The Culprit*

The bell rang. The sound of shuffling bags and screeching chairs filled the classroom. She started running, aware of the fact that two of her friends were behind her. Her heart started throbbing as her young legs carried her towards the grass.

"I'm first!!"

She yelled to her friends who were both tired and not interested in debating their way out of it. One of them left to eat since she wasn’t going to be first and the second was left to push the swing. She held her 50 fils between her teeth so as not to lose them. She didn't want to be the only one without chips from the cafeteria today. She got on the swing and her friend started pushing her. After a while, the swing started to slow down. She motioned to her friend to pick up the pace.

"I'm tired! It's your turn"

She positioned herself to jump off at the next push. Pulling her hair back and with all her force, she pushed herself off of the swing and landed on all fours. Something was wrong. She couldn't breathe. She realized what had happened and as her face started to get red, she motioned to her friend that something was wrong. The terrified young girl ran to the first teacher she saw pointing at her friend who was now on the grass coughing. Her friend had just swallowed 50 fils.

Gasping for air amidst the faces of worried teachers, she waited at the nurses' office holding her chest and trying to minimize the pangs of pain she felt. Her mother came running down the hallway only to find her 11 year old daughter in tears. She held her hand and started running towards her car; all the time hoping that they would make it to the hospital in time.

Speeding through the roads of Kuwait, they heard a thump. The daughter could see that her mothers face suddenly turned pale. She stopped her car and went outside. The daughter couldn't hear what her mother was saying on the phone but she managed to hear the words flat and tire. What the hell kind of day is this she thought. "I'm so going to die".

They waited until her father arrived. She hugged him because she knew he would make it all better. He drove them both to the hospital and waited as mother and daughter rushed to the emergency room. After necessary X-rays and inquiries, the doctor told her that she is lucky to be alive. The 50 fils has lodged itself right between her lungs and if it had been a 100 fils she would have surely died. He gave them both the option of extracting it or waiting for it to pass naturally through the system. Now that the risk of not being able to breathe has passed, it was nearly safe to let it be. The daughter, being the scared little coward she was, decided on the latter.

She was given 2 weeks. If the 50 fils did not pass through her system within that time limit, the doctors would have no choice but to extract it manually. Given nothing but a stick; she started her 2 weeks of checking on everything that passed through her system and found nothing. 2 weeks passed and scared of what might come, she lied to her mother and said that she found it and flushed it down the toilet.

A relived mother believed her lying daughter unaware of the consequences. Nothing happened to the daughter but she knew that one day, when she got older, she was going to blog about it.

*Thanks to Z for the title.

My Little Secret

I am facing writers-block. If you want to consider me a writer that is. I have absolutely nothing to post about and I'm not going to talk about "iPods" even though mos3ab is just WAITING for it.
Without further a due, here are more pictures. I promise I will have something atleast semi-serious to post about next time.


Share3 Dimashq Empty.



Da'er il Thani Empty.



Share3 Alkhaleej Empty.

The secret doorway.

Isn't he the cutest thing? He's the love of my life.

Word of the day: Qua. Sounds french to me.

Stupid Picture Post

My baby brother went to the match and I drew this flag with make-up. Don't ask me why I had green and yellow eye-shadow.

This is a lizard

The insides of a Maghfar

There was a charity event at the Regency and I was asked to volunteer on the weekend but I only went on wednesday because I'm just way too busy. It wasn't all that bad actually. I met a lot of interesting people.

We were selling this

And I got this

This is a couch in the middle of nowhere. It was looking out on mamsha 3dailiya.

This is a scar I inflicted on my friend's arm

My friend's scar after her operation. It's pretty sad :< (I have her permission to post this)

I had to go do the TV program thing tonight. They wouldn't let me in at first! Then I used my charm (and showed them my tarkhees) and they let me in.

I was about to leave when I suddenly saw Tareq Al-3aryan. For those of you who don't know him, he's a presenter on KTV2 and I had the hugest crush on him when I was a kid. I blushed when I saw him and he even talked to me! My sister thinks he looks 40 but I think he's in his late 20's. Just the way I like them. We also rode the elevator together, I had half a mind to do something but like always, my better half got the best of me.



I had a very long eventful week and tomorrow is a very big day. Wish me luck


Word of the day: Extraneous. I am trying to get rid of all the extraneous thoughts in my head so that I can focus and do well tomorrow.

7ayyakum Ma3rathna

I went to the PRES exhibition today at Corniche. I had read about it on a blog and it seemed pretty cool. I went with B and it wasn't all that bad actually. This isn't what I'm going to talk about though.

There were very hot fit men, but this also isn't the point of this post.




We went back to her place and started talking about how many new "designers" are emerging in Kuwait. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for young Kuwaiti talent and people encouraging them, but please don't go overboard with it. If you think that by cutting a piece of fabric from a blue shirt and placing a red patch instead makes you a designer; let me tell you my dear friend, you are very very wrong.

Kilmen hab ooh dab sar 3inda ma3rath and we are supposed to be happy and visit each and every one of them with huge fake smiles plastered on our faces? It's getting out of hand. Every day, I get a different invitation to a ma3rath. I go check it out and it's absolutely crap. There are a lot of talented women out there with beautiful taste but they're being overshadowed by all these ditzy girls who think that scribbling on a t-shirt qualifies them to open up their own boutique.

I understand that people have different tastes when it comes to clothes and what I deprecate, others might love but it's not about me not enjoying certain trends. It's about these girls who have no background in designing and have absolutely no passion towards it, suddenly deciding to take up my time and shaming me into visiting their galleries to look at shit. This stupid hype has turned into nation-wide monomania and I feel that it is my patriotic duty to tell these girls that they are only bringing it upon themselves.

Word of the day: Indomitable. I am indomitable.

Tagged by Dodo again

Lasts:


Last birthday? December 31st

Last meal? Pizza

Last spending splurge? I don't splurge. My mother and grandmother splurge on me :-p

Last time you cried? The day before yesterday

Last career? Volunteer work basically

Last website visited? Hotmail

Last person you spoke to? My mother

Last song you listened to? Julia Bu6ris - La ba7lammak

Last book you read? Freakonomics

Last TV show watched? CSI NY

Last person you IM’d? My aunt

Last word you said? Yumma, fee a7ad yayna ilyoum?


I tag: Izzi, Zizo, Prinseesa, OT, and anyone else who wants to do it.

Tagged by Istas again

My 15 most favourite things:




1) Waking up to missed calls and messages
2) Finding "my" couch when I go to starbucks 3dailiya
3) Beautiful weather
4) Great music on a long drive
5) Driving
6) The perfect watermelon
7) Salmon sushi
8) Discovering new hidden restaurants that end up being great
9) High heels
10) Black eye-liner and red lipstick
11) Reading
12) Watching episodes back-to-back
13) Birthday dinners
14) My pillow
15) Volunteer work