Sunday, December 18, 2005

Random Tidbits 2

~*~ Exams are over.. wa 3adat Reema li 3adat'ha il gideema ..

~*~ At the forefront of D-list stars is non other than wacky Kathy Griffin. The topic of her latest lame jokes? .. Saudi Arabia. Look at that.. we've made it to Hollywood.
Her husband suggests that they visit Saudi Arabia, and Kathy refuses: "Not the land of the fucked up culture, veils, and all that shit!!".
Her husband warns: "Kathy you know if we're walking in Riyadh and you see a man hitting a woman you can't say anything because of the Religious police." She says "Well I guess I'm dying in Saudi prison because I'm gonna Kick his Ass!" she adds.. "Thank God we ended up vacationing in Afghanistan" **

We shared the spotlight with our neighbors..
According to Kathy "The entire country of Kuwait smells like a fart.. it's like.. who farted.. oh Kuwaaait did"

.. oh Kathy.
**Quotes are not exact.. simply what I jotted down while studying for finals.

~*~ Last day of exams, I was invited with the MSA (muslim student association) out to dinner, I politely declined knowing how they feel about my absence at their endless functions. Where did they go? .. Hooters.
And I'M the impious lax "sister"...

hypocrisy..

~*~ My coffee table developed a slight wobble. I toughened up, grabbed the tool box and decided to fix it. Why is it that we women always believe we can't tackle such tasks?.. by god we tackle mountains of chores, babies, and PMS.. and you men have us believing we can't find our way around a toolbox without breaking a nail. NAY I SAY!
That's right.. 45 minutes later that screw had nothing on me.
I flipped the table upright with a triumphant roar! All hail strong versatile powerful women!

The table was now both lopsided and wobbly. Obviously it was broken to begin with.. I threw it out.

~*~ WARNING: The following is utterly self-centered but hell .. I deserve my moments.
I went to visit my old job place at the University Administration building. It happens to include the office for international students. Last time I was there I was idling about chatting with the old secretary with my back to the door, when my ear picked up an arabic drawl .. sure enough I heard someone muttering "shoof wish7lailha thee il samra". The stars must have been smiling down at me that day as I turned to the leering shuffling homeboys, smiled lazily, and said "mashkoora.." ..

The look on their faces.. priceless... and yes I floated home on my inflated ego.

~*~ My friend is in a local band and has offered to let me play guitar on a song at one of his gigs.. supposedly it's an easy strum piece with simple chords. I haven't touched my guitar in over 2 years.. but I'm sure if I can learn it I'd rock it.

~*~ My friend, who was in the army, and I went to see Syriana ... very interesting how two people can see things so differently.

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