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Mustafa Baba!

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This is a part of a conversation I had with a fellow classmate. I’m not going to bore you on how we started discussing about the following topic but this is the most interesting part, I think.

Her: I love Middle-Eastern tales. Mustafa Baba & The Forty Thieves is my favorite.
Me: Ahhh, you mean Ali Baba.
Her: (exclaimed) YES! Ali Baba. Wait, then who is Mustafa Baba?
Me: I don’t think there is a Mustafa Baba. I don’t think there was ever a Mustafa.
Her: You don’t say.
Me: (nodes)
Her: Hmmm, then who’s Aladdin? Or is he a figment of my imaginations?
Me: No, you got him right. He is the one with the magic lamp and the flying carpet. You know, the Disney movie starring Robin Williams.
Her: (exclaimed) YES. The one with “A Whole New World” song right?
Me: You got it.
Her: Oh and who’s Sinbad? And I don’t mean the comedian.
Me: Sinbad is the fictional sailor from Basra. He made seven voyages in total.
Her: (exclaimed) YES. Didn’t he mistake a whale for an island?
Me: Yes, he did.
Her: Wow. And all those stories created by the Persian author Shahrazad.
Me: Actually, Shahrazad is a fictional character. She is a Queen that told her stories to her husband King Shahryar.

For a person who “loves Middle-Eastern tales”, I found her quite ditzy about the subject.

Packed & Ready

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I have been waiting for this day for quite some time now. Tomorrow, I’m traveling to Southern Illinois and spend the Thanksgiving Break (aka Fall Break) with my cousin. My airplane will take off at 3:55PM, and I bet the airport will be packed since the holiday season is upon us. However, I’m going to St. Louis (In Missouri) first since the airport is much closer to where my cousin lives in South Illinois. Then, we are going to spend the rest of the break in Chicago and probably catch some shows and do some shopping. To be honest, I definitely deserve this break since I’m been working my butt off at school with all the homeworks, midterms, and papers. I might or might not continue blogging while I’m there, but I’ll do all my best to blog now and then. 

Don’t Finger My Pizza Please!

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Couple of days ago, I was visiting a friend of mine, and we were hanging out before we hit the movie theater later that night. We decided to order a pizza and “dine in” before we head to the movies. 40 minutes later, the delivery guy arrived and my friend opened the door and did something that I don’t usually do, or better yet, never. Before he handed the money over, he opened the pizza box (in front of the delivery guy) and placed his finger in one of the pizza slices for a brief moment, and then smiled and gave the delivery guy his money. He closed the door and a conversation initiated:

Me: What the hell was that?

Him: What do you mean?

Me: The whole “finger in the pizza” thing.

Him: Oh, well I was measuring the heat of the pizza. Don’t tell me you have never done that before?

Me: Honestly I haven’t. And if I did, I would definitely make sure not to do it in front of the deliveryman.

Him: Then how do you determine the amount of the tip?

Me: Well I usually follow a strict “2$ tip” policy even if the driver was late. Usually they acknowledge it if they were late, and give me the food for free. Besides, most deliverymen and deliverywomen are college students, so I think it’s nice to tip them generously regardless.

Him: Look, I just hate cold food that’s all. And I just want to make sure I received my food hot and sizzle.

Then he handed me a plastic plate with a slice of pizza on it.

Me: Aa’. This one has your fingerprint in it. Hand me another slice and you can have this one. I just hate my food fingered that’s all.

A Halloween Post

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Almost every year’s Halloween since I came to the United States, I usually go out, dress up, and go celebrating with friends. I remember my first Halloween hangout. Initially, I didn’t want to go but the rest of my friends made a spontaneous decision to dress up and grab whatever they could pass as a custom, and obviously, most of the guys wore their dishdashas. “So, I racked my rack, and then it came to me” (said Karen Walker) and decided to follow Green Day’s Billie Joe Armstrong fashion sense. The reason that I chose to dress up like him is because I was wearing a tight, short-sleeved shirt that day, and my friend happened to have a red tie so I borrowed it and wore it. I applied a mixture of water and mousse on my hair, and a black eyeliner beneath my eyes and in less than 10 minutes I was done. We went to the Hill (it’s a street where CU students usually party) and met all kind of people and customs. It was fun and I was surprised that I was passed as Billie Joe according to several people we met on the street, or maybe their decision making was impaired because they were drunk to their heads.

So, what am I doing this year? Nothing. Right now, I’m happy with just sitting in my home, TV on CW, and surfing the net in the comfort of my couch. I’m going to watch some scary movies later this evening; I think my HBO has a couple of horror movies that are worth watching.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN

May Your Screams Come True

God I Miss Kevin

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I have to say that Kevin was more than a friend. He was a “very close” friend. He was a comforter, a lover, a source of happiness, and an excellent asset in my home. He helped me a lot since the day I moved in to my new apartment 2 years ago. Now, he’s gone and I certainly have never felt alone in my life. I will always miss you Kevin, my friend…

Who’s Kevin you ask?

Well, he’s the guy (or at least his or her AirPort nickname) that I used to “steal” wireless connection whenever I wanted to use my laptop outside of my bedroom. His password-free wireless made it possible for me to access the Internet whenever I was in the living room or just watching TV while blogging at the same time. Now, that person, “Kevin”, is nowhere to be found in my wireless network. Apparently, he was one of the few people who moved out from my complex last week. Now, in order to enjoy wireless access, I have to shell out some money and go buy me a router. Things were much easier when Kevin was around.

*Sigh*

The New Arranged Marriage Method

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Are you familiar with the arrange marriage method we have in Kuwait, especially the engagement part? You know when the two families meet and the boy gets to see the girl privately in a room. Well, according to my friend who has recently returned from Kuwait (loaded with news of course) told me the weirdest thing. He said that Kuwaitis are starting to adept a new method to meet their future brides and grooms without everybody knows what is happening. Apparently, the former method causes too much attention because it is usually turned into a social event, and when the boy or the girl gets rejected, they sometimes bring bad reputation to themselves. Thus, the new method “smartly” negates the negative effect. Here is how it is usually done:

• The two families secretly set a place to meet (over the phone) and it has to be in a public place, let’s say Chocolate Bar (man, I miss that place). The boy and the girl are usually accompanied by their parents and they set in two different tables but very close pay so the boy and the girl can cross eyes.

• Surprisingly, the girl doesn’t indulge herself with makeup (as she normally does when she goes out) so the boy will have the chance to see how she really looks like. The boy on the other hand wears his best clothes.

• After the secret meeting, the boy and the girl exchange phone numbers (either via Bluetooth or from their parents) and talk to each other on the same day or later. Then, the boy and the girl can inform their parents the news.

I will not be surprised if you are not aware of this method because it sounds a little flaky, but I expect anything coming from Kuwait these days. However, the method is preformed secretly so you shouldn’t be aware of it in the first place.

My Friends’ Quotes

 

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I always laugh whenever my friends state their famous quotes. They are hilarious in their own ways and some of them you need to be there to really appreciate them. Those are the first ones that I rushed to my head.

•    “And what should I say”
•    Translate it to Kuwaiti dialect. Her Kuwaiti mind is always on even when she speaks English.

•    “Offff Basss Tara Etnarfez”
•    Means “Oh stop it! You are nagging me.” You have to see her face when she says that.

•    “Can I have Tobacco please?”
•    My friend meant to say “Tabasco”. We always tease him about this one.

•    “Ya 6a83an!!”
•    Means “You FART”. This is his trademark insult.

•    “Waaaaaaay Ambaaaaaaay.”
•    The Kuwaiti expression of “No Way!” The way she says it is pure “sassy Kuwaiti girl.”

•    “Mat7es Sa3at Enek Mat7es?”
•    Means “Don’t you feel that sometimes you don’t feel?” Very philosophical don’t you think.

•    “El-bond elle benna covalent mo ionic!”
•    Translates “ The bond between us is covalent not ionic.”

•    “Life is a bitch.”
•    My cousin says that whenever feels that life is a…well…bitch.

•    “La ter7am wala et5alee ra7mat allah tenzel.”
•    Translates “ So you don’t mercy and you also don’t let God’s mercy to be bestowed.” My mom said this classic quote to my science teacher at Parent’s Day criticizing him for tough exams.

The Blessing Of Online Profiles

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The other day I was talking with friend of mine about Facebook and whether she has a profile or not. She completely detested the idea of Facebook and online profiles in general. Not just of the security issue but because of the idea behind it. She insisted that if somebody wants to tell her something then that somebody should call her instead of posting a message in her profile, for the sake of privacy and intimacy

I did agree with her on some points but I still think the idea of having a simple (not extremely detailed) online profile is nifty. For example, I received at least 28 Happy Birthdays on my Facebook’s wall the other day and couple on Hi5 (not counting the countless SMS I got from Kuwait). I would have imagined that it would be too much hassle if I had received more than 28 phone calls that day. Also, the fact you can easily get in touch with all your friends from different networks with a bush of a button proves the ease of online communication. So far, I have two online profiles out there in the world of Internet, and I consider my blog as the biggest and most detailed profile there is.

How many online profiles do you have?

Scary Tales From Kuwait

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The other day, me and my friends were having one of our meaningless discussion and the next thing we were talking about some scary tales (or urban legends) we heard from other folks or other forms of media. Many of us told many stories, and some of them really freaked me out, so I thought to share some of these stories and see if you (by any chance) heard about them somewhere. Now, I’m not saying they’re real, or I want you to believe them, because I assume most of them are urban legends. I chose two stories that two of my friends told and the last one was told by me.

Story #1
A Freaked Party

According to my friend, this story is really popular in Kuwait (and very recent) and couples of newspaper and magazines have reported the story. The story goes like this: a middle-aged woman who plays old-fashioned Kuwaiti instrument (she’s a 6a8a8ah) received a call during Ramadan from some folks who wanted to use her services. At first, she refused since it is inappropriate to perform music during Ramadan, but she soon agreed when they insisted that she performs, and they also agreed to give her triple what she usually charges. They told her that they are going to send their own driver to pick her up from her house and drive her to theirs. The day of the celebration came, and she went to the house and started performing. The day was Thursday but the party continued until 12:00AM (Friday), then, the old woman got a little worry especially some of the attendances started to act bizarre, but what she saw next shook her to the very core. A group of young girls centered the room and then started to dance very aggressively that their legs appeared; however, their legs weren’t human at all, they closely resembled horses’ legs. The old woman got terrified and ran outside and “luckily” for her, the driver (who picked her up) was waiting outside. She got inside the car and asked the driver to take her away from here. The driver asked her what’s wrong but she was freaking out and couldn’t mumble her words correctly. After couple of minutes, the driver asked her again what is wrong, and she told him what she has witnessed, then the driver replied, “you mean just like my legs”. He revealed his legs under the “deshdasha” he was wearing, and his legs were just like the young girls before. The old woman got hysterical again and threw herself from the car to the street, which got her unconscious. The next morning, people found her on the street and took her to the police station where the old woman reported the incident. When they reached the “party house”, it was gone; it disappeared, and what was left behind was just an empty yard.

Story #2
The Dark Lady of Bayan

I cannot tell you how many times I heard this story from many people in my life, which really makes me terrified from going to Bayan. However, it is known that Bayan is one of the most “haunted” areas in Kuwait (especially in the “inside-streets”). It is said that very late at night, many witnessed a dark lady roaming the “inside” streets of Bayan and walking in the streets that face the houses from both sides. Although, most people who report her presence usually see her from a distance (like from a window or while riding a car). They say her face isn’t quite visible but she has a bit sparkly red eyes that terrified anyone who sees her directly. The story my friend told me is that two young kids in their teens saw her from their window and looked directly at her eyes. The day after, the kids exhibited symptoms that resemble a fever, but soon got away.

Story #3
The Bones Within

OK, this is the story that I told, in which I heard it from my father. My father met this guy while he was searching for a land to build our house. The guy told my father to be extremely careful on picking the land. He told my father that three months ago, his family got to their new house that was located in one of the “new areas” of Kuwait. He said that, for a month, they were hearing this strange, faint noise coming outside from their house in the middle of the night. It sounded like a faint scream that usually an animal produces. They didn’t pay attention to it at first. Until one day, the father hired some workers to plant him some tress, bushes, and other kind of greens in his garden. After couple of hours, the workers called the father and asked him to come to the garden because they found something buried beneath his own garden. What they found was a pile of bones, (mostly bones from cows, horses, and other farm animals). The father was terrified and asked the workers to dig further around the house, and they found 8 piles of bones circling the house from 8 different angles. The father took all the bones from his garden and the next day, his house was put on sale.

And that’s pretty much it. It is up to you if you want to believe them or not, but for me, I’m assuming they are just urban legends. However, what makes me believe in them (just a little bit) is the way these stories have been reported. For example, the first story was published in a couple of news paper, the second story is quite famous and heard it couple of times from other people, and the third one comes from a person that my father knew. I bet there are other stories like that but whether they are true or not, they are certainly terrifying.

It’s Called A Dressing!

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Me and one of the guys went to Olive Garden some time ago. We ordered a House Salad so we can both can share. Then he embarrassed himself by asking the waitress “Can I have a Caesar sauce please?” Sauce, not a dressing but a sauce. I told him that the word “sauce” doesn’t go with salads; he better use the word “dressing”. He replied that they both mean the same thing and the waitress knew what he meant. Then one day, we went to iHOP for breakfast; he ordered some pancakes and then called the waiter and looked at me and said “3ashan 5a6rek ra7 2a8ol dressing”, and just before I said anything, he popped the question and said “Can I have a honey dressing?” The waiter replied “you want a honey mustard dressing with that?” I interfered (with a smile in my face) “I’m sorry, he meant to say that he wants a honey syrup”. The waiter laughed. My friend got angry and I got embarrassed.

Some Vocabulary

Sauce: usually hot, and its most common uses: marinara sauce or a meat sauce.
Dressing: any “liquid” topping for any type of salad
Syrup: usually used for pancakes and sometimes ice-cream
Toppings: used for an extra ingredients, and usually referred for solid food.
Fudge: mostly used for ice creams like chocolate/caramel fudge.