I guess Mahmood beat me to it.
A month of culture festival. Sounds exciting!
If you're in Bahrain or willing to visit during the month of March (F1 Fever), please get a chance to watch some wonderful shows.
Sunday 12th March 2006 at 8:30PM I'll be occupying one of the seats in Arad Fort enjoying the Pitt Jazz All-Stars performance. All that jazz baby! One of my all time favorite jazz/blues singer is Billie Holiday. Uh! That woman could sing .. sorrowfully!
I also grew attached to Hanine's style of songs. Old Arabic music sang with cuban/latin tunes. It's soothing. Might be occupying a seat for her show too!
12th March is going to be one heck of a day! I'm starting it with the Formula 1 race (Go Raikkonen) and I'm presuming I'd see a familiar crowd out there; ending it with a wonderful evening listening to some jazz. Better go buy me a McLaren shirt as an act of support.
Please do check out the shows. The tickets range from BD20 ($55.4), BD15 ($41.6), and BD7 ($19.4). It's a bargain don't you think?!
I leave you now with Diana Krall, Cry Me a River (originally sang by Barbara Streisand).
Enjoy!
© 2001 Diana Krall, Cry Me a River, from the album: The Look of Love. Powered by Castpost
Monday, February 27, 2006
what.a.small.world
I finally met the girl who may be my competitor in the Strategic Department. We both graduated from the same high school, we both were athletic back then, our moms even gave birth to us in the same month/year.
Our horopscope says:
Aquarius girls tend to be "Friendly, humanitarian, inventive, independent, and intellectual. On the other hand, they're unemotional and detached". Hmm. I'll stick to the former part, thank you very much. After all we're the water carriers. ;c)
We're the youngest engineers in that department and we both love what we're doing. I've been working here for the past 9 months. She's been working here for the past 3 weeks. I might have a head start here. However, she does have Masters in Project Management, while I only have a B Sc in Civil Engineering. I met her in the elevator today and she recognized me. Really sweet girl.
"Ah we finally meet! They've been telling me about you! N.A. this and N.A. that. I said I better meet that girl and see how she is", she said.
"Hehehe, they told me about you too! And I thought I knew your face. I've been busy getting ready for the next training location, but I usually visit the 7th floor once in a while to have a chitchat with Rod (my boss), but I never bumped into you.", I happily said ending it with "I hope we meet soon!" when it was time to get off the elevator.
Mashallaa, she looks exactly like her cousin who everybody had a crush on back in high school. Let's call him Mr. He's Got it All. Even nonnah had a crush on him when we were in elementary. Who didn't? LOL. She revealed her secret couple of months back when we were bringing back our secretive puppy love alive from our dusty mind.
I was amazed by Mr. He Got It All's athletic ability but I didn't have a crush on him. In fact, I was in love with a cute little boy who had auburn straight hair and pinky cheeks. I was 11 years old. I imagined moi being the Barbie in this relationship, and him being the Ken. C'mon, we all had innocent wild imaginations and mine was this. We would have been really CUTE! Unfortunately it did not work out.
I hated that Ken when he hit puberty. He acted like he's ALL that. Pffft he was a dumb ass.
Getting back to Mr. He Got It All, I definitely remember him clearly, more so from KGs all the way through Middle School. We used to be in the same classes.
During Phys. Ed. two captains were hand picked by the teacher. When I was one, I picked him 'cause we both had the sportsmanship and we so wanted to kick ass (nothing more). Fearing of gossips in the air and hearing "Naa nana nanaaa naa N.A. has a crush on someone" from my fellow class, I tried choosing a couple of good kids before him. Ugh! We were such guiltless kids! I miss those old days. You can be whatever you want to be; mischievous, angelic, smarty pants..everything and nobody could utter a word except for bullies, and I don't think we had those in our grade. Hmm. I don't remember.
I think nonnah liked him ever since she knew he was related to the great man who said:
I'll ask Genie to take me back in time. That will be my first wish out of the three. I shoulda gotten that magic lamp and rubba dub dub rub it.
Our horopscope says:
Aquarius girls tend to be "Friendly, humanitarian, inventive, independent, and intellectual. On the other hand, they're unemotional and detached". Hmm. I'll stick to the former part, thank you very much. After all we're the water carriers. ;c)
We're the youngest engineers in that department and we both love what we're doing. I've been working here for the past 9 months. She's been working here for the past 3 weeks. I might have a head start here. However, she does have Masters in Project Management, while I only have a B Sc in Civil Engineering. I met her in the elevator today and she recognized me. Really sweet girl.
"Ah we finally meet! They've been telling me about you! N.A. this and N.A. that. I said I better meet that girl and see how she is", she said.
"Hehehe, they told me about you too! And I thought I knew your face. I've been busy getting ready for the next training location, but I usually visit the 7th floor once in a while to have a chitchat with Rod (my boss), but I never bumped into you.", I happily said ending it with "I hope we meet soon!" when it was time to get off the elevator.
Mashallaa, she looks exactly like her cousin who everybody had a crush on back in high school. Let's call him Mr. He's Got it All. Even nonnah had a crush on him when we were in elementary. Who didn't? LOL. She revealed her secret couple of months back when we were bringing back our secretive puppy love alive from our dusty mind.
I was amazed by Mr. He Got It All's athletic ability but I didn't have a crush on him. In fact, I was in love with a cute little boy who had auburn straight hair and pinky cheeks. I was 11 years old. I imagined moi being the Barbie in this relationship, and him being the Ken. C'mon, we all had innocent wild imaginations and mine was this. We would have been really CUTE! Unfortunately it did not work out.
I hated that Ken when he hit puberty. He acted like he's ALL that. Pffft he was a dumb ass.
Getting back to Mr. He Got It All, I definitely remember him clearly, more so from KGs all the way through Middle School. We used to be in the same classes.
During Phys. Ed. two captains were hand picked by the teacher. When I was one, I picked him 'cause we both had the sportsmanship and we so wanted to kick ass (nothing more). Fearing of gossips in the air and hearing "Naa nana nanaaa naa N.A. has a crush on someone" from my fellow class, I tried choosing a couple of good kids before him. Ugh! We were such guiltless kids! I miss those old days. You can be whatever you want to be; mischievous, angelic, smarty pants..everything and nobody could utter a word except for bullies, and I don't think we had those in our grade. Hmm. I don't remember.
I think nonnah liked him ever since she knew he was related to the great man who said:
يؤنسني مصباحكِ البعيدْ
يومِض خلف لعنة الظلامِ
كابتسامة الرجاء
أحس أن الليل بات
.. جدولاً من السنى
وأننا في زورقٍ مُجَنَّحٍ
..أنا وأنت وحدنا
نطوف ُ مابين النجومْ
ونستريح في القمرْ
I'll ask Genie to take me back in time. That will be my first wish out of the three. I shoulda gotten that magic lamp and rubba dub dub rub it.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
uhh.what's.up.doc?
I was watching an episode of Grey's Anatomy a while ago. Btw, did I ever mention how much I'm in love with that show (after ER that is)! Everyone in that hospital got laid. It's funny. It's a zoo in there. Woohoo! I think it smells like one too. Interns, residents, and attendents running around like untamed animals. I discovered the show after watching the Golden Globe Awards, and here came Sandra Oh carrying her "goldy man" that she won as a supporting actress. Sandra Oh acting in a series with her comedic act? I gotta see that (I SOO loved her in Under the Tuscan Sun)! Plus I get so appealled to doctors show probably 'cause they have guts and deal with them too.
Anyways, I got tuned in one of the first episodes of Grey's Zootomy (oops Anatomy) and an attendent was operating on an old lady's chest. Suprisingly enough, while in the OP, he pulled off a towel from her lungs that was left 5 years ago by another attendent (it turned out to be him). So yeah, a towel was pulled off from a patient's lungs.
That's pure carelessness to me.
Two weeks ago a steriled bandage was pulled off from my grandma's intestine. Once it was removed, the surgeon guessed it was about 7 to 10 years old. Layers of cells and bateria were growing on it. It's absurd really. This time was a cloth, but next time it'll be a forgotten tongs or a knife. Heck or even a stethoscope!
He got away with it. How could that happen? I blame it on the poor hospital managment here. I don't think we have an assessment of doctor's competence. It seems he lacked liability and forgot that he had a human life under his hands. I still can't believe he forgot a roll of bandage in my granny's stomache. If that had occurred in the States, a huge settlement will be knocking on the patient's door.
PS. Don't get me wrong, I'm very fond of docs, but there are good cops as there are bad cops if you know what I mean.
PPS. Seriously, go watch that show. It's "like" kewl.
Anyways, I got tuned in one of the first episodes of Grey's Zootomy (oops Anatomy) and an attendent was operating on an old lady's chest. Suprisingly enough, while in the OP, he pulled off a towel from her lungs that was left 5 years ago by another attendent (it turned out to be him). So yeah, a towel was pulled off from a patient's lungs.
That's pure carelessness to me.
Two weeks ago a steriled bandage was pulled off from my grandma's intestine. Once it was removed, the surgeon guessed it was about 7 to 10 years old. Layers of cells and bateria were growing on it. It's absurd really. This time was a cloth, but next time it'll be a forgotten tongs or a knife. Heck or even a stethoscope!
He got away with it. How could that happen? I blame it on the poor hospital managment here. I don't think we have an assessment of doctor's competence. It seems he lacked liability and forgot that he had a human life under his hands. I still can't believe he forgot a roll of bandage in my granny's stomache. If that had occurred in the States, a huge settlement will be knocking on the patient's door.
PS. Don't get me wrong, I'm very fond of docs, but there are good cops as there are bad cops if you know what I mean.
PPS. Seriously, go watch that show. It's "like" kewl.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
if.dubai.can.do.it.kuwait.can.do.it.too!
"If a builder builds a house for a man and does not make its construction firm and the house collapses and causes the death of the owner of the house – that builder shall be put to death. If it destroys property, he shall restore whatever it destroyed, and because he did not make the house firm he shall rebuild the house which collapsed at his own expense. If a builder builds a house for a man and does not make its construction meet the requirement and a wall falls – that builder shall strengthen the wall at his own expense."
-The Code of Hammurabi, 2250 B.C.
I want to see this code applied on the 1 km (plus a meter) skyscraper. Who seconds me on that?
Architects don't even give a rat's ass about the difficulty that will be encountered on behalf the structural engineers for getting this huge infrastrucuture up and working.
Piling foundation would bare a lot of stress I'd say.
But as my dear Napoléon exclaimed, "Impossible n'est pas français!"
Way to go Kuwait.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
zip-a-dee-doo-dah.zip-a-dee-ay
Unbelievable!
I have a sister who sucks at driving.
She called me with a frantic voice , "Come back up the car for me! There's an accident infront of me near your Ministry and I don't know what to do! Yalla Come!"
Sure bossy nonnah I said to myself! "Right away!" I told her.
I always drop her off to work first since we share a car. No big deal. Her work is one traffic away.
It was raining a half hour ago and people here think they were driving on eggshells. So we were late. Fearing I would not find a parking spot and that would lead me to park on the other side of a 2-way road and walk across it, and I hate to walk across infront of all the cars (call me a scardy cat), I decided to drop myself off first and let nonnah take the car to her work.
Okayyy.. So the next thing I hear after turning on my office lights, is nonnah's don't-know-what-to-do voice. So I rush downstairs taking the fabulous and luxurious 10'by10' cubicle and run towards the street. What do I see? Cars stuck behind our car wanting to turn left, but nonnah blocked the turn. Poor folks. LOL.
I hopped in the driver's seat and took control.
Out of all this I forgot my cell phone in the car. I even waved at her like an idiot.
I was the idiot but she was the girl who didn't know how to reverse a car! Heeh!
I have a sister who sucks at driving.
She called me with a frantic voice , "Come back up the car for me! There's an accident infront of me near your Ministry and I don't know what to do! Yalla Come!"
Sure bossy nonnah I said to myself! "Right away!" I told her.
I always drop her off to work first since we share a car. No big deal. Her work is one traffic away.
It was raining a half hour ago and people here think they were driving on eggshells. So we were late. Fearing I would not find a parking spot and that would lead me to park on the other side of a 2-way road and walk across it, and I hate to walk across infront of all the cars (call me a scardy cat), I decided to drop myself off first and let nonnah take the car to her work.
Okayyy.. So the next thing I hear after turning on my office lights, is nonnah's don't-know-what-to-do voice. So I rush downstairs taking the fabulous and luxurious 10'by10' cubicle and run towards the street. What do I see? Cars stuck behind our car wanting to turn left, but nonnah blocked the turn. Poor folks. LOL.
I hopped in the driver's seat and took control.
Out of all this I forgot my cell phone in the car. I even waved at her like an idiot.
I was the idiot but she was the girl who didn't know how to reverse a car! Heeh!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
i.can't.sleep
It's 4:07 in the morning and I can't sleep. It happens to me once in a while -- being insomniac. I think I worry too much. Well yes. I worry a lot lately. About what? I don't know. Maybe I'm worried about Granny who's abroad for an operation (nothing serious). Or about my brother who is doing his pilgrimage. Or maybe about nonnah who is sleep talking on the phone as I speak (type). Or about my 16 year old sis who's slumber partying in one of her friends house. How come I never slumber partied when I was at that age? Oh yeah. I remember. Mom and Dad didn't let us. I'm all jealous now. Girls nowadays get what they want in a jiffy. I guess we weren't complaining enough. Oh well. Maybe I'm just feeling lonely now and have no one to talk to, so I'm sabotaging my cute little blog with my raves. I just don't know anything anymore. Today I heard some say "I never knew what I wanted in life. But ever since I gave birth to my baby girl my life is all focused and centered". Isn't that sweet? I think I need to get a kid. Of my own. And that means me getting married first. And that means me being committed. Commitment and I don't get along. I wasn't committed to my bonsai tree. And now its dead. I wasn't committed to my tomato plant. And look what happened? Dad gets to take over the job. I know I would sound stupid tomorrow when I reread this post. Life... what do you know. it works with you at times and it works against you when you need it the most.
I had Tylenol cold night pills and it's not working its magic. U think I should sue? lol. Ohh I'm all sweaty right now. Hottt.
End of the show.
;)
I had Tylenol cold night pills and it's not working its magic. U think I should sue? lol. Ohh I'm all sweaty right now. Hottt.
End of the show.
;)
Saturday, February 04, 2006
quarter.of.a.century.(happy.bday.2.me)
It's that time of year.
Gonna be 25 tomorrow. Gulp.
Twin sis and I were planning on doing something wild--out of the ordinare. We're not of planners I'd say, 'cause we still haven't thought of something naughtyyyyy. lol.
No chickening out. We need ideas. Quick! Any suggestions you guys??!
Oh, btw, did I mention that I'm single? And my wish on my 25th birthday is: to try something new! So congratulate me; I am beginning to accept the idea of saying buhbyee to spinsterhood! Is that even a word? 'Cause I'm afraid the train will depart any time soon and I don't want to miss it! I need to go find me a suitor. LOL. I hope it's not all talk.
BUT I need to go wild beforehand.
Soooo, fill my blog with suggestions plz!
YUMMY.
This goes to Sarah F.: Sweety! Are you still up for the blind date thingy? HAHAHAHAHA.
[Update: Ok. What's going on? Whenever I publish this post it disappears from my blog. Anybody knows why?]
Sunday, January 29, 2006
i'm.feeling.duped.too.oprah
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.
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 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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