I find it funny that I lose so many people in my life, but gain a few new ones… sure its not the same amount of people, but it’s the quality. As I was growing up (yes, I still am) and while I shop with my mom, all I hear is “quality over quantity”, “be selective”. Then as I went to my mother and kept whining about how I lose so many people, she reminded me of what she constantly said about clothes and told me to use that throughout my relationships with people.
I not happy that some precious jewels have left my life, because I constantly think and reminisce those lovely times I had with EACH and every one of them, but I have to learn to let go. Hold their hands loosely and test them, will they grab my hand hard? Or will they let go? It’s a shame that most choose to let go. There are more than few variables, but what I’m talking about is what they expect from me. They want me to do it all, care, give, support… etc. if I’ve learned one thing so far in these 17 years is that I shouldn’t put effort in caring about people that won’t put some effort in our relationship as well.
Anyway, my point? Well, I miss the people that have left my life, but I’m still thankful that I have let some new doors open and welcomed newcomers, but I do look forward for everyone else leading their ways back into my heart!
I love everyone I’ve ever been friends with; I’ve ever met or even thought of randomly because you wouldn’t be in my life unless I cared for you and thought that there was a part of my heart or life you could fill…
Thank you, I’m very grateful.
&yes, I’m going all positive! A7san shay!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Back?
It’s been so long since I’ve written anything. The reason is that I have nothing to say. Kuwait is filled with weirdoes and creeps, but I missed it. I was in Lebanon for 10 days, never going there again in the summer! YEKH! Anyway, I got back and felt like I’ve been out of the country for a few months; I love it here despite the heat and the creeps.
Okay so back to the “creeps”… looks like there are more around here. Let me entertain you with a funny story that happened to me while I was in Lebanon…
It’s a tradition in my family that every time we go to Lebanon, we pass by this famous hotel there near our favorite shopping area, for a cup of coffee or in this case a VERY cold drink to recover from the heat outside! Anyway, so we walk in, my aunt, mother and myself, each as colorful as the rainbow. We choose a comfortable area in the lobby and order our drinks… I notice that the man sitting behind me is a Kuwaiti but my mother and aunt argues that he was a Lebanese (PROVED THEM WRONG!). So, my mother goes to the ladies room to freshen up when my aunt gets a message. My aunt is an old woman, in her late 60’s, so if her Bluetooth is on, she won’t know it, and it was. She’s also a very loud person that doesn’t care whos around her, so she’ll scream and won’t care who’s staring… (I love that about her).
This is how the conversation goes…
Khalty L: weeh gi6ee3a men dazli blo-toth! Igooly “Hiii”
Me: *laughs* Bluetooth? Shakhbary khalty! *realizes that it’s the man sitting behind me, that can only see the back of my head but can clearly see my aunt*
Khalty L: shinooo hathaaaa!! Mino hal qaleel iladab ili dazly blo-toth? Slaaima tsekkaaaaa!!! Weh gi6ee3a!
Me: khalty ashoof? *laughs quietly trying to act as if I didn’t know it was him* weeh khalty yemkin bel ghala6…
MY MOTHER COMES BACK UP AND I THANK GOD! I WRITE A MSG TO MY MOTHER TELLING HER ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AND SHE LAUGHS
My aunt starts telling my mom what happened screaming… me and her go to the ladies room to freshen up, so the man starts talking to my mom… THE NERVE!
This is how it goes…
Flan Al Flani: haa 7ar barra?
Mom: haa? Ee walah..
Flan Al Flani: ee bas ahwan min ilkwait, intay kwaityeen 9a7?
Mom: ee, 7athritik?
Flan Al Flani: ee, 9arly youmain wa9el Lebnan
Mom: eee.. 7ilwa lebnan bas r6ooba..
Flan Al Flani: *for some reason he starts talking about the politics in Kuwait*
I COME BACK AND SIT DOWN SLIGHTLY TURNING MY SEAT SO THAT I COULD SEE HIM WHILE HE TALKED…
Flan Al Flani: halla ikhty shlounich? Shakhbarich? 3asach ib khair? Il7imdilah 3ala ilsalama
Me: *trying not to burst out in laughter can only attempt to say a few words* allah esalmek *smiles*
Flan Al Flani: eee… bla bla bla… oo hathy bla bla bla… ba3dain bla oo bla bla bla 7ikooma bla nas bla……… etc..
Mom: *nods* and changes the subject asking his name* shesmek?
Flan Al Flani: N Al Flani
Mom: ee wene3m…
MY AUNT COMES UP AND MY MOM TELLS HER HIS NAME AND THEY START TO TALK… HE INSITIS TO PAY THE CHECK BUT MY MOTHER REFUSES, SO AFTER A WHILE HE LEAVES.
My mom couldn’t stop laughing at him! Her theory: He thought it was you who had your Bluetooth open because your phone was in your hand the whole time.
My mom and aunt still tease me and say “hii” every time they see me…
Creeps!
Anyway, senior year is coming up. I’m still recovering from junior year! I know shda3wa! Seriously, it been a bad year, nothing has been going right but what am I going to do about it? I’ve tried to fix it but it won’t get fixed, hoping 2011 will be better.
What else? What else….
I haven’t been sleeping as much I did before, which is good… but I just wish I could keep this up when school starts, it seems like school makes me depressed so I sleep…
Rmithan is coming up in twenty something days, I don’t know how I feel about that though…
Pilates, I feel bad; I should be going to my classes, but I’m not, I will on Sunday though! Im going to force myself:D
I miss all my friends!
Me and R reunited! I’m so happy to see her “bretty” face!
I’ve been joking and laughin a lot the past few days, is it a cover up for how I feel deep down inside? Or am I just doing it because I really feel like it? Mmmm… only I’ll know.
Okay, bas bye!:D
Okay so back to the “creeps”… looks like there are more around here. Let me entertain you with a funny story that happened to me while I was in Lebanon…
It’s a tradition in my family that every time we go to Lebanon, we pass by this famous hotel there near our favorite shopping area, for a cup of coffee or in this case a VERY cold drink to recover from the heat outside! Anyway, so we walk in, my aunt, mother and myself, each as colorful as the rainbow. We choose a comfortable area in the lobby and order our drinks… I notice that the man sitting behind me is a Kuwaiti but my mother and aunt argues that he was a Lebanese (PROVED THEM WRONG!). So, my mother goes to the ladies room to freshen up when my aunt gets a message. My aunt is an old woman, in her late 60’s, so if her Bluetooth is on, she won’t know it, and it was. She’s also a very loud person that doesn’t care whos around her, so she’ll scream and won’t care who’s staring… (I love that about her).
This is how the conversation goes…
Khalty L: weeh gi6ee3a men dazli blo-toth! Igooly “Hiii”
Me: *laughs* Bluetooth? Shakhbary khalty! *realizes that it’s the man sitting behind me, that can only see the back of my head but can clearly see my aunt*
Khalty L: shinooo hathaaaa!! Mino hal qaleel iladab ili dazly blo-toth? Slaaima tsekkaaaaa!!! Weh gi6ee3a!
Me: khalty ashoof? *laughs quietly trying to act as if I didn’t know it was him* weeh khalty yemkin bel ghala6…
MY MOTHER COMES BACK UP AND I THANK GOD! I WRITE A MSG TO MY MOTHER TELLING HER ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AND SHE LAUGHS
My aunt starts telling my mom what happened screaming… me and her go to the ladies room to freshen up, so the man starts talking to my mom… THE NERVE!
This is how it goes…
Flan Al Flani: haa 7ar barra?
Mom: haa? Ee walah..
Flan Al Flani: ee bas ahwan min ilkwait, intay kwaityeen 9a7?
Mom: ee, 7athritik?
Flan Al Flani: ee, 9arly youmain wa9el Lebnan
Mom: eee.. 7ilwa lebnan bas r6ooba..
Flan Al Flani: *for some reason he starts talking about the politics in Kuwait*
I COME BACK AND SIT DOWN SLIGHTLY TURNING MY SEAT SO THAT I COULD SEE HIM WHILE HE TALKED…
Flan Al Flani: halla ikhty shlounich? Shakhbarich? 3asach ib khair? Il7imdilah 3ala ilsalama
Me: *trying not to burst out in laughter can only attempt to say a few words* allah esalmek *smiles*
Flan Al Flani: eee… bla bla bla… oo hathy bla bla bla… ba3dain bla oo bla bla bla 7ikooma bla nas bla……… etc..
Mom: *nods* and changes the subject asking his name* shesmek?
Flan Al Flani: N Al Flani
Mom: ee wene3m…
MY AUNT COMES UP AND MY MOM TELLS HER HIS NAME AND THEY START TO TALK… HE INSITIS TO PAY THE CHECK BUT MY MOTHER REFUSES, SO AFTER A WHILE HE LEAVES.
My mom couldn’t stop laughing at him! Her theory: He thought it was you who had your Bluetooth open because your phone was in your hand the whole time.
My mom and aunt still tease me and say “hii” every time they see me…
Creeps!
Anyway, senior year is coming up. I’m still recovering from junior year! I know shda3wa! Seriously, it been a bad year, nothing has been going right but what am I going to do about it? I’ve tried to fix it but it won’t get fixed, hoping 2011 will be better.
What else? What else….
I haven’t been sleeping as much I did before, which is good… but I just wish I could keep this up when school starts, it seems like school makes me depressed so I sleep…
Rmithan is coming up in twenty something days, I don’t know how I feel about that though…
Pilates, I feel bad; I should be going to my classes, but I’m not, I will on Sunday though! Im going to force myself:D
I miss all my friends!
Me and R reunited! I’m so happy to see her “bretty” face!
I’ve been joking and laughin a lot the past few days, is it a cover up for how I feel deep down inside? Or am I just doing it because I really feel like it? Mmmm… only I’ll know.
Okay, bas bye!:D
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