Sunday, November 27, 2005

Raqemny Akalmik,TeT-leegaf Athib7ik!

Blogging has been really good to many people, it’s a place for them to express them selves and vent their stress away and to others it’s a way to meet new friends and have some fun, others used it as a place to practice their language and skills and educate them selves so at the end every one want to feel connected to his/her blog and feel free to express them selves in any way they wish on their little window. All they have is a little window to write on and draw.

In the past Kuwaiti bloggers were little and the only way we can know about each others blog by either telling each other or linking or from the blog searching it self. Recently thanks to Nibaq and his team he did the Kuwait aggregator to aggregate bloggers from Kuwait to ease they connection between their minds and we became like a little cyber society from Kuwait. Like every thing in the world there is the good and the bad there are people from all kinds universal minds if I may say gathered through letters on a web log, as those letters increased and as thoughts were expressed more and more freely without and boundaries bloggers from Kuwait increased in number we became large number (mashalla) and the aggregator reached it 200 member.

Each blogger has his style his way his personality, some of us are interested in meeting other bloggers some want to meet the opposite gender while …etc others just want to stay anonymous yes my dearest bloggers, the good thing about bloggerbot that gives every blogger a profile page to map your self some of us Kuwaiti blogger don’t want to share information about them selves others are ok with it and I believe this should be respected cyberly or not privacy should be respected. If any person want to say who is he or how he looks like they would do it and if you ask them they might answer your questions.

This brings us to ethics that our culture and religion taught us to knock every house door before entering and wait for approval to enter and that’s the same thing with blogs you can't just enter any bloggers life without knocking his door, respecting each bloggers privacy is an important thing to keep them on and on writing and us enjoying every single word we read from them.

Respecting others privacy is an issue in Kuwait I believe even in blog world they don’t want to get let it go.. Before going around the walls sneaking into each bloggers personal life and trying to know who is who take a deep breath …and think twice! Do you want other bloggers or blog readers to sneak in into your personal profile and know who you are and talk about it with others? If you don’t care then think again will they agree or accept you to enter they system and know what they are trying to hide from you?

If any bloggers want to show and tell the whole world this is me and I look that way and I work here and there then there we go they are ok with it and we can know it FROM them not behind their back. Working behind anyone back is a dangerous issue; if you need to know anything just ASK instead.

Let us stop ruining every good thing that is happing to our community, lets us fix the big mistakes we are doing in reality through cyber world, let bloggers express them selves freely do plug their minds and don’t block their mouth from talking, don’t tie they fingers from expressing. Let us help each other grow not shutting every one down, I lost great bloggers friends many of them closed their blogs for this reason stop my dear bloggers stop being nosy.


Tuesday, November 22, 2005

The Pandemic Girl




In the darkness of the night of a pandemic, a little girl on your door standing in maze looking! Hiding her body behind your place walls exposing her brown golden hair curled down on her tinny forehead; she tries to sneak a look at you with her bright rounded brown eyes. She sees you across the hall sitting on your chair being hugged with pillows surrounding your body, comforts her curiosity to take a step forward to passing the door.

In front of you she stands freezed under the door frame looking at you with her little white dress and matching her teddy bear with floral hat on its head hugging it tightly to her chest. Amazed is the only expression you see on her face. She bends her head forward to look into your face searching for your eyes to connect. Like a gypsy trying to find a lost love one in your eyes. She opens her eyes widely happily when your eyes fall directly to hers. Closer she gets; to your eyes she rushes hoping, praying, and blessing your heart.
Into your eyes she takes deep breath; oozes her fear; excited her to reach through with her tinny fingers to your dirty look beard refreshing every dry cell around every single hair. Little girl draws a smile on your lugubrious face, to praise your broken soul, nourishing your heart and gets you out of your dull solitude.
A hallow she is in the darkness of the pandemic!

Friday, November 18, 2005

Dads F1

Now see how Dad's solve every problem on earth :) !

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Papa of all times

Dear papa,
I'm writing to you and I know you won't read it or check it or maybe who knows. I just need a shoulder to hold on, I don’t know if you were here right now would you understand me or listen to me or support me but since I never met you enough to know you and never get the chance to experience anything with you else than beautiful memories all I can say now is I need you… although I don’t know how would you react.. and don’t know if you would be a person that I would trust and open to.

Papa i'm tired, and I feel lonelier as I meet more people, papa I need something. I need to talk without fear and express my self without tears. Can you hear me? Can you feel me?
Papa I can't read what I'm writing and I can't handle what's around me anymore, my friend is getting divorced papa and she will leave to her home land.. papa i'm so sad about it really she got married to an asshole, papa he hurt her in every way and yet he is enjoying his time and don’t give a shit about her.
Papa I want to help her but every time I do so my eyes papa my eyes get filled with tears and you know how I hate crying in front of anyone.

Papa I feel I don’t belong to anyplace nor any room.. my room feels dull my house feels empty my heart is in pain, you know about those people I just met and you know how I cared about them … but papa they are hurting me more and more as much as I'm being there for them and remembering them in a good way and respect them.

Papa they don’t stop making me feel down and weak and useless… I'm sure not papa but they are hurting me … even they are silent. Papa do you remember that teacher, engineer and Dr. do you remember how I respected them …well guess what now I became the bad guy and I'm the one who is bothering them. Papa all I did is care.

I need you papa I need your soul to visit me … I remember those visits of yours on my birthday night for the past years papa you would bless my whole year.. but now I need you papa I really need you. The people you chose to take care of me after your leave have changed they are no more what you know… they became shallow and easily to believe foolish stories. And who is to take over your place are actually the ones who used to help me build my self and guess what now they are hurting me in every way you can imagine…papa I can’t handle it any more papa I can’t .

The pain in my heart is double what was on back then when I discovered your gone forever. Papa you managed to surround me with tons of people who showed nothing but sympathy for the little girl who woke up one day to find out that the only love that would understand her and take a good care of her has gone.

Papa my uncles where there, my aunts were there my brothers and sister where there and my mom was there too with all the pain that is in her heart. She did a lot to keep me safe from harm she is actually and angel protecting me but papa no one could heal my pain nothing could stop those tears it's even getting worse the more I grow up. Papi I'm destroyed and I'm still willing to grow more and learn more and reach those clouds I want to be on, but my heart is weak, my brain is zoned, my voice is getting lower and my laughs are fake. Papa I need a love hug I need a shoulder that I would lay my head on without thinking million times or hold my tears.
I've always tried to hide my sadness from my mother your precious wife because I know she is as sensitive as I am and she needs who supports her too.. but she choused god to be her only supporter and he helped her go through with her life and be loyal to your heart and raise your kids the way you wished but papa I can’t open up with the sadness I have in my chest it will crack her and break her heart papa.

Papa I've been going through a lot and every time I get over it with optimistic smile and achieve in some other fields in my life but guess what now I had enough, I had enough smiling to people to make them feel good and they return it back to me by throwing a heavy brick embedded with needles and because you made the great choice with my mother those needles never made me bleed they just hurt me and made me cry.. and till today I never called for any help till today.

Papa as I said my friend is going home after that baby kid she got married to finally agreed on talking with her and they choused to separate and then comes this friend of mine who thinks I'm a psycho and they think its funny and that’s all because I asked about them and that other sweetheart who disappeared one of the sudden as if we didn’t use to share our thoughts all that time we did, and that other friend who used my sweet side to get into the family through you know who, and then this other friend who forgot me when she separated from her fiancé and that person who you know what happened and that other person who did this and that. Oh yeah and add to those people the ones who believe etc.

Did you see what Dr.Subra did to me? He lied so that I won't publish my work until he publishes his book. Papa I don’t know what to do. when I talked to you know who about it they recommend that I stop thinking of it because I'm better working than researching and when I talked to the other you know who was like yeah then do what they say and other  time with another suggestion.

Papa all those stuff I really don’t care about and I wont give a damn about them kil il qe9a I did a lot to too many and they returned it back with a slap on my heart, papa its hurts believe me papa I don’t wish for anything than your love and your hug and your shoulder to express my self on without any fears. I'm sick of being alone and no I wont get any closer to the ones around me.. those they need a smile to be drown on their face not teary eyes.

Papa did you see what L and F? did you see what B did? And do you remember M? oh well these are killing me how can I help them? I don’t want them to feel alone and wont be able to open up…well papa F opened up to me but I have to travel now to support. I can’t do that.

Papa I would love to tell you.. you left great things behind. My mother raised us well although I don’t listen to her much but the rest of the family they came up well papa really well you should be proud, I wish you can see what is B doing and R she is amazing papa believe me papa she is the sweetest thing ever but still they call her the mean girl and papa you don’t know how sweet she Is and how helpful she is. just like you she helps everyone without complaining or waiting for reward and F papa is building up and because he is your son he did the right choices and still is. They are really raising your name and now in addition of people stopping me to remind me how great person you were now they are stopping me to tell me about you and how great children your wife raised.

Me personally papa I think I'm not yet out there but I hope I will but I got from you lots of stuff as what mama and my brothers word. And the best thing of them all I got your eyes they say..  I guess you were hiding your fears too right papa?!
Well I will do my best and will prove to every one who tried to push me down that I can do it and I will reach that place and papa I got your perfume ( F got it for me as I gift.

Papa I love you.
You know who I am.
Note: would you please visit me I miss your smell.


Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Anyone intrested?

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Saturday, November 12, 2005

Belly 'n Beer!




What a beautiful week ahead of me ( life is great people I have to admit it; it's only otherwise when the little negative devil inside of us starts playing with our brain cells. People! in less than two weeks the scale added Seven kilo grams to my used to be weight! I can't believe my eyes! I can't believe my self. Which means I gained a minimum of half a kilo every single day?

Now let us think what I've been eating those past times!! Hmmm …
Believe it or not I wasn't eating any chocolates BUT I remember some depressed days where I ate only sugars and many Beers! And guess what those were only 3 days. Analyzing this issue those 3 days of bad eating habits added 7 kilograms on the scale! I can't believe my self.

To be honest its funny how stress can make me gain weight that easy, usually gaining any weight would be defused all over my body which normally from eating a lot and not working out (without stress) But now I gained them in my belly ! OMG!

So that’s why scientist believes Stress increases heart disease risks, the wider your waist is the higher risk of heart disease. It's funny to be honest gaining 7 kilos! I don’t remember gaining any weight in the past 6 years but now I DID LOL.  So stress  helps increasing body fat level and be at a higher risk of heart disease, interesting!

The funny bunny part of it that I just got my self a smaller size pants! Actually 2 of them and I just got my self 3 new outfits which are also a size smaller! Thanks to Mr. Stress I gained in a week 7 kilos OOOLLLAAAA… I think I'm an alien now LOL and I was wondering why I'm losing hair and my eyes aren’t shining anymore, it's all stress and I don’t know about it, or let's say I don’t want to admit it. Adding to those symptoms I was about to faint twice, fight with Dr.Dunia Ba6eekha on the field trip, was about to make 3 car accidents, can't see well, can't think right, feeling weak, having a shaky body and a humble me belly.

All these mentioned above are stress symptoms so my dear readers don't stress out just say what you have to say out loud and KICK SOME Asses this is the best part of it.

Honestly I'm cracking up this is extremely funny! Have a blasting day people and stay healthy, the fit nooni/juddy is coming to kick your big lazy fat ass of the chair LOL ! Unfortunately though I love humped bellies on men not on my self, so here I am working out again hoping those allergies won't come again and I'm running so watch out stay away from my way LOL (
Juddy om karsha HAHAHAHAHA!

Friday, November 11, 2005

Alwatan and Ziggy!


I can't believe my eyes.
Ziggy marely my baby is on the first page in al-watan news paper… everything about this bird in the picture says its him. OH my gosh!…I hope he won't catch the virus, ziggy daloo3 :(

I wish I can get him now …
I don’t know what to do!

Oh I miss him I really do miss him ,maynoon!.

For some reason im sure its him :!
Ok there is nothing written about him its about the avian flu but He was in the picture on the left bottom corner check it out. The picture is from the brids market(kuwait) being checkedup .

Monday, November 07, 2005

Crispy,Clean and Fresh



New day has come to bless those little chambers of beauty in our chest
Are you ready for it?


Dears,

How was your night? Did you sleep well? Personally I slept really well although tears were held in those tinny eyes. Ludicrously how this mood swings in us so easily although that’s not my type of personality at all, but recently thanks to certain incidents in my life I became one. I wonder is hanging more with women liberty females is making me one or being away from love ones might be another. But what the heck life goes one and I'm waking up Fresh, clean and crunchy (

Ramadan left with all its goodies, it was really good to me like every year never failed to rock my little world. Despite all the changes I experienced still that month was really good to me. I got to meet new people, got great compliments from many others and cleared my brain. Add to all that I missed many classes sleeping in my worm fluffy bed, isn't that great?

Now Adrenaline level at its optimum and rushing into business, with the sun rise my day should start and from what I learned in Ramadan my day feels different, BEAUTIFUL if I may say.

Good morning people ( I wish you a licious, crispy, crunchy, soft, tender, flowery, beautiful day. Enjoy the weather and drive safely.

Tell me: How was Ramadan this year? Did you enjoy it? Any special thing you would love to share? Or wasn’t your lucky month?

Today's Fever: (Adagio for strings) by Dj Tiesto

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Thank god it wasn't a Thong


Juddy is back dearest with her crazyness :)

Happy Eid every one.
Enjoy it to ZA EXTREME.
and dont mix up Viagra with beer (click me).