tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129325882011-04-22T02:31:40.430+03:00marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.comBlogger3201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1167829228683524502007-01-03T15:54:00.000+03:002007-01-03T16:11:18.583+03:00

New country. New Home. New Hair. Totally New MOI and a brand new blog.I moved my blog to here. i will no longer be addressed to as "the blondy" but rather "the girl with the big curl, and the funny twirl, in a cute fur and a white pearl".So guys and girls, ladies and gentlemen hurry up click here and catch up with me AKA "MISS Undaztood"

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My last post from Kuwait. Till I blog again. Over and Out.

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WOW...what a feeling after a looong time

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5 more days and I’m off to Liban for 5 weeks, which by the way will be the longest time I have ever spent in Liban. Since this year I’ve only been to Liban for 10 days, and nothing crucial is waiting for me in Dubai, I have decided to treat MOI for a wonderful 5 week vacation in Liban doing nothing except pampering my inner diva.

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Yesterday I realized that my life is a continuous cycle of returning seasons. 3 to be exact. April to July, the High Season. October to January, the Low Season. February and March and then August and September, the Transition Season. High Season Highlights:- feeling wonderful from the inside and the outside- looking great and dynamic- working out- eating healthy-

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1161169210898803922006-10-18T13:58:00.000+03:002006-10-18T14:00:10.926+03:00

Mentally today i shut down on work. i finished the last pending job and my brain is not taking in any new ones. My advertising related short term memory is also starting to fade away and is currently being replaced with relaxation images and green parks and snowy mountains. I'm officially also done with ramadan as i miss my friday morning breakfasts and my mid day 2 hour lunch breaks. Im also

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1161157178053142512006-10-18T10:00:00.000+03:002006-10-18T10:49:54.876+03:00

Yesterday one of my clients organized a farewell dinner for me. Guest of honor was Bashar. Since I came to Kuwait, 2 and a half years ago, and i have been looking for him at every turn I take. If I knew he would be my farewell gift I would have booked my 1 way ticket long time ago. Now I can leave the City with no regrets.

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This was "MY" Kuwait (based on previous posts)Valet Parking in a super marketLive strong Cancer Wrist band for 9$ (when it actually costs $1)Grocery delivery to the carA ladies hair salon every 5 metersA Starbucks every 10 metersHard Rock Cafe with no alcoholPetrol cheaper than water yet the queue in the petrol station is endlessA shopping Mall in the Airport (I don’t mean the duty free eh, this

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1160946220872770652006-10-16T00:00:00.000+03:002006-10-16T00:03:40.876+03:00

Well I thought, a new country a new me why not a new template.Sat in bed from 5 to midnight to finish it. It was lost of hard work as i had to change every single thing in it. I'm 100% satisfied. Hope you like it.

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A friend, from the dark side, screamed this in my ear:MAR YOU QUIT! YOU DO NOT HAVE HOURS! GET THAT INTO YOUR SYSTEM! GO HOME ANYTIME YOU WANT AND GO TO WORK ANYTIME YOU PLEASE.SOMEONE TAKE HER HOME AND LOCK HER, SHE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THE TERM QUIT

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We've been calling several shipping company to get a quote for moving the house (ya3ni the stuff in the house, and not "the" house) back to Dubai. Everytime I dial a new number I start asking the standard questions. Do you handle personal export? I need to ship my bed to Dubai? Can you please send your estimator to give us a quote? And the answers are usally straight forward either yes or no. But

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1160549414398791012006-10-11T09:47:00.000+03:002006-10-11T09:50:14.426+03:00

It only hit me yesterday. Why I’m lost in this uncertainty. Why tomorrow looks hazy with no clear lines, no firm images. Why it’s been a while that I’m struggling with what will be? Why in the first time in my life I can’t decide, I do not know, what’s next. Well now I know. I can explain it in 4 simple words “I did it already”. I never realized this except yesterday that I, at the age of 26,

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1160464203670563932006-10-10T10:09:00.000+03:002006-10-10T17:12:51.853+03:00

TEAM WORK DOES NOT F****** EXIST IN THE CITY. THE NOTION OF COLLABERATION, SHARED VISION AND GOAL IS EXTINCT. LOYALTY, DEPENDABILTY, RELIABILTY ARE NOT HEARD OF. THAT’S WHY THE CITY SUFFERS AND IT WILL KEEP ON SUFFERING AS LONG “THESE” CREATURES WALK IN ITS STREETS AND CONSUME ALL THE GOODNESS THAT HUMANKIND WAS EVER ESTABLISHED ON.

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marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1160325755053046732006-10-08T19:28:00.000+03:002006-10-09T01:20:48.283+03:00

I started packing Friday. This would be my packing number 8 since 1998 (we moved 8 houses in 2 countries in 8 years). By now I can call myself a professional packer. As I'm sorting and categorizing my junk in the the boxes i am at the same time flipping through the stages of my life. With every packing and as I leave behind some of my junk I also end up leaving behind pieces of my life. And I

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1160303239242163552006-10-08T13:22:00.000+03:002006-10-08T13:36:58.303+03:00

Inform friends and entourage - done -Submit resignation - done -Sell living room - done -Sell dining room - done - Sell kitchen appliances - done -Sell closets - done - Sell Gym - done - Sell Office desk and computer - done - Coordinate with “pack n’ move” for packing and moving date - done - Start packing (throwing away/giving away unwanted stuff) - done - Book tickets - done - wow that was fast

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1160293223311793472006-10-08T10:38:00.000+03:002006-10-08T10:40:23.356+03:00

I just booked my ticket home. Leaving on the 31st of October.

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1160032722301375842006-10-05T10:14:00.000+03:002006-10-05T10:18:42.326+03:00

to love, to miss, to need, to want“Feelings are not supposed to be logical. Dangerous is the man who has rationalized his emotions.” to be loved, to be missed, to be needed, to be wanted

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1159952190353207672006-10-04T11:55:00.000+03:002006-10-04T12:12:28.586+03:00

Have you, and I’m talking to girls here, how men in Ramadan become so obviously horny? It really makes me uncomfortable. Let me elaborate what happened yesterday.I was visiting one of my clients, unfortunately I had to take the lift, so as the elevator doors were closing this guy jumps right in. I’m going up to the 14th floor he’s going up to the 12th floor. Were alone and the elevator is moving

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was tagged by AnanyahLast birthday?December 06, I was 26 or 25 (not sure..)Last meal?rice cake with cheese spreadLast spending splurge?nothing beats my shopping in the US (back in July)Last time you cried?probably 3 weeks ago ( I needed to take the rage out)Last career?till the end of this month I will be an account manager in an advertising agency. Then I’m off till the end of the year.Last

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NBK again and again is making the wrong advertising decisions. Campaign after campaign and this giant bank is creating loop holes and so obvious mistakes.The last slip that caught my eye is the launch of “Yabeela” campaign in ENGLISH!!!! I mean common the YABEELA offers, promotions campaigns they are all for the locals (ARABS). NOTHING is ever intended for the expats (except for the loans OF

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Inform friends and entourage - done -Submit resignation - done -Sell living room - done -Sell dining roomSell kitchen appliances - done -Sell closetsSell GymSell Office desk and computerCoordinate with “pack n’ move” for packing and moving dateStart packing (throwing away/giving away unwanted stuff)Book tickets More will come up along the way i'm sure.

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Yesterday after Iftar, hubby and I decided to cruise on the Harley on the Gulf Road.Apparently a blondy on a Harley is a rare sighting in the City since it so happened that all the people we know driving on that road recognized us from my curly “blonde” hair. So at any moment from 8:30 to 8:45 you would see trails of cars following us waving back at us. Soon the other drivers got caught up in the

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Rain or shine, Ramadan or Shaa’ban Thursday mornings will never change: Me driving to work on empty roads.4 Thursdays left.

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Ram said that I didn’t give Kuwait a chance.Although physically I moved to Kuwait 2 years ago but I left my soul in Dubai. The City and I couldn’t make it together. We did not connect. We did not trust each other and did not depend on one another. I was an intruder in a strange land, a stranger in an indifferent land. All along I knew that the City, to me, will only be a temporarily stop over to

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1159170348670879312006-09-25T10:42:00.000+03:002006-09-25T10:45:48.700+03:00

Yesterday evening, coming back from Ikea, we were stopped and fined by the traffic police. Apparently it was a one way street, only when a week ago it was a 2 way street. To make things worse, the construction on that street created a dead end which meant that we had to turn back eventually. The police check point was just before the “dead end”. In total ONLY 5 cars were stopped in 10 minutes

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marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1158822725327812502006-09-21T10:04:00.000+03:002006-09-21T10:13:28.366+03:00

The day has finally come. Hubby and I we have been waiting for this day for some time. We planned for it. Did everything we could and just waited. And waited. Yesterday the news was confirmed. Since we came back from the US and our lives been on a stand still in preparation for this event. Since we weren’t sure if would be or not and especially when would it be. But yesterday we finally found out

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1158759198440093372006-09-20T16:18:00.000+03:002006-09-20T16:33:18.816+03:00

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1158741939681836102006-09-20T11:45:00.000+03:002006-09-20T11:45:39.710+03:00

Human creatures have lost the notion of mutual respect and personal boundaries. Social standards have gone extinct. My space is no longer private but hopelessly shared. The “revolutionary” concept of knocking down the office walls to create an open working space planted the seed of office evil conspiracy. I am no longer the master of my domain, the king of my hill. I am merely a forced recipient

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1158736481455599762006-09-20T10:09:00.000+03:002006-09-20T10:20:14.556+03:00

You see me as a reserved person. I am not as social as you may want me to be. I can be extremely hyper at times, but it all depends on my mood. I am very moody. You may also see me being alone most of the times. No reason. Just need my alone time. I like people around me, but too much of it really makes me agitated.“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.Watch your words, for they become

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Waking up in a cold bed, a hollow house.Driving on empty streets, a deserted land.Looking out to a lonely sky, a faded viewI’m on my own.Walking in slow motion, unguided stepsHumming a random tune, a sad melodyWandering in abandoned space, a floating horizonI see no one.What once has been, now is goneOnce a reality, now a distant memory Once a shadow, now an illusionIf I lay hereIf I just lay

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1158497485667629612006-09-17T15:50:00.000+03:002006-09-17T15:51:25.693+03:00

I’m addicted to celebrity gossip.Ever since I discovered superficial and co I can’t get enough of my daily dose of celebrity garbage. It’s all surreal. Ironically these “perfect” creatures that we look up to are nothing but a chaotic blend of greasy hair, oily skin and mismatched outfit. Now I am sure that with a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a brilliant Photoshop artist I can

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1158496058530191822006-09-17T15:24:00.000+03:002006-09-17T15:27:38.563+03:00

I need a hug from the offical carry-ers of the flu germ. Common people show me the love.

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1158216762846062592006-09-14T09:51:00.000+03:002006-09-14T09:52:42.873+03:00

I was singing and dancing today in the car on my way to work.For the 1st in a long time, I wasn’t bothered that I had to go to work on a Thursday. Or that I was the only one driving on the empty streets. I wasn’t thinking about the zillion pending jobs piled up on my desk. I wasn’t thinking about anything at all. It was just like the old days being happy just to be here.

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1158129871096648992006-09-13T09:40:00.000+03:002006-09-13T09:44:31.120+03:00

Once you flash the right turn signal it does not f***** mean that you can on the spot change lanes to the right. The cars coming won't just stop because in a magical moment you have decided that now you should f***** go right.

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1158046465635391482006-09-12T10:33:00.000+03:002006-09-12T10:34:25.660+03:00

Virgin Kuwait is always out of stock. No matter if it’s a book, a CD, a DVD or anything else they always don’t have what I want in stock.Could it be because business is GOOD? Or the stock handler is BAD?

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1157897644218905872006-09-10T17:09:00.000+03:002006-09-10T17:14:04.243+03:00

Back in June we sent MIKI for summer school to Liban. Last week was his graduation and tomorrow MIKI's coming back home. I can't wait till I hold him in my arms again, and see him do his silly jumps and tail shakes. Tomorrow he's not flying alone. Hubby's family are coming along. His mom, dad and sister. The coming few weeks my life will be louder, fuller and busier.

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Actually I have been having these horrible headaches for some time now. It kicks in right after lunch and no matter how many pills I swallow the pain becomes unbearable after just 1 hour. I feel the pressure on my shoulders. My eyes want to pop out from the terrible burning sensation. I can’t take it anymore. The crawling tension from the top of head to my neck is just nasty.

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1157438556441286952006-09-05T09:21:00.000+03:002006-09-05T09:42:36.466+03:00

My summer hibernation has come to an end. Now that the north wind is blowing and the trees are shedding I am stepping out from my cave of solitude. My 1st social appearance in the City was yesterday at Al Kout toastmasters’ meeting. They even had mini chocolates as treats. What people would do sometimes to express their love to me :). Yesterday for the 1st time I participated in the table topics

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1157373458743189562006-09-04T15:27:00.000+03:002006-09-04T15:37:38.770+03:00

Work has been very hectic latley. Today things really got bad. For a second the world stoped turning. My heart stopped beating. The gang is always well informed of my disasterous days. Actually we are all aware of each others' daily disasters. My phone beeps and i get this sms from NIBAQ. "Toomz and I been watchin project runway and think heidi Klum looks like you...But you have a better smile."

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It’s about time.

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I was running late today morning so I was still in the car for the 9 o’clock morning news update on RKFM. The major news was the death of 50 civilians in Iraq. Hubby was with me in the car and he calculated that with an average of 50 a day the death toll per month would reach to 1500, that’s 18,000 per year. Multiply that by 3 years it would be 54,000 civilians died, at least, after American “

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1156939474614916152006-08-30T14:59:00.000+03:002006-08-30T22:15:00.936+03:00

I just got a phone call from a guy who wants to buy media space by the dozen.Caller: I need 1 dozen for this week, half a dozen for next week and just a couple for the week after that. And oh I want them for 1 year or 2 and if you give me good discount I can go for 3 years. Give me best price oka.

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1156913639463281812006-08-30T07:49:00.000+03:002006-08-31T01:55:16.356+03:00

I hate hate technology. Nothing works. There is always a problem and you end up formatting your machine. I need to send an urgent email before 8 AM (its already 7:46) and my laptop is stuck for teh past 15 minutes. I have no idea what the hell is happening but its dead. The battery is also fixed with screws and I cant even take it off so it restarts again. I hate technology. its so useless and

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I’m 26, still in the twenties ;) married to the love of my life. I live in a palace (well 400 square meters for a couple is huuuuge), I make my own lotta money. I’ve been to many places. Have a pretty good collection of designer handbags. I can do, get, have and own whatever my heart desires. I don’t do chores in the house. I never did. My only responsibility is to wake up look pretty and go to

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1156403730676024382006-08-24T10:14:00.000+03:002006-08-29T01:08:16.493+03:00

Have you ever wondered why they never put salt and pepper shakers in Chinese, Japanese restaurants?

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i just want to feel safe in my own skin i just want to be happy again i just want to feel deep in my own world but im so lonlely i dont even want to be with myself anymore on a different day if i was safe in my own skin then i wouldn't feel lost and so frightenedbut this is today and im lost in my own skin and im so lonely i dont even want to be with myself anymorei just want to feel safe in my

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1156228969436280252006-08-22T09:35:00.000+03:002006-08-22T12:50:43.073+03:00

I is tagged by Fractallooooo. I always carry the same things. I just switch bags depending on what I'm wearing. And if you look closer you will see a hidden weapon :)

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1156165129760137972006-08-21T15:54:00.000+03:002006-08-21T15:58:49.796+03:00

I'm a big big girl In a big big world It's not a big big thing if you leave me But I do do feel that I do do will miss you much Miss you much...

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Eternal happiness or temporary pleasure ????

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During our daily morning coffee break discussion in the office, the production manager, with a very puzzled look on his face, asks me “but what is a Blog”? My face lightens up, my eyes twirl and swirl and I have an amusing smile on my face, after all I’m a professional blogger :)…. Bottom line is, now I have to be extra careful about what I write on my Blog.So do you think that a Blog would lose

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So you ask me what I have been up to these days?Well I think about it for a minute, run some images in my head and come up with a very simple, yet so deep, answer: well these days I am doing NOTHINGDuring the weekdays (6 day a week to be precise): I wake up, go to work come back at 6. Watch CSI at 7 and sleep by 9.Weekend (1 pathetic day, Friday): I wake up, clean the house, do laundry, dishes,

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There was a time, a happy time it was, when I used to be the youngest one in every room. In every situation. It used to put a smile on my face. Lately, and the epidemic started only when I moved to Kuwait, I am no longer the youngest of any gathering, and instead I am leaning towards becoming the oldest of a group. I don’t like that. Why so many people are so much younger than meeee. Where did

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Myth: It's a glamorous, fun-filled career. Every day is a day at the beach. Don't you love those movies and television shows where the characters work in advertising and they seem to be having so much fun?Fact: It sucksAdvertsing is a big bubble of illusion controlled by who knows who and what's in it for me and it has nothing to do with creative campaigns and marketing strategy.

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An Indian man and a Philipinno Lady talking in Jibrish "local" Arabic in Kuwait City.

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Believe it or not (well you better believe it) that I know the what the where and the when of my entourage through their MSN nicknames.This is how my MSN window looks like: (a few examples)H: Hamoodah is back againA: today is my baby’s BDL: 2nd wedding anniversaryW: in Mad RidS: Just marriedI don’t even have to call them up or wonder about their news. Everyday I get a fresh update through my MSN

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Where: Starbucks SalhiyaWhen: Lunch BreakWho: R and MWhat: Sipping coffee spreading office rumorsPlot: Need sugar for the coffeeBucks Boy brings over the coffee….R to Bucks Boy: Can I have some sugar please, Sweet and LowBucks Boy: Sure ya miss. Goes away and comes back with REGULAR sugarR to Bucks Boy: I need Sweet and Low. You know the ones in small white sachetsBucks Boy: Oh sure. Goes away

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(this so much sounds like a mark post)NBK encourages discrimination. They have a new promo running (150KD cash back if you transfer your salary to NBK) BUT apparently it's only for Kuwaitis. This would have made sense if they had an offer to the expats to match this but they don't.

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It has come to my attention that while I was away for 20 days enjoying the wonderful US of A I have missed out on essential bangs in the daily lives of the gang. Therefore I, Miss Undaztood call for an “update” session where all the members of the gang will be present to communicate all the in’s and out’s of the last month’s events that I was not been briefed on “properly”.

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"just bored as usualtrying to think of ways to use my brainso it doesn’t shut down" ------------> from a window chat a few minutes back Work has not been challenging lately. Life has not been challenging either. I don’t like that. I feel that my brain is on Pause mode and soon it will die on me. I need stimuli. I need drama, action. Motivation to get those sleepy cells buzzing again

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علاوي ابني كبر وبصف الأول صاروش ماخذ أول درس؟ منطينه كلمة داررد وسألني الطفل .. شتعني بابا الدار؟جاوبته تعني الوطن .. عائله وتسكن بيتوالدور؟ الدور .. يعني الجاروغربتنه بابا وطن؟ إي بابا هذا وطنبس وطن بالإيجار Aren't we all living in rented houses? Isn't this the case for 10 million Lebanese living outside lebanon?

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If I Were You, holding the world wide in my hands.The first thing I'd do, is thank the stars for all that I *have*...If I Were YouLook what's around you now,more than you ever dreamedHave you forgotten just how hard it used to be?So what's it going to take?For you to realizeThat it all could go away, in one blink of an eye...It happens all the timeIf I Were You, holding the world right in my

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I so much envy Jacqui now. It’s only been 1 week till I got back from the US but I sooo wanna go back again. I miss it already. I had the best time ever. Mainly because for 20 days I was living on a movie set. Well not literally but every street I walk in every building I see and every mall I go to it would remind me of a scene from a certain movie or show. We stayed in New York for 9 days, in

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How am i suppose to show an honest smile when my country is weeping. How am I suppose to go on with tomorrow when my country is barely making through the day. How am I suppose to hope for a future when my country is living in its past. How am I suppose to vote for peace when my country is buried under fear. How am i suppose to keep my sanity when my country is being betrayed abused and violated.

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Some of the bloggers started the day today talking about the Kuwait invasion almost 16 years ago. Each one was recalling back the day and how it affected a whole chain of events. Well I had to share some of my memories of the invasion too. Although was not in Kuwait at the moment. In 1990 it was the first time ever when lebanon was ever in peace after 30+ years of war. Peace which we see now

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"The UN security council has passed a statement expressing SHOCK at Israel's attack on a UN observer post in Lebanon on Tuesday which killed four peacekeepers, but made NO condemnation of the action". personally couldn't stop laughing when I read this. So Ironic.

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Yo Yo beebol, I'M COMING BACK HOME!!!I miss you all soooooooo much.I'm blondier than ever though. By zee way i blend so well here i wish i could stay here forever :( I have 2 new more bags now (SOMEBODY STOP ME!!!)We will leave Orlando tomorrow Tuesday 3am, go to NY, then to Dubai and finally land in Kuwait Wednesday at 5PM. It will be a loooooong flight and after i get my 24 hour sleep, doors

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Since we are in the US while this "deja vue" tragedy in Liban is going on, our only source of news is CNN, although Fady is following up the news on the internet from other Arab sources. It's been 5 days already of constant bombing on the City which once took a miracle to help it stand on its feet, and miracles happen so rarely, and somehow the CNN anchors find "this situation" ammusing in a way

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While the situation in South of Lebanon is becoming more and more critical by the minute, as if we didnt have enough war for the past 20 years or so, here on the other side of the world the city's prime disaster is to allow or not same sex marriages. That's a tough one!!!!!

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TodayPartly cloudy this morning...then mostly cloudy with thunderstorms and showers likely this afternoon. Patchy fog this morning. Some thunderstorms may produce large hail...frequent lightning and damaging winds this afternoon. Humid with highs in the mid 80s. West winds 5 to 10 mph...becoming south this afternoon. Chance of rain 60 percent. It was a perfect summer afternoon, when strangly

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Part of the Boston I-90 East Tunnel collapsed yesterday night at 11PM killing 1 person. We were driving through that tunnel yesterday at 10PM. Like the Xmas Ghost Spirit Hubby and I are haunted by the Holidays Spirit. Wherever we go something "bad" and "unexpected" would eventually hit the City. Last October it was the Riots Outside Paris. They "accidentally" kicked off by the time our plane was

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The gang passed by tonight to bid me farewell. JC was the 1st o show up and he was on TIME !!! along with Farctallooo. Toomz and Caff got the Pizza and the drinks. Nibaq came in his hot RED boxers. Ram couldn't join she was stuck at the office :( and Purg didn't come as well since i know he will get all emotional at the goodbye kiss and hug. Stallion was missing too but he has a good excuse (he's

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I did come back from Leb last Tuesday but I've been dead busy since. I didn't even have time to unpack. I thought with summer here I would have less things to do at work and more time to stare out the window. But Oh Boy was I wrong. I think my clients got stimulated from the heat. My brother came along with me. YES YES!!! after 8 months waiting for his work Visa he finally got it. We never

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I'm off to Leb youpeeeeeeeee

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and will do it again and again and again.....

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...On the right side of the table there we were...Ram, Purg, Toomz and MOI. As Nibaq put it Purg is patient 0, and Ram patient 1. From then onwards Toomz and Nibaq were hit by the virus. But why not meeeee. Update: Eyes are blurry and buring, nose is almost running.....(could this be it?)

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BAGHDAD, Iraq (CNN) -- Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, the most wanted terrorist in Iraq, is dead, Iraqi Prime Minister Nuri al-Maliki said Thursday.

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Hubby posted about how slow Kuwait was developing (compared to the region) despite the fact that it is one of the richest if not “the” richest country in the world. Some of the people born and raised here, or who have been living here for more than 5 years are by now blinded by the dust of money and corruption and chaos ruling over the city and for that they cannot and will not listen to common

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1149664187375101232006-06-07T10:06:00.000+03:002006-06-07T10:09:47.403+03:00

“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.”

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I have very strong will, not dependant on others and give an impression of being a loner. (well actually I am a loner most of the times)I am extremely curious and sensual, living a clear ended life.At 1st glance you would assume that I place myself on a pedestal and that I am difficult to get along. But once you talk to me you know I am easy going. And when the relationship develops you realize

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Heard the original song "miami" on the radio this morning and i thought it was so awkward to play a song about Miami in Kuwait (or just outside Miami Airport) so here it is....with a local twist...c'mon jigga with meYeah yeah yeah yeahKuwait City uh uhArabian Gulf bringin the heat uhHaha can yall feel thatCan yall feel thatJig it out uhHere I am in the place where I come 2 years agoKuwait City

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Massari- 25 year old "Sagittarius" LIKE MOI -the latest Lebanese fever in the music world. He has an incredible warm voice and is filled with passion that can be seen/felt in his music and his performance. Massari - means "money" in Arabic. Girl, im going out of my mind,and even though i dont really know youand plus i feel im running out of timeim waiting 4 the moment i can show u..and babygirl i

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"Kuwait ridiculously entertaining awards"…well that was a fun evening...Wouldn’t y’all agree? I couldn’t stop cracking up and laughing out loud for all the comedy going on around me. Not to come out as a nagger “again” i do have a couple of positive points to mention:#looooved the positive energy and cheering across the room#was able to fill some of the missing links by associating clients/

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My maid told me today that her husband makes KD100.- per month and they pay rent KD50.- per month. So anything extra she makes is extra food on the table. I pay her KD50.- they also have a 12 year old son.The notion of social segmentation for me has always been a necessity for the continuation of the quality of life and the continuation of civilization as we know it. Don’t get me wrong I’m not at

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1148905129640543912006-05-29T14:51:00.000+03:002006-05-29T15:22:05.866+03:00

I’m a starbucks junky. It was love at first sip 8 years ago. But today I was tempted. I was dragged into another coffee house. And I am in love once again. The luscious chocolate cakes, the scrumptious cookies, the fresh green salads and the large variety of hot and cold coffee drinks made my eyes twirl and swirl and my mouth drool. Even the place itself is so warm and welcoming with comfy homey

marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129407062515878639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932588.post-1148890589441970622006-05-29T11:07:00.000+03:002006-05-29T11:16:29.470+03:00

* welcome in Armenian (my mother language)

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In any game, in order to succeed you must know the rules. Office politics can be the most competitive game of all. The stakes are quite high -- succeed and you get to keep your job or get promoted -- lose and you may be pounding the pavement looking for a new job. When dealing with office politics, having a set of rules is a good idea. Rules for office politicsKeep it professional at all

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The maid (pointing to the master bedroom): Sir dakhil (inside)???Me: Yes Sir sleepingHer: Clean dakhil Me: No Sir sleeping no clean dakhilHer: No clean dakhilMe: NO HE SLEEP NO CLEAN !!!!

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Saint Rita may have her day (May 22) but Saint Mary has the whole month :) (MAY-a month both named for and dedicated to Mary)

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Other than the usual Bla Bla Bla of health, wealth and success what would your 3 wishes be if you ran into a Geenie …I would ask:1- To be a natural blondy2- to Never have to shave again3- to be a size 8 always and forever Okaa to make it easier on the poor Geenie I would simply ask to become Claudia Schiffer ( a nice boost for the summer)

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I even put up the ticker to start the count down!!! (LOOK UP UP)so where you goin this summer?

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Some people made A LOT of moneySome people enjoyed the sunOthers enjoyed the viewSome people starved in the heatOthers got dehydratedSome people marked their territoryOthers were crushed by the crowdI... enjoyed the sunDid not mind the heatDid not mind the crowd (since I was in my bubble)Was extremely disappointed, as the event did not fulfill its objective (if the objective was to stuff 2000

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“Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blueAnd the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true…”I finally crossed to the other side, where skies are blue and flowers smell pretty.So many things happened/changed this past week and once again I’m on top of the world (spreading my arms wide apart like Leo in Titanic). Some of the highlights:1- Kissed and made up (not OUT) with my boss.

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thanks to stallion's suggestion, to remove the word verification, comment tab is now back to normal, thank God Halleluiah. and since i'm posting i want to squeeze in something extra. MIKI is the smartest and the cuttest doggy in the whole wide world and i love him so...there I said it. since hubby is away now he is my guardian too. he's sleeping outside my door keeping me safe :) isn't he the

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I was always under the impression that as u work harder and progress, move forward with your life and career things start getting somehow easier, clearer. Since by now you have a better view on where things are heading. Well it turns out that this is just a big fat lie. A myth, if you may. I realize now that as I am getting older not only wrinkles are popping up on my face but also the road ahead

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So what you are trying to tell me exactly is that you would entrust your car, not to mention your life and your family’s safety to someone who has been behind a wheel only a few days before his actual driving test, and who eventually got the license because of his sponsor’s Wasta. You keep on saying that out loud so you convince yourself but what I am actually hearing is that you would hand over

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1st of all tankou for your lovely comments re my new 'blondy" template :) i'm still getting them from the newcomers. 2nd sorry for the anon comments but really i have no clue how to fix that. just please sign your names after each comment. Having said that...let's get things rolling shall we. every day i wake up with tons of things to blog about. like my struggle with my Id and Ego or how

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What's the point of coming to work every Saturday if all I do all day is sit and look outside the window.

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Just because I’m not posting it doesn’t mean that my life is all swell.Au contraire mes chers, life has been one kick ass B**** lately.I was watching “you got mail” the other day and for the 1st time ever I started “listening” to the whole script and it’s GOOD!!! When Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks agree not to share any personal details when the first started emailing, they were sharing other aspects of

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