Daft Punk - Technologic (I labu-labu this song)
Hiya! I know, I sooo shouldn't be doing this but I just couldn't resist haha so here's me. Sorry for the shitty quality. Anyways, for future reference whenever I say college, I'm actually reffering to the Australian College of Kuwait (ACK).
Take care, yeah? Laters!
Friday, May 26, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Tell me this shit aint depressing
NeYo - So Sick
**Warning : Long Post Ahead : This means you, Purg**
Hey People,Sorry I've been away for so long. I've missed blogworld and everyone in it. Yes even you! Blame college for draining the life outta' me. So much has happened in these past few months, and not just political-wise. Our beloved Sheikh Jaber (whom everyone fondly called Baba Jaber) passed away. It wasn't so much a surprise, I mean everyone knew it was gonna happen eventually (just like our lady already mentioned) but still it was devastating just the same. A fellow blogger (you did us proud, girl!) wrote a wonderful article in Bazaar magazine about him.
Then a fellow student, and a classmate even, Abdulaziz Al-Kazemi (the sweetest guy I've ever met, allah yir7amah) passed away in a car accident. The ambulence couldn't get to him in time 'cuz of the stupid gawkers blocking the road. The next day, all of the guys in college dressed up in dishdashas and went to the burial which was really decent of them. The day after that, most of the girls went to his funeral, and payed their respects to his family. We really were a sight. A crowd of cloaked (3abbayahs) women trudging down Jabriyah's streets. If not for the tragedy, I'd even go so far as to say we were a comical sight. The fact that most of the college went to both his burial and funeral is a testament to how loved he was by everyone. He really was a sweet guy...
Not long after, my mom had to undergo surgery to remove her gallbladder. I hated it! Even now, I hate thinking about it. She looked so fragile and forlorn when the nurses came to take her away for surgery. Of course she was administered an anasthetic or whatever it's called beforehand, which made her all giggly which was cute. Even after they brought her back, she was still way disoriented and was saying something about "changing the furniture" and wanting "a room with different view". While mom had surgery, my aunt, sis, and I (the men came pre-surgery, and then again post-surgery) planned on worrying ourselves sick while we waited but were distracted by the ruckus outside. Apparently, they were shooting scenes right outside our room. A bunch of arabic actors, for a kuwaity t.v. series at Dar ill Shifa Hospital in Hawally. Being the hooligan that I am, I had to tone it down.
Dad got an SLK for my younger bro (God knows he's earned it with his 4.00 GPA and straight A's at AUK along with being the perfect son, mashalla) so my younger bro returned my gray/silver/whothefuckcares pathfinder back to me. Driving to college was fun while it lasted. I kept my clothes in the back (yellow-green flip-flops, black ankle boots, pink scarf, black mini-cardigan, and an extra black t-shirt) for emergencies like if my feet really really hurt from heels I could just switch to flip-flops, or if it rained I could change shirts, or if it got cold I could wear the cardigan, or if I wanted to dress up I could slip on the boots. Plus I now had a place to stash my bigass body butter (the round ones from the body shop) and the just as big body lotion that comes with a pump (also from the body shop) or my perfume (dude, the perfume tops are heavy). It was quite convenient 'till I got into an accident and the car had to be sent to the bodyshop (different kind of body shop) for repairs. I messed up both front tires, and one of the rims got really messed up. Also something called sha9y (I wanna say Chaucer) and sifayif (almost like saying shifayif) got messed up. I'd "accidentally" sped just before the roundabout instead of slowing down, dashayt ill duwar. No one got hurt, 7imdilla. So my car got taken away for a month. It's back now. Lesson learned.
I lost two mobile phones in one week. The first, I forgot at our table in McDonalds' the one at the Mishref Fair Grounds. The second one (I kept this as backup in case something happened to the first), I forgot at the beach. My younger bro lent me his old samsung till dad bought me an N-70 (this past Saturday) even though I had my heart set on this cuz it's pretty. All I've heard so far is bad things about the N-70 so far.
Also we've sold our chalet in Dubaia (or are currently in the process of selling), and we've bought a new one at Khiran. Everyone has to go every thursday and friday which I find horrible. I no longer have the weekends to myself. Because of the construction going on at our new chalet, there were nails lying around everywhere, and because I'm too impatient to walk around them, I tiptoed through the nails and stuff, and because I'm a klutz I stubbed my toe on a nail. You all know what that means! Tetanus shot! Fun! Guess where I had to get it? On my ass! More fun! Guess who administered the shot? A male nurse this time! Yay! Seriously though, I really don't want them to sell our old chalet in Dubaia. I grew up there. It has so many good memories. *sigh*
Finally, last week a fellow student got into a car accident. A guy from the opposite lane somehow managed to flip his car onto hers. He died instantly (allah yir7ama). She on the otherhand, broke both legs, a rib, got a long deep gash on her back, and and intracerebral hemorrhage (I think that's what it's called when someone's brain is bleeding). That's not to mentioning her face which'll prolly need lots of surgery. She's currently in a coma at the Amiri Hospital. The girl wasn't carrying any form of I.D. so the cops and the ambulence couldn't call her parents. I was at college when a kid (the same guy who called me and told me Abdulaziz had passed away, talk about jinx) called us and told us that Marwa had passed away. He gave us the location and we hotfooted it to our cars only to get a call moments later by someone else telling us that all the roads were blocked, Marwa is at the hospital and she's alive, but we needed to get her parents' digits. We tried to get the student administrations guy to give us her parent's numbers but he thought we were just fooling around, but relented after he found out we were serious.
Hours later, a bunch of us were at the hospital and MY GOD it was awful. At first the doctors wouldn't tell the mother what was really wrong with her daughter. Then one guy had the bright idea of telling the mother that her daughter might lose her eyesight, thinking he'd "ease" the mother into it. Little by little, they broke the rest of the news to her. It was heartwrenching... All the chicks were crying ('cept for me but I'm incapable of crying in front of people, apparently I'm a freak of nature so...). Then the family relatives showed up. I thought we should give them some privacy but none of the girls were having any of that. They wanted to "console" the mother. Then all of a sudden the mother starts wailing that her daughter will never graduate (graduation is in 3 weeks) and that she'll never get married. God, it was awful... Thankfully, the bleeding (nazeef mo'7) has stopped now, but sadly she's still in a coma. Pray for her people.
The guy was speeding on the freakin opposite lane and yet he still managed to ruin someone else's life as well as ending his. Please think of others as well yourselves. Please, please drive safely.
... and that ladies and gentlemen is what I have been doing for the past few months. Anyone wanna recommend a pyschologist I can dump all this on?
**Warning : Long Post Ahead : This means you, Purg**
Hey People,Sorry I've been away for so long. I've missed blogworld and everyone in it. Yes even you! Blame college for draining the life outta' me. So much has happened in these past few months, and not just political-wise. Our beloved Sheikh Jaber (whom everyone fondly called Baba Jaber) passed away. It wasn't so much a surprise, I mean everyone knew it was gonna happen eventually (just like our lady already mentioned) but still it was devastating just the same. A fellow blogger (you did us proud, girl!) wrote a wonderful article in Bazaar magazine about him.
Then a fellow student, and a classmate even, Abdulaziz Al-Kazemi (the sweetest guy I've ever met, allah yir7amah) passed away in a car accident. The ambulence couldn't get to him in time 'cuz of the stupid gawkers blocking the road. The next day, all of the guys in college dressed up in dishdashas and went to the burial which was really decent of them. The day after that, most of the girls went to his funeral, and payed their respects to his family. We really were a sight. A crowd of cloaked (3abbayahs) women trudging down Jabriyah's streets. If not for the tragedy, I'd even go so far as to say we were a comical sight. The fact that most of the college went to both his burial and funeral is a testament to how loved he was by everyone. He really was a sweet guy...
Not long after, my mom had to undergo surgery to remove her gallbladder. I hated it! Even now, I hate thinking about it. She looked so fragile and forlorn when the nurses came to take her away for surgery. Of course she was administered an anasthetic or whatever it's called beforehand, which made her all giggly which was cute. Even after they brought her back, she was still way disoriented and was saying something about "changing the furniture" and wanting "a room with different view". While mom had surgery, my aunt, sis, and I (the men came pre-surgery, and then again post-surgery) planned on worrying ourselves sick while we waited but were distracted by the ruckus outside. Apparently, they were shooting scenes right outside our room. A bunch of arabic actors, for a kuwaity t.v. series at Dar ill Shifa Hospital in Hawally. Being the hooligan that I am, I had to tone it down.
Dad got an SLK for my younger bro (God knows he's earned it with his 4.00 GPA and straight A's at AUK along with being the perfect son, mashalla) so my younger bro returned my gray/silver/whothefuckcares pathfinder back to me. Driving to college was fun while it lasted. I kept my clothes in the back (yellow-green flip-flops, black ankle boots, pink scarf, black mini-cardigan, and an extra black t-shirt) for emergencies like if my feet really really hurt from heels I could just switch to flip-flops, or if it rained I could change shirts, or if it got cold I could wear the cardigan, or if I wanted to dress up I could slip on the boots. Plus I now had a place to stash my bigass body butter (the round ones from the body shop) and the just as big body lotion that comes with a pump (also from the body shop) or my perfume (dude, the perfume tops are heavy). It was quite convenient 'till I got into an accident and the car had to be sent to the bodyshop (different kind of body shop) for repairs. I messed up both front tires, and one of the rims got really messed up. Also something called sha9y (I wanna say Chaucer) and sifayif (almost like saying shifayif) got messed up. I'd "accidentally" sped just before the roundabout instead of slowing down, dashayt ill duwar. No one got hurt, 7imdilla. So my car got taken away for a month. It's back now. Lesson learned.
I lost two mobile phones in one week. The first, I forgot at our table in McDonalds' the one at the Mishref Fair Grounds. The second one (I kept this as backup in case something happened to the first), I forgot at the beach. My younger bro lent me his old samsung till dad bought me an N-70 (this past Saturday) even though I had my heart set on this cuz it's pretty. All I've heard so far is bad things about the N-70 so far.
Also we've sold our chalet in Dubaia (or are currently in the process of selling), and we've bought a new one at Khiran. Everyone has to go every thursday and friday which I find horrible. I no longer have the weekends to myself. Because of the construction going on at our new chalet, there were nails lying around everywhere, and because I'm too impatient to walk around them, I tiptoed through the nails and stuff, and because I'm a klutz I stubbed my toe on a nail. You all know what that means! Tetanus shot! Fun! Guess where I had to get it? On my ass! More fun! Guess who administered the shot? A male nurse this time! Yay! Seriously though, I really don't want them to sell our old chalet in Dubaia. I grew up there. It has so many good memories. *sigh*
Finally, last week a fellow student got into a car accident. A guy from the opposite lane somehow managed to flip his car onto hers. He died instantly (allah yir7ama). She on the otherhand, broke both legs, a rib, got a long deep gash on her back, and and intracerebral hemorrhage (I think that's what it's called when someone's brain is bleeding). That's not to mentioning her face which'll prolly need lots of surgery. She's currently in a coma at the Amiri Hospital. The girl wasn't carrying any form of I.D. so the cops and the ambulence couldn't call her parents. I was at college when a kid (the same guy who called me and told me Abdulaziz had passed away, talk about jinx) called us and told us that Marwa had passed away. He gave us the location and we hotfooted it to our cars only to get a call moments later by someone else telling us that all the roads were blocked, Marwa is at the hospital and she's alive, but we needed to get her parents' digits. We tried to get the student administrations guy to give us her parent's numbers but he thought we were just fooling around, but relented after he found out we were serious.
Hours later, a bunch of us were at the hospital and MY GOD it was awful. At first the doctors wouldn't tell the mother what was really wrong with her daughter. Then one guy had the bright idea of telling the mother that her daughter might lose her eyesight, thinking he'd "ease" the mother into it. Little by little, they broke the rest of the news to her. It was heartwrenching... All the chicks were crying ('cept for me but I'm incapable of crying in front of people, apparently I'm a freak of nature so...). Then the family relatives showed up. I thought we should give them some privacy but none of the girls were having any of that. They wanted to "console" the mother. Then all of a sudden the mother starts wailing that her daughter will never graduate (graduation is in 3 weeks) and that she'll never get married. God, it was awful... Thankfully, the bleeding (nazeef mo'7) has stopped now, but sadly she's still in a coma. Pray for her people.
The guy was speeding on the freakin opposite lane and yet he still managed to ruin someone else's life as well as ending his. Please think of others as well yourselves. Please, please drive safely.
... and that ladies and gentlemen is what I have been doing for the past few months. Anyone wanna recommend a pyschologist I can dump all this on?
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