I'm Not Different, I'm Just Weird

ok so here are a few moments in my life that i will never forget in all my life (even though i wish i could with some of em) but i'm afraid that maybe i will.. and i don't want to... and these moments always puts a smile on my face and make me laugh.. here it goes:

situation #1:
time: last weekend.

me and my cousin were out and we were bored to death. so she tells me that there's this road that's all bumpy and stuff and we would have fun going there while driving fast (i know what you're thinking.. seriously? a bumpy road? is she high? don't worry i thought the same thing) so i said ok.. we didn't have anything to do.. it turns out it's the parking lot for johnny carinos :/ anyway we had a blast i must say..

ok imagine this: you're going 90 miles per hour on a little street that's all bumpy or whatever and that's the only form of entertainment that you can get on a thursday night? well it was the best idea my cousin ever had!!!

ok another thing to imagine: you're on a date with your girl/boyfriend at johnny corinos parking lot and you see a car flying by with 2 girls in it with their hands up in the air and then come to a screeching halt at the exit, come back and unknowingly park next to your car and eat McDonald's ice cream while laughing hysterically... what would be going through your mind? (this actually happened btw)

situation #2:
time: same thing.

so were looking for the bumpy road.. and my cousin doesn't know where it is.. so we get into every turn we see.. so we turn into the boat club or something right?
10 minutes later... we're still in the boat clubs' parking lot!! we were fucking lost!! in a fucking parking lot!! (i swear alot don't i?) we had to call her sister (who doesn't know jack shit about kuwait.. she doesn't even know where their jam3iya is..ok maybe i'm exaggerating..but she really ma itdil shay) and ask for directions on where the fucking exit was (she wasn't any help.. she kept making us go into circles... that bitch..we should have known) anyway we were there for another 5 minutes until we found it... it was really stupid.. LOOOL!!

situation #3:
time: hehehehehehehehe yeah ok we'll just skip this one k?

my brother had promised me to get me some kk.. and i was craving it like crazy.. so i went to look for him, so i asked my sister who was on the couch watching t.v.. she said she didn't know.
this is what i said:
"that fucking bitch... amma cut off his dick and shove it in his ass when i see him!"
i hear something behind me and when i turn to see who it is.. it turns out to be my parents!
i turn around to look at my sister and this is exactly how i looked like and i swear i'm not exaggerating!

i stayed in my room for 2 days and i didn't make eye contact with them for 4...

situation #4:
time: errr meh..

i was in the living room watching tv with my sister when i hear my pink panther ringtone go off.. so i get up and run to my room to answer it. and on the way there i hit the table. HARD! i kept going not realizing that i hit a table. i answer the phone and it's my cousin (i know what you're thinking.. her cousin again? which one?) it's the one i got lost in the parking lot with. anyway. so we're talking and i'm sitting with my sister and she's watching tv.. and when my cousin is in the middle of the sentence... this is what happened:
cousin: "yeah so blah blah blah and then we could..."
moi: "FUCKING BITCH!!"
my sister jumps from her seat and my cousin is speechless.
cousin: "what? what's wrong?"
sister: :shfeech?"
moi: "OOOOOW!! 5ARRA EB SHAKIL OMIK ZAIN?!"
both of them: "what?!"
turns out i just felt the pain from when i hit the table.. and it hurt like hell!!! i had this big ass bruise on my hip.. and i'm just feeling the pain.. i guess my body was in shock.. when i think about it.. it's funny as hell

situation #5:
time: 2-3 weeks ago... i think.. :D

we're all having lunch. my brother sneezes..
moi: "7amdilla"
brother: "yir7amch allah"
moi: "yahdeena o yahdee..." i look at my brother
moi: "did you sneeze or did i sneeze?"
brother: "i think i did..."
moi: "3ayal laish gilt yir7amch allah??"
brother: "laish giltay 7amdilla??"
moi: "touche' "
my parents didn't let me forget about it for a week...


hmmmm.. what else? what else? what else?? i can't remember... anyway when i do i'll post about it..

We Not Only Live In A Cage, We Built The Cage, And Live In A Corner Of It

Sitting against the headboard on her bed, she stared at the blank paper leaning against her bent legs, and still she stared. She lifted her pencil to write a sentence, but when she was about to write it down, she paused. It wasn’t good enough. It wasn’t good at all.

She sighed and lifted her head and stared at the ceiling, as if she could find whatever inspiration she wanted written on it.

After not finding anything embedded in the ceiling she eyed the piece of paper and started drawing a perfect square in its corner.

As she finished coloring the insides of the square, a flicker of light shines in the corner of her mind. Finally she has found something she could work on! She starts concentrating on that light, willing it to grow stronger. A smile appears on her face as she holds the pencil firmly and starts creating a person as well a family.

She keeps on writing, keeps on creating memories and everything else. She has created the perfect life. The perfect world, where it only exists in the readers mind, where he can only see it behind his eyes.

She stops writing and lifts her hand to re-read her newest creation. And she decides she likes it. She closes her notebook and goes to the kitchen to have a snack. She always gets hungry after writing.


After writing what you just read. I stood and wondered if I was just a character in someone else’s story; if I’m just a bunch of words that’s formed this person that’s writing this post. I had just created a person with ambitions and dreams, who lives in a world that I had also created with these words and I can’t help but wonder if I’m the same thing. Have you ever wondered about that?

As I sit here and ponder some more I start to hear my mother telling me to stop living in my own world and start living in the real world.

As I walk to the door and look back. I can’t see the words that are on the computer screen, but I can easily see the perfect world that's in it, and I can’t help but wish to live in that world.

From Class

guess where i am??

i'm in class!! ok ok it's not really a big deal.. except i'm in a public high school and the fact that i'm connected to wire-less internet is awesome!!

ok i'm bored and there's nothing left to say... and i'm sitting here munching on a krispy kreme donut is heaven..

oh and my friend sarah says hii.. don't mind her she's kind of a kook :P

aaaah how relaxing...

ok i have nothing to do and my friend is waiting to check her email...
everybody in class has her laptop and i'm the only one with a connection.. suck on that bitches!!!

p.s i know the pic looks very fugly.. but that's the way life is..

toodels ;P

You Can Never Get Enough Badleyat **click the title for older badleyat**

yes my dear reader, it's the time of the year again.. another badleyat post!!

shall we start??

1. kamboor (shampoo + conditioner)
2. mingalmmma (min6ama + mincha3ma)
3. 6ab3a (ma6aba) i said it in a dream!!
4. 3awajin (7awajib + 3yoon)
5. thakarteech (thakartich + thakarteeny)
6. sim3eeny a5izich (shofeeny a5izich)
7. ma7ad yakil o ib 7alja akil (ma7ad yitkalam o ib 7alja akil)
8. worild (weird)
9. magloofa (malgoofa)
10. akaataaab (aktib + kitab)
11. 3ara ib kainish (3ama ib 3ainich + 5ara ib shaklich)

I Had Another Dream

I had another dream the other night. It wasn't a good dream. And you were in it. I didn't want you in my dream. I felt something. Like something bad is going to happen. And I didn't want anything to happen to you.

I tried to get you to leave. I tried to keep you away. To keep you safe, but you wouldn't leave. I wanted you to leave. I told you that I had a feeling, and that I didn't like it, that I didn't want you to be here when it happens. You told me it was all in my head. But the feeling was only getting stronger. I didn't like it. And I wanted to wake up. You said it would be okay. You said everything would be fine. I tried to believe you. I wanted to believe you so bad.

All this happened in the car on our way. I kept expecting something to happen. Any second and it would. But it never did. The feeling seemed to fade away. I was glad it was fading.

The car kept moving, and we kept laughing. I never wanted this feeling to end. This happiness. this content. I wanted it to go on forever.

I look at my right and I see the car coming towards us. It was getting closer. The car wasn't supposed to be there. I opened my mouth to tell you that. But I never got the chance to say it.

I won't be cliché and say that I saw my life flash through my eyes. And the only white light I saw was the headlight from the car. It was very strong. I had to close my eyes because of it.

I woke up that day with this urge to see you. And when I went to your room I couldn't find you. I wanted to tell you about the dream. I wanted to know what it meant. Most of all I wanted to see you and make sure you were safe.

I was getting really worried until you called. You told me you were hungry, and I told you I wanted to talk to you about something. You said you were in the mood for the place we were going to in my dream. I told you we’d see when you get here.

I don't know how you convinced me to go there. But we did. And on the way there, I had the same feeling I had then. And I became quiet. You said something about that being weird since I can't keep my mouth shut for two minutes. And I didn't say anything. That’s when I think you became really worried.

We got to the place where it happened. I look at my right expecting to see the car coming towards me. But it never came.

I laughed and told you about the dream. And you laughed at my paranoia. I told you I have really weird dreams, and you couldn't help but agree. We kept laughing about it all day.

You told me it would be okay. You said everything would be fine. I tried to believe you. And I did, I still do.

We See Things Not As They Are, But As We Are

I'm sorry that I'm not the person you wanted me to be, I'm sorry that I'll never be that person.
I'm just not strong enough, or smart enough to be like you. I'm sorry. I tried. I really did.. even after all the advice and directions you gave me, I don't know what to do.

I can't be like you, I don't know how to be like you. I'm not like you. I'm not as confident as you are, I'm not wise as you are. I'm not together as you are.

I tried. I really did. And I won't stop trying.. it's just that my trying isn't good enough. It's never good enough, it will never be good enough.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be this insecure. I can't help it. It's the truth. I'm no longer in denial.

I've tried to be the best I can be. I've tried to make you proud of me. I'm not you, I'm not her, I'm not them. I'm just me. And I don't know if I should be sorry because of it. But I am. I don't know why. I just am.

I'm trying to do everything you want without losing myself, and I already feel like a stranger to myself. You said everything will be ok. Easier said than done. I've already lost myself. I don't even know who I am anymore.

I can't be you. I just.....can't.

Please don't stop loving me because of it. Please

Introducing Abercrombie & Fitch!

they're my favorite! i love them! i adore them! and they're so cuute! :P

the one on the right is Abercrombie and the other is fitch :D
i usually pick their noses when i feel bored. and when they start to fight i just shove my foot in their mouthes :P

that's it.. and i can't think of anything else. if i remember i'll tell you :P

I Think I'm Going To Delete This Blog Because Of This..

so a few days or so ago i was walking in the halls of my school (ga99a) where i see my principal coming in the opposite direction. i thought ' shit busted!'

now the principal is a great friend of my mothers, so she keeps an eye on me which sucks. moving on.

she stops me and asks how i am. blah blah blah. THEN! THEN!! she says the worst sentence in the english vocabulary. she said
"nice blog btw.."

!!!!!!! how! how does she know??

alright my dear reader.. say it with me.. FUCK!!!

You Only Live Once. But In That Life You Die A Thousand Diffrent Deaths

i've been tagged by Red Lady.

so here are the 10 things you don't know about me:

1. I'm a chocoholic. (no surprise there.)
2. I miss NY. (I really do love it.)
3. I know 2 bloggers, and i recently saw 3. (i won't say who so don't bother :P)
4. I used to love playing kout. now i hate it, because of how much they forced me to play it.
5. I hate apricots. (how ironic)
6. I don't have a favorite color.
7. I'm frequently being underestimated. and i love their expressions when they realize that.
8. My hair is so na3im to the extent that if i use a curling iron after 3 hours it goes straight again.
9. I'm a night person.
10. I love the smell of rain.
    

Read 'Em While They're Still Hot! ** click on the title for older badleyat**

here i am again, about to write badleyat.. nothing new.. this time i don't think it's for proof that i am om el badleyat.. i think it was very obvious from my other badleyat post.

so let's get on with it shall we? :)

1. 7ajiya (7aganiya)
2. a'3na a7aly (a7la a'3any)
3. pucking fussy (fucking pussy) please excuse my language :P
4. adabiya (mit2adba)
5. 9af5ita (fa95ita)
6. '63am (3'6am)
7. 9amya (3amya + 9am5a)
8. 5ayeena (5iyana)
9. tagree3a (targee3a)
10. karast kisriyey (kassart kirsiyey)
11. eeter eith (either eat)

there you have it!
enjoy!

p.s all these badleyat were from 3 days ago

One Meets His Destiny Often On The Road He Takes To Avoid It

The day was going well so far. We still didn’t find what we were looking for. We didn’t know what we’re actually looking for. But we wanted something for the party. We kept shopping, going from one shop into the other for a while. We had found some ‘potential’ things to wear. But we wanted something perfect for all of us.

Shopping wasn’t something I really enjoyed, but I was enjoying the company, we would make some remarks on some particular things that we felt people had the right not to see on display let alone on people..

We were getting out of a shop that we had just entered less than five minutes ago when:
*beep beep beep*

I thought to myself... this couldn’t be happening... I turn and see the sales man waving his hands and telling me not to worry about it. I thank him and catch up with them. They’re trying not to laugh. But it was a losing battle as they tried not to make eye contact with each other or with me.

“Alright let’s just keep going”
“I thought you threw away those jeans?” she asks me, with a huge grin.
“I did. This sucks man...” I say as we make our way to the next store. we pass some guys waiting outside for some girls. One guy says something about us that we didn’t pay attention to or hear, it’s nothing new to us.

As we enter it beeps again, and I turn to the security guard to see his reaction. I see him looking at me. Confused, not knowing what to do. But he kept quite. I hear them giggle and go check out some stuff. I give up and stand near the security guard so he can see that I’m not doing anything. Because I was positive when we leave I would beep. And I didn’t want to waste anybody’s time.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand with the feeling that I was being watched. I turn and I see the security guard looking at my body with a look I didn’t like. I look down and make sure that everything is the way it should be. Nothing showing and nothing is out of place. I look at him again and the look he gave me made me uncomfortable beyond belief. He was undressing me with his eyes. I didn’t like it. It was scaring me. And I wanted to leave. Desperately.

Five minutes later they come to me and say that they’re ready to leave and have some dinner. We pass the steal detector-thingy, and naturally. It beeps. I kept moving as if nothing happened. But he stops me. He asks if he can see my bag.

“Excuse me?”
“I need to check your bag,” he says while holding out his hand for it.

I hand him my bag still not sure what was going on, but if I didn’t cooperate that would mean I was hiding something, which I wasn’t. So I gave it to him. Still trying to figure out what was happening. I still don’t know.

He gives my bag back to me and says the most shocking words: “turn around and spread your arms and legs please,” he says coming closer to me.

“Wha…” he wouldn’t let me finish the sentence. He turned me around and spread my arms and legs and started patting my backside, my legs, thighs, hips, and waist. Everything. His hands were lingering everywhere and everybody knew it. Everybody stopped what they were doing and stared. The guys that were waiting, their eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Everything started to move in slow motion.

His hands began to go up my leg. I opened my mouth to say something I can’t remember even if you gave me a million k.d. But he shut me up immediately. His hands were going further up until they went to my inner thigh. I closed my eyes, not able to take it anymore. A single tear fell from my eyes when he spread my legs more roughly.
I couldn’t believe it. This was actually happening and in public and I’m just standing there. Frozen. I knew what to do if this ever happened. But for the death of me I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t hear or see anything. And I couldn’t stop it.
I didn’t know what was wrong. Why didn’t I move? Why didn’t I hit him? Why didn’t I defend myself?

Tears are still falling when he finished. He thanks me for “my cooperation” and turns back and goes to his place. I turn and walk while they’re walking behind me. One of them, I didn’t know who had my bag in her hand. I hadn’t noticed when my bag fell from my hand. I didn’t notice anything other than what was happening during those minutes. I hadn’t noticed when he started to complement my legs -saying they were beautifully shaped- when he was doing what he was doing. I hadn’t noticed the people asking themselves what was going on. I hadn’t noticed the guys trying to stop the man from what was doing to me. I had only felt my innocence leaving me.

I stop walking. I look around myself and I don’t know where I am. I have no idea why I’m even here. Why I even ran. Why I needed to escape from him.

“Sarah..” they both try to grab my attention

I wake up from my dream with tears in my eyes. And I keep crying for a long time. This was the first time I cried in three years. And I kept crying until there were no more tears. And then I cried some more. It was a dream. It was all a dream. But it felt so real that I couldn’t help but cry.

After I finished crying I lay on my bed thinking about the dream, and tried to find out what it meant. Then all of a sudden my phone rings. I look to see who it is and it’s her. I pick up the phone.

“Wanna go shopping?”

I Have A Dream!!!

ok so i am left handed!! and i am proud of it!! my brother is left handed!! i don't know if he's proud of it.. he should be!! anyway..

what makes us so different? we just use our left hand instead of our right.. does that mean we know satan?

we are special! we can multi-task people!! even though right handed people can too.. but that's not the point!!

we are people too.. there's nothing satanic about using our left hands. there's nothing unlucky about writing with our left hands.. right?!

and god damn it we deserve to use knives with our left hands!!

and for crying out loud we have our own day!! (august 13th)

we are known as creative, smart people, now that is a great bonus.
alot of famous left handed people, like:
douglas adams
h.g wells
leo tolstoy
50 cent
eminem
james brown
dick van dyke
r. kelly
dane cook
robert deniro
will ferrell
eddie griffin
lisa kudrow
jay leno
and many many more.. trust me

so all you left handed people out there in the blog world make yourself known!! and lift up your hand and lift up your middle finger and say "fuck you!"

thanks.. mo bes indimajt hehe

sources from : here and here

When The Dust Is Clear, One Knows If He Is Riding A Horse Or An Ass

so i've been tagged by angel

so here goes nothin'

THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY:


*finishing something i started.

*hanging out with my friends and family.

*writing.

*knowing that when i make someone smile, i was the one who put that smile.

*reading.

*sleeping!!

*helping people.

*chocolate.

*listening to music.

*laughing.

and i think that's it.. i tag whoever wants to be tagged.

post more soon

Everybody Get Down!! *singing off key*

spring break is here people!!
let's shake it and pop it and drop it and kick it.. and break it and whatever you think of..

i am sooo happy to have finished my finals!! all those two weeks with no human contact has left me craving for human contact and wanting reassurance that people are still out there..

this is soo cool.. all my friends and family still have finals and i'm the only one who doesn't..lol 6i7saw bitches!!

anyway i'm still thinking of moving.. especially since FT (010) blocked blogger beta, i thought that's aight i'll just move. and today i realized they unblocked it.. so horay!
if the 3rd strike comes along i might move.. let's hope that doesn't happen..

god you have no idea how much i missed the internet! i've wanted to do so many stuff!! and i will later on

so anyway.. what's up with you reader?

I Think We need To Talk

i have to make this quick before she comes back..

my blog and i have been having some problems.. we can't seem to agree on anything

i try to post a picture and it's says no..
i try to put some music.. it says no..

anything i want to do.. it says no.. :(

so i may break up with my blog and go to wordpress.. do you think i should do that?
i dont know what to do.. i'll have to think about it..

oh shit i gotta go.. the blogs coming.. i seem to be running away from it alot these days..
ciao my fellow reader..

p.s i start finals tomorrow.. i'll be gone till the 16th.
see you then and wish me luck. i need it

What You Hear If You're With Me And My Cousins..

• Me: "I'm an English bitch, and she's a French bitch, and you're a world wide bitch."

• Me: "Wanna recruit some new bitches and hoes?"
  Cousin #1: "We already have enough bitches and hoes."

• Me: "Your ass will be shoes."
  Cousin #1: "Shko?"
  Me: "Since I'm going to put my foot up yo ass."

• Cousin #2: "Can we get you anything else? A room maybe?"

• Cousin #2: "You are so controlling!"
  Me: "Allah e3een zojich."
  Cousin #1 "Shut up!!" "Can you get me a paper bag for this?"
  Me: "Inshallah" *gets up*
  Cousin #2 "Hahahahahaha!"

• Me: "I know she's a total bitch, but I really wanna watch her.."

• Cousin #2: "Dude I'm seriously hungry."
  Me: "How's that new?"

• Cousin #1 *singing Kelly Clarkson*
  Me: "Did we do something to deserve this?"
  Cousin #1: "Deserve what?"
  Cousin #2: "This torture."
  Cousin #1: "How am I torturing you?"
  Me: "You're singing."

• Me: "When we get old and they get all saggy and stuff, I'm gonna have to stuff them in my pants or put them over my shoulders."

• Me: "He's a walking billboard for birth control."

• Cousin #2: "If you were an orange. What type of orange would you be?"
  Me: "One that's not eaten."

• Cousin #2: "What kind of animal is the Sagittarius?"
  Cousin #1: "Hahahaha! There you go. Akbar daleel enna el sagis are stupid! hahaha"
  Me: "Raga3t elly gabilha. el7een shlon tabeeny aragi3 hathy?"
  Cousin #2: "So it's not an animal?"

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My B.Day

so the day has *finally* come! it's my birthday!

so happy birthday me! hehe

no i feel that i must say this. so that nobody gets this wrong.
when you get me my present. i expect it to be nice. if there's no present. money is expectable. money is also preferable. and i won't be accepting anything less than 5 k.d. :D

so that's that! and now i'm gonna go to bed. got a big test tomorrow! wish me luck sweeties!!

i expect to see some serious presents in the mail :P

night guys.

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December's post a no secret

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Just Cruisin..

hey wazzaap peeps!!
i just had my first driving lesson! (woho!)
i drove all around the area and almost reached jam3ia shamiya.. well that's kind of an over statement since i only drove around the 7a'9ana in front of our house, but excitement can do that for a person. so cut me some slack.

anyway i was a great driver! for a first timer that is. i mean i didn't hit any ra9eef and i didn't break too hard. you know the hard break that you feel like you're going to fly out the window break? yeah i didn't do that. i was a "natural". that was a direct quote from my momma.

you should have seen the look at the asian's face when he saw how i was driving. i wanted to open my window and ask him if i was a good driver. but my mah said no. :(

anyway i just wanted to write this down so that i wouldn't forget it. just 2 more years. just 2 more years. say it with me. just 2 more years. just 2 more years.

well that's all folks.. i'll holla at youz latta

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Badeleyat For Sale!

Good Morning children!

as you may all know i have been dubbed "om el badleyat" by almost every person i meet.
so i feel that i must prove to you that i've earned that name.

so here are a few bedleyat that i had the time to remember and to actually write.. but i think these are enough to show you that i really really earned the name "om el badleyat"

so without further ado.. my badleyat!:

1. sekrietay (9akartay)
2. tuh (duh + totally)
3. 9af6a (9af7a)
4. sa3boola (e9a3boona)
5. quality net (k net)
6. daad (dude + man)
7. rooma nonee7a (nooma moree7a)
8. exclamation park (exclamation mark + ??)
9. spood (speed of food)
10. soka (spoon + shoka?)
11. madro (madri + i don't know)
12. tonay (today + tonight)
13. fe5el (fe3el 5ology)

here they are.. of course i feel that i must tell you that there have been many more before and there will be many more after..

after i've explained myself i must bid you farewell..

farewell! and good morning!