlan, died in Dubai.
February 13th - I got into a huge car accident on the Gulf Road 2 years ago.
I don't LIKE February 13th.
Now, February 14th, Valentine's Day, I like VERY much - if it is done properly, of course. If it isn't, it will surely suck.
Close to Home
My friend, Nita, was an eyewitness to the shootings. The Arab Times wrote about her on page 15 today. BTW, kudos, Arab Times - you guys got some wonderful pictures and stories. You go, Yawar. Now, if you only paid your writers/editors more money....
I called my friend, Hamani, this morning because I know he rents out furnished apartments in the building that was shot up yesterday. He said that 3 of his apartments were damaged by security guys breaking down doors and shooting out windows. Says I can get a discount on an apartment if I want one and that now - the security is much better. As if.
Today, they are shooting up Mubarak Al Kabeer.
It would be nice if the innocent families in the area had the opportunity to like - get out; especially the kids. I know that it is supposed to surprise the bad guys, but evactuation is always an option.
Well, they are for sure getting the bad guys (refer to Dead Guy picture on the front page of the Arab Times today).
I was probably all fired up yesterday because I was getting sick (and didn't know it). My frickin tonsilitus is back again today. Bummer. Oh well - maybe I'll lose weight. I don't feel good. I want my mommy.
I called my friend, Hamani, this morning because I know he rents out furnished apartments in the building that was shot up yesterday. He said that 3 of his apartments were damaged by security guys breaking down doors and shooting out windows. Says I can get a discount on an apartment if I want one and that now - the security is much better. As if.
Today, they are shooting up Mubarak Al Kabeer.
It would be nice if the innocent families in the area had the opportunity to like - get out; especially the kids. I know that it is supposed to surprise the bad guys, but evactuation is always an option.
Well, they are for sure getting the bad guys (refer to Dead Guy picture on the front page of the Arab Times today).
I was probably all fired up yesterday because I was getting sick (and didn't know it). My frickin tonsilitus is back again today. Bummer. Oh well - maybe I'll lose weight. I don't feel good. I want my mommy.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Sheel ow Meshi
For those of you (Pinksuedeshoes) who NEED to know where to get a (now-famous) sheel ow Meshi sandweech, the restaurant is called "Steak Jad", behind Platinum gym, 1 street back from Shar al Mataaem. Phone 5719955. All they serve is sandwiches - they won't even give you pickles. Sheel ow Meshi is like a shawarma, but it is lamb with their special kind of barbecue sauce. It comes with somekinda cheese in it - perhaps puck. Totally yummy. I'm addicted.
All Fired Up
I got all fired up this morning about someone who was under the assumption that I am a "typical" westerner. First, and foremost, I don't believe that anyone is typical; God made us all individuals for a reason. Second, I don't like prejudice of any kind. You can't judge anyone without knowing them and to know them - knowing people takes time.
I'm not bored because of Kuwait or because of Kuwaitis. I love Kuwait and thankfully, I find something new every day (you can do that anywhere, by the way - it all depends on your perspective and where you look). I was bored because it was Saturday - similar to a Monday in the States; the beginning of the work week where you just don't feel motivated. But hey - again - that could be the same circumstance anywhere in any country on any continent.
It is okay to call me typical. I have more Kuwaiti friends (and have had most of my life) than Western ones. I worked during the Gulf War to help Kuwaitis - even when the Kuwaiti embassy closed at 5 pm and my diplomat friends who worked there went to bars. I don't believe that they were typical either - it just was what it was. I am still reminding my young Kuwaiti friends of what happened during 90 and 91 because many don't remember. I do. To me, it was like it happened last year.
As far as reading books and going to the cinema - I do when I want to. That's my business. I try not to post negative comments on anyone else's blog because life is already full of negativity. Live and let live.
Okay, with all that out of the way, my friends, NT and Sio, called me at around 9:45 this morning - reminding me that life is too short to worry about trivial matters. They both live right off Shaar Al Mataaem where the shootout took place this morning (9:30 - 10:00). NT called me with the sounds of grenades and gunfire going off behind her; not just once, but for an entire 30 minutes. It sounded like a war zone. Sio was walking down the street between Blaajat and Restaurants Street. I don't know what's wrong with that girl! I told her to duck in anywhere. She must have been the only stupid Westerner on the street!
I really wanted a Sheel ow Meshi sandwich today, but I guess that is out of the question right now. I hope those guys are okay.
For as much as we complain about the police here, I've got to hand it to them: They are stopping a lot of violence before it occurs. The bad guys probably would have launched attacks in crowded areas in Kuwait. My prayers go out to the families of the policeman and the Bahraini who were caught in the crossfire.
I'm not bored because of Kuwait or because of Kuwaitis. I love Kuwait and thankfully, I find something new every day (you can do that anywhere, by the way - it all depends on your perspective and where you look). I was bored because it was Saturday - similar to a Monday in the States; the beginning of the work week where you just don't feel motivated. But hey - again - that could be the same circumstance anywhere in any country on any continent.
It is okay to call me typical. I have more Kuwaiti friends (and have had most of my life) than Western ones. I worked during the Gulf War to help Kuwaitis - even when the Kuwaiti embassy closed at 5 pm and my diplomat friends who worked there went to bars. I don't believe that they were typical either - it just was what it was. I am still reminding my young Kuwaiti friends of what happened during 90 and 91 because many don't remember. I do. To me, it was like it happened last year.
As far as reading books and going to the cinema - I do when I want to. That's my business. I try not to post negative comments on anyone else's blog because life is already full of negativity. Live and let live.
Okay, with all that out of the way, my friends, NT and Sio, called me at around 9:45 this morning - reminding me that life is too short to worry about trivial matters. They both live right off Shaar Al Mataaem where the shootout took place this morning (9:30 - 10:00). NT called me with the sounds of grenades and gunfire going off behind her; not just once, but for an entire 30 minutes. It sounded like a war zone. Sio was walking down the street between Blaajat and Restaurants Street. I don't know what's wrong with that girl! I told her to duck in anywhere. She must have been the only stupid Westerner on the street!
I really wanted a Sheel ow Meshi sandwich today, but I guess that is out of the question right now. I hope those guys are okay.
For as much as we complain about the police here, I've got to hand it to them: They are stopping a lot of violence before it occurs. The bad guys probably would have launched attacks in crowded areas in Kuwait. My prayers go out to the families of the policeman and the Bahraini who were caught in the crossfire.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
I hate Saturdays Here
Monday/Saturday/Monday - whatever. Same sh&*! I'm sleepy. I'm bored. I'm REALLY unmotivated.
I had a fun weekend thanks to new friends. As usual (Dr. Phil!!!) my weekend centered around food.
Okay, Wednesday night, the dinner that AB invited me to wasn't private OR romantic - It was me and 6 men. Under normal circumstances, I would think that is fair, but I didn't expect it! I thought me, AB, some boring business conversation followed by flirting over a romantic meal. What I GOT was 2 German guys, 2 of AB's Kuwaiti associates, Pushyman, and a bunch of hoochies in niqab and tonnes of make-up staring at the 6 guys the entire time! The only flirting I got was when I accidentally stepped on AB's foot (very big I might add) under the table. I even wore a SKIRT. I NEVER wear skirts! BBBBBOOOOORING!!!
My Wednesday night discovery is Richoux in Araya mall!!! DAMN - there are some good looking men in there and I will definately go back when I'm not with 6 men; although they were good for bait.
Pushyman is AB's mandoub, I discovered. HA. Poser.
Thursday morning, I woke up early to go to breakfast with Naz at The One. We like it there. Good poached eggs. The One is also having a huge sale and although I need Nothing, I bought Everything.
Then, I met up with Mediagirl who is totally nice and I really really like her and - Girl, welcome to Kuwait! It WILL get better. I promise. Stop crying.
We went to Wasabi for lunch (Ellie is yummy) and then we went shopping and bought More Crap I Don't Need: I did get a nice sweatshirt marked down from 46 kd to 11 kd. Can you believe that? They wanted to charge 46 kd for a sweat shirt that would cost max $20 in the States. Hala February is full of "bargains" like that: Items that are marked up to be marked down.
Why doesn't anyone open Target here? I love Target. When I get off the plane from Kuwait, after seeing my family, I head to Target.
Friday I had to get up early to go to breakfast with a business associate (more food at Johnny Rockets). Did you know that J Rockets serves breakfast now between 7 and 12 at Marina Crescent? I don't think most Westerners have figured that out yet.
Then, more shopping, then to the Balls of Kuwait (there are 3 because Kuwait has more testosterone) - the Kuwait Towers - for coffee in the evening.
Barbecue Boy is VERY upset that I am spending so much time with my friends and not with him. He only called me once yesterday, "Either I come to you right now, or I go to the chalet. Which one?" I'm like, "Damn - go to the chalet. I'm with my girlfriends." BB: "What is WRONG with you these past 2 days?" Me: (Well, duuuuuh) I am hanging with my friends. (Isn't it fun to see a man playing the clingy girlfriend for once?)
Bunny totally dissed me this weekend. He was supposed to come over on Wednesday and then forgot (better because I wouldn't have gone out with AB and found out that we were NOT ALONE), but the fact that he forgot upset me. He didn't call me all weekend; supposedly "sick". Silly rabbit, tricks are made for kids.
I miss my family and I really should go back to the US for a while. My 10-year-old nefew chipped a bone in his foot, sliding down a hill and hitting it on a rock. They took him to the doctor and the doctor asked him, "how did you do that?" My nefew: "A rock." Doctor: "Oh my God! They are sending kids your age to Iraq?!"
I had a fun weekend thanks to new friends. As usual (Dr. Phil!!!) my weekend centered around food.
Okay, Wednesday night, the dinner that AB invited me to wasn't private OR romantic - It was me and 6 men. Under normal circumstances, I would think that is fair, but I didn't expect it! I thought me, AB, some boring business conversation followed by flirting over a romantic meal. What I GOT was 2 German guys, 2 of AB's Kuwaiti associates, Pushyman, and a bunch of hoochies in niqab and tonnes of make-up staring at the 6 guys the entire time! The only flirting I got was when I accidentally stepped on AB's foot (very big I might add) under the table. I even wore a SKIRT. I NEVER wear skirts! BBBBBOOOOORING!!!
My Wednesday night discovery is Richoux in Araya mall!!! DAMN - there are some good looking men in there and I will definately go back when I'm not with 6 men; although they were good for bait.
Pushyman is AB's mandoub, I discovered. HA. Poser.
Thursday morning, I woke up early to go to breakfast with Naz at The One. We like it there. Good poached eggs. The One is also having a huge sale and although I need Nothing, I bought Everything.
Then, I met up with Mediagirl who is totally nice and I really really like her and - Girl, welcome to Kuwait! It WILL get better. I promise. Stop crying.
We went to Wasabi for lunch (Ellie is yummy) and then we went shopping and bought More Crap I Don't Need: I did get a nice sweatshirt marked down from 46 kd to 11 kd. Can you believe that? They wanted to charge 46 kd for a sweat shirt that would cost max $20 in the States. Hala February is full of "bargains" like that: Items that are marked up to be marked down.
Why doesn't anyone open Target here? I love Target. When I get off the plane from Kuwait, after seeing my family, I head to Target.
Friday I had to get up early to go to breakfast with a business associate (more food at Johnny Rockets). Did you know that J Rockets serves breakfast now between 7 and 12 at Marina Crescent? I don't think most Westerners have figured that out yet.
Then, more shopping, then to the Balls of Kuwait (there are 3 because Kuwait has more testosterone) - the Kuwait Towers - for coffee in the evening.
Barbecue Boy is VERY upset that I am spending so much time with my friends and not with him. He only called me once yesterday, "Either I come to you right now, or I go to the chalet. Which one?" I'm like, "Damn - go to the chalet. I'm with my girlfriends." BB: "What is WRONG with you these past 2 days?" Me: (Well, duuuuuh) I am hanging with my friends. (Isn't it fun to see a man playing the clingy girlfriend for once?)
Bunny totally dissed me this weekend. He was supposed to come over on Wednesday and then forgot (better because I wouldn't have gone out with AB and found out that we were NOT ALONE), but the fact that he forgot upset me. He didn't call me all weekend; supposedly "sick". Silly rabbit, tricks are made for kids.
I miss my family and I really should go back to the US for a while. My 10-year-old nefew chipped a bone in his foot, sliding down a hill and hitting it on a rock. They took him to the doctor and the doctor asked him, "how did you do that?" My nefew: "A rock." Doctor: "Oh my God! They are sending kids your age to Iraq?!"
Thursday, January 27, 2005
She's Just Not That Into You
There was a guy that I met last year. I’m just not that into him. I went out with him a few times and my God – he is SO pushy. He kept asking me to go to his villa (which he shares rent on with 6 other guys) for parties and, “Bring your clothes, so you can spend the night.” Hel-looooooo! My place is only about 15 minutes away; and even if it was an hour away – what makes him think I’m going to do a sleepover? Duuuuuuh.
Anyhoo, so today, I am stampeding out of work at around lunchtime and BAM! There he is in my face… sitting in our reception area….with an incredibly good looking, tall man. I said hello to Pushyman and he introduced me to “his partner” (which is BS because I know Pushyman works for him). I immediately whip out my… business card and give it to AB (as we shall refer to him; only initials like in the Arab Times). AB starts talking business with me and I forget that Pushyman is even standing there (he walked out to the parking lot for a cigarette). AB ended up asking me to dinner. I’ll be upset if he’s married. I hate that. He probably is because he is Kuwaiti and over 12 years old… unless I get lucky and he’s divorced or she’s dead or whatever (that was mean – going to Hell). I hope “dinner” doesn’t mean “tamesha” or Shar al Mataaem.
I wonder if Pushyman understands that I’m Just Not That Into Him. I missed Oprah (damn work!) yesterday when the guy from Sex In The City who coined that phrase was on. Pushyman is nice in his own way. I could explain some reasons why I’m not into him… Oh, what the Hell, I will. He lied to me twice as soon as I met him (like I’m not going to find out. Like I’m a stupid ajnabeeya! As if!) Then he asked me to dinner which turned out to be a 300 fil cup of coffee at an outdoor café: I made such a big deal out of it that he was forced to take me to a nice restaurant and then he stiffed the Very Nice Waiter from South Africa out of a tip, forcing me to sneak back and give him a nicer tip. Ick! I hate stupid and cheap. THEN he tells me about his haileg x-wife and asks me how I would feel about getting married – soon – and how do I like babies (ew, ew, ew! Bile!). I just didn’t call him again and didn’t answer his 4 million phone calls inviting me to parties with a bunch of cheap hoochies (he made it sound SO exciting! I shall repeat – AS IF!).
Bunny is still MIA. L (sadness)
Barbecue Boy is bored and wants to spend time with me (probably around sheesha). He has sheesha-cough. I told him he should start drinking alcohol and quit the sheesha because it would be way more healthy for him (especially red wine). Every time I talk to him, it sounds like he is going to hack up a lung. Guys – that is just not sexy. He took his family to the desert and had his mother, sister, and a few more relatives in the car when I called to sing him the Diarrhea Song. (He is easily grossed out.) It was even more hysterical when the only reaction I got was a silent pause, followed by, “I’m with my mother right now. Can I call you back?” I was in the car with Naz – both of us laughing our asses off (yeah – that’s a lot of ass!).
If anyone would like the lyrics to the Diarrhea Song, please post a comment and I will be happy to comply. Maybe to reciprocate, you could give me the full lyrics to “Bel Belli, Bel Bool,” because I only know that phrase and “Belli”.
I went to the fabric souq last night and about a million icky cigarette-smoking men wearing clothes purchased at the Friday Market stared at my butt. The friend that I took down there for the first time seemed to enjoy it. I, once again, bought a whole lot of crap that I don’t really need. Indian Heritage is having a sale for Hala Hala. I got home around 10 and at one of the humungous hot dogs I had left (fresh pack). Size does matter. Not a very nutritious dinner, but okay.
My right arm hurts from mousing. I got tennis elbow 2 years go from clicking the mouse too much. I told all my friends and co-workers that I have tennis elbow (so that they would think that I'm athletic). I had to go for physio-therapy. They stuck electrodes on me and it almost made me puke, so I stopped. I have a high electromagnetic field. Go figure.
Anyhoo, so today, I am stampeding out of work at around lunchtime and BAM! There he is in my face… sitting in our reception area….with an incredibly good looking, tall man. I said hello to Pushyman and he introduced me to “his partner” (which is BS because I know Pushyman works for him). I immediately whip out my… business card and give it to AB (as we shall refer to him; only initials like in the Arab Times). AB starts talking business with me and I forget that Pushyman is even standing there (he walked out to the parking lot for a cigarette). AB ended up asking me to dinner. I’ll be upset if he’s married. I hate that. He probably is because he is Kuwaiti and over 12 years old… unless I get lucky and he’s divorced or she’s dead or whatever (that was mean – going to Hell). I hope “dinner” doesn’t mean “tamesha” or Shar al Mataaem.
I wonder if Pushyman understands that I’m Just Not That Into Him. I missed Oprah (damn work!) yesterday when the guy from Sex In The City who coined that phrase was on. Pushyman is nice in his own way. I could explain some reasons why I’m not into him… Oh, what the Hell, I will. He lied to me twice as soon as I met him (like I’m not going to find out. Like I’m a stupid ajnabeeya! As if!) Then he asked me to dinner which turned out to be a 300 fil cup of coffee at an outdoor café: I made such a big deal out of it that he was forced to take me to a nice restaurant and then he stiffed the Very Nice Waiter from South Africa out of a tip, forcing me to sneak back and give him a nicer tip. Ick! I hate stupid and cheap. THEN he tells me about his haileg x-wife and asks me how I would feel about getting married – soon – and how do I like babies (ew, ew, ew! Bile!). I just didn’t call him again and didn’t answer his 4 million phone calls inviting me to parties with a bunch of cheap hoochies (he made it sound SO exciting! I shall repeat – AS IF!).
Bunny is still MIA. L (sadness)
Barbecue Boy is bored and wants to spend time with me (probably around sheesha). He has sheesha-cough. I told him he should start drinking alcohol and quit the sheesha because it would be way more healthy for him (especially red wine). Every time I talk to him, it sounds like he is going to hack up a lung. Guys – that is just not sexy. He took his family to the desert and had his mother, sister, and a few more relatives in the car when I called to sing him the Diarrhea Song. (He is easily grossed out.) It was even more hysterical when the only reaction I got was a silent pause, followed by, “I’m with my mother right now. Can I call you back?” I was in the car with Naz – both of us laughing our asses off (yeah – that’s a lot of ass!).
If anyone would like the lyrics to the Diarrhea Song, please post a comment and I will be happy to comply. Maybe to reciprocate, you could give me the full lyrics to “Bel Belli, Bel Bool,” because I only know that phrase and “Belli”.
I went to the fabric souq last night and about a million icky cigarette-smoking men wearing clothes purchased at the Friday Market stared at my butt. The friend that I took down there for the first time seemed to enjoy it. I, once again, bought a whole lot of crap that I don’t really need. Indian Heritage is having a sale for Hala Hala. I got home around 10 and at one of the humungous hot dogs I had left (fresh pack). Size does matter. Not a very nutritious dinner, but okay.
My right arm hurts from mousing. I got tennis elbow 2 years go from clicking the mouse too much. I told all my friends and co-workers that I have tennis elbow (so that they would think that I'm athletic). I had to go for physio-therapy. They stuck electrodes on me and it almost made me puke, so I stopped. I have a high electromagnetic field. Go figure.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Why is it that men always look at you when you are out with another man?
Ok, so last night I went to the new Indian restaurant (Aisha's?) at Marina Crescent with my buddy, Naz. We are just buddies. I saw like 3 gazillion DAMN good lookin men and they were all looking back and why.... because I was with another man. It is the thrill of the hunt, not the actual capture. I mean, one of them was so handsome that I almost fell off my chair looking at him. It is so sad....
By the way, that restaurant is fantastic: gorgeous atmosphere, friendly/professional servers, wonderful food. I can't believe I didn't get there before.
It is now Hala February in Kuwait. Why it isn't being showcased on CNN and BBC, one will never know. I think they may have gotten rid of the paper mache floats that they had in previous years; many of which (in my opiniion) were put together by patients at the local psychiatric hospital. So the shopping MADNESS has begun. Be ready for the onslaught of shoppers from regions as far away as Khafji...
By the way, that restaurant is fantastic: gorgeous atmosphere, friendly/professional servers, wonderful food. I can't believe I didn't get there before.
It is now Hala February in Kuwait. Why it isn't being showcased on CNN and BBC, one will never know. I think they may have gotten rid of the paper mache floats that they had in previous years; many of which (in my opiniion) were put together by patients at the local psychiatric hospital. So the shopping MADNESS has begun. Be ready for the onslaught of shoppers from regions as far away as Khafji...
Monday, January 24, 2005
Some day....
From Snow White....
Some day my prince will come
Some day we'll meet again
And away to his castle we'll go
To be happy forever I know
Some day when spring is here
We'll find our love anew
And the birds will sing
And wedding bells will ring
Some day when my dreams come true
Some day my prince will come
Some day I'll find my love
And how thrilling that moment will be
When the prince of my dreams comes to me
He'll whisper "I love you"
And steal a kiss or two
Though he's far away
I'll find my love some day
Some day when my dreams come true
Some day I'll find my love
Someone to call my own
And I'll know him the moment we meet
For my heart will start skipping a beat
Some day we'll say and do
Things we've been longing to
Though he's far away
I'll find my love some day
Some day when my dreams come true
Some day my prince will come
Some day we'll meet again
And away to his castle we'll go
To be happy forever I know
Some day when spring is here
We'll find our love anew
And the birds will sing
And wedding bells will ring
Some day when my dreams come true
Some day my prince will come
Some day I'll find my love
And how thrilling that moment will be
When the prince of my dreams comes to me
He'll whisper "I love you"
And steal a kiss or two
Though he's far away
I'll find my love some day
Some day when my dreams come true
Some day I'll find my love
Someone to call my own
And I'll know him the moment we meet
For my heart will start skipping a beat
Some day we'll say and do
Things we've been longing to
Though he's far away
I'll find my love some day
Some day when my dreams come true
Sunday, January 23, 2005
4 Days Off and Now I Need to Be Re-Trained
4 days off work isn't enough. See, if you get 3 days, then you are still kind of in the "work zone", but 4 throws you into another category... ''beginning of vacation." So, to fulfill "beginning of vacation," I feel that you need at least a complete week off. That is not to say that I only want 3 days and not 4. It just means that I need more time off.
So, I actually got to work on time this morning. Perhaps it was because there was no traffic. Perhaps because I left a window open last night and was freezing my butt off this morning (see - the alarm-clock-across-the-room-trick actually DOES work sometimes!).
Want to know why it rained camels and goats yesterday? Because I planned a barbecue. I ended up on my balcony, grilling hamburgers and hot dogs (the largest I could find because size does matter) and freezing in the rain while standing in a puddle. That was in addition to tacos (and salad, and corn, and brownies) I made. yummmm. Bunny was there (and Aunty Em, and Toto....) and Naz and my friend who is depressed (who I just KNEW was going to get along great with Naz - and they did. Exchanged phone numbers and everything.). Waleed was there too and even though he is totally prejudice against my people (the Bedu), he got along great with Bunny. I was almost jealous. All that laughing and carrying on.
Anyhoo, I invited 2 girls I know who used to be conservative, but are now slutty (as Bunny said, not me). They are very nice, but I'm pretty sure were just there to drink all my alcohol and find out what kind of men I had over. They left at 12 to find another party. I was wondering how they could walk in those shoes; they had literally 4" heels. My mother calls those, "hooker shoes." Hey - if the shoe fits... That is so bad. They are nice hoochies. I'm going to Hell.
I hadn't seen Bunny in a long time. He was supposed to take me to lunch one day, but then overslept. I mean - I oversleep, but how can you oversleep ALL the time or when you have stuff to do?
One of my friends sent me these words of wisdom this morning. I shall share:
I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me and weall could use more calm in our lives.By following the simple advice I heard on Dr. Phil Show, I have finally found inner peace. Dr. Phil proclaimed the way to achieve inner peace isto finish all the things you have started.So I looked around my house to see things I started and hadn't finishedand before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle ofMerlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bottle of Baileys, a bottle of Kahlua,a package of Oreo's, a pot of coffee, the rest of the Cheesecake, some Saltines and a box of Godiva Chocolates. You have no idea how freaking good I feel. Please pass this on to those you feel are in need of inner peace.
Oh, I went out with Barbecue Boy this weekend. After some time off, he seems to have chilled a bit. He is still, unfortunately, a big know-it-all. He still doesn't get it. I didn't get my barbecue bits. I guess it might have been because I bit his head off and now he has The Fear. Anyways, I got him to eat Japanese food and so I feel that I have accomplished something of worth. (You should have seen the faces he made! Priceless.) What's the big deal? I don't make those faces when I sit next to him at a Lebanese restaurant and he's smoking sheesha (the last legal recreational drug in Kuwait). I don't necessarily like tongue sandwich (unless it is a metaphor) or uncooked beef. Whatever floats your boat.
I can't believe it is sunny today and now I'm at work. That sucks.
So, I actually got to work on time this morning. Perhaps it was because there was no traffic. Perhaps because I left a window open last night and was freezing my butt off this morning (see - the alarm-clock-across-the-room-trick actually DOES work sometimes!).
Want to know why it rained camels and goats yesterday? Because I planned a barbecue. I ended up on my balcony, grilling hamburgers and hot dogs (the largest I could find because size does matter) and freezing in the rain while standing in a puddle. That was in addition to tacos (and salad, and corn, and brownies) I made. yummmm. Bunny was there (and Aunty Em, and Toto....) and Naz and my friend who is depressed (who I just KNEW was going to get along great with Naz - and they did. Exchanged phone numbers and everything.). Waleed was there too and even though he is totally prejudice against my people (the Bedu), he got along great with Bunny. I was almost jealous. All that laughing and carrying on.
Anyhoo, I invited 2 girls I know who used to be conservative, but are now slutty (as Bunny said, not me). They are very nice, but I'm pretty sure were just there to drink all my alcohol and find out what kind of men I had over. They left at 12 to find another party. I was wondering how they could walk in those shoes; they had literally 4" heels. My mother calls those, "hooker shoes." Hey - if the shoe fits... That is so bad. They are nice hoochies. I'm going to Hell.
I hadn't seen Bunny in a long time. He was supposed to take me to lunch one day, but then overslept. I mean - I oversleep, but how can you oversleep ALL the time or when you have stuff to do?
One of my friends sent me these words of wisdom this morning. I shall share:
I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me and weall could use more calm in our lives.By following the simple advice I heard on Dr. Phil Show, I have finally found inner peace. Dr. Phil proclaimed the way to achieve inner peace isto finish all the things you have started.So I looked around my house to see things I started and hadn't finishedand before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle ofMerlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bottle of Baileys, a bottle of Kahlua,a package of Oreo's, a pot of coffee, the rest of the Cheesecake, some Saltines and a box of Godiva Chocolates. You have no idea how freaking good I feel. Please pass this on to those you feel are in need of inner peace.
Oh, I went out with Barbecue Boy this weekend. After some time off, he seems to have chilled a bit. He is still, unfortunately, a big know-it-all. He still doesn't get it. I didn't get my barbecue bits. I guess it might have been because I bit his head off and now he has The Fear. Anyways, I got him to eat Japanese food and so I feel that I have accomplished something of worth. (You should have seen the faces he made! Priceless.) What's the big deal? I don't make those faces when I sit next to him at a Lebanese restaurant and he's smoking sheesha (the last legal recreational drug in Kuwait). I don't necessarily like tongue sandwich (unless it is a metaphor) or uncooked beef. Whatever floats your boat.
I can't believe it is sunny today and now I'm at work. That sucks.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Short Workweeks ROCK!!!!
I love all the holidays here. It is so cool. Too bad I have no where to go and no one to go with. I used to travel alone, but then it got more-than-stay-at-home-pathetic, so I stopped.
The Don: Sounds like you've got a life. Have a great time in Dubai - and then write to me and tell me all about it, so I can live vicariously through you!
Through a conversation with my sister last night, I have decided to eliminate all references to Dickhead Fuckwit. She's right. I shouldn't publish all that stuff. It will come back to bite me in the derrier. I miss my sister. I miss my whole family.
Barbecue Boy called last night. I have decided to go out with him for coffee (also known as: I still don't know what kind of barbecue utinsils he might have for me, so I want to find out). I still have barbecue-utinsil-envy because of previous discussions with Barbecue Boy. The good thing is that now, a lot of my friends are going down to the metal market (I forget the exact name) in Sharq (next to Al-Mulla's dealership) to buy their very-cool-grills. I only paid 8 kd for mine - complete with skewers; as opposed to the 30 kd I previously shelled out at the Sultan Center on a Weber grill. It was so low to the ground that I hurt my back grilling. Plus, I got "barbecue faced" (red from the fire and smokey) every time I had to bend down to grill. I'd actually have to remember to remove all my make-up prior to grilling. It wasn't posh. I then went to Ace and for 4 kd, I bought a posh barbecue grill cover (kind of like paying $10,000 for a little car and throwing on $5,000 rims). So what - I like it.
The Bunny has been MIA of late. I'm going to make him jealous by going to Buffalos and eating wings and a canyon burger and then I am going to call him. And THEN, I am going to go home and feel really terrible about eating all that meat when I am supposed to be losing weight (somehow - don't ask how).
Camrys: This morning, it was a light green one. What IS it about Camrys????
The Don: Sounds like you've got a life. Have a great time in Dubai - and then write to me and tell me all about it, so I can live vicariously through you!
Through a conversation with my sister last night, I have decided to eliminate all references to Dickhead Fuckwit. She's right. I shouldn't publish all that stuff. It will come back to bite me in the derrier. I miss my sister. I miss my whole family.
Barbecue Boy called last night. I have decided to go out with him for coffee (also known as: I still don't know what kind of barbecue utinsils he might have for me, so I want to find out). I still have barbecue-utinsil-envy because of previous discussions with Barbecue Boy. The good thing is that now, a lot of my friends are going down to the metal market (I forget the exact name) in Sharq (next to Al-Mulla's dealership) to buy their very-cool-grills. I only paid 8 kd for mine - complete with skewers; as opposed to the 30 kd I previously shelled out at the Sultan Center on a Weber grill. It was so low to the ground that I hurt my back grilling. Plus, I got "barbecue faced" (red from the fire and smokey) every time I had to bend down to grill. I'd actually have to remember to remove all my make-up prior to grilling. It wasn't posh. I then went to Ace and for 4 kd, I bought a posh barbecue grill cover (kind of like paying $10,000 for a little car and throwing on $5,000 rims). So what - I like it.
The Bunny has been MIA of late. I'm going to make him jealous by going to Buffalos and eating wings and a canyon burger and then I am going to call him. And THEN, I am going to go home and feel really terrible about eating all that meat when I am supposed to be losing weight (somehow - don't ask how).
Camrys: This morning, it was a light green one. What IS it about Camrys????
Serious Desert Girl Moments...
I have to take a minute here to warn my blog readers of impending seriousness. Around Liberation and National Days, I am planning to post some serious information about the Occupation . I remember distinctly what happened. My friends remember what happened. Our families remember what happened. It affected us all - both inside and outside Kuwait.
I think that it is REALLY important for young people in Kuwait to remember and to be reminded about what happened here during the months from August, 1990, to February, 1991. Maybe if more Kuwaitis - now in their 20's - knew more or were reminded about what happened, they would be less likely to commit the types of violent acts that have been happening in Kuwait lately.
No one who lived through those months of hell wants to talk about it - but it is so important! It has been a short fourteen years since Kuwait was liberated from Saddam - by allied forces including the USA and UK. These are the same forces that young Kuwaitis are now plotting against.
Knowing your past shapes your future.
Now... back to our regularly scheduled programming...
I think that it is REALLY important for young people in Kuwait to remember and to be reminded about what happened here during the months from August, 1990, to February, 1991. Maybe if more Kuwaitis - now in their 20's - knew more or were reminded about what happened, they would be less likely to commit the types of violent acts that have been happening in Kuwait lately.
No one who lived through those months of hell wants to talk about it - but it is so important! It has been a short fourteen years since Kuwait was liberated from Saddam - by allied forces including the USA and UK. These are the same forces that young Kuwaitis are now plotting against.
Knowing your past shapes your future.
Now... back to our regularly scheduled programming...
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Monkey Spank in a White Camry
Why are people driving white Camrys so evil? There was one trying (unsuccessfully I might add) to overtake me on the 5th this morning in bumper-to-bumper traffic. He was gettin his groove on - trying to squeeze a 3rd lane between me and the Kuwaiti female student in a Pathfinder next to me. I am reasonably certain that ALL Kuwaiti female students in this country drive Pathfinders for some reason. I don't know why. Perhaps it is 99kd/month installment as advertised on 99.7 - Radio Babtain. Pathfinder drivers, unlike white Camry drivers, are usually good, courteous drivers. Maxima drivers are THE worst. Most of them have little..... brains.
I went to the SAS last night for a dinner function. The security was high: for some reason, it seemed to be Old Security Dude night (guess the younger ones were down in Um Al Haiman chasing Saudis). There were about 5 of the oldsters at the SAS checkpoint. Needless to say... I did NOT feel like flirting. One of the old dudes told me that he was going to give me a ticket because he couldn't see my front license plate. I just told him to give me his number and get it over with. His compatriot, other old dude, kept saying, "no, no. He doesn't understand." Personally, I am sure that I was the only one who didn't understand. Enough to make you want to start permanently shaking your head back and forth. Oi vey.
Sheel ow meshi: gotta have one today. It has been too long.
Most of my American friends are asking me if I fear the terrorists. I fear all forms of terrorists (especially the bad drivers), but am I nervous about recent events in Kuwait? No, not really. I was nervous in some parts of DC. I saw 2 shoot-outs right next to me. I was on my way to a nightclub once and I saw police shooting at bad guys; the bad guys crashed and the shooting started. It was next to me at a light - kind of like a movie. Then I thought, 'oh Sh... I better get out of here, it isn't a movie.' Do I feel weird about working somewhere with a lot of other Americans? Yes, because most of the Americans here are weird.
I'm happy that the Kuwaiti forces are catching these guys. My friends friend was killed in the Fisherman's Diwaniya off the Gulf Road in the 80's when someone drove into it (I believe with a bomb - is that right?). He was just drinking tea and smoking sheesha. At least Kuwait is taking these situations seriously. They have probably prevented a lot of deaths.
Oh, what am I doing for Eid, you ask? Sitting on my bigfatass in front of the TV, that's what.
I went to the SAS last night for a dinner function. The security was high: for some reason, it seemed to be Old Security Dude night (guess the younger ones were down in Um Al Haiman chasing Saudis). There were about 5 of the oldsters at the SAS checkpoint. Needless to say... I did NOT feel like flirting. One of the old dudes told me that he was going to give me a ticket because he couldn't see my front license plate. I just told him to give me his number and get it over with. His compatriot, other old dude, kept saying, "no, no. He doesn't understand." Personally, I am sure that I was the only one who didn't understand. Enough to make you want to start permanently shaking your head back and forth. Oi vey.
Sheel ow meshi: gotta have one today. It has been too long.
Most of my American friends are asking me if I fear the terrorists. I fear all forms of terrorists (especially the bad drivers), but am I nervous about recent events in Kuwait? No, not really. I was nervous in some parts of DC. I saw 2 shoot-outs right next to me. I was on my way to a nightclub once and I saw police shooting at bad guys; the bad guys crashed and the shooting started. It was next to me at a light - kind of like a movie. Then I thought, 'oh Sh... I better get out of here, it isn't a movie.' Do I feel weird about working somewhere with a lot of other Americans? Yes, because most of the Americans here are weird.
I'm happy that the Kuwaiti forces are catching these guys. My friends friend was killed in the Fisherman's Diwaniya off the Gulf Road in the 80's when someone drove into it (I believe with a bomb - is that right?). He was just drinking tea and smoking sheesha. At least Kuwait is taking these situations seriously. They have probably prevented a lot of deaths.
Oh, what am I doing for Eid, you ask? Sitting on my bigfatass in front of the TV, that's what.
Anyone from Costa Coffee Reading this?
Costa Coffee people!!!! I gave you an ENORMOUS amount of free advertising lately (write to me and I'll tell you where/when) and I was just wondering - can SOMEONE please get me just 1 bag of your ground coffee? I dated an Al-Shaya dude once. Does that score any points? I thought he was an uptight jerk (but really handsome).
This one time (not at band camp), me and this Shaya Dude were driving back from B'naider. I didn't have a Kuwaiti license yet (was a newbie), but had my American passport with me. We got stopped at a checkpoint (2 am). The guy takes B. Al-Shaya's license, then looks at me and asks B in Arabic for my ID, so I give him my US passport. Traffic Dude looks at it, then looks at B and says to him in Arabic, "Britaniyya?" (is she Brittish?). duuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Some random thoughts on tefteeshes (traffic checkpoints): First, my girlfriends and I loved the roadblocks during the Bush War to "Liberate" (aka circumsize) Iraq because there were checkpoints all over the country. They weren't the usual checkpoint guys; they got the Ministry of Interior regular-desk-job-guys out there. My single girlfriends and I used to drive through all the checkpoints to find out where the cutest guys were. Sometimes, in a day, we would drive through the same checkpoint 4-5 times - just to get some attention. (YES! That is how pathetic my life is.) Sometimes, when they would wave us through, we would stop and shake our heads (if they were cute); or make the international sign for handcuffs (putting your wrists together). The usual taftheesh guys are kinda grungy for the most part. I make it a point to go through checkpoints eating a shawarma if at all possible. (I don't know why.) I usually ask if they want some - just for fun.
Something else just for fun: I make it a point when I go to fill up my car at KNPC, I always go to gas pump #6 at each station. That way, when I get up to the little booth where you pay, I look at the guy, smile, and say, "Sex." And when I get a reaction, I'm like, "NO! I said six". Little things that provide hours of shyts and giggles.
Is anyone as upset about Brad and Jennifer as I am? It really depresses me. I have so few happy couple role models and they were so cuuuuuuuuute together. I can't take any more depression.
This one time (not at band camp), me and this Shaya Dude were driving back from B'naider. I didn't have a Kuwaiti license yet (was a newbie), but had my American passport with me. We got stopped at a checkpoint (2 am). The guy takes B. Al-Shaya's license, then looks at me and asks B in Arabic for my ID, so I give him my US passport. Traffic Dude looks at it, then looks at B and says to him in Arabic, "Britaniyya?" (is she Brittish?). duuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Some random thoughts on tefteeshes (traffic checkpoints): First, my girlfriends and I loved the roadblocks during the Bush War to "Liberate" (aka circumsize) Iraq because there were checkpoints all over the country. They weren't the usual checkpoint guys; they got the Ministry of Interior regular-desk-job-guys out there. My single girlfriends and I used to drive through all the checkpoints to find out where the cutest guys were. Sometimes, in a day, we would drive through the same checkpoint 4-5 times - just to get some attention. (YES! That is how pathetic my life is.) Sometimes, when they would wave us through, we would stop and shake our heads (if they were cute); or make the international sign for handcuffs (putting your wrists together). The usual taftheesh guys are kinda grungy for the most part. I make it a point to go through checkpoints eating a shawarma if at all possible. (I don't know why.) I usually ask if they want some - just for fun.
Something else just for fun: I make it a point when I go to fill up my car at KNPC, I always go to gas pump #6 at each station. That way, when I get up to the little booth where you pay, I look at the guy, smile, and say, "Sex." And when I get a reaction, I'm like, "NO! I said six". Little things that provide hours of shyts and giggles.
Is anyone as upset about Brad and Jennifer as I am? It really depresses me. I have so few happy couple role models and they were so cuuuuuuuuute together. I can't take any more depression.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Where is this year going?
Can you believe that it is January 15th, 2005, already? Where is time going? Why don't I have a life? Why aren't I living La Vida Loca or perhaps "settled down" with 2.5 beautiful children and a gorgeous husband who makes me laugh and blush and want to be with him 24/7? Why? Why? Why?
Because I'm me and the Universe has other plans for me. What plans, may I ask please?
I had a nice weekend. Good food. Good friends. Happiness.
Bunny ditched me for greener rabbit pastures somewhere... sigh.
I went to see some old friends and met some new ones on Wednesday - that is until my friends' cat got to my allergies and even 2 Claratine pills couldn't stop my sneezing. I love hanging out with them. Why does something always block my progress? F-ing CATS!
Thursday, I hooked up with one of my many, many, many X's. He is tall, handsome, single, funny, intelligent, financially solvent. In other words - just plain yummy. I even know both of his parents and all of his brothers.... and yet, somehow we are like oil and water together. It just doesn't work. He pisses me off, I piss him off. Then, he gets all perschnickety and won't talk to me for months. I guess I haven't talked to him this last time for about 6 months. I've known the guy for 6 years. I keep telling him that we could have 12 children by now (if we had twins). I don't know if he has the capacity to love. Do ya know when you know someone and you just don't feel like they love you or CAN love - or maybe they are just too selfish? (OKAY!!!! Kind of the way I was with Barbecue Boy! - shut up!)
This is so pathetic - I went out and bought more barbecue equipment this weekend because now I have an inferiority complex because I DON'T have the right stuff, so I need to GET the right stuff.
In my quest, I made 2 discoveries: Mirah Center in Shuwaikh has an entire upstairs with cheap electronic stuff (as long as you don't mind lots of men staring at your butt). There is a place called Daiso (or something like that) next to the Home Center in Shuwaikh where everything is from Japan and everything is 500 fils!!!! So cool - if you can figure out what HELL half of the stuff IS (all the labels are in Japanese). For example: is it candy, detergent... no, it is bath salt! I bought some great ceramic plates and a soy sauce dispenser for sushi. I may appear rich and beautiful, but in reality - I'm not rich. 500 fils for junk that I didn't really need anyway, but really really must have - rocks my world.
Barbecue Boy hasn't called me. It is, quite obviously, my fault. I do kind of miss the attention. Now, I would really like all the barbecue equipment he bought me. Sad, really.
To all y'alls who have written really nice comments on my blog here, thank you very much. I'm one of those people who thrives on positive feedback (aka I'm insecure) and it is always nice to hear - especially since I work full time for dickhead fuckwits who never praise me.
Because I'm me and the Universe has other plans for me. What plans, may I ask please?
I had a nice weekend. Good food. Good friends. Happiness.
Bunny ditched me for greener rabbit pastures somewhere... sigh.
I went to see some old friends and met some new ones on Wednesday - that is until my friends' cat got to my allergies and even 2 Claratine pills couldn't stop my sneezing. I love hanging out with them. Why does something always block my progress? F-ing CATS!
Thursday, I hooked up with one of my many, many, many X's. He is tall, handsome, single, funny, intelligent, financially solvent. In other words - just plain yummy. I even know both of his parents and all of his brothers.... and yet, somehow we are like oil and water together. It just doesn't work. He pisses me off, I piss him off. Then, he gets all perschnickety and won't talk to me for months. I guess I haven't talked to him this last time for about 6 months. I've known the guy for 6 years. I keep telling him that we could have 12 children by now (if we had twins). I don't know if he has the capacity to love. Do ya know when you know someone and you just don't feel like they love you or CAN love - or maybe they are just too selfish? (OKAY!!!! Kind of the way I was with Barbecue Boy! - shut up!)
This is so pathetic - I went out and bought more barbecue equipment this weekend because now I have an inferiority complex because I DON'T have the right stuff, so I need to GET the right stuff.
In my quest, I made 2 discoveries: Mirah Center in Shuwaikh has an entire upstairs with cheap electronic stuff (as long as you don't mind lots of men staring at your butt). There is a place called Daiso (or something like that) next to the Home Center in Shuwaikh where everything is from Japan and everything is 500 fils!!!! So cool - if you can figure out what HELL half of the stuff IS (all the labels are in Japanese). For example: is it candy, detergent... no, it is bath salt! I bought some great ceramic plates and a soy sauce dispenser for sushi. I may appear rich and beautiful, but in reality - I'm not rich. 500 fils for junk that I didn't really need anyway, but really really must have - rocks my world.
Barbecue Boy hasn't called me. It is, quite obviously, my fault. I do kind of miss the attention. Now, I would really like all the barbecue equipment he bought me. Sad, really.
To all y'alls who have written really nice comments on my blog here, thank you very much. I'm one of those people who thrives on positive feedback (aka I'm insecure) and it is always nice to hear - especially since I work full time for dickhead fuckwits who never praise me.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Happy Happy Wednesday
I should be happy. It is Wednesday. The weather is beautiful. The sun is shining. Birds (somewhere) are singing. The ocean is pretty. The sky is pretty. I ate cookies for breakfast. My brain tumor isn't bothering me today.
One of my friends called me today to tell me that she has been in a depression and wants me to help her... Isn't THAT the pot calling the kettle bleak? She suffers from clinical depression, maskeena. Maybe I can set her up with Barbecue Boy..... THERE is a happy thought.
Crowne Plaza Privilege club: They used to be wonderful. I love their program. The card virtually pays for itself in only a few meals. Now, while the program is still great - their service SUCKS. I had nothing but trouble trying to get my card renewed. It has taken 2 weeks and they still haven't given it to me. ARGH!!!!! The "privilege" to them means making their customers do a whole lota work to get their card. I genuinely want to smack someone right now.
Does anyone know why there were F18's flying over my office this morning? I'm assuming that it wasn't ME they were after. They did it 3 times. I hope that it isn't another lost American pilot, thinking he's in Iraq. That would really suck, wouldn't it?
I took another route to work this morning to avoid Mean, Vengeful Traffic Cop. It was more relaxing, although longer, methinks. Either way - I still get to work late. DAMN that snooze!!!
Little trick I use to make myself get out of bed in the morning (that doesn't work): I bought a REALLY loud, obnoxious alarm clock and I place it waaaaay on the other side of the room. My philosophy is that I have to jump out of bed and get cold to turn it off - thus waking me up. The problem with this scenario is that I turn it off and jump back into bed again with my mobile phone, which I have seemed to have learned to set the alarm clock on while I am actually in REM sleep (how bizaar!) and then I just keep hitting snooze (set at convenient 15-minute intervals).
Ya see, it isn't REALLY the rain or the traffic that makes me late. If I was late to work in the mornings due to something FUN, then I would be smiling right now and I wouldn't care what my boss thought.
Valentine's Day is just around the corner. Do you think I should send out reminder notices? Is Godiva still in Fanar? Does anyone still love me or am I just too evil-tempered now?
One of my friends called me today to tell me that she has been in a depression and wants me to help her... Isn't THAT the pot calling the kettle bleak? She suffers from clinical depression, maskeena. Maybe I can set her up with Barbecue Boy..... THERE is a happy thought.
Crowne Plaza Privilege club: They used to be wonderful. I love their program. The card virtually pays for itself in only a few meals. Now, while the program is still great - their service SUCKS. I had nothing but trouble trying to get my card renewed. It has taken 2 weeks and they still haven't given it to me. ARGH!!!!! The "privilege" to them means making their customers do a whole lota work to get their card. I genuinely want to smack someone right now.
Does anyone know why there were F18's flying over my office this morning? I'm assuming that it wasn't ME they were after. They did it 3 times. I hope that it isn't another lost American pilot, thinking he's in Iraq. That would really suck, wouldn't it?
I took another route to work this morning to avoid Mean, Vengeful Traffic Cop. It was more relaxing, although longer, methinks. Either way - I still get to work late. DAMN that snooze!!!
Little trick I use to make myself get out of bed in the morning (that doesn't work): I bought a REALLY loud, obnoxious alarm clock and I place it waaaaay on the other side of the room. My philosophy is that I have to jump out of bed and get cold to turn it off - thus waking me up. The problem with this scenario is that I turn it off and jump back into bed again with my mobile phone, which I have seemed to have learned to set the alarm clock on while I am actually in REM sleep (how bizaar!) and then I just keep hitting snooze (set at convenient 15-minute intervals).
Ya see, it isn't REALLY the rain or the traffic that makes me late. If I was late to work in the mornings due to something FUN, then I would be smiling right now and I wouldn't care what my boss thought.
Valentine's Day is just around the corner. Do you think I should send out reminder notices? Is Godiva still in Fanar? Does anyone still love me or am I just too evil-tempered now?
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Think I have a brain tumor...
I've had a headache for over a week. This comes on the tail-end of the virus/tonsilitus that I had last week. I think it is either a blood clot in my brain or some form of alien that may pop out at any time. Actually, I know that it is work-related from stress. Heavy sigh.
WHY are they digging up Salmiya (besides the obvious - corruption)? WHY do they have to start at 6:30 am before the sun is even awake? WHY do I have to wait for 1/2 an hour to get ONTO Jawazat circle to take 5th Ring Road in the morning because the SAME traffic cop is sadistic and making people merge into 1 lane? I have noticed that if ANYONE in your traffic group honks their horn, he punishes us all. This is wrong on so many levels. This morning, I was mouthing to him that he has traffic backed up all the way from the circle to Sanaa; I think I got myself an in-direct ticket. And WHY are mothers in mini-vans always so pushy - on any continent? Having all those kids (ergo the mini van) should teach them patience!
I was scared into never having children by a woman in a supermarket parking lot in the States. She looked got out of a beat-up mini-van, toting a toddler and with 4 other kids behind her. She wistfully looked at my sports car and said, "You know... I used to have one just like that.... before." What a form of birth control that has been! EEEEK.
Mediagirl, I took your advice and was nicer to Barbecue Boy. He really does have a kind heart and was clueless as to the err of his ways. I have sufficiently edu-ma-cated him.
I cooked Bunny a hamburger (Hungry Bunny - har harr) last night and he acted as if I created a 5-course gourmet meal. I don't think that he knew that hamburgers don't just come from boxes or McDonalds'. This seemed to be a revelation. The look on his face was priceless. He lives on machboos.
I'm only cooking lately because the mood has struck. Otherwise, I am a take-out consumer. I'm sure the cooking mood will go away soon. Therefore, I am cooking as fast as I can and freezing everything; Like a squirel storing nuts.
My life is FULL of excitement!
WHY are they digging up Salmiya (besides the obvious - corruption)? WHY do they have to start at 6:30 am before the sun is even awake? WHY do I have to wait for 1/2 an hour to get ONTO Jawazat circle to take 5th Ring Road in the morning because the SAME traffic cop is sadistic and making people merge into 1 lane? I have noticed that if ANYONE in your traffic group honks their horn, he punishes us all. This is wrong on so many levels. This morning, I was mouthing to him that he has traffic backed up all the way from the circle to Sanaa; I think I got myself an in-direct ticket. And WHY are mothers in mini-vans always so pushy - on any continent? Having all those kids (ergo the mini van) should teach them patience!
I was scared into never having children by a woman in a supermarket parking lot in the States. She looked got out of a beat-up mini-van, toting a toddler and with 4 other kids behind her. She wistfully looked at my sports car and said, "You know... I used to have one just like that.... before." What a form of birth control that has been! EEEEK.
Mediagirl, I took your advice and was nicer to Barbecue Boy. He really does have a kind heart and was clueless as to the err of his ways. I have sufficiently edu-ma-cated him.
I cooked Bunny a hamburger (Hungry Bunny - har harr) last night and he acted as if I created a 5-course gourmet meal. I don't think that he knew that hamburgers don't just come from boxes or McDonalds'. This seemed to be a revelation. The look on his face was priceless. He lives on machboos.
I'm only cooking lately because the mood has struck. Otherwise, I am a take-out consumer. I'm sure the cooking mood will go away soon. Therefore, I am cooking as fast as I can and freezing everything; Like a squirel storing nuts.
My life is FULL of excitement!
Rain Gives Me An Excuse To Be Late for Work
I just hit the snooze 5 times this morning. I have no excuse. Who invented snooze? I am 99.9% sure it was a man.
This shall be a "what I ate for dinner last night" entry. (Aren't they all?)
First, I am still eating leftover barbecue meat. I have frozen most of it, but I have something like half a cow left. Even my dog is turning her nose up at it now (she's so spoiled - I don't know where she gets it! tee hee). I was jonesin for a sheel-ow-meshi sendweech last night, but alas - just too damn lazy to get off of the sofa.
It is raining camels and goats (Kuwait equivalent to "cats and dogs" - ha). Why do the Morons put on their emergency flashers when it rains in Kuwait? It's raining! We're ALL in it. We ALL know that it is raining. I can SEE your car. It makes me want to smack someone. Even with the rain, and the flashers, and the morons... the Real Morons are still the ones flying up the emergency lane at - yes - 100 mph. So, not only do we get pebbles on the windshield, we get mud. Which leads me to another question... why do Still More Morons put their windows all the way down when it rains? I have noted that most of those particular types drive 20-year-old Nissans with 4 doors and bad paint jobs. One might think that they have the windows all the way down, so that their 20-year-old windows don't fog; yet why don't they open the passenger-side window (where no one is sitting) or perhaps crack the rear windows? Just wondering because I saw one of those morons get splashed by a Real Moron driving in the emergency lane (without flashers, I might add).
I think I am out of the Holiday Funk now, but I have surfaced to Boredom stage again.
This site provides information on how much aid each country is providing towards the tsunami disaster: http://www.nakagawa.ca/ascorbic/tsunami/. I was all upset this morning because I heard yesterday that Kuwait had only donated $2 million, but according to this site, the figure is $10 million. I feel better.
About the term, "fuckwit": I don't like vulgar language on the internet. I feel that "fuckwit" isn't really an obscene phrase because it is linked to another, ordinary word. Feel free to comment on this if you really must. My apologies to old ladies and virgins. (Oh my God - this is so funny! I just ran spell check and it asked if I wanted to replace "fuckwit" with "buckwheat". I haven't thought about Buckwheat for years! "Oooooooh tay, Buckwheat!")
I have run out of Dunkin Donuts coffee and now Costa Coffee is out of stock all over the country. WHAT is WRONG? I guess I could just walk around the corner from my home and buy some fresh-ground Arabic coffee - duuuuuuuuuh.
How could so many of my synapses have died while I've been living in Kuwait? Do you think it is because of that icky brown/grey cloud of pollution that comes out of the smoke stacks from somewhere around Doha that can be seen all over Kuwait? What IS that icky brown/grey cloud of pollution? Does anyone know? Why is it allowed to come out of those smoke stacks? Doesn't anyone care? Is that what is killing my synapses? If Kuwait had an American Indian actor on TV in an anti-pollution commercial, he would be crying every day! Actually, he would be on a hillside, crying and choking with lots of dead synapses. Does anyone else remember that commercials from the '70's?
Idea: Why doesn't anyone here in Kuwait do a similar commercial with a Bedouin guy standing in the desert, crying? Maybe they could place him on a hillside, overlooking a highway, on a rainy day, with morons with their flashers on and windows all the way down, driving 100 mph up the emergency lane. Oh, but then you couldn't get a good look at that icky brown/grey cloud of pollution.
Whatever coffee I had this morning (ground coffee from a can) has fired up my last 3 remaining synapses.
This shall be a "what I ate for dinner last night" entry. (Aren't they all?)
First, I am still eating leftover barbecue meat. I have frozen most of it, but I have something like half a cow left. Even my dog is turning her nose up at it now (she's so spoiled - I don't know where she gets it! tee hee). I was jonesin for a sheel-ow-meshi sendweech last night, but alas - just too damn lazy to get off of the sofa.
It is raining camels and goats (Kuwait equivalent to "cats and dogs" - ha). Why do the Morons put on their emergency flashers when it rains in Kuwait? It's raining! We're ALL in it. We ALL know that it is raining. I can SEE your car. It makes me want to smack someone. Even with the rain, and the flashers, and the morons... the Real Morons are still the ones flying up the emergency lane at - yes - 100 mph. So, not only do we get pebbles on the windshield, we get mud. Which leads me to another question... why do Still More Morons put their windows all the way down when it rains? I have noted that most of those particular types drive 20-year-old Nissans with 4 doors and bad paint jobs. One might think that they have the windows all the way down, so that their 20-year-old windows don't fog; yet why don't they open the passenger-side window (where no one is sitting) or perhaps crack the rear windows? Just wondering because I saw one of those morons get splashed by a Real Moron driving in the emergency lane (without flashers, I might add).
I think I am out of the Holiday Funk now, but I have surfaced to Boredom stage again.
This site provides information on how much aid each country is providing towards the tsunami disaster: http://www.nakagawa.ca/ascorbic/tsunami/. I was all upset this morning because I heard yesterday that Kuwait had only donated $2 million, but according to this site, the figure is $10 million. I feel better.
About the term, "fuckwit": I don't like vulgar language on the internet. I feel that "fuckwit" isn't really an obscene phrase because it is linked to another, ordinary word. Feel free to comment on this if you really must. My apologies to old ladies and virgins. (Oh my God - this is so funny! I just ran spell check and it asked if I wanted to replace "fuckwit" with "buckwheat". I haven't thought about Buckwheat for years! "Oooooooh tay, Buckwheat!")
I have run out of Dunkin Donuts coffee and now Costa Coffee is out of stock all over the country. WHAT is WRONG? I guess I could just walk around the corner from my home and buy some fresh-ground Arabic coffee - duuuuuuuuuh.
How could so many of my synapses have died while I've been living in Kuwait? Do you think it is because of that icky brown/grey cloud of pollution that comes out of the smoke stacks from somewhere around Doha that can be seen all over Kuwait? What IS that icky brown/grey cloud of pollution? Does anyone know? Why is it allowed to come out of those smoke stacks? Doesn't anyone care? Is that what is killing my synapses? If Kuwait had an American Indian actor on TV in an anti-pollution commercial, he would be crying every day! Actually, he would be on a hillside, crying and choking with lots of dead synapses. Does anyone else remember that commercials from the '70's?
Idea: Why doesn't anyone here in Kuwait do a similar commercial with a Bedouin guy standing in the desert, crying? Maybe they could place him on a hillside, overlooking a highway, on a rainy day, with morons with their flashers on and windows all the way down, driving 100 mph up the emergency lane. Oh, but then you couldn't get a good look at that icky brown/grey cloud of pollution.
Whatever coffee I had this morning (ground coffee from a can) has fired up my last 3 remaining synapses.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
The WRONG Stuff
Guess what? Barbecue boy actually went out and bought me all the stuff he thought I was lacking in my world: Barbecue skewers for kebabs [(the flat kind) I don't even like kebabs]; more regular skewers for meat; a basket-type grilling thing (can use that for my veggie friend's food); and a teapot and the right kind of tea (I don't like tea unless it is iced with a twist of lemon). For those of you who don't know me very well, I am polite... to a point. He MADE me go all postal on him. I let him know how I felt about my kitchen invasion and how presumptuous I thought he was, etc. etc. He stops me and starts actually talking OVER me and wouldn't let me get a word in, so I had to say, 'Bye bye bye bye bye bye', and then hang up the phone and switch it off.
Then, I felt like an ungrateful mean person. The guilt set in. Maybe he was just trying to be a nice person. Maybe he was just getting me gifts to be nice (not presumptuous/arrogant/annoying). Ok, so I didn't go so far as to call him - I just sent him an SMS. That is an easy out, isn't it?
I think he's in puppy love. So typical: "love" first, ask questions later. ARGH.
I'm so bored. I'm so bored. I'm so bored. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Then, I felt like an ungrateful mean person. The guilt set in. Maybe he was just trying to be a nice person. Maybe he was just getting me gifts to be nice (not presumptuous/arrogant/annoying). Ok, so I didn't go so far as to call him - I just sent him an SMS. That is an easy out, isn't it?
I think he's in puppy love. So typical: "love" first, ask questions later. ARGH.
I'm so bored. I'm so bored. I'm so bored. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Know-It-Alls are a Pain in the Derriere
So, I met a new guy recently. Good job. Good sense of humor. Relatively good looking. He is already grating on my nerves like fingernails on a chalk board. This weekend, we went out to lunch. Every subject I brought up - he knew about; and of course, knew better than me. I finally said, "Is there ANYTHING you don't know?" His response, "Oh, you think that too? All my friends say that. It is because (I can NOT believe he was serious here) I am so well educated and I have travelled extensively around the world." Blah blah blah blah.... I had to giggle. I'm like, "I didn't mean it as a compliment." He's relatively nice. And single. And we go to nice restaurants. Why can't I just like him? (read on)
After lunch, we went to pick up my car from the mechanic. Know it all dude literally stood between the mechanic and I and talked about MY car. That is MY car that I am paying to have fixed. That is MY car that I understand better than anyone. Why do stupid men think that women know nothing about cars? I took auto mechanics for several years and used to work on my own cars in the States. But nooooooooo - he wouldn't let the mechanic talk to me. He just went on and on in Arabic and poor mechanic dude was embarrassed because he knows me well enough to see when I am totally pissed off. Growl!
After all the above, I still invited him (me invite him) to my place for a balcony barbecue with my buddies, so they could give me their comments. HE brought 5 kilos of various meats (one of my friends is a vegetarian), charcoal, bread, appetizers, and even asked me what kind of grill I have in order to ensure that I have the right kind! My utensils weren't the right kind, the skewers weren't the right kind, the lighter fluid wasn't the right kind. My friends decided that the guy was not the right kind: "Oh my God - he is so not your type." Oh, and you know what he said about my dog (my baby, my companion, my family...), "Sometimes you have to take the thorns to have the roses." Since when has she been a thorn????? AT least he brought her a gift. No, I didn't get anything but a lot of meat. Write to me, I'll send you some! Oh, oh, oh - and you want to know the funny part - he never asked me what kind of food I wanted to barbecue! I already bought some sausage links and hamburger meat and appetizers. That's all I wanted.
Furthermore, if I invite a guy to dinner at my home, I like to do the cooking. I don't want someone I hardly know invading my kitchen unless specifically noted prior to the appointed time. That way, I can clean so he doesn't find out what a piggie girl I am.
Bunny stopped by on Thursday to watch a movie (Ladder 49) with me, which was nice. (He knows I am a dirty girl and he doesn't care - likes me just the way I am.) He also re-checked my Discovery (he's allowed). He knows a lot about cars - especially mine. Poor thing - He's sick again. He's had more flu's this year than I can count. That's because he's too macho to go to a good doctor, "devils in white coats." Why can't I just be with this guy; after all he is my very best friend and I'm more comfortable with him than anyone else except maybe my mother or my sister? Oh, too many reasons. He chased off a young guy who followed me home from Sultan Center on Wednesday (I really was sick - I was there to buy soup). Young Dishtasha Dude pulled up behind my car and started his dialog and out of nowhere came the Bunnymobile, tires squeeling around the corner; and chased off the bad guy! I pretended it was no big deal, but secretly - I was lovin' it. Oh, the chivalry of it.
Ladder 49. I don't want to watch firemen movies anymore. Too depressing. I just can't do it anymore. First Backdraft and now this one.
Why did stupid Showtime just air "A Christmas Carol" 3-4 days ago? They are so stupid. And why is it that if there is a movie where someone flips into a language other than English, that they only put the subtitles in Arabic instead of English - and then you get lost and don't have a clue what the hell is going on? And why is Showtime getting to be lame like Orbit? Does yours cut on/off the way mine does? Why do I need to send them an SMS in Dubai when I get an E16 Service Scrambled message? Why don't they just fix the damn problem?
Kuwait TV: I love the Kuwaiti soap operas. They are so similar to the Mexican soap operas I used to watch with my friends from Panama in DC (they translated to me). Why can't KTV put English subtitles on the Kuwaiti soaps? They are so cool - especially around Ramadan time. And really, if you think about it - they would teach all of us foreigners living in the country something about Kuwaiti day-to-day life (like drugs, alcohol, and sexual misconduct).
I had a great manicure/pedicure over the weekend (yes, I am a busygirl) at Solitaire in Jabriya. Ester even fixed my ingrown toenails (ouchies) without any pain. The only problem was that they don't have a proper manicure/pedicure chair and I can't begin to tell you how painful it was to sit on that stool-thing for 2 hours. Sheeeeeeet - I can't even do anything FUN for 2 hours! I heard Strands in Fanar has a really great man/ped massage chair. I'm going there next. I LOVE those chairs. Sometimes I go to Nemocolin Woodlands Spa and Resort in Pennsylvania with my sister; and at $400+ a night (and about $120 for a man/ped), that place doesn't even have decent massage chairs. Michelle (owner of Strands and Very Cool Person), you rock, girl!
I've had a totally boring day at work. Maybe there will be some cute men to flirt with on my drive home. Very doubtful, but one can hope.
Until tomorrow (or until the mood hits me)....
After lunch, we went to pick up my car from the mechanic. Know it all dude literally stood between the mechanic and I and talked about MY car. That is MY car that I am paying to have fixed. That is MY car that I understand better than anyone. Why do stupid men think that women know nothing about cars? I took auto mechanics for several years and used to work on my own cars in the States. But nooooooooo - he wouldn't let the mechanic talk to me. He just went on and on in Arabic and poor mechanic dude was embarrassed because he knows me well enough to see when I am totally pissed off. Growl!
After all the above, I still invited him (me invite him) to my place for a balcony barbecue with my buddies, so they could give me their comments. HE brought 5 kilos of various meats (one of my friends is a vegetarian), charcoal, bread, appetizers, and even asked me what kind of grill I have in order to ensure that I have the right kind! My utensils weren't the right kind, the skewers weren't the right kind, the lighter fluid wasn't the right kind. My friends decided that the guy was not the right kind: "Oh my God - he is so not your type." Oh, and you know what he said about my dog (my baby, my companion, my family...), "Sometimes you have to take the thorns to have the roses." Since when has she been a thorn????? AT least he brought her a gift. No, I didn't get anything but a lot of meat. Write to me, I'll send you some! Oh, oh, oh - and you want to know the funny part - he never asked me what kind of food I wanted to barbecue! I already bought some sausage links and hamburger meat and appetizers. That's all I wanted.
Furthermore, if I invite a guy to dinner at my home, I like to do the cooking. I don't want someone I hardly know invading my kitchen unless specifically noted prior to the appointed time. That way, I can clean so he doesn't find out what a piggie girl I am.
Bunny stopped by on Thursday to watch a movie (Ladder 49) with me, which was nice. (He knows I am a dirty girl and he doesn't care - likes me just the way I am.) He also re-checked my Discovery (he's allowed). He knows a lot about cars - especially mine. Poor thing - He's sick again. He's had more flu's this year than I can count. That's because he's too macho to go to a good doctor, "devils in white coats." Why can't I just be with this guy; after all he is my very best friend and I'm more comfortable with him than anyone else except maybe my mother or my sister? Oh, too many reasons. He chased off a young guy who followed me home from Sultan Center on Wednesday (I really was sick - I was there to buy soup). Young Dishtasha Dude pulled up behind my car and started his dialog and out of nowhere came the Bunnymobile, tires squeeling around the corner; and chased off the bad guy! I pretended it was no big deal, but secretly - I was lovin' it. Oh, the chivalry of it.
Ladder 49. I don't want to watch firemen movies anymore. Too depressing. I just can't do it anymore. First Backdraft and now this one.
Why did stupid Showtime just air "A Christmas Carol" 3-4 days ago? They are so stupid. And why is it that if there is a movie where someone flips into a language other than English, that they only put the subtitles in Arabic instead of English - and then you get lost and don't have a clue what the hell is going on? And why is Showtime getting to be lame like Orbit? Does yours cut on/off the way mine does? Why do I need to send them an SMS in Dubai when I get an E16 Service Scrambled message? Why don't they just fix the damn problem?
Kuwait TV: I love the Kuwaiti soap operas. They are so similar to the Mexican soap operas I used to watch with my friends from Panama in DC (they translated to me). Why can't KTV put English subtitles on the Kuwaiti soaps? They are so cool - especially around Ramadan time. And really, if you think about it - they would teach all of us foreigners living in the country something about Kuwaiti day-to-day life (like drugs, alcohol, and sexual misconduct).
I had a great manicure/pedicure over the weekend (yes, I am a busygirl) at Solitaire in Jabriya. Ester even fixed my ingrown toenails (ouchies) without any pain. The only problem was that they don't have a proper manicure/pedicure chair and I can't begin to tell you how painful it was to sit on that stool-thing for 2 hours. Sheeeeeeet - I can't even do anything FUN for 2 hours! I heard Strands in Fanar has a really great man/ped massage chair. I'm going there next. I LOVE those chairs. Sometimes I go to Nemocolin Woodlands Spa and Resort in Pennsylvania with my sister; and at $400+ a night (and about $120 for a man/ped), that place doesn't even have decent massage chairs. Michelle (owner of Strands and Very Cool Person), you rock, girl!
I've had a totally boring day at work. Maybe there will be some cute men to flirt with on my drive home. Very doubtful, but one can hope.
Until tomorrow (or until the mood hits me)....
Monday, January 03, 2005
Perky, Perky, Perky
Where the HELL are my paxil pills??? I am having a paxil moment: I shall name the moment, "The Past Year in Kuwait".
I have trashed my Discovery to the point of actually having to take it to a mechanic/medic to get new shocks. That's pretty bad, because I was under the distinct impression that it was Indestructable (yes, even though it is Briddish!) I think I either ruined the shocks last year on a HUGE hill in the desert (trying to crack my friends head open on the roof as she was sitting on the back seat) or by driving down the emergency lane after a masked bee-atch slammed on her brakes HARD for the last time and then sped up as I tried to make it around her. The emergency lane is for emergencies people. Let's keep it that way. It was an emergency. I would have killed her if I hadn't done it.
I have fantasies about throwing little metal jacks out the window onto the emergency lane as I see people coming up at 100 mph in my side-view mirror. I wonder if little metal jacks will shred tires. hmmmmm. I am SURE they are the same people who have put all those little chips in my windshield. ...and it is almost time for Stupid Car Registration Renewal Time. Wonder how many tickets I have this year. Bummer.
So anyhooo, I drove my sports car to work today. A Mental Midget (there are so many) headed towards Jahra (need I say more) in a Lumina cut in front of me with about 2 inches to spare to prove that he has a penis. I don't CARE if they have penises (pl: penai?). I am just driving down the frickin road. They get all bent out of shape when they see a female in a sports car - as if it is a challenge to their manhood. GET OVER IT! And guys... "it's not the car, it's the driver" is BS!
I went to find that great sandwich place last night. The sandwich is called a Sheel ow Meshi (don't ask why) and it is from a restaurant with an Arabic sign (no read Arabic) in green and pink with a Lebanese cedar tree on it behind Platinum.
It is so sad that my world revolves around food. I wonder what Dr. Phil would say about that. The One has a kick-ass pumpkin cheesecake. I'm almost to the point where I am sick of it now. I am 95% sick of all forms of hot chocolate (got onto a comfort food kick before Christmas). I bought many forms and decided to taste test and OD'ed. Fauchon is the best. New Year's RESOLUTION #2!!! At least I'm not going to McDonalds anymore. That was so bad.
Dickhead HR Dude was overheard making the comment, "I don't know what she does on her fat ass all day." I'll tell you - think of ways that the universe might make a house drop on him - that's what.
PERKY DAMN IT!!!!!!
I have trashed my Discovery to the point of actually having to take it to a mechanic/medic to get new shocks. That's pretty bad, because I was under the distinct impression that it was Indestructable (yes, even though it is Briddish!) I think I either ruined the shocks last year on a HUGE hill in the desert (trying to crack my friends head open on the roof as she was sitting on the back seat) or by driving down the emergency lane after a masked bee-atch slammed on her brakes HARD for the last time and then sped up as I tried to make it around her. The emergency lane is for emergencies people. Let's keep it that way. It was an emergency. I would have killed her if I hadn't done it.
I have fantasies about throwing little metal jacks out the window onto the emergency lane as I see people coming up at 100 mph in my side-view mirror. I wonder if little metal jacks will shred tires. hmmmmm. I am SURE they are the same people who have put all those little chips in my windshield. ...and it is almost time for Stupid Car Registration Renewal Time. Wonder how many tickets I have this year. Bummer.
So anyhooo, I drove my sports car to work today. A Mental Midget (there are so many) headed towards Jahra (need I say more) in a Lumina cut in front of me with about 2 inches to spare to prove that he has a penis. I don't CARE if they have penises (pl: penai?). I am just driving down the frickin road. They get all bent out of shape when they see a female in a sports car - as if it is a challenge to their manhood. GET OVER IT! And guys... "it's not the car, it's the driver" is BS!
I went to find that great sandwich place last night. The sandwich is called a Sheel ow Meshi (don't ask why) and it is from a restaurant with an Arabic sign (no read Arabic) in green and pink with a Lebanese cedar tree on it behind Platinum.
It is so sad that my world revolves around food. I wonder what Dr. Phil would say about that. The One has a kick-ass pumpkin cheesecake. I'm almost to the point where I am sick of it now. I am 95% sick of all forms of hot chocolate (got onto a comfort food kick before Christmas). I bought many forms and decided to taste test and OD'ed. Fauchon is the best. New Year's RESOLUTION #2!!! At least I'm not going to McDonalds anymore. That was so bad.
Dickhead HR Dude was overheard making the comment, "I don't know what she does on her fat ass all day." I'll tell you - think of ways that the universe might make a house drop on him - that's what.
PERKY DAMN IT!!!!!!
Happy New Year
I honestly am trying to have a new, 2005 attitude. I'm going to be perky. I'm going to try not to piss off the wrong people and if I ab-so-lutely must - I will try to kiss the appropriate butts (without compromising too many of my principles). Dickhead HR Dude isn't included in all the above; I must continue to fight evil for those less fortunate than I. Call it my mission.
What did I do for New Years you ask? Of course - spent it in a tent with about 100 other people in various drunken stages. My friend invited me to go with him to a chalet party. When we got there - there was security at the gate. My friends' name wasn't on THE LIST, and his friend (who had begged him to go) wasn't answering his phone. Someone finally came out (right past midnight) and told us that some son-of-a-sheikh had brought too many people and there was no room. Geez! My friend was so embarrassed in front of me. I'm not even Kuwaiti and I'm like, "That person isn't your friend. He can't be Kuwaiti because that is soooooo ayeb; especially on New Years! Where is the hospitality?" So, we turned the car around and went with the other 6 friends who had also been stopped at the gate to a tent party that turned out to be awesome. Everything happens for a reason. I had my good friend, Mr. Jose, with me, so I was going to have a good time wherever I went. Happy happy happy.
I discovered a new place that serves AWESOME shawarmas in barbecue sauce. I don't know the name of the place, but directions (take a right before Platinum Gym off Shaar al Mataaem, go to the end of the street, take a right and the restaurant is on the left). Of course, # 2 New Years Resolution is: Loose weight.
#1 New Years Resolution: Spend more time with people I LIKE.
I haven't even been over to see my friend, Christine's, baby.
My friend, Mona, is going to disown me if I don't go to see her and her family.
Likewise Fatima.
Likewise Asmahan.
Likewise quite a few more people.
I don't even get around to calling people anymore.
I am pathetic. Really, this year will be different.
Part-time boyfriend/friend brought me flowers and a card with bunnies on it. He calls me bunny. I call him bunny. Ergo the bunnies. Pink roses I got. :) Then, we went out to eat sushi, which is always a sure-fire way to make me feel better.
I told my mom to stop sending me stuff from Tiffanys because they are too expensive. I am going to send her back the box so she can buy cheap stuff. The box is the real issue with me - I love seeing that little blue box. What's in it isn't such a big deal. Now, men buying me stuff from Tiffanys is something COM-PLETE-LY different.
I watched "Sabrina" again last night (for like the millionth time). I've also seen "Love Actually" recently. I always cry at the end (oh, shut up!!!!). I went to the Virgin store and asked for the soundtrack. Sales Dude says, "Now, what were you looking for again?" I said (with a completely devilish look), "Love, actually." He was too cute and way too young.
Which brings me to my next paragraph (you're not going to believe this sh....)
I was chatting with my Romanian girlfriend the other day. She's here in Kuwait, married to a Lebanese maniac (another story). She had to go away from the PC for a little while, but left her MSN on. Then, her 15-year old son gets on and sends me THE dirtiest chats I have seen in a looooooong time - and get this - says, "please? I have money...." The LITTLE FREAK!!! This upsets me on so many levels:
What did I do for New Years you ask? Of course - spent it in a tent with about 100 other people in various drunken stages. My friend invited me to go with him to a chalet party. When we got there - there was security at the gate. My friends' name wasn't on THE LIST, and his friend (who had begged him to go) wasn't answering his phone. Someone finally came out (right past midnight) and told us that some son-of-a-sheikh had brought too many people and there was no room. Geez! My friend was so embarrassed in front of me. I'm not even Kuwaiti and I'm like, "That person isn't your friend. He can't be Kuwaiti because that is soooooo ayeb; especially on New Years! Where is the hospitality?" So, we turned the car around and went with the other 6 friends who had also been stopped at the gate to a tent party that turned out to be awesome. Everything happens for a reason. I had my good friend, Mr. Jose, with me, so I was going to have a good time wherever I went. Happy happy happy.
I discovered a new place that serves AWESOME shawarmas in barbecue sauce. I don't know the name of the place, but directions (take a right before Platinum Gym off Shaar al Mataaem, go to the end of the street, take a right and the restaurant is on the left). Of course, # 2 New Years Resolution is: Loose weight.
#1 New Years Resolution: Spend more time with people I LIKE.
I haven't even been over to see my friend, Christine's, baby.
My friend, Mona, is going to disown me if I don't go to see her and her family.
Likewise Fatima.
Likewise Asmahan.
Likewise quite a few more people.
I don't even get around to calling people anymore.
I am pathetic. Really, this year will be different.
Part-time boyfriend/friend brought me flowers and a card with bunnies on it. He calls me bunny. I call him bunny. Ergo the bunnies. Pink roses I got. :) Then, we went out to eat sushi, which is always a sure-fire way to make me feel better.
I told my mom to stop sending me stuff from Tiffanys because they are too expensive. I am going to send her back the box so she can buy cheap stuff. The box is the real issue with me - I love seeing that little blue box. What's in it isn't such a big deal. Now, men buying me stuff from Tiffanys is something COM-PLETE-LY different.
I watched "Sabrina" again last night (for like the millionth time). I've also seen "Love Actually" recently. I always cry at the end (oh, shut up!!!!). I went to the Virgin store and asked for the soundtrack. Sales Dude says, "Now, what were you looking for again?" I said (with a completely devilish look), "Love, actually." He was too cute and way too young.
Which brings me to my next paragraph (you're not going to believe this sh....)
I was chatting with my Romanian girlfriend the other day. She's here in Kuwait, married to a Lebanese maniac (another story). She had to go away from the PC for a little while, but left her MSN on. Then, her 15-year old son gets on and sends me THE dirtiest chats I have seen in a looooooong time - and get this - says, "please? I have money...." The LITTLE FREAK!!! This upsets me on so many levels:
- I am now questioning if perhaps my friend and her family must be really hailag
- What would make a 15 year old boy think that any woman (including their mothers friends) are prostitutes?
- Why does a 15 year old boy know all that nasty stuff to begin with? EEEEEWWWW
Monday, December 27, 2004
After Christmas - Emerging from THE FUNK
I have been stressed, so I made a reservation for hot stone massage at the Palms’ Orchid Spa (at 25 kd). Big mistake. Before the masseuse even touched me, there were multiple things wrong: The robe was too small and really cheap quality; there were pull-curtains in the “relaxation lobby” that reminded me of the gynecologists’ (or dentist) office; I got into the massage room and it was cold – with a large window across 1 entire wall; the 2 Asian women (the masseuse and someone who was just there to stare at me) asked me to disrobe in front of them and get my bigfatderrier on the table; and then the masseuse poured cold oil on me. Even the stones were luke-warm! What is UP with that? When I left, I asked for the name of the GM and get this – no one could answer me! They just stared. Apparently, the Palms doesn’t HAVE a GM – only an Acting GM, who is actually their chief bean-counter.
Opening scene, sometime around Christmas: Brigit Jones is on her sofa: puffy face, red eyes, Kleenex everywhere, crying her eyes out to the theme of some pathetic love song. That was me, Christmas morning. I said I wouldn’t do it again, and I did – I was here for Christmas. I should have just shot myself (as many people do during the holidays). It would have been quicker and easier (on my friends). God, I’m pathetic. My poor dog didn’t even know what to do with me. I should have just gone back to see my parents. How stupid was that?
Christmas Eve, I took my female friend out to a very romantic dinner at the Blue Elephant at the Hilton (which was excellent) because my part time boyfriend / best friend was too sick to go out. I will give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he was indeed sick (although he did call me from his car). It is now the 27th and he still hasn’t appeared on the scene. I AM turning into Brigit Jones, “Will he call? Won’t he call?” Damn girl – WHO CARES?
Needless to say, He didn’t bother to get me a Christmas present even though he is accumulating quite a stash of cool Dunhill accessories (I can’t help it – I love Dunhill guy stuff). Just buying it is fun. (Back to me…) All I wanted was something small and THOUGHTFUL, damn it!
I almost hit the bottle Christmas morning, but I felt bad for poor Jose because he has had a workout lately. Besides, it just isn’t a good breakfast drink for me anymore. Tequilla and corn flakes left a bad taste in my mouth.
I have 2 New Year’s resolutions: I will lose weight (how is questionable). I will spend more time with people I like (like Jose?).
I went for a walk last night in front of the Scientific Center. It was freezing cold and very windy, so there was almost no one out. I love it like that. There was an enormous full moon and the water was very rough and looked bright green. It was so peaceful and beautiful and to top the whole walk off – a big albatross flew in front of my dog and I, singing/squawking and flew off into the trees. It was amazing and magical and made me forget what a pathetic holiday I had.
The Federal Express care/gift box from my family also arrived yesterday. In it was all kinds of cool and amazing stuff: Like shredded balsam fir trees in a bag of potpourri and earrings from Tiffany’s from my mother; and family pictures in frames and CD’s and other assorted wonderful things.
I guess I’m not so pathetic.
I still have more than those poor Bengali guys in my neighborhood who have to dig through the trash to find warmer clothes. I actually went out and bought a whole new outfit for one guy about 2 months ago and I have it in the back of my car waiting to see him again. He told me that he only makes 20 kd a month. X-type dickhead mo-fo HR Manager makes 4000 kd a month. Why can’t HE be made to live off of other people’s trash? He’s a lot more deserving of that life.
Go to your happy place, Desert Girl!!!
Opening scene, sometime around Christmas: Brigit Jones is on her sofa: puffy face, red eyes, Kleenex everywhere, crying her eyes out to the theme of some pathetic love song. That was me, Christmas morning. I said I wouldn’t do it again, and I did – I was here for Christmas. I should have just shot myself (as many people do during the holidays). It would have been quicker and easier (on my friends). God, I’m pathetic. My poor dog didn’t even know what to do with me. I should have just gone back to see my parents. How stupid was that?
Christmas Eve, I took my female friend out to a very romantic dinner at the Blue Elephant at the Hilton (which was excellent) because my part time boyfriend / best friend was too sick to go out. I will give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he was indeed sick (although he did call me from his car). It is now the 27th and he still hasn’t appeared on the scene. I AM turning into Brigit Jones, “Will he call? Won’t he call?” Damn girl – WHO CARES?
Needless to say, He didn’t bother to get me a Christmas present even though he is accumulating quite a stash of cool Dunhill accessories (I can’t help it – I love Dunhill guy stuff). Just buying it is fun. (Back to me…) All I wanted was something small and THOUGHTFUL, damn it!
I almost hit the bottle Christmas morning, but I felt bad for poor Jose because he has had a workout lately. Besides, it just isn’t a good breakfast drink for me anymore. Tequilla and corn flakes left a bad taste in my mouth.
I have 2 New Year’s resolutions: I will lose weight (how is questionable). I will spend more time with people I like (like Jose?).
I went for a walk last night in front of the Scientific Center. It was freezing cold and very windy, so there was almost no one out. I love it like that. There was an enormous full moon and the water was very rough and looked bright green. It was so peaceful and beautiful and to top the whole walk off – a big albatross flew in front of my dog and I, singing/squawking and flew off into the trees. It was amazing and magical and made me forget what a pathetic holiday I had.
The Federal Express care/gift box from my family also arrived yesterday. In it was all kinds of cool and amazing stuff: Like shredded balsam fir trees in a bag of potpourri and earrings from Tiffany’s from my mother; and family pictures in frames and CD’s and other assorted wonderful things.
I guess I’m not so pathetic.
I still have more than those poor Bengali guys in my neighborhood who have to dig through the trash to find warmer clothes. I actually went out and bought a whole new outfit for one guy about 2 months ago and I have it in the back of my car waiting to see him again. He told me that he only makes 20 kd a month. X-type dickhead mo-fo HR Manager makes 4000 kd a month. Why can’t HE be made to live off of other people’s trash? He’s a lot more deserving of that life.
Go to your happy place, Desert Girl!!!
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