Joey <3

Sunday, November 8, 2009

There's no one like Joey ;D

pooh ;p

Blogging?!

Sunday, October 18, 2009

It seems like I have nothing to blog about. I blurt my daily activities on my twitter account and there's not much left to talk about.

I'm having a "writer's block",lol yeah that's definitely it ;p.

And one more thing sorry for not replying much. I read the posts from my google reader and forget/too lazy to go and reply. Plus I'm busy. I'm always sleeping, studying, out.

Did I mention that I'm home alone? well, technically I have my father and my 13-year-old-bro bs still there's no one to talk to. My daily 7al6amah flies to my sister via the bbm. Mom and older sis are with my bro and younger sis, they're both studying in the UK *allah y7f6'hum o malat 3alay laish g3dt hena est3'ferallah bs* y3ny seriously aish ely 6gny fy mo5y o 5alany ag3d hena? I had the chance to study abroad, to get the experience and I have a very supporting family. Why I chose to study here was the fact that I want to come home finding warm lunch fresh from the oven, my own bathroom, my queen size bed with a cold a/c. Yes, when I was 17-18 I was this shallow, I didn't think I'd miss my family or the smell of home or anything cheesy for that matter, all what I thought at that moment is in exam time I want to lie in bed not thinking about my dinner the next day or whether I unplugged the gas or whatever people when living alone seem to worry about. The one thing that's making me more accepting to the fact of studying here all this time is that I have the best friends anyone could ever want.

The truth is I hate my college. I have zero affection towards anything related to it. And I can't recommend anyone to study here. Anytime anyone asks me for an advice, I feel my tongue quivering, my throat dry and the best thing I can come up with is why don't you apply for a scholarship? are you sure your family will mind? people have changed try your luck. That's it, I manage to get out of the main point because I can't say I love studying here, it's the best place, I feel appreciated and stuff. In fact, I feel overwhelmed all the time. We take absurd amount of lectures, have loads to read, we study our hearts out and don't get the marks that we deserve. Everyone says oh you have a bright future! OK, how can we get to the shiny end of this road if the road itself was dark and bumpy.

Turns out I do have something to talk about ;p

The Kite Runner

Sunday, October 11, 2009

I absolutely loved the book, I cried my heart out throughout the story. Never thought it was this amazing. Yes, it is even better than A Thousand Splendid Suns. The story is so enchanting, every detail of it feels like living in Afghanistan in that era.
Reading The Kite Runner made me think about life and taking it for granted. How God can change a person's life in a glimpse. How in times of war a person's life may turn upside down, to poverty and indignity.
Whoever you are, whatever you do for living, remember that nothing lasts.
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Our Way Back

Thursday, October 8, 2009

I went to the UK for two weeks. I had literally, the time of my life. It was fun and adventurous on so many levels. I don't have good pictures for now, everything I have is on the mobile, but in couple of weeks I might post some pictures I took by the cam.

On our way home, I almost got a heart attack.

We were on the plane in Heathrow airport ready to take off, when the captain suddenly says the airport commanders had ordered him to take the plane back to the airport. Couple of minutes later, armed police comes in and talks to a black man setting just behind us, asking him about his passport. It turned out he didn't have one!, how could he pass all the security? God knows how. They escorted him out.

People were shocked, I was terrified. They searched the chairs around him for any left out belongings and then checked out everyone's luggage. They mentioned bombs. And there came the tears. For two hours, I cried my heart out. I kept listening to Saad Al-Ghamdi reading Quran. And I was scared. I've never felt this scared in my whole life.

I was the eldest one. There was only my 13 year old brother with me on that plane. He listened to Miley Cyrus all along.

I can't stop laughing!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

I just can't stop laughing. I've never laughed this much on a video!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhUzDygdYy0&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFO56WU2n-0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37n_VzxCGo8

My face hurts from laughing!

I love him! he's adorable.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

قال صلى الله عليه وسلم : (أتاكم شهر رمضان شهر بركة، يغشاكم الله فيه فينزل الرحمة ويحط الخطايا ويستجيب الدعاء فأروا الله من أنفسكم خيراً فإن الشقي من حرم فيه رحمة الله). تقبل الله منا ومنكم صالح الأعمال

و عساكم من عواده

If the Stars were Mine~

Sunday, August 16, 2009

If the stars were mine
I'd give them all to you
I'd pluck them down right from the sky
and leave it only blue
I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face
so when others would have rain clouds you'd have only sunny days
If the stars were mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd put the stars right in a jar and give 'em all to you

If the birds were mine
I'd tell them when to sing
I'd make them sing a sonnet when your telephone would ring
I would put them there inside the square, whenever you went out
so there'd always be sweet music whenever you would walk about
If the birds were mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make 'em sing for you
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make 'em sing for you

If the world was mine
I'd paint it gold and green
I'd make the oceans orange for a brilliant color scheme
I would color all the mountains, make the sky forever blue
So the world would be a painting and I'd live inside with you
If the world was mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd wrap the world in ribbons and then give it all to you
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make 'em sing for you
I'd put those stars right in a jar...and..........
give them all...to you.......

I love it. The lyrics and the music are super sweet.

Here's the song

Superman is Home.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Our lives as a Saudi family can't function without a driver. I lost count to how many drivers we had in a very short duration. The story started with our indian driver, Aslam who was an example for the perfect driver. If there were catalogues in which you choose the qualities of your driver he'd take the cover page. He knows every friend's house, shop or even a tailor in the most difficult place from the very first time. He was always nice, well behaved and as we say 'nashmy' which is to be frank a quality you almost never find in a driver. He decides to go to his country for a visit. He calls from there and says he's sorry, he won't be coming back because he found a good job offer in Jubail. Couple of months later my father sees him running his own students bus driving business. Smart?. He calls my father every once in a while to say hi. He wanted to come back but we had Gudu at that time.
Then, we get a new driver. Who turns out to be a total jerk. Flirting with our muslim maids who came told us what he said. We get another one. This time we decided to play safe and get a 'Muslim' driver. We wait 7 freaking months (I don't know WHY) and my parents decided he will never learn how to drive after failing the driving test a million times and making 3 minor car accidents. After that, we get lots of temporary drivers. One of them was Yemeni. He was very good. But of course being an Arab has it's share. You just can't talk in the car fearing he'd take too much info. And that was pretty difficult having 3 girls in the house. And he used to smoke! I hate hate hate the smell of cigarettes none the less the cheap kinds which have a very weird fishy smell.
Then, we finally get our own full time real driver, Gudu. He was nice and even funny because he's a bit stupid. Good, except for the body odor part. This was perfectly normal to me, way better than cigarettes first thing in the morning. I liked him a lot. I used to go to Dunken Dounts almost every morning with my friend and he never whined or told mom :p. He actually never whined about anything, not even when I let him stay outside in the sun for a whole hour. My sisters of course hate him because of the smell and because of his driving skills :p. Later, he gets a call that his wife ran away with his children.-I don't know why she'd run out of a 20 something years of marriage while he is working abroad to get food onto the table- He leaves. My parents decide to get another driver, because Gudu apparently 'yt3eb elwa7d'. Poor thing lost his family and his job :(. We get a temp Pakistani driver Sedeeq, who's very good. Maybe the best temp driver considering he's been working here for a while and knows the way to everywhere. He worked in almost all the supermarkets like Panda and Farm, this is very handy when getting grocery stuff. He had too much pride of himself which made perfect sense considering he was a med student for two years then dropped out because of poverty :(. He was also nice and never whined especially when I'd ask him to bring me my other lab coat at 3 pm because I ruined the one I'm wearing and he'd come again to pick me up at 4 because the clinic we're supposed to attend was cancelled. He just didn't whine! I know he has to drive me it's his job, bs even my father would whine if I wanted him to come twice within an hour. And sometimes, he'd suggest to go to the mall when I leave the hospital after attending the clinic at 7 pm to cheer me up. Of course I'm usually too tired to go anywhere but that was nice of him. One day, after my surgery clinical exam he said: Home or mall? I said: Home. He said: No no no we're going to the mall. And I cracked up laughing and called mom to tell her I'm going, and she says she's already there. Turns out this time he hadn't suggest by himself :p still, mom thought I didn't want to go anywhere. That's why she didn't tell me herself and she was planning to leave early. So I called my friend and met her there and we had the best white chocolate Fondue ever *i'm so craving it now*.

Now, you think the post has nothing to do with the headline. Think again. Guess what's our new driver's name?

Superman!

It's written Subrman manyan elzebda it is pronounced like superman :$ I don't know what we'll be calling him. My father thinks we should go for spiderman because he's tiny :p
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BB situation, HELP!

Sunday, August 9, 2009

My blackberry won't send sms :(

It's been like that for a while now. I have no clue what's wrong with it. It says operator determined barring whenever I send an sms. It's Bold 9000 by At&t.

Wise Me

Saturday, August 1, 2009

I always thought that I make a bad first impression. Why? Because most of the girls I'm friends with said that they thought I was obnoxious, way too serious, or simply a snob. So the other day a friend was talking about a meeting where they had to tell each member what were their first impressions like. I said of course mine was bad. She said: No! You were the nicest. I let her take my Biology notebook in first year to copy it during the weekend - because of my fast handwriting my notes were always complete. Oh, I feel that first year is from medieval ages and I'm kind of proud of myself because I lent almost strangers my notes :p.
And today, my bestie R says that her sister has some really interesting views about me. She says she thinks I'm the most perfect saudi girl she knows, and I'm a role model to most and I'm reaaaaaally nice. 6ab3an teshqaqt mn elwanasah :p I can't help it.

I've had lots of friendships in my life. Some lasted and some not. Some people I used to look up to, now I don't know why all of a sudden they became strangers to me? They drifted to be very different, in a bad way. I don't know how would people talk about manners and be very specific when it comes it halal and haram and they're super rude and vulgar themselves. Isn't 'aldeen almu3amalah' ?
I had a wise moment the other day, when I got frustrated by one rude girl, I said : "some people treat you like angels because they are angels themselves. And some treat you like shit because they are full of shit!."

long post ;p
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