Dust storms, torrential downpours and then silence. All within half an hour. Welcome to Kuwait.

I've been taking cold showers recently. This is a big change from before, since there was nothing I enjoyed more than hot showers, with steam billowing all around me, caressing my body and calming my mind. However, cold showers are so much better for you, they make your hair softer and shinier, minimize your pores and make you feel so alive. In addition to minimizing your pores, they also keep your skin moisturized naturally. I've always had chronically dry hair, and ever since I started taking these cold showers they've completely changed that. My hair's so much more manageable now. So. Just spreading the gospel.

Fountain

You need my youth
to stay young
but

I'm burning out
I feel older
ancient, tired, fed-up

I don't want to be you
like you want to be me


Listening to: Take The Box by Amy Winehouse. Download her first album, it's a gem.

Because of a certain little threat I have received recently, I'm completely changing my attitude towards this blog. You're right, 'Ava', I have to earn my way into your RSS feed and I haven't been doing a very good job.

I'm antisocial. Now, if you personally know me, you'd think that I was being completely out-of-touch with who I am. I can use the words controversial, surprising, funny or even odd and you'd think those were much better ways to describe myself. But I mean it. Recently, I joined a university in Kuwait. This is not a permanent position, since I hope to transfer out before 2009, however in this large, airport-like university I am extremely antisocial. Since I was born, the default expression on my face is a sad one. People always assume something's wrong, however this is the way my face is when it's relaxed. Therefore, most of the time (between classes, I never linger for too long after I'm done with what I have to do) you see a poor boy sitting on one of the tables, writing furiously in his journal and being very, very awkward. Not exactly who I thought I'd be in college, but things change.

Another topic of conversation: segregation. Even the libraries are segregated now, which is completely ridiculous. And apparently nobody thinks anything is wrong with that. How men are going to communicate with women when they encounter them in the workplace after a completely segregated education is beyond me.

I don't know why it's so hard for me to write in this blog. I guess I've been spoilt by many years of having a pen-and-paper journal. The ideas simply seem to bleed out of the pen. I guess it just feels alien to me to have to use the keyboard as an input device(which explains why I never seem to finish my papers on time), however I'm sure I'll get the hang of it with more practice. Here, not in my homework. I haven't done homework in years. Anyways, Ava's flown back, so I shall have to leave you. Goodnight.

Let them know

I'm not going to pretend to know anything about politics, to be completely honest the whole idea of it bores me, however with all this talk about Nouriah Al Sibeeh and her apparent triumphs, I feel cocooned in the good-vibes surrounding her right now, and I would like to congratulate her for staying; I always thought it was weird that Ministers would just up and quit after a simple interrogation. Are they so afraid of being discovered they'd rather give everything up just because they're afraid of confrontation? Hmm...

2008 is firmly here. It's the 12th of January, we're practically halfway through the first month. Do you believe in New Year's resolutions? I used to, but I don't anymore. I think the depression that comes from reaching the end of the year and not achieving any of them is just too much to pay for some goals you promised yourself you'd reach. I am not against setting goals for yourself, just the thought that there is a very definite length of time for you to achieve them is unfair and stifling.

I've never had surgery before. 2008 is the year I'm going under the knife for the first time. It's nothing serious, a simple surgery to fix something that is uncomfortable. I feel both excited and scared, but I'm a firm believer that you have to try everything once. Unless it's heroin. Scarily addictive, yo.

And, from the pages of Moe's Memos, aka When There Is Too Much Time To Waste In Waiting Rooms And Their Ilk:

You

Lifted out of time
Again and again
Envy the air
That touches every part
Of your divine silhouette
Celestial jewels
Gaze out of
The Holy Place
Your face
Your fingers
Miracles
Fascination?
Observation
You are
Not for us
Nor yourself
Tears are fragile company
Fleeting drops of sorrow
To mar a beautiful lie

And I'm going to make one New Year's resolution, simply because I enjoy contradicting myself: write here more often. And off we go!

Odd

I'm back in Kuwait after a lengthy stay overseas. Looking back, I can't help but long for the glittery shores and busy streets of where I was. True anonymity is so underrated, finally being able to truly be yourself in public, in full view of everyone ,wearing whatever it is you want to and doing whatever you want to do(legally, of course) is absolutely priceless. Anyways, enough, I've been tagged by the newly rejuvenated BintBuNaz, and I simply have to fulfill my duties.


Available or Single: Depends on how much you think I'm worth.

Best friends: Are like an Hermes bag. They never go out of style.

Cake or Pie: Cheese.

Dairy products?: Work of the devil. Bad for you, too.

Essential Item: Murse. I'd lose everything without mine.

Favorite Color: All of Allah's colors are my favorite.

Gummy bears or Worms: Ew.

Home Town: Somewhere or another.

Indulgence: Expensive leather objects. And sacrilegious keepsakes.

January or February: February.

Kids: Not for me. Ever.

Life: I would like to say 'is what you make of it' but that would be disgustingly Miss America of me, wouldn't it? Then I'd have to say.. World Peace.

Marriage: Civil ceremonies.

Number of Siblings: 2.

Oranges or Apples: Oranges.

Phobias: Heights when there are no stable railings, the dark sometimes, snakes and others I'm not going to tell you about.

Quote: "Anything good in life is either immoral, illegal, or fattening."
- Nicole Richie.

Reason to Smile: People who care about you.

Season: Spring-Summer feeling.

Tag Three People: No.

Unknown Fact About Me: I am an artist. Singer, poet, photographer, painter, actor. I guess you could even say I'm a jack-of-all-trades. Master at none.

Vasectomy?: No. Thank you.

Worst Habit: Eating when not hungry. Ooh, and chocolate.

Xenophobic?: Not particularly.

Your Favorite Food: Italian.

Zodiac: Snake.

You might rush through it, your mind set on accomplishing as many feats of success as humanly possible. Even more; you're not a Normal, not like the rest of them. And then it dawns on you. It's too late. Your ambitions for the future have remained just that, ambitions, and nothing more. It is the future. And you're still the same, exactly where we left you last. People you regarded as equals have surpassed you. People you looked down upon as inferiors, Go-Nowheres, are looking down at you. You start a pity party in your soul, until the resulting friction inside you ceases as you've rubbed out anything that might have once been hope. How depressing. Where's all this coming from? I don't know.

In other news, J.HUD WON! I know she was the favorite and everything for Best Actress in a Supporting Role, but I definitely didn't think she'd win. I totally thought she'd be snubbed and there'd be a huge debate over how even though the members of the Academy are culturally diverse, it's still a racist institution. DIDN'T HAPPEN, YAY! And what the hell was Sally Kirkland wearing? I love that some people really do take the Awards seriously. Hopefully in a few years I'll be somewhere in the audience, hoping for my name to be nestled within the creamy caverns of the Winner's envelope.

Hee, I almost completely forgot about this. Well, that's a lie. I just couldn't figure out what to write about, and I'm extra 'stagnant' today therefore you get this post. Happies all around.

The weather's been so beautiful lately. Sun and cold wind. And Hala February's started. I don't get it, why does Hala February start mid-Feb and end mid-March? Didn't it use to start on like... the 4th of Feb or something? I don't remember. All I do remember is coming home from school at like 3 pm and plopping down on the sofa to watch the festivities. That must've been the first Hala February ever.. I must've been in 6th grade or something. Wow. I'm old.

I was just thinking how we haven't had that many rainstorms this year and all of the sudden it's starting to rain and thunder and things... I'm so totally psychic. How sweet is that? Okay, I predict... sunshine and flowers all day long tomorrow.

Catty's been especially agitated lately. I'm not sure why, but I think it's 'cause I haven't neutered him yet. I see a vet's visit in the near future. Peace out, people.