DoT iN THE UNiVERSE

Believe me when I say...

2007-12-18T02:44:00.000+02:00

I have a story to tell you. It is not bad at all. I have a theater in my closet, and it's not bad at all. I sit and listen to you when you speak, and you are not bad at all. I have a story to give to you, and it's not bad at all.

Forgive me by saying I struggle, but it's not bad at all. Forgive me for not seeking your help when I needed it,your help was never bad at all. I stand here alone, but it's not bad at all. I weep, it's not bad at all? I cheer for you in my sadness, but it's not that bad at all. I die inside but it's not that bad at all.

It's a day by day life, that is not that bad at all. Judge me if you may, when you see what is inside I am not that bad at all. I stand beside you with no judgements when times are bad, and it was not bad at all.

You know when you leaned over like a child fixing your hair.
Nervous by the outcome, of no love at all..
and you see today I bet you uou can say

its' not that bad at all, she's not that bad at all.

I am a child, I am a mother...

2007-03-26T16:08:00.000+03:00

Exactly one month ago today I gave birth to a beautiful baby "Dot in The Universe". High Five to my husband for this lovely accomplishment. We make a great team!
That night we were in chalet, I kicked my husbands ass in darts at 12:00am, come 2:00am my contractions started. We went straight to the hospital. I Finally had the baby at 9:15am February, 26, 2007.

Through out the whole experience of pregnancy and post-pregnancy I can really say this about the experience:

When pregnant, you are constantly aware of something being in your stomach, to me it felt like a big ball of gas!

Labor is a bitch (excuse my French). It seems that everyone forgets how painful, and long the whole experience is. I didn't and will never forget! (Epidural all the way sisters!).

Breastfeeding is a lovely experience. The bond and all. But realistically speaking, it is painful, time consuming (It takes 15 minutes on each side), and when all is done my baby is still hungry!

I know post-pardim depression is something real and does happen to women. Fortunately, I did not experience any of that. I think after the baby is born the new experience is so overwhelming that you have a choice to give in, or to let loose, breath, and enjoy the whole thing. That's what I did, and it feels great.

Well I am really happy I finally decided to post something again, It feels good to be back. :)

..I am a child, I am a mother.

2007-03-21T12:58:00.000+02:00

Happy Mothers Day, to me?

What a strange feeling. After months of heart burn (Hence the Perrier post from last July), gas attacks, water retention, and mood swings I am a new mom.

It has only been three weeks but I have a new found respect for mothers everywhere.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.

2006-07-04T12:49:00.000+03:00

YUM!

"Ever since my house burned down I see the moon more clearly"-Gregory Colbert

2006-06-12T11:50:00.000+03:00

Truely facinated by the artist Gregory Colbert. His unification of nature, the animal, and the human being is captured so gracefuly. I was really impressed by the beauty of his photographs.

This picture on the left was by far my favorite. I heard somewhere that the elephant in the pictures' head was down, when the boy started to really read to him he started to sit up to litsen.

06/06/06-We got hitched!

2006-06-10T14:31:00.000+03:00

To my baby,

It is funny how I did not think twice about marrying you. You are the love my life, my best friend, and lover. I promise to love you forever (Or till 90 and on earth as you say). Congradulations to the both of us. :P

I love you,
Lilie :)

Confessions.

2006-05-07T15:06:00.000+03:00

Days are feeling Loooooonger than usual.

This Game Will Change Your Life. #2

2006-05-01T10:08:00.000+03:00

From Now On Monday's are Dedicated TooOooo0o0o0o0o0o0OoOoOo0o0o0oOOoOo...................

Drum Roll Please!!!!!

"This Game Will Change Your Life".

The concept is simple. Every week I will post a challenge, and slowly but surely people! You will find at some point that your life has changed in some way or another (I have played this game with a group of 100 people via email 2 years ago, I know what I am talking about :)....Come on, give it a try, CHALLENEGE YOUR SELF! Note: Last monday was the first challenege.

Week 2: Go ahead, today gaze at everyone wondering weather they might be your one true love. Gaze as if they were the one destined for you, as if not gazing would make you loose them forever!.....Hint: Act in Consequence ;)

GOOD LUCK!

lOVE ME ;)

Question of the Week.

2006-04-30T18:33:00.000+03:00

Why don't we all look like this?

2006-04-26T10:53:00.000+03:00

HOOTERS IN CHINA

QUESTION!: THEY HAVE "HOOTERS" IN CHINA?

This Game Will Change Your Life. #1

2006-04-24T15:37:00.000+03:00

Who's looking for a change??? Starting today I will start a game called "This Game Will Change Your Life". Follow what you can, do what you can when asked.

Every week/Mid Week on Monday I will post a "This Game Will Change Your Life" challenge.

Here is your first challenge:

Just give the world the finger!

Pick one day next week,

skip work, and go to the beach!

GoodLuck!

Tutti Frutti

2006-04-22T15:29:00.000+03:00

Anyone else addicted to that little purple box?

TO US!

2006-04-03T11:59:00.000+03:00

It's my Birthday Month, and I don't wanna post a THING all month long!

Happy Birthday to me.

Cheers!

iPod-iLove.

2006-03-25T11:00:00.000+02:00

Big difference between how technology is used in this article vs. How the minds in this beloved country, and region will try to use it for. Before clicking on the link, let's all reminise, and think "Bluetooth" for a couple of seconds. Personally, I think of all the misuse and abuse that the technology has been utilized for.

Click Here: iPods And Education .

Celebrity Junky!

2006-03-20T09:48:00.000+02:00

If you are one of those E! viewers, tabloid readers, gossip seekers, all around Celebrity Junkies, here is one more way you can follow the latest news....

Click on the link: STALKER!

Do you think they have gone a bit too far?

AhAhAHhhhhhAHhhhAHHH!!!!

2006-03-15T13:57:00.000+02:00

Why do we wake up in the morning? Wash up, get dressed, get into the car, drive to work, all at the same time, rush, and start the day with a cup of coffee, then get barried in work, the politics, the paper work, manage to have a bite, keep working, working. Then now it’s time to head back, everyone leaves the office, rush through traffic, go home, the gym, or where ever it is you are heading. Socialize/ or stay home according to mood. Eat dinner, unless you’re on a diet, Note: Why are you dieting? Really if you are one of those dieters please answer the question. Now it’s time to probably watch some TV, catch up with family, spouse, kids whatever till it’s time to go to bed. Now you are in bed, sleep, sleep, sleep, cause you have to do it all over again tomorrow, quick close your eyes, try, I know it’s hard, some of us wonder, some of us force sleep, some of us have an instant switch.

Getting dressed, corporate! Dishadasha? Women, skirts, or pants? Casual? Jeans, we all own a pair of jeans. Are jeans really comfortable? No! But everyone has one, we all wear jeans. I swear I have a point, just bare with me. Food, what do people eat? You know what’s funny. I find that people are classified into two genres, people who eat sushi, and people who eat it. You know why, because sushi is hip these days you have to like sushi!.

Do we ever really do what we want to do? or are we just products of a forced disposition?
I rememeber Heidegger and his theory of being. According to Heidegger there is no such thing as self. There is what he calls a they-self. Being a part of the world is the only way one could feel content, if anyone tries to break through, or be anything but a part of the world, then that causes anxiety in return. So self does not exsist. Indivisuality does not exsist. Would you dare face the wall instead of the person you are meeting with? Even if you felt like it, would you do it?
No. We just wake up, wash up, get into our cars, and go to work.

Come on the brave, who actually thinks they are UNIQUE?

Is the FULL MOON Theory Just a MYTH?

2006-03-14T13:57:00.000+02:00

How are you feeling today?

It's March 14th, and it's a full moon tonight.

*Please contribute to this research by commenting!

2006-03-13T14:31:00.000+02:00

"CONGRADULATIONS TO THE HAPPY COUPLE"

Share a THOUGHT, any THOUGHT...

2006-03-12T13:34:00.000+02:00

COMMENT...................!

PMS.

2006-02-28T09:44:00.000+02:00

We Are Not Kidding!!!!

Dear "Men",

Imagine going through some or all of these syptoms all at once each and every month for the rest of your lives!!

AhHhHhHhhhhhh...!!!

Regards,

Waterlilie AhhhhhhhhhHhhHhHhhHhHHhH!!!

Changes in Mood or Anxiety
Depression
Irritability
Anger
Tearfulness
Increased emotional reactivity
Changes in sexual desire
Anxiety Exacerbation of existing psychiatric condition

Changes in Attention
Forgetfulness
Confusion
Difficulty staying on task
Prone to accidents

Physical Changes
Breast tenderness
Feeling bloated
Swelling in arms and legs
Migraine
Back pain
Difficulty sleeping
Changes in energy level
Nausea

Hmmm.

2006-02-24T10:34:00.000+02:00

Don't hurt yourselves girls, it's only a game.

Gossip.

2006-02-22T11:48:00.000+02:00

During my 45 minute work out at the gym yesterday two girls, in what they considered "talking", gossiped about the whole world. I even knew some of the people they were talking about, but thank god I am almost invisible, a "Dot in the Universe" to most people. Hope it stays that way for a long while.

Allah lay6ayi7ni bilsankom!, Khalow ilnass ib 7alha!

"The road of life is rocky, and you may stumble too, so while you point your fingers, someone else is judging you"

2006-02-18T09:04:00.000+02:00

Is how a society inforces it's beleife system on an indivisual. That causes these values to be precieved as universal. Indivisual will think, act, and react in what is percieved as socially acceptable. To survive these restrictions and made-up perceptions of right, and wrong an indivisual must have "Cultural Logic", or the propper, customized response, reaction, and action to a situation.

"But, logic, like whiskey, loses its beneficial effect when taken in too large quantities." :P

Dreamy.

2006-02-15T08:58:00.000+02:00

After 25 years of wondering what the big deal was over valentines day it finally hit me...

It is only a dream...

And dreams do come true.

Cheesy Poofs.

2006-02-11T14:25:00.000+02:00

LORD! LORD! LORD!

Now that was funny!

Silly Lilie...

2006-02-07T15:03:00.000+02:00

Are for Kids!

Lilies' Mundane Diary-Day 1.

2006-01-24T14:01:00.000+02:00

Is it just me? Or has this January of 2006 been one of the longest months EVER?!

In an effort to get my mind off “stuff” I stayed home the last few days. While I was lounging, kicking back, chilling in my room, looking up at my book shelf, I started eyeing my books looking for a light, fun read. To my surprise I found an empty pantyhose box on the shelf in between my books. I chuckled a bit “ha ha ha”, took it off the shelf, wondered about how it got there, and started walking towards the garbage can to throw it away.

I have always hated pantyhose. Girls, why do we keep buying a product that tears so easily?! Last week while sitting at my desk at work, and in an effort to maximize my femininity I crossed my legs for about 15 minutes. Come time to uncross, the buckle on my boot attaches itself to the stocking, and tore it into something less than a masterpiece. Bastard! I spent a good four hours, with a big whole that made me look like the “Goth Queen” of the company.

In my room, while I was walking towards the garbage can to throw away the box I wondered about pantyhose (Because small things amuse small minds). Who came up with the concept of pantyhose??? What is it made of, and when was it invented? I seriously ran to my laptop to research (which is in within itself disturbing, of course).

It turned out that “Plastic” is actually an experiment gone wrong. In an effort to come up with a generic substitute for silk in 1930 scientists used molecules called polymers in an effort to generate the fabric. Carbon, and alcohol when heated and kept in room temperature resulted in a stretchable fabric type thing. And that my friends’ is plastic for you. But it wasn’t until 1938 that it was announced that nylon was actually invented.

As for pantyhose, The DuPont Company that was doing the research introduced the discovery of pantyhose in 1939. In 1940 it was introduced to the American market, and sold 64 million pairs that year. In 1942 American soldiers at war took pantyhose with them to war to impress British woman. That very same year plastic was doing well as well in the form of parachutes and tents as well. After World War II, one store was flooded with 10,000 women that were trying to purchase pantyhose. That caused a temporary shut down of the store.

So I guess my curiosity caused me to have a new found respect for pantyhose. For those of you that actually read the complete post I’m guessing that your life is as amusing as that box of pantyhose lying in my book shelf for god knows how long, or better yet as fulfilled as mine is.

“I’m a Barbie girl in a Barbie world, wrapped in plastic, it’s fantastic”

2006-01-15T12:51:00.000+02:00

Shaikh Jaber Al-Ahmad Al-AJaber Al-Sabah died today. May he Rest In Peace. And may god protect our beloved country from any harm.

"A Million Little Pieces"

2006-01-09T08:48:00.000+02:00

"A Second of freedom
is worth a lifetime of bondage".

Be it an addiction, or past negitive experiences that influences one's behaviour. One needs to release it in order to be completely free.....

"Follow your heart, your intuition it will lead you in the right direction"

The Bakery Around The Corner.

2006-01-07T08:31:00.000+02:00

I don't suffer from rage, and I am not a person that get's mad very easily. But the bakery I go too really does it for me. Let me tell you a bit about this bakery. It opened a while back, and it has been doing great! The family owned business is extreemly successful, and is growing tremendously.I personally enjoy their pastries and sandwiches very much. As do a good sum of people out there.

Everything sounds great doesn’t it?

Not really, I actually walked out of that bakery three times without making a purchase. The last time I walked out of there I made a promise to never go back there again. The first time I walked out, I just did with out saying a word. The second time, I asked to speak to the manager when the Pilipino lady tells me that it would take approximately 15 minutes for her to place my sandwiches on a tray. Note to reader: there were only three customers in the store including myself, and two ladies behind the counter. The Lebanese guy basically tells her to get a life, and to hurry up.

The third time, just like any other time. Here is the typical scenario: the customer walks in; the workers are busy (which is great!). Most of us walk around storing our choices in our minds, and then when we are done doing that, we stand hoping to be noticed. The workers typical reaction:

No eye contact with the customer. No smile. No “ill be right with you”.

NOTHING! We do not exist. I really, really understand you are busy. I truly do. But any gesture to reassure the customer that their presence is appreciated would be appreciated. I looked at the lady, I am staring, staring, hoping to catch her eye to establish eye contact. I am waiting, waiting, waiting, and then I finally get that urge to speak. “Excuse me, are you very busy?” She looks up, and says “Yes Mam!” I delete, delete, and delete all of my choices out of my mind. I suppress the cravings I have for that chicken, and corn sandwich. I tell my senses to calm down, I tell my rage to go away, I tell my brain to loosen up. I tell myself, only if she would had said, “Yes Mam, could you just a wait a few minutes”, “yes Mam, ill be right with you”, or “Yes, mama”, and smiled, I would have stayed, I would have stayed for as long as she wanted me too. But it was that look, it was her voice, it was that negative energy, and lack of respect that made me gather my self up one more time, and walk out of that bakery for the last time!.

"This is the last time that I will show my face, so tread it under the carpet, or hide it under the stairs, you say some things never die, well i try, and I try" :P.

What is the biggest..........?

2006-01-04T10:31:00.000+02:00

50 Promises this 2006.

2005-12-31T12:25:00.000+02:00

I Promise...
Exercise regularly.
Drink 2 liters of water a day for the next 365 days.
I will visit at least 1 country I have never been too before.
I will give back/ volunteer on a regular basis.
I promise to read more.
I promise to drink less coffee.
No Soda.
I promise to eat more greens, and cut back on junk, unless its Johnny Rockets (I will allow myself 1 diet cherry coke (per month) “being realistic”).
Now that I discovered Dip N Crunch’s salt and vinegar fries I will magically erase how good they are from my brain, and allow my self a casual rediscovery in April. (I can’t wait till April).
I will order books on waterlilie cultivation, and make it a passion.
I want to learn how to shoot guns. (So out of character for me, but I feel like it’s a good release).
I will realize my flaws.
I promise to work on my flaws, and better myself.
I will make more time for my “self”.
I will only spend time with people that matter to me the most.
I will do yoga at least twice a week.
I want to meet Paulo Coelho (Ill give myself 3 years for that one!-remind me to add it to next years list).
I promise to never go to bed with mascara on.
I will finish the project I started in 2005, and present it to the world in April, 2006 (No further Comments). No link between this and the salt and vinegar fries (Im salivating as I type: again I can’t wait till April)
I will start my Spanish 2 classes, without procrastination this time.
I promise to read more about religion.
I will take cooking classes with R.
I promise to treat my parents to a weekend getaway.
I will start a daily journal, and document everything.
I will start showing my friends, family how much they mean to me.
I promise to come up with a more mature laugh.
I promise to grow up, but not loose the child inside.
I will only dye my hair a maximum of 2 times this year. (Minimum 4 usually).
I promise to go to Lebanon, never been, not excited, but will this time.
I promise to loose the 2 kilo’s and maintain them. (Bastards!)
I promise to keep in touch will old friends.
I will leave all that crap behind, and start fresh.
I will love you.
I will sing off tune if it makes me happy, I will read out loud if it’s the only way I can comprehend. I will march to my own beat like I have always done, but I will never loose myself again.
I will try to let my hair down as much as possible (I always pull it back).
I will develop a better system for taking my daily vitamins, and will not forget to take them 4 days out of the week.
I will not fear commitment, and stability.
I will read about time management, and I will learn to respect time. (I promise to not be late to work, no matter how late I stay, and how many extra hours I put in-not an excuse.)
I will follow my dreams.
I promise to try to make it to one of Nelly Furtado’s concerts on her next tour.
I promise to keep up with pop culture for as long as I live.
I promise to stop eating at least 4 hours before I go to bed.
I hope to become a better person.
I promise to read current events, and keep up with the world. (I will read Times, and People magazines every time my father places them under my door).
I will only appear in “Layalina” magazine once this year-Feb issue to be exact :P
I will eat more fish, and less red meat.
I promise to update my iPod on a weekly basis.
I promise to keep my blog more interesting.
I will “approach love, and cooking with reckless abandon” Dhali Lama.
I will listen more, and speek less.

*"That I would be good even if I did nothing, that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down. That I would be loved even if Im not myself, that I would be good even when Im overwhelmed" Alanis

Give me FIVE.

2005-12-26T11:11:00.000+02:00

5 MORE DAYS: Could I have done it any other way? Yes. Disappointments, it is that time of year for them. Some events I don’t even want to remember, versus some that I wish I can tattoo on my forehead. Day’s where I felt heroic, and the days where I felt like I was a tiny bug that should be squished dead, and barred from existence. There was the good, the bad, and the ugly.

I was scanning the year in my brain. I remembered waking up to the news of the horrific bombings in London, and freaking out thinking about friends and family members who are living there. We also witnessed the Tsunami, and the heart breaking aftermath of that natural disaster. Hurricane Katrina in the United States, and the mismanaged help relief efforts, we watched innocent people die in the mother of all countries in terms of capability, and wealth.

Peter Jennings death took a toll on the world of Journalism (May he rest in peace). The Michael Jackson trials gave us a good laugh. Ashlee Simpson, need I say more. Paris, and Paris, ha! Those events are what seem to stick out.

Happy New Year Guys...Only 5 more days.

"Long December and there is reason to beleive maybe this year will be better than the last"

2005-12-24T10:17:00.000+02:00

When it rains....

......it pours.

2005-12-16T18:21:00.000+02:00

One's actions determines one's destiny.

Karma can be a bitch sometimes. What goes around does come around so be careful. Your actions twards other's as well as self will shape your future. The most important lessons we can learn from the Dahli Lama is to live life, achieve peace of mind, so that one day, we can look back at it all, and enjoy it all over again.....

My favorite piece of wisdom that I will be taking with me to 2006, and I am hoping that we all do:

"Approach love and cooking with recklace abandon"-Dhali Lama

*"It's not so bad, your only the best I ever had"

The Arrogant Sons of Bitches.

2005-12-09T10:43:00.000+02:00

Kuwait is composed of "arrogant sons of bitches" in every sect in our society. One beleieves he's better because he belongs to money. One beleives he's the best because he is a thinker, and the other feels his roots are so grounded every one else had no past. There are the half breeds who beleive strongly they are the coolest for having a whole other side to them that's "non Kuwaiti". When they feel the neccesity to blend they don't mention it, and when they want to run away they say things like "I love my Labanese/American/Phillipino/Puerto Rican/English/French ect. Side more, and will never marry a "Kuwaiti". It's "cool" to marry a Spaniard, but not into another sect that is born and raised in the very same country with the same value system, and backround. It's okay for some kids to be half Labanese, but not half Shiiat for example.
Social arrogance stomped our growth of exploration and acceptance within our society. No matter how much education we are recieving, we managed to be stuck in the "cave" for way too long. We managed to evolve into a whole different specie. The specie of "The arrogant son's of bitches".

"The great masses of the people ... will more easily fall victims to a big lie than to a small one." Adolf Hitler

2005-12-04T09:26:00.000+02:00

"Canadian auto regulators are testing a system that would enforce speed limits by making it harder to push down the car's gas pedal once the speed limit is passed, according to a newspaper report. "

That law better STAY in canada!

"Blame Canada, Blame Canada"

Alfanzo.

2005-12-01T11:15:00.000+02:00

Please Excuse my dear aunt Sally. He raised his hand with a smurk on his face, "Why? What did she do?". We all laughed in 1995, and never forgot that in algebra the rule of thumb was parenthesie, exponenets, multiplication, division, addition, and later subtraction.

Ten years later I still rememeber highschool like it was yesterday, I rememeber Al, short for Alfanzo. He was the wittiest boy I had ever met. Of course in those days there was so much more to laugh about. We were silly, secure, satisfied, sure of ourselves, we neglected to witness our short comings, and consentrated on the better side.

2005, at 25, the quarter life blues made me wonder about Al. His favorite teacher was known to be the most rigid, structured, rule abiding, and strict head of the science department. Only Al could break him. I was so fortunate to witness the echoing laugh of Mr."I forgot his name" every time Al would go to the front of the class, stand behind the big ugly fake mahogony science class table, and do the "escalator ride" Mr. "I forgot his name" Pissed in his pants from laughter, everytime. Al would do the same act over, and over, and over again but nobody seemed to mind.

Al, Alfanzo, I think you were of greek origin, and I rememebered that you and I clicked, because you loved to tell jokes, and I loved to laugh. In 1995 we were 15, and in 2005 we are 25. I think we were in civics class together as well, you used to fake your community service hours, and make up mine, then we would switch papers, and sign, I on behalf of your parents, and you on behalf of mine.

Those were the days my friends. When you had Al's just to make you laugh.

"When I started living life, life became but a distant memory"

2005-11-29T09:25:00.000+02:00

The World's Ugliest Dog DIES:

Sam's Extraordinary looks won him celebrity status in the world of entertainment. He's been featured on such shows as the Carson Daily show. In 2003 he won the award of the Ugliest Dog in the world in a California fair. He won the award two years in a row, and unfortunatley passed away this week.

Sam even has his own website (May He rest in PEACE):

"Sam's World"

2005-11-26T22:30:00.000+02:00

2006 is just around the corner.
A new year will soon be filled with erands, work, the mundane, fun, winter, spring, summer, and fall, vications, or lack there of, suprises, birthdays, the good times, and the bad...

*Are you exactly where you thought you would be in your life?

"To everything-turn, turn, turn-there is a season-turn, turn, turn-and a time for every purpose"

Shadow.

2005-11-25T11:09:00.000+02:00

You tell me that I’m beautiful
I should let my hair flow,
And loosen up my act of strength.

You tell me I’m resisting my femininity,
By pulling back my hair, and throwing on those jeans.
You tell me I project an image of security,
and resist the need to need.

The girl underneath is hard to camouflage.
My feminine curves lay inside wondering,
and your sense of wonder will always be wondering.

All these superficial clouds,
made you stray so far from my moon.
You spend your time searching underneath my tents,
shooting for the strong winds,

Being content if you just find the breeze.

Hoping for stars.

And throughout your whole journey of discovery,
You forgot to look into my eyes.

Pay Back Time.

2005-11-24T11:30:00.000+02:00

I never understood the concept of payback until I heard this story.....

True Story:

Two years ago a girl got engaged to a guy, and after several months she broke it off after she discovered a few things about the guy that might be critical for the long run. Two years passed, and the guy was still persistant in persuing her, but she always resisted.
Another guy with excellent potensial proposed to her later on. She was taken by the whole thing, but then all of a sudden a link (mutual friend) that she has between the first engagement tells her that she is making the wrong move. The mutual friend tells her how her first love is still so inlovewith her, he is miserable about the whole thing, and wants to clear some things before she makes her final decision.
She finally gives the first guy a chance to clear a few things, and rediscovers love all over again. She realises how genuinly inlove he is, and ultimately, is'nt that what a girl yearns for?
After a couple of weeks he tells her that he will propose, and then another couple of weeks pass with no sign of him doing so.
Finally, ring ring, the mutual friend is calling her, she picks up the phone to hear that the guy is now engaged to someone else. In panic she calls him to tell him about the pathetic rumer going around. He tells her that it is infact true: "I am never going to be rejected, and now I know that I reuined your chances with the other guy, and I am now on my way to start my new life, knowing that I had reuined yours, (evil laugh)".

THE END.

"I want a shy guy the kind of guy who would only be mine"

LOVE.

2005-11-20T22:10:00.000+02:00

When I think about it, it's true, life is a little bit unfair. It is not a myth, nor a fairytail, nor a song. But for so many of us it certainly feels that way. So many of us are so inspired by it. We go out wearing our shades of red. We parade around in hopes to be noticed. We become so great so that one day we would be discovered. Sincere, childlike, living, and loving it, with hopes, and dreams, we savor and try to preserve ourselves in the midst of our youth for love. We look at ourselves in the mirror thinking about how beautiful we turned out to be. Many days we stair straight into our reflections wondering. And if love is the purest form of human emotion, where are the pure?

So I was just wondering today,

How does one find love?

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"F*** Fate....."

Last Resort.

2005-11-19T01:30:00.000+02:00

I Decided to check my horoscope
to see what the HELL is up with me lately!!!!!!

ARIES:
Overview:"Everywhere you turn there's a roadblock, a sudden delay or an obstacle you weren't expecting. It's not your imagination. If your loved ones are a bit testy, keep in mind that we're all going through the same thing."

Do You Believe in Horoscopes?

"And so it is......"

2005-11-16T23:00:00.000+02:00

WHAT

YOUR

GREATEST

FEAR?

NaNaSaM.

2005-11-15T12:00:00.000+02:00

Shopping around, In my I don't give-a-damn grundgy, superstar-Jeans, T, and flipflop look I spot one of my college collegues mothers. I walk right up to her to say hi, when all of a sudden she double blinks, and says "Waterlilie?", (yeah?), "Samnaanaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ma3araftich". All of a sudden with ease I say "yeah a tad after ramathan, easy to loose inshallah". But in reality there was a big bell in my head that sounded a little bit like:

"NaNaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"NaNaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam"

"saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam"

"saaaaaaam"

"saaam"

"sam"

As the ringing wore off I smiled ever so pleasantly and said goodbye.

Desperate times create desperate measures...

Tip Of the Day Girls.
How to Lose 1 to 5 Pounds in 30 Minutes :

1-Weigh yourself.
2-Take a water pill, or better yet, eat a bunch of parsley without salt to increase your diuresis.
3-Soak in an extremely hot bath for 30 minutes. The bath water will cause the excess water from your tissues to seep out. The heat will increase your sweating and water evaporation from your lungs.
5-Weigh yourself again.
Any pounds lost were from water weight.

Im pretty sure its just water weight. :P.

2005-11-13T09:00:00.000+02:00

Lilie Drama.

2005-11-09T14:04:00.000+02:00

Woke up: 9:30 am.

Time to leave the House: 10:50 am.

(It's 2:00 pm now, and I'm still at home.)

Why?

Because, I can't find my CAR keys.

Where's the "other" Key?

In my friends house.

Do I have a spair key?

Yes.

Where is it?

Inside the car.

Smart?

Not today.

The Clueless Generation.

2005-11-07T12:00:00.000+02:00

Were you ever apart of the clueless craze? I definitly was! That movie kicked butt!

Which clueless character were you?

I was always associated with the "rolling with the hommies.." character...Can you guess who I was? They say I kinda look like her as well....

Signing off: "Rolling with the hommies.." Im doing the hand gesture as well...

Any Clueless Fans out there....? ;)

2005-11-02T08:34:00.000+02:00

So Ramadan is finally over,( o il3eed hal ihlala). My memory of a day before eid alfotor always included my mother running out last minute to buy us shoes. She always forgot the shoes part (7abibty). So she would put all three of us in the back seat, because the empty front seat luxury simply meant that one of us ends up not taking a turn. Trust me she knew what she was doing. There was this one time where she said that waterlilie should sit in the front seat because she's the eldest, and lets just say that all hell broke loose, my brothers started a mama does'nt love us campaign (o madow boozhom shahar).

Versus my dad, who would strap all three of us under the safety belt of the passenger seat knowing that one of us is in a position to die, just to in a typical male fashion, avoid the drama lol.

Ahhh 3eeed. Of course I was the special kid on my fathers side of the family, you know the first grandchild, oh geez life was sweet. I loved counting my 3eedias on our way to "Na7noo wala6fal" and buying my yearly set of drums (Im not kidding). I used to love the drums so much that I could have been the next Tommy Lee.

3eed now is a different story, every year, I get the "I know what time you showed up to your grandmothers house last year, and this year you managed to break your own record" look, you know what I mean?. And then my aunt tells me how many people came by and asked about me, awwww. And every year I feel like saying "You mean the ones that came right after the 3eed prayer, at 6:45am?" . Honetly, It takes me a good two hrs to get ready, cause I pause alot, get boared, start chatting, eating ect...take a long shower, apply anti puff cream and the works, blow out my hair, apply make up (maskara usually takes me a good 10 minutes because I usually miss), put on my clothes, realize how they make me fat, decide on another outfit that not too many people have seen (cause its 3eed u have to have "new" clothes), then realize I have red nail polish on that does not match my "other" outfit, sit change the nailpolish, take a sip of coffee, smudge one of the fingers, re-apply. All my essentials are in the initial bag I was going to carry, now I have to move my belongings into another one, Oh no I wish I had a sister, I dont know which one to choose, crap I have to wait till the polish is dry cause one of the choices of purses is expensive and I dont want to reuin it, I have never worn it yet, Yey its dry, nice I like this purse, Im running out now, Oh crap shoes, Dial Dial Dial..."hello cousin do you have gold shoes????" Please tell the driver to drop them off at grandmas....Run out with an okay shoe that will do for the first 10 minutes...Ok im offf, crap, where are my keys??? Saraaaa Give me spair Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey...."haaaa what you say" Keeeeeeeeeeey Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey....I get there breathless its already 11am usually, Im considered a guest just like everyone else, they mock me by offering me coffee, and sweets, and I smile my cut the crap smile...

So It's around 1:30 am now, I plan on going to bed and suprising everyone tomorrow...It's going to be great I mean hey, is' nt it a 3eedia rule that the unemployed-unwed, get a 3eedia? ?????

Life is great. 3eedkom Imbarak :)

UPDATE: woke up at 8:00 am, (not normal functioning hours), thoughts like giving the dog a bath crossed my mind-im probably still dreaming. Life is a tad slow this morning. Brewed some fresh coffee, had my fresh fruite juice so that I don't faint in the shower....will keep you posted...tata

Inside Joke:
Being a part of the "don't forget us god" club just payed off ;)

"psssssst psssssst"

2005-11-02T01:12:00.000+02:00

"Over Here!"
-brought to you by: the "Don't forget us god" club.

The "F*** it" it's humid look.

2005-11-01T02:00:00.000+02:00

The only reason I straighten my hair is because it is just too short to let be. Be=Extreemly curly curls. I know that I am in an extra F***ed up mood when I let it "be". So anyways I'm pleasant in outings, and gathering and stuff these days, but I am extreemly bitter and harsh on my self behind closed doors, reasons being obviouse..1) I am unemployed, and nothing seems to be working out. 2) well, loveless (been for a very long time) hence the bitterness-I miss love, but the bastard (love) seems to be doing damn fine without me.

So back to the curly hair-do not compliment or mention it when you see that I had chosen to style it that way that day. Because Ultimately it's a reminder of how I truely feel inside. The higher the volume, and the curlier the curls get, the more I am dying inside.

So this friendly guy friend complimented them today. Today they kinda went wild with the humidity, and I am not exaggerating when I say that they looked like curly fries. Instead of saying thank you, I said "oh stop it fat boy, I know ur on a diet, and hungry for some curly fries". Every one bursted with laughter, I, a sigh of relief (Good It turned out to be funny). I felt extra good after that (I can never be mean in anyway) but hay, my hair (And all of the baggage it turned out to hold), was the one thing, it turns out, that people should just stay as far away from as possible.

On a scale of 1 to 10

how lucky do you consider yourself to be?

"Tap on my window knock on my door, I want to make you feel beautiful"

One Hundred.

2005-10-31T11:29:00.000+02:00

If we condence the population of the world to 100 poeple: This is how it would look like..
61 Asians
12 Europeans
14 Americans (from North and South America)
13 Africans
01 Australian (Oceania)

50 women 50 men

(10 are homosexuals).

33 are Christian (Catholics, Protestants and Orthodox).

18 are Muslims

16 are Hindus

16 are non-religious

6 are Buddhists

11 practice other religions

6 people own 59% of the entire wealth of the community

13 are hungry or malnourished

14 can't read

only 7 are educated at a secondary level only

8 have a computer

only 4 have an internet connection :(

1 Adult, aged 15-49, has HIV/AIDS.

(If you have a roof over your head And have a bed to sleep in You are richer than 75% of the entire world population)

*So please: Consider, tolerate, understand, be thankful, give, forgive, accept, love, understand, show compassion....Everyone reading this has it good compared to the rest of the worlds population...

so, Count your blessings...:)

"everytime I try to talk to you I get tongue tied, seems like everything I say to you comes out wrong, and never comes out right"

Pinch me.

2005-10-29T13:00:00.000+03:00

Lately I've been seeing alot of things that are out of order. I've been freakin amazed and amuzed by people, and little mundane things that my life has touched paths with. Note: I will not comment on the things I have seen nor heard, I will just give it to you as is:

#1 At a recent hang out with some friends. Some men came to the conclusion that there is no use for a female after the age of 30. As for them the older they get, the more successful they will become therefore they will always have the ability to score with the younger girls.

#2 On my out of the gym one day last week, there was a lady standing at the front desk with a comment sheet, she walked away and left it on the counter, so I went ahead and placed it in the suggestion box...It read (in arabic): "I refuse to use the same bathrooms that the phillipino trainers use". Today one of the restrooms was marked "Trainers and staff only".

#3 On a nice walk in this beautiful weather by Marinal Mall yesterday there were twin girls wearing the same outfits, with two nannies both in matching uniforms and head scarfs, a few steps behind them was thier double baby trolly. I stopped, and admired the twins, and asked the nannies, "where is thier mother?" One of them looks at me with a blank stair as if it was a stupid question: "She's at home!" Note it was a friday afternoon (No work day).

#4 I was at a gathering a few days back at my cousins house. My cousin invited a few of her girl friends over. Most of the girls there were in their early 20's/married with children, with the exception of yours truely, my other cousin, and a good friend. All of a sudden one of the young girls starts complaining about her husband infront of us random group of people. She even made a screetching sound about how mad he can make her become. (I know I said I can't comment, but how rude!, im glad im not her husband)

A better note: This girl that I know Is going to Pakistan with a non profit orginization delivering blankets, warm clothing ect. I went to drop off some stuff today. There were mountains upon mountains of goods. No really thier whole house is a big pile of love. Good people exsist? Yes.

"The way you hold my hand-There is no other way"

A glimpse into the future.

2005-10-27T13:45:00.000+03:00

After careful studies, and expert analysis, a team of scientists proposed a final life like scetch of how waterlilies first offspring (baby) will look like ...

Wanted:
A father. lol

To Each His Own.

2005-10-26T00:30:00.000+03:00

It was one of those nights where you had to force sleep onto yourself just because the moon was so high up in the sky. It was raining and rain generates surges of thoughts through ones veins. Every night my thoughts are stagnant but it is the rain that gave me the gift of logic that year. I had my very first epiphany that dark rainy day, and since then my life has been moving on quite well. To many I did not come across a life changing idea, but to me it was a change in my life that I will never forget. Among the drops of rain and the stillness of night I called on god to give me my strength. A few moments were past before I was able to realize the vision that was handed to me. I took my moments of silence and listened to the rhythm of the rain, and realized how imperfect the music of the world was. I realized how imperfect things become after a storm, and how imperfect I was among the imperfections. Everything in this world is imperfect, and everything in this world has its rhythm. I heard the rain last night, all night, and realized that if the rhythm of nature was imperfect, then so am I.

Do I remember the last time I saw myself smiling? Or crying? It seems that the world has exhausted emotion to a level where you can not tell the difference between the two. In this age of mobility emotions are expressed for the moment, and just that moment, because in an instant you’ll find yourself somewhere where that emotion is no longer applicable. Why do we deviate from self and try to become the machines that we have created. Man has longed to be the perfect creation, a complex that we see through the creation of the machine. The machine replaces the perfect man, and I have found that people won’t stop until they become that very same creation, their own creation, so they live their lives longing to become the machine.

Go back a few steps, breath, and realize how beautiful you can make your life be. Although we look at the sea and think its blue, it actually has a crimson hue. If you look at everything in this world it is crimson. If you don’t see what I see then you haven’t had the epiphany. You should imagine a color and then give it to the sea. It is only then that life becomes your own creation. After that you own everything, first your color, then everything. Think of a word, I think independence. My sea has a crimson tide, and it is independent. I still feel like my sea is more than that, my sea is strong. My sea has a crimson tide, independent, and strong. That is my sea. I own the sea. And If I keep giving the rest of the world colors the world will soon be mine.

Blabithonia...

2005-10-23T02:00:00.000+03:00

What to do? We have a new cook who used to work in bahrain, and refuses to aknowlidge our Kuwaiti way of cooking.

For example:

Me: Sara, we don't put these spices in our machboos.

Sara (The cook): La bess bilboooo7rain mama teach me like this..

Ilmohim, malait o ana afahim-haaa, bess the good news is igoloon ina min kithir malba7rain is extending thier coast lines (i7afroon o izeedoon) maboga shay o yoosloon lee likuwait....

haha

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Ive been feeling iki lately, ik ik ik ikkkkkkkkkkkkk!

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Where have all the cowboys gone? Is this it? will it ever change? Will lilie ever?

(Molazim tofhomoon by the way)

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I saw my cousins 15 day old baby today since day 1, he's still so damn tiny. By mistake, I was rude (zalat ilsan), I asked her if it was normal that his hand was bigger than his face, no one replied, and after a few minutes of silence, i blurted out, "min yabi chay?", and left 10 minutes after the incident..

ikk iikkkkkk ikkkk im telling you...ikkkk.

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I took my dog out for a walk, and she pulled me into the middle of the street infront of a speeding car, I saw rainbows, am I gay? Anyway, I was wearing a big college sweat shirt, and had my hood on. The driver flicked me off thinking I was a guy, then when he realized that I was a girl, he rolled down his window, and asked if I was okay, then I flicked him off. ikk.

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I was going through some of my old stuff in the storage room, and found old hair extensions, I started screaming and trembling in fear, my dad walked in, and I was just pointing at the hair sticking out from one of the boxes. I thought the hair extensions were an extension of a dead corps. The box is 20x10 cm. where's common sense when you need it?

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It's getting chilly, and the plan this year is to set up a khaima in the back yard. Yallah that gives me something to do, but wait, where do you actually go to purchase a tent? Or do you just drive through F7ai7eeel road and chop one down?

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Im getting sick of all the commercials on TV. They stop the program for a good 8 minutes to show us the same sponsors over, and over, and over again. Wataniya I love your commercial to death. But, could'nt they have come up with a similar one, one that has the same concept but a lesser budget just to make us viewers want to see the other commercial again?

Speaking of commercials: My favorite one of all time is a Staples commercial (Staples: is a store where you purchase school supplies, office equipment ect.)

Every year right before the school year starts they show the same commercial, which is okay, because people in the states can't wait to see it again. Its a father out shopping in staples, rolling the cart, and his kids a boy , and girl are on the sides of the cart. The father is so joyful, and happy, and the kids are just holding on to the edge of each side with thier heads down, and grouchy. The music playin in the backround is the christmas carol: "It's the most wonderful time of the yeaaaaar".

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I hope you enjoyed me blabbing-7imil o inza7 hehe-I feel much better, thanks guys :)

"Long december and there's reason to believe that maybe this year will be better than the last"

Im it!

2005-10-21T01:00:00.000+03:00

Tagged by "Shewolf"
Here we go!

1. Last movie you saw in a theater?

It was around a month ago,

I was visiting my bro in DC,
and we some how both got glued to the movie screen.
Excellent movie!!!!

2. What book are you reading?
BUZZMARKETING-get people to talk about your stuff, by Mark Hughes.

3.Favorite board game?
I love UNO-I know its a card game, so spare me.

4.Favorite magazine?
Cosmopolitan (it's more of an encyclopedia, but sure).

5.Favorite smell?
Coffee on a sunday morning.

6. Favorite food?
Mama's seafood feasts. Grilled, fried, baked, stuffed. She makes it we eat it-in silence.

7. Favorite sound?
The Acoustic Guitar.

8. Worst feeling in the world?
Loneliness.

9. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?
When do I get to sleep again?

10. Favorite fast food place?
JUMBO SLIZE PIZZA: $3 slice (Adams Morgan-DC)

11. Future child's name?
Girl-Gharam (There was this cute curly haired 6 or 7 year old saudi girl named Gharam, and I have been opssessed with the name ever since.) My dad is the defence lawyer-his argument: "what if your daughter turned to be not so cute?" Lilie to Judge: No further questions your honor.

12. Finish this statement. If I had a lot of money: I would.... end all human suffering of any kind-everywhere.

13. Do you drive fast?
To the point where I am suspended, and not sure weather im driving or gliding.

14. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
Even better. I have a tiny dog, shes so preciouse matkhalini atmaqa6. She magically aligns herself to my spine-note-I have been sleeping on the edge of my bed for 3 years now cause I refuse to disturb my baby in her sleep. aww.

15. Storms cool or scary?
A tree in my backyard was split into half-I have a reacurring nightmare where I split into half.

16. What was your first car?
A Jeep Grand Cherokee, that quickly changed to a vw beetle-the flower vase got me.

17. Favorite Drink?
Not applicable.

18. Finish this statement, "If I had the time I would...take a time management course.

19. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
Who does'nt? Who's the idiot that came up with this question?

20. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?
My hair stylist, who later confessed was *high* at the time, dyed my hair bleech blond, with subtle fouchia highlights, I would honestly do it all over again. It kicked ass!

21. Name all the different cities/ towns you have lived in?
In chronilogical order-Kuwait-Washington DC-Kuwait-London-Kuwait-Virginia/DC-Kuwait.

22. Half empty or half full?
Shaken or Stirred?

23. Favorite sports to watch?
Basketball-Live (Go bullets/Wizards).

24. One nice thing about the person who tagged you?
She's a multitasker, I admire those. She uses her baseball bat for self defence, and to one day start a softball league with yours truely.

25. Morning person, or night owl?
And after the party there's the after party...Both actually.

26. Over easy, or sunny side-up?
Scrambbled-Big fan of chaos.

27. Favorite place to relax?
1550 Dr. Penfield with Sabi.

28. Favorite pie?
"Q's" mom's chicken pie *yum*.

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Sorry, but you are IT girlz ;) SuffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeR! like I did!

"Sabi" (In hopes of a comeback! haha)
"Hanan"
"Delicately Realistic" "

"And the sight of your sleepy smile eclipsed all the other people"

Lilie in Yoga Land.

2005-10-20T14:00:00.000+03:00

History:
In College I was extreemly active, I had a full load of classes, volunteered on saturday mornings, and worked 30 hour weeks. To tell you the tuth it was all good, and I enjoyed every aspect of it, but It always took its toll on me at the end of each semester. My friend Molly, whom I would admire for always having twice my level of energy, would always say "Dude, I could'nt have done it without yoga".

One day while at a "Barnes & Noble", I picked up this book on the run........

I was disatisfied! How bizzare! and the sketches of the different yoga positions !#$%!!! yeah right!!!!! like I can ever be able to do that!!!! Lets just say that: "It was the end of the Yoga era for me." *********************************

Kuwait 2005:

Me: "Im always busy minded, and stressed"

Friend: "Jarbay yoga iyanin 3ajeeeb"

oh no not that solution again!!!!

I called up the indian male instructor whom everyone seems to be fascinated with, and finally had an hour long session. Ughhh, he kept pushing, pulling me into doing things, I hated every second of it. By the first 5 minutes, I wanted to scream "Get out of my house!!!".

Finally.

One day looking through the scheduel of classes at the gym, I realize that they are now offering yoga classes. It seems that I was the only one interested in the class that day, so Rose, the new yoga instructor decided to begin the session. First thing she asked was "do you have any backround in yoga? I bit my tongue, and decided to create a fresh start for myself, I simply answered "non!".

Rose, turned on the relaxing music, and started by saying "relax your body, relax your mind, go on your own pace, breath through your nostrils, and release through the mouth". I enjoyed the whole hour, and went back for more. It's funny how now I can totally suprise my self at every session. It's truely amazing what the body is capable of doing. With every move, I feel like I gain a whole new level of respect for myself. I tolerate my body, I synchronize my breathing, and I focus for a whole hour on me. By the end of each session, I totally feel recharged, pumped, ready to go on with my day as if I just had a 4 hour nap.

Final Thought:

"YOGA ROCKS!"

MoRooooooooooNiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!

2005-10-19T02:00:00.000+03:00

The concept is simple, the outcome is grand, and we are all in need for the change. Easy, wallah easy instead of meeting up in Marina Mall, or Wasabi, kilwa7id kashikh ibsayartah solo, Morow ba3ath!

Za7maaaaaaa Ya Donya Za7maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

You know the concept of carpooling started in the early 1980's in the United States. It actually all started in the University of Florida. The University recognized that traffic jams around the campus were causing professors to arrive late to their classes. So they started sending out lists of people living in the same areas, and suggested the concept. The professors who carpooled were given an incentive of good parking spaces. The professors realized that the concept of carpooling was saving them time, gas payments, and it also contributed to the decrease of polution in the area. It later prooved to be extreemly successful in the big cities, and stemmed into the smaller ones at peak traffic hours.

Ishfeenaaaaa A7naaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

Simple Problem. Simpler Solution. Tara malait! Im sick of fender benders (lama sayarah tasdim sayarah, tasdim illi jidam-ha o ba3dain illi jidam jidam-ha-y3ni a train of small 7adithes).
O each car in the fender bender usually has one person, the driver. Lo rakbeeen kilokom ib sayarah wa7dah chan masarlokom 7adith!

2005-10-17T15:28:00.000+03:00

This post is dedicated to my good friend:
"007 Forever", as she likes to be called, has been on a mission ever since Craig Daniel's mom opened up her mouth, a day prior to Sony pictures big announcement, and spilled the beans about her son replacing Pierce Brosnan as the new 007. My friends mission is to contact Sony, and other companies affiliated with the decision, and make sure they know that the move they took officially on October,14,th 2005 is a disgrace to all 007 fans, and Pierce Brosnan fans everywhere.

Daniel Craig vs. Pierce Brosnan

Here is the email that my friend sent to Sony and MGM:

To whom it may concern,

I am writing to you with a quite a heavy heart. I can't believe that Pierce Brosnan was not re-cast to prevail as James Bond. He has so far been the best actor for the role and the movies will not be worth watching for a lot without Pierce.

At his age of 52, he still looks good enough as he did when he made his first Bond movie. I can not express the deep dissapointment I feel with this new set up. I feel those who are responsible for the decision to cast a new actor made a very wrong decision. You have left many Pierce Brosnan and 007 fans very very sad.

Sincerely, Sad Fan

Who can really blame her? How can we compare Sean Connery, Pierce Brosnan, and expect them to even come close to this Daniel Craig "blond" guy. They are calling him "the first blond 007", like that's a good thing.

In the name of my friend "007 Forever", and the restof us Pierce Brosnan Fans, please voice your concerns, and make the decision makers regret the change.

To Pierce Brosnan, just so you know "007 Forever", and a group of friends will never watch a 007 movie again. Sad Sad Day for all of us.

Dirty Bastard!

2005-10-15T21:00:00.000+03:00

Today, for a change my friend and I decided to go to the Surra walking path after futoor. The weather was beautiful, and what a change it was to breath in some fresh air. In the midst of conversation, while trying to suck in the post futoor karshah, we both realized a strange Indian light skinned middle aged man sitting on one of the resting chairs. His stairs freaked me out to the point where my only defence was to scream out "which house do you work in, this one???" He got up proceded to walk towards the houses, now our backs to him, he all of a sudden yells out "hey!", when we turned around it was a bit far yet we noticed that he was (exposing himself to us), we started to run uncontrollably in the opposite direction. I quickly and without hesitation dialled 777, first it was busy, then no one was answering, and the third time while the phone was ringing I realized that I did'nt know what to say. I handed my friend my cell phone and we dialled yet again, when finally someone picked up-she explained to him our situaton and that they had to send someone right away to catch the bastard-he insisted to know our names, we gave him our first names, and still started to question us instead of reassuring us that help was on the way. My friend in hopes of speeding up the process tells him "mala da3i kil hal as'ilah just send someone", he tells her to stop yelling at him, (she was'nt!!)-anyway then he tells her to pick up the phone if an unfamiliar number calls us. It's been three hours now, and our corrupt police did'nt call me back.

This is the first time this happens to me, but it was'nt the first time that I have heard of these incidents happening in public places around the country. One time in a gathering a women shared her story which happened to her in soog alsafat. Another girl said it happened to her in the old salmiya shopping district. Another insident in the new soog alsalmya parking lot. Another friend while at a stop light by Almuhalab in Hawaly. Another friend while coming out of Kuwait University in the parking lot. In all of the insidents the males were low class Indians, who are ususally hired help, drivers ect.

I will not live in a country scared of forigners that have no respect for it's woman. And if all of these insidents are going on, and our own flesh and blood, our own police, and justice system is looking away. Then who do we tell our stories too?? And What killed me about all of this is in one of the incidents that I spoke of above, it was actually a friends little daughter that pointed out the indecent exposure.

Dirty bastards, I will not stay quiet like the rest of them, you will get caught!!!!

Little Italy vs. China Town*

2005-10-14T16:30:00.000+03:00

I decided to look over some online pasta/noodle recipes. First stop, is not typical, but was my former local news channel NBC4 recipes page-where most of my cooking tragedies, and not so tragic experiences in college were owed to that website.

Are you a Pasta/Noodle Fan?

The question of the day is: WHO DO YOU THINK INVENTED PASTA?

(kindly answer the above question in the comment box before reading the cool thang I discovered below).

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Instead of finding a yumi recipe,

I found this deliciouse article: Bon appetit!

Chinese Scientists Unearth 4,000-Year-Old Noodle Dish

Ancient Finding Suggests Pasta Invented In China

POSTED: 1:09 pm PDT October 13, 2005

BEIJING -- And you thought your leftovers were old.

A 4,000-year-old bowl of noodles has been discovered at an archaeological site in western China -- possible proof for the argument that China invented pasta before Italy.
"These are definitely the earliest noodles ever found," said Lu Houyuan, a researcher with the Institute of Geology in Beijing who studied the ingredients of the pristinely preserved pasta.
The discovery of the delicate yellow noodles in Minhe County in the province of Qinghai is reported in this week's edition of Nature magazine.
"Chinese people say Marco Polo brought noodles from China back to Italy and Italians say they had noodles before that," Lu said. "All this has been based on documentary material, on personal accounts and menus. But we've been unable to find any actual material -- until now."
The fist-size clump of noodles was found inside an overturned bowl under 10 feet of sediment from a flood that researchers suspect wiped out the Qijia Culture of the late Neolithic era.
When researchers lifted up the bowl, they discovered the 20-inch noodles sitting atop an inverted cone of clay that had sealed the bowl, it said.
The noodles were made from a dough of two local varieties of millet -- broomcorn and foxtail millet -- rather than the more common wheat or rice. The dough was pulled into long strands before being boiled.
Rice noodles are popular in southern China while northerners rely mostly on wheat to make their noodles, dumplings and bread.
The excavation site area is located is now populated mainly by China's Muslim ethnic Hui minority. The region's poorer farmers reportedly still eat millet noodles, said contributing researcher Ye Maoling, though he has yet to try them for himself.
Lu and Ye say they plan to try making millet noodles like those found at the archaeological site themselves.

Jack Pot*

2005-10-12T13:09:00.000+03:00

As I was browsing through blogs this morning I managed to come across a wonderful blog. It's founders are a couple of Kuwaiti creative writers that welcome submissions on variouse creative article from both fellow bloggers or non-bloggers. I enjoyed reading Ayya's "The Useless Kuwaiti Male"
article. Of course My first bias towards my fondness of this article was the title itself, but as I read through it I realized how it captures the purity, heroism, and suffriage of the Kuwaiti female in retrospect. I felt like it was every womens story, and no one's story at the same time, because and unfortunatly the events are taboo, yet so so so true to most females in our society.

To Ayya that was wonderful, thank you for that contribution*

"This is the last time you fall on me for anything you like, your one last line"

False Memory.

2005-10-10T20:00:00.000+03:00

I have a recurring memory from childhood, and I don't even rememeber to this day what the real story is*

Here is the double-take of the story:

(Pre-School: 1983, Washington DC. )

Take 1:

Everyone was allowed to bring in a toy-I chose my "my little poney". At the end of the day all of the toys went missing. My tears were held back, until finally my mother arrived, and I started crying wanting my poney.
The two teachers looked everywhere, and finally started looking in our flashy pink drawers marked with each of my fellow classmates names. (It was total Invasion of privacy, they should have waited untill our lawyers were present, or atleast got a warrant first) .
So, my little blond guy friend it turns out was borrowing our toys :( the little stealer. The next day we were all given a lesson on stealing/"borrowing".

Take 2:

We were all sharing our toys, and I was so Intrigued by the boys fire trucks, and action figures that I might have "borrowed" them, and further placed them in my pink drawer. The little blond boy was crying hysterically at the end of the day wanting his toy back. My mom picked me up with my poney in hand, only to be called back for questioning. I think I stole the toys. The next day we were given a lesson on stealing/borrowing.

We were 3 years old. I have no clue which story is the right story, but I know that I don't steal, so stealing was never a habbit that I picked up in pre-school. Of course the argument could also be that I might have learned my lesson in pre-school.

Wallah madri! :P

forget it.

2005-10-10T01:28:00.000+03:00

Forget my last post.

I will NEVER understand MEN.

Our Men are of a different specie.

If someone cracks the code I recommend the following title, Men are from Shibh AlJazeerah Al3arabia-Women are from Babil.

"Im beyond your peripheral vision so you might wanna turn your head-cause one day you might find you are starving and eat all of the words you just said"

The War Of The Worlds.

2005-10-09T15:02:00.000+03:00

Are you a man/women who has ever been baffled by a mates reaction or lack there of to a certain situation? I know I have-Not just in intimate relationships, but sometimes I have a hard time understanding a mans reaction weather it's in a work related situation, or even in a plotonic relationship setting. And to be frank, I even have a hard time understanding women as well. I am extreemly emotional, and a pile of mush, but I find myself extreemly neutral, and forgiving when it comes to my female friends. It's not a lack in my personality, I am just unable to judge anyone for anything, because I truely embrace differences, and backrounds to a point where sometimes anything goes, and everyone is great no matter what.

I know many of you have heard this title a trillion times, and I am no where of being an expert when it comes to people. But I truely beleive that the concepts and the elaborate metaphoric explinatations in the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus" are genius. The insight on how men/women's minds function in everyday life situations truely has opened my eyes to a new perspective that has taught me to become more tolerant to how people "deal".

My mother handed me her copy of the book three years ago, she was super excited, and enthusiastic about it. I honestly did not care to even read the first chapter of the book, and honestly It might have been the one book that I have ever misplaced, other than my (Yoga for Dummies book), that I can't find anywhere. So, last year a friend of mine who was going through a rough time in her relationship started reading the book. Telling me how it had changed her life. I borrowed it, and started reading through it casually, skipping chapters here, and there still unconvinced by the power of the book. But today, I use it as a reference, an encyclopedia to every situation I am in, It is truely remarkable. I have a new found respect for both you Marsians, and Venuses out there.

I leave you with how the whole Mars, Venus concept started:

The premise of Men Are From Mars is that many years ago, all men lived on Mars, and all women lived on Venus. Once they got together, they respected and enjoyed their differences--until one day when everybody woke up completely forgetting that they had once come from different planets. And ever since, men mistakenly expect women to think and communicate and react the way men do, and women expect men to think and communicate and react the way women do. These unrealistic expectations cause frustration. But when we understand the God-given differences between male and female, we have more realistic expectations of the other sex, and our frustration level drops.

"And I still have'nt found what I'm looking For"

As far as the eyes could see.

2005-10-08T02:30:00.000+03:00

I have a ligitimate reason for my eye contact tragedy that happened earlier today. While I was in the process of putting them in, my aunt was on the phone telling me that my cousin had a healthy baby boy. I was walking around my room, when I noticed the blur in one eye, so I checked my eye, and oh yes I thought, I must have forgotten to place the right one in. When I went back to check the contact lense case it was missing. Note to reader: Those were my last fresh pair for my 6 month limited purchase before my annual eye exam. In despiration I shut the contact lensless eye in hopes of enhacing the vision of the other, got down on my hands and knees, and started the rescue-contact search mission. "Abort mission-soldier down", in seconds of helplessness I sat on the floor hoping for any sign of what might have gone wrong in the process.
I then heard a knock on my bedroom door, It was my dad off to fotoor at my uncles house. I gave out a loud cry, that sounded more like a swallowed cough, "Baba Wait!". I hurried up, and ran, unlocked the door, my one eye still shut, I said "Baba please I can't drive wait for me, I lost my contact". He laughed and told me to just wear my eye glasses. To add to the chaos my eye glasses are actually no longer with us. You see my dog got a hold of them while I was on vication and scratched the lenses to the point where you can stick a babies finger through the lense. So I had fotoor, socialized, had my desert, watched TV with a slight blur, not noticing that I had developed a slightly tilted head headache that even caused me to walk funny. On our way home I called the store begged them for a trial pair, and promised to come in for an eye exam as soon as I can. God Bless Kuwait, In the states they would'nt have let me bypass the annual eye exam, trust me, this was'nt my first eye contact tragedy. So I finally have a new pair now. I took my left contact out flicking it into the air with so much anger for loosing it's partner, only to find that they might have loved each other a little too much. Tragically, I placed both pairs in one eye.

Ramathan Blabithoon.

2005-10-07T05:30:00.000+03:00

Insomnia is genius-you can't beat it no matter how hard you tried.

If you were a man I will tell you to F* off
If you were a woman I will call you a B*
If you were a muslim well "allah isami7kom"
If you were a disease I will fund it
If you were an animal I will make sure you go extinct

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Today my dog climbed on the dining table, she ate the peice of kanafa that I was "saving for later".
Lesson learned: Life is too short, eat knafa, 7iita lo you had enough tashreeba that was enough to feed ilfireej kila at fotoor.

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I had a wierd dream, nightmarish, last night, I printed invitations for some kind of party and they all came out Butt ugly. My mother in the dream was convincing me that it was okay, and that we should give them out anyway-I almost died, It was so scary.

Interpretations of this dream included: "Bitizawajeeeen akeeeeeeed."
No hons and honeys im nowhere close to that, and please spare me that response, because you might just might have a great insight on what it is I had for fotoor that day.

On that note: Other interpretations are always welcome :)

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I really Like Fozia Drai, but sometimes she says things that make me wanna scream. Like "ilsobor zain" even if some chicks husband is a wife beater, but all in all, I think she is a break through-I mean a sex therapist on TV-Live!-That's Hot!

Bess ilyoom Girgai3an-Wild ildeerah Badaaaa3. Skits were lousey-and to Fozia Inshallah mata'athartay-Think about it this way-If girgai3an was a form of tabloid in our society-Its a measure of being famous, and news worthy :P

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We realized today that the youngest cousin in the family will be off to college in a couple of years. Oh my time fly's! She is a ghazoo baby-Imagine babies born in ghazo will be off to college in 2 years!!!! Oh man I really need to chop chop and start having my own babies, before even that will be too late!

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Im surely a "Dot in the Universe"-On one of the more popular blogs I decided to post a comment that surely was selfish, but I really wanted to know when the other time slot for the Nizar Qabany mosalsal that documents his life was: The one other than the 11pm Dubai slot. Well No one càred to help me out, so I went ahead, and commented, again, and then no one cared, again!

Just to let you know I FOUND OUT!!!! 4:30 pm, on Dubai TV.

Shame on you people that ignore waterlilie when she is need.

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So apparently there is this saudi guy that paid over $200,000 to be next on an organ donors list in the US. Ironically the spot he took was of another Saudi man, how ironic, anyway now thanx to his little conspiracy, people in need of transplants are being denied them. Apparently everyones "under investigation". How sad, I hope no one dies in the process, cause how will he pay himself out of that guilt?

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I think I am finally going to be able to sleep, again, I hope! crossing my fingers!!!!!

Happy Friday :)

"Come to my window, crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon, come to my window, Ill be home soon."

Ramadan- Family Updates

2005-10-06T13:23:00.000+03:00

So the best part I noticed about Ramadan is my grandma's after salat iltarawee7-The first few days my uncles, aunts, and my cousins sit around as the masses pass by to wish Grandma a happy ramadan-The bonding is amazing-The storie, the remenesing is remarkable* Just wanted to share a hilariouse story that comes to mind*

-A billion years ago when my uncle was still in medical school in london, when only a few people used to seek medical help abroad a young man and his blind father were in one of the hospitals that my uncle was at, so he was asked to come in to translate to the patient and his son. The British doctor promised the patient that after the operation he will be able to see again. So 3 days after the operatin my uncle was asked to come in again as the cast was taken off his eyes. The lights were dimmed, and then a small light source was turned on. The doctor asked my uncle to ask the patient if he is able to see the light:

Uncle: 3ami itshoof ilait?
Patient: la
So the lights were totally turned on in the room.

My uncle: 3ami itshoof al7een?
Patient: La yawleedy

The British Dr. was baffled, and examines the patient, turns to my uncle and says:

Dr.: If this patient can't see im ready to leave my practice, and devote my whole life to his case, there is no way he can not see.

My uncle to patient: 3ami ilDr igool mosta7eel matshoof imbayin min 3ainik inik itshoof, itha sij igool bikhali shoghlah o ibyadris 7altik lama titshafa.

Patient: La yawildy ana ashoof bess latgoloohom akhaf ya7sidooni!!!!

LOL!

"In life there are truths that are way better than Fantasy"

Head Over Heals.

2005-10-05T11:58:00.000+03:00

Yesterday I felt head over heals for someone,

But we all know that that feeling wont last.

Because our men by nature make sure sometimes

that we do not develope healthy feelings

that might one day venture off too a healthy relationship,

that would ultimatey someday equal healthy lives, and life styles.

Liána o 3ala golat Khalid ilfaisal: "Kilokom Kathaaaaab"

With that said: Im not bitter or anything, Ive just lived here enough to be much more realistic.

Signing Off with wisdom: Real Love does not exsist in a make beleive society.

You know when you Find it

2005-10-03T02:11:00.000+03:00

Who knew that something unusual and something so strange comes out from what you considered nothing at all. I had strong beleifes of defying the odds of culture, and finding my own way. But sometimes life becomes somewhat of roads of paths unknown. If I sat you down and told you my stories would accept and forgive me for marching to my own drum? But, Let's not forget that all that made me defiant is what made me who I am today. And the strange thing is that no matter where Ive gone, or what I have done I am still that little girl underneath. I bleed forgiveness, but I resisitate my life, by breathing the memories that made me who I am. I can't hide the colors of rainbows from the sky, and I can't tell the stars to die, they all have a history and a purpose in the sky. There are two ways of telling the story, lie, or read them, and learn. I don't know what brought you hear but there is so much that you should know, and if you love what you see, then let me carry you through the wonders that made me who Im. I plead for you to have no judgement, and I am scared standing infront of you holding the pages of my life so dear to me in one hand, and the pen to write my chapters to come. In life you can be a million people, and live in million places, die, and be reborn. The fact is we can change, and we can better ourselves, but how many times do you get to be recklessly young?, I want to live my life to the fullest, and add on to my dreams. How do you choose your paths? Do you wake up one morning and say this is the person you want to be? Or do you live, and wait and see what you have become. I choose to look back one day at my life, and say that that is what Ive done, that is who I am, and that is what became of me. I want to be me looking back at me, I want to be me looking back at me with you.

Classic

2005-09-30T12:00:00.000+03:00

After a chill weekend with friends, I find myself alone (as usual), so I decided to pick up one of the books that I literally carried on my shoulders all the way from Washington DC (Long story, but basically KLM *bastards* made me strip open my luggage until it was atleast 80 pounds)-So Thomas Friedman's new book "The World is Flat" is pretty interesting, I mean im only on the first chapter but I can already tell that it's going to be great:

So far his thoery is that the world is no longer round-with all of the big companies outsourcing some of the jobs in countries like india for instance-the world has become somewhat of a football feild where technology, education, and language are almost unified-(There is one part that I thought was hilariouse-but again I always look for humar in all the wrong places)

So it turns out that some software companies outsource their call centers to India, so let's say someone in Baltimore Maryland needs help with something and proceeds to call the 1800 number his call is actually picked up, and taken care of by a dude/dudet in India-BUT! before an Indian person can join the help lines (This is the part I really liked) they have to undergo accent modification classes in United States English, British English, and Canadian English*

NON Sense

2005-09-28T16:00:00.000+03:00

Someone recently told me that the chaos in the world today is caused by the alignments, and shifts in certain planets in our solar system. Gravity (push and pull) if you may, is a factor in the deformation of our planet, and its people. They further explained the theory, and these are just bit’s and pieces of the wisdom: “People are dropping more knives, spoons, metal objects than ever before”, “Plane crashes are becoming more, and more common”, “engine, and technological failures are becoming more abundant”, “People are fatigued, and down because of this”. Note that when I asked about natural disasters and their causes, global warming was never mentioned once as a factor and that everything is controlled by something so far fetched, and scientifically incomprehensible to the average man/woman that it got me thinking. I don’t know much about astrology, but I suddenly found myself fixated on the psychological aspect of this conversation. Isn’t this typical human reasoning in its essence? To clarify my point, don’t we as people always look for answers and reasoning in the most bizarre of situations, and then pin point the blame on something even more bizarre, and unexplainable?
Maybe it’s our way of clearing our conscience without having to blame ourselves of our own faults. In lamest terms if you drop a can of tuna, according to this person, it’s not because you’re clumsy, uncoordinated or just too tired to predict the time it would take to place it on the counter. No, it’s because somewhere out their beyond space and time lies a distant planet that had shifted a little causing gravity to shift, and therefore you dropped your can of tuna.

Girlz Please!

2005-09-24T21:59:00.000+03:00

If a guy has your phone number, and does not take 10 seconds to dial your number to say hello-don't make up excuses for him-He is not interested!

For gods sake, move on, you deserve better sista!

Potty Break.

2005-09-20T12:02:00.000+03:00

At first I laughed so hard when I watched this report on "Inside Edition", then I thought, wait a minute I've never seen president Bush declare something more human in his presidency, so I sympathized with his state of need, and despair.

Reuters - Wed Sep 14, 4:39 PM ET
U.S-U.S. President George W. Bush writes a note to Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice during a Security Council meeting at the 2005 World Summit and 60th General Assembly of the United Nations in New York September 14, 2005.

The first thing that came out of this was the issue of ethics in journalism. Questions like: Did the reuters photographer have the right to snap this picture? (A journalism professor from NYU declares that it is infact okay)

Second of all we all know that Late night hosts had a field day . God bless America.
Leno: "I don't think there was anything wrong with this statement, but let's see what Rice had to say to that". So he shows a clip of the same angle this picture was taken, with CR's reply: "I thought I told you to use the bathroom before we left the house" LOL.

And then I felt like there had to be more material out there on this. I researched, and I crashed into this website, guys brace yourself for the ultimate surprise, you won't be disappointed: Ha Ha Ha Ha Haaaaaaa (http://www.cafepress.com/unbathroom). Note: notice the statement on the top states: All Profits will be donated to hurricane Katerina relief.

The Rules of its Over.

2005-09-19T01:23:00.000+03:00

Realising ends can open up new beginnings. Every end will always be preserved in a thought, feeling, a picture, a song, a time, and a place. What decides the end of the road? A feeling. The feeling of closure-when all is said and done, you will find that theres no longer hurt or bitterness. All that is left is a space in your heart that will always beat with a passing memory filled with love.

"Everybodys changing and I don't feel the same".

Lag Jet

2005-09-12T14:03:00.000+03:00

Im so disoriented-disturbed sleeping patterns-displaced meals-Jet lag, like the flew when it hits, it hits hard!

Rock On

2005-09-08T03:00:00.000+03:00

Sept 3rd, 2005

"We were caught by the light
Held on the day till it became hours
The minutes went by, the cab is outside
There's no time to take
When we started both brokenhearted
Not believing it could begin and end in one evening
When we parted, moving on
And believing it could begin and end in one evening" Feist, One Eavning

In memory of my last night in DC with 1814-
Walking around the streets
We will always have Secrets in the best Nation under the Clouds*

Rock on! life will always have days like that in store for us-all we have to do is wait :*

The Market

2005-08-30T08:28:00.000+03:00

In the still of the night after sweet dreams that transend to hellish nightmares, after the moon and the stars started to wave to her side of the earth goodbye, she was awakened by the departing night that manifsted into rays of sunlight. In the city by the river where the day starts too soon, the homeless on the street corner like zombies still sip on their paper bags, and the children line up in rows at the church to go into sunday school, she brushes her hair glimpsing out of her third floor apartment window onto the world. Cracking the window to breath some fresh air, a touch of reality and the waves of light, the same old tunes she plays in the morning, and the aroma of coffee hints the air, a reminder of a start of a new day.
Today like any other day started by that long walk by the frozen river, passing familiar faces, being greeted by the same old man with a dog. Nothing unusual or out of place. Her world was always aligned, almost synchronized, they say that people that manage the same routine live longer than most, she heard that once, and thought, but were they ever alive?
Later on she heads out to the market to buy some vegetables for her salad, fresh fish, she passes the familiar grocers, and their stands, she goes to the very same spots where she buys her vegetables, and the very same seafood store to buy her fish, and heads back into the busy market for a walk and a quick stop to grab a soda for her walk back to her apartment. At the very end of the crowd was a flower stand she smiles at the beauty in admiration, at the stillness after the craziness of the market on a sunday day. "A flower for the flower?" she heard a voice say. She ignores and keeps walking the other way "Excuse me, Excuse me, Im talking to you", she turns her head while managing to keep walking off as if her world was shaken by those cries. At the end of the voice lies a handsome young man close to her age, he starts walking towards her flower first. "It's free, take it, it looks like you", how childish of him to say such a thing, she thought, grabbed the flower, thanked the young man, and walked away.
She could'nt stop thinking about the insident in the market, she took her empty soda can, filled it up with water from the sink, and gazed at the flowers beauty while cooking her dinner. As she lay in bed, she could'nt take the image of the man out of her head. He came to her in her dreams, in her dreams she did'nt walk away, she stayed, talked to him, bought a dozen more of these flowers, and came back for a dozen more. In her dream her apartment was full of flowers, the myst of morning day, and night.
The following morning at her daily market visit she is eager to pass by the flower stand before her shopping, as she walks towards the stand, there he was, the handsome young man, she smiles in excitement as she rushes through the crowds, she wonders if he will do the same thing today, if he would be as excited to see her as well. She is much closer now, as he reaches out for a gorgouse flower, she so shiley smiles, only to find, he hands it over to the girl on the other side while dilevering the same lines.

*Patterns

2005-08-27T06:50:00.000+03:00

*Cause everytime

I seem to fall inlove

Crash! Boom! Bang!

-Roxxet

2005-08-23T22:29:00.000+03:00

Some Dance To Remember, Some Dance To Forget.

Fair Exchange.

2005-08-21T04:18:00.000+03:00

Question: It's always the thought that counts right?

My friend and I were at a book store, so I decided to pick up a book for her that I've been begging her to read for ages now. So she decides to buy me a book as well. sweet :) Well, up until we got to the cash register I payed 20 bucks for her book. The book she bought me she felt was essential, it was a how to apply make-up manual (She calls me butch because I don't know how to apply eye shadow). Anyways, the lady at the cash register scans the least deepest book she's ever scanned, looks up at my freind and says $2 please. My friend then looks at me and says, "do you have 50 cents", so I say "sweety, I practicly payed for my gift."

Answer: Not always lol.

Jeopordy!

2005-08-17T03:51:00.000+03:00

What do they forget to teach us in school?

EVERYTHING!

Come on folks, what does our currency the "Dinar" mean?

Looking forward to your answers*

Peace out!

Change of plan-I was'nt a butterfly!

2005-08-13T02:10:00.000+03:00

I just wanted to get up and dance last night when I watched the Broadway production "Broadway".

I think I was a dancer in my past life.

LOL-only I can laugh at my thoughts/ comments! :P

Blaboramaaa

2005-08-10T05:31:00.000+03:00

OuCh!!!!

I fractured my toe (a huge guy stepped on it, and he did'nt even opologize! ughh)

Injury Number 2: I asked for diet coke*thinking it was funny a friend of mine threw it across the room, it slammed into my rib cage, I then couldn't breath for a good 30 seconds*score!*

Random injuries this week: My best friend glides across the hospital from some kinda oily substance on the floor*Her Bagel flew but she managed to safe land her ice cappaccino0*

Later that night she slides down a staircase, and I blanked out from embaressment then the first thing she uttered was "who saw whooooooooo saw???" My reply: "No one, just get up sweety, fast!"*

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OxYMoronS!!!

A girl was trying to describe how big of a celebrity her girlfriend is dating "They are like the equivilant of the beatles, they are like the Paki Beetles" hehe ok-ay!

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Gay Pride Parade: RuPaul on stage singing "Cover Girl" Priceless, for everything else theres mastercard lol

Whats up with leather suites, and butts hanging out? Ha my gay passi?

I met this guy at the parade gay of course, and when I told him I was from Kuwait, he sniffs me, and says oooh youuuu smell like petrol<--french accent heheh

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I miss my dog so much*

And to Peter Jennings you will be missed-Rest In Peace*

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Theres a hilariouse beer commercial where a grown hairy man sitting on a lazy boy talks like a dumb blond, its tooooo funny!

Another commercial im not sure what they advertise, but anyway the winters are extreemly harsh in canada, but its summer and there are people having a bbq in the commercial, when all of a sudden one single maple leaf falls off a tree and on the guys sholder (signifying the start of fall) He see's it and starts screaming in horror like a little girl* hehheh

I love Commercails!!!!

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Would you kids like some cheezy poofs?

Rememeber the South Park episode when they adopt a kid from Africa????

Starvin Marvin heheheh

Watching it right now

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I need to get my hand on a really good book and watch less TV, any recomendations????

Finally, whats new in Kuwait Guyz, anything?

:)

Drama Queen.

2005-08-07T21:00:00.000+03:00

You know how certain songs trigger a waterfall of memories. I love music, and when I saw coldplay Live on stage last week it was too hard to contain my self.

Confessions of a Drama Queen: I started sobbing when the song "The scientist" came on, and when I got back home I played it 10 times, and wept.

Looking back I will laugh at myself one day. For the past week though :(, my freinds laugh in hysteria everytime they hear the song, and say "come on waterlilie CRY!!!!" hehhehe (bastards!)

Deep over a Dish.

2005-08-02T11:20:00.000+03:00

In memory of our drive to Gatineau, Quebec while consuming a lucious meal overlooking the the Gatineau river on a mountain at sunset..Lilie is deep in airheaded thought even in the most miraculouse of settings:

After 15 minutes of Lilie in silence while some family and friends get aquainted, Lilie speaks:

"Guy's would'nt the world be much more productive if humans did'nt eat?????"

Think about it. I think Im on to something here...

:P

"Make me beautiful"

The comedian.

2005-07-28T15:40:00.000+03:00

My brother lost over 30 pounds. God bless. He is thinner than me now, and when he came to pick me up at the airport I walked right by him not knowing who he was! You know how bigger people are sometimes stereo typed as being funny to compensate for their weight?. Well! He still is the funny man! My mother and I were screaming from laughter at a local restaurant. My favorite three acts of the night.

(Please don't get insulted by this material, For it is an act, my brother was being funny, and no harm was caused by his actions. And to further explain even the homeless guyz on the street know him by name, he's a nice fella!)

My brother is a ladies man!....

My bro, lets call him X. Eyes a beautiful blond girl at school for over a month and a half. He says she is so stupid she thought Iran was in Africa, and he was'nt kidding!, In one thier classes she put up her hand, and said something like If Iran has money then why won't they give some to their neighbors in Somalia. So one day after class they started talking, and he told her that he was impressed by how smart she was, and that he would love to study with her sometime. what does she say????? "I get that alot!" heheheh.

Act two:

In one of X's classes there was a beautiful girl half Sri lankan/Canadian. He noticed that she was always stairing into space, and that she never has much to say (It's because she really is an airhead). One day hanging out with some of his classmates, he stands right by her, and as usual "she's there, but she's really not there". What does X say to her? hahahha I love this one: "You know Britney your always smiling, but I kinda feel like your hurting inside" (With a Don Juan bullshiter face that only I know). Her reply: "Ive never met anyone that understands me the way you do".

Basically his conclusion about girls: Act like you care, like your sensitive, and give alot of one on one time, and there are alot of things that guyz would clasify as stupid to utter, gather all of them up and say them out loud if you want to be a brilliant ladies man.

The third story that was the most hilarious. Was about his Indian friend an FOB who hardly speaks english. They invited him out on X's birthday to a local hangout. Of course X was the star cause it was his birthday (I got him an i-pod, so he loves me more). So the whole gang were talking with a few girls when X realized that his Indian friend was having a hard time chatting up the ladies. So X says "It might be hard to understand this boys accent but ladies he's really a gentelman". X says that one of the girls says "It's not the accent, it's just that you speak in monotone". What does his Indian friend say, and X say's this with an Indian accent "Please girl, you can make fun of my accent, but please dont call me monotone". Hahahahahahhaahha!

I Love X to Death! One last thing. I wanted to go watch "Mama Mia" a broadway production. My mom had already caught the act in london, so I asked my brother if he would go watch it with me. He gets excited "Yeah yeah of course cham waterlilie 3indiiii", and then he asks what days it was playing, I said "July 26-August 4th" He says "Oh 7abibty thats perfect ill go watch it with you August 5th" hahahhahahahahaha.

:)

"Love to love to love yaaaaa"

Lilie meets Lily.

2005-07-27T20:00:00.000+03:00

Stuck in Chicago's O'hare airport for a good 6 hours was hell. I was tired, drained, fatigued, hungry, and just litsening to people complaining about something that is so way out of thier hand was draining (ya3ni mobeedhom hehe). I was sick and tired of people going on, and on about flight delays and cancelations that they have experienced all summer. The problem is that these delays are not caused by effects that are tangable. For instance in winter we see the snow, and aknowlidge the seriousnes of the reasoning. What people can not understand is that summer showers are just as worse. When a plane is high in the sky there are "objects" called clouds, and when they bump into each other it causes thunder, and lightening which is an extreem environment for a huge metal object we call a "plane"!
So anyway, there was this quiet lovely women in her early fifties that had just been sitting there, and smiling for the good 6 hours. At one point, she turned my way, and said "Can you beleive Im on stand-by". I just smiled, and told her not to worry cause people were starting to leave.
Finally on the plane to my suprise I was right!, what was supposed to be a full flight ended up with almost a few passengers. I was one of the last people to board, and to my suprise the nice lady was sitting right by me.
Once I was done fidgiting, and trying to find my seat belt, she say's "You know nothing in the world is ever a coinsidence, there is a reason why that on an empty plane just like this one, and on a day where I thought I would'nt make it on the flight, we end up sitting next to each other". I mean I beleive in fate, and stuff, but I was too tired to comprehend why this lady would say something like that to me. I mean she was extreemly pleasant, nice, very well dressed, and there was nothing uneasy about her demeanour at all. I looked at her and smiled, and said "well my name is *****, and im from Kuwait, and yourself?". Blah blah blah...small conversation until she told me that she was into energy science, and has her own practice, and that ofcourse is very appealing, because Im really into that too. And as I go grab my Pauolo Coelho book, she says "that's wonderful, I was just at a seminar with one of his good friends Mario (something)", and she went ahead and recommended his book to me called "The man from autumn", which I can't wait to read.
I then opologized for not catching her name, and she said "Oh I think I forgot to mention it, please excuse me my name is lily ****". I told her how beautiful her name was, and I explained to her my obsession with waterlilies, and she said that she loves them too, that she grows waterlilies, and lotuses, which I adore. I told her about my blog, and that im waterlilie, and that I describe my self as lilie in la la land. And then she laughs, and says that her husband always says that about her.
There was alot said back and forth, book recomendations for instance, and I also explained to her how theres a new trend in kuwait in the energy sciences, and told her about a few seminars, and work shops that I attended. All in all I've never met someone with a different backround, age group, and uprining that was so similar. We both felt a connection that was really strange for the most part. We parted, yet there was something about that meet that triggered so much. Hard to describe, but I truely beleive that there was something in her aura, the book recommendations, and her passion for her profession that touched me in some way. And most importantly I learned that in life nothing is ever a coinsidence.

To Lily: I hope you did'nt find alot of weeds in your garden :)

Lyrics:"To every season there is a purpose".

God Bless America.

2005-07-25T20:18:00.000+03:00

I was walking in saks when a lady in her late 50's dressed in corporate dress and a gold pair of glasses with a gold chain approaches me and compliments my style. I thanked her for that, and walked into the little Dior boutique. I don't really like Dior, but I was looking around when suddenly she appears again. She asks me if I had purchased the DIANE vanFRUSTENBERG dress from saks. I kinda freak out at this point, and told her that I had purchased it online a couple of months ago, but it was the first time I have actually worn it. Then all of a sudden I burst out with a "why?". She smiles, and says that she's never seen it worn so beautifully, and further states that J-Lo, and Molly Sims have been featured in magazine wearing the very same dress, but not with that much "attitude". I start laughing, and I told her that that was one of the best compliments Ill ever receive in my life, and thanked her again. Then out of the blue she says "Would you like to work for us?", I laugh, and I say "who's us?", "Saks Fifth avenue", she states. I am so surprised at this point, and so blown away by her direct approach that I was almost speechless. I asked her what she had in mind. And then she gave me this title that I didn't quite catch, and when I asked her what all of that meant, she snapped, and said well why don't you call my secretary, and we can set up a meeting, and handed me her card. I shook her hand, and explained to her that I don't live in the states, and that I would need a work visa for that. Then she blows air out of her mouth with frustration and says: "That explains your style!, your not American!", smiles, and walks away.
I stood there frozen for a few second trying to grasp the whole thing. I then laugh hysterically by myself, and go on with my day. What a day!

Wonderer.

2005-07-23T09:00:00.000+03:00

How does one achieve inner peace?

Suggestions Box.

2005-07-23T04:36:00.000+03:00

Why is'nt there a channel on TV that only screens those hilarious commercials all day?

Out Of the Coverage Area

2005-07-20T10:03:00.000+03:00

Amsterdam:

White trash attack in transit:

A couple of hrs. before my flight a loud American women asks me to come sit with her at a crowded cafe. She was doing the talking, cause god forbid she would'nt have time to finish telling me her life story. Chapter One: It was her first time ever to board a plane!!!!!!!!

Finally I hold a copy of Paulo Coelho's New book "The Zahir"-I collect his books like a dog collects ponies-Im oficially missing one, and another was borrowed, but to me status of the book last time I checked was upgraded to stolen: A plea: "Please give me back 11 minutes", and, no!! I will not buy a new one.

On the Plane I was stting next to a half Turkish, half Moroccan, who works in the US, and was visiting Kuwait for a few days-Cool? Well no When I asked him what he was doing in Kuwait, he did not answer my question, and blabbed about visiting Kuwait with his father when he was younger-You think I stopped there, nop! So what were you doing in Kuwait? he kept talking about his childhood visit, when he met a Kuwaiti his age called Abdulrasool???? haha
Finally Waterlilie: "Were you in Iraq???" I Offered him a stick of gun, and we both went silent-Next time call the little boy Ahmad*

Im hungry!

What am I gonne do as soon as I get to DC, well Ill show you the sunset I love from my apartment-Until then-Rock On Rockstars!!! :P

Leaving on a Jet Plane, dont know if Ill be back again

2005-07-19T13:12:00.000+03:00

Waterlilie darling "wake up and smell the coffee beans", wait, no no "Wake up and put a little make-up!", Wake up and kick ass honey, It's your last day in Kuwait before you head off to the land of the free, and the home of the brave. Lilie will definitly be living in lala land in the next month, and a half. Im going to smell the air of capitalism, enthusiasm, life, liberty, and the persuite of happiness, Im going to smell consumerism, culture, art, fantasy, Bagels (finally). The slice of pizza that I long for, and my childhood pals, my past, and all I know will be there waiting for me with open arms.

Kuwait, what have you done for me lately? Broken dreams. Initially coming back full of hope, and now leaving empty handed with nothing, and no one to come back for. Note to Waterlilie: You have to come back. Unfortunatly I do. Does everyones heart shatter into a million peices? or is it just me. I must have a sign on my forehead that says take advantage of lilie, take out your rage on waterlilie, hurt waterlilie, push her to the edge, and then watch her just stand back, and let you walk all over her. I swear I have no hate towards anyone, and I am so peacful, and wonderful, and amazing to be tampered with like that. I have never judged, or started conflict, I always let it slide, and put everything behind me so fast I forgot they happened.

Kuwait, all I can say is, until we meet again, adiue, I hope this trip compensates for all the hurt bistowed on me in the past couple of years, because god i know you have something better instore for me, someday, and I really hope this journey is just that.

Peace out.

Record High.

2005-07-18T06:25:00.000+03:00

It's almost 6:30 am and I am up and running this morning, literally. I have no clue why I'm up this early, oh wait it's because I have'nt gone to sleep yet. So 5:00 am I hear someone walking around, I open the the door , and my brother screams in fear at the sight of me lol. Super looney waterlilie then decides to open the front door for the dog, back in the house my brother and I stand at the window and watch her run around the street. And then this shady car drives by, we suddenly see the driver reversing back to my dog, opening his door, and poof I run out to the street screaming Nooooooooooooo!, the driver quickly shuts the door, and drives off in fear, strike 2 im too scary this morning :P. We are in the living room, and I can't shut up, "let's go to starbucks, Im so hungry!", my brother, and the dog ignoring my blabbing. Then I suddenly have this brilliant idea, I feel like Pizza Hut, I was being funny, and my brother giving me a swalloed laugh. I call Pizza Hut just for the hell of it, and what do you know, they really do have a 24 houre service. The sa3idi guy bursted out in laughter at my reaction "sij sij facheeen, wanasaaa!!!" hehheeh. So I think a double cheese pizza qualifies as breakfast don't you?...Oh ...what do you know, Breakfast is here :) Isn't life lovely!! hahha...Lilie in la la laaaaaaaaaand :) Gota Gooooo :)

Poor Aunti.

2005-07-17T16:30:00.000+03:00

Young, beautiful divorcee who recently became a grandma. That within itself is a shocker to her (We try as much as possible to not bring up her new label), and really you can't blame her she looks not a day over 30. She is a workaholic, and now with the new baby in the house she is pulling double shifts. All nighters with a screaming baby, and still managing to go to work in the morning. Her daughter is not feeling well, with a first born, and the new responsibilities, lets just say, we don't dare to go near her (mood swings), so poor aunti has to deal with that too. My cuz was promised a new makeover for the dowaniya to be her asylum after the birth of her child. The baby was born a week before its due date, so its still not done. While my aunt was running around getting the new curtains for the room, she slipped, and fell on the way back to her car. She broke her leg, and now is staying home not being able to do anything. What kinda luck is sorounding poor aunti!? I guess when it rains it pours.

2005-07-13T16:30:00.000+03:00

My brother goes to highschool in Ottawa Canada (Don't ask!) and one of the growing phenomenons of that region is the ever growing Bidoun community migrating to Canada. These families rip themselves from a country where they were born to ensure a better future for thier children. Leaving everything they ever knew behind them for the sense of belonging, and a peice of paper that tells them that they are no longer nomads in the world, but true citizens of a great country.

So my brother is taking a few classes in summer school, stairing into space as usual (you go boy!) when he noticed people suddenly showing interest in what thier teacher had to say. He nudged one of his classmates (a former bidoun, proud new Canadian citizen) to ask him what was going on. He said "The teacher just asked, If your house was burning, and you only had time to save one thing, what would it be?". My bro raises his hands, and says "My CD collection of course!" (How funny! and typical of him!). It was time for his friend to raise his hand, ever so politely, "Yes" the teacher awaits his answer, "Sir, I would definitly save my passport, I don't want to be bidoun anymore".

My brother called me heartbroken after that. He was telling me how smart, talented this boy is, and how he has a great future ahead of him. And I say good for Canada for using thier resources and man power ever so wisely. Intergrating, and educating people, and looking ahead for a brighter tomorrow.

Under the University Bridge, Between Yarmouk, and Khaldiya stands a little boy, with beautiful big eyes selling us air freshners. Are we that stupid to forget that these children will grow up one day and become apart of our society. At age 8 he is on the street, in the summer sun. How do we honestly think that ignoring this problem will make it go away. I have news for you these children will grow up bitter, drained, with no self of belonging, and no education. Be sure that we are corrupting our own society by looking the other way. Education-Integration is a wise solution. And if this country would like to stay the way it is. I wish I could take all of these children to Canada for a better tomorrow.

Blabathon.

2005-07-12T11:30:00.000+03:00

Do guys in this country have unconventional rights that they created in order to satisfy themselves. I think I have a stalker, a mysterious car follows me around everywhere I go. Invasion of privacy or what?

******

I got asked a very mind boggling question yesterday. But I did'nt understand how deep the question might have been until I sat in my bed recollecting my thoughts of the day.

She started by telling me that she suspects that her sister's husband is cheating on her. She has every miniscule proof in the world but nothing concrete.

Does she go ahead and tell her sister?

Oh my god! Im glad I went blank.

******

I'm beginning to hate the fact that all the cool job's out there are taken over by non-kuwaities because they are cheaper. And for the general public, who are'nt doctors, engineers, or professors, we find them working "mostly" in banks or large corporations. What a waste of potential talent.

******

So we find out that the help we have around the house are stealing from us. I could'nt confront them. And when my parents asked me too, I started shaking, and my words were a tad unrecognizable by humans in general.

After confiscating half my stuff that I thought never exsisted, one way plane tickets were purchased, and they are departing today.

Who's going to make me my fresh kiwi, strawberry, pinapple juice tomorrow morning?

******

I Loved nip/tuck, and watched two seasons worth of episodes back to back in 2 days. And now I think I am developing a rash because I want to know what happens in season 3 SO BAD!!! NOW!!!!

I am not a drama queen!

******

I can only find shitty shitty bang bang tickets to go watch the rolling stones perform this summer. But it's going to be okay. Because now I am comfertable enough in my own skin to confess that when I saw Madonna in concert I was literally sitting in the last row of the stadium. It was great still!!

******

Why can't I find a hot successful Italian lawyer. Oh, wait I did, and he's interested. As for me, What's wrong with me?????!!!!! did I mention he's a good cook.

******

Do you ever feel like you don'nt belong anywhere?? Yesterday some one whispered in my ear, "You dont belong here with your pearl necklace" ..ouch! I know I thought, but where do I belong?

(Soul searching until further notice!)

******

What is compromise?

******

I have a scar from an operation that I had 6 months ago on my leg I used every brand of creams out there. I have extreemly sensitive skin, and I don't heal as fast as most people. Any recomendations?

******

I think I should have open heart surgery to get that heart of mine pumping again.

******

I'm pumped!!!!!!!!! Summer vication for me is just around the corner.

******

And finally, no ofense to all the Kuwaiti men out there, but you have drained us. misunderstood us. Creeped us out. Judged us. Hurt us. Disected our every being. Ripped us up to shreads. Stripped us of our true value. Mistreated us. You truely don't recognize a great girl until she slapps you in the face a few time, and fucks you over the way you did, then only then you will run back, and get down on your knees and beg. I don't have the heart for that, any one hungry for Italian? ;)

Rock on Folks!

"It's like 10,000 spoons, when all you need is a knife, and is'nt it ironic? Don't you think?"

Just Wondering!

2005-07-09T23:15:00.000+03:00

Now that I am free to do so I am going about sampling an array of movies that I have been longing to watch. I don't know if it's the movies, and all that drama, or if it's our every day actual dramas that had me thinking. Is there an age be it a number, or a state of mind where we can find ourselves completely satisfied?.
My mom and I usually have long conversations about everything, and nothing. And when ever I ask her that question, she simply replies that her happiness, and stability can only be complete by watching her children grow, and become. And I am almost left wondering, is it all just a cycle?. Your own personal satisfaction would just transform itself into a different state, a state where no longer it is self involved, but rather discard the little that is left of it in the hopes of it clinging to your son or daughter. Was there any satisfaction there to begin with?. Lets take films for example. Mid age man/woman bored out of thier minds, meeting a new woman/man that sparked something that has been forgotten but not lost inside, falling inlove all over again, doing crazy things, leaving thier families, starting all over. Is life just a feeling?. A feeling that we want to ignited over, and over, and over again in order for us to feel alive?.
Why do mid-age men and women cheat, for example? Is it the thrill? Does it ignite a feeling that I am really not entirely sure of, but is it that state of mind that helps them stay alive?...
Why do I fear life so much sometimes?. Why do I fear being in a relationship? Do I just know too much? Or, fear something? There is so much that I have trouble comsuming. Like, for example, when so many people out there throw out lines like "there's no such thing as love"...And even when I stand a believer, does'nt love like any other fire, loose it's flame at some point? Hmm and the biggest question of them all, why do I think so much? or is it better to be the way I am?....

*DoT iN THE UNiVERSE*

Believe me when I say...

I am a child, I am a mother...

..I am a child, I am a mother.

"Ever since my house burned down I see the moon more clearly"-Gregory Colbert

06/06/06-We got hitched!

Confessions.

This Game Will Change Your Life. #2

Question of the Week.

This Game Will Change Your Life. #1

Tutti Frutti

TO US!

iPod-iLove.

Celebrity Junky!

AhAhAHhhhhhAHhhhAHHH!!!!

Is the FULL MOON Theory Just a MYTH?

Share a THOUGHT, any THOUGHT...

PMS.

Hmmm.

Gossip.

Dreamy.

Cheesy Poofs.

Silly Lilie...

Lilies' Mundane Diary-Day 1.

"A Million Little Pieces"

The Bakery Around The Corner.

What is the biggest..........?

50 Promises this 2006.

Give me FIVE.

The Arrogant Sons of Bitches.

Alfanzo.

Shadow.

Pay Back Time.

LOVE.

Last Resort.

NaNaSaM.

Lilie Drama.

The Clueless Generation.

"psssssst psssssst"

The "F*** it" it's humid look.

One Hundred.

Pinch me.

A glimpse into the future.

To Each His Own.

Blabithonia...

Im it!

Lilie in Yoga Land.

MoRooooooooooNiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!

Dirty Bastard!

Little Italy vs. China Town*

Jack Pot*

False Memory.

forget it.

The War Of The Worlds.

As far as the eyes could see.

Ramathan Blabithoon.

Ramadan- Family Updates

Head Over Heals.

You know when you Find it

Classic

NON Sense

Girlz Please!

Potty Break.

The Rules of its Over.

Lag Jet

Rock On

The Market

*Patterns

Fair Exchange.

Jeopordy!

Change of plan-I was'nt a butterfly!

Blaboramaaa

Drama Queen.

Deep over a Dish.

The comedian.

Lilie meets Lily.

God Bless America.

Wonderer.

Suggestions Box.

Out Of the Coverage Area

DoT iN THE UNiVERSE