Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Quiz results, a hair cut, and a manly man!

~*~ First off, I have your QUIZ Results:
A Mr. Shroom has scored a 100, which is very scary because he says he was "lucky with a guess."

Silent stalker, Meesh, Noor, and Bissa have scored 90s. Although some did complain and make excuses.. sheesh.. overachievers!

n.a., nonnah, and raf* managed 80s.. I'm proud of you guys!

adaydreamer, Fo0f, Saudi Eve, ubergirl87, Sedna scrimped up some 70s.. you guys can do better!

The rest: extinct-dodo, Dotsson, basma, Bassem, don veto
Have FAILED! looool.. Shame on you guys! Summer school! ... I'm kidding.. nice try!



~*~ I cut my hair!



~*~ The day after Christmas shops have sales, personally I'd rather pay extra to avoid the madness...
My friend Moe really wanted to buy some things from AX and his car was busted so I agreed to pick him up. He turned up the radio and started singing and dancing like an idiot.. as I laughed at his antics I didn't notice the cop car with it's radar pointed at me.. sure enough I got pulled over for driving 10 miles over the limit. The officer takes my license and goes back to his car, Moe glances over and gives me his usual evil smile..

-- "L. don't be a fool!.. you can get out of this!.. just show him some skin"

First of all, it's about 30 degrees outside.. second of all, you guys remember what happened the Last Time I took his twisted advice..

-"some SKIN?!? you must be out of your fukin mind.. I'm not showing that ogre anything!"

--"You need to be street smart! ... FINE! I'll take care of this.. this is why women shouldn't drive! watch how the men do it.. it's a talent"

Of all the conceited chauvinistic remarks.. I knew he was trying to goad me, and I wasn't taking his bait.. lets see how the MEN do it..

The officer comes back with his handy dandy pad, and Moe flashes him a smile.. get this.. he affects the cheesiest English accent! It was all I could do not to laugh..

--"Good afternoon officer! fine day is it not? how was your Christmas! oh the holiday spirit surrounds us you must love it.. let me thank you in advance for the fine job you and your squad are doing to keep this town safe.. I commend you sir!.."

He goes on and on for another 5 minutes in what can only be described as the English version of a gruwy saudi buttering up an officer on Ta7lia sans all the "ya shaai5"s and "ya bu 7maid"s . I have never seen anything quite as entertaining..
After he wrapped up his tirade and shot me a smug look, I turned to the officer who wrote up the $75 ticket, tore it out and handed it to me with a sarcastic "Merry Christmas!".
I started my car and resisted the urge to smile as Moe settled back and deflated..

but couldn't resist gloating..
--"So you've made a fool of yourself and we still got the ticket? You're right ... it is a talent man.."

I handed him the ticket.. after all, the man should pay it.

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Saturday, December 24, 2005

How well do you know me?

So I have a little pop quiz for you guys.

What you thought this blog was for your enjoyment?

It wont take you long.. 10 random questions about me. It asks for your e-mail, but you can just make something up.. for your name just use whatever your name is around here..

No cheating! Be honest! Take it once! Don't look at my profile while taking it or search my blog.. it wont help you anyway heh..

Show your competitive spirit! Lets see who wins this one ay?

Ready.. set.. GO!

Take the Quiz.

RESULTS will be Anounced in a couple of days ..
Oh.. and make your own.. this could be fun!

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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Confusion..

This world has suddenly become my strikingly white canvas.. tempting me to tarnish it with an unsteady hand..

A shame that I have the artistic sense of a bland and rather prudish wall..


My father came home tonight in a rather jolly mood, another surprise is that it happened to coincide with a semi-jolly one of my own.. creating what could be termed a "pleasant" atmosphere if one may be so bold as to peg. He invited me out to dinner, and having little else to do with my time after deciding to spend Christmas here, I agreed.

As we sat down to good food and great drinks, conversation flowed.. a great feat in our case. Perhaps I can never discuss feelings, nor any other form of human emotion for that matter, with him.. but I realize now I can always rely on him for sound advice on the career aspects of my life. He asks the right questions.. when my mind has blocked upcoming hurdles in my path, he manages to remind me what's in the horizon so I wont trip.. and my vanity and pride have finally eased up enough for me to listen.

One aspect, of many, that we can't agree on is family. The concept eludes him, as has been evident throughout the years. He wants me to attend medical school and work here all my life, just the thought brings tears to my eyes.. this place is empty to me, it makes me feel hollow.. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life here.

Yet he asks, "Where will you go??"

Where will I go?

Back home, my place in the family portrait is empty. Yet with every passing year, it starts to dwindle.. only to close in eventually.

I wonder if it's worth it.

As our impromptu evening came to an end, much as it started, pleasantly.. I felt a sudden level of gratitude for this man. His help may not have been prototypic.. but it was there, and like mother often says .. thank God for the little things.

I wondered if the years of scuffles weren't the result of our differences.. but rather our similarities. His ultra-conservative and borderline extreme personality clashed with my spur-of-the-moment and borderline irrational one. Yet in our single-mindedness to achieve perfection, we are one and the same.

We sat there this evening, at the closest we'll ever be to a middle ground.. and I wondered if I should finally let go of the grudges.. let bygones be bygones.. and let the water flow under the bridge..

If only the river's still waters didn't run so deep, that they threatened to flood the already teetering bridge.

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Desktop Tag

Tagged by Sedna.

My desktop is as sterile as I am.. 4 icons are all I need.

This picture ... well it speaks for itself.

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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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Thursday, December 15, 2005

Random Tidbits

~*~ In loving memory of Meesh.
yes I'm hob-coverless
~*~ I can't remember what book I read where someone had asked a Saudi woman how she felt about women in her country being unable to drive, and she said "We don't want to drive.. in Saudi, every woman is treated like a princess and has a driver." How's that for positive thinking ..

Well as I shoveled snow off of and around my damn car at a cold 8 am, I thought GODMANIT I don't waaant to drive.. I want my driver and I want to be treated like a faint-of-heart-useless-can't-possibly-be-trusted-to-take-on-a-wheel princess... Then I slipped and fell and that sealed the deal. I wonder where maktab al isti8dam is around here..


~*~ As students flocked to the library the weekend before finals, they were greated by a scrawny guy promoting Jesus, and then a group of masseuses ready to massage their stress away courtesy of our ever caring university.
After a wonderful massage from a nice and not too bad on the eye fellow and all that dala3 I figured I might as well study afterall heh..


~*~ 2 hours into my cram shift, this girl just raaandomly plopped down in front of me. I smiled and chucked it to pre-final oddity... next thing I know she passes out on her book and I'm beyond amused.

Odd thing is the next day she sat with me again despite the abundance of empty tables.. when did this grow into a relationship is what I want to know.. can a girl get a dinner and a movie at least!


~*~ Then there's the fashion sense.. forget that it's below freezing, girls will risk hypothermia to sport the latest in boot and miniskirt ware.. that my friends is bravey and sacrifice for a decent cause.. here here!


~*~ Happy hour is all the rage during these times .. as I'm stressing over 100 pages of notes, an acquaintance yells "HEYYYY LETS GOOOO HAPPPPYYY HOUR!". Mind you it must have been about 5 in the afternoon. They don't call it "happy" for nothing..

~*~ Lunch hour rolls around, and I decided to take the back stairs to get some blood flowing, as I head to grab a nutritious purchase from the vending machine. Halfway down, my poor virginal ears were accosted by unholy sounds, I leaned over the bannister and sure enough.. two blondies were going at it full throttle. Upon closer inspection (damn curiosity) I found it was non other than the Jesus boy previously encountered. Now, is that what Jesus would've done?

~*~ Finally after over 12 hours of studying at the library, I'm dragging my scorched brain towards the parking lot when a Mercedes screeches in front of me with abominable music blaring and boys yelling my name.. Confused, I squint and find the boys from the homeland.. "AHLAAAAAAIN!! WAIN IL NAAAAS".

Malat..

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Monday, December 12, 2005

Procrastinating: .. Remember the age of innocence?

Neither do I..

First day of high school in Saudi, I walked in nervously and took the first seat in sight. As I cursed my fortune and blared my disc-man to drown everyone out, he tapped me on the shoulder and smugly asked if I was listening to 'N Sync, I looked at him with disgust and told him to scram.. he obnoxiously grabbed my disc-man, popped it open, and saw my Metallica CD ... we were friends ever since.

Throughout the years our friendship was implicit; never in need of a fancy declaration. It was unconditional, undoubted ... childishly simple yet intensely loyal. He never made any promises for his actions spoke louder.. an imposing subtle figure, always there with his infectious spirit and admirable sense of righteousness. No one will ever measure up.

One year he forgot my birthday, so he grabbed a gray shirt from his closet on his way out and spray painted it with "Happy Birthday" and "M. is my HERO". It reeked and is the most hideous thing I've ever seen.. I still wear it, I couldn't love it more.

As fate would have it, we graduated and ended up on opposite ends of the earth. I saw him 2 years later, and he was a different person. All he spoke of was girls, his job as a bartender, and his constant partying...

I missed the old M., the one that would call at 2am, wake my whole household up, to ask if we had Literature homework. The M. that blocked a friend's father hand when he tried to slap her. The one that would take over the dance floor with his old school breakdancing and befriend anyone and everyone at every party we went to. The M. that I caught in the school's nurse's room examining a pair of tweezers and contemplating removing his uni-brow. The one that laughed so hard he would snort uncontrollably.

As we sat in my yard last summer, he lit up a cigarette without asking..

-- "what happened to us L."
- "you changed ..."
--"what about you? what happened to the crazy girl I knew"
-"Life happened.. I had to grow up. What happened to the nice guy I knew?"
--"Nice never got me anywhere.. guess we both grew up"

He flicked his cigarette over on my mother's treasured flower bed, and as I watched one of her beloved lilies start to burn, he walked over .. and stomped it out.

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Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Hiatus!

Due to a severe lack of creativity abundantly displayed in my last few posts, and the burden of FINALS next Monday, my blog and I will be taking a short hiatus.

Pray for me you guys.. I'm so stressed over finals.

Meanwhile leave me some suggestions for topics to blog about when I come back, entertain yourselves with my archives.. lick your elbows.. whatever honks your horn.

Love all of you.. my little blog reading babies :D

uh.. obviously the stress is getting to my head.

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