Finally!
I'm done with A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. I must say, it took me a while to finish reading it.
A couple of months ago everyone was talking about it; making this book an unforgettable celebrity. Especially Oprah who fell in love with this memoir. Hmmm.
Oprah Oprah Oprah. I thought you had good tastes in books. This was too painful to read. This read wasn't addictive at all.
About the book, I wasn't in love with it, but then again I didn't hate it either. My feelings were neutral. The memoir was too contemporarily written. I'm not sure I liked that. It's just that whenever I picked up that book I couldn't finish reading it. It doesn't happen to me that often. lol. Not that indulging.
The details, especially when James Frey visited the dentist, was too painful for me! Horrible! A drug addict and an alcoholic getting a new set of teeth and a couple of fillings without any anesthetic to "numb up" was just HORRIBLE . Grrrrrr.
And now I heard James Frey is guilty for embellishment and fabricating some details in his memoir?! That's just shocking to me.
Not sure what truth to believe in his memoir- feeling the drilling in his teeth, the secret meet up with Lilly, or a criminal friend called Leonard.
Pathetic? You tell me.
I'm just mad that my rollercoastered emotions during the whole read was gone to waste.
I've been robbed. And no. No embellishment involved here.
Update: Check this out for further info.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
R.I.P.
I knowwwwww...
It seems that I was abandoning my beloved blog. Weren't I?
It's just that I am beginning to lose hope. I'm not sure if this blog has an audience. If there are people reading, show some support. I just love it when I see a comment!! It makes my day believe it or not. ;c)
Anyways, I'm all alone at work. An hour ago I have received news from Mom that Shaikh Jaber Al Sabah has passed away (Don't my co-workers love holidays! Heeh). May he rest in peace. I smsed my beloved Kuwaiti friends (Allah i9abirkom inshallah) and they're a bit devastated even though they felt it coming.
Three days ago, while my family and I were camping, we heard the terrible news. The son of our King died in a tragic accident just 5 minutes away from our camping place. He was young; he was truely loved at school, as I heard it from my little sister. He has lived 14 years doing a lot for the mentaly challenged. Yet he would not graduate from HS. He would not get married. He would not even give back to the community.
Guys, please drive safely. Reckless driving will not get you anywhere.
--RIP
It seems that I was abandoning my beloved blog. Weren't I?
It's just that I am beginning to lose hope. I'm not sure if this blog has an audience. If there are people reading, show some support. I just love it when I see a comment!! It makes my day believe it or not. ;c)
Anyways, I'm all alone at work. An hour ago I have received news from Mom that Shaikh Jaber Al Sabah has passed away (Don't my co-workers love holidays! Heeh). May he rest in peace. I smsed my beloved Kuwaiti friends (Allah i9abirkom inshallah) and they're a bit devastated even though they felt it coming.
Three days ago, while my family and I were camping, we heard the terrible news. The son of our King died in a tragic accident just 5 minutes away from our camping place. He was young; he was truely loved at school, as I heard it from my little sister. He has lived 14 years doing a lot for the mentaly challenged. Yet he would not graduate from HS. He would not get married. He would not even give back to the community.
Guys, please drive safely. Reckless driving will not get you anywhere.
--RIP
Thursday, January 05, 2006
the.omani.witch
Which witch is which?! Which witch is which?! Which witch is witch?!
A week ago I was sitting at my Grandma's kitchen table with the aunts and cousins. We were conversing, gossiping, etc etc. I don't know how we landed talking about witches and crafts, and all that. But we just did. Mimi (Remember her? The chubby lady who had that unimaginable fall? hehehe) told a story about her friend's friend (call him UAEboy). It is 100% genuinely true and it's not an urban legend or anything.
Believe me you.
It is all true.
Spooookyooo.
Rabbadabbadooo.
And I'll be telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. So help me God! Heeh.
If you're up for a freaky story, then continue reading. If not, and you're afraid it'll cause you cramps, then hold your horses! I won't be responsible for any traumatic events. I repeat. I.will.not.be.responsible. Capiche? ;c)
Not long ago, UAEboy was an undergraduate studying in Sheeka Beeka (that's what I call the States). He used to have an Omani friend. Every day, the Omani knocks on UAEboy's door. And every day UAEboy opens the door to see the Omani standing there with a warm "7alwa" in his hand. the "7alwa" seemed not made long ago --it was probably an hour old. UAEboy was puzzled. How could this Omani guy get his hands on a warm, fresh "7alwa" in a place that is stranded of any khaleeji or arabic dishes for that matter?
Hmmmmm.
His curiousity made him ask the Omani bluntly.
The Omani loved to show him how he got the "7alwa", but he made him promise not to tell a soul about his secret.
Hmmmmm.
So it was time. The Omani guy woke UAEboy up before sunrise. He took him to a sea shore near their town. It was dark. The sun has still not risen. He commanded him to lye down on his back and close his eyes. He obediently did what he's been told --they both did. Their feet were at the tip of the water. UAEboy heard the Omani murmur what he believed was a witchcraft. One minute, he felt himself shiver like he was put in a freezer. The next minute he suddenly found himself lying on the Omani's bed, in the Omani's house, in Oman. He was scared shitless!
"Now you know where I get the fresh 7alwa from", said the Omani.
UAEboy wasn't believing what his naked eyes saw. He was silent for the whole trip.
The story doesn't stop here.
The Omani introduced him to the household. He showed his way to a very dark room. And inside the room there was an old dark man. When he came nearer, he saw the old man with long braided hair, sitting alone in a chair.
"Shit, what made me come here?! I should have never been that curious", thought UAEboy.
"I know what you're thinking, boy. You should be curious, because that's what made you come here", the old man utterly replied.
Gulp.. If I were in UAEboy's shoes I would kill myself.
Just before lunch time, Omani's sister came in carrying the tea. When UAEboy saw her he didn't believe his eyes. He saw a beautiful fair girl standing right beside him. Poor guy, he didn't know that the old man had cursed him.
It was lunch time then. Whenever UAEboy looked at his dish, all he could see was that magical beautiful girl. She always pops on his plate. He couldn't even eat.
After they're done, UAEboy said his goodbyes and headed back with Omani guy to travel again. So they laid on the bed and the Omani started murmuring. UAEboy felt the chill and then found himself on the shore, in the States again.
Damn. The girl keeps popping in his mind, in his dishes, in his apartment. He keeps visualizing her everywhere.
A day after, he confessed to Omani guy. He knew his old man cursed his friend.
So he handed him her picture to look at. All UAEboy saw was an ugly duckling; so ugly he couldn't lay his eyes on the picture. He asked who she was.
"That's the beautiful girl that you were confessing your love to", Omani guy said.
Hehehe. Poor UAEboy.
After Mimi was done, we all had the wide eyes open mouth expression on our faces.
The one thing that stuck to my mind is that it's a cheap way to travel. No buying tickets involved. Heeh!
A week ago I was sitting at my Grandma's kitchen table with the aunts and cousins. We were conversing, gossiping, etc etc. I don't know how we landed talking about witches and crafts, and all that. But we just did. Mimi (Remember her? The chubby lady who had that unimaginable fall? hehehe) told a story about her friend's friend (call him UAEboy). It is 100% genuinely true and it's not an urban legend or anything.
Believe me you.
It is all true.
Spooookyooo.
Rabbadabbadooo.
And I'll be telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. So help me God! Heeh.
If you're up for a freaky story, then continue reading. If not, and you're afraid it'll cause you cramps, then hold your horses! I won't be responsible for any traumatic events. I repeat. I.will.not.be.responsible. Capiche? ;c)
Not long ago, UAEboy was an undergraduate studying in Sheeka Beeka (that's what I call the States). He used to have an Omani friend. Every day, the Omani knocks on UAEboy's door. And every day UAEboy opens the door to see the Omani standing there with a warm "7alwa" in his hand. the "7alwa" seemed not made long ago --it was probably an hour old. UAEboy was puzzled. How could this Omani guy get his hands on a warm, fresh "7alwa" in a place that is stranded of any khaleeji or arabic dishes for that matter?
Hmmmmm.
His curiousity made him ask the Omani bluntly.
The Omani loved to show him how he got the "7alwa", but he made him promise not to tell a soul about his secret.
Hmmmmm.
So it was time. The Omani guy woke UAEboy up before sunrise. He took him to a sea shore near their town. It was dark. The sun has still not risen. He commanded him to lye down on his back and close his eyes. He obediently did what he's been told --they both did. Their feet were at the tip of the water. UAEboy heard the Omani murmur what he believed was a witchcraft. One minute, he felt himself shiver like he was put in a freezer. The next minute he suddenly found himself lying on the Omani's bed, in the Omani's house, in Oman. He was scared shitless!
"Now you know where I get the fresh 7alwa from", said the Omani.
UAEboy wasn't believing what his naked eyes saw. He was silent for the whole trip.
The story doesn't stop here.
The Omani introduced him to the household. He showed his way to a very dark room. And inside the room there was an old dark man. When he came nearer, he saw the old man with long braided hair, sitting alone in a chair.
"Shit, what made me come here?! I should have never been that curious", thought UAEboy.
"I know what you're thinking, boy. You should be curious, because that's what made you come here", the old man utterly replied.
Gulp.. If I were in UAEboy's shoes I would kill myself.
Just before lunch time, Omani's sister came in carrying the tea. When UAEboy saw her he didn't believe his eyes. He saw a beautiful fair girl standing right beside him. Poor guy, he didn't know that the old man had cursed him.
It was lunch time then. Whenever UAEboy looked at his dish, all he could see was that magical beautiful girl. She always pops on his plate. He couldn't even eat.
After they're done, UAEboy said his goodbyes and headed back with Omani guy to travel again. So they laid on the bed and the Omani started murmuring. UAEboy felt the chill and then found himself on the shore, in the States again.
Damn. The girl keeps popping in his mind, in his dishes, in his apartment. He keeps visualizing her everywhere.
A day after, he confessed to Omani guy. He knew his old man cursed his friend.
So he handed him her picture to look at. All UAEboy saw was an ugly duckling; so ugly he couldn't lay his eyes on the picture. He asked who she was.
"That's the beautiful girl that you were confessing your love to", Omani guy said.
Hehehe. Poor UAEboy.
After Mimi was done, we all had the wide eyes open mouth expression on our faces.
The one thing that stuck to my mind is that it's a cheap way to travel. No buying tickets involved. Heeh!
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