Monday, September 29, 2008

Ridiculous weddings!

Marriages in Lebanon are becoming more and more "Mazahir" like
(Showing off). Yes I know this is old news, but the amount of money
couples are setting their minds into spending on their "Weddings" (and
not marriage) is ridiculous.

I know a couple who are still barely paying for the furnishing and
renovation of their new obtained house (which they still have to pay
its installments for the next 20 years), who have set their minds into
spending 25 thousand dollars on the wedding, and finally realizes that
25k is not enough and are now looking into spending 35k. So finally I
asked the bride-to-be all ashamed of my butting in, but I couldn't
stop myself:
-"Excuse me for asking this curious question, but do you have this
amount of money?"

She replied with a big "No!" followed by a cute giggle.

I couldn't help but say something which I usually refrain from doing
to people's faces, I said: "Inte mahboulé!" (You're an idiot!)

I continued saying that I understand things are getting ridiculously
expensive, but this is getting out of control, with this money you can
send off one of your kids to a private college, you can buy a new car,
you can go on an amazing honey with the quarter of that amount, you
can do a lot of things.

Lebanese people are such vulnerable and superficial people sometimes,
that they forget what this event is really about! I am not saying
cancel the whole day, I know most of little princesses dream of this
day most of their lives, but a white dress, a nice tux, family and
friends around when you say the "I do", good food and good music, do
not cost 35k! Mashouna!

DUDES! WAKE UP! Rou7o nbosto into!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Don't wanna sound like a pompous ass

A lot of people keep telling me to grow my nails, being a woman and
all, it would make me look classy or trashy (depends on the color).
They asked why I don't, and this was my answer:
"I like to differentiate myself from dead people when we go bowling
together everything Thursday night."

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Answer this!

You! Yes you! I am talking to you! You know! You? The one who's reading this post! You're (most probably) facing a certain problem, this problem of yours, do you think money would solve it? Hein?

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Kylie - Part II

... bad person!*

The thing is we are so caught up with so much unnecessary vocabulary, such as rotten, evil, hurtful, asshole, egghead... that we rarely now use the word "bad". Bad person... I personally think it is the most approriate word to use in so many occasions and in her case it was pretty adequate. Don't curse, don't describe, don't go eloquent ... just say it the way it is.

*I can't believe you did this to me! I can't believe that I forgave you the first time! They say "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me!"

He's just standing there, looking directly at her face*

How rude of him!

*There were several women in the shop, checking the items there, but the way Kylie came in and slapped him... They were mesmerised actually! Not shocked, not curious! But mesmerised by how beautiful she is, how ugly he is and how strong her slap to him was! They respected her*

Women sometimes tend to succumb to ... assholes, lazy asses, women beaters, cheaters, gamblers, to men who are not men, who do not put food on the table, who do not give time to their children, who do not take them out on Sunday afternoon to play and spend some quality time with them, men who do not care about anything but themselves. So when women see a sister stand on her feet, a sister who finally decided to get out of it all, slap the bad person and leave, they just feel proud of her. She gives them hope.

*She drove on root I64, she wasn't sure why she chose this highway, she knew she was going to end up in another state, but she didn't care anymore, she did not want to think, to decide and to make choices. She drove. But deep inside, she knew this highway, she knew which exit she was going to take next and which turn to follow. And she did.

She pulled off to the side of the road and stayed in her car, she was actually shy and extremely self-conscious, not about what she did today, but about the past years when she was blinded by... stupidity! Because saying Love here is not the right word, not at all. He knew it, she didn't.

*Tik tik* She turns to her left, he was there at the door, smiling. Not a full smile, not a sarcastic smile... just a smile. A smile that only he can smile. She looked up and smiled back at him. She put the window down and he stuck his head inside while his hands sat crossed on the car door next to her.

He looked straight in her eyes and said something to her that she never thought she would hear him say it considering the circumstances she's going through right now. She started laughing hysterically.

- Damn you!
She kept laughing, looked down and then looked up and he was still smiling, but this time it was a wide smile showing off his perfectly aligned teeth.

She said "I missed you".
He nodded. "Hop in, that thing you drive sucks, so hop in with me".
He walked towards his car, she locked her car and followed him.

-Never ever call my car a thing you asshole!" She smiled and stuck her tongue out.
-I will call it a thing and there's nothing you can do about it, little missy!
-I can't believe you said that to me while we were in the car! You're crazy! Seriously? This is the best thing you can do? Can't you see my eyes are all teary and red, and my nose is like Rodolph's? My voice is barely heard and tis is all you came up with!

She imitated his voice and tone and said: "Let's go to...*

Sorry I have to go again, my favorite TV show is on.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Kylie - Part I

The long awaited post by *sounds like a car breaking so fast to an old lady crossing the road... The driver, a 32 year old woman, shocked by the enormous feeling of confusion, decision making and extremely rapid heart beating she has just experienced over the split seconds* who exactly?

Are you with me? *Walking in a mall, looking for something and not knowing what exactly!
- Why are all people walking towards me, how come I am the only one walking forth? Or maybe they're the ones going the right direction!*

But it's okay, don't judge her yet, she's just confused, many people are! Weren't you at one point? *Loud voice, startled her immediately, that voice! That accent! Hispanic?
- Is this what you want?
God knew how much she felt hopeful in that instant, wishing that whoever it is, telling her about whatever it is, was what she was looking for exactly! She just wanted God's divine intervention.*

Understandable, completely and utterly understandable. Looking for someone to throw the answer to us, because we tried, worked hard, thought thoroughly, researched heavily, asked unlimited number of questions and listened infiniftely! But no answer was revealed, we might seem lazy, we might seem like we dig procrastination, but really, God's divine intervention, some people call it luck, other refer to it as coincidence and some simply think it's fate, has to do with so much.

*She looked to her right, she did not move her body, she just turned her neck to the east! She found him, a middle aged guy, pointing to an ice cream booth, waiting for his daughter to decide if this is what she wants! His 3 or 4 year old daughter, did not know the difference between Ice cream and candy! Not a bright child apparently.

She was so jealous of the decision the kid had to made, she prayed that her decision would come down to something so easy and not a life changing decision.

But she remembered, when she was a kid, many decisions felt like life changing for her when they weren't! Could the decision she had to make be relatively simple for her when she looks at it 20 years from now?*

Poor Kylie. Don't you think? Overwhelmed with so many emotions, so many thoughts and so many occuring and re-occuring factors that keep bewildering her into making the right choice.

*Boum, Dijj, crack!
- Fuckin'... shit... fuck.... this hurts!
But that severe pain awakened her... She suddenly realised where the hell she was, and what she really wanted.
She did a 180 degrees, almost did a sprint towards his shop, stormed in, slapped his ugly face, threw him a 100$ bill and said:
- I hate you! I despise you! You're despicable! How could you do this to me? You're a ...

Am sorry I have to go, the cleaning lady wants my help.