The Girl With No Face

Uncle Saddam. You were the only LEADER in the ARAB world with guts. the only LEADER who stood up and said “No!” to Americans. The only man with courage.

I salute you.Uncle Saddam. You were the MAN that gave free education to my mum, dad, uncles and aunts. you were the man that if it weren’t for you, my family would be dirt poor and not in all the great places they actually are now in life. I owe you.Uncle Saddam. When i was in Iraq Back in the mid 1980’s, i remember, YOUR country was beautiful. YOUR people were happy. Rich with beauty, love, laughter and money.

I am proud of you.Uncle Saddam. You were PROUD to be an Arab. From the beginning till the end. I respect you.Uncle Saddam. You were a true LEADER, but being a leader is often the loneliest job. I admire you.Uncle Saddam. We called you Uncle Saddam like all children of Iraq called you back then. I Love you.Uncle Saddam. I can’t believe you’re gone. I will miss you.

rules for listening to this song:

- if you have speakers, crank them up
- if you use a laptop, wear headphones
- put your phone on silent
- make sure you won’t be disturbed
- click play
- listen to the words and feel them and the music
- understand the words
- then when you finish listening to the song, tell me how it made you feel

p.s. it made me hear my own heart beats.

till what age are parents allowed to give their kids curfews?
i am 23 and am getting shit for staying out till 11.
i have friends who are 19 and don’t have a curfew.

am i being unreasonable?

or Happy Chrismukkah..
whichever you prefer.

I’ve been looking forward to today. i hope its a good day.

i love you guys.

Mess with my head, Mess with me! But do NOT mess with my freedom!

Once u take away my keys, my way out, i break down.

fuck you fuckers.
I remember my childhood well.
this is why i feel so unloved.
i remember it well.

always, I am wrong.
always, I am to blame.
always, I am the one that sacrifices.

when i complain and demand my rights, I’m being ungrateful.

fuck u fuckers.
Don’t worry, i want to get away from you too.
i can hurt you too.

u never hear me. u never hear me. u never hear me. u never hear me.

Love,
The fat one

p.s. how can u act like nothing happened? how is it so easy?

Gastric Bypass Surgery, Roux-en-Y Yay or Nay?

WOOHOO!! Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows…

scary title! kinda makes me think that Harry just might die in the 7th book. but fingers crossed, he walks out of it with nothing more than a curse scar Borders also sent me this:

which means its coming out soon.. HOPEFULLY 7/7/07!! amazing date!!p.s. I DON’T care if anyone thinks I’m a dork!! I’m a Harry Potter FREAK and DAMN proud of it!!!!!!!!!!!!! .. i love this ..

..to a chick! Minus

- Grab the closest book to you.
- Open page 123.
- Scroll down to the 5th sentence.
- Post the next 3 sentences on your blog.
- Name the book and the author.
- Tag 3 people.

“However, Hermes (the Greek Mercury, and in this case the symbol of the onward thrust of mankind’s scientific discovery) proves to have been quite literally, playing with fire, for he finds himself eaten, in his turn by Vulcan, the blacksmith, whose domination fire is (as it of Hephaestus, with whom he is often identified). The sun, in the guise of Apollo, the great moral champion, is not so easily cowed by human actions, though, and soon shows Hephaestus who is the real boss of fire, as Milton describes in Paradise Lost, Book I, from line 742 onwards:

Sheer o’er the crystal battlements: from morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer’s day, and with the setting sun
Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star.”

(Naustradamus: the complete prophecies for the future, by Mario Reading)

I’m tagging…

H.
Entaifah
aaaaaand Wa7ed Mitmallel

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i fell of the couch laughing

- be thin
- fall deeply and madly in love — helplessly and unconditionally
- be in the midst of friends and make a toast with champaign and say “champaign for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends”
- slow dance in the rain with my lover (look #2)
- make a snow angel
- snowboard on the Alps
- own 50 pairs of christian louboutin shoes including the pink chiffon ones from sex and the city
- run a marathon
- get drunk and not throw up
- take a shower with my lover
- get a tiny heart shaped tattoo on my hip
- have my period but have no pain
- lose my virginity
- love myself
- have a deep dark secret
- be hypnotized
- buy my dream 7000 dinar computer
- live in a duplex
- build my one floor dream house with a basement and an amazing garden and a pool with a swing chair and an amazing kitchen and a dream bathroom and a closet with those rotating thingies that you hang your clothes on
- get my nose pierced without it getting infected
- own a cat
- learn Spanish
- have a secret admirer
- watch all three godfather movies one after the other
- read the 7th harry potter book :S
- not have a curfew
- work abroad
- be successful at a job that involved a lot of traveling
- win an award
- effect someone’s life and make it better
- be happy
- have a flat stomach
- understand myself
- have someone understand me
- wear a red dress on my wedding day
- have multiple orgasms
- find a thoughtful man
- learn how to salsa with a partner
- salsa in my wedding with my husband
- cut my hair short short.
- bunjee jumping
- sky diving
- have the perfect kiss
- Spend New Year’s in Vegas
- find a job i love
- overcome my fear of failure
- have a drink named after me
- donate blood
- meet a Bahraini man my age whose intelligent, intellectual, gorgeous and reads books (and who is not an asshole or full of himself and is completely oblivious to his gorgeousness)
- do something that will be remembered long after i die

fuck everyone who plays mind games..
fuck everyone who plays mind games just for the fuck of it..
fuck everyone who ever fucking fucked with my mind just because I’m nice..

fuck you fuckers

Why do we forgive and forget? i insist that the concept is incorrect.

once you forgive (but never forget, i dun care how much you guys insist you forget, you never do) .. anyway, once you forgive, this gives the other person the opportunity to do the same hurtful thing again and again and again.

and since you’ve already forgiven them once. why not again and again and again.

all my life, I’ve had amazing friends. i still do, but the more i know people, the more i realize how lucky i have been.

to me, the definition of friendship is:

two people who get along. they have good energy together. they can trust each other to a certain point. are there for each other. and basically, these friends add to each other’s quality of life.

my best friend, who i met when i was ten, is still my best friend. I’ve never had a fight with her.. EVER…

and I’m not saying its perfect. i mean the reason why i feel i don’t have problems with my friends is because I’m a good friend. if I’m sure of one thing in this world, its that i am a good friend.

if i do make mistakes, my friends know that i never mean to hurt and that its not intentional. THATS how good of a friend i think i am.

it was the one thing that i was sure of.

till i met THEM.

I’m a good friend to them. but they keep being hurtful and telling me that i do everything wrong. they keep telling me that I’m not good enough. they keep trying to improve me. they keep telling me about what people say when they criticize me.

given that they can be really loving and fun and funny and that deep down, they are actually very good people, I’ve never felt so low.

you know whats sad? I’ve never had problems with my friends before, so i didn’t know how to react. i mean, if they’d hurt me, I’d shut up, thinking it would go away. so then i became a pushover.

but now i decided that everyone makes a big deal over the smallest things, why can’t i stand up for myself? so i started talking back. now I’m the problem maker.

friendship is not supposed to be this hard right??

the easiest thing to do is to leave right?

i’ve had the worst couple of days..
i’m on my period.
i’ve come down with the flu.
i’ve been pissy with people and fighting with my friends left and right.
crying for no reason.

one good thing in the last couple of days: we put up my friends Christmas tree.

we spent a fortune the last couple of days buying really really funky tree ornaments. so now we see if it pays off.

I’m not leaving the house until there’s a place to go.

- this place has to not be crowded.
- this place has to ban these assholes with ghitra and 3gaal and can’t move their heads in fear that the ghitra will fall!!
- this place has to not be in adlya or gudaybeya
- this place has to have really good coffee
- this place has to NOT be Starbucks
- this place has to have comfortable couches and has to have yummy food
- this place has to be mine .. miiiiiiiiiine…

dammit.. i need to get my own place ..

i always thought that the hijab was illogical, but no one has ever agreed with me, or even agreed to discuss it with me. except my family of course. its always been a given to most of the people i know ..

here and here are the best two damn articles about hijab that have probably ever been written.