Sunday, July 19, 2009

I Didn't Mean To Take Up All Your Sweet Time..

I'll give it right back to ya one of these days hahaha ♪

Yes, I find it necessary to sing along with the laughter in songs as well :$ KAIFI! For those of you who aren't familiar with the song, SHAME ON YOU!

I mean, It's Voodoo Child - Jimi Hendrix♥ Amazing riffs. Word.

I can't concentrate walla I really do not KNOW how to study, please don't ask me how that's even possible, I just don't! I have no attention span whatsoever when it comes to holding a book/paper/whatever and understanding ot acknowleging that I read any of the information. I think I'm going to resort to sleeping with the book under my pillow in hopes of magically absorbing the info into my brain by the end of the semester. Thank you, Noodles. Seriously summer semester is shite, I think I can almost see my brain cells escaping from my head and dying midair.

Oh, Oh, and I remembered why I don't let myself wear shorts much, my thighs are too distracting! Not on the "Fudge, I have sexy thighs!" sense, noo! They just look so cleaaan.. and such a good place for me to draw on :( So I'm "studying" for my quiz, right? And I read about Spot Markets (ftw?) so I have my pen in my hand, underlining the definition and any other words that seem important and it goes something like this..

"Spot markets are terms that refer to markets where assets are being bought or sold for OMG I WANT TO DRAW ON MY THIGHS!"

Needless to say, after that I abandoned my handout and focused on my canvas. When I was convinced that I had sufficiently graffiti-d my thighs enough, I uncross my legs and stretch them to see how it looks like from a different angle (don't ask, you don't wanna know *rolls eyes*). THEN, I realize that my legs are strangely long for my height? I'm not short or anything, I'm like 165 cms, even though the pharmacy insists I'm 160, mu kaifkum? yes? kthxbye. But I digress, anyway! Yeah, so I walk about my room shwaya, hiking up my shorts even more in hopes of discovering that it's all in my head, but no! So I decided to study, satasfied with my newfound discovery and then I uncross my legs, again -.- And then I start wondering how high up my legs can go? so I spend half an hour, give or take, trying to hook my right foot behind my neck so that it rests on my left shoulder? Naturally, every time it ends up with me rolling all the way back and dissolving into fits of giggles -.- I can't stop laughing, seriously, what's going on?

People should not post on saturday.. cuz I will ditch studying and read your updates instead. But please continue doing so anyway, you guys rock ♥

I want a baby dinosaur like the ones in Ice Age 3? So cute, I die! I keep saying it and getting the response of "THEY'RE EXTINCT" from my sister.. Inzain, I still want them? God, people *rolls eyes*

I just realized I should've posted this on my other blog, it is rambling after all -.-

I apologize to anyone who read this thinking it's related in any way to my story *looks around* but secretly, I have the desire to point at you and go "kaaaaaaaaaaak!" Yes, I will resort to kaaaak-ing, I've been hanging around Kuwaiti guys far too long. I'm not complaining, they're cool, they're cool.. Oh did you guys know I'm not Kuwaiti? :O

I don't even know why I'm sharing that, I don't wanna get up and change. My quiz is at 8, so that ship has sailed, I hope my friends don't read this til they get home.. I wonder if I can use the whole "I overslept!" excuse on them? Problem is, they know I don't sleep! I will not underestimate your intelligence and lie to you guys, I love you guys *flicks halo back in place*

W bas? Yes? Oooh new blog? Yes? I feel all lonely being the only follower, so read and FOLLOW:@

I love you guys! *insert huge goofy grin here*

Thanks for reading? Or whatever?

Hahaha I just got a message from Noodles saying she might not do the quiz either.. aaaand I'm out of the doghouse! YAY! I change anyway, class at 9.20 -.-

Peace! :*


Saturday, July 11, 2009

Foolish Games.. (22)

Hello! I have a quiz tomorrow, so naturally, I chose to type up a post instead of studying! Procrastination at its best *sigh* I love my blog. And my new layout. I hate the color pink, but I do love my layout. In fact, I dedicate this post to my layout *blush* Even Ghala's outfit is a tribute to it! Sad, I know. Kaifi!
I had to delete the thingie I posted yesterday cuz blogger is being a bitch and not posting this? Kept saying "Finale?" was my latest post! Then I found out that deleting it didn't work either -.- Don't question the logic, made sense at the time?
Enjoy! Or not..? Love you guys! ;*
And I love cherry tomatoes.


I woke up to the intrusive sun rays shining through the curtains and immediately hid back under the covers. I was hoping I could trap my sleepiness under the covers before it completely went away but it was no use, once I was awake, it was practically impossible for me to go back to bed again. I contemplated the merits of spending the whole day vegetating on the bed for a few moments before hauling my tush out of bed, showering and getting ready for the long day ahead of me. None too quietly, may I add. I grumbled enough obscenities to make a sailor blush. I couldn't help it, isn't the point of a vacation to laze around and do nothing? Not to get scared out of your wits and wake up cranky with only an hour of sleep.

I made my bed and picked up the phone and called room service. Mark, the concierge picked up.

"I can't believe your shift isn't done yet, it's been almost 24 hours now!" I exclaimed when I heard his voice.

"Haha, I don't mind! I volunteered to pick up 3 extra shifts so I have about 6 more hours to go. This way, I get to have a whole week off." He explained.

"Oh hey, that sucks. I'm not gonna get to see you anymore before I leave!" I whined. Granted I've only known the guy for a day, but he was a sweetheart. He kept me company for a while in the lobby and he did try to unsuccessfully calm me down for half an hour last night. He was in his final year of college, studying hotel management and taking an internship in the hotel as a final project. He alternates between different places for the duration of the semester, I was lucky enough to catch him while he was filling in as a concierge.

"That's what phones are for, love! You'll get to see me don't worry, I haven't had my fill of crazy stories from Kuwait just yet."

I loved his accent, I could literally listen to him talk all day. It used to make my ears bleed but it grew on me! Note to self: make 3azeez pick up the British accent.

"Yay! Okay, the day after your many shifts are up, we'll go out, you show me the real London and I'll tell you all you need to know about K-town, how's that?" I suggested.

"It's a date! My supervisor is glaring at me, did you want something specific? Or are you still having trouble with sleeping?" He asked.

"Oh oops!" I forgot he was still technically working, "Sorry! I actually managed to get in an hour, I'm calling about breakfast! I want hash browns. And bagels. And red bull!" I added.

"Red bull? Are you sure? That doesn't sound very healthy, love. Can I interest you in some grapefruit juice instead?" He offered.

"You may certainly not! I'm on vacation and I plan on getting fat and ugly." I declared huffily.

"Haha, I don't think that's possible. Alright then, there's a package that came for you this morning too, do you mind if I have them send it up with the breakfast tray?"

A package? I wonder who it's from. I crossed my fingers and hoped it was from a psychopathic secret stalker. It could make for an interesting twist for my short vacation. Get a little, "the call is coming from inside the house" action going on. It's easy for me to joke about these things when the sun is up, where was my sense of humor last night?

"Not at all, thanks Maaark!" I called out and hung up.

I rummaged through my bags for my clothes and settled on my grey leggings and light pink pullover. I towel-dried my hair, brushed it and left nature to run its course and afrosize my curls. I grabbed my laptop and jumped excitedly on the bed. Anticipation was building up as the blue and green fat msn icons danced around each other indicating that I was signing in. I shut my eyes tightly and crossed my fingers, hoping to find 3azeez online and squealed when my laptop pinged, telling me I was online and I saw his name across the screen. My excitement was short-lived when I realized his status was set to "Away". 3azeez was one of the very few people I knew who actually meant it when they set their statuses to "Away". I sighed and signed off quickly before anyone else would start talking, forcing me to make idle chatter.

I heard a knock on the door and called out for whoever it was to come in while I put my laptop neatly back in my bag smoothed out the creases I left on the bed.

"Good Morning Miss-" the bellhop stopped mid-sentence as he gazed, stunned, around the room. "I'm sorry, the room looks cleaner than it did when you checked in!" He stated sheepishly.

I laughed at his comment, "It really isn't, just more organized! I have a mild case of OCD, no biggie!"

I flashed him a smile and took the tray from him and set it down on the table. He stepped outside for a minute and came back with a box. I took it from him and waited for him to turn his back before bouncing excitedly with it in my hands. I forgot he was still in the room and proceeded to mimic the freaky throaty sound the spirit makes in "The Grudge" and shake the box simultaneously. I looked up to find him staring at me quizzically. I quickly dropped the box and grinned widely, hoping to make him forget the scene he just witnessed. He shook his head and left the room, chuckling quietly. I felt my face burning up, why do I do these things?

I opened up the box and felt my heart constricting. The amount I missed 3azeez at that particular moment was too intense for me to withstand. I picked up the stuffed penguin with the goofy grin and hugged it as tight as possible. I could smell his scent on it. I looked down to find that there were more things in the box. I picked up the DVD cases and laughed hysterically. It was too cute for words, he put in Madagascar 1 and 2, Surf's up, Happy Feet and March of the Penguins. A note fell from between the cases. "Didn't know what you were in the mood for, so pick your poison! Am I forgiven?" it read.

"Hell yeah you're forgiven!" I yelled at the note as I ran my fingers over his handwriting affectionately. I almost wanted to throw up at how sentimental and mushy he makes me, but I have to admit that I secretly enjoyed it. I was belatedly baffled at how he managed to get a package sent here all the way from kuwait in less than 4 hours. I suppose he could've ordered it all online and had it shipped but the note was handwritten.

It didn't occur to me that he may have hand delivered it until I heard a light tapping at my door. I instinctively knew it was him and felt my heart racing, trying to break through my ribcage and run into his welcoming arms. I placed both my hands over it, trying to contain its excitement. But the pumping only got louder with every step I took towards the door. I managed to free one of my hands to open the door and was greeted by the man I love leaning against the door frame and flashing me one of his devastating lopsided grins.

"Hi." I said in a barely audible whisper.

"Come here." he commanded as he pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me.

This moment, I want to freeze this moment for all eternity. I'm mourning its loss even as I find myself engulfed in his warm embrace, but I quickly push that thought to the back of my mind as I inhale his distinct scent and surrender every entity of my being to this man.

"Aakh." He breathed out. That single sound effect caused my heartbeats to escalate even more.

"That much?" I asked, intuitively knowing what it meant.

"W akthar ba3ad." He simply stated.

"I missed you more." I said as I pulled away to look at him. "I can't believe you're actually here. Kharoof." I teased.

"Na3am?" He asked in mock-seriousness.

"Kharoof? Not familiar? The animal? Sheep? Baaa baa?" I clarified. I really needed to stop it with the sound effects.

"No, baby, I know what a kharoof is, I just can't believe you actually pronounce it "kharewf"" he shot back.

I glared at him, "No actually, I pronounce it like this!" I said while flipping him off.

He burst out laughing, "Intay w ba3dain ma3ach? Mita btit2adibain?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes at him haughtily.

"La khala9, I've appointed myself to give out some disciplinary action. How do you feel about a little spanking?" He joked while wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I laughed at his comical expression, "How do you feel about hugging me again instead and we'll call it even?" I asked

He quickly obliged and we moved our little reunion back inside my room.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Foolish Games.. (21b)

To Gutter Flower, whose comments and amazingness are both sorely missed :* And to all of my patient readers, sorry walla, I know masakht'ha! But hopefully it's worth it? And I'm already working on part 22 thanks to the incredible powers and many threats from Lost aka Stitch aka Ritaj! <3


I attempted to get all the touristy activities out of my system in the first few hours right after I checked in, I figured it would be wise to avoid becoming the subject of Khalood's jokes for the next two weeks. He always teases me mercilessly about my reactions to seeing anything for the first time, apparently my excitement tickles him and inspires an uncontrollable need to share it with anyone who would listen.

It felt great to unwind in a foreign city after finals, I could almost feel all the worries and stress shedding away with every step I took and quickly being replaced with the elation associated with the independence I suddenly felt. It dawned upon me that I was free to explore at my leisure, no restrictions, no limitations, just me and the city. The possibilities were infinite and yet there was still something tugging at my heartstrings, stopping me from reaching any further stages of bliss. Him.

I was stunned at the realization that he was the key component missing in making these two weeks live up to their potential of being the vacation I will ever have. My fingers itched to reach into my pocket and dial his number but I came to my senses and realized that I never was one to fall under the cliche of the clingy girlfriend and I wasn't about to begin now. I gave myself a mini pep talk, tried to sweep thoughts of him under the rug and continued with my little adventure by myself.

"I can have fun without him." I chanted to myself repeatedly. I checked the urge to roll my eyes at myself the moment after the words left my mouth and carried on. Despite my valiant efforts to conclude my adventure, exhaustion inevitably took over by 7 o'clock and I headed back to the hotel. The bed called out to me the instant I walked through the doors and I found myself bewitched under its seductive spell. I didn't even bother changing or removing my shoes, I just walked straight to it, lay down and allowed myself to be engulfed by the crisp white sheets as all the sounds around me disappeared and I drifted off to sleep.


I woke up two hours later to the incessant vibrations of my phone, I checked to see the cause of the nuisance and discovered 5 messages from Juju, a message and a missed call from Khalood and an unknown number. To my consternation, I had gotten nothing from 3azeez, I sighed and called Juju without reading her messages. I figured they were all something along the lines of, "Dear Ghala, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit. You're the scum between my toes. Love, Ritaj." The Little Rascals was one of our favorite movies growing up and we had a falling out once in the 2nd grade because I didn't share my purple crayon with her. In my defense, she always left bite marks all over them and assumed they were edible! She found it fitting to retaliate to my refusal to share with the letter mentioned in the movie, only with our names instead. Last year, Juju was helping me pack when we were moving to our new house and we found the letter that had somehow survived 11 years and she used it as a reference whenever she was mad at me for any reason. Forgetting to let her know I arrived safely probably fell under that category.

"La walla? Look who finally decided to grace me with her call!" She admonished as soon as she picked up the phone.

"You can't see me right now but I'm working on the most adorable apologetic look in the history of the world!" I replied sheepishly.

"Uff fine, I'll take your word for it!" She said as she sighed resignedly, "How's the Big Ben treating you?" She asked excitedly.

"The big what now?" I asked

"The Big Ben! You know, like how New York is the Big Apple? London's the Big Ben!" She explained patiently. "Feels so good teaching you something!"

I honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This is worse than the time she told me Kenya was in Japan.

"Honey, Big Ben is a landmark IN London, it's not a nickname." I clarified.

"No way!" She replied, "You'd think they'd teach you something like that in school!"

"Um yeah.. education systems these days!" I played along.

"OH EM GEE. Yes, I just said all the letters separately and you will not complain because what I'm about to say is going to ba-lowww your mind." She screamed into the phone.

"Juju, baby gooly ily tabeena but for the love of god and all that is holy, volume control! Have mercy on my poor disoriented state of mind. And my eardrums. And my boyfriendlessness. And my uneven eyebrows. And-"

"OKAY FINE! Oops! I mean, okay fiiiine." She whispered into the phone. "So remember when I was in the states this summer visiting my aunt in the hospital? Once, I went down to get coffee and on my way up, I passed by Mr. Johnson's room and I saw this nun with the creepiest smile ever walla the whole atmosphere changed around her! It was soooo damn eerie! Anyway, she walked by and smiled at me. Two minutes later, I heard someone call a code thingie and like I went to see and he just flatlined! So I go talk to the head nurse and ask her if there's a church in the hospital and her eyes suddenly widen by like a whole inch and she asks if I saw a nun! Spooky much? So then she told me that every time someone dies in that hospital, they see this nun passing by, the SAME one! Oh my god, goosebumps!" She exclaimed as she paused for air.

I suddenly felt chills running up and down my spine, I rubbed my arms vigorously but I couldn't shake away the goosebumps that invaded my skin. "Ya kalba, I'm staying in a hotel all by myself, w Khalood is in the other side of the town, WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT?!"

I heard her laughter ring out from the other side, "Jeez Ghalooy, don't be such a baby, lemme continue! The scary part is, the other day, I was checking all these freaky ghost sites and what not and they basically have a map of everywhere in the US and they flag down areas with paranormal behavior reported and what not or anything of this sort. And guess. what. The hospital was flagged down and they mentioned something about the nun! You have my permission to freak out now!" She concluded happily.

"I hate you. I fucking hate you. I never want to speak to you again." I said as I jumped out of bed and ran over to switch on all the lights, as if they could somehow keep any killer nuns at bay. "I hope you realize the only reason you're still on the phone is cuz I'm freaked out beyond words right now!"

"Hahaha shouldn't have said that Ghalooooy," She said in a weird dracula-inspired voice. "I'm hanging up now, make sure to keep your doors locked, not that it would do you any good. Muwahahahaha." And with that she hung up and left me to listen to the dial tone.

I was officially scared. I don't usually scare easily but when you add the whole "alone in a foreign country" factor into the equation, it kinda changes everything. I called room service with nothing in mind and ended up chatting with the concierge for about half an hour. I grabbed a book and decided to go read it in the lobby. Surrounded by many people. You never know what might happen! But 5 hours and 2 books later, I was still no where near calm enough. I finally decided to grow a pair and try to go back to sleep. My eye kept wandering off to the nearby clock, 2.40.. 2.45.. 2.50... 2.55.. Screw this. I picked up my phone and punched in 3azeez's number, cliches be damned!

"Baby?" He answered confusedly.

I sighed in relief. I immediately felt better. I took a deep breath and launched into an explanation. "So you know how in The Exorcism Of Emily Rose the demons madri satan madri whoever it is comes out at 3 am? Yeah well it's 3 am ila 1 minute and 45 seconds and I know that means it's about 6 3indikum and I'm sorry, but Juju told me stupid stories earlier and I can't sleep and if something comes out to take me from under the bed or like sucks me in to a parallel universe through the bed, I want you to be on the other side of the phone listening to my screams, mmkay?" I said all in one breath.

"God, I miss you so much." He breathed deeply.

I smiled and shoved my heated face into the pillow, "Also, I want penguins." I mumbled into the phone.

I felt right at home when I heard his bark like laughter through the phone, "Mu tawwich you're scared and on the verge of tears, shyab penguins bilsalfa?"

"Kaifi!" I replied, "Besides, shako you tell me you miss me? This isn't a lovey dovey "I love you, I miss you" phone call! The purpose of this call is for you to make me feel better and to comfort me! Penguins comfort me, deal with it!" I replied. I realized I was being highly irrational but in my own retarded way, it was my way of telling him that I missed him too.

"Inshaalla.. Bacher ayeelich w inroo7 inshoof ilpenguins, shrayich?" He offered.

"Don't tease me, you're like a bajillion miles away!" I whined.

"True, true.. ma 3alaih. Wait, did you hear that?" He whispered suddenly.

"Did I hear what?" I asked with a worried inflection in my voice.

"Wait wait.. " he said and I held my breath while waiting for him to come back, "A3OOTHO BILLAH!" He yelled.

"WHAT WHAT?" I asked frantically.

I heard his laugh once again and realized he was only making fun of me, "You're too cute, wallah. You're making this way too easy."

"Baby.. you know what was funny about that?" I asked calmly.


"Nothing." I answered and hung up. I felt quite satisfied with my immaturity for the day and decided I could sleep now. Right on cue, I saw his number flashing on my phone and decided to let him sweat it out for a while. 1 missed call, 2.. if he made it to 4 I decided I was going to pick up and I ended up doing so.

"Khair?" I answered coolly.

"I love you." He said with the utmost sincerity in his voice. And just like that, all was forgiven. I hated that it was that simple, but it was. 'Frailty, thy name is woman!'

"I love you too."

"Good night baby."

"Good night."
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