Saturday, March 26, 2005

Fun stuff, really.

Listening to : MIA - Fire Fire

Hey you guys, try these quizzes out! There's something for everyone. Hell, why don't you try them all :) Oh and it'd be really cool if you guys posted the answers in the comments section 'cuz then all the answers would be in one place. You guys don't have to, it'd just be convenient. Please keep in mind that these quizzes are just for fun and aren't really that accurate. I mean I'm like maybe 10% romantic at best and my brain is so not more male than female but whatevs. Happy Easter and Enjoy!

Your Stripper Name is: Scandal




Your Drag Queen Name is: Felicia Fellatio




Your Porn Star Name is: Candy Coxx




Your Hippie Chick Name is: Aurora











You Are a Look At Me Blogger!



Cute pics, blog drama, whatever it takes to get traffic.
You're notorious ... either loved or hated by all!







You Are 80% Extrovert, 20% Introvert



You are as outgoing as they come

The life of the party, you're friends with everyone

You're a people person, and you are quite the entertainer

You love being around a crowd and acting spontaneously








You Are 60% Psychic



You are pretty psychic.

While you aren't Miss Cleo, you've got a little ESP going on.

And although you're sometimes off on your predictions...

You're more often right than wrong

So go with your instincts - you know more than you think








You Are From Venus



You love all forms of beauty. You love dressing up and anything luxurious.
A social butterfly, you're incredibly popular and a great host.
You're known for your fairness and affection. And as a frind to all.
Careful though! You're desire to please may make you too willing to conform.
Be yourself. Focus on what matters to you. You'll be all the more popular for it.








Your Element Is Fire



Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.
You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.

You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.
You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.

Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.
Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.








You Are A Romantic


You are more romantic than 90% of the population.






You life your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.
Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.
Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.
Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!








You Are a Drama Princess (or Prince)


(You are more dramatic than 30% of the population.)


You're not over the top dramatic, but you have your moments.

You know how to steal the spotlight...

And how to act out to get your way.


People around you know that you're good for a laugh.

But at times, your drama gets a bit too much for everyone.

Tone it down a tad, and you'll still be the center of attention.








You Are Bold And Brave









But daring? Not usually?

You tend to like to make calculated risks.

So while you may not be base jumping any time soon...

You are up for whatever's new and (a little) exciting!








You Are 65% Normal

(Really Normal)









Otherwise known as the normal amount of normal

You're like most people most of the time

But you've got those quirks that make you endearing

You're unique, yes... but not frighteningly so!








You Will Die at Age 58



58





Not bad, considering your super wild lifestyle

Want to live longer? Try losing a few bad habits.








Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male



Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female

You are both sensitive and savvy

Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed

But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve



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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Hypocrites


Hypocrites are two-faced pigs, really.
"Hypocrisy is derived from the Greek word hypokrisis, which meant playing a part on the stage, or putting on a mask to misrepresent reality. In the ancient Greek theater, actors were known as hypocrites, without any negative connotation. In the real world however, being a hypocrite, pretending to be something while actually being something else, was and still is definitely viewed as wrong. In matters of religion, it's downright evil. A religious hypocrite is someone who creates God in his or her image -- not the other way around as God intended. A religious hypocrite manipulates religion in order to look respectable or even heroic."
Recently in Blogworld, a bunch of people have taken it upon themselves to judge other bloggers for no reason whatsoever. My dear dear friend Ayya (who happens to be a total sweetheart!) as well as some other bloggers, were actually attacked in one of these blogs. Ayya is pure! Hell, I'd even be willing to stake my life on that claim. Should you ever have the honor of meeting her, you'd see that she's the sweetest, most pure of heart women, ever! If you ever get to meet her, you should thank your lucky stars!
These two-faced pigs spewed off bullshit about many of us, and then before anyone has a chance to reprimand them for their actions or defend themselves at least, those same pigs delete their posts, which contain the base-less, hurt-full, and offensive matter. Some of them even go as far as deleting their blogs all-together, just to start new ones under different usernames, only to spew off even more bullshit.
This dude cussed out a lot of people in his blog, then deleted the entry, but not before most of his sympathizers got to see and sympathize (read: cuss out other bloggers in turn). This girl was one of his sympathizers. She actually had the audacity to attack darling Ayya!
Okay, so where does the hypocrisy part come in? It's the fact that both of them, as well as the other "offenders" hid behind their religion. They claim that the reason they attacked Ayya among the other bloggers was because she did something or is doing something that doesn't fit in with their idea of Islam. Those are the worst kind of hypocrites, the religious hypocrites or the self-righteous ones. They really grate my nerves! Who are you people to judge? If you choose to use your religion as a weapon, fine. I leave you with Sura 63 (al Monaafiqoon - The Hypocrites) from the Holy Quran, in Arabic or English.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

A glimpse into the future

Listening to : Raghav - Angel Eyes

While the rest of you were out doing your thing for women's rights (Monday, March 07, 14), I was stuck behind a desk in a cramped cubicle, in the office of a small private company punching away numbers on the keyboard, pretending like I knew what I was doing. I was working with Excel and numbers, two things I really really hate. I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning...

Sometime a week or so ago, I'd woken up just in time to shower, and have "lunch" while watching Star Academy 2's highlights of the day on LBC. My mom could not get over the fact that I'd woken up so late. I mean it's not like it's the first time that I've woken up this late or anything but for some reason today was different. She kept on repeating "Raa7 ill yoom" (translation : you wasted the whole day sleeping). After that my family had a little "meeting" behind my back and came to the conclusion that I should go work for my father's company. It didn't matter that I have no marketable skills whatsoever. As long as I woke up at 6:30am and caught a ride with Dad (actually the driver's the one behind the wheel but whatever) at 7:30am and got to work at exactly 8:00am and stayed there till 1:30pm, then everything was just peachy.

The first day dragged on for sooo long. The next was slightly better. Each time it got a little less boring. My "co-workers" consist of a few Kuwaities, Pinoys (Phillipino), Indians, and Egyptians. Since I'm the new kid, I get all the boring jobs. Naturally since math is my weak point, and my experience when it comes to computers is pretty basic, I got stuck with filing invoices in spreadsheet format using Excel. I hate Excel! Back in highschool, I failed all my computer classes (granted I did miss out on the classes themselves but still).

Anyways the company is located in Shuweikh and I've heard from someone somewhere that the best fa6ayir can be found in Shuweikh. Also, that there's a Japanese store over here. Directions... anyone? Oh and I keep on popping by Ikea for whatever. You guys know that I've moved back into my room by now (obviously) but do you know that besides the bed, stereo, and bookshelf it is practically empty? I'm slowly filling it back up :)

Thanks goes to May AL-Faraj for the citizenship fiasco. If women ever had a chance of gaining the right to vote, May Al-Faraj has ruined it. Not just for this year but also 5 more years down the line. So thank you, May AL-Faraj!

On the flipside, what if women did actually gain the right to vote. It's all well and good for the women commonly reffered to as "free" but what about the women who aren't? The women who have to go by what their husband, father, or brother tell them to. What about the men who've married four wives? That's five votes in one family alone, and that's not even counting the kids (who are of legal age to vote). I ask you people, is that fair?

Ciao ;)

P.S. I'm going to try to blog and log on msn as much as possible while at work :) Hope to see you guys online!

TVLand, Tuesday March 22 at 8:00pm - Taken (Steven Spielberg series) It's about aliens? Madry but I'm gonna' check it out and suggest y'all do the same :)

Friday, March 04, 2005

Pumpin' Iron

Listening to : Rai and B Fever - Un gaou Oran (I love this song! It's excellent for working out to!)

It's official! I'm an official member of Elysium's (Body, Mind and Spirit) Health Spa as of last week! The owner of the place (or at least I'm going to assume she is, 'cuz she bossed everyone around) seemed really nice (except for the bossy part but she is the boss after all so ... anyways). Nadia or Nada (I suck with names :P) and I chatted about everything and anything on God's green earth including Cyprus (Wheee ^^). At first I didn't know if I should ignore the subject or offer her my condolenses (assasination of Al-Hariri). I opted for the latter. At the Renaissance restaurant, Nadia (or Nada?) asked me if I'd like to drink something. They had an awesome selection of teas (as in apple and cinammon, yum!) but naturally I chose coke which caused her to berate me for the next fifteen minutes. She promised me that by the time she was done with me I'd quit coke (fat chance).

Oh, do you guys know that bigass staircase in the middle of the main hall? The lady who escorted me to the restaurant to meet up with Nadia (when I first came in) made me climb it. When I was panting and puffing halfway through, she turned to me and said "Oh, there's a lift but I thought we should take the stairs." I just about strangled her, right then and there. Please note, I was wearing tennis shoes and was out of breathe while the Indian lady who escorted me was wearing pumps and she wasn't even breathing hard.

Before I could start, I had to get a physical check-up with the appointed doctor at the gym. She made me strip then lie down on the bed. She pressed down really hard on my abdomen and stated matter of factly in that thick accent of hers, "You do not drink enough water." "she said You can tell?" "Of course, it's my job!" cue laughter After she joted down my height and weight and took my blood pressure and listened to my heartbeat "You are not fat..." My heart soared but then she ruined it by concluding "You are chubby." I gave her a dejected look (or at least that's what it felt like) but she just patted me on the back.

At the gym I was asked to walk on a treadmill for 5 minutes while placing my hands on the bar that measured my heart-rate. It seems that I'm extremely out of shape cuz my heart was beating way faster than it was supposed to. After that, this pretty blonde showed up and assigned specific machines to me and showed me how to use each of them in turn, but not before stretching. It turns out that the blonde giant (she's really tall mashalla mashalla) with gorgeous huge eyes (mashalla mashalla) was the gym instructor for the day (rotation deal going on here, twice a week per trainer). Anyways, the stretching alone was tiring but the blonde assured me that I would be used to everything in a month and would even start seeing results by then. She also kept on saying "I will destroy your thighs" which apparently means I have huge thighs but she's going to fix that. Also when I'd whine about how this or that hurt or how I'm tired she'd give me this cross-eyed look and I'd crack up and stay put. She was fun and just as goofy as I am. I went home and had Burger King for dinner with 3 cans of coke :D

After that I avoided the gym for a few days 'cuz everything in my body ached. The next time I went, a different instuctor was at the gym. She was much shorter, just as skinny (no really, mashalla), and just as pretty as the previous instructor. She was a brunette. Oh and both instructors had short pixie haircuts. Her name was Livia (I think...). I bounced onto the nearest treadmill and got to work. Did I mention that each treadmill had a tv directly in front of it? Anyways, Livia decide that I seemed to be enjoying myself too much while watching Melody Hits on tv so she increased the level which had me panting for breathe in no time. Moving on to something or other that targets your abdomen I had to do 4 sets of 25 but I couldn't even get through 1 set. This huge chick entered the gym and got on the treadmill for 30 minutes, and went on to every other machine and spent a not so little amount of time on every one of them while I was barely able to keep up. It was very humbling. Little by little, girls started showing up at the gym as well. Each one's outfit was more ridiculous and inappropriate than the next, and their make-up, oh... my... gawwwd! (allahoma la shamatah)

The first decent looking chick I've seen enter the gym besides us (he3he3) got there, just when I got done with what was assigned to me. Then another decently dressed but extremely loud girl entered. Livia the brunette and the two girls who were last to enter the gym each grabbed the bouncy pad thing that they usually use in the excercise videos. Livia asked me to join them. Not knowing what I was doing, I did grab the pad thing and joined them. Livia turned on the stereo and turned her back to us ('cuz we're dumb, and get confused if she's facing us). Did I mention that the walls of the gym were mirrored... just like any other gym :P Anyways, it was an aerobics class and I just about died! Halfway through I gave up. It hurt too much! I had KFC for dinner and 3 cans of coke.

Again, I stopped going for a few days 'till the pain went away. I went thursday night (yesterday). Again, Livia was there. I got done with my excercises early and so did the cool kuwaity chick who was at the last aerobics lesson (where I dropped out) so Livia decided to call us over and told us to each grab an excercise matt, which we did. Sensing my uneasiness, (well it was apparent all over my face, I looked like I was just about ready to cry) Livia cracked up and assured me that we were only going to stretch today. "Only stretching Dana, don't be such a baby.", she chided in her equally thick accent. I brightened up immediately which cracked up the kuwaity girl. Livia was telling the truth, this was stretching... this was stretching things a bit far! My bones practically creaked and cracked every few minutes. Later on when we had to bend over and touch our toes, I couldn't do it. So Livia got behind me and pushed my back down hard. It would not budge! haha She was like "Dana, you have the back of a 60 year old! Very, very bad back!", she complained rolling her r's. "Don't worry. I'll fix it.", she assured me. Ah, promises promises! Don't get me wrong. I know that I have bad posture but I prefer slouching all the time anyway, so it's all good :D After that, the kuwaity chick and I got into the jacuzzi to relax. We chatted about the gym and moved on from there. She was really, really sweet and very down to earth. She kept on calling me "Daloo3a" though 'cuz I complained alot during the aerobics excercises, and the stretching excercises, and all the other excercises in general. I abhor whiners but it seems that I've now become one of them :D No dinner, and only 1 can of coke :D

One thing I noticed about the Elysium is that everyone is superfriendly. I love the atmosphere there (although the decor` ... okay, no comment). Go there, shoot someone a smile, and see what you get. I almost wanna hug everyone, if not for that whole I'm uncomfortable with the touch-touch thing I've got going on. It hasn't reached Howard Hughs' level yet but I'm getting there.

Another thing alot of people have noticed about me at the gym is that I'm actually drinking water now. It's so fun to hang out in the hallway and drink water from the water dispenser using paper cups. The water dispenser is fun. I love the weird-bubbly noises it makes. Oh and the girls at the gym are all telling me "3/4 cold water, 1/4 hot water, so you don't get sick". They mean well... I guess. Well anyways, water is now fun :D

Finally, one last reason why going to the gym is good ; for the first time in my whole entire life, my cheeks were actually flushed (after working-out)! ^_____________^

Have a good one!

Thursday March 3 - America Plus - The O.C. (pilot ((first)) episode) - 9:00pm, 1:00am (repeat Friday March 4, 5:00pm)
Friday March 4 - America Plus - One Tree Hill (pilot ((first)) episode) - 9:00pm, 1:00am (repeat Saturday March 5, 5:00pm)
Sunday March 6 - America Plust - Gilmore Girls (season 4) - 9:00pm, 1:00am
(repeat Monday March 7, 5:00pm)