Year Of Losses

Who's gonna tell you when,
It's too late,
Who's gonna tell you things,
Aren't so great.

You cant go on, thinkin',
Nothings' wrong, but bye,
Who's gonna drive you home,
tonight.?

Who's gonna pick you up,
When You fall?
Who's gonna hang it up,
When you call?

Who's gonna pay attention,
To your dreams?
And who's gonna plug their ears,
When you scream?

You can't go on, thinkin'
Nothings wrong, but bye,
(who's gonna drive you)
(who's gonna drive you)
Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?
(who's gonna drive you home)

(bye baby)
(bye baby)
(bye baby)
(bye baby)

Who's gonna hold you down,
When you shake?
Who's gonna come around,
When you break?

You can't go on, thinkin',
Nothin's wrong, but bye,
(Who's gonna drive you)
(who's gonna drive you)
Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?
(who's gonna drive you home)

Oh, you know you can't go on, thinkin',
Nothin's wrong,
(Who's gonna drive you)
(Who's gonna drive you home)
Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?

(bye baby)
(bye baby)
(bye baby)

The Cars- Drive

This year has been nothing short of catastrophic, mostly on the social front. Let's recap on the misfortunes that shook me the most shall we (remember, I KNOW these are all my fault...). In chronological order, as far as I can remember :

- Loss of a best friend.
- Loss of a romantic relationship.
- The beginning of a severe experimentation phase (the lowest low I ever reached- morally and ethically), of which I am deeply embarrassed and ashamed.
- All but ruin my academic life. The most flunks in the shortest period. Almost, almost got myself kicked out of school.
- Damage my relationship with my mother beyond repair, due to the aforementioned point.
- Damage my relationship with other family members, all having separate, varying reasons...
- The health-related misfortune that has befallen my grandmother.
- Loss of a few good friends, also for separate, varying reasons.
- Most recently, loss of a serious romantic relationship. Ironically, it was the most short-lived, albeit how serious it was (a month, give or take).
- Car accidents on an almost monthly basis, some of which were major. Major enough for my insurance company to "disown" me and ask me to find someone else to insure me. Needless to say, it wasn't easy to find someone who was willing to take me on. (Anyone remember the tears and hot fatayer story?)

This may not seem too grave, but each one of these points has damaged me and shattered my morale in its own way. One blow after another, you can't help but wonder how much more it will take 'til you break down and are beyond repair or consolation. I think I might be very close to that breaking point. None of the aforementioned was any less harsh or devastating than the other on me.

Burnt Toast

I read this a few days ago, and I'm all psyched up about it! Anyone coming with me? It'll be a blast, ehehehehehhe!! Hells Kitchen, the Kuwaiti version ROFL. I know I need this class, since I can't hold a spatula, and use it properly, if my life depended on it. Who's with me? :P

And that isn't a diaper full of doodie, 3la golat ba3'9 ilnaas :P It's my idea of microwave popcorn. Just so you have an idea of how bad I am LOL :"> :P

For The Criticizer

I would've emailed you this, to save myself the humiliation of flaunting my ugly handwriting, and my non-existant drawing skills, but since you dont have your email on your profile, I doodled this "map" during class for you :p The "dotted lines" represent roads, mkay :P

Hope it's of some use.... Oh and by the way, they have a 20% sale going, according to mom. Now's the time to shop :p

Revamp

Today was extremely eventful and joyful for moi. My tiles were finally set this evening, and mom took me bedroom-shopping. First we went to The Castle, but I didn't find anything I liked. We didn't go to Midas coz basically I think they're crap. So off we went to Landmark or Center Point or whatever it's called (can't ever get it right) and I liked these:



I settled for something close. I'll show it off once it gets here. Oh and by the way The Criticizer, mom said she's been to Armani, near Hassan Abul in Shwaikh, and saw a gorgeous low, black lacquer bed. Go check it out, maybe it's what you're looking for.

On our way out of Shuwaikh, we saw this pet shop, and I remembered how Jacqui's been wanting a cat since like, forever. We stopped to take a look. It seems like a pretty clean and decent shop. The cages were clean too and the place didn't reek, and there was plenty of space in the cages for the cats to move about.






My new bedroom's supposed to arrive on Sunday, so since you guys know, or sort of have an idea of what style I've gone for, and I still haven't painted the walls, what colors do you recommend? And where should I put the bed? I was thinking of putting the bed underneath my window, and going for a pastel purple wall... hmmm dunno. Any ideas and suggestions on what to do with my room will be greatly appreciated!

Casino Royale Screams "HOTTTTT"!!

Saw Casino Royale last night. Must admit, this is probably my favorite Bond movie yet. Non stop action and thrills from start to end.

Maybe it's the rugged, untamed, subtle feel of the charismatic and raw Mr. Craig. Maybe it's the fact that this Bond movie didn't give me a headache with all the customary twists and unpredictable turns that are synonymous with Bond movies. Maybe it's just seeing all that hunk and tan in a speedo LOL! All in all, it was extremely entertaining, and Craig was a pleasure to watch.

Go out and see it people, and don't forget to say rawwwwwr :P

Katrina Strikes Again

Seems like it was only yesterday that I'd finally gotten round to cleaning up the dump that is my room. Now look at THIS mess :( I have to sleep in this shit-hole of a living room while they finish setting the tiles in my bedroom :(


That's a sign my dad wrote for us pesky kids. "Close the door". Hahahahha!







Yes people, it's a washing machine!

My moms walk-in closet's turned into a temporary storage area

A Matter Of Trust?

So what exactly is a relationship, and what does it entail? Yes, yes, a certain amount of "trust" is essential, but how much trust is too much? When does all that trust turn into naive gullibility? It's all fine and dandy to say "baby, I love you, and I trust you with my life". But would you really trust someone that much?

I do believe a degree of leniency when it comes to holding on to your personal beliefs and opinions is vital, so that a relationship might survive. Give a little to get a little. You can't always have it your own way when you're in a relationship. Remember, there's at least 2 different sides, and you have to be willing to see things from the other persons perspective. Dont always be yanking the rope your way. Lose once every now and then. Make sacrifices. Isn't that what relationships are about? Giving a little of yourself for the people you care for?

When does your giving end up in losing your sense of self, your individuality?

Stop seeing the world through rose-colored glasses for a second, stop being all mushy lovey dovey and answer me this:

Ladies: if you got married, would you want to be a co-signer with your husband, so that your house legally belongs to you, just as much as it belongs to him?

Gents: would you think of it as a trust issue if your wife asked you to do something like that?

Special someone: Odd how you say you're a man of your word. That your word is your bond. That your word is as good as any written legal statement.
Your word to me was that you'd do anything for me. You'd give me the world. Seems as though someone's broken their word already haven't they?


Remember: If we all knew how things would end in our relationships, we probably wouldn't have started them.

Key word here is compromise. Compromise, compromise, compromise!

Extreme Overhaul

The other day, my mom and I went around bathroom-fixtures shopping. Anyone who's looked in the local papers recently would've seen that all those sanitary hardware shops have a sale promotion going on. We ended up buying new tiles for the bedrooms too. So, before I end up with a brand spanking new bedroom, I thought I'd show you how my room looks like, post-Katrina clean-up :P (Kila mnik ya Marzouq now the name is stuck LOL).

Without further ado, I present to you :







Excuse how tasteless everything is. Yeah I know the furniture and all that is ugly, but my room's looked like that since the house was built in 1990 :P So now we've finally gotten round to redecorating the bedrooms.

After almost 5 hours worth of mind-numbing staring at the same old ugly tiles, mom took me on a date to Lorenzo. Yum yum yum! Here's a picture of my chocolate fondant.

The Last Good-Bye

Disclaimer: This post was written by a friend of mine, not me. We want to see how well it does.

The gunfire fades in the background. The crackling of the burning tires around him fades as his eye lids are slowly betraying him. All he can make out now is the flickering of that same fire. As he lays there, in that ditch, clutching his rifle to his chest. He's surrounded by the cold desert, his thoughts lead him into the dark.

His eyes close, just for that second, he imagines her voice waking him up in the middle of the night. He remembers it clearly, the digital clock beaming its green light to his face. 4:15am, January 23rd 2003. It was a beautiful night in the suburbs of Albany, NY. The early morning drizzle tapping against the window of the bedroom. She kisses his forehead and pulls his hand and leads him to the shower. She closes the door as he turns on the water. The warm stream emits steam into the Pine Fresh smelling bathroom. He runs his hand across his new hair cut. Well, whatever is left of the hair he once had.

He put his uniform on, then picked his duffle bag from the corner. As he steps out of the room, he sees her in the doorway down the hall. He walks over and holds her tightly around her waist as they look down onto their beautiful blonde 3 year old daughter. She's hugging Mr. Tinkleberry with just the cutest smile drawn across her face. "She must be dreaming of the pink unicorn again," he thinks to himself.

She kisses him on the porch as that dark green bus pulls up just ahead of their driveway. She puts her hand to his cheek, he kisses it lightly. She tries to mutter a word, he shushes her and smiles. "Save it for when I'm back." She holds back her tear.

He's shaken abruptly at the sound of a deafening explosion. His eyes are wide open by the time the dirt flies to his face. His body slumps over, he starts to feel cold. His eyes are shut again. The image of her slowly fades away in his mind. He's going away for good.

A Heartfelt Sorry

I sincerely apologize for my unexplained absence, and for not replying to the comments left by you guys. I missed you though. And that's why I'm back. As you can see, there's been a slight change in my URL, due to the fact that when I deleted my old URL, it was taken over by apparent spammers.

I just want to clarify something here. I'm a bit disappointed that some of you thought that I stopped blogging because of this. You should know by now that I'm not the kind of person who lets trivial things get to me. My absence was in no way related to what some retard bloggers might think of me. I thought you'd know me better than that by now. Shame on you. Tsk.

Anyway, I forgive you, and I hope you can forgive me for what I did. I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm back for good now though, and that's what counts, right? :P

Just so you know, I discovered something important while I was away. I love blogging. I love you guys even more. I lurked about your blogs, and safat, and it took all I had to stop myself from commenting on your posts. I've found out that I couldn't leave you, or quit blogging completely even if I wanted to. No matter how much trouble blogging might get me into hehhehehe. Let's just say.... you guys have a way with me :P

So ilzibda is that I'm here, I'm back, and I guess I'll see you around later, yeah? Umwah :*


To the person concerned with the picture above : you mean the world to me. I love you.