Free verse

They’re not pretty, this family. They’re all sand browned skin and falling ashy black hair, sliding over their dark dark eyes. They’re tall, wealthy, and powerful. They’re not pretty, but they’re something else. Something better, more elusive, something that everyone wants. They’re more of the same, all of them the same sturdy lean build. Smart, exhaustingly so. Clever, and witty, and sharp, so much sharpness. Access to anything and anyone they want, and everything is a gateway, with no lock. And if there ever was a lock, they’ll get the key. And its spare.

They’re not pretty, this family. But they’re something else. Something attractive, that turns their ashy darkness into spun white gold, platinum. Sandy brown skin, looks so much more like mocha chocolates and Godiva’s heaven. And everyone wants. Wants a piece of them. Of that. Of what they have.

They’re something else. That redefines everything.

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“Stocks trump commodities, because human ingenuity will always outperform an inanimate resource”

-Forbes

“Don’t ask, don’t tell” is the common term for the U.S. military policy that requires that as long as gay or bisexual men and women in the military hide their sexual orientation, commanders are not allowed to investigate their sexuality.

“Extraordinary renditions” were operations to apprehend terrorists abroad, usually without the knowledge of and almost always without public acknowledgment of the host government.

“Habeas corpus” is the name of a legal action to seek relief from unlawful detention of himself or another person.

ECHELON was capable of interception and content inspection of

telephone calls, fax, e-mail and other data traffic globally through the interception of communication bearers including satellite transmission, public switched telephone networks and microwave links.

“Iconoclasm” is the deliberate destruction within a culture of the culture’s own

religious icons and other symbols or monuments, usually for religious or political motives.

 

Emmy 07

God, but I love these two. Thankgod for Showtime.

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Nostradamus
-Retroactive clairvoyance

The Reason For Living Is To Get Ready To Stay Dead a Long Time
-Faulkner

“…One slightly leftfield possibility is that keeping magnetic fields in symmetry about the axis of your body could affect certain bodily processes. There are tantalising bits of evidence to back this up – in humans, the time it takes to drift into REM sleep and the electrical activity in the brain differs depending on whether we’re facing a north-south direction or an east-west one.”
-Magnetoreception

-Xenophobia

“Before age 25, a man is judged by his potential. After 25, he is judged by his results.”
-old adage

 

London Town

All this time, I’ve been holed up in London Town. God, I seem to say this every year, but damn, it gets crazier and more packed with each visit. They shut off some roads like Baker Street, and had construction done near the end towards Regent Street, so that caused a lot of congestion. It was people crowded too, more than before, lots and lots of Emiratees. A LOT. I think I saw faza3 driving his custom ordered range rover stormer…I am not ashamed to admit it, I stopped dead in my tracks. Not for him! For the car: it was drop dead gorgeous. Drop dead limited orange with side sweeping doors gorgeous…WHY WHY?! I thought it was just a concept, when the hell did that happen?!

And I almost forgot: If I see another Hermes bag on a mother fuckin’ 14 year old again, I will scream, so help me god. They were everywhere, as if that bag wasn’t around for like the past 50 years. I always called it a granny’s bag, not meant for people under 30 at least. Haba.

That’s it for now. I am sick and tired, coming up with the flu, so me need sleep. ZZZzzz.

The Dark Side of Marketing

Hahahahaha

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All your life, you start accumulating little tidbits; facts that may seem useless at the time. But you never know when they’ll come in handy. So my wiki project is born, because useless as they may be, and random as they may seem, I would still like to remember them.

 

”You must not smile so! Listen, no one is allowed to smile that way at anyone!”
Death in Venice. 1912.

“You cant be serious!”
John McEnroe.

In Cold Blood + To kill A Mocking Bird

“After a heavy bout of exercise your cells go into anaerobic respiration, and the residual lactic acid starts to harden until it starts digging into your muscles, and that is why you feel achy all over”

“Black is all the colors combined, while white is the absence of color. There was a painting of a full moon overlooking a beach, and there in the middle, was a rectangular shape lined with rainbow colors. The average viewer would say that the painting depicts the full moon shining on a colorful blanket on the beach. The ‘blanket’ is actually the moon’s shadow which is black, and black being the symbol for all colors combined, is shown likewise within the painting.”

“Theory of Forms”
Plato.

“Brain dead is real death. If all else is dead, but the brain is still functioning then said person is not dead. There is chance of resuscitation. “
Cryonics and Terri Schiavo.

James Bond, was named after a American ornithologist.

KU and boys

Today was a nice fulfilling day, I met some friends who I haven’t seen in two years. We met at the Avenues for brunch, and we sat there chatting about what they’ve been doing abroad (they study in Canada). And I must say they’ve been through a lot of things and they’ve accomplished so much. They have so much experience. And it just got me thinking: what have I done? I mean, what does my KU education/experience amount to? Going to classes, drinking starbucks, trying to ignore other people staring at your bag/shoe/dress, bypassing the ’square’, bypassing ’Global’, trying to win over professors’ favor (and failing, mostly)…and that’s it. Nothing really fulfilling, in the sense of accomplishment. All these lectures, assignments…its like high school, really. And it hasn’t been bothering me as much, until I heard my friends today.

They just sound so…satisfied? Yeah, they sound like they’re having fun studying. <I know. They talk about their lectures and their football stadium wide food hall, their cathedral style libraries, and their campus in general, and I am like what is this Hogwarts? And they’re like, no much better. They get assignments, and they get to talk to people and interview them (they’re studying Journalism) and it just sounds so…so (would you smack me if I said fulfilling one more time? But its true).

KU is just this thing I am doing to get to something else. And if you think about it, everything is just a stage until the next phase of your life. Theirs just sounds so much more fun.

Anyways.

Today at the um, petrol gas station, or whatever they call it, I was filling my tank, or rather sitting in my car, while someone does it, a group of guys come into the aisle next to me. They automatically start trying to chat me up (I had my windows down to tell the guy to fill up my tank) saying stupid stuff like “ee, faawlay fawaly, e7glich, ee” and other mindless incessant gibberish along those lines. I ignored, until I turned to give the guy his 5 KD, and they saw my fushia nail polish. Arg, fashlaaa. That started another round of inane perversion. I quickly closed my windows but not before gunning the engine (So I can close my window) and the engine, I guess was, um, loud, so they all go “aaaaaaw ayowa ayowa” and I was like WTF?!. But I left quickly, so they wont follow after they finish refueling. Boys.

Only in Jabriya, folks.

Sick

I used to love rain. Run outside, look up and stick my tongue out, startling away whenever a raindrop falls right in to my mouth. Liked the pitter patter against the panes and the slip slide of rain drops as it blurs the floor to ceiling windows. They overlook the garden and the way the rain blurs the scenery makes the colors hazy, all green and blue. Bright and dulled, at the same time.‘Neways.

I have to go to KU early tomorrow, need to copy some documents. Speaking of which, I just finished enrolling for classes next year. I signed up for four classes, but I need one more. A specific one. They don’t lift the credit limit until the 27^th, I seriously hope there are seats left, because my whole schedule is built on that specific class. But knowing KU. Erg.

Surprisingly enough, almost all of my classes are gender mixed. First time for everything, I guess. I have no problem with it at all, but my friends, who have summer course and are enrolled in gender mixed classes right now, are all bitching about it. They call and whine and complain – “they laugh at the stupidest things” (I was quite sure that’s what they say about us, but I wisely shut my mouth)- “they talk back to the Professor”-”they’re always late”- blah blah blah.

Whatever. But you know, we’ll see.

I have a wedding tomorrow. I am so not looking forward to it. I just wanna sit in my jammies and watch dirty sexy money and sleep. So not looking forward to the 9aloon hassel and the high heels and the makeup. (You know, I like those things, but I am so not in the mood, right now)…arg.

Guilty

I drive like a boy. Its true, I have just come to that conclusion. No, scratch that. In the back of my mind, it has always been there, niggling.

But seriously.

I must acknowledge this: I speed, drive in between cars, am never steady on one lane, I dismiss yellow lights, and I don’t believe in speed bumps.

(I am cringing right now)

But the funny thing is that I am extremely petite, you wouldn’t know I drive like that at all…But I CANT HELP IT, OH I CANT. My car is all sleek, supercharged, it eats up the pavement like nothing, and the slightest nudge to the pedal makes it purr like crazy (yes, I am aware that I am sounding like a freak and that its all excuses). I try to drive like ‘a lady‘ as my mother likes to eloquently point out, and I try, I do, but that never lasts…

But today, I got two disturbed reactions from fellow (sane, responsible) drivers on the street…You know the abortive motion of the hand that means slow down? The index finger and the middle touching the thumb? Yeah, that one. It was really embarrassing and it wasn’t like I was going 120 in Qurtuba’s narrow inner streets or whatever, its just…I was going faster than the average car in the same lane…

Pfft. I am trying to analyze my driving (anybody done that?) and its not like I am always late (I am actually always early), its that I dislike the cruising gait that a moderate speeding car attains…its like in my slightly twisted thinking that if I can get there faster, why not? There’s no point dallying around and prolonging the driving experience, or whatever…point A to point B in less time. See, I am being productive! (ehehe, didn’t see that one coming)

I need to slow down, I know. Stop driving like its freakin’ NASCAR. Stop perpetuating the maniac driving that is Kuwait‘s trademark. I get it. Its unsafe, for me, for others.

Funny thing is that when I first started driving, old ladies would honk after me yelling at me to get a move on. Maybe they should be to blame. Or really people like that, ones that drive behind you honking and flickering, trying to get you to go faster, or out of their way. They certainly changed the way I drive.