Saturday, March 26, 2011

بنت الملتحي ما تستحي :)

من زمان مو كاتبة عربي و احتريت من سلاشي و قررت أكتب عن الإبداع اللي صار اليوم. العنوان مالة شغل بالبوست بس أحب المثل حدا يعبر عن حالتي لووول :p

اليوم قايمة من الصبح (11:30، أي هذا صبحي!) عشان كنا أنا و ميشو بنروح العدان(بيت الزوارة) نزهب حق عيد ميلاد بنت خالتي بتكمل 18. عاد أنا أموت بالعيد ميلادات مثل ما تدرون فدايما أرتز بس يصير أكو تخطيط حق أي نوع من الحفلات.

المهم، رحنا و زهبنا قشنا و تفخنا تفافيخنا و يبنا الكيكة و ما نشوف اللا ولد خالي إييب صحن ويترسا كريمة عشان نقطا على ويها بس تدش الدار. أقولكم صعدناها و غنينا شوية و وصخنا الدنيا كريمة و صورنا و فجأة (دن دن دن) ما تشوف اللا غبرة و حوسة. طبعا إحنا كلنا قاعديين برا انتطمش و المشكلة إنا قاعد ندخل اليهال و الكبار مرتزين برا لووول.

عاد ظلينا برا صورنا و عبطنا على بنت خالتي إنها مسرع ما قبست. طبعا دخلنا و مازال مشروع الضغاط مستمر واحنا كالعادة ماخذينها ضحك و مصخرا. و أحسن شيء بالسالفة إنا الأمهات كانو برا جان شيفكنا من الدرامة!

و مدام السالفة صار فيها حكرا و متجابلين صار ما عندنا شي نسوي اللا إنا نلعب جنجفة و ناكل لأننا كويتيين و هذا اللي فالحيين في :p

و طبعا لازم نأخذ بريك و نصيد على البرودكاستات السخيفة. اللي يقولك مو كل شي ضحك واللي يقولك يوم القيامة وكل من صار نبي على روسنا. و لعبتها تدز برودكاستات طنازة حق اللي حاطين بيرسونال "ما يضحك ذكرو الله". و الله الحقارة وناسة و ما تحلا اللا على العاهات شسوي يعني! يا أخي مادري ليش الناس مأخذا الحياة جد زيادة عن اللزوم؟ يعني والله الضحك مو حرام هونوها و تهون (درر :D).

المهم، الحين وصلت البيت أبي أنام ماني قادرة خشمي مسدود (عبالكم ما راح اتحلطم؟ غلطانييين!!) و أمس اليهال نامو عندي و طبعا وضعي صعب أحس قاعدة بسبة الإدرينالين (حسست روحي إني صج الحين!). باجر خواتي بيونا معا اليهال بعد، الله كرييييم!

Friday, March 25, 2011

Wa7sh Twitter?

Twitter is where I unleash my stalker tendencies, I created an account for that reason alone. I don't tweet much, and if I did it's only because I can't put whatever I was tweeting about anywhere else.

I'm used to blocking anyone who follows me unless I'm following them back, because once again I don't tweet so why would you follow me ya 5aroof?

A couple of days ago I noticed that I had a new follower (I have 3 followers so it doesn't take much to notice), so I checked his profile to decide if he's worth following or blocking. What I found was so interesting (??) and now I'm not sure what to do!

So this guy is following 3 Sumaiahs (myself included). He RTed one of my ancient tweets then tweeted what I'm presuming is a reply (not sure if he was trolling or flirting, major fail on his behalf :p). This is creepy right? The normal thing would be blocking him, but I'm so curious and I want to know what's that all about. I haven't decided if I should be scared, flattered or amused!

What should I do? And if you're reading this, then what the hell dude?

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Doctor Stupid

I'm so mad at the universe at the moment.

Some of you already know that my best friend has MS and she's having difficulties with her studies, what with her having to leave for weeks at a time when going through an episode. Yesterday was the first day she attended classes this semester and what one of her instructors told her made her so insecure that she's actually considering dropping out!

She's a strong woman who, in spite of all the difficulties that she going through, is still managing to seek knowledge and be productive. Why would you want to put such a person down?

You're supposed to be educated, with a so called PhD, didn't they teach you how to deal with a human being without degrading them to nothing? You're nothing but a stupid asshole who's not good enough to even talk to her. I pity you for your narrow mindedness you ignorant fool!

I'm so pissed off, I could barely breath...

Monday, March 21, 2011

Shame

I've finally started reading Salman Rushdie's Shame and I must tell you that I'm in love!

"You see before you, a fellow who is not even the hero of his own life; a man born and raised in the condition of being out of things. Heredity counts, dontyouthinkso?"

"Wherever I turn, there is something of which to be ashamed. But shame is like everything else; live with it for long enough and it becomes part of the furniture"

"Every story one chooses to tell is a kind of censorship, it prevents the telling of other tales..."

If I was to be granted one wish, I'd wish for his mind...

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Why Won't You Bleed?

First of, happy birthday little brother :*

I'm going to try and put this in the most polite language that I could come up with, even though the polite thing would be not to post about it, but when have I ever said that I am?

Ohhh dear blog how I've missed you! And you too bloggers, but not that much I must admit, lool!
This is where I tell you to not proceed if you're not interested in my PMS induced rants.

So I've been kinda busy babysitting my nephews from hell and vowing to never have kids of my own. No one ever warned me that having doctors in the family's that consuming. Silly me, I thought that not choosing that path is the end of my problems!
My sister's new rotation has changed life as I've known it dramatically, and now having the kids sleep over twice a week and visiting on almost daily bases is the new reality. Don't get me wrong, I love helping my sister out, I'll do anything for her because she's my sister! Yes, I am a family person even though I have conflicted feelings about most of my family members, don't judge :p
But I trust you've heard of that study stating that women's tears lower men's sex drive? Well, I think that kid's tears lower my well to live!

It might also be paralyzing my uterus and driving my hormones crazy, seeing that I'm late and having the PMS symptoms from hell.

You see, ladies and gentlemen, I've grew accustomed to being the heartless emotionless bitch that no one likes but me. It's been doing me good for the past, oh I don't know, 5 years or so. Now all of a sudden that robot that I call Sumaiah have been wallowing over the fact that no one wants to love a person so emotionally crippled, so self-absorbed, and who can't love back! La3ba dor 6ay7a bchabd ro7y, elwa'63 7adda pathetic! I blame this completely on Adele, she made me want to feel.

Whatever happened to healthy (??) mood swings and crazy cravings? I used to be ok with it when it was all about that. Well, not that ok, but as ok as I could ever be. I hate being this needy, when will I finally bleed :'(

Maybe I should go out more? Problem is I hate people and can't stand having to face them! You're talking to the girl that stays in bed most of the day to avoid dealing with humanity, do you think that leaving the house is even remotely ok?

I'm starting to consider going to a therapist. And while I'm at it maybe I should go to an OB/GYN. A trip to an Optometrists is much needed too. I hate doctors, FML! :s