Average-Q8i

Insomnia

2011-07-27T06:45:00.005+03:00

*Warning - Unethical content in this post.

Trickles of sweat were tickling his temple as he sat on a bench alone, on a humid night, in the dim university campus, simply pondering on the sleeping trees.

He almost envied these trees for their ability to just sleep, uncaring of the outside elements of this world.

The trees' nakedness wasn't hindering them from the pleasure of exiting life for a few hours and returning on the mornings to resume their works.

A grin then escaped his lips. "I need to see a psychiatrist," he thought.

20/6/2011

"Chub wala kelma!!"

"Ya S3oud, mu ana elly yengally chub, mu ana."

"Btasketeen wella shlon?, Menu entay A9lan?, Who the fuck are you?. Ga7ba, ga9ait 3alaiha bkelmetain, Necht-haa, O Al7een Lo ta7lem ma ra7 tetzawaj men 7atta zabbal bangaly!! Tgouleen 'mno ana?' Entay wala shay, WALA SHAY."

Tears were beginning to form in her eyes, as she gathered her bra and panties, without even caring to put them on. She quickly zipped up her dress and slammed the door as she left.

S3oud simply continued sipping his scotch.

21/6/2011

"Just released, a police report just affirmed the death of a 19-year old female Kuwaiti student at the deceased's apartment in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The report said, 'Sarah Al-Thamy committed suicide by over-dosing on Vicodin, a pain killer.' The investigation is going as to why Sarah killed herself. Police never found a suicide note." ABC News.

S3oud's insomnia kicked in.

Not in anyway is this a true story. Names are fake.

7 Months.

2011-07-26T09:30:00.002+03:00

It has been around 7 months with me being in boring old Kansas. Studies aren't that great, well I have never been the study type, add to the fact that comprehending both calculus and chemistry is a difficulty I'm facing.

Life is good, yet I still didn't meet the right person for me to spend the next 3 years with in America. I'm referring to an American girlfriend of course ;). Nobody is noticing my beauty :(, bess wait for it.

Ma Wa7asht El Dar?

I miss Kuwait very dearly. Life here is not bad, but the comfort of home is longed for. Being asked about, knowing whats going on and sharing the grieves and happinesses with the family is something my heart aches about for not having.

And I miss writing. The inspiration is almost non-existent.

And believe it or not, my english is getting worst in America. Nobody is stimulating any intellect in my system, and everybody cares about drinking, smoking and possessing the best ass in Manhattan as a companion. That's the vice of being in a university town.

I went to Adele's concert dudes and dudettes. Something I'm bragging about although I know just a few of the lyrics in one song she sings.

Twitter has been gone in the last 2 months, as I was planning to 'concentrate' on my summer course, yet I believe it came to no positive avail, grades have barely gotten better, but they're better which is a good sign.

Its my exams period right now, and I wish I would do well and get the fuck out of here for a change.

Oh how much I miss blabbing around here, so Anony would comment and Zifny ;).

O Wait, let me dedicate a song to someone that may be reading this.

كنت أعرفك لما كان الحب يعرفك .. كنت أعرفك لما كان الطيب وصفك ..

كنت أشوف الدنيا فيك .. كنت أحب خوفي عليك ..

لكن إنت اليوم ثاني .. جاحد و قلبك أناني .. و السؤال عني يكلفك ؟ يبا كنت أعرفك ..

Well I'm not dedicating it literally because it doesn't really explain what I feel, bess inna its playing on my itunes now .. Lets continue ;p ..

عد و احسب كم عذرتك و كم عذر خليت عده ..

و عد جروحي من عرفتك .. و لا جرحي صعب عده ؟ ..

و أبعدك عن كل شكي .. و أنجرح و أسكت ما أحجي ..

Why is it that I'm feeling sad right now. I feel that, a select few that really care about me, which is sad La2ana y3ny, you'd think that you'd be cared about, bess inna la2, I don't feel it.

O I'm sad la2ana there is nobody that I really care about right now, nobody to share my emotions with. Just this blog and the occasional, although starting to be the rather frequent ciggy.

Such a liberating feeling to be able to write all of the random none sense that predecessed this sentence on a laptop's keyboard. And it doesn't require any energy at all, but a few minutes of worthless, misused minutes.

Till another, date-unknown, post, Tata.

Starbucks 8

2011-05-09T11:31:00.002+03:00

*Warning* - Unethical content in this post.

Infatuation was the prime sense that seized Yousef's mind, heart and soul. He was intoxicated by that powering feeling, yet he did not resist its presence. He welcomed it and embraced its existence in his system, in his life.

A while went by, after that acquaintance, before he remembered that he noticed something different in Dalal's appearance. He recalled that he loved that variance in her, but it tormented him that he could not pin-point that change. It was absolutely excruciating on Yousef.

He sat there, at the same Starbucks, at the same green table, where he met Dalal the second time, on a beautiful Monday morning. Yousef convinced himself that he was there, again, to wait for 5aled to wake up, after a another partying night in Dubai, yet he could not take away the idea that he might meet her again and witness that beauty before his eyes.

As he sipped his regular white mocha, Yousef tried hard to relive those 5 minutes of his life. He thought to himself, as he realized how enchanted he was by her, about how ridiculously fast was the time for him to fall in her charm.

He sat waiting, and imagining for two long hours.

7amad was enjoying his last free day in Kuwait, before he goes back to the army's training camp on Monday. Sitting in the Derwaza Cafe, smoking the grape flavor which he always loved and eating a shitty burger for breakfast made by the lousy morning staff at the cafe, he fondly remembered how much he missed his friends' presence there.

7amad, although a failed graduate from a private English school, never forgot his bedouin heritage. But on the contrary, he tried to make it a part of his life. His love for camels and the desert never left him, and he was exceptionally extraordinary in poetry. 7amad always entertained 5aled and Yousef with his poems that were brilliant, and could compete with the best of poets, despite his young age, however, his military duties compelled him and his poetry to never see the daylight of publicity.

After finishing his meal, he decided to call Yousef.

28/12/2009 12:32 pm

Yousef was startled by his loud blackberry indicating to him that he had a phone call. "Aloo?"

"Hala BuYa3goub, kaif el 7al?"

"7maid? 3ash men sema3 hal 9ot, walla b5air 6al 3umrekk, Ent shlonekk, shemsawyy?"

"Wallah b5air, yserrik el 7al? Shfeeh 9otek ya 5ooy? 3asa ma shar?" 7amad noticed a difference in Yousef's voice.

"Ma shar, ya 5ouk, ma shar, bess tadry, Eddenya o balaweehaa" Yousef, although rarely spoke out his feelings, wanted to disclose some of the emotions in him.

"Esma3 wana o5ouk, goully shelly m'9aygekk o Inshallah, el 7al 3endy." 7amad pounced on the opportunity to glance inside Yousef's heart.

"Ya 7amad, tara shakly 6e7t eb mushkelat 7ub." Yousef exhaled in comfort whilst confessing that fact to 7amad.

As he heard that sentence, 7amad exclaimed, "Wana o5uu Lulwa, Yousef yenjeber?"

"Ee wallah ya 7amad, sheft shlon?"

7amad never believed in love and before letting Yousef continue he said, "Esma3 ya Yousef, hal 7mara elly 5aletek mahmoum ketha ma teswa. O esma3 hal baitain elly thekart-hum, wana asma3 saleftek ya Bu ya3goub."

7amad started reciting on the phone,

تكفى يا بو يعقا ترا خاطري ضاق .. ما عاد به ناس تصون المحبه ..

كل ما عشقت, الوقت يعطيني طراق .. يقوللي صحصح؟ علامك؟ تنبه؟ ..

إنت بزمن ما فيه عاشق و عشاق .. هذيك تفرك كسها و ذاك زبه ..

أبي لي حب عذري مثل شمس الاشراق .. حب الذي في دنيته خاف ربه ..

ما يهمني لو آخره يآتي فراق .. الحب جرح القلب و الخل طبه ..

"9a7 lsanekk ya 7amad." Yousef was amazed by how related he was with that poem.

"9a7 bdenek ya 5ouy, o 9addegny taraha ma testahlek ya BuYa3goub." 7amad still did not understand Yousef's situation.

"7abeeb alby ya 7amad, mashkourr Yal '3aly."

"elmohem, el dector janbekk?"

"La walla, Lail7een bel fende8, shaklaa nayem."

"Zain zain, el wekad ana asta2then al7een ya 5ouy, O tredd bel salama, wala tkadder 5a6rekk."

"7abeeby, mashkour, o allah ysalmek men kel shar, bye." Yousef teased

"Shno bye, esta7, Ma3a El salama."

Yousef smiled at how 7amad never forgot his culture. He was satisfied by 7amad's call and thanked God for his presence as a friend.

7amad used the opportunity of 5aled's seclusion from Yousef and gave the med student a call. 5aled was asleep.

"Aloo," 5aled grunted, disturbed by the phone call.

"Hala Buwaleed, Kaif el 7al?"

"Minu?, 7amad?"

"3ajal minu? Ga7betek?"

"Hala bel zain, shlonekk yal 5ewee?" 5aled still has last night's wild effects in his system.

"3alamek mraffe33? Shsawait el bare7?"

"Masawait shay, la tsaweelna suwalef."

"Elmohem ya Dector, 5eweeyekk Yousef kalamta gabel shway, kan metkadder. Abeek, wana o5ouk, traffe3 men jawwa shway. 5allah yestanes shway b-hal safra. Fahem Shagoulek?"

5aled almost fell in a snooze, listening to 7amad. "Ee, Ee weyyak."

"Ee, waddah hal 7aflat, o eshbeka ma3a wa7da, la t5alleeh brou7ah."

"7a9'er, Taamer Amer Yal 5ewee."

"Yalla, Ma Tshouf Shar, salaam."

After hanging up with his friend, 5aled contemplated that idea. He liked it, and planned on making it happen. "It is gonna be a wild fuckin week in fuckin DUBAI." He thought to himself. Smiling.

Starbucks 7

2011-05-01T12:53:00.002+03:00

Regret began to infiltrate Yousef. The past two nights of drinking started to build up guilt in Yousef's conscience.

The reason why he drank was also cracking into him.

He drank because he thought of a girl that bewildered him. A girl that he saw just once, and could not take her off his mind. How could he do that? Why would he do that?

And now, here she was, heading towards him with a white paper cup, looking ever so fascinating. He met her again, at another Starbucks in another city, yet the effect was exactly the same.

Mesmerizment.

Hatred was the other aspect of his feelings. He hated the bars, he hated his mentality, he hated his lack of faith. He realized how big of a mistake drinking was. Not only to him, but the shame that would be bought to his family, if anybody knew.

He hated how he honored his late mother. He honored her by getting wasted.

The girl that made his heart beat faster with each step she takes to approach him shouldn't be forgotten through drinking. The girl that thrived with confidence, as she strides through the cafe, should be remembered. That girl, thought Yousef, should be loved.

27/12/2009 9:12

"Shfeek?" Said the girl, as she seated herself opposite of Yousef and noticed the different, grim expression on his face.

Yousef quickly adjusted his mindset and offered a genuine smile to her direction, "Mafeeny shay, 6al 3umrech, bess kent ga3ed afakker bsha'3la." Replied Yousef truthfully.

"Ahaa, my name is Dalal by the way." Said Dalal, as she returned the smile to Yousef.

Dalal & Yousef

"3ashat el asamy Dalal," he replied, "Wana esmy Yousef."

"O ne3m a5 Yousef."

"Allah yen3am b7alech, 6al 3umrech."

"Ee, O Shga3ed tsawy B-Dbay Mr. Yousef." Said Dalal with a playful smile, to try to break the ice.

"Walla, just partying out the engineering stress with a friend."

That innocent beauty.

That excruciatingly pretty smile.

Those eyes. Those indescribable eyes.

"Yousef, Yousef." Dalal called, interrupting his thoughts.

"Hala, 6al 3umrech, aamray." Yousef noticed that she was talking to him whilst he stared blatantly, straight at her eyes.

"Wain sera7t?" Although that was the second time she ever saw him, she felt comfortable asking him that question.

"Haa, laa walla, bess y3ny don't get me wrong, your eyes mashallah, wayed 7elween."

A blush escaped Dalal's cheeks. "Thanks." The reply was formal, yet that wasn't what she was feeling.

Before saying anything else to regain himself, Dalal continued, "El mohem, I got to go, 9ar akthar men 5 minutes, o a5af my cousins y7atouny, nice chatting with you Yousef, o hope to see you soon."

As she started to stand up from her seat, Yousef looked up and asked confidently, "And how will that happen, if I know nothing about you but your first name?"

"I'm sure I will," returned Dalal with the same confidence. "There are a lot of Starbuckses in this world."

A smile followed.

Understanding that particular remark, "Bye Dalal." Said Yousef with a grin overwhelming his face.

"Bye Yousef."

Butterflies never escaped their tummies, that day.

Starbucks 6

2011-04-30T13:06:00.003+03:00

Those brown eyes never left his mind. He kept thinking about them, endlessly. Yousef thanked his memory for remembering them so vividly.

He longed for more, he wanted to know more. What did she like? What did she hate? Was what he looked that day good? Good for her?

Who was she?

What's her name?

Yousef was waiting for 5aled to wake up after his long, eventful night out. Morning was Yousef's time, he loved the early, fresh breeze and thought that he could think much better in his mornings. Sipping his usual white mocha, with extra espresso shots to erase last night's heavy ingestion of Jin and watched people commute in and out the cafe.

Preferring the seat outside, to smoke his cig, Yousef let his mind wander. He let his mind wander into the details of her eyes.

28/12/2009, 9PM

"Oh it's you again?"

Startled, Yousef replied, "5air?" The face wasn't strange, thought Yousef. He knew those details, more than expected. A Deja Vu, he concluded hastily.

"Enta, the engineering guy, elly kent eb Mishref. Ee Enta."

Suddenly, the eyes began to sink into Yousef's system. She was her. "Entay." Yousef replied stupidly.

Glad he recognized her, "7asafa, there are no notes I can peek into this time," she replied with a fake frown.

Regaining his composure, he said, "Ma ye7taj yuba, a coffee is more than enough for you to have a seat, 6al 3umrech." He could not believe his own eyes.

"La, you seem to be enjoying yourself alone, I don't want to intrude, I just wanted to say 'hi'."

"Believe me, company is something very welcome with me."

"Ok, just for 5 minutes la2ana my cousins na6reeny in the hotel room, bess 5al aa5eth a mocha o ayee."

"7ayyach Allah."

Was this a start of something, wondered Yousef, as he watched her ordering from the barista?

Starbucks 5

2011-02-09T11:20:00.003+03:00

The death of Yousef's mum didn't really help him. The frustration, the anger that builded up in him was immense. Looking at his mum being carried from a cold room, seeing the familiar outlines of her body on top of people's shoulders, covered in a white cloth. Forced into praying in the front row of his mother's funeral. She, being so close, yet so far wasn't an easy thing to handle for young Yousef.

He was also moved by his father's behavior. Recognizing, for the first time, the weakness any human being can be exposed to. His father, the successful, wealthy, business man. The person that divorced his mother, the person that seemed to hate her, that talked shit about her all the time, was weak, fractured in her lifeless presence under that sheet. Tears never left his father's red eyes, and occasional bursts of baby whimpers were noticed by Yousef.

That was the first time Yousef was really tested by life, and it was a tough lesson that Yousef never passed.

After a period of lonesome time, Yousef, under the continuous pressure of his father to enjoy his time and get out of that depressing state, travelled to Dubai for the first time without his family. 7amad accompanied. A virtually unlimited cash flow was in Yousef's credit card, with the blessings of his father.

To say the least, it was fun.

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27/12/2009
"Ha Buwaleed, elyom Ay Club?" was Yousef's question, as he entered 5aled's room.
"Wallaa chinna Mal Ams Jayyed?, Mu Chithee?"
"Laa?, Ent tathker shay men Ams Allah Yhadak, 3ashan T3arf etha kan jayyed Wella La2?" Yousef joked, to start a chuckle between the two.
"Walla, La2." Answered 5aled. "A9lan nasee Esmaa ba3ad."
"Shfeek Ent Ath-wal?, Esma The Lodge"
"Yalla, 3ayal grayyeb, 5anrou7laa again?"
"Ana adree laish yal kalb tabee trou7, Hatheek elleeee Rega9t weyyaha o ma 5alait shay ma jesta feeha, shakelha mwa3detekk Ehnak?"
"Went shdarak 3anhaa?, Ana 7a6 3ainy 3alaik, ma hadait el kas, O Kent 6afee, Shlon La7a9't?"
"Yuba, 5ft la teshtekee 3alaik, Lammast Ellee Aku wellee maku, Shway shway, mu chithee 3ad"
"Ya Yousef, Ent shfeek?, Hatha el fan yuba. Ent mu meshait mbacher?, Raddat Weyyay Jessica, O kanat Laila men Bed Elleyalee"
"Kiss Ummek, SHLON? Ent wain o Hal 7elwa Wain? A5af 3amya"
"Expertise yuba, Expertise?" 5aled continued, "Went Laish ma 5athait Ma 9'aba6t A7ad?, Thalatha yaw solefaw weyyak. Shfeek?, Hal yomain chinnaa el Dubai personality ellee 3endekk 6aye7 Sougaa?"
"Walla madree, 7atta rag9 ma rega9t T9addeg?"
"Shfeeek, Bess masek hal Vodka o Ga3ed?"
Yousef hid his beautiful secret from 5aled, he didn't want to share a cheesy, romantic story at this moment with 5aled. So he kept silent.
"Ahaaa!" Exclaimed 5aled. "Dam chithe El Salfa, Goum baddel, Warana the lodge, I wannaaa lodge it, in it, yuba"
"La tensa el Durex, Mu tneechly Ay wa7da, 3ala bu ennaa Sakran o matadree 3an hawa darekk Lamma tred?"
"Taamer Amer M3alemnaa, O Ba3dain Ana el 6abeeb mu ent" 5aled, Joked again.

The night was very similar to the last. Yousef kept to his drinks, with shots of Jin with Mountain Dew being the main theme of his drinking night. And 5aled, went on working his magic with the various, diverse, hot expats in short dresses looking for some warmth from december's chills on the dance floor and possibly, hotel suites.

Starbucks 4

2011-02-07T04:06:00.004+03:00

Yousef never really loved a person before. He did have his occasional crushes in his previous school years, with gorgeously looking girls always within his sight, but never really loved a person. He respected girls, appreciated love, but never experienced it.

On the other hand, girls were all over Yousef. They were awed, by his mysterious personality. The calmness he always possessed, his well built body and his smile.

7amad, was a different story. 7amad loved the attention. He was the popular guy, and he always wanted to drag Yousef into the same kind of life. 7amad, did get the girls. He actually tossed them around, having a relationship one day, and breaking up for stupid reasons the other. 7amad was frustrated by Yousef's lack of action toward the girls that desperately longed for just a kind word from him.

Yousef was entertained by 7amad's short relationships. How 7amad would promise love and be all serious about it and shortly later, he would be dissing the girl and making fun of her, being mad. And the cycle would continue for months to come. Yousef often also offered fruitful advice to 7amad, when asked for, and they would, most of the time, work. 7amad always wondered how a guy like Yousef, with minimal experience, would know so much about girls and their lives, how they acted and how to deal with it.

"Why the fuck doesn't he date someone?" 7amad repeatedly asked.

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25/12/2009
Yousef just woke up from a deep sleep on the comfortable King-Sized bed of Jumeirah Beach's Movenpick. It was about 3:30 PM and he was hungry. 5aled would be reaching Dubai by 8:00 PM so he wouldn't wait that long for him without food. Showering in the white bathroom, and went down to 'The Walk' to look for his favorite Indian restaurant, Indian Palace.

Whilst eating, a brilliantly cooked Beryani, Yousef was thinking about that previous sighting.

Where Was she heading?
Who was with her?
Why the fuck is she so gorgeous?
Why am I still thinking about her?
Did she notice me?
Is she possibly in Dubai?

He tried spotting her in Gate 21, the Fly Emirates gate in Kuwait's airport, but he didn't find her. She engulfed his mind, she was constantly there, mingling in him, infiltrating his heart. Why?

He then shifted his thoughts to what he was going to do in Dubai. Suddenly a faint smile built up on his face. Yousef was planning on having fun here, with 5aled as usual.
He then remembered 5aled's comment once in a gathering in their gahwa, "Yousef Dbay 3'air 3an Yousef LeKwait, 3'aaiiir."
The smile turned from a faint one to an outright one.

"Do you want a refill on that Heineken, sir?" Asked the waitress.

Starbucks 3

2011-01-20T09:55:00.003+03:00

Yousef grew up in an unusual household. His parents separated when he was 10, but that didn't actually hurt him. He never thought much about it. He liked his parents together, but their continuous fights made them seem much better separated. The complications after a few years of the divorce did affect Yousef.

Yousef didn't have to move out of his house, he stayed in it with his mother. His father got another house with another wife 6 months later.
A few years after that, when Yousef was a month from celebrating his fourteenth birthday, he received life-alternating news.

Whilst in class at school, the Co-ordinator came into the class and asked for Yousef to step out and talk to him. Whilst getting up, Yousef kept recapping the day in his head to remember if he did anything stupid that required that unexpected intervention by Mr. Harry. Getting out of class, Yousef noticed a very nervous facial impression. Mr. Harry lead him to his office and offered Yousef a seat that he accepted. "Your father is going to pick you up in a few minutes Yousef," Mr. Harry began.
"Why?" Was the response by Yousef.
"Um, it seems there is some kind of emergency at home, but I know no details." The untruthful impression was responding.
Moments later, a startled maid came by and said that Yousef's father was in the reception. Yousef walked confidently, but a pinch in his heart was aching everything in his body. Curiosity was, too, eating up on him.
As soon as Yousef's father laid eyes on his son, very rare tears began pouring down his dad's eyes. Yousef was just standing there, trying to absorb what was causing all of this. Nausea is the primary feeling in his body right now. Tears were also seen on the receptionist's cheeks and the maid too.
"Baba, Sh9ayer?, Shfeek ga3ed tabchee?"
Yousef's father hugged Yousef, a very strong hug.
"BABA, SHFEEEK??" Yousef exclaimed.
Between his tears, his father said, "Ta3al el Sayara, awal shay."
Without any defiance, Yousef went to the car.
"Yousef, 3a9'am Allah Ajrekk"
More calmly, with panic building up, "Meno Tewaffa?"
"Ummek"

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24/12/2009
Yousef was entering Kuwait International Airport, with just a small carry on bag following him on wheels. He planned on spending the winter break at Dubai. Finishing the check-in process at Fly Emirates, he was glad to see the long-haired, topless, green mermaid's logo. Yousef, noticed his heart's skip of beat, as he remembered the incident 3 months ago at Mishref.
Ordering his usual white mocha, that lacked any whip, he thought back to that particular incident. Yousef learned that, even the attempt of trying to recall that day, bought joy to his heart.

That white dress,
The brown hermes bag,
That perfectly tanned skin.
That white, angelic, knee-lengthed dress,
The depth of her brown eyes, almost matching the bag's antiquity.
The courage,
Boldness,
Beauty.

A boarding call to his plane, interrupted his thoughts, and alerted him to go through to the gate. As he cleared his Starbucks' table, he sighted a familiar figure. A very recent sighting of that person was probably what made them so familiar. Yousef tried so hard to remember the name of that person.
Adjusting his sight more towards them, furry Ugs were captivating the lower part of her skinny dark-blue jeans. On top, she was hugged by a thick, heavy, grey Georgetown University hoodie.
Fixating his pupils on her long brown hair, and then on those brown eyes. Everything suddenly got much more clearer. The person that captivated his thoughts, was once again infront of him. Alone. Seconds later, a guy approached her and offered her a grande Starbucks beverage.
Not caring about the frequent 'No Smoking' announcements, he took out a dunhill, lit it up, and complained to his everlasting best-friend.

Merry Christmas!

2010-12-25T19:16:00.000+03:00

Merry Christmas from DC.
It's snowing on Christmas morning.
It's like a dream come true.
Yes, I just arrived here, and I'm loving it.
Life can't get any better.
I'm happy.

Starbucks 2

2010-12-02T01:59:00.004+03:00

Yousef wasn't an abnormal person. He had quite a lot of friends with 5aled and 7amad being his closest out of the bunch. The scale in which the proximity of his friendships isn't calculated by literal closeness, they're his best friend due to the basic fact that whenever he's free, he's with them. No deep, personal discussions are ever discussed with his companions.
The inability to discuss stuff with his friends frustrates Yousef massively. Venting out, in Yousef's world, is summarized in a ciggy. It's hard to find Yousef without a fag between his fingers.

5aled, an established 20 years-old medical student at Kuwait University, met yousef in a football match 4 years ago. As always, Yousef was chain smoking his Dunhills anticipating a goal by Al-Arabi football club, alone, and 5aled was right next to him at the packed end of the stadium absolutely disgusted and annoyed by the endless smoke.
5aled interrupted Yousef's absorption in the match, "Yal 3'alee, Chinna wayed tda5en?"
Yousef, surprised by the interruption, replied in a mannerly way, with the infamous phrase, "Hammee, Lo shekaita 6efl, Terak 7aleeb umma o Wala3 zegara."
A chuckle by 5aled broke the ice instantly. "Wel faree8 mu msa3dekk ba3ad."
"Ee Wallah, hal kalb el mudarreb, 9arat el degeega 70 o lail7een mu mbaddel wala la3eb, Madree shno Na6er."
The exchange of words continued till the end of the game and resulted in a further exchange of numbers. Since, a seat was always reserved for the other in any game and the friendship grew more.

7amad's friendship with Yousef started at school, and they were 'best friends' since. Although 7amad took a U-turn in his education and joined the army due to his constant failing grades, but the meetings with Yousef and then Yousef/5aled never stopped. The trio bonded in their own means of interest and enjoyed the company of each other.

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17/9/2009
Yousef was at el Derwaza alone, watching a live UEFA cup match, and complimenting it with more drags and puffs of his cigarettes. He was awaiting the arrival of 5aled and 7amad as they always meet up here at the weekends. 7amad would come back from his training base and 5aled finishes his studies and comes here for some relaxation time.
Yousef tried to concentrate at the match, but the thought of that angelic stranger that sat at his seat would always come back gently to his mind. He couldn't get her out of there. He was actually contemplating the idea of maybe going to starbucks and maybe finding her there.
Yousef was then interrupted by the arrival of 5aled. 5aled noticed something different about Yousef. He was astray, not his usual self, especially when watching an entertaining match.
"Bu Ya3gouub, Tara el mbara 3-3, shfeeek sar7aaan??"
"Haaa?" Confused, Yousef was surprised by the result. "Shfeenee Ana?" He thought to himself.
The day continued normally after that, but he still couldn't shake her out of him.
And he lit another cigarette.

Starbucks 1

2010-11-21T23:04:00.004+03:00

Days were ordinary for Yousef. Very ordinary. Engulfed by his studies at ACK, Yousef was trying to prove everybody wrong.
To prove that life, although endlessly cruel, is a beatable thing.
To prove that miseries and woes piled on upon him, could be dissolved and hidden, although only temporarily.
Life for this, 18 year-old, was simply dragged in and puffed out through his Silver Dunhill treasures.

He also found another outlet to hide himself from life. Studying. Yousef found peace and tranquillity in placing himself regularly near the left window of Mishref's well-known starbucks. Over-studying himself.
Getting that engineering degree was Yousef's idea to the route of freedom. Freedom from the shackles of life. Freedom from the chains of his ever-lasting miseries. Freedom from everyone.

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16/9/2009
Yousef was roaming Mishref Co-Op getting a routine ciggy break from his studying, holding a paper cup of the cold white mocha he ordered an hour ago and drinking the remaining sips of it.
As he crushed the bud and returned to the packed coffee shop, he was surprised by a foreign presence at his seat.
A girl was seated on his chair and seemed to be looking through his notes. Yousef did not recognize her.
Meanwhile, Yousef did recognize that she was a beautiful girl. He felt somewhat fortunate.
The girl, was dressed in a knee-length white dress complimented by a brown bag. Yousef also noticed how perfectly tanned her skin was.
"5air?" Yousef faking his impatience.
Surprised, the girl hesitantly but softly replied, "Walla sorry, mu 8a9dee. Ana yait o ma legait mukan o enta mukanekk fa9'ee, fa gelt ag3aad o a5ale9 my drink o amshee"
"O notatee?!, You're going through them e5tee."
Comfortable with the English, she fluently returned, "I study engineering, O well, la7a9't inna you do too, so I took a look. Bess Sorry, I really didn't mean on intruding."
With that she stood, faintly blushing, and apologized again then left swiftly.
Yousef, adjusting himself back to the seat was simply mesmerized.

Looks!

2010-10-23T13:10:00.002+03:00

Glimpses of hope.
A stare, a look. A very quick look.

Eyes meet.

Eyes leave each other, with regret preceding their next action.

A 'hello'.
A 'hi' back.

That's it.

Ra7altay ..

2010-09-19T01:14:00.003+03:00

Poof!
Just like that.
Leaving me alone, lost in my thoughts.
Overwhelmed, bewildered, astonished.

2 Days later

160
Hints of a tear began to form as I drove back home.
3araft el nas wel denya, Nader el wefa feeha, Rwaished's meaningful lyrics piercing the depths of my heart.
180
Two sleepless nights and a sickening diet's toll are already in action. No energy whatsoever.
The VW's churning engine's sound effects failing to match Bu5aled's beautiful performance in this classical oldie.
220
I seemed to be for once in control, the road completely my own. No back-stabber. No unfaithful.
No love.
240
Atharee kel ma geltay kalamen fe kalam
A quick thought of her managed to infiltrate me.
260
A blast.

0
3ala Eddenya el Salam
The last thing my mind processed.

10/11/2010
She was back.

USA

2010-09-13T04:13:00.002+03:00

In a couple months time I'll be tweeting from Uncle Sam's pad.
I got accepted in Civil Engineering at the United States of America by the Ministry of Higher Interior.
Now the thing is, what university should I go to?
I've been impresses a lot by Penn State University, but I do have a lot of other options.

I really regret the fact that I'm not going to be stationed in England.
Also for the fact that I won't be studying Political Science, but then again, this is life. I'll try to nurture whatever I got that needs to be preserved and hopefully pursue a related career.

3eedkum Mbarak By the way.

Anony still awaits her long forgotten 9ou3'a .. Which I'll try to bring in for her anytime soon.

Saher el Lail!, That's me :( ..

Future Engineer?

2010-08-28T01:25:00.002+03:00

I just applied at the Ministry of Higher Education for a scholarship to London, and unwillingly listed 4 wants of 3 different typed of engineering.
Come kill me right now.
I despise anything related to maths/physics. And I'm shoving myself into just that.
7asayef!
Malee 5lg Akamel Ketaba ;p ..
Too lazy ..
Too Fat .. ;p . .

Solidaire Memoirs

2010-08-13T08:12:00.007+03:00

27/7/2010 23:55
Downtown, Beirut.

Absorbing the familiar feel of Beirut's biggest tourist attraction, Sale7 got seated at the reasonably crowded Le Petit Cafe. With music on full blast at M7md 3abdu's songs, and the uncomfortable hustle of the waiters, he tried to suck everything in with a deep inhale of the smoke of different Sheesha Flavors, followed by a rejuvenating exhale to balance everything in his system.
Whilst tipping the waiter, Sale7 ordered his usual 'two apples' m3assal, with a glass full of ice to accompany his can of Pepsi. He, then, set his sights on the tables nearby and examined every face, every piece of clothing and every beauty surrounding him.
Solidaire was, as usual, bustling with life. Pretty gals, mostly Saudi, filling up the center attraction of this city. And Sale7 wasn't complaining, he didn't mind some eye candy.

As he puffed rich, white, apple flavored, smoke through the atmosphere, he heard the starting tunes of a once favored song. Tunes that he wished he wouldn't listen to again. Tunes that particularly raised his emotions. Especially in Lebanon, especially in Solidaire.
He listened as the tunes soon collaborated with words and became a perfect portrayal of him and his past and present and maybe his distant future.

The song.

1/6/2009 20:20
Downtown, Beirut.

"Sale7, Chenni De5t." Said the soundly synced voice of Layla.
Sale7 Returned. "Shasaweelech?, Tawha Ma 9arat Tes3, O Ana Emmazejj 7aleyyan Ma3a BuNourah O Sheeshtee, Fa Ma 3alaiich Amer, Bakammel Tamzeejtee."
"Enzain Banam, Walla De5t! Yalla 3ad Sallou77."
"Tara Ana el Dala3 el Zayed Hathaa, Ma Yamshee 3endee, Tabeen Tamsheen?, Ka Aku Malyoun Taxi, 20 Dollar o Ywaddeech el She88a" Sale7 replied saracastically.
"Bess enta Tadree, Ya A5 9ale7, el 7abeeb, Ennee Ana Ma A3arf Anaam ellaa 3ala Karshetekk" She replied with an increased pitch in her voice.
"9ij?" Rhetorically.
"Ee yuba, T3awwadt 3ala karshetekk hathe"
"Enzain Layla, bess t5ale9 hal e3'neyaa namshe, Ok 7abeebtee?"
As she rested her head on his shoulder, Layla whispered, "Sale7, tara a7ibbik"
With a long kiss on her head, he replied gently "Wana akthar!"

As a tear began to build up, Sale7 fixated his sight at the people pilgriming The Solidaire, showing off their lavish clothing and sparkly accessories. Reminiscing on the possibilities that followed that heavenly night. The innocence that engulfed it and her. 'A touch of majestic brilliance' as he always described her.
The more he thought of that particular moment of time, the more pain seemed to choke his own breath. That moment, that summed up her. Just Her. Layla.
Memories began to flood.

15/7/2009
EddeSands, Jubail.

At the famous beach, a large percentage of the attendance were model-like beauties. Layla sensed her heart sinking into her chest as a hint of jealousy started to unease her presence. She forgot to acknowledge her lengthy hours at the gym, her slim figure and the eyes turning at the sight of her entrance to the pool area with a very short overall that covered a soon-to-bewilder red bikini.
She clasped Sale7's hand as she picked two beach chairs and got seated after arranging the towels.
Layla took off her overall and lied down on the extended chair to get comfortable under the sun. She, then, began to oil herself with the suntan and caught a glimpse of Sale7 staring at her.
"Shfeek T6ale3 Chithee?!"
"I'm stunned?!"
"Laish Balla?, Feeh Shay 3'ala6 Shaklee?!" Layla said as she was checking herself for faults"
"Perfection" He replied with utter confidence that surprised her.
"3asa Allah La Ya7remnee Mennekk"

Hidden tears followed.

88%!

2010-08-12T05:23:00.001+03:00

They Say I Passed!
Well; Actually I Passed ..
El 7amdelela; I never imagined I'll get this much with the effort i gave in; Which is next to nothing!
Thank God .. O Inshalla I'll do well in life and make my parents Proud ..

Destination; Beirut

2010-08-06T23:37:00.001+03:00

Am Heading to Beirut Tomorrow.
That's it.

Horizon

2010-08-02T16:19:00.002+03:00

It was just an ordinary stroll took by 'him' along the beach. No pre-walk plans, no scheduled timings ahead of it. Nothing. Just a thought about walking, that triggered the actual stroll.
Alone.

He did believe that a person should take a few hours off his surroundings and have some moments for himself. The thing is that, most of his hours were to himself already. Nobody asking about him, and not reaching out to anyone. Just him and himself.

He started off alongside the approaching water. Barefooted. Feeling the coldness stored by the sea throughout the months of the summer sun.
Almost sensing that the sea is trying to show off it's successful efforts in withholding the cold temperature in it. But then he remembered how, he had the same coldness in him, despite of the heated events around him. He seized feelings.
He felt that, just thinking about those incidents a couple of months ago, he can collapse on the cold waves.

His sight transfixed towards the sky. That black canvas, glittered with countless stars. He recognized that sighting, he related to it. But couldn't figure out exactly how did he know it.
Suddenly, his chest ached. A wave of pain, rushed through his body. A sign. He then realized.
His heart. That black blank shape above of him was an exact portrayal of his own source of living.
That organ was black, enlightened by three stars, three loves.
Nothing else.

The stillness of that night scared him. Terrified him. The stillness took over the ever-increasing tone of the waves.

He sat down for a while, resting his tired body after that long walk. Looking out at the horizon. Noticing the minute, newborn rays of the rising sun peeking out of the stretched length of the sea.
The sea was growing fiercer every little moment.

He lied down on the moistening sand. Impressed by the breath-taking rise of the sun, the fast growth of light rays. Contemplating the opening of a new blank 'white' page. A virgin start.

Just as the exhilarating thoughts began rushing through his head, he saw a massive wave approaching steadily towards him. A similar one building up in his chest, hurting every muscle of his body.

He Laid on his back in an attempt to brush the, now, excruciating pain out of his system. Closing his eyes fooling his body into sleep.

The wave washed him, and resided back to it's sea.

Not to open his eyes again.

Jumeirah Beach Residence

2010-07-31T01:36:00.003+03:00

Yes, Im in Dubai!
How fast things can go is scary.
Not only that, after a few hours I'll be heading back to Kuwait after exactly one week staying in the mostly humid, outrageously high rising city of Dubai.
And, oh yes, I enjoyed every moment of it.
From the seemingly endless hours of reading Jeffery Deaver's thrillers in Movenpick's lobby to the brilliantly unscripted magical moments with my best friend and his cousin and his my best friend's father.
Great moments, really!

And oh, let me mention something. I've never seen as much knees, yes knees, in one place as much as Dubai.
el wa9'3 Sebeeeeeeeeeeel ..
You'd think you're in Europe, if not for the unmistakable gulf weather and the frequent Arabic inscriptions on the road signs.
Other than that, Knock your fuckin self out.

Not to mention, yesterday's venture to the hotel's last 'Party' before Ramadhan. The drinking, smoking and dancing was all new territory for me.
And No, rest assured, I didnt experiment.

This week, along with the tons of photos I personally took, shouldn't be forgotten, as it is really a refresher and a soothing way to prepare us, me and my bestie, for the IGCSE results upcoming on the 12th of next month.
Shit!

Anyways, I really enjoyed this.
And also, I really miss my beloved Kuwait.
Now let me go finish the remaining 35 chapters of Rajaa Al Sanea's Girls of Riyadh, that I am really Savoring and Relishing, and aiming to finish before reaching Kuwait.

ABK'er

2010-07-09T13:45:00.004+03:00

Our trip to Lebanon have been cancelled, and the annoying fragments of boredom have been increasing by the millisecond.
So, with the great intervention acted out by Ma Mere, she, so surprisingly, got me a summer job with The Ahli Bank of Kuwait.

The nice thing about the flawed job is that, I would wake up everyday at 6:30, take a refreshing shower, slip into the already prepared and incensed dishdasha, put on, so gratefully, my 3'etra and wake up my dad to deliver to the Head office of the Bank.
Not to metion, my agonizing footwear which consists of some kind of pointy shoes, made apparently to annoy the wearer of such item.

Although yesterday just marked my 3rd day of a 3-week journey at the bank, I noticed the absolute lack of work I was handed.
I'd just sit behind a person who at that moment hates his life, and to increase his frustration, I'm added to the equation, and he would, oh so unmannerly, teach me the arts of such job.
At only my third day, I noted that most of them would give up on me, and just spill their miseries to my listening and comprehending ear. They would, excusably, talk about their regrets, and how they hate their job. How they wished they would continue their studies, and have a better job. Their talks have a lot of needed advice to me. I'm always listening and handing a consolable word or two. But most of them just fucked up.

And the clients, well most of them have petty problems and just need to acknowledge the existence of the World Wide Web and actually learn how to solve them, whilst the others do just worry about the couple of thousands of Dinars in their bank account. The costumers are good, Sh7alat-hum, a lot of them come with a good-hearted will.

The thing that is shocking, is the amount of commissions charged at each and every transaction. Dinars and Dinars are wasted from costumers and clients on very easy transactions. And the more shocking thing is that almost all of these commissions can be played around and dealt with, with no single Fils wasted.

The Bank is actually good, the beautiful thing about it is that most of the people working have a good aroma and presence. No air of hatred or bad charisma.

3-days, and more of this is actually noted but forgotten right now.

Now the question is, should I mention the name of the bank or is it unprofessional from my part. I seem to be very critical in this post. I'm almost imagining the manager actually calling me up to her office demanding an explanation for this post. But, then again, Its not like my blog is the most read thing in Kuwait!

gonna Post it!

Cancelled

2010-07-06T14:31:00.000+03:00

Due to off topic reasons

And Again!

2010-06-30T08:20:00.002+03:00

Its like history is repeating itself.
I'm heading to Lebanon, again by car, on the 2nd or 3rd.
The thing is, this time, I'm not really looking forward for the trip. I mean, I realised that travelling to Lebanon with just the family, is somewhat boring.
I'm a 16 year old.
I need my freedom, my fun. My Older brother won't come, my older sister won't come. I'm stuck with my parents, and *Younger sisters.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, on the contrary, thank God I have the opportunity to actually travel. But. It can be much more fun with cousins, friends.

This time for the road trip, I will be much more equipped as I learned from my past experience.
Essentials;
- Ipod
- A readable Book
- Flash Light
- A Good Cushion
- Camera

I really hope, I'd enjoy this trip.
I know that I adore Lebanon, its weather, people, girls! Everything.
I just need something to make me feel less than an actual prisoner.

I hope my dad would let me drive through this treacherous trip, I need some fun for God's sake!

UmSalem!

2010-06-27T04:49:00.003+03:00

My one and only.
The candle that lights my family.
The smile that melts my heart.
The hug, that solves everything.
The innocent kiss, that I need, I just need for me to complete my day efficiently.
The talks, the surprisingly intriguing talks, that richen my heart with joy, pride and unlimited love.

UmSalem, I Can't sum her up in a post. Hell, she can never be summed up.

She owns one of those rarely found hearts, that never explored evilness. A heart that is absolutely free of hatred. A heart that never holds any grudges.
A heart that literally pours unconditional kindness.

The happiness that I naturally possess during her presence, the satisfactory feeling that I gain by just knowing that she's there, right next to me, playing with her medallion on the ground.

An example of a pure creation.

Allah Ya7fe9' E5tee Lee; O Y5alleehaa Doum Salmaa; O Mestansa; O Met-hanya!

Is There Someone?

2010-06-21T00:34:00.003+03:00

A thought stroked my mind today, a pleasant one I must admit.
What if there was someone, an anonymous someone, that cared for me, had a crush on me, liked me?, without me knowing.
What if there was someone, that is missing me terribly? wishing to talk to me but didn't pick up enough courage to do so?
No, I'm not a paranoid person, that just thinks about himself, that is actually that self-centred to think that way, but its just a thought!, What if?

I'm always used to have my own, one-sided crushes that rarely worked but this thought changed the balance of the whole situation.
I'm not insinuating that I currently know of, somebody who has a 'crush' on me, I'm just writing what's on my mind. Bluntly and absent-mindedly! A thought that I thought is quite interesting!

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On a very different note, I'm well into my holiday, and its going quite well. I didnt start 'reading' the thing, Bess I'm reading this novel that's nice by a so-called 'Ken Follett ', and a lot of things are surprisingly occupying me. Something I do appreciate, as I really despise the state of boredom that hit me on holidays!

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Also, I would like to Salute FourMe on her strength and great will that is admirable on all stages by me and other people. She's such a powerful person.
Allah Yshafeeha; O Ya7meeha .. O Ya36eeha el 9e77a Wel 3afyaa o 6oulat el 3umr!

And Anony; I really Can't express enough their effect on me.

Finished!

2010-06-12T00:49:00.004+03:00

I'm actually finished. Finished. FINISHED!
FINISHEDDDD
I Can't Believe it; absorb it?; I'm actually finished.
No more school; No more School!; No More School!
I can't imagine my self school-less! I just Can't.
My Life?
11 years; Every day of the eleven years; I've been going to that School.
And Now .. Poof .. It's Finished.

I Can't Sense Freedom!
I can't feel freedom!
I've been told that these are bitter-sweet moments!
I don't Find any Sweetness; NONE!

I'll miss it!
I'll miss my friends, and not the ones that I'm close to; NO .. The ones that I just say 'Hi' to. Those are the ones that make it better!
I'll miss the teachers!; No more endless conversations of Non-School related topics.
No more shit singing in the corridors!
No more 'Good Mornings' To smiling people!
Shit!

I just can't comprehend it!
I'm Finished!

I don't like this feeling!
I don't like change!

Baq9am; Has left the Campus :(!

Did I Do a Mistake?

2010-06-06T22:43:00.002+03:00

The occasional doubt is kicking in again! Since I realised that I'm actually an agnostic person, I stopped praying due to the obvious reason. But I miss it, I really do.
Although it was just an 'exercise', the impact it has on my life proved to be apparent. The satisfaction you get after each prayer, and the relief you experience is what anybody would long for. Who doesn't want a constant feel of relief, 5 times a day, 7 day a week and so on.
Also, the fact that I'm constantly lying to my mum, is nerve-wrecking. I hate seeing myself deceive my mother. She expects me to pray, and I need to pray, bess for God; Mu 7agha.
The question is; Did I do a mistake by stopping my prayers?
Should I be praying even though, I'm in an extreme state of doubt.

The good thing is that by Saturday, I'll be starting my quest, by reading Tafseer el 8ur2an; something I really am looking forward to.

5ayeff!

2010-05-31T22:54:00.002+03:00

A worry has been eating me up these days. What if I didn't do enough? What if I fail my Ig's or not bring up the grades I was aiming for?
Something that's completely factual and is of utter truth is that I didn't work hard for these grades, I didn't study hard enough, I didn't care enough.
These moments of my life are supposed to be one the most strenuous and gruelling times of my life, where the sole reason of my existence are the books and my head wouldn't part these textbooks a couple of milliseconds.
But, I'm not any of this. I'm taking the whole Ig's thing very lightly. I'm not studying like I supposed to be, Oh, why the present tense? I didn't study like I was supposed to.
My Ig's finish on the 11th and I have finished 5 subjects forever in my high school career which are Maths, Physics, English 2nd Language, Arabic 2nd Language and Geography. And I have 4 subjects left with different papers which are; Biology, Chemistry, economics and lastly English 1st Language.
Let me go through each of the 9 subject one by one and explain to me my situation, should I be that worried?

1- Maths; Oh well, this subject is the only one that I got tuition for, and I think I did good. I had a good understanding of the subject and came out of both papers with an unconcerned nature and that's comforting, Right? Well yes, it was one of the easiest exams ever in the Ig History. But the thing with maths, is that the grades are unpredictable and the silly mistakes are counted by the millions, so its considerably a matter of luck.
Another thing, that is a bit worrying, is that just last night, I dreamt about my maths grade and it turned out that I got an E. Very realistic dream that made me very happy when I woke up of the dream.

2- Physics; Oh, Physics' paper 3, The hardest and most graded paper, was extremely hard and made me very uncomfortable. I'm very pessimistic with this subject after that particular paper and I think I'm going to fail this one.

3- English 2nd Language; Inshalla A!

4- Arabic 2nd Language; If I didn't get an A*, I need, either to be admitted to a mental hospital or commit suicide!

5- Geography; Well I entered all three paper with minimal studying and just with my greatly self-admired attribute of me, my common sense. I think I did good and at least a C would be sufficient for my pleasing.

6- Biology; I did 2 papers out of 3, and they were to a certain extent good; I still didn't do the multiple choice which I'm currently fearing due to my lack of studying. I also need to be very thankful that the hardest paper of this subject turned out to be another geography exam which was nice.

7- Chemistry; NO COMMENT; I Have the hard paper coming up, I think I'm going to Fail it :(; I should do some past papers but Im not!

8- Economics; I just need to learn the supply-demand graph; But i still yet to learn it; Fuck me!

9- English 1st Language; I missed out on yesterday's 4 hour revision lesson; I also think I'm going to at most get a C from this exam.

Extremely Boring post; I even bored myself writing it; Oh well I guess its a post for me to read after I get disastrous results on August; and just regret my, not even funny, lack of studying.

Faster Than a Ferrari?

2010-05-29T02:45:00.002+03:00

Fast.
Time is running with ferocious velocity and it't accelerating by the second.
Everybody is noticing this; seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades are flying by unnoticed, unappreciated.
I don't like it.

I hate that time is becoming of passive importance amongst a lot of people. People just don't understand the concept of it nor do they pay it enough attention, I don't even understand it. But what's really obvious and almost all of us are oblivious about is that time is escaping.

Where is it?

Yesterday, just yesterday was new year's eve.
before yesterday was the day I opened this blog, oh and by the way, before yesterday is Average's first birthday.

How is it like that?
What makes like that?
How can I Saviour the moments of joy, pride, happiness and even sadness?
How can I remember all of these feelings, all of these momories that are fading from my mind by the minute?

I hate that I have a bad memory, I hate that I can't remember everything, especially the good and funny stuff of my life.
I envy people that can remember joyful moments and just laugh at them and admire them whilst I can't do that.

Funny enough, one of the only things that makes me look forward for judgement day is the fact that I can remember absolutely everything that happened in my life. I'd probably don't want that at the time due to my heavy sins and very little deeds, but right now, that's one of the things that makes me assured and content.

Returning to our present, Where is time? Why is it in such a dangerous hurry?

I don't want to blink and another year passes by, I really don't.

This frightening speed taken up by time belittles life on Earth, it just makes it very insignificant.
What's life?
Just several decades of joy and agony that is all summed up under Earth. Whether rich or poor, whether good or bad, we're all heading for the same direction.
And that's scary, Is there something afterwards?
Will we be remembered in a good way?
Will we survive the hereafter?

Time is an extremely interesting subject. It's just so enlightening and acts like a lesson every time you think about it. It moralizes a human being and makes him understand the importance of life or its unimportance. Such an effective way of teaching a lesson.

I know that with a blink of an eye, I'll remember writing this, a month from now or even a year, or even a decade, and think about it exactly the same.

"Time proved to be Faster than a Ferrari" ..

Conscience or Image?

2010-05-27T23:23:00.002+03:00

Am I fearing a ruined image of me? Or is it really my conscience?
I currently believe that I'm tricking myself into believing that it's actually my conscience whilst what I have come to realise is that I cant tolerate me being talked about in a bad way.
I despise that.
I lack confidence.

I made a wrong decision, Who doesn't? I think I made wrong decisions forever.
But, never were these decisions questioned nor even noticed.
Whilst this particular decision I decided mere 2 days ago was to some extent public. This decision is making people, I think, question my goodness.

Well the question is, Do I really possess goodness?
I always wonder why a big number of 'good' people that gain power, turn out to be bad eventually with the influence of power and money.
I also thought that whenever I gain any sort of power, I would not gain advantage from nor misuse it.
But, on a minute scale, I got that power, and instantaneously I made the wrong decision with no hesitation, with no consideration and with no ethics whatsoever.

The scary thing is that, I didn't come to realise that I made a mistake until I knew people were dealing with it and talking about it. When I realised that my 'goodness' is being questioned and a bad spot have been entered into my 'allegedly' sparkly white files.

How many mistakes did I do?
How many moments of power did I possess and let somebody down?

Is my feeling of guilt a product of my supposed fear from that question of goodness or is it really my conscience hurting me?

Its not a nice feeling to be in, hating being in your own skin, but I do have a glimpse of satisfaction, as me realising this aspect of my life is comforting and assuring.
Maybe I'll think more next time, maybe I'll value these powerful moments I have and maybe if I do a mistake, my real conscience will alarm me, not the tongues of people.

Or maybe not!

One Lucky Bastard

2010-05-25T22:58:00.002+03:00

I am One lucky Bastard .. just a Fuckin Lucky Bastard ..
I entered most of my Ig Exams With almost no studying whatsoever and I think im doing good. I Seem very over confident .. Bess I didnt do not 1 exam where i Felt 'Fuck thats Hard' ..
O Madree Laiish ..

I mean; I'm not that Genius; Nor Im Smart in any Way ..
I Have some common Sense; But that doesnt make u pass Ig's ..

O El wagt where i need to Pray .. And Ask God for Help. Im Not .. Im Still in the Doubt Phase ..

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What Makes me look forward to the Summer is that Im going to Explore something Soo Beautiful; So Miraculous .. So Powerful .. and Just Know it .. In my holidays ..
Uff; el Qur2an .. I Cant Waiitt .. On the 13th of june im gonna Start .. :P ..

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3ali ebn Abee 6aleb .. Tsk tsk .. 5ayal ..

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I realised that i Love writing, Reading .. I Adore these 2 Things in mee; and I adore Doing them ..
I Miss Reading for fun; I miss jefferey Deaver's Thriller Books .. I Want to write a Novel .. Weddee .. ;p ..

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FourMe ..
I know She'll Get through this With Flying Colours ..

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Just Because im talking to this person right now; I'll Mention them .. YA .. :P ..
Lets See; When Will They See this .. ;p ..

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I know i bought it to myself .. Bess I Hate that I lost my Anonymity .. I Cant A keep a Secret About me to myself .. I trust ppl ever so easily .. ;/ ..
Bess laiil7een el 7amdella Nobody Betrayed that .. :D ..

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Mmm .. Bess; I miss Posting here .. bess in a Few days time Ra7 Tmelloun menne ..

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I Finish my Ig's at the 11th ..

IGCSE; Moment Of Truth!

2010-05-11T13:26:00.002+03:00

In one hour and a half the most important month of my life starts.
My life depends on this month ..
And although im extremely Calm; I didn't equip myself with enough studying to attack this month!
2 years of my life passed; and through all of it I've been looking forward for this dreaded month.
And What tops it all; is my in-certainty and insecurity at this stage.
I Seem so calm on the outside; But on the inside; Im SCARED; Im Fushin Scared .. ;/ ..

Ed3oulee ..

Lord Average ..

2010-05-05T14:50:00.003+03:00

Mr Average Here Was Elected Lord .. At Prom ..
My Suit Turned out to be The Best O My Friends voted For Mee .. E7m e7m .. ;p ..
O I slow Danced With The Lady .. :$ .. ;p ..

I Know Anony Is Proud Of Mee ??; 9a77 .. :P??

It Was A Great Night .. O We Had Great Fun ..

A Post for the Memory .. ;p ..

Study?

2010-04-27T05:28:00.002+03:00

I'm doing Bad; Really ..
At this Rate I'm going to Fail my Exams; I'm not studying Like everbody else.
el3moum are having tuitions; o Yadressoun 24/7. Noumhum Bel Yalla o Nharhum Kutub .. !!

O Ana; 5alf Allah 3alay; Ga3ed 3al Frash Ya Nayem; Ya A6ale3 TV ..

I'm not saying that I'm not studying; But I'm not studying as hard as I should be!

This week is potentially my last school week ever; and I'm Sad .. I'm really Sad ..

I genuinely believe that I'm to young to leave school .. But the chances are there and I should get complete advantage of them!

My attention is diverted to Political Science .. I Really Wish that I'd Do what I want to do!

o Ba3ad .. ?

Ee; Its Morning; Elyoum Mwa9el ..

o mmm ..

Ee; On Sunday I Did something so courageous; but got 'Heart Broken'?; Well no; actually I was relieved that I looked her in the eye .. and didn't get anything after I had expressed my utter Admiration to her ..

O Ba3ad .. ?? .. Mmm ..

I'm sorry I'm not Blogging; I'm supposed to be studying .. O Please Ed3oulee 7ag el Ig's; Ya Rab Atwaffag; O I make my parents proud; they start at the 11th of May ..

O on Thursday is my prom night .. Bought a nice suit .. Going to dance my brains Off .. :P .. (( Ga3ed Ma A5allehum Y7awloun el Prom Jalsat Rwaiished )) .. ;p ..

Eeeh; O Bess; Till Then ..
Till The Beginning of the world cup?
Till My liberated ..

Till My Supposed Freedom ..

Graduate ..

2010-04-18T00:36:00.002+03:00

Dear Average ..

2010-03-28T13:26:00.002+03:00

Dear Average-q8i,
I hope you understand that I am writing you from the deepest feelings of good will that I possess. I currently feel that I do own the right to advise you and persuade you into going to the right path. You should also know that I love you a lot, and my good faith determine that I should write this letter to hopefully guide you to do good in your life.
Baq9am, you are currently in a very critical stage of your life. These times, can actually be nominated as one of your hardest times in your entire life. These times do require a huge amount of effort and determination as well as commitment. Your IGCSE's are one of the most important exams you will ever get. The may as well be, a very big test of will and organisation plus of course your knowledge.
I demand you, and I repeat, I demand you, that you should work extremely hard. I demand you to forget everything. I demand you that in the next couple of months, numerous weeks and less than a hundred days, that you would work and work and work. Study, Study and Study. Revise, Revise And Revise.
You may be in a situation that doesn't allow you to understand the amount of responsibility and effort this period of your life requires. But I'm telling you, dear Baq9am, Please Work hard. As these days aren't in any way repeatable and your future is way more important than your present.
Football matches, Dewania and Twitter/Blogger/MSN/Blackberry/Internet won't shape your future. These things could be reused again and again after the 11th of June. But your exams will finish, will disappear, will vanish after the 11th of June.
I would also would like you to think of the amount of pride and honour you'd serve to your parents. Your family when you work hard and get the results you've been anticipating. I would like you to think about the amount of faces you will prove wrong when you do good. I would like you to think about the joy you'll see in your mother's face. I would like you to think of the expressions of pride you'd find in your father's face; the assurance that he invested in the right place.
Please, Please, Please; A Request from the heart, the soul. please, work hard, Revise, Study, and Work .. PLEASE!
Not only for your own good, But for my own good too. I know you can, You know you can. Please CAN!

Love,
Baq9am (You) ..

Ya Wa3d ..

2010-03-26T17:32:00.004+03:00

يــــا وعــد مغـفرةً إن فاتنــي خــبرُ
فـي لـــيل عيـنيك ها قد جئـــتُ أعتذرُ
عمـــرى فـــداء مـدى اللـيـل مكتحلا
وللعيــون التي فـــي طـــرفها حَــوَرُ

عينــــاكِ يــا وعـد قيـثاري و مـدفاتي و متّكاي .. مـلاذي فيه أسـتــترُ

و للعــيون حـديثٌ ليـس يـدركه الا الــذي شـفـّهُ العنقـود و الوتـــرُ
مهاجرٌ في العيون السود مقتحمٌ ديـــــاجـر الكُــحل إن الكُــحل لي قـدرُ

تــمـزّقت في مدى الإعصــــــــار أشرعتـــي
اعصــــارُ عيــنـــيك لا يـُـبــقي ولا يـــذرُ
نــــوارسُ العــشقُ شــالت بــــي مُــجـنحتاً
حيثُ السديـــم فــلا علــمٌ ولا خــــبـــــرُ

يـــــا ربّــة الشعر هل غـادرت من طلـلٍ؟
يــا رحلة العمر هل مادت بـك الصُـــــوَرُ؟
ماذا تــبــقى لــدينا غبّ عودتنــــــا؟
ديـــــوان شــعـــرٍ و دمعٌ ليـس ينهمر

يــــا وعــــد مغفرة إن فاتـــنـــي خـبر

Allah Y5aleeha Lee ..

2010-03-21T23:59:00.004+03:00

Whatever I Do; Just A Drop in Your Sea ..
Allah Y5alleech Lee Ya Mammaa

Almost French Memories

2010-03-19T23:18:00.004+03:00

Memories that suddenly raced through my mind today. Memories that I Would never wish they would be forgotten. Memories that engulf three friends. Three guys that are related in a very complicated fashion but once had a simple bond. A Simple bond that was Proven not so strong by time.

In that big garden that is viewed by that famous french embassy; where we used to play football; the three of us with our maids casting a nervy look at us. Them chatting with their beautiful 'Tagalog' language; and we trying to perfect our touches of that football.

We certainly didnt have a perfect relationship; the three of us; No. We had that traditional cousin tied bond. But with time, this bond strengthened; we became best friends; true best friends. We couldnt imagine a weekend without each other. Without that sleepover that combined the three of us.

Our fights were cute too. We had big fights sometimes. But somehow all so subtly, we get back together; in what 5 minutes.

The love of football glued us more together. And oh so conveniently our love for Arsenal glued us more together. Our late night matches together, Our Cereal-eating races (Which mostly i always won) .. Our unisons against each other; our football matches Bel 7oush.

OUR NICKNAMES .. :) ..

When we broke one of the house's windows. Funny Days?

But Then Somehow; The same as our bond strengthened; it weakened .. We grew out of each other i guess.
I cant get over how all so suddenly we were not friends.
Location differences contributed somehow; But we could've kept it strong ..

Our tastes changed i guess; We never needed each other anymore; We had other people to give us a hand; other than us.

Unfortunately ..

But the positive thing is that; We Have our memories!
something by this post; I Would never want to forget .. I Would like to relive again and again ..

Dedicated to my Childhood Memories' Stars .. J and 3 ..

Agnostic

2010-03-08T22:11:00.002+03:00

I Think I reached This Point .. Im Not Ashamed By itt ..
I Dont Believe in anything right now ..
When I finish my Ig's I'll read my head off till I Get the Right Answer ..

The reason For this; Is the fact that I cant judge what do i want to be if im Influenced By Islam So much and I Am; that Takes my Better Judgement ..
I Hope after this experience I go back to Islam; But its Hard .. O i may turn to be something else ..

Bess I Still Pray; Bess Unfortunately with very little Faith ..

My Own Space

2010-03-05T14:30:00.003+03:00

One of the few things i am looking forward to after my so-called graduation is getting my own place. I really dont care about where, when and how .. But i just want my own appartment/place of living.

Despite the fact that 90% of my chances of studying will be in my 'beloved' Kuwait; but 7atta lo I stay in Kuwait; I Will Demand my own place, Fight For my own territory!; Its not that im an isolated character in this life, Far from it .. But due to the fact that i was very social in my almost 16 years of my life .. I am longing for the opposite! ..

I Would TAKE the chance of being alone and independant; having my own style of things; getting stuff from my own sweat and money!; Having my friends over; Acting in a VERY free way in my haven!

I Would love to go to my appartment; and think 'Yes, Im going to rest now in my place' ..

I Dont think its the typical Kuwaiti Guy dream Bess why not .. Madree I Really Dont know ..

I just want my own Haven.

Doubt ..

2010-02-22T20:24:00.002+03:00

I Hate This;
I Hate the fact that I am so ignorant in a huge amount of stuff going around my life!
I Hate the fact that the life I'm living in is not clear to me.
I Hate the fact; that I don't know! ..
I Hate the fact that I need to read and make a choice!
I Hate the fact that I reached the point of realising that I don't know.
I Hate the fact that I'm doubting One of the most revered things in Life!
I Hate the fact that I decided and promised myself to Go into an experience I cant know the outcome of!
I Hate Being Afraid; Scared; disillusioned!
I Hate Being shaky!
I Hate ignorance; I hate not knowing!
I Hate my education; I Hate my intelligence!
I Hate my personality that made me think like that!
I Hate being afraid!
I Hate being contradictive!
I Hate the fact that I may turn out to be not me!
I Hate the odds in the outcome of the experience I'm going to go through.
I Hate This!

Love?; Or Low?

2010-02-14T00:07:00.002+03:00

People Can Be Very Fushin Low ..

Happy Valentine's Day .. :) ..

For Scouseology!

2010-02-11T22:17:00.002+03:00

Hehheeeee ..

She Doesn't ..

2010-02-09T00:01:00.004+03:00

He has this stupid attitude towards life. He says what's in his mind without any filtering. He doesn't understand that in this life and this era, honesty and the bare truth is not fully accepted. It's not accepted at all sometimes.

Hormones are shooting up and down his arteries and veins, seeking a moment of tenderness and affection from a liked one. He stupidly relates to everything he sees, hears and feels!
His analysis to specific details, he interpretation to any word or phrase. A blind way of life.

The thing is that he finds in her eyes the subtleness he longs for. He tries to explore the adventures of life in her writings, her talks and the details of her beautiful face. He wants to discover with her the torture of Love. He wants to replicate the romance inked in numerous brown papers and typed arially behind the screens of his laptop.

The problem is that he acknowledges the fact that he is just a teenager. He knows that these are just nuisance hormones that are going to be laughed at in future times, regretted sometimes too.
He understands that this 'is' the phase adults are talking about. The weird and hard times in his life. The awkward times of his life.

But ..

He wants to enjoy these times. He wants to know how to love as a teenager. He wants to document this phase of his life with stories of stupidity, laughter and the complete opposite of perfectness. He expects to have a memory full of events he will tell his sons and daughters about. And by now he is acknowledging that he is going too far with his thinking.

How?

'The way she enters a place with her paced walk and hurrying motion, wanting to reach her destination without grabbing the attention of people but by that she catches huge amounts of corners of eyes. Heads tilting; bodies turning. A perfect example of an illuminative piece of cuteness has just entered .. '

He Likes her!
He Likes her A lot ..

But ..

She says she Doesn't ..

He Doesn't Believe Her .. !!

She Vanished ..

2010-02-02T22:18:00.003+03:00

She Vanished ..
In this Dim Street ..
Nobody's Left but me ..
Lonely Me ..

Listening to the Tree's coversations ..
And Wiping from my eyes the sleep ..
A Tear of Tiredness ..
A Tear of Damn ..
With a drop of Left over Rain ..
She Vanished ..

I Stood ..
In the middle of Blankness ..
And Remembered a Past night ..
A Night that past and ended in her Life ..
But In my Life didnt End ..
I Stayed Alone Here ..
Listening to the tree's Conversations ..
And Wiping the sleep out of my eyes ..
A Tear of Tiredness ..
A Tear of Damn ..
With a Drop of leftover rain ..
She Vanished ..

And How would i forget my date ..
Between this Old Path ..
At the same time Years ago ..
We Were both in Lust and Love ..
And how did the way separate us ..?

A Translated Song ..
Picture Credit To Khaled Al Masoud ..

An Apology ..

2010-01-30T13:06:00.003+03:00

' E3thereenee .. ' <3 ..

My 2 Angels ..

2010-01-27T23:00:00.002+03:00

I am really a very blessed person.

I am blessed with having 2 angels that guard me; Are there for me and Love me whenever I need them.
They mean life to me;

I Dont know who's the person that said a man can't have a clean friendly loving relationship with a women ??; With no sexual/romantic feelings arising .. ??

I Have 2 females in my life who are my best friends
They showed Me Me!
They Highlighted Me to Me ..

Thank You God for giving me this bliss ..

I LOVE THEM ..

A Cocktail Of Feelings ..

2010-01-17T23:34:00.002+03:00

dizziness, tiredness, Minute Depression, Gratefulness, Far-Reaching Ambition, Pressured!! ..

And loads More Streaming in my Veins, Is it the Fact that im not opening a single book, Or Is it that Crush that i cant brush off After Several Tries!

I find Myself seeking measures to escape reality; Its Either by playing hours and hours of Football Manager Or by reading a Book, Or just sitting in a toilet counting tiles on the wall and the best way is to Sleep!

These measures are tiring me!!

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I also Hate the Fact that I lack Imagination!
I Lack the Ability to think, To Make, to Brainstorm!
To Write!
I Want To Write .. I Dream Of Writing, But I Cant!
WHY??

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I Dont Mind A Psychiatrist .. !!

A Lack of a Certain 'Want'

2010-01-09T20:20:00.002+03:00

My Real Deal Ig Exams Are Coming up in 5 months.

well At the Beginning Let me Sum up to you what are MY Ig's (IGCSE Exams) ..
Well; The Period Where My Exams start and End is the Defining period of my Entire Life. It decides my Humble But Probably Festive Future. The 13 years of Studying are summarised in a 1-month exam Drenched/saturated period!

Well To See My Sum of those exams; You may think, Well a normal person would start studying Right Now, At this second to ensure a good percentage at the end; But unfortunately Ladies and Gentlemen, Average is far from Normal :( ..

These exams start at may, and People in my school are starting their tuitions and started preparing for those exams, But Me?; No; .. My Laptop is occupying 99% of my hours awake and the other hours of the day Im snoring .. :( ..

Why?

Well; I Lack the want to Study .. I Dont Know Why But I cant seem to make my brain adapt to the fact that; '' Ok Average start Studying, Attempt to Study' .. But Another No; I seem to Cant do it ?

remember My Mocks; My School Still didnt Issue my grades; So I think My Brain is waiting for those results ?; But Probably Its just lying to me .. :/ .. It wants me to think like that ..

Or is It El Shaii6an?
Madree .. :/ ..

What Do i Doo ??

PS; Now My Blog is done; How do i Advertise Itt :P?
I Suffer from LAck of Comments .. and Me; I Franklyy Need attention .. In Here and In Reality ..

I Lust Itt ..

2010-01-04T03:41:00.003+03:00

Waking up in the morning, bored to death. Knowing that I will go through that routine of work that is always similar with its mostly unpleasant surprises. Having the thought at the back of my head that something is missing, expecting a bad event to happen in the next few hours.

Working as a paediatrician is hard work. Its not just having a childishly decorated office with lots of clichéd cartoon pictures. This is just the deceiving cover to a neck paining job.

Lots of Routine work ahead of me. Many over concerned parents with that extra bit of cash send their servants to me tagging along their obviously spoilt children with a little cough or running nose to check on them. Well I cant complain, these cases are the my primary source of income that I depend on.

The cases that really concern me and touch me deeply are the heart breaking ones. Parents with limited income forced to take a loan and bring their children for a diagnosis and a cure but for rare but possible cases, to get the definite bad news that their baby is going to highlight his mortality in a short period of time.

That case that i will eventually get is the one that is ringing the bells of reality at the back of my head for as hoping that this wont happen is a silly thought after time.

The Only thing that will exclude me of that effing reality is a cigarette.

That moment of pure exhilarance is what I Lust in my cigarette. Watching the orange baby flame flicker and fight its way through that entangled forest is enough to trigger my adrenaline glands every time.

Delivering that mysterious smoke to the air with such smoothness and seeing its successful efforts to camouflage itself in thin air is a endearing craving. Almost like mocking a magicians trick with such subtleness.

And With it having a cup of americano coffee that will knock out the small left out bits of sleep out of my head.

A small Part of me loves my job, A Big part of me loves what I do before my job. A Ciggy and Coffee!

*All of this is from My Imagination; Except the part of me lusting a ciggy .. ;p ..
** I DONT SMOKE!; I just lust it ..

Happy New Decade ..

2009-12-31T14:21:00.002+03:00

2010 Is Tomorrow .. My grad Year Inshalla .. ;) ..

I'd Like to thank Anony For Her Support To mee In the Last What?; 6 Months? ..
She's Been Wonderful .. Happy New Decade Anonyy .. ;p ..

O Also other bloggers and Twitterees that Were just amazing with their good Words to me and Jokes We have .. ;p ..

Thank u All ..

And Happy New Decade Filled With Happiness And Love ..

Being A Jock ?

2009-12-30T00:31:00.003+03:00

Nothing in my mind really ..

Congratulate me; im going to a gym nearly daily for the last week; Although i cant control my appetite; So I dont think am losing weight ..

Life is good for me this month .. el 7amdella .. Im not unhappy for anything .. Am just Content for what i have ..
A Healthy body ..
An Existing Family ..
A BlackBerry ..
And Great Friends ..

Next week My School Starts; and the Defining 6 months Of My life will Start .. A Countdown till my exams .. Till The Difference of Bad Life To Good Life ..
Pray For Me; Ya Rab Adress O Aa5eth ellee Allah Katba Lee ..
Inshalla Adesh el 6eb Fe Ay Mukan; El mohem 6eb ..
Inshalla Not Less Than 95% ..

Thankksss, Condolenses and Recommendation ..

2009-12-26T03:14:00.002+03:00

Shraykum eb The New Layout; Ehdaa2 7ag Anonyyy ..

Thank uu A Certain Someone that made that layout 7aggeee .. I'd like to thank her alot .. And Her Amazing Debates we have together .. :p .. There always amazing .. :p ..

I'd Like to send my condolenses to the family and Friends Of Ja3far 5aja .. Allah Yer7emaa O Y3'mmed Rou7a el Jannaa Enshalla ..
I didnt know el mar7oum Personally Bess I Hear Good Of Him .. And He deserves This To him ..
Egroula El Fat7aa ..

I'd Also Like To Recommend a Great Lecturer in the Shee3ee Society and also The Muslims .. Ammar Nakshawani; A Young Accomplished islamic Reasonable Lecturer that im sure u'll Like; Google Him ..

A Great Achievment ..

2009-12-19T00:28:00.003+03:00

finished From Mocks; Thank God .. :) ..

This time Last Year; I cut a promise on myself .. That I'd Pray Every day, Five timies for the rest of my life .. And that promise followed lots of trials and promises before it ..

But thank god, this time; I Kept My Promise .. And prayed .. And Prayed .. And prayed ..

I am Proud to say that in these days I Have completed an achievment i am proud of .. That i Completed 1 whole year of Praying and not missing not 1 prayer ..

And i hope this continues till the end of my last breathe ..

Yes; Some of my prayers were fast, most of them were probably wrong .. But I achieved the fact that i cant sleep without completing my prayers ..

And Now, I Want to Cut myself a promise; To Pray Every prayer with the same concentration and the correct timing ..

This aim is going to be very hard; But i will try and try and inshalla I will Achieve it .. :) ..

El7amdella ya Rab 3ala Hedaytee .. O Inshalla allah Yahdeekum Kelkum .. :) ..

O 5ala9naa Men el Hard bit

2009-12-10T15:43:00.002+03:00

Uffff; Eftakaiiit; Just 3 days left on my Mocks; Sunday, Monday and Tuesday .. And Then Freedom, Ultimate Freedom for 2 weeks ..

Going to Enter a Gym; Asheeel some of my heavy fat .. A3addel Hal Jesm; 7ag Feb .. Remember My Aim?

'7aleee Blayyaa Shoufehum; Ye93ab 3alay 7alee' .. No Other Comment ..

Yalla; Till my Holiday; Byeee

PS; I really Need a Designer For My Blog; I Hate its current state .. :/ .. Emergency .. :P..

Fush 2

2009-12-02T00:18:00.002+03:00

Lots of things Wedde I spill my heart to Here; Bess i dont seem to have the strength nor the time to do so!

'Mocks'; The Lousy midterm tests in School are starting tomorrow; And i dont seem to be studying well!!

I hear of ppl worrying and having tonnes of tuition; Doing tonnes of past papers; And here i am Blogging about my tests!!

I hate My Blog; I need someone to design my blog .. To Advertise itt ..

The only good thing in my life right now; Is her ..

'Crushed'; An Angel ..

Ba3ad Shaktebb?; Ee; I Realy Need a person to Do my blog; Y3adlaa; Yragge3 Feeh!!

I tried working with itt; The other; and it became a disaster .. Fa Please; Anybody volunteer ..

I Have Alot on my head .. MY Head is absorbing alot of things; But it seems to have a problem in filing the info in my brain ..

I Wish i can Analyze ppl's actions and movements and verbal activities; and know what they think about .. I Wish i had that sharpness of predicting imminent danger ..

I wish my Mind would be a thinker; I Wish i can sit silently at a place and just view everything with a certain perspective; Where i can understand every single thing .. No exceptions; No filters ..

I Feel that time is being wasted by me!!

I Look Forward for finishing this year; But i dont want my senio year to go that fast; I dont have memories, It seems like a VERY Blunt year; Not a fun, Outgoing year!!

Tension Fills it; The people arent fun anymore ..

Except her .. ( She's Reading my blog btw ;p)

Uff; it makes me smile thinking about her ..

Mashalla 3alaiiha; She Has Hazel Eyes;

Ee; Ba3ad Shno Abe Aktebb ??

Bacher Maths and Chemistry Tests ..

O English ..

allah Y3eenee;

Im also Being Bad Religiously; I dont feel im fulfilling my correct duties to Allah; And that tears me; I WANT To Go to Heaven ..

The Short Term things; cover my Longterm View; I dont Want that to happen ..

FUSH ..

I Appreciate the presence of some ppl in my life; Allah Y5alleehum Lee!!

Wish Me luck 3ala Tomorrow; Yalla Till the next Post; Tata ..

2 Weeks Off

2009-11-22T16:06:00.001+03:00

Out of Service For 2 Weeks; Due to Intense Studying for the Mocks ..

Excuse Me; Can I Borrow Ur Face?

2009-11-17T22:28:00.002+03:00

I Really Really Really; Want to get a Head; And Punch the hell out of it for 2 mins. Complete Control on a Human Being.

Cuz to be honest Im just mad!

To Fushin MAAAD !!

Busy As Hell These Days; Limited Free Time; If Any in some Days.

School at 7; Till 2;30; And After That an Afterschool Production Rehearsal Almost Daily; and in Some Days; Tuition After school in preperation for mocks, And Other stuff too. U Cant Imagine the Exhaustion !!

And YES; I Fushin Doo Complain About it; Because at the time of it; it seems fine to complain about it, I mean its truly hard work, But I Fushin Love Every moment of that hard work.

I Remember in the summer; When Days go by So Quickly and the Bore just continues to no end, and Now; Im blessed with work, Im blessed with the feeling of doing something in my life that is accountable in the future, Spending my days having good memories, Laughs, Fun!!!

BUT ..

To Work Hard, Especially in days where i dont even have 5 mins to transport from one place to another, And then Be Demoralized by Certain People is just annoying.

I Do Know that; YES; I sometimes fall back from my schedule; I Do Not Complete certain Stuff, And i understand a Telling off on that ..

BUT ..

To Work So Fushin' Hard; And Go To a Place where i feel i can enjoy my time; And Have a Work/fun time at the same time, And Get an unpleasant surprise?

It Hurts most when a something bad happens at a time where u LEAST Expect it :/.

And It Hurts ..

And So; All the hard work seems to go for So Fushin Nothing!!

Then After That u understand why people behave like this, And everything fills the fushin Blanks ..

I Want A Face To Kick .. !!

One Of those Fushin Days Where things DONT GO YOUR FUSHIN WAY ..

The Debate in my head is; Do I Deal with this Professionally; Or Do i Fush the Hell out of the fushin It?

Sorry for Blabbing!!

FUSH ..

Kuwait 2-1 Indonesia .. 14/11/09 ..

2009-11-14T21:27:00.002+03:00

Mashalla We Won ..

WE WON ..

WE WON AGAINST 'INDONESIA' ..

Is it that A Kuwaiti win in International Games So Rare That We Would Actually Enjoy a Win Against Such a Poor Team With Such Vigorousness And Happiness?

Whats This?

We Won Against 'Indonesia'; A Team That Just Discovered the Word Football in Their Dictionary; And We're Happy?

So Fushin WHAT????

Was That a Team Playing??

Not a Player from the Far East Team was Taller than 1.5M; And Sub7an Allah; THEY SCORE FROM a FUSHIN CORNER????

We Actually Could've Managed to lose against that POOR POOR FOOTBALL TEAM .. ??

And Kuwaiit; I Still Believe that Kuwait should play with their second Kit; cuz they dont deserve to wear the blue one ..

For Heaven's Sake ppl are having Maseerat and fushin Parades for winning that game after Parades on Winning the Asian Cup or reaching the World cup??

Its Almost an Embarrassment For me to see ppl behaving like this on such minor stuff ..

O Chan Zaiin Kuwait Were Playing Good; THEY WERE FUSHIN BISHIN BAD ..

Allah Kareem ..

O 9edag Men Gal ..

' Ya Sheen el Sarj ( el Fanneeelaa el Zargaa ); 3al Bugar ( T3arfoon Menuu .. ) .. ' ..

But I will Still Go To the Matches ..

I'll Still Love that Blue Shirt ..

I'll Still Shout a Clap with my Heart ..

I Will Still Be An Azrag ..

My Joy.

2009-11-13T00:02:00.002+03:00

I Got One of my best friends today and went to the avenues; 6ab3an With limited amounts of cash; 10 Kd Aprox. O We Actually Had Fun; Although being knackered At the end of it wasn't in our plans but i guess it was worth it.

We Walked, Walked and Walked. We didnt Gizz; We just walked, talked and walked.

We Talked.

I Love Talking didnt i tell u that?

We Rarely did gizz in that environment of High Classed Ppl; To The Lower end of the vertical line. Lower than u can Imagine. Ppl Just couldnt stop surprising us.

Wala A7ad Selam Men Lsannaa While we talking ..

I mean anybody that Shakla to the least point was 3'ala6; We Made fun of him; 3ala 6ool.

We Laughed; We Got Angry; We Got Disgusted; We Got amazed ..

And We Saw a Candidate to the Most beautiful person that ever entered The Avenues.

No Make-up; No False Walks; No Acts.

Just Beauty ..

We Were Litterally Speechless Watching her Pass By; Regretful that we didnt go back and followed her.

And We Also Saw the Ultimate Opposite to the Meaning of Beauty.

Ppl That can only Be Described as 'Waii3' ..

And its not their Real Appearance; its the appearance that they think that will make them look to the least bit nice; BUT NO.

We Saw 3agad; Ppl Having the liberation tower on their heads.

Ppl as tall as my finger Smoking disrespectively .

All of the samples of ppl under 1 roof.

By My Joy was from talking to my friend; with no limit; Walking and looking at people.

Having Freedom.

I discovered from this particular outing that this thing gives me comfort and Happiness.

I mean; Whats not funny in analyzing hundreds of characters; Trying to find out single bits of their personal lives from just a look or a voice.

The Diversity is incomparable.

Its like a scientist entering a rainforest and finding new species.

I Believe its a healthy thing to do that from time to time. Up to speed with the latest trends; Latest species of Human Beings.

I Love this .. Thanks AlShaye3 For handing us a rainforest filled with diverse creatures.

*Disclaimer*

I Am Someone Who Walked in the Avenues and I Believe as i talked about ppl and thought about them wrongly; Ppl Talked and thought about me wrongly too. I Do Judge these ppl but i dont mean anybody in particular. Everybody is Respected in this Blog.

I Wont Bother proof reading this; its too long so sorry for the mistakes.

a Post from the Heart I Guess .. Enjoy ..

FM 2010

2009-11-08T20:59:00.002+03:00

For Every Sane Football Fanatic; BUY THIS.

I bought it for 3 in el Re7aab; And Its Fushin Worth Every Fils .. ;p ..

*Higher Class Ppl; U may want to buy the Original For like 25; Bess 3adee We wont Judge u ;p.

Its AMAZING ..

Is Addicting ..

Its The Best Of The Best.

If something will make me fail my Ig's; This will Be a Big Factor in it ..

Bess its My Love ..

Buy it.

Just Fushin Get Up and Fushin Buy it ..

In The Middle O NoWhere ..

2009-11-07T00:39:00.002+03:00

Tamzeeej ..

In a 5aiimaa ..
Cold; Mo Labes Jakaiit ..
Unlit Cigarette Between my lips ..
Listening to el Fajr el B3eed ..
Its 12;40 AM Btw ..

'3ed el njooom Weshkethraha; Yallee Begalbee Kethrahaa .. '

Mu5ayyam Simple But Fulfilling ..
With a Bunch of ppl i dont mind being with ..
Funni ..

Almost Full Moon ..
Stars everywhere ..

'Ya Sa7er el Basmaa; Asaherak Najmaa?; Abasma3ak Kelma; 7ata Wa Low Kelma .. '

Btw; Personel Note; Yesterday U Got Amazing News; Ur Sister is pregnant .. :D:D ..

Please Ed3oolaha .. O Inshalla Tyeeeb A Good Healthy Baby ..

I Love U Sis; O Allah Ywafgech .. U and Ur Hubbyy ..

'5al el Gumar Laiila; Yes-har M3ee Laiila' ..

I Love U and Good Night ..
I Wrote this post to remember today; A Good Day ..

'Es-har Ma3eee Laiilaa' ..

Anooony?

2009-11-06T01:04:00.000+03:00

WHERE IS ANONY !?

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Crushed.

2009-11-01T23:46:00.002+03:00

Her Eyes; Magical

Her Cheeks; Illuminating ..

Her Look; Innocent ..

The most innocent look i ever Saw ..

Dazzling ..

Does She know About my crush .. ?

My Heart Races When i look at her ..

I Giggle unintentionally ..

I blush ..

Does she know about her beauty?

Mashalla ..

I mean She's Amazing ..

I Rarely talked to her .. Bess ..

Her Look discusses stuff with me ..

Her Pose .. Torture ..

I Adore innocence ..

If your looking at this; I'm your secret admirer ..

Its FIGURED ..

Remember?

Blankness

2009-10-22T14:52:00.002+03:00

Maku Shay Happening in my life right now that is so interesting to post on. No inspiration whatsoever.

39 Degrees!

2009-10-17T19:45:00.002+03:00

Sneezes in a Row.

Hard; Painful Coughs.

Nose Tightly Shut.

Breathe = Hot.

Churning Stomach.

39.2 Degrees my Temp.

Going through a Rough Patch.

Next week is filled with Tests; And My current state is stopping from studying!

Life is Unfair.

Musta8ella

2009-10-12T23:40:00.002+03:00

Ma Daam il 3moom is hyped about it; Why not me.

Tomorrow Any One Who is in GUST and Sees this Post; mandatorily will vote for 8a2emat il Musta8ellaa In GUST.

O Heyya Heyya Musta8ellaa ..

Waiit For it.

2009-10-10T23:06:00.002+03:00

My Aim for Next February ..

1. A Flat Stomach ..

2. Gar3aaa ..

3. Tanned Body ..

4. 10 Cm's Taller ..

5. Unshaved Le7yaa ;p.

I Want To Beee hoottt ..

O I dont Care if any one i know Is Seeing thisss ..

Abeee; I Do itt ;p.

Inshalllaaaa ..

A Descriptive Writing For School

2009-10-10T00:33:00.000+03:00

The atmosphere was exhilarating, moving and very tense. When three thousand loyal people group together in the same place on one heart pumping with love, you can feel lots of different things at the same time. You can feel a delicate tingling on your spine from the pride you’re experiencing and you can feel such subtle numbness that is multiplies ten times at the moment.

Hatred can also pour viscously on the sight of it. You would say and do things that can be dangerously automatic. Evilness turns into goodness, there is no such thing as bad doing. Moralities and ethicalities are erased completely with no return when you enter this ’Hulk’.

Such conflicting of feeling gets scary. When you know that you think that there is no consequences at the time but as a matter of fact there is, can make you go crazy, but then you think aren’t we all?

Goosebumps are a almost a formality every time you enter this fortress, but every time its different. You would miss and lust this minute sensation because it has an impact nothing and nobody can have. It defines love to you.

It defines true Love.

The presence of such uniform in this huge number of people has a strange effect on your backbone. You can feel almost feel a welcomed change of colour in your blood. It feels like a new life has entered you.

As you soon as you settle, you start your voluntary work, almost an obligation that you cant dismiss. A Pact that you can’t abandon. A Contract unlike any contract, a contract between hearts, foots, and an emblem.

A Matter of Life and Death. A Marriage.

You start to look at your right, evilness, frustration, hatred, anger, disgust, annoyance, disturbance.

They are pollution in your eyes. You cant stand the sight of them, the smell of them, the noise of them. Sheer hatred. Sheer anger. They are not supposed to be on this planet. They are alienated outsiders, they are invaders, they are evilness in its highest points.

Then, you express the almost compressed, congested feelings with a weapon of mass destruction. A weapon that blew down countries and killed high-end people. A weapon that every type of person belonging to this hardworking colony would excel in. The weapon of Voice.

An almost perfectly rhythmic tone. If you listen closely, everything would be clearer. You can hear everything, everything. MJ singing Billy Jean or Mr. Rowaished doing a high pitched solo. Or just the simple chanting and clapping of three thousand people.

Everything is multiplied by ten.

You would never wish for anything else in life. You believe that this is a way of life. A Basic. Equal to air or water if not more.

There is no time for discussions, there is no time for rationality. it’s a moment of Faith and Belief. Something nobody in the world is feeling but you. There is no brothers and sisters, Father and Mothers, Sons and Daughters. There is just one thing and one thing only.

Green.

Its always worth it. Never not worth it. If u Win, No person is more happier than you on the earth Joy in its exact meaning. It feels like you’re looking at people from the moon BUT When you lose, you cant feel more sadder, more angry. It’s the ultimate feeling of neglect and and betrayal. Again; Its always worth it.

Through Sickness and Health.

Regret can be the closest term to the feeling of leaving the green fortress but you certainly feel more than regret. The scale of it is just not right. As soon as you get into your car, Starting the engine, steering the wheel, heading away from it you feel the lust building up again. You feel the pure ambition to get back to your place of birth. To your ultimate source of life.

Al - Arabi football Club; A Way of Life.

Going Pink

2009-10-02T12:52:00.002+03:00

No; Im not officially a girl; But http://ansam518.wordpress.com/ wrote that this month is Breast cancer month in her Blog; Soo; Im going pink this month;p.

I'v Lost someone very close to me due to this disease; And everytime i see something about it; I remember the person.

Allah Yer7am Kel Men Mat From This Disease o Yshafee Whoever has it.

Mortal !

2009-09-28T18:55:00.002+03:00

I Was raised not to talk about Death or Ill Health; In the future or about the past. I got used to that although i always had questions unanswered; But i knew that it was forbidden to ask them; Like ' How did Flan Die' Or ' Does this disease Kill ' O Chithee.

This build up of Not Knowing about death and its details; Created a fascination of it by me. And 1 Distinguished clue of that is that I want Death to Be My Profession.

el mohem; My post is about a convo me and dad Were Having.

He Was Explaining to Me How I Must stand for myself; And Fight for my rights o Chithe.

But during the conversation he said something alarming; That may not seem much to him; But it struck me so hard that i Got that suffocating feeling that hits ur throat and almost made me to tears.

Everybody thinks of his father as his superhero; the immortal Man; The Most powerful man alive; That can do any and everything; The one u'd go to for safety and comfort.

And Even though im grown up o chithe i still feel that hes the superhero and the one who if i hide behind him nobody will ever touch me.

But this all Disappeared; When he said the phrase.

I didnt Pay attention to most of what he said afterwards la2ana; This phrase just got the sense our of me.

Its the Reality We're In.

Its the Right we all deserve.

Its the Fate we will end up with.

These words may mean nothing to uu; But they meant hugely to me.

He Said ' Baba; Im not always going to be here to stand for you; One Day I Will Be Gone !! '

Knives Piercing My Heart.

Allah Y5aleeh Lee Inshalla;

Morning Coffee

2009-09-26T20:44:00.003+03:00

Tomorrow is the First of School Without Ramadan Timings; And normally I Cant Go to School Without drinking a morning Nescafe Saturated With Sugar Before School.

For Me its the Perfect Coffee in the Perfect Time.

My Morning Routine.

1. Wake Up.

2. Staright to the Bathroom; Strip; and into the shower.

3. Get out of the Shower; Rap a Towel and Brush my Teeth.

4. Get out of the bathroom; and change into our beautiful Uniform; Pink Shirt; Grey Trousers Purple tie.

5. Pray.

6. Put my books together for the next day.

7. Do a little of HW if the time allows me.

8. Go to The 9ala; Find the Coffee on the table; And Take off the Lid and let the mysterious Steam Get out.

9. Close the Lid and Sip.

10. Wake Dad; My Sister sometimes still isnt awake.

11. Carry the Bag and Go Down to the Car.

12. Go To school:).

I bored you With my 12 Step programme of preparing for school in the morning; Bess Its nice i guess;p.

On the Same note; Tomorrow i have this Cruel Homework From our Cruel Maths Teacher and i didnt Start It :(; Maleee 5lg; And if i dont do it 100% I Get an Afterschool Detention :(.

Maleeeeeeee 5lg.

CSI NY; Season 6 Starts

2009-09-25T22:27:00.002+03:00

Obviously not the Conventional show to be watched by a 15 yr old Kuwaiti; But since I Layed eyes on the Show I couldnt stop watching it.

I Bought DVD's of it fro the First 4 seasons; But after exploring new technologies I Now download every new episode from torrent; And i Literally Itch if i Miss an Episode; This summer was dreadful without the Series :(.

But Yesterday the Sixth Season Aired in America and today i watched the first episode and u cant imagine my thrill.

The Premiere Was Amazing; And Thrilling.

Just wanted to share my excitement and gratitude for CBS For airing the sixth season.

I Know a Very Few Collection of People that watch this; I Dedicate this post for them.

Long live CSI:NY.

Long Live the Best Couple in TV Shows; Lindsay Monroe and Danny Messer;

Hideous !!

2009-09-22T23:53:00.002+03:00

So; Mee, Dad O Lil sister in a One of the Restaurants in the 'Round Mall' today Minding our own Business; Enjoying our freedom of looking at Good looking ppl and things.

Next thing i know 3 Girls Allegedly from Kuwait (Although I can be 90% sure that they're not from this planet); Come inside the restaurant With Bleached Yellow Hair And Bright Red Lipstick.

For Me They Were extra Hideous; Maybee People can disagree; Bess The problem is ' I cant think of anything but that they are b******.

I Mean Sorry; Bess Shnoo Hatha; Waiin Ga3deen; Sh-haal 5amma illee Marra Wa7daa 6la3aw min il Ar9'??

O Chan Zaiin They were 7elweeen; A Nice thing to look At ??

They Were Hideous; The first word that came up to my mind.

90% Of the Eyes of the Restaurant looked at them when they entered; I Cant deny that they were centree of Attention; Bess If i wantto be the in the centre of attention i want it to be for a good reason; Not To be thought as *******??

Y3nee 3aiib;

Ppl Are sitting with their families and these just enter and Take away their freedom.

U may think im over exaggerating when i say they took their freedom; Bess thats the truth la2ana some ppl dont want their children; husbends; look at these hideous creatures.

Waiin Ahalhum??

3eedkum Mbarak

2009-09-19T12:49:00.002+03:00

3eedkum Mbarak Mu8addaman O 3asakum T3oodonah Kel Senna B9e7aa o Salama .. Inshalla Ya Rab il 3alameen.

I just Hope that this 3eed wouldn't be as tasteless as this Rme9'aan Ilee Mar Bedoon 9a3am Bser3at il Barg; Ma 7assaiina Feeh; Chak boom Wella 3eed.

My preperations;

1. Book; (( wallet )); 7ag il Floos; Abee Wayed;p.

2. Ghetraa Bai9'aa Bess Feeha Muraba3at Mithl el Chma3' ; Y3nee Ja5 ;p.

3. Deshdashaa; Offwhite Min 5aya6 il 3alam il Eslaamee; Fee Sharg; 5oush 5aya6.

4. Mesba7; el Waled Yayeblee Mesba7 Kahrab 93'ayer 3ala gadee;p.

5. Ba3ad Shnoo??; Ee ga7fiyaa; Mohemaa;p.

6. Mmm; Ee Ryoog Mohem; A7laa Ryoog mal il 3eed; T7es inna 9ij Weddek Takel Ryoog;p probably Ra7 Ykoon 7ummu9 o Fool O Falafel Min Kanaare.

Bess ;p.

I Hope i get alot of money;p O This 3eeed Would be a memorable One.

Addicted to Twitter

2009-09-15T20:10:00.002+03:00

Soo; Im Addicted to twitter; At this point i cant live without refreshing the twitter page 1 time a minute.

Im bored with my addiction:p.

The pple who created twitter were smart frankly; Although its only a space for 140 characters including spaces; Its a space thats so free; Soo Broad; That it completes the thing; Madree Shagool:P.

We can write about almost anything; It can be useless information or BIG INFO; Celebrities are communicating through twitter now; Qutada MEntioned twitter; Al Watan is giving news through twitter. Its a new trend But a great trend.

Some ppl think twitter is something that is practically useless; But this 140 character space can be a place that is sooo valuable it is unbelievable; People dont find anyperson anywhere and talk to anytime?; so they go to twitter; Under anonymity; Or with their identity uncovered.

Its not like facebook; Facebook u have limits and boundaries u cant cross cuz ppl in facebook u know personally; But in twiitter; U dont know most of the ppl so u can bitch about anything; Anytime.

I cant seem to get enough of twiiter and i really really like it; addicted to it. Thank u Birdy;p.

Im Not Me

2009-09-14T18:52:00.003+03:00

This Blogosphere o These posts o the ways we are communicating are very great blessings we have.

We obviously have a great pleasure in looking at the moods of some people; Their stories; Their Ideas and enjoy their humour.

Well I know that i do enjoy my virtual life here.

The problem that is picking on me is that; When u talk to me or look at my posts; Its Not Mee.

I read back at my last 3 months here; And I noticed that i was indulging a different personality; than who i really am.

I dont know what im trying to achieve from this complicated ( I dont even understand it.); Bess Something to blabber about:P.

No Comment No.5

2009-09-12T19:40:00.003+03:00

' Ya Jar7 Fe 9oorat Fara7; Ya Chethbaa Maghzaha We9'a77 '

Hatha Enta .. 3abdalla Rwaiished.

We Crashed into a Maybach!!!

2009-09-11T19:10:00.002+03:00

Soo; We were Fe E7da il Mana6e8 il 'High' O Kaan Za7maa;

El mohem; It was me and My Brother; He was driving:P.

Soo; Kaan Shway Za7maa;

Sheft el Maybach; Chan agool 7ag o5ooy;' En De3amt-haa; Baiin il E3daam wel Mu2abbad':P.

il mohem; Dashaiina freej 93'ayyer Wella 3 Sayyarat jedamnaa yaboon Ye6le3oon; Y3nee lazem nerja3.

Reja3 o5ooy o chithee; O Za7maa o Hernaat; O ZA7MAA;

Marra wa7da Wella a Screeching Voice; Galbeee Na6; Gelt Bgalbee Moo 7elwaa il Maybach; O Youm sheft Waraa Welaa Nafs Loun il Maybach; Gelt Bye Bye o5ooy.:p.

El7amdella 6la3at Ford Ellee De3amnahaa Moo el Maybach; It was a Scare i needed to share:P.

Today is Sept 11; allah Yer7am ilee Tuwaffa minhum :P.

Um il Banaat.

2009-09-06T00:51:00.002+03:00

I dont know about you but this tamtheeleeyaa reminds of the old days; Not necessarily that i lived through these old days; but it just seems to be as original as it can be.

Su33aad 3abdalla, I notice chooses the best scripts to be in, and she excels in them. She is a great actor but in a time in the last decade she failed to shine. But at the last few years she regained the shine she is now having.

She formed a great duo with 3'anem il 9ale7; who also is giving a magnificent performance this ramadan.

The plot of um il banat is amazing and very new; Some go as far as saying its a real story, but nevertheless its a great story.

The new actors in it are doing a great job; The Banaat; 9ager mashalla 3alaiih o Allah yer7ema;p. Every single actor is proving his worth and his skills except a few exceptions.

And ofcourse for me the Highlight of the whole series; Haya 3abdel Salam.

il musalsala il wa7eeda ilee laiil7een ga3ed atabe3h; Its Great o An9a7kum itha ma ittab3oonhaa laiil7een; The 7al8aat are on youtube or just continue watching it.

Sorry this post is shway raye7 feeha; Tawnee Ga3ed min il noum .. !!

The Best Sleep Ever.

2009-09-03T15:30:00.002+03:00

So School Started; Madree laiish il 5abba?; il 7ayat mashya Wala chinna fee shay 3an H1N1 3'aiir cham poster O Cham Rule; Like No kissing or hugging or handshaking; Bess 3/4 of the school is 'SKIP' O Half the teachers too:P.

Men Awal Youm Homeworks o Shighil; Bess the first day of my last yr was quite good; The emphasis by almost every teacher i meet on the importance of being smart and putting all of the effort in was unbearable; It was depressing; This yr will define me; Average q8i.

Will I go to the UK with a scholarship to study medicine Or will i andigir in KU and go for 3loom idareya?

The importance of this yr is just unreal; Im cannot imagine myself in the next 6 months and what will i do; Im still unsure of myself.

Ooops; Nesaiit 3an il Title.

Ee So; The upside of school is my nap in the afternoon; Awal ma Ared min il madresa and after working my buttocks off; I want to rest and have a good sleep; And this sleep is the best sleep ever.

Its not like the vacation sleep where u only sleep because u stayed up for a sum of hours; No; its a sleep because ur tired and u wake up thanking ur body for getting to sleep. I love this sleep.

And also in school u appreciate the weekend; A Weekend is different when ur working the whole week; U Fell its a weekend; a time of rest and leisure and what a feeling it is; A magnificent feeling; The weekend ur waiting for all week came and u try to enjoy it to the fullest and no matter what u do u always enjoy it.

Soo; Bess :p.

Fush

2009-08-31T04:34:00.002+03:00

My new word; Cuz its rme9'aan and out of respect to this holy month and turned the widely known swear word to this cute unthreatening word ' fush '.

Hope people follow my trend.

So School Bacher; Half Excited .. Half Wanting to kill my self.

I Like Classic cars; My life are classic cars; I LOVE THEM

y3ne not the 30' and 40' model cars, No. I mean the 50's and up cars till the 70's; I adore them.

Irtidad Baiitna Mshallah WAYED; Fa we have a huge garden .. Bess hal ayam mahmoola Fa i feel sorry for it.

I like cooking .. weddee A6ba5; Bess kella not having time.

In one of my posts in the summer holiday i said i will priorities my excercises:P, Well throw that statement in the bin:p.

Im in love with mushrooms these days.

Mixed Berries juice from al mara3e; 3ajeeeeeeeeeeeeb.

Manchester United 2-1 Arsenal

2009-08-30T01:42:00.002+03:00

Moo 7aram?

0-1, goal 3alamee min Arshavin that silenced some 70,000 Man U fans.

Arsenal were dominating, hajma wara hajma 7ata after the half time.

1-1, a dubious penalty, Rooney right corner opposite to Almunia, Goal.

2-1, Diaby, Ah ya diaby.

2-2 ... Nope, gallas offside in the 95th minute.

Ended 2-1 Man U.

go Arsene, A display that kept our heads high.

School.

2009-08-29T16:37:00.002+03:00

Swine Flu Or Ig's ?

The rumour says that we're going to go to school with masks all day and Shaking hands is banned; No Contact what so ever; Classes numbers limited.

sounds like Mustashfa il Amra9' il Sareya Mo School.

After tomorrow is the start of the most important chapter of my life yet; The forkway of my life.

Wish me luck 7abaybee.

Sheesha In Lebanon

2009-08-28T17:53:00.002+03:00

Before i went to lebanon i had an imaginary picture of the typical Lebanese sitting; and What was this picture?:

Sitting in Solidere with friends or cousins, have a Sheesha and watch the people come and go.

This came true and i went with a couple of my cousins to solidere sat in petit cafe; chatted alot then the sheesha for my older cousin came and he started smoking but after a mere 15 minutes he gave it up.

I asked him could i smoke it a little and he surprisingly agreed; maybe acknowledging my desire in having it here Only here.

So i smoked for the first 5 minutes and i Got extremely dizzy so i gave it up but my cousin didnt take it; he left it. So after my dizziness disipated I took the sheesha again but this time i seemed like a proffesional and this was one of the best times in my life. Great feeling; Absolutly great feeling.

I was worrying if my parents would come and surprise the hell out of me and make me a fool in the middle of solidere but they were far away in Lebanon So i was comfortable.

Having a sheesha in lebanon is the best thing to do in lebanon especially in solidere. So i vowed myself to not have a sheesha but in lebanon.

Bess; Wanted to express it.

Sorry ?

2009-08-28T02:40:00.002+03:00

* first im sorry 3ala il ge6a3a; Madree Shfeene, Madree.

* The pics of the journey shakelhaa are coming in a later time; Malee 5lg a7e6hum 9ara7a; Sorry.

* Wedde Afa9'fe9' Wayed Ashyaa2 Bess Makuu; Y3neee il blog Madree shloun.

*Anony u know; 9a7?

*Arsenal Ibdaa3; Ya36eekum il 3afya yal gunners

* a7ebhaa

* Waiin raye7; Bhal Suhoola Hanat il 3eshraa 3alaiik?

Waiin raye7; Injara7 9otee Wana Anadee 3alaiik.

O madam i7naa fe shahar rme9'aan; Ee BTW Mbarak 3alaiikum il Shahar O Kel 3am o into B5aiir.

E so; il A5laa8 min Aham il Ashyaa2 ilee Yemtelekhaa il insaan.

Ygooloon Bema3na il 7adeeth inaa Se2low il Rasool Laiish Allah 9ebar 3ala Fer3oun 400 Sinaa Fa Gal la2ana 3ala 6u3'yana o mollookeeta o id3a2a il olooheya Bess kan 3ala 5ulu8 7asan 3ashan chithee allah 9ebar 3alaiih

O Ham marra 3 Kufar Kanow Yekrehoon il Rasool O Mara shafow Broo7a Fa Ra7ow yaboon yethbe7oona Bess il Rasoool theba7 il Awal .. Ba3daiin il Thanee O Kann Yabee Yethba7 il Thaleth Bess chan yanzel 3alaiih Jebreel O Galla La Tethba7a La2ana hal Rajul Kan 5aloo8.

Fa Lamma Hadda il Rasool .. Se2al il Rayal il Rasool Laiish Hadaiitnee Fa Gallaa il Rasool; Jebreel Nezallee o Galee kait o kait o kait Fa Lamma Sema3 chithee il Rayal Aslam il Rayyaal

Fa il A5laa8 min aham il 9efat Fa 3alaiikum Bmakaram il A5laa8; Ma3a Ahalkum o Ma3a il Nas o Mara Nafskum o Ma3a Rabkum.

O Allah Yahdeena o Yahdeekum .. O Yet8abal Minkum 9yamnaa o 9yamkum

Bess.

3asa ykoon hal post zaiin o 5afeef 3alaikum .. !!

The Question is When?

2009-08-16T15:03:00.002+03:00

The latest Reports say that 44 women died.

See how fate intervenes in a moment of happiness that turns it to a big tragedy. This fire that happened in Al 3yoon is a big reminder on how death can take us anywhere we can be.

Who would've expected?!

Allah Yer7amhum, O Yghamed Roo7hum il Janna Inshalla.

Journney to Leb 2

2009-08-08T22:10:00.000+03:00

Journey to Leb 2.

S o we reached Jordan after the treaterous trip through KSA but what was astounding is that at the final 30 KM or so in the Saudi lands there were huge mountains that were so surprisingly beautiful.

I was amazed by the views i saw inside Saudi Arabia at the end.

Also in Saudi me and dad had our first and only bad moment, ileee 9ar inaa at night of the 1st day i was sleeping while dad drove suddenly i wake up wella baba 9afe6 in a parking o nayem bil sayara, ana 3abale binnam fe hotel so i woke him up, He was like " In6er swhway, After an hour i woke him up again .. chan y3a99eb .. He was like "

In Jordan .. It wasnt any different, We went through a few settlements throughout the way that looked old. No other word to explain it :P. The nice thing is that the Jordan - Syrian Border was called Jaber and its pleasing to know that the name of our late Amir is in Journey from Kuwait to Lebanon :P. There was also a sign saying "Al Rwayshed" .. Which was an area in Jordan :P.

The Jordanese Border was good, easy, We even prayed the dhuhur and 3a9er prayers in their mosque but the Syrian side was just fuckin dreadful, No offence :P. They had this stupid regulation that we needed to check up before we go into syria so there is this alleged doctor in a white coat that had a Temperature mesearure to see if anyone had high temps. The problem is that he used it without any sterilizing stuff, just from ear to ear, I was freaking disgusted.

They always took alot of time and indirectly asked for bribes, Dad couldnt not give them cuz if he didnt they will make a fuss. An amusing this is that Baba know them and gave them a hard time too, One of the officers was dragging so dad took a dollar and put it inside a paper and gave it to him, the officer got pissed cuz it was just a dollar so he returned and dad was like " Shfee hatha Mo 3ajbaa ", But il 9'aher it worked la2ana il a5 got so pissed that he quickly finished the passports.

O il mushkela is that the Thuba6 take money and the minor officers dont, A bit of a screwed system I'd Say :P.

When we reached syria, The greenery began to show and it was pleasing to be in a place like this after hundreds of miles with plain yellow desert :P.

I was admiring the greenery cuz its been long sisnce i saw mountains of Greens :P.

We had time to spare so we went downtown syria and had our lunch there .. in a restaurant called Kamal, Where the one thing i was in syria for was not fuckin Served. I was cracing from the beginning of the hjounrey some syrian marag bamia which i had fond memories of when i last was here :P.

I asked baba if we could stay the night here but he wouldnt allow it so we went straight to Lebanon, The ecstacy of first being in Lebanon was amazing specially in a car, It wasnt a feeling u'd feel in any place.

I took pics everywhere and sang Fairuz' famous song, " B7ebbek Ya Lebnnaan Ya wa6ane B7ebbek ... " .. Cheesy i know but it felt right and dad didnt stop me .. He let me be in the mood :P.

Journey to Leb:).

2009-07-23T23:19:00.002+03:00

Ok, Its a very long story, but in the trip i got my laptop and wrote some notes, These notes were Saudi Arabia and they are not filtered:).

1. As soon as we took off, the first signs of trouble began, My father, after checking his pockets declares that he forgot his phone at home, So we go back to the house and just before we reach it a phone rings wella he didnt check good, So we headed back to our place, Shway LooL:P.

2. First we went toShamiya Jam3eeya to complete the things we needed O i bought a Camera :).

3. I ate my lunch at subway shamiya.

4. We went to the Soug so dad can change some of the bed covers we bought because they obstructed his rear view of the car.

5. From there we headed to Saudi Arabia.

6. Im surprised that 1 sign said 3abdelle straight, But dad 6ela3

mtaktekhaa:P.

-. 3'baaar Mo 6abee3e, Jedam Sayartnaa Raa7.

7. 100 KM till the Kuwaiti Saudi Borders, Sorry for the little pics in Saudi because of their strict rules wella i wanted to snap some pics, Dad's strict rules.

8. baba gave me the full responsibility of the Passports, so the task was scary, Mabee a9'aye3 ay shay.

9. WE reach 7afr il Ba6en and find a nice village bess no, I dont want to live here.

10. Im finiding it difficult to initiate any kind of small talk with dad, Ma yetkalam Baa6 chabdee.

11. Its now 8:21 and im writing these notes on my laptop with limited charge on the tunes of 3abdalla Rwaiished's 'ay ma3aza'.

12. Its dark o Makuu laiitat il shuware3 allah y3ez likwaaiiit.

13. Baba ygool ra7 neg3ad fe 3ar3ar which is some 300+ KM, Malee 5lg:P, Bess im happy to take this journey.

14. Whats this, Ma 3endehum radio mith il 3alam, Makuu shay ye6la3, Kella Mshawsh :@.

15. O 3alamnee il Wakt 3allamnee 3allamnee, A3ber fog jar7ee o Atebasam O ibn adam Lomaa 3ethrata Ma Te3allam.

16. Im going to leave these notes as they are and put them in the Blog:).

This is Day 1 of the journey to Leb, Average-q8i from the heart of the action in Road two hundred something going to Raf7aa then 3ar3ar, :).

No Comment No.4

2009-07-07T18:10:00.005+03:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tTBSUPM_3U

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYtXcu11-2M

Makes u think, Who is the handicapped in this world ?

Transfer Analysis.

2009-07-05T21:44:00.002+03:00

So, I'd like to review the football transfer that happened till now in the transfer market and my expectations of them, Im not an expert of football but i have a great interest in it, I mean when my team won the premiership sometime ago, I bout a big cake to school and celebrated it with great passion, thats how much i love football and my team:P.

Let me start with the giants, Real Madrid's so called delarious spending spree supported by the new owner of the Mr Florentino Perez. This man showed this year that he has no playing around and cashed in a miraculous amount to bring in C.Ronaldo and Kaka with the Spanish defender Raul Albiol and Man U's biggest target Benzema.

Well for me, I believe that Ronaldo wont move from Man U unless he would be offered a giant sum like this, I believe he deserved every penny of it, there was some criticism on the lavishness of the deal, but a player who had a 50% role in making a team win the triple and the Premiership for 3 times in a row, magiced the audience and stunned the defenders is worth what he got. In terms if he will succeed, I cant precisely predict that, I mean alot of people saw Beckham's move as the perfect move but he didnt impress at all except in some areas, so the judgement in that is still vague but i can assure you that Ronaldo will always find a place in the starting line-up and will give glimpses of brillance in his time at Madrid.

Kaka's price is also very reasonable. Kaka is a player any team wants and he can equal the role of Zidane in the previous galacticos team. Kaka runs all the time, passes with great precision and scores in numerous times, he also has the defensive approach in hand and is a great asset for Madrid. The question is, Will he cope with Madrid?, The same thing for Ronaldo.

I believe the biggest catch was Benzema, who still didnt complete the move but 35 million is fairly less than what was predicted. This player was requested by a lot of people, and Perez got him from under the noses of Fergie with this price tag, Brilliant signing, but where will he play?

Man U, well they lost there greatest player but have a hefty sum that can bring tons of small ronaldo's :P. The Tevez saga is still on and going, I believe that he will go to Man City in a few days time. He is so demanding and a move to Man City can turn out to be a step down.

The arrival of L.Valencia was a great one in my opinion for Man U, I mean a player who is used to play in the premier league, influenced alot by his previous manager who is Steve Bruce who was a player under Fergie so you can understand the connection. This player runs like hell down the flanks and magical shots that induce adrenaline into a person's body whilst watching him.

M.Owen, the incredibly surprising signing. See how life turns, a player who enjoyed torturing the devil's defence for years wearing the badge of Liverpool is now the striker of Manchester United. Who could've expected?, The price tag was fantastic, landing an English striker who is experienced and capable although injury prone is something great. Also the quick actions of Fergie should also be appreciated.

Man City are on their spree too, R. Santa Cruz who i must say is good signing, and Gareth Barry is also is a heavyweight signing. It is obvious that Hughes is targeting capable players which indicates that he wants action, straight up action, he wants the Premier League this season. The thing that is confusing is that the attacking force in City is very established, why go through, and buy other strikers, why are they targeting Tevez and other strikers?

Chelsea were surprisingly quiet this summer, no signings till now except for the youngster sturridge, What is Ancelotti thinking about?, Is Abramovic going through rough times or are they dealing with things secretely?, The only obvious interest is Aguero who is also a big target for alot of teams. Talks about selling Bosingwa which i think a ridiculous thing to do.

Arsenal, who signed Vermaelen recently and are targeting Felipe Melo from Fiorentina to fill in the defensive midfielder position. Vermaelen's signing is facing alot of critcism but getting a defender was a target of Arsenal's from a while specially after the devastating Silvestre move from Man U. If Wenger keeps his players intact and gets Melo or any other defenive Mid, I think he will succeed next season.

Im not an extensive italian football fan so im not in a place where i can analyse their signing, plus im tired of this very Big post.

I sincerely say thank u for the one who will read the useless crap i wrote:P.

This is just an analysis by me, Big mistakes i know, but just gave it a try:P.

No Comment No.3

2009-07-04T17:48:00.000+03:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VI7Wfmegawk

Lebanon By Car

2009-07-03T00:52:00.002+03:00

So, I believe that my father will take us to Lebanon this year. He says that as soon as our passports finish from renewing we will go. He normally goes to Leb by car and we, the family go after him in two days by a plane. But this year i wanted to go with him by car.

I always like the excitement of something new to do in my life. Like I went to Cornwall with the school when i was in yr 5, Which was a very premature experience and age. I also went 2 times to Dubai with the school in a football competition, doing stuff that is fairly unorthodox is something that i like to do:P, I also went to a couple of expeditions with the as well as part of the international award.

So going on a car trip to Lebanon is something that i always anticipated and having a long car journey with my dad may increase our bond (( not trying to sound cheesy:P. )), But because me and my dad have a relatively distant relaitionship, a long car trip can always help.

Also the fact that my father is not the man he was some 10 years ago makes me obliged to go with him to care for him, he is in an age that is a bit old.

Our car trip will start from Kuwait, Through the Saudi Borders where we normally sleep, through Jordan which we dont stop at all, then through syria, Sleep a night, Then straight to Lebanon 3alaiih :P.

I know its going to be an interesting journey with alot of incidents as i had the last time i came back from lebanon to Kuwait:).

I dont know exactly when i will go, But if i go, Wish me luck:P.

My Father.

2009-06-28T02:31:00.003+03:00

Can I Pay tribute to My Father Please, He was not only an Amir, He was My Father and i remembered him, and wanted to bless my blog with his picture.

Please Read the Fat7aa on his soul:).

Allah Yer7emik Baba, O Yghamed Roo7ek il Janna.

Minba6 Chabdee :@.

2009-06-26T23:44:00.001+03:00

ilyom im going through a rough time.

Y3ne

1. Obooy comes up to mee and says " who is flana?", I was silent la2ana she is a very close friend o we text each other, My thought was O inta shakuuuuuu, U go through my phoone?

Bess i was like " Wa7da ", He was like " Bel Madresaa ", gltlaa "E", Bess sawaiit nafsee pissed o mshaiit.

2. I just learned that my brother bought a BB, Obooy contributed some of the money.

illeee baa6 chabdee inaa:

A. O5ooy in the last 2 years lost 3 phones o Ana 3ala il Ka7yaan Malee :@.

B. I got reasonably good grades, Laiish LAIL7EEN No Reward, No Appreciation, I dont want a BB, Bess abe some money Agazerhaa Bess nothing .. :(.

C. Both of my cousins got less good grades than mee but got their BB's O ana 3ala 7a6atkum.

D. My brother gives a line and a new phone to my lil sister, O her phone is newer than mine :@, O i got better grades than her:@.

Frankly im pissed off, Laiish moo ana. Ymkn the only one who knows about me is mum wille i dont blame, Bess Baba Is a Total SKIPPING Me.

Y3nee he gives me money everyday o chithe, Bess he until now never overdid it to mee as a gift:@.

NOTE: Ma 5athaiit Hadeyaa 7ag 3eedmelade min ahalee laiil7een:@.

tara the Points above were raised by my driver who noted up these things, Which awared mee and made me pissed.

Bess agool il 7emdilla 3ala kel 7aal, O Allah y5alee ahalee lee, La2ana Shofat-hum takfee.

El 7amdilla :).

Thnx for reading:).

Tamzeej.

2009-06-25T07:13:00.002+03:00

Hal Cham yom Madree Shfeeene, Kella immazej:P.

Y3ne i'll put some examples :P.

1. Ana Nayem, Welaa tyey il 5adama Tabee Tna9'ef daree il 9ub7, y3nee their daiily routine. Madree Akoon 7alem B2akel Welaa Shay, Agoolaha Abee Baq9am o Chay o 7aleeb, O Ba3daiin Anaam. 6ab3aan ehyaa tgool hathaa akeed 7almaan, Wana ta8reeban 7almaan, Bess Faj2aa Agoom marra thanyaa Agool, Waiin il Akel :O, Baq9amooo shfeek yanaiit:P?

O Tyeebly O Akel, O anaaam Marra thanyaa:P.

2. ilyom il Fayer, Wld 5altee msawee Detox. O anaa yu3aaaan, fa Agoolaa Ya Flaan, McDo?, O we Go McDonalds il sa3a 4 il Fayer 3ala il 5aleeej. O Ohwa Maskeen Yda5en, O ana adebbaa McChicken o Vanillaa Sundae With extra chocolate sauce o Bu6a6, Mazaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaj :P.

3. Tamzeeejtee il 7aleyaa, inee ga3ed akteb hal 7azzaa bil Blog:P.

4. Sawaiit Twitter:P, www. twitter.com/average_q8i, Ba6een chabdee mo m5aleene a7e6 il Dash:@.

il 3e6laaaaaaaa Faraaaaghaaa, Makuuu Shay:P.

Bess some ppl here need praise from me, La2ana they r making it better:P.

Meshtaag lil dawree il englaiizee ya jemaa3aa:P.

Im too kind.

2009-06-22T23:26:00.003+03:00

Not Bragging or Anything, Bess sometimes i feel that im too kind. I sacrifice things for the sake of other people who dont give a shit actually.

There is a few who appreciate what i do, like my mother who is the original me, Im a copy paste of her, and im proud of it.

I always see her leaving things that can make her happy for us, her kids. She made my father put us in a private school and endures alot of things for us and other people.

The same thing, i think is happening to me.

Little stuff that dont seem of great value, I sacrifice, and nothing from the other party. Its a sad feeling to feel.

And Kindness is not only giving.

Kindness is something completely different.

I can go to a poor man and give him 100 Kd but treat him shit, this is not kindness.

But i can also go to that poor man and give 100 Fils but treat him with compassion and he will feel better.

Sometimes i expect the same kindness that i give from other people, but i get the exact opposite.

I dont want money, I dont want anything but a smile, a sign of apprecitation, a pat on the back.

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I just came from the Kaifan, from Kuwait Club stadium.

il 3arabe lost unfortunately and the Emir's deservedely went to Kuwait Club.

Our defence was ma95ara, Our Hjoom wasn't in full form.

And to top it all, it was the last match of Feras Al 5a6eeb :(.

Bess inshalla this is a wakeup call, and we get rid of our shitty board.

Some people will sacrifice anything for the chaiir.

U R HATED, WHY THE HELL DO U WANT TO STAY.

ur not giving anything to the club, most of the fans hate uu. SHTABEE BA3AD.

RESIGN O 5ALA9.

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Sorry for the bad mood, Bess T7amellooone:).

No Comment No.2

2009-06-17T19:35:00.002+03:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jF7i_98ZMU.

3ala Kethr il Sneen ilee 3eraftek .. Ma 3eraftek Zaiin.

Temanaiit Inee Ma Sheftek Wala La79'aa Wala Shwaya.

7asabt Inta Wana Nebga 7abayeb .. Nebga A7la Ithnaiin.

7esbtek Tebgaa Lee 6ool il 3omer Mu5le9 Wefee Leya.

Wa Atharee 7ubenaa Kethbaa .. Nsaiit il 3eshraa Fe Yomaiin.

Zera3t il Shouk Ana bnafsee .. 3'erast il Ham Bedaya.

Ana Ma Kent a9'en ilee Y7eb .. Y7eb Lah Sha59aiin?

3ala Balee Ana L7alee .. 7beebee Ymoot bess Feya?

3ala il Neya Meshaiit .. O Ma 3eraft Amshee Ma3ah Lwaiin?

Elaiin il Wakt Bayyan Lee .. Newayaa 3'adr Ma5feyaa.

Ta3al O Shoof Wesh Kethr il Dmoo3 .. Ilee T5oon il 3aiin.

Kether Maa 5anenee 7a9'ee O 3araftek Int Mo Leyaa.

Ana Shelle Y9abernee 3ala Hamee Ma3aak Lail7een?

5ala9 Eb3ed Wana Bab3ed .. Wala Tes2al Abad Feya.

Wetha ga9dek Tbee3 o Teshteree Galbee Ana B7arFaiin.

Abam7ee il 7ub Men Galbee Wa3eeshek Thekra Manseya.

Ananee Mithle Ma Ent .. Wala Yafreg Ma3ak il Baiin.

Waanaa Ma 3aad Ta3nee Lee .. 5asaraa Feek Ma9'eya.

Emptied Out

2009-06-15T15:39:00.002+03:00

9arlee cham yom moo msawee post minee, Bess la2ana 7aiil ma kaan lee 5lg akteb O surprisingly i was quite busy hal cham yom :).

Ams I saw alot of Celebrities, Hlal il Sayer Wazeer il 9e77a o 3abdalla il Man9oooor (( Ray7een Radeen, :P. )) , O yusef il Jasem Mal il A5baar.

I saw them in the Blood Bank, It was the World Blood Donor Day, Fa wayed naas came, O dashaiit 3ar9' baiinhum.

O Ee, GO DONATE BLOOD, It wont hurt uu, It will take only 10 - 15 minutes, Dont put excuses that you cant stand the needle, It doesnt hurt alot, Believe me.

O Think about it, U can save a life, Maybe More with ur blood, And its good for ur health and ull take Ajer.

O5ooy did some thing crazy, Safar O Nesa Floosa Bel Baiit :).