Tuesday, January 31, 2006

It just wont quiet down in my head...

Given that "alone" is a state of being; be it a solitary one--circumstance mediated or voluntary-- or one facilitated by the dearth of like-minded company.


and given that "lonely" is a state of mind; a constant nostalgia to something "as it was", a capricious depression pit of no return.


Can one be rational enough to make the practical distinction?

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- On a different note... things might be changing for me.. drastically.
I don't want to get ahead of myself.. or.. circumstances.. fate.. whatever you may call it.

I'd hate to be disappointed..

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Thursday, January 26, 2006

When House Appliances Go Bad..

Change of gear..
This Iraqi man & his 3ood shall be my undoing

Blogging from a study break... I'm sick of school.
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My pride has been dealt the ultimate blow..

I woke up to find that I have exhausted every clean article of clothing that I own. I had even migrated to the second stage; wearing old pieces that are clearly out of fashion whilst avoiding human contact (the virtues of a break..) and exhausted those too.
Thank goodness I still had an hour before I had to leave; I quickly dumped my hamper out and proceeded to separate my laundry into piles.

Now my system is quite effective, I would recommend it to everyone. None of that whites pile, colored pile, and jeans mumbo-jumbo.

I implement the Two Pile System of Governance: (Avert your eyes mother.. this'll hurt)

-Things I like -- referred to lovingly as TIK.
-Things I don't care about (or they're sturdy enough to resist temptations of defilement by other evil leaky pieces.)

The pile of TIK and I operate on good faith.. I like them-- slip them some extra fabric softener when the other piles aren't looking-- and in return they promise to be good to one another.

So I shoved TIK--which is now huge thanks to two weeks of neglect-- into the washer, crossed my fingers for good measure (essential step in the system), turned the sucker on, and parked myself at the computer for the wait.

Half an hour later the washer suddenly started rocking and racketing like there was no tomorrow. In a panic I put it off... after staring at it for 5 minutes I realized I couldn't exactly go out in my birthday suit (yes, tempting.. but impractical). So I turned it on again after a good kick, because that's what we do in this scientific day and age when things go awry-- kick them.

It now rocked and practically hopped off the floor...

So what was I to do but... jump on it.

It actually worked for a while there. It just kind of hummed.. and I figured I could just perch on there until it was done. Then out of no where that son of a bitch heaves, sputters, and throoows me off crashing me onto the wall across the narrow hall.

and there you have it..

I got beat up by a washer... and I think it might've copped a feel too.

Top that.


P.S-- to you perverts wondering what I'm wearing now... you're gonna have to buy me dinner first.

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Saturday, January 21, 2006

Hiatus!

That's how I feel lately.. heh. Notice the dead end.

New semester's starting, my MCAT is drawing near. So I'll need some time to get used to the new hustle.

Wish me luck.

Or a miracle...

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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Random mudane bits..

Last Jack Johnson for a while I promise.
I dare you not to fall in love with the brief guitar solo.

~*~ An interesting piece on Saudi Arabia, Lesbianism and Other Coping Mechan-'isms'


~*~ Saudi Girl was a heteronym. It was the first blog I ever came across. If at all possible.. I now think she/he is even more brilliant than ever. Hands down, best blog ever.

~*~ What do you think of this idea of modernizing Islam!?

An Excerpt: "There are five pillars of Islam and six pillars of faith that cannot be modified. That's all. The rest can be negotiated and must be modernized. Islam is doomed and the fate of the Church of England awaits it. But Anglicans didn’t leave Christianity; they just brought it up-to-date"
oh and: "Shari’a is outdated and as a matter of fact I am sure Allah understands it. Nobody is now burning witches in Great Britain but nobody said Jesus Christ doesn’t exist or anything. Islam has to be on the background and the secular laws have to be on the foreground."

Don't be shy, lets hear it..

~*~ I simply cannot pick up a book and study. I'm honestly terrified I'll fail..

~*~ There's this multicultural fashion show in my town, and they've asked me to strut my Abaya down the walk.
I should consider it.. right?



~*~ My family back in Saudi just came back from a brief vacation.

My sister really wanted to go see a live rock band, so my grandmother took her.
My mother decided that she would not go skiing because she's tired.. on the first day.
A *certain* family member ended up dancing on a table.
My uncle who couldn't wait for them to leave missed them so much that he brought a cake that said "DAMNIT ya'll are back" when they came home.

How can I not miss those crazy fools?

It's my uncle's Milka this Friday... I wish I could be there.

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Saturday, January 14, 2006

Delusions of Belonging..

The chorus is not great.

On a chilly February night, the ballroom quickly filled with loungers and socializers. Some prudent soul had the foresight to slide the balcony doors open allowing in some cool air. The event managed to attract many faces; the eccentric, the austere, the fashionable, the average-Joe, the brilliant, and the ethnic.

As I broke off, floated to a nearby stool, and settled comfortably, I saw her hesitate at the door. I suppose if I were to describe her from where I was sitting, I'd say she's intriguing; everything about her screamed precision. Her attire was impeccable and simple. Her mannerism was deliberately aloof, contrasted with a slight tilt of her chin implying interest.

I sipped my drink and knew I was in for quite a show as I watched her mental wheels churn, she finally decided to enter rather than wisely flee. Her most amusing act must be the brilliant contortion of countenances... almost instantly from polite interest to amusement, from happiness to sympathy, or from stiff formality to the occasional flirtatiousness. She made her way through the different crowds diligently... almost relentlessly. I hear her discuss football with the meat-head, research with the professor, the +/- grading with the dean, or the latest prada line with the aspiring fashionista. When all common grounds were exhausted.. she moved to subtle flattery before a transition to the next challenge.

Eventually her laugh became a tad forced, and the flow of conversation tripped. One could almost see the exhaustion creeping at her. I nearly felt the need to go steady her. Prudently, she seamlessly stepped away from a rather fascinating conversation about the latest in stem cell research, and made her way towards the balcony and out into the chilly night. Her fatigue was now apparent as she lit a cigarette and slouched over the frosty rail. A couple of guys followed her out casually, yet she made no attempt to be charming nor engaging.. apparently, this was the designated break time. A few minutes later, she turned around leaning back against the rail to face the ruckus, she took a final drag off of mentholed nicotine..

I wondered how she could stand to do it. Surely it wasn't this hard for everyone. Should it be this hard?

She looked my way with a sheepish smile and a shrug; as if to say: hey.. we tried..

I stepped down from my high and detached stool, floated back.. and we headed out towards the unusually dark night ..aimlessly.

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Monday, January 09, 2006

How funny would arabs beer bonging be?-- Drinking Stereotypes

My New obsession, he's just amazing

The Charming Lads--as they like to call themselves--and I decided to drive to a nice lounge and enjoy a few hubblies and good conversation before classes start and work overwhelms us. It so happens that we stumbled upon a planned event which drew a huge eclectic middle eastern crowd-- My favorite.

Believe it or not, as much as I babble on here, I'm actually very quiet in real life. Observing is my hobby. People are the most fascinating subjects.

We were seated between the most amusing bunch-- a group of 3 Saudi guys/men with slicked back hair, pungent afflicting aroma, and shiny shoes on one side and a group of what my friend has assured me is a mix of 4 Saudi/Kuwaiti gals on the other.

To recount the whole evening would take too long of a post. What interested me is their choice of drinks. The guys next to me asked for beers all around. Not unexpected, it's not exactly news that our good boys indulge in alcohol while abroad. After a few minutes my friend, amused, nodded towards them. I hear them ask for a round of Tequila shots.
I get up to visit the lady's room, and as I'm powdering my nose (not really.. I was speaking on the phone) the girls enter with a rush of excitement. Out of the corner of my eye I see a golden flask making it's way around after each takes a few swigs.

Later on, with my head swimming from all the smoke, we get up to leave and the girls do the same. They're steady and seem to have had fun, while the guys are getting belligerent and are stumbling about the place.

So--
Why the double standards?

Why must the girls drink stealthily in the bathroom out of a flask like it's the prohibition while the men are out flaunting their indiscretions? Both genders are equally in the Haram .. no?
Why is it "6aish shabab" when the guys drink and "wa7da say3a o khalas abad moo naf3a" when the girl does?

Hell while I'm at it, what is the scale? is drinking alcohol more haram than .. say.. speaking ill of others?

Someone should've taught the boys from the homeland the old limerick: "Drink liquor before beer, and have no fear.. drink beer before liquor, and you're gonna get sicker."

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Wednesday, January 04, 2006

I see dead people..

~*~ After 3 weeks of blissful and well-earned sloth, I'm back to class.
And a splendid one at that.. we stand, tired and shaking, for 7 hours with a scapula (a sharp blade) trying to peel off thin sheets of skin, and we're nauseous for a good 7 hours afterwards. The diet of death.

Speak of the devil (heh..), we walk into a class lined with six upper extremity cadavers-- in English: half corpses-- with varying shades of pallor.. amusing if I wasn't sporting my own unflattering shade of yellow. After an introduction to the art of respecting the dead (we're slashing you apart blindly.. but don't worry Elmer, we wont desecrate your memory by playing music) we cursed ourselves for eating breakfast.

I called my guy Elmer.. that was at 10, by 2 I was cutting off mammillary glands (uhhmm.. "boobs"-- as one eloquently stated.. "Hey Doc, should I chuck them boobs off?") and figured it was a she.. so she was Elmira. (why that name?.. so we can call it Elmy when we're feeling the love).

No one wanted to touch poor Elmira in the beginning (Elmer, then.. you follow?), so petite me had to carry her.. what can I say-- we had a connection. She has forgiven me for the impromptu mastectomy (removal of said "boobs") because I found a tumor the size of a pineapple (yes food analogies permeated the day) under her armpit.

By the end of the day, we (ok, mostly me) were cracking corny dead jokes left and right.. you know: Hey Elmy! I'll see ya tomorrow.. sit tight!

Of course, I hummed "The Adam's family" theme throughout the day.

Three showers later, I still smell like death.. hah.

Conclusion: We Med students.. are weird... maybe just me..

Gives a whole new meaning to
"body bag" ay?

On a serious note: Would you donate your body to science? How about organ donation?

~*~ Dad's all worried, raiding the kitchen cabinets for vitamin C and the fridge for fresh Juice.. ranting and raving about his coworker who might or might not have had a cold and passed it on to him..

Dad-- "I AM GETTING SICK.."
*Looking at me for sympathy*

Me-- "It's a cold.. not the plague."

I really should learn to hold my tounge.. but what fun would that be? and of course the sarcasm is lost on him-- to my added amusement.

~*~ Drama moment over.. if we can all pretend it never happened I'd appreciate it!

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Monday, January 02, 2006

Bringing in the New Year with style...!

I was Princess for the night :D >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>يا زين العرب

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It must be about 4 am on the brink of this New Year.

My hair has finally given up the valiant fight it fought all night, and is hanging limp and stringy with the stench of the smoky night.. My feet have laid down the law; no more moving. My eyes are starting to make up images.. they're all hazy.

What's my point?..

With this New Year, I have no resolutions.. I have hopes:

May it bring me peace of mind, and tranquility of heart.
May it give me faith to believe, and the strength to achieve.


May we grow older, wiser with our loved ones.. and remain young and free at heart.



Cheers.

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