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Thursday, December 26, 2013

Kuwait's cats

Dad decided to take us out for ice-cream early in the morning. I set my alarm to wake up at 10 am in which Dana and i were ready by 10;45 but he decided to go get a hair cut first. I thought that was a tad rude and a little frustrating. After an hour has passed, he returned and we left and headed to Kuwait's gulf. My older sis didn't join because the dermatologist cut her off of a list of things that include preservatives, dairy products and chocolate for a period of five days, so that they may figure out whats wrong with my sisters skin and why she has over active antibodies.
Back to ice cream!
Since my sisters and i are boycotting McDonald's dads sundae suggestion flew off the window. My sister asked if we can go to Hard Rock Café to eat the Delicious giant brownie sundae they have. We ended up all sharing it! It was mouth watering as usual. My destructive event today wasn't that bad as i merely stained my sister's boyfriend jeans.
We walked along side the sea and Dana and i started counting the street...err..beach cats? I counted 42! Some look infested with diseases, others look extremely clean and well groomed.
Just chillin cat

A mommy and her two kittens

more cats chilling

out for a stroll
Yeah, Kuwait is weird like that...

When we were driving in the car  dad informed me that his mom old him that his sister is coming over to her house. In other words: my aunt might drop by tomorrow. I asked dad if auntie W had called mom to inform her that shes coming to our house tomorrow and his reply was that untie never learns! 
I should've said something to that...i should've told him to call his sister and tell her to call mom! People cant just drop by or know you're coming through several people. I wanted to remind him of the several fights this has initiated and to remind him of moms severe discomfort to knowing things in the last minute. ...but i didn't...
He also told me that he was thinking of eating dinner outside today in which i reminded him of my older sisters chicken leftovers. I know she'd be upset if we don't finish it. He told me we'll eat lunch at 2 and dinner when mom comes home, which is around 6:30 he also told me he wanted to go to the gym. When mom came home, he picked himself up and went to the gym. I should've said something when hey were both in the room. I should've brought up the subject of aunt W's arrival...but i didn't..
Instead, i followed mom to the kitchen where she has her usual smoke and asked her if we're going out to see if dad had told her what he had told me earlier. She barked at me that if she knew we wanted to go out she wouldn't have come upstairs to the apartment. I tried explaining that i was merely checking. I also told her that dad told me that grandma told him that aunt W told her she might be dropping by tomorrow. 
I should've waited for my introvert mom to finish her smoke of solitude first...but i didn't...
She was enraged but kept it in.  when she was done with the smoke she talked to my older sister and my anxious impulsive sister kept pushing her to call dad. She threatened that if mom didn't pick up the phone she will. Mom grew angry from that sentence and scolded her for trying to pressure her. You see, dad has several things he did not fix around the house. One of them is the broken door of the made up tiny attic in the hallway. After mom and my older sister talked some of the problems through, my little sister joined in with " don't talk about dad when hes not here!" That only made mom angrier because it made her look like the bad guy. Dana was simply too young to understand that mom has been building up or quite some time and that she is being pushed to the edge.
Mom ended up sending him a text saying that if he doesn't get it fixed, shes not accepting anyone over. Which she didn't want to do...what mom wanted to do was make plans for tomorrow to get an excuse to not be there when aunt decides to drop by. You see, its mighty rude of her to come over just because shes dropping by at her mothers. It wouldn't be rude if she just called in advance though. Last week she did the same thing, she said shes dropping by at night since her husband has plans for dinner. Thankfully, we were out shopping then.
I don't know why people like to make problems out of nothing. I know for sure i wont be accepting anyone in my house without a notice first. I absolutely hate it when unexpected things happen, those are what stress me out. That's why i always try to expect the worse  scenarios, so that my head wont go blank when they happen, and so that I'll be happy when they don't.
However, after going back in the kitchen where mom was smoking again, i started laughing. Its quite typical of me after all, i shouldn't have opened my mouth and told mom that aunt was coming...but i did...

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Food and ice skating

Finally finally met up with nor today! I took my two sisters with me. We went ice skating at first and my older sister and I don't know how to skate. Well, let's just say that was fun. I only fell four times and we took pictures and had fun since it was a Sunday and working day in Arabic countries there wasn't many people skating. In fact we were the only ones in the small rink. After an hour or so nor drove us to avenues so we can eat at the cheese cake factory. This time I shared a meal with Dana so that I can room for dessert! The appetiser which was a Vietnamese spring roll or didn't really taste that good, and I found the teryaki chicken to be quite average, but I did like the tuxedo chocolate cheesecake I ordered. It was superb, however my little sister did not favor it.

The tuxedo chocolate mousse cheesecake

Oh, by the way, I gained another kilo in this country. I'm gonna turn into a tub of lard! I keep saying ill lose weight I'll lose weight, but guess what? That never happens, if anything, I only gain wait. I'm almost 56 kilos now.....aughjdneiuhibbihb
Oh well.

By the way yesterday dad suggested we eat breakfast at ikea and i loved the idea and so i woke the family up early to go. I got yelled at a few times for waking them up. They're not morning people. After much idling we finally went there with dads awesome aggressive driving. When we reached there the menu consisted of mostly fried things such as nuggets, hot dogs, fries, or not things that weren't worth it like fried eggs and sandwiches. I was disappointed and my mom commented on the food so i suggested we leave and she agreed and told dad. Dad said okay and he cut out of the line and left me and Dana in the line with the food carts. I was baffled and embarrassed to be honest. I didn't think he would easily ditch us like this. So us girls waited until we can return the cars then we went downstairs where my dad was waiting and left the store. My mom totally ignored my sitting dad and when he followed us she barked at him to not speak to her because his behavior so far today was not acceptable. He turned himself around and said he'll wait in the car. We just followed our mom like the Little ducklings i feel we are. Mom asked us where we want to eat if we even wanted to and somehow we found ourselves in Paul.
The menu was in french. It was a dejavu of 7th grade french class so weird. They translated some things but not all. Two of us ordered omelets and the other two ordered poached eggs. Mom texted dad to join us if he wanted to and he told her to enjoy because hes shopping. Typical, really. He throws a tantrum, ditches us, ruins our mood, then thinks his male ego will lead us around. Bleh!
Anyways the food was ....okay...totally not worth the prices. Cora's breakfast in Canada tastes so much better that there is no comparison!
We went shopping at pottery barn afterwards in which i decided i wanted a house by the age if thirty. I want extra rooms, a sun room with glass windows and ceiling, and i want a living room and a guest room. I want that instead of tiny crappy expensive apartments. I hope i can become a doctor so that i can afford a house someday. Or at least a huge apartment like my great aunt's or my grandparents from moms side, may they rest in peace.
After shopping, we went home and we were invited over for lunch at grandma's house. She made msakhan, a Palestinian winter dish that is commonly made in jafa. 

It's made of flat or Iranian bread that is drenched and cooked in olive oil then soaked in chicken broth. A layer of diced onions and certain sour spices coats each layer of the stacked bread and this is served with roasted chicken on the side. A hand eaten meal, think of it as a Palestinian pizza! Of course instead of it being soaked and drenched, today people only brush some oil and sauce on it so we wont black out after we eat it.
I ate a bit and went home, then mom told me to go downstairs because my dad's aunt have rolled up yummy dawali aka wara enab (letterly grape leaves) and they tasted soooo gooood. These are actually commonly eaten cold as appetizers. I was not able to maintain myself and scarfed down at least 5!

The dawali she got for us.
mom got us sweets at night and i ate some of that too. wonder i gained weight! I haven't had any of these food in months or even years!


Friday, December 20, 2013


we were Invited for lunch over At my dad's aunt. She made couscous with chicken but she made it spicy so i couldnt enjoy  it that well.
Dads cousin has a persian kitty and it was so adorbs. She named her sushi! She put her in my lap and she started purring then ran off after dana walked into the room.
We then went out to hamra mall where we window shopped at all these brand stores such as gucci and Well i dont remember what else.
The area smelled of h2s though which smells foul. I  then told dad im hungry because i didnt eat well at lunch. It's usually rude to ask for more and noone offered me more so...bleh
I told dad i wanted shawarma!! And so he drove us to te nearest shawarma place and i ordered two. Yummy...but Now im hungry again.
My 2nd uncle and aunt called to come over today. We excused ourselves because we want to spend time with parents not with hospitality. they also didnt give us much time notice, i mean dropping at night doesnt give us time to prepare ourselves.
My older sisiter, mom and I went tothe loon afterwards to getour eyebrows threaded and staches waxed. Talk about no pain, no gain.

My fourth uncle Offered to take my sister out on a drive, but i Was not mentioned in that awkwar , im ony 2.5 years younger ...
He ended up leaving by himself though.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

gingerbread house and icecream

Yesterday, we màde a ginger bread house. I bought it in canada just for dana!

Today I talked to nor a bit and we still didnt set up a time to hangout. How depressing.

My older sister had plans with her friend and my younger sister had plans with her friends and I....well ..not much.
When dad noticed that, he told me to get dressed to take me out. I told him I wanted icecream! I like icecream.
He agreed and we ended up going to an exhibition but it had ended and so we switched to the mall. I ate yummy shawarma at the mall and dad ordered Beryani. I shared his meal because indian food usually has so much.
Afterwards we went to basken robins where I got the icecream I wanted. When we were done eating we walked around the harbour at the back of the mall. We also had done some shopping and it seems most stores have 50% off sale. Too bad I dont really want anything.

Fought a bit today. I was messing around with dana. Mom was rude, I was rude back and older sister conveniently shoves herself and yells at me in which dana responds by yelling back at my older sis to stop picking on me. Families.....are....weird.

Maybe wasting 2000$ on this winter holiday was a just a mistake. It's only for two weeks afterall.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

quote of the day: chocolate Chip Mint Icecream

 we were talking abou my older sister's favorite icecream flavour; chocolate chip mint icecream.

Dana: it's like a bowl of toothpaste!
- i high 5 her for wording my exact thoughts-
Dana: no, a cup of toothpaste.
-high 5 again-

Yeah my older sis has a preference of eat icecream in a mug!

It was a good day today. Filled with laughter but i didn't do anything that productive an im afraid of those  2 weeks wll finish soon...

Monday, December 16, 2013

the perfect airport

Augh as much as I love amsterdam's airport, the internet sucks ass!
I wish all airports were as organized and well designed as the airport in amsterdam and have good enough unlimited internet like toronto's airport. I also want airports to have people as friendly as the ones in halifax.
Augh, that would be the perfect airport.
Well, there's still 3 hoursnleft before boarding and probably 20 mins of free wifi left.

12 more hours and we see the family

Sunday, December 15, 2013

yet to be boarded

We've made it to Toronto. So far we are both drousy from lack of sleep but she has it worse considering that she is still sick. Shes sleeping next to me on the benches as we wait for the boarding to begin. Poor soul.

Next stop: Amsterdam!

kiss my laptop good bye

Just a brief summary of today's events before I kiss my laptop good bye.

Today I woke up at about 7:30 am to pray, get dressed and head to the dojo where I was tested for my green belt. I think I passed it. Revi gave me my christmas present as she promised. It turned out to be this cute little sweater on a hanger ornament. You can see it posted on instagram if you click the instagram button. 
I also got a card from her. I had a list of things to purchase from the mall so as I left to the mall, justin decided to join me. Justin is another friend from karate. He's an indian that has previously lived in the middle east and he knows like four languages! He has something to buy from walmart, so he tagged along and we ate lunch there too.
When I went back I wrote a check to the office, in which I still don't know if it will bounce back or not I really hope not!!!!!
I then checked in, and confirmed our flight and rearranged our seats for the first flight. Augh, after blacking out for a while, my sister came from her exam and we ate. 
She went to sleep cause she's sick and didn't sleep today much either and I cleaned up a bit around the house and packed my bag.
I'm tired, our flight is at 8:55 am, and there's gonna be a storm tomorrow! just my luck. I need to wake up at 5 am though!

moving disaster moments of the day:
while I was eating my lunch, the brocolli fell off my fork and bounced from my shirt to my sleeve to Justin's pants before landing on the floor. It was weird.

I also broke a plate right after I cleaned it and put it on the rack to dry. It practically jumped off that too! 

Friday, December 13, 2013

Ecology grade

I got an A- in Ecology. I'm unsure if I'm happy or sad with this mark. The Death class has dropped my GPA, and although this one lifted it a bit. It would have been a better job if it had been an A+. I suppose the ecology lab is what damaged me. Damn, talk about so close, yet so far away.

So far, my cumulative GPA will not get me to med school. Then again, so far, all my gpa will not be counted towards medschool.


Thursday, December 12, 2013

End of semester!

YEÝ!!! The first semester of my second year has Finally ended!

My reaction upon submitting my final exam:

I'm so happy, i have a list of things i have to do though. Chores to do before travellig such as buying ink for the printer and cleaning the house and things to do in Kuwait (yeah im travelling again) such as build a ginger bread house with my sisters and make that video i wanted.

I'm  so happy this misery is over with.  Next semester is when the real shit starts though for it will be counted in my application towards med school. Oh, lord, please have mercy on my sister and I. I hope she finds something she loves  and enjoys doing and gets accepted in it.

Oh well!!!!
Enjoy this video on how I feel right now!!!


Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Stories from Palestine

I came across this picture on facebook, and I wanted to know more about Christopher's encounters in Palestine.

this is what actually happened:
"And then, out of the dry furnace air, a disembodied voice crackles over a loudspeaker.

'Come on, dogs,' the voice booms in Arabic. 'Where are all the dogs of Khan Younis? Come! Come!'

I stand up. I walk outside the hut. The invective continues to spew: 'Son of a bitch!' 'Son of a whore!' 'Your mother's cunt!'

The boys dart in small packs up the sloping dunes to the electric fence that separates the camp from the Jewish settlement. They lob rocks toward two armored jeeps parked on top of the dune and mounted with loudspeakers. Three ambulances line the road below the dunes in anticipation of what is to come.

A percussion grenade explodes. The boys, most no more than ten or eleven years old, scatter, running clumsily across the heavy sand. They descend out of sight behind a sandbank in front of me. There are no sounds of gunfire. The soldiers shoot with silencers. The bullets from the M-16 rifles tumble end over end through the children's slight bodies. Later, in the hospital, I will see the destruction: the stomachs ripped out, the gaping holes in limbs and torsos.

Children have been shot in other conflicts I have covered—death squads gunned them down in El Salvador and Guatemala, mothers with infants were lined up and massacred in Algeria, and Serb snipers put children in their sights and watched them crumple onto the pavement in Sarajevo—but I have never before watched soldiers entice children like mice into a trap and murder them for sport."

 it sounds worse than the picture. It actually explains what happened, and I'm shocked. I knew the IDFs were asshole scums, but I never thought they purposely targeted the children. How inhumane.

Here are some more stories....

"Our house in Jaffa exists," he says, offering me the paper. "I have all the documents. Two Iraqi Jewish families live there. I visited them in 1975. We had coffee. They told me they knew it was my house. They said they had left four houses in Iraq. They told me to go to Iraq and take one."

So, in here, not only do they admit to the theft of his house, but they do so over a cup of coffee! Hilarious, really.

"U.N. officials would come to my elementary school and tell us to open up our shirts," he says. "They would douse us with DDT. . . . When I saw pictures in magazines of the way other people lived I was jealous. I was especially jealous of children who could have long hair. We could not let our hair grow because of the lice."

"This is what I worked so hard to prevent," he says, his voice hoarse and low. "I took Ali with me every day to my restaurant at 6:00 in the morning on al-Bahar Street. I made him promise he would not go to the dunes to throw rocks. Yesterday he asked to go home at 3:00. He said he had to study for the makeup sessions they are holding because of all the school closings this year. A half hour after he left people came running to tell me he was shot in the leg. I ran through the streets to the hospital. They would not let me in. They said he would be discharged soon. They told me he was okay. I forced my way inside and saw him lying in the corridor dead with a bullet hole in his heart. I fainted."
A father tells the story of his murdered son. 

His mother, seated next to him and wearing a black head scarf, slowly shakes her head. "He goes every day," she says softly. "I sent my older son to bring him home. And he was not home five minutes before he went back. I tell the boys it is useless, throwing stones and becoming a martyr will not make the Israelis leave. My sister has lost a son. My brother has lost a son. One of my uncles was killed and a cousin is dead. I tell them to look at the history of our struggle. All these deaths achieve nothing.

She begins to talk about the first uprising, which led to the Oslo peace agreement. Her husband, Samir, stands in a blue shirt, white pants, and sandals at the end of the bed. He was a prisoner then in Israel. One morning Israeli soldiers burst into her two-room house in the refugee camp while she was baking bread. Her son was six months old. They turned the place upside down and threw the boy on the stove. He was severely burned. As she speaks she gently places her fingers on his small arm, now hooked up to an intravenous tube."

A mother tells hers....

A doctor talks to Christopher:"Of the 1,206 killed and wounded, he says, 655 were under the age of eighteen. He cannot understand why soldiers would fire at children. 

"In thirty years of practice," he says, "I have never treated a patient who died after being hit by a rock." 

"He stops, the familiar thousand-yard stare of despair and incomprehension creeping across his face, the look beaten into him, beaten into his father and his father's father and, no doubt, if he has children, a look that will be beaten into them.
'Today or tomorrow,' he says. 'What does it matter when I die?'"

I have..nothing to say anymore, the rest is to you,

Creepy Man

Waaah, the creepy bangladish guy from last year's calculus class called me today!
I totally ran away from the phone when I saw his name on the screen!!!!!

I'm such a wuss, but I can't confront my problems...I don't wanna encourage his behavior! I...he freaks me out, it's so uncomfortable talking to him!!!!

you don't understand people, he hit on me several times, and and...I'm not used to this nonsense! Like, the last conversation I had with him went like this: he talked with his friend in their own language and when his friend left, I asked him what he said. He looked me straight in the eye and told me 'he said you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.' What load of crap is that?!
I wear a hijab! and I didn't have any makeup on that day, and I was sitting down, and that guy was clearly talking about something bothering him, without even taking another glance at I just find it disgusting that a man you're not in any relationship with would tell you such sentimental words so easily. Augh!!! and it isn't the first time!

He's like what 26? 28? And I'm only 19!!! and I ...totally cut off all ties with him ever since he started those comments like ooh you're so beautiful...and..talking bout marriage and Why do guys always talk about marriage! It's like CHILL THE FUCK OUT I'M ONLY 19!!! Even my backwards grandma doesn't pressure me  into marriage... like what the hell! Just because I don't date doesn't mean I'm gonna be in an arranged marriage..or planning on marrying you. aaah!!! and what's worse about that guy is that I genuinely thought he had a hard time adapting and I showed him the prayer room, because he asked! and I told him to stay strong and shit like that. But he kept whining bout how he misses his mommy, and I told him to chill, I'm not seeing my mom either and I'm fine with it. He also complained about how drunk girls threw themselves at him in the elevator and I stupidly believed it. Then later on, I see pictures of him on facebook with beer bottles in his dorms and with him in parties or what not. Okay maybe it wasn't beer? but seriously, i don't know. He just creeps me the shit out. Makes my tummy flip and tighten.

what do I do with this phonecall! I already ignored one of his messages this semester. I can't keep ignoring him can I? what If I run into him in school...wait..I only have an exam on Wed, then my semester is practically over! GAH! what do I do!?

So scary!

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Quote of the Day: Strip

me: "Let me see you strip down to the pole!" (singing)
sis: You whowa! (mimicking Howard wollowitz's mom)

She made me laugh -w-

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Pizza Delivery

*Someone calls me and I pick up*
him: yeah, hello you just ordered the pizzas blah blah and your credit card isn't working.
me: I didn't order any pizzas.
him: Maybe someone else in the household ordered it.
me: haha, yeah, no one ordered pizza.
him: We are standing outside with 2 medium blah blah pizzas
me: Do you even know what this address is? This is 2155....(wait..why am I telling a stranger where I live....) Well, tell me what address you're in!
him: Well, someone has to pay for it!
me: Well, it's not gonna be me! I didn't order anything!
him: You have just been pranked by blah blah
me: I hate you 
him: *hangs up*
me:  lol, what just happened?

I told my sister what happened and she laughed.
sis: You made me fart!
me: I should put that on facebook.
sis: no, don't!
sis: but that's funny, you made me laugh so hard I farted!
me: *facepalms*

Quote of the Day: Quiet

me: *meows around*
       "Sis, be quiet!"

sis: I didn't do anything! ;o;

I love messing around with her.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Where's my exam?!

So, the bad news was that I couldn't find my online psych exam. I was supposed to do it yesterday and wasn't able to even find it.

The good news is, after emailing the teacher she told me it was due to technical difficulties and that I can do it today.

THE AWESOME news is that I got 67/70 on it, A+ BABY!!!

Try your best, is this season of stress,

Monday, December 2, 2013

pink samsung cover

So I just received my keyboard and cover for the tab 3 and it's adorable! It's pink and cute and the keyboard detaches too!!!
It took like 3 or 4 weeks to arrive but it was also cheap and damn worth it. I bought it online from aliexpress after amazon had run out of the colour i wanted. The keyboard gets charged and it works via bluetooth, so if there's no internet then bleh. Its awesome regardless!

Keyboard fits inside

Detachable keyboard

Sunday, December 1, 2013


Woot! I hooked this site to instagram, now I don't have to put all the pictures here, well most if I have time. Putting pics on instagram takes less time!

Anyways, the button is above if you care. If you know how i can put that button somewhere else feel free to tell me!

and Thank you penguin Lady :D


Steam Iron

Two days ago my sister's friend's sister had dropped by to sleep over at our apartment for a period of three days. The girl had traveled to halifax in order to be interviewed for her Dentistry, you see she's already a dentist, but outside of Canada! How devastating.

Anyways, so today we are going to Corra's breakfast and Lunch to have some brunch. The food there tastes awesome but my older sister said the portions of food had decreased lately. That's not cool.

Moving disaster moment of the day:

I was ironing my sister's shirt on the steam iron and when I pulled the sleeve out to iron it the shirt fell off the hanger. I hanged little iron hose on top so I can pick up the shirt and the hose falls off. I hanged the shirt and picked up the iron and a piece of the iron broke off and fell. gah!

At least i put it back in place and didn't burn anything!


Fucked by Death

The professor has previously given us a paper on what to study. Words to define, and about 20 essay questions in which only 4 or 6 will come in the exam. He also said there will be 30 multiple choice questions and T or F and fill in the blanks.
About an hour or so before the exam started I noticed an email sent to all students with just the answers to the questions the professor has provided.

The professor, who I thought didn't check his emails because he doesn't have the common decency to reply to any of them, had apparently discovered this shared information.

He decided to cancel the exam and give us one sheet of paper with 4 Essay questions. We had to choose two to write about and guess what guys?

Each question was worth 50% of my Final EXAM! In other words, EACH question was worth 20% OF MY WHOLE CLASS!

So, there I sat in the class bursting in laughter of utmost disbelief. hhh is this all he's got!