I Start School On The 18th :(

Since school is near, i would like to express my feelings toward this event by posting this pic... Thanx ZeeCu enjoy ;D
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Women And Salons In Kuwait

As requested, I will be spilling the salon secrets of women in Kuwait. SO HELP ME GOD!

There are many stages a woman has to go through in order to go to or to get the work done in a salon. For instance, if a chick wants her hair blow dried “sishwar”, and she doesn’t want the workers at the salon to wash her hair, she would wash her hair at home and then go to the salon to get the “sishwar” bizbiz done immediately.
But when a woman wants “the works”, which is almost every single type of work that the salon has to offer, then she’d go there dirty, and ready for a totally major make-over.

From the many works the salons in Kuwait have to offer are the following:

- 7af: Removing hair from the face- eyebrows or moustache- and chin and maybe even sometimes neck, by using a thread. 7af is wat English-speakers call threading.

- Sham3: Used rarely but some women prefer this on their faces to remove hair than the ordinary 7af. Either light brown or green wax is used in this process.

- Sheera: Removing hair from the body. It’s as painful as hell but women just want to be clean. Somehow some men underestimate this and think it’s easy, not knowing that many women would love to spread some warm sheera on men’s long leg hairs and then yank them out with one swift pull, just so they could feel wat women do to keep them happy and to stay clean for a longer time.

-Sishwar: Blow-drying the hair so it gets to be straight or straight on the top with curls on the ends.

-Alashat: to put pins on the ends of blow dried hair to keep them curled and styled for a longer time. These alashat are removed b4 going to the party, or gathering, or as soon as the woman gets home.

-Badecair: to work on the feet, toenails and skin around the toes and heels. This work ends with some nice pink toe polish on the toenails to keep them shiny and neat.

-Manecair: to work on the hands and to do about the same thing as was done to the toes.

-Subu’3: to dye the hair into various colors. Colors are picked out of a huge book-like thing but with the covers only. When u open these covers u’ll see many pieces of hair in different shades of brown, blond, red, and the usual grey. After choosing a color, some lady wearing gloves and holding a pot with a paint brush in it, will wrap pieces of ur hair in foil after smearing some goop in it and around ur hair. After that, u’ll sit under a brain-washing... I mean... a machine that releases hot “bukhar” or vapor onto ur head to heat the foil and for the hair to absorb the hair color from the goop.
Subu’3 comes in three styles:

1- khusal (highlights) which are just pieces of ur hair, and not all of it.
2- all of it (full dye) which means that ur giving ur hair a whole different color.
And 3- jethoor (roots) which is asked by old ladies mostly who want to get rid of the white hairs. And sometimes by young ladies who want to keep their new hair color for longer.

And that’s about all I can think up about salon work. I hope you're all not grossed out at wat i just explained. And as i said, if i lose any male readers, I KILL JAGGIE. And u can't get away from it, Purgatory72, u agreed to help me and we shaked hands.
If there are any more questions or requests on how women in Kuwait live or think, ask away ;D

The Best Ad Ever

And the Oscar for "The Most Hopeful Man In History" Award goes to....
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Some say it's real, Some say it isn't :D

Something to have fun with after reading my long post :D
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Random Day :/

Today I went to a wedding and it was boring at first then it turned out to be pretty fun. I wore something simple cos we were only long-distance relatives to both sides of the wedding, broom and gride (yes, I did that on purpose, it was an actual badliya ga6ait’ha wana hnak). Anyways, I’m not that big of a fan of huge fancy shmancy wedding gowns with the “shek shek shek”ing of sequins, shiny stuff, and neon colored beads, even if I was really close to the bride and groom. I prefer something simple, light colored, or even a rich rich dark color (such as emerald, ruby red or dark gold) and sexy, which means that it shows skin but only enough to leave a lot to the imagination, and only in places which aren’t THAT provocative such as a tiny bit of the shoulders, a little bit of back showing, and not one long opening till ur butt crack shows, a tiny bit of cleavage and not a Pamela Anderson impersonation... etc. Of course, almost all of the Kuwaiti girls reading this might agree with wat I’m saying, which is good :D
Anyways, I went to the wedding feeling just a tiny bit dizzy, but good enough to leave the house for a bit. I felt much better this morning so now everything’s almost back to normal... HEYAAA! And I look pretty good, too lol (HAH! Purgatory!) Hehehe, so I picked out my clothes after dinner, and watched my brothers play Smack down, and then have them explain to me that it’s WWE (world’s wrestling entertainment) and NOT, I repeat NOT WWF (world’s wrestling federation) cos of a family fight... and I stopped them from saying any more right at this point... and they’re playing standing up cos if they sit down, their legs would shake uncontrollably (a3sab, sakenhum misakinhum lol) and I would have to yell at them to stop concentrating so much hehehehe... oh dear, where was I? Oh yea, and while watching them play PS2, I played some Dr. Mario (of course!) while waiting for my aunt to pick me up so we could go to the salon for womanly stuff lol (no details will be added to the web log as to not scare off any male readers, it is preferable for these gory details to stay within female readers’ minds only. Thank you for your cooperation) and then when we were done, I got home, finished make-up bizbiz, went to the wedding, and now I’m home and typing up this blog for my devoted readers... and that’s wat I did today... one full day wasted on beutifying and looking beautiful enough as to not have the ppl at the wedding staring and pointing and laughing, or so I wouldn’t be kicked out, or made to sit with the maids sitting outside the wedding hall with the screaming babies...
about those screaming babies, wat is it with ladies who bring their babies with them? I actually saw some lady leave the wedding hall after dancing or whatever to grab her baby, go to the bathroom, breastfeed it and them slip the top of her dress back on and go back to dancing in the hall with the baby just a tiny bit quieter in the maid’s arms... I mean, WTH?!?! Why can’t she breastfeed it and leave it home, u ask me? Well, she can’t leave the baby at home cos she’ll be in the salon all day, plucking, waxing, doing her hair, then applying make-up to make her look like Michael Jackson’s older sister :/ and will even put her dress on at the salon so she can’t go home, so the baby has to be with her... again, wth?!?
Oh dear, this one post is too long lol... lemme distract u with something funny on top of this post so I can shut up now hehehe

SMILE DAMMIT! SMILE!

My fave comic for the day :D
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Hallucinating but Surviving

I think i've gotten to the climax point of my illness, so i guess 2moro i'll be fine... i hope, at least...
2day was "do nothing or sleep or play dr. mario" day! cos that IS basically wat i did lol
I just lay there reading, falling asleep between chapters, being forced awake to eat something so i could have a panadol, then i'd play dr. mario on my brother's gameboy, fall asleep again, then wake up to go to my mom's room and then i'd just sit there in my mom's room, going through music video channels... i even came across a blonde singing: "i want ur horny love... my name is french kisses!"... *shudders at the memory*... and now i'm in my room, going through websites, chatting with some ppl, feeling sleepy but stubborn... so stubborn and 3aneeda that my mom told me to take a shower 3shan elskhoona etroo7, and i was like a jew in a Nazi concentration camp, like: laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! mabeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! u can't make me!!!
so now, like i said, i'm in bed, resisting sleep lol
I might ignore myself and go to sleep in a little while, so i'll see you ppl around :D

How Life Is When You're Sick :D

I feel stoned cos of the panadol I just took... I’m sick and I’m hating it lol, and I actually annoy myself when I’m sick cos I get all dizzy and tired which is how normal people feel when they get sick, so here’s the catch, I don’t want to be normal so I try to stay a little cheery and smiley, and that annoys me cos I look ridiculous.
HOW you ask me? Well imagine this: a girl, big kisha of a head of hair, red nose, dizzy and maybe even a dopey smile, sleepy eyes, and glasses, and she’s trying to focus on reading instead of thinking about her soar throat lol. Got the image? Well, that’s me...and that’s how I look like this very instant... and no, I will not tell u wat I’m wearing, you perverts! (YEA! you know yourselves).
So let me just go to sleep in a while, otherwise I promise, I WILL pass out and drool on the keyboard... and let me tell you, that is NOT a pretty sight...
There are some pretty cool pros to being sick: ppl get to be extra nice lol and the get away from you when they annoy you so they wouldn't get sick themselves :D that's always cool...
and the cons are....well.... being sick? i guess lol
anyways, that's all i felt like saying... adios ppl :*

Chraimba & Saksooka

My aunts used to play with me alot, and i don't mean ordinary play... i mean play as in change how i look "play'...
(but, no, i didn't grow up to be a tomboy....well, sorta)
So when i found this pic, i scanned it and started playing with it myself lol i added the "saksoooka" and then used this pic as an MSN pic :D
thought i would share this with u, hope u like it :p
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My UNempty Blog :p

I want to thank nibaq and jackie for "informing" me lol that there are people who read my blog :D
I just want to say thank you, and it would be nice if i knew who these people were, and if they're interested in a chat or something... you never know, we might have some things in common or share the same weird sense of humor (or even lack of it lol)
so if u wanna e-mail me or chat on yahoo messenger, my e-mail is: sarai_elkamsa@yahoo.com
hope to hear from you soon ;)

My Empty Blog

Madre laish, bas 7assa ina my blog's EMPTY! I mean, i love the fact that Jaggie and ZeeCu comment on my blogs, but they're friends of mine in real life, so it doesn't count as real real promotion for my blog... Jackie has my blog on her blogroll, and i appreciate it, bas still...
I post up some pics and some things that i feel are interesting and nobody comments or anything :/

50 Ways To Say "I Love You"

As soon as i got this e-mail, i fell in love with it :D so i want to share it with you all, and say all these things to you, whether i know u or not! lol okay, that was exaggerated hehehe but just read'em and use'em, and say'em to the people you love :D EnJoY!

50 Ways To Say "I Love You" :

1. “If my heart were a baked potato, I’d serve it to you with extra butter and sour cream.”
2. “Your terrible personality isn’t so terrible after a few drinks and even when I sober up, it’s not as terrible as everyone says.”
3. “I’d shave my entire body with a dull, rusty razor blade and take a vinegar bath for you.”
4. “I am rubber, you are glue, any feelings you have for me bounce off and stick to you. Ironically, I feel the same way.”
5. “The other day I saw this little girl day drop her whole ice cream cone on the ground and start bawling. After I stopped laughing, I thought, “I’m the same way when you don’t call when you say you will.”
6. “I saw you in the morning, on the toilet, and I didn’t run screaming. So there.”
7. “Hug me. If you let go - you lose.”
8. “Umm… like… you and me? Yeah. You and me.”
9. “You are to me what an eye patch and parrot is to a pirate.”
10. “You are the hole in my donut.”
11. “I am the pork, you are the beans.”
12. “You make me want to vomit little chocolate hearts.”
13. “You are my personal parachute.”
14. “If you were a margarita, I’d drink you by the bucket.”
15. “I really like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like you.”
16. “If I had my junior high dance to do all over again, I’d lean against the far wall, stare at you, and hate myself for not asking you if you liked the punch.”
17. “I don’t love you. I merely enjoy tolerating your existence immensely.”
18. “I’ll still want to have sex with you even when you’re old, fat, and ugly.”
19. “You had me at ‘Stop following me’.”
20. “Your farts smell like vanilla.”
21. "We're like Sunny and Cher but minus the divorce, kids with funny names, Sunny being dead and Cher loving herself to stay at the age of 22, but we make great music 2gether anyway "
22. ““I am valedictorian of the University of You.”
23. “If you needed a kidney transplant, I’d also throw in a bonus lung.”
24. “The wet, fatty ball of muscle and sinew that pumps my thick, steaming blood to all of my internal organs starts to beat irregularly when you come into my line of sight.”
25. “You are to me what Oprah is to mediocre self-help gurus.”
26. “While you’re in the shower, I collect your skin flakes from the sheets and now I carry them around in this little napkin I keep tied around my neck.”
27. “You suck! So good.”
28. “If you were frozen in Carbonite and taken by bounty hunters, I’d gladly disguise myself, infiltrate a fortress of intergalactic gangsters, threaten them with a thermal detonator, and defrost you myself.”
29. “When I was a kid I was kind of stupid and I thought it would be fun if I stuck a fork in the wall socket and obviously I was thrown across the room. Well, that shock that made my teeth chatter and my hair fall out? That’s like you.”
30. “We are totally codependent and I don’t want it any other way.”
31. “This is the “happily ever after” part of the damn fairy tale, dig?”
32. “If you were a handful of genital crabs, I’d never change my underwear.”
33. “I’m not saying we shouldn’t see other people. I’m just saying I’ll chase whoever you see out of town with a nail-studded baseball bat.”
34. “I am your blank check. Don’t bounce me.”
35. “Shut your piehole! Okay -- now kiss me with that beautiful piehole.”
36. “If you were in a horrible accident and they put your head in a saline solution-filled fish tank, I’d feed you, change your water, and carry you on my back everyday until they built you a kick-ass robot body.”
37. “If given the choice between playing roundball like Michael Jordan or raising rugrats with you in a trailer park then I’d be the first to stand in line to buy diapers.”
38. “You’re such a screw asshole! And so am I. Let’s forgive each other, get drunk, and screw.”
39. “If I was smart, I’d follow you around like a puppy and never, ever crap in the corner.”
40. “Not only would I carry you out of the factory and drive away you away on my sweet chopper… I’d also buy you a beer and a basket of fries.”
41. I wrote you a poem: “You walk in beauty like the night/ which means you’re the hottest babe in sight/Come home with me so I don’t get in a fight/I agree with what you said: you are always right.”
42. “I’m a grown up and just face the facts that you’re my security blanket.”
43. “You don’t know it, but right here, right now, is the point in the musical montage part of the movie. Let’s split a pretzel and go for a walk on the footbridge.”
44. “Not only would I die for you, I’d female dog slap Satan a good one, too.”
45. “Look: you’re the only one allowed in my bunker. So go get some batteries while I’ll clean my shotgun.”
46. “I’m a junky for your instant messages.”
47. “I had the weirdest dream last night: I was waking up just as dawn was breaking, but instead of the sun rising on the horizon, it was your glowing face. You were smiling and glowing and it felt to good. Isn’t that just strange? I have NO idea what that means. Pass the ketchup.”
48. “You’re my best and only naked friend.”
49. “I’d smoke five packs of you everyday and welcome each and every eventual tumor.”
50. “Let’s set aside cool, ironic detachment for just a moment, shall we? I love you. Wow… wasn’t that just like lame movie Reality Bites? You’ve never seen it? It’s awesome… in a totally stupid way.”

As Promised, the pic of Weird Mostache Guy :D

Weird Mostache Guy in Lebanon, fe beirut specifically :D I took this picture using my supa-dupa digi cam :D when he was across the street before my grandma could bring him over and then tell him off lol
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Fags and Lezbos

Alright, i commented this on goliath's blog, and it was something that i had to get off my chest, i'll post it here after saying what i have to say first:

I'm not against the people who are gays and lesbians. I'm only against their sexual orientation and sexual actions.
In the Quran, there's the story of Loo6 and his people who were okay with homosexuals, God sent loo6 to help them stop it because it's 7aram. It's not natural. So when they just wouldn't listen even though they COULD be fixed straight, God destroyed them all. So when people are talking about gays and lesbians and say it's all right and that they’re born that way... that pisses me off, because they really ARE born that way bas they also CAN be fixed. And the Quran is undying proof.
I know you're gonna stop reading this post right about now... but i'll keep talking anyway!

I posted my rant on goliath's blog and it turned out to be a bit long, then i thought that some of you may not read it, so i'm pasting it here.Here is wat i ranted on goliath's blog about gays, lesbians, and sluts, and whores, and pimps and everything that pisses me off about the whole thing:

SwAiR said...
God gave women vaginas so that they can save them for their husbands only. God gave men penises to put into their wives' vaginas only. Not for guys to sleep around with other women. Not for men to give other men an anal-fuck, and probably a disease, and not for women to sleep with each other and are desperate to find penetration. Also, not for the women to go around sleeping with every guy available and then feel hurt when she's named a slut. A woman would never want to sleep with a guy who has had a male lover, even if he wasn't gay and was trying to find pleasure without hurting other women. A man doesn't want to marry a woman who has slept with other men before him.You say now that u enjoy sex or watever, and that girls shouldn't stop themselves from sleeping around. How would u feel if u slept with ur wife on ur wedding night and she wasn't a virgin? that she's not yours alone? that she might've even liked the whole sleeping around that she still might want to do it while being married? why not, you're just another guy she's sleeping with. Only difference is that you're with something that people are taking for granted, called wedlock. And to the girls: How would u feel if u found out that your husband has slept with few people before? and maybe even had a male lover, even though he wasn't gay, but only wanted to have pleasure? Would you accpet a penis that used to be up a guy's ass into ur vagina? I didn't think so, too. As for the "going along with the sheep" thing, that's just wrong. Being good isn't being stupid. Being loyal and actually saving yourself for your future wife or husband isn't stupid. Guys, u want and love to feel special, right? Don't tell girls to sleep with you, cos you're just ruining her for another man. And that other man could just be the one to ruin your future wife. U want that?and girls, u don't want a husband to lock u up at home and hate you, right? Stop sleeping around, even if it's with females, it may be all erotic and hot to men, but u really wanna get diseases and be called a lesbo?

Just wanted to get this off my mind. I'm not tight about these things, mo 7ail mitdaiyna or anything. Bas people just don't get it, you think you want pleasure now and that you're young and that u want to have as much fun as possible, but think of the future and wat u do might result in later on...I guess by now u've already stopped reading my comment :p but like i said, i just wanted this off my chest :D

My 9 Lebanon Posts... Enjoy :D

Lebanon. Day One: 6/8/2004

I’m typing up this blog post on my laptop in Microsoft Word, so that later on I could copy paste these posts onto my kashkha web log ;)
I woke up this morning realizing that I’m going to Lebanon with my aunt in about 5 hours. I got up, washed up, got all my things together, and waited for my dad to go to the airport with my suitcase for the whole “wazen” thing. I left the house at 1:30 to the airport with my aunt, and the plane left the ground at 3:00 to Lebanon.
Now, I’m lying on my tummy in front of my laptop with the sound of Lebanese people next door, sitting on their balconies and enjoying a family dinner together, and chatting away. Every once in a while a car passes by and makes a very loud and disturbing (VVVVVVVVEEEEEHHHHHWWWWWWWW.... BBBRRRRRRrrrrr....) noise, and every car has to have a different soundtrack, which can be either the Lebanese radios or 3mro Diab’s, Nawal ElZughbi’s or Wa’el Kfouri’s albums, and sometimes even Mil7im Zain’s album.
I’m about to go to the soug in ib7amdoun, and I’m expecting to see a lot of Kuwaitis. I’ll post when I get back... Toodooloo

Alright, I just came back from the soug and it was so much fun, I got to see a lot of really nice bags and shoes there and some different weird styles. And of course, u could really tell between the Kuwaitis and the Lebanese people. The Kuwaitis are the people with over the top fashion statements and the Lebanese are the people with the simple, out-to-the-shops jeans and top.
We were walking around for about three hours, from 9:00 to 11:00 pm, which wasn’t noticeable since we were having so much fun doing what most women like to do. SHOP. And we had botha to walk around with and then we went home. And that was it.

Lebanon: Day Two: 7/8/2004

We (me, my aunt, and my grandma) only noticed how tired we were from last night when we got home and lied down on our beds, which is when we all fell asleep right away. No before-bedtime-chit chat, no checking out what we bought b4 bed. Just “ZzZzZzZz” right away.
We woke up this morning fully relaxed with only a tiny hint of jetlag on me and my aunt from our flight the day b4.
Today we’re going to Beirut to do the usual female gezzing and shopping.
I’ll post ya when I get back. :D

Alright, I’m back. We had the usual fun time that we had last night except this time we had some lunch from a restaurant in Beirut called “BarBar” which seems to be really popular cos it was bulging with people, we even had to eat in the car. We did more shopping and then me and my aunt split from my grandma to go into a library. As soon as we were done we waited outside the library for my grandma to show up. What we noticed was that a lot of people were giving us weird looks, as if they haven’t seen two girls in panjabi tops, and jeans with 7ijabs and sneakers b4. Some guys even stared, whispered between themselves and laughed at us. We didn’t know what was going on until this old lady came up to us and was approaching us really slowly.
She was short, her eyes were level with my stomach, she was wearing all black, with a 7ijab around her tiny face, she was really pale and white, with gray eyes, but oddly she had her whole set of teeth. And this was the conversation we had (if u can call it a conversation):

Old lady: elsalam oo 3alaikum
Us: oo 3alaikum elsalam
Old lady: (after staring at us with a smile on her face) Ana enbasat6 inkum labseen el 7igab elsara7a.
Us: (smiling stupidly) mashkoora
Us thinking: what is that supposed to mean?
Old lady: hatha edel 3ala el eman... bidna el eman, ha?
Us: he he, enshalla (still thinking: wth?)
Old lady: Into min wain?
Us: El Kuwait.
Old lady: el 7amdulila
Us: huh?
Old lady: el salaam (slight wave of the hand and then she walks away with a smile on her face)

After that we burst out laughing and as soon as we saw my grandma, we told her and she laughed. It was a weird/sweet/nice/strange thing to go through, really.
Then we saw a weirdo guy with a huge moustache walking around with a camera, who I could only take a picture of when he wasn’t looking, and when my grandma asked him if he would stop for a while so I could take a clear pic of him, he showed us his camera and said: ib 10,000 LL. We left him there and said: No Way, Dude! (not really), cos if he had a problem with hygiene and shaving, then he should be paying us, not us paying him. We went through a few more shops, and then headed back home.

Lebanon: Day Three: 8/8/2004

I woke up at 12:00 and my aunt, grandma and grandpa were gone. I got up, took a cold shower (cos I didn’t know where the 7arar was, don’t think dirty), dressed and sat at the balcony.
I’m sitting here and typing my blog posts on Word, cos I can’t find an internet café. And even if I found one, my grandma won’t let me go in for sure since me and my aunt are just staying here for 10 days, oo tabe teshba3 mina gabel la enred el Kuwait.
We just had lunch and everybody’s asleep. So because I woke up late and my aunt and grandma were out in the morning, ana basically shab3ana nom.
I’m gonna go read a new novel while listening to the DJ Crow remixes that Jackie made me.
Thanx Jaggie, they’re keeping me company. :D
Now I’m done with my novel, and I’m checking out the pics I took while on the road to and from Beirut, while cropping and resizing the pic of the moustache guy so I could show my fellow bloggers. :D
I’m gonna go get ready to go see some old Kuwaiti people my grandparents know. I’ll tell you what happens when I get back. So BRB for now. ;p

Just got back, met some old Kuwaiti ladies that my grandma apparently knows. It was okay other than the fact that it was as boring as hell :pwe’re staying in tonight, gonna have dinner and watch some Lebanese TV. LoL

Alright, so we didn’t end up staying in. We left the apartment for some dinner with a Kuwaiti friend of ours, we saw some shops but then rode this small train-like vehicle which was really fun. And that was it, we called it a night and now we’re home.

Lebanon: Day Four: 9/8/2004

Woke up at 10:30 which is my usual wake-up time during summer if I don’t have class. Ugh, class. Took a shower, had breakfast, did my hair, sat and read a new novel. It’s called “The Sands of Time” by Sidney Sheldon, I read the back and it seems nice. It’s full of romance, politics, rebels, nuns, Spain, Madrid. I think u get it by now.
Had lunch, kept reading the novel, then fell asleep (great lunch, 7ajia). Now I’m up and fixing up my posts so they’d be acceptable and readable, and really long for Jackie since she loves reading everything I have to write, chena katba qusat 7ayati, sa7 Jackie? :D
Just got back from “Aleih” where we saw some really cool shops. I found a pair of comfortable sandals, which means it was a good shopping trip. I also had some botha...AGAIN. But, hey, it’s me! I don’t mind ice cream everyday at all! hehehe ;p
I mean, who does?
I heard that in Lebanon, in the winter when there’s some snow, that the snow can actually reach about one meter. I just wish I came here in the winter, cos I love the cold. I prefer to wear some fancy winter-wear to keep me warm and covered up, than to sweat in the summer really. But summer in Lebanon is actually pretty cool, with some light breezes which can be very nice. Even the sun is pretty cold!
Now the time is 12:22 am, so it’s the 10th of August 2004. My birthday’s on the 12th, and I can’t wait ... (insert evil laugh here)...
I’m going to bed. I’ll try to post 2moro. The guy who’s driving us around thought of some cool places to visit. I forgot their names, but as soon as I get there and take pics and stuff, I’ll get back here and type it all down with some ready-to-post pics :D

Lebanon: Day Five: 10/8/2004 (properly)

Today we went to Faloogha, Bait ElDeen, and Qal3at Mousa. It was so cool and the things that I saw were incredible, and I enjoyed it a lot. I wanted you bloggers to feel as if u were with me on my trip to Lebanon, so I took as many photos as I could. Displayed here are pics from the Kamal Junbela6 museum in Bait ElDeen, and a pic of Qasur Mousa on the inside and the outside. Enjoy :D
Oh, and don’t ask about Faloogha, we didn’t do much there, and the weather was a bit foggy, so it sorta ruined the mood. But great scenery, though.
Next time we’re going to J3aita, I think. My grandma sez it’s a great place, with beautiful scenery but I’m not allowed to take pictures in there... dunno why :/
But I guess I’ll just buy the CD or the book, they can be a substitute to the pics I could’ve taken, and a great thing to remember Lebanon by as a souvenir :D
Two days left for my birthday... I don’t know what I’m going to do. Stay in, go out and spend my grandparents’ money lol, or just stay quiet and see what happens... I’ll go with the third choice.

Lebanon: Day Six: 11/8/2004

Today was a bit of a bore, and I didn’t feel like doing anything at all. I stayed home all day while my grandma and aunt checked out some shops and made sure we were going to Syria 2moro. I hope it would be as fun as I think I would be. Oh yea, and it’s my birthday 2moro, so I can’t ask for anything else lol, so I guess I’m just gonna shut up for the day Hehehe, and just enjoy Syria. And I WILL take pics of course to show them off to you bloggers :D
I finished a novel 2day, and started another one. The last one I told u about, Sidney Sheldon’s “Sands of Time” was pretty good. I still don’t know if this Sidney person is a guy or a girl. But I have my doubts that it’s a girl, because if she/he was a female writer, she would pay more attention to surrounding and places. This book explained places but not in detail, and the romances weren’t as good as a female’s romances. I’m certainly going to read some more of Sidney Sheldon’s stories, and I’ll keep u posted.
I’ll tell you wat happens in Syria as soon as I get back... Seeya :D

Lebanon: Day Seven + Eight:

I just got back from Syria. I don’t know why, but I just didn’t like it at all. Sorry to all the Syrians, but it really stinks. Maybe it’s because we ended up staying at a poor side of the country and didn’t really see any of the great things that Syria is known for, but I didn’t like it. The guys there are really scary. Almost all the women there were wearing 7ijabs, but because my 7ijab was slightly different than the ones they were used to seeing, they kept staring. It was freaky b’cos it was as though they weren’t Arabs or Muslims like us at all. Why would they be weirded out by us :/

Anyways, I got to go to dinner at Bawabat Demashq and it was GREAT! They surprised me by placing a pink candle on my strawberry botha hehehehe, and it was a surprise because I considered the trip to Syria good enough as a birthday present, so I stayed quiet for the rest of the day and they surprise me with that. Then I realized I was really tired when we got to the hotel, and went to sleep immediately. The next day I woke up totally refreshed, had breakfast, went out, had lunch, and then got on the bus back to Lebanon. Here I am, typing up this post while sitting on the balcony :D I’m pretty happy and satisfied, even though I’m a little homesick. I miss Kuwait, (surprisingly) my bros, my own bed, internet connection lol, and posting up these blogs for immediate comments, and of course, reading your blogs and commenting on them. So my fellow bloggers, especially Jaggie, and ZeeCu, I just want to share this sentimental moment with you... (Long Long pause)... (Cracks up laughing) hehehehe, sorry couldn’t help it lol

Lebanon: Day 9:

Went to the shops in b7amdoun yesterday and it was fun. Today we’re resting for tomorrow’s flight. It’s gonna be at 6:00 pm and I might be in Kuwait at about 8:30 or 9:00 pm, depending on the jamarek and such... I guess I’ll be posting this as soon as I get back to Kuwait. So this could be my last blog post on Word hehehehe. So, I’ll seeya as soon as I get home. :D
Swair signing out ;)

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!

Heeeeeeeeyyyyy!!!!! I;m back from lebanon and missing u all like hell!!!! Why'd u have to write sooo many blogs while i was gone?!??!?! So many things to catch up with!!!
Allright, i just wanted u to be ready for the following: I'm going to post everything i'm typed onto my laptop throughout my 10 days in lebanon. It's very very long. Ready or not, here it comes :D

Done, but not so ready

Okay, blogger-people. I guess this is it. I got my suitcase ready, and all i have to do is throw in my toothbrush and toothpaste and soap in there in the morning when i'm done with'em.
Everything's ready, but i don't know why i have a bad feeling about this. It's like i'm not ready yet. I dunno.
Anyways, i'll get you guys sogha (sogha, zeecu, not Soca), which you'll HAVE to accept or i'll punch you cos you're gonna be ridding me of my precious dollars :p
Right now, i feel like reading, so i'll go around reading your blogs and getting rid of excess e-mail...
Seeya round ;*

Who Needs Friends When You Have Tits Like These?

As soon as i saw this picture my first impression was: "WTF?!?!?!" and then: "Are those REAL?!?!" Well, it turns out that she actually does that for entertainment, y'know she walks around showing off her knockers to everyone and taking pics with interested men... Hey, goliath, how about u use her for ur newly-found porn carreer? :p that would make it really creepy lol
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How Boring Packing Is

I bet all of you read this title and skipped this blog entry completely, right?
Well, I’m not going to tell you how boring packing is, I’ll just say one thing:

PACKING ISN’T AS FUN AS IT USED TO BE!!!!

The only time that I feel that anything in a suitcase is good, is when some one comes back from traveling and could’ve brought me something nice :D
Or, when I’M traveling and leaving Kuwait’s summer to have fun in Lebenon... minus the packing part of course.
I’m taking a break right now, and my back hurts from bending each time to take something from the closet and put it in the suitcase...
Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to get rid of this crappy important thing to do before going away...
How bored can I get? I’m just sitting here in the living watching Around the World in 80 days, with Jackie Chan trying to fake being a French man :/
*yawwwns* bas khalas, la3at chabdi, abe arkab 6ayara le mudat sa3tain... (sij mafe in-flight movie, bas I DON’T CARE) abe aroooo7 oo khalas!

Shockingnessness

I still can't believe i'm going to lebanon...Tomorrow! :s So you can say i'm THIS shocked :0
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My Day

Even though almost all of u don’t really wanna hear about how my day went, I’m gonna tell it anyway... so...HA HA!
So, today, I went to see how my grades turned out, I was really confident that I’d get either an A or a B on both courses. So when I got there, I received a small early birthday gift from a dear dear friend of mine, and this really special part of the population of people I love knows who they are... so again, yes AGAIN, Thank You Very Very Much... I really love it, and I don’t care if it’s a “modest” gift, it’s exactly wat I need, and a great thing to remember you by. Of course, now all of u are expecting me to tell u wat this person got me... either that, or you’re waiting for me to tell you about my grades.
And I shall settle for the grade-telling, so HA HA again! :p
I got a B+ in both subjects, and my parents’ reactions were very VERY typical.
My dad did his “dad thing” where he says: “oh...zain...mabrook...” and that’s it.
And my mom does her “mom thing” where she says: “why not an A? or even an A-?” which can be annoying, but it’s somehow sorta cute. I might roll my eyes and say the usual: “mamaaaa...” but it’s still cute. Ok, now u think that I’m a weirdo. Good.
Wat else? wat else?....
Oh, and I went to the salon with my mom, then went back home to get ready for the traditional Wednesday get-together. Every Wednesday my aunts pick a place or one of their houses to have this get-together, so today it was the Muhalab Mall.
This is the only mall that I think didn’t get as much popularity as el Fanar, Sharg (it being sorta like the first big mujama3 made for gez.) or Marina Mall.
Remember when el Salmiya and Share3 el Ma6a3em were the major gezzing places in Kuwait? Of course, that was a looooooooooooooooooooong time ago and maybe some of u haven’t even started your gezzing careers when people went to gez there in the beginning :p
So, when I got there with my aunts, I tried to resist the wave of gelled heads and low slung jeans and the baggy i-wanna-be-a-Nelly-look-alike jerseys. Also,the I’m wearing-a-mini-skirt-but OH- there-are-also-pants-under-them trend, and the badly cut hair that oddly looks like it got trapped in a fan. The “malaqa” started as soon as we got there when we went to sit on a table near a fast-food place. So we sat there waiting for another empty table cos this one was only a 4 seater and we were 7 people, when the guys sitting on the table next to ours started to bother us. We sat there because one of the maids was tired of carrying one of our kids around the mall, so when she sat down and the guys heard us play with the baby, who’s named Hashim, they started bothering the maid by telling her that they wanted the baby. Here’s the following dialogue that happened:

Stupid Guy No. 1: “Yalla 3ad, 3a6eena el yahel.... Hashooooom... t3aal... tabe koollaaa?? (ya3ne kora bas in baby speech)

Maid: La, mayabe, shino hatha?!?!?

Stupid Guy No. 2: “6a3 hatheee..yabay el yahel agoolich, bas nabe nil3ab weyaaah...”

Me: (whispering to my oldest aunt): 3amete, gomay khal enghayer amakina, ez3aj oo hathol sij sij qilat adab... 3aina goweeya.. foog fe kaarase, ana badesh Fuddruckers, oo fe mukan hnak...”

My Oldest Aunt: (in a calm voice to Larry, Curly, and Mo) sij qilat adab, tet7areshon bil shaghala jedamna? Shwaya e7tarmo nafeskum, dar ma darkum 3awayel...”

Stupid Guy No. 1: (laughs like a cat on steroids) waaaaa hahahahha haaaiiiiiii...

Stupid Guy No. 3: “Eshda3waaaaaaa...”

Here we upped and leaved cos it was getting on our nerves. It’s not like they were trying to be nice guys and play with the kids, they were staring at us since we were all ladies going out and were obviously making fun of the maid and wanted to just get on everybody’s nerves.
Anyways, we eventually found the perfect places in Fuddruckers where we joined tables to make enough places for everyone, and then we enjoyed our meals, let the kids play for a bit, and then we went home.
Now, I’m typing this blog up for you in my PJs with all my mess on the bed next to mine that’s supposed to be my little brother’s, but of course, he doesn’t mind cos this is a great excuse to go sleep with his older brothers and he loves them. :D
Wat was I saying.... oh yea, the mess on the bed. Well, all that mess will be put into my suitcase, but it’ll be a shame since I put everything in nice proportions on the bed. Pants to one side, T-shirts on one side, Pajamas in one side, Underwear in one side, 7jabs in one side, Socks on one side, and even Bathroom supplies like body soap, body cream, face cleanser, tooth brush, tooth paste, a little make up in one of those tiny make up bags, aaaalll on one side.
Now, all I have to think about is wat else do I need? Of course, other than my knitting kit, paint ball gun, rubber chicken, Discovery Channel set of 10 DVDs.... hmmm....wat else do I need? Think with me people, I feel something’s missing....
*keeps thinking deep thoughts...*

Sorta Like A Sample

This is an example of what u might see on my art page...
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My Art Page

I just forgot to add, i have an art page. Some of you may know about Deviant Art? It's a website for all the atrists in the world; if u have art that u'd like the world to see and maybe even comment and give u suggestions, that's the place to go... u should really check it out, it's a VERY cool site, i once got a french photographer commenting on my art in french lol, but then i told him that i spoke english, not french so he commented on my art properly and gave me some nice pointers even though my kind of art is Abstract (obviously? lol)
So if u wanna check it out, and maybe even comment on my work here, i'd really appreciate it :D
cos on the deviantart website, you're not allowed to comment on people's art unless you're also a member which can be sorta resticting to my friends who don't want to join just so they could comment, so if u wanna say anything at all, whether good or bad, about my work, i'd actually appreciate it alot... learning from my mistakes and looking at my work from another person's point of view :D

My Fancy Shmancy DeviantArt Page

Hope to hear from you ;)

I Feel Good! Da na na na na na na :p

Allright, i must say that today i'm the happiest person on the face of this planet :D
why? u ask my fellow blog-people? bagoolikum laish...it's because i just finished both my final exams on the same day :D so it's all done and over with, the nightmare that is school! and wat's better than that is the fact that i'm going to lebanon on the 6th of august.... now i know u'r all gonna miss me like hell :p (yea right, i can dream, can i?) but i'll try to do wat i can to see if i can sign in on the internet when i get there, and i'll even try supplying u with pics of my first journey alone.
Yup, i'm going to get on that plane and leave kuwait for two weeks without having to worry about any of my 5 brothers being missing or left in a bathroom at some gas station somewhere :p
i love my brothers even though they get on my nerves and are pains in the ass sometimes, but leaving them and just going on a trip with my youngest aunt is going to be something i REALLY need... U really can get bored of being the eldest and almost like their 2nd substitute mother :/
so this is gonna be fun, hopefully...
anyways, i'll try posting soon :D
and JacKie, stop trying to do gymnastics in the middle of the library, i really WAS trying to study and not encourage u to do it :p