Desperately Hawt

I love you! There! I said it!

She’s soooo lesbian.

Good morning Sunshine.

7 more hours of struggle with my paper to go, and then I’m off towards the sunshine… Kind of feels like a dream, and I hope BA doesn’t fail me again. Please volcanos, if you must, then try to erupt a bit later this year, please!! I’ve had enough disappointments recently.

I will sleep in your arms tomorrow… (enshallah)

I’m bored

On a friday night, none the less.

There is a good reason for that, in the last week alone there have been three robberies in my neighborhood, and I am not about to go out at night alone today.

So, I’m bored.

Chat me up, someone, please!!!

Tim Burton @ MoMA

Whoever got to go – I HATE YOU!

I wanted to go to it and I booked to NYC but then the lovely volcano in Iceland canceled my flight.

Oh well. 😦

Tim Burton = I love.

Anyway, my ex got me a nice Burton tee. So I’m partially happy.

Balqees

What is a blog, then?

I have always had a blog… And usually it’s anonymous, like this right here. I don’t want people to know my first name and I would not like them to recognize me in the street. I am not interested in reading (or keeping up with) other blogs except for a precious few which I visit every few weeks or months depending on how much life I have going on.

So why do I keep a blog?

Easy. Because I am a narcissist who thinks people SHOULD hear (or read) what I have to say. I have ideas, yes, but mainly I have opinions. If you don’t know the difference between the two then you have alot of philosophical reading to do.. Or, of course, you can read my amazing blog and wait for amazing philosophical terms to come up and for me to put them in easy breezy cover girl format for you… You know, the format that suits our easy-digest oriented culture.

Do I think you’re stupid?
Yes, most likely. I probably believe my brain is bigger than your too. And I am probably not that smart anyway, but you’re less smart than I am, so I get to judge you and preech you and sit you in a small chair in the corner and point at you so that everyone else in the room will laugh. Right before you kiss my forehead in gratitute for making you grow up in super extra fast pace.

Have I made people cry?
Yes, I have… And I want to make more people cry. I think the best job for me would be a teacher… I’d make children cry anytime of the day. It gives me great pleasure proving people wrong,,, And usually they end up crying afterwards (in presentations).

I try to be nice.. I always try to be nice because I lack the confidence to  be a total bitch as I am in this blog. Which leads us to the question of why I blog? I blog because I can be a bitch if I am anonymous. I can totally let go of the limitations of being polite.

So… What is a blog?
A blog is the tool I use to fuck people in the ass. Something like a strap on. So bend over, bitches.

Time and Space

Have you ever thought of the spaces you’ve inhabited?

The time you spent there must be accounted for in some way or form… Even if your stay and activity in a place is just a flow that is or will be continuos by some other entity. Whether it be a spider on the wall creating cobwebs in corners, or another human… But if a space is kept empty of all flows of movement and inhabiters for a while, does that spaces become static, while time is still moving?

If spaces were static, then where is the home I grew up in?

Spaces are not static in the end, since we can shape and manipulate and create them. If that’s the case then how does the movement of time and space differ?

Maybe because time does not to be touched and manipulated as far as we know to be moving.

Then again, if we cannot see or understand the true form of time. How do we know it exists? How can we see and feel it the same way we see space and experience it?

More importantly is the question: If time stopped would we feel it? Would we only perceive the true form of time’s movement when we no longer sense it?

Things I love in the cold weather

Yummy coffee in the early morning

Hot chocolate in the afternoon

A long hot shower

A good shawarma

A warm blanket + a good DVD

Sweating in the gym

Socks/panties warmed on the heater

A smoke

Her tucking me in bed on the phone

Crisp sunlight

Lesbo-kaboom

In Kuwait for the break. And I’m tired of blackberries and the small black (and sometimes beige) chanel bag.

And…

Married ladies? I keep getting hit on looks from women walking with their hubbies.. shissalfa??? I hear Arab men are lacking in length, but does that really mean you should go lesbian-kaboom?

Elyom I was walking with my ex in the effing-yous. Allah laaaa ewareekom el5az. Gabil la a7ish sha3ri a5er 7asha kan 3adi I walk where I want how I want, and kiss whoever I want in whichever parking lot I want.. Now, All I have to do is hold her hand and old ladies throw their eyes out.. Nothing like showing off my skinny ex. Old ladies would love to pop themselves on a hot girls tongue, don’t let their 3abaya fool you. Sex-deprived women always go lesbo-kaboom.

Enough about lesbian sex. This is not what this post is about. It’s about blackberries.. And chanel bags. I really liked that bag. Re7t selfridges, 5al9a. I had an impulse to buy it.. My friend said it’s an old lady’s bag, but I chi3mi her, shu6up, you don’t know Kuwaitis, tomorrow everyone will be carrying one.. And I was right.. Banat/Ladies elkuwait did not drop my word on the floor..

And…

I miss maintaining a proper intellectual conversation with someone. *sigh*

Boohoo

At first glance at the 7 KD per meedalya email, I thought it’s a rather cool thing to have.

At second glance… Well.. 3ashan le a7ad bag mefta7ik ydil elsayara bedoon ta3ab.

Yep.