Life is a series of choices. Every step is a choice, an option, a decision. We try our best to make these choices based on what we know. What we pick may not be based on what is right and what is wrong, but what we believe in our minds and hearts. Whatever we do decide, we have to compromise. It is always one or the other.
I don’t get on much, I just check statuses and updates, once in a blue moon I’d post a comment, or accept a request. I have my blog feeding off there (my blog posts are posted as notes in my profile). I rarely get friend requests from strangers (those with the fake names). I usually do not accept these strange requests, most of my friends are legitimate (wait, so now does that mean there are bastard friends?).
Recently I got a request from an old, old, OLD friend of mine, who is also a friend of the family. Rarely do I get united with old friends, but the ones that do show up, are always the gems in my life! Real friends, you know those people that you can depended on. Somehow during a period of our lives, circumstances drifted us apart, and it is great to be reunited.
…on Health.
I am starting to get sick. At this rate it seems like I will be sick by Eid! I drank some yummy effervescent Vitamin C twice yesterday, I don’t know how that will play out, we’ll see. I’m actually contemplating getting a stick leave for today and tomorrow. That would get me right into the weekend, ah the joy!
…on Sleep.
I didn’t have enough sleep. I slept for only one hour. I had to wake up to get ready for work, I set up 4 alarms at; 7:00am, 7:03am, 7:06am, and 7:09am. Call me weird, but I picked 3 minute intervals because in case I missed the first one, the trailing effect of the sequential alarms would eventually get me to the last one at 7:09 which is the supposed first snooze alarm after 7:00am (snoozes are usually in 9 minute intervals…). If that made utterly no sense, IT IS OK.
…on Food.
We had pizza and a whole lot other stuff for futoor yesterday. We ordered from pizza hut (I’m not even capitalizing the name! Doesn’t deserve respect!). What the hell happened to that place? Honestly, every time I order from them I’d expect the pizza hut we all knew 5 or 10 years ago! Remember, when the mozzarella cheese was actually white instead of yellow! The pan was actually PAN and soft, instead of bulgy and saturated! I’m never ordering from pizza hut ever again!
Note to self: Eliminate text in parentheses (thats brackets for you British folk) in future posts.
Note to selt 2: There! I did it again!
Do I believe what I want to believe? I hear things, many things, and sometimes I wonder if I only believe the things that I want to believe, to preserve my sanity probably, or my composure. Don’t worry this isn’t a depressed post, it is more of a questions post. One that I seem to always have a conversation with myself about. What about you, do you sometimes find yourself believing only the things you want to believe?
Looks like today is going to be a good day enshalla! The morning is beautiful. The streets were crowded but that was alright, nothing too horrible. Did you know you could reduce driving congestion related stress by listening to some good music? Yep, it works!
I was contemplating the topic of my next mini-discussion here. I was first thinking about talking about hypocrisy. This is one of the deep subjects that gets a lot of people in trouble, confusion, and probably wars and fights.
The other subject that came across my mind was justice versus mercy. I understand that probably any sane person would decide on one based on the situation. Any argument which has no clear evidence will lead to pick either justice or mercy. Here is where it will get interesting.
I’m not sure yet which topic to pick. What do you think? Which should I pick?
As for now, I’ll leave you with a groovy song. You better get your butts off your seats and start shakin’.
Click the play button to play the song. If you want to know how I added the song, check out MyFlashFetish.com. :)
I have posted my fair share of posts about strange elevators, and fun elevator rides. Somehow, riding the elevator has become quite a custom habit of mine, and it has becomes something to look forward to at work! Yep, it has.
Maybe there is a strange mysteriousness of who might appear before you as you hear the *ding* that sounds when the elevator arrives and the doors slowly open. *wink*
Long elevator rides can be quite enjoyable with the right company, especially with people who smell good. Nothing beats getting on the elevator with someone who has some goodperfume on.
Also, elevators are where things happen. Funny things mostly.
I love going up and down in the building. There are only two elevators and usually customers are always coming in, up and down! Every time I go into an elevator it smells different! ?Sometimes it has this bukhour and dihn 3oud scent, I love that. At other times I smell pure coffee, and the beautiful coffee not just regular coffee smell!
A while ago, when I got on the elevator, the smell of flowers and some other sensual female perfume.. I love the fact that I’m working at the topmost floor.
Some of us always knew what we wanted to be. For those of us that didn’t, never is it late to think about it. I like to believe that most limitations people place are only in their heads. The possibilities are endless. We should not be limited in thinking, neither should be limited in doing what we want to do. If a few obstacles are a problem, then they should be, cause rarely does anything worth doing or having comes without any obstacles.
Thursday was quite a busy day for me. It got a quite interesting when I went to Bin Khaldoun Street to get a couple of hard drives. One 500GB SATA 7200rpm internal hard drive cost about 45KD. I didn’t carry around that amount of cash, so the clerk offered to come with me to the bank. That in itself was strange, usually he’s probably say, “we only take cash” and “you can get some cash at the atm” *points in that direction*. This guy offered to go with me to the bank!
Fair enough. He printed out the receipt handed over the bag and closed up the shop. We started walking. As we walked, Part of the conversation went a little like this:
Him: You have car?
Me: Yes, It is parked on the opposite side of the street.
Him: Aha.
*a couple minutes pass*
Him: Where you from?
Me: Kuwait.
Him: *looking at me weird* You Egypt?
Me: No, no.. I’m from Kuwait.
Him: No, you no Kuwaiti
Me: !!!
Me: Yeah, I am from Kuwait. Kuwaiti.
Him: No, Kuwaiti don’t walk like this. *smiling in disbelief and shaking his head..*
Me: Why, what do you mean?
Him: Kuwaiti only drive they don’t walk.
Me: Ah, well there are some that enjoy walking.
Him: No, ah.. umm..
Me: *smiling*
Him: Maybe 2%
Me: Yeah, even 2%, that’s.. 1,000,000.. well about, 2000 people. That’s a lot. (My calculation was off, it is actually 20,000)
Him: Ah yeah.
That was odd, heh. It was hot, the bank was about a 5 minute walk, we had to cross streets, so it wasn’t just an easy walk. He was in disbelief that a Kuwaiti guy would walk with him to the bank under such conditions.
In many different ways, we all have our superhero identities. We travel the web with nicknames and disguises not many know of. We take down the sources of evil, noobishness, and all that is bad.. we prevail, to once again log off and enjoy our normal lives with our families.
Why is your online identity secret? Sure, everyone enjoys their privacy. In a small country like Kuwait, it has been proven that your first name gives a 65% chance of being known, add your last name adds 34% making that 99% (these statistics are made up). The question here is, what if you are known? Are you writing too many secrets? Are you showing a side of you that normal people do not see? Or are you truly a hero in disguise?
The question here is, why would you not want to be known for who you are?
Looks like today is going to be a good day enshalla! The morning is beautiful. The streets were crowded but that was alright, nothing too horrible. Did you know you could reduce driving congestion related stress by listening to some good music? Yep, it works! 
I love going up and down in the building. There are only two elevators and usually customers are always coming in, up and down! Every time I go into an elevator it smells different! ?Sometimes it has this bukhour and dihn 3oud scent, I love that. At other times I smell pure coffee, and the beautiful coffee not just regular coffee smell!
