tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127381102011-04-22T07:37:02.169+03:00Apathetic..Jan6ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078547731253799869noreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12738110.post-88966676402712801252007-05-05T23:37:00.000+03:002007-05-06T01:09:57.820+03:00

http://what-the-news.com/gpage107.html*Munchkin!

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"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know." - Ernest Hemingway*Oll Korrect

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BUT(one t not two)I can't stop singing :"Could you be the most beautiful girl in the world.It's plain to see you're the reason that God made a girl!"*Kraft!

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Damien Rice - 9 Crimes http://www.zshare.net/audio/damien-rice-9-crimes-mp3-n28.html*Bharat!

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Sometimes I crack myself up, thats when I know I am but a sad lil thing.Just now I was thinking of posting and was seriously considering the following to be my post:"Oh i'm on a break"---end post----Oui je sais NOT funny but I smiled so 1-0.

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I was never one who panics nor do I think I ever will be. I hate spoons and manage to live a happy life without them. I think 'love' is over rated and doubt I'm missing out on anything.Self pity is the worse thing one can experience, in fact I think its excessively selfish to do so. I can not tolerate people with bad body odor yet I like the smell of fresh sweat. Yes there is a difference. I used

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6al3a min bait abooha ray7a bait iljeeran ! Faaat ma salam 3alaya yimkin il7iloo za3lan ! - Although I am single woman with two parents the house number in Kuwait is saved as "Bait Uboy" on my phone. A7ibik 7ub Jinoony wathumak fy 3yoony, washoofak noor 3ainy wantathrak tijeeny ! Allaah hala hala 7abeeby hala hala - At this point Jinoony would be Aramex. Je suis désolé, Lo siento , Ik ben droevig

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* I've taken up Spanish for reasons beyond me. Blame Larry Keim!* Last night slept on the beach: sticky , sweaty and all tha jazz. Came home this afternoon in desperate need of a shower. Went to the bathroom, stripped, got in the tub and wadyoo know: NO WATER!Got a towel, wrapped it round myself and stayed like that for 2 hours planning my next move. Check in a hotel ? Go over to friend's

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Yes I am easily amused.Yes I am immature.and.. Yes this made me giggleI had a wonderful morning. I had a wonderful afternoon.Touch it . Bring it . Pay it . Watch it . Turn it . Leave it . Stop . Format it . *Hot?

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Why am I not posting? Simply cuz I choose not too.How have you been? Relatively good- whatever that means.Enjoying life? What a stupid question, I'll let you know when I'm done.Need help? Yes please but then again who doesn't?Interests of the week? Anythin with the letter 'i' in the beginning of the word.Tough times? That's the understatement of the year and what a crappy year it has

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The odds are against me. Deadlines.Personal satisfaction against magnanimity.Residue.Dreams are great but reality is fine too. Addictions.Rhetorical questions.Dead end?

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With just about everythin I take my time doing things. I hate being rushed, in fact if you rush me I'll mentally charge you an extra five minutes for the extra pressure. My Phys.Ed teacher did not particularly like me. Well actually he did, I always did what I was told and participated in class and actually enjoyed myself but there was one thing that got on his nerves- I was always the last

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* Lucky Number Slevin - fun stuff!* A boy called IT- not so fun but a good read nonetheless.* Chay Darseen- good stuff!* Chocolate syrup on grilled tomatos- not so good!* Oven burns - painful shi'!* Lil scars of cookin escapades - cute stuff!* Friends spontaneous declaration of their love for you - cool kiny stuff.* Dumbasses sending 'aloo' text message - NOT cool! I repeat NOT cool!* Excuse me

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Oprah's episode today(yesterday?) was emotionally draining.000000000000000When I focus on somethin for too long I fail to see the obvious. My new 'fresh eyes' technique is to STOP DROP and ROLL, no I'm just kiddin hehe I stop, drink tropicana orange juice*, play a song then get back to the task at hand (usually its Su Doku or lookin for my keys).*Can only be tropicana cuz their new bottles are

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AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!i n e e d t o g e t m y a c t t o g e t h e r t h i s i s g e t t i n g b e y o n d p a t h e t i c a n d t h e w o r s e p a r t i s i a m a w a r e o f i t e v e r y s i n g l e f r i g g i n g o d d a m n d a y i t s n o t h o m e s i c k n e s s i a c t u a l l y n e v e r w e n t t h r o u g h t h a t i t s n o t b o r e d o m i m a c t

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A crowded restaurantI'm standing there waiting for a table, place is slightly packed and whenever someone passes infront of me this is what I do - ashfu6 karshity and tiptoe!WHY?I don't know, I guess in my head I'm givin the dude more space to walk. ------------------*Its nice..

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Where have all the ladybugs gone? Could it be that I've grown older and stopped looking for them? I remember being a toddler and searching the fields in the wafra or in the garden tryin to find the odd creature. Once I found them I'd let them crawl all over my skin allowing them to freely roam their new ground. Ten minutes later I'd either get bored or ticklish and make sure the lil thing came

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This picture broke my heart. No not because I'm a lovey dovey person and did a whole 'aaaawww how cute'. (actually it is cute but thats not the point!) It triggered MANY unpleasant childhood memories. I think I'm brave enough to share my deep dark secret. A secret I've never admitted to anyone. I am brave now.(i don't know how to skip) Everythin else I can do: walk, jog, run, sprint, skip the

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(Thats a lie-t'was kinda fun)Thanks to Misguided's cool ass post!*Clavicles!

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I find it funny that I never question somethin until I'm asked to explain it. Today I had a very interesting (prolly only to me) about arabic nicknames. It just confused the hell outa my friend but in the end he surprisingly got it. so today's victim is : Mohammed (Shaheen is busy)Clueless: So why did you call him Mhamad isn't his name Mohammed? Jan6a: Yeah in Arabic its pronounced Mhamad, and

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Im the kind of person who whenever I see anyone running I automatically say (out loud might I add)"Ruuun Forrest! Ruuuuuuun!" Yes I am geeziya* and proud. Leave me alone.*tried to Shift F7 this word but I got nothing.So Forrest Gump. You think of that movie and what comes to mind other than:"My momma always said, Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."I love that

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Since I never kept a diary I'll use my blog for this entry. Dear 3abdo, (a diary's garra have a name no?) March 11 has been good to me this year. I don't remember where or what I was I doin last year or the year before but today has been blissful. You know when its just a good day from start to finish. Yes yes exactly that. Start -> Finish has been wonderful. Funny thing nothin dramatic, life

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I realized I have a soft spot for nice waiters !Sometime last week I went to this local family owned restaurant with very basic furniture, I figured their food would make up for the decor but yeeeah NO!The table next to mine was occupied by elderly Brits who huffed and puffed at their food. When the waiter asked how everythin was they blurted "the meat is synthetic and the chips taste like

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Whenever on holiday I dont have time to clean out my inbox or sent items. So here are a couple of Sent Items I thought I'd share: "U know whats cool and weird at the same time- everyone and by that i mean everyone smokes so everywhere is Smokin- Hell, even Mc F!@'in Donalds!""I'm havin baqlawa shaped like a pie so yummy! China wa7da wearing a fluffy skirt without nickers so the cold air is

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epistrefw se ligoKalimera!

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Mic check mic check:* Humans are the only species on earth that have face-to-face sex.Comment: that should be that can because not all humans do.* The Bible, the world's best-selling book, is also the world's most shoplifted book.Comment: hehe thats just funny.* Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn't wear pants.Comment: prudes!* In all Mickey Mouse cartoons, no matter

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You are given a name.You (and by that I mean I ) love your name.Your answer to your name.Your name might be after a great person (relative, boxer, etc.)Your name is yours.Ever notice how when you're having a deep conversation with anyone and your given name is added it changes the tone of the whole thing. Shag7a will be our victim todayShaheen: Shag7o laish chithy imsakba feeny.Analysis: :

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Hunger strikes when I'm all aloneHunger strikes when there's no meat, only boneHunger strikes when jan6a feels like watchin porn.Thats a lie, but you wouldn't believe me even if I'd sworn.Well looky looky I'm a poet and didn't know'it ..*Su Doku!

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Late night blues with nothin but a remote to entertain me. * "I wana Nasty girl"- really?? Please explain to me how Notorious BIG is still producing songs? Didn't he die already? Or does his coffin come with a mini studio switch. Next thing you'll know instead of pimp my ride it'll be 'Pimp my Coffin' * The Kuwaiti group Army of One are funny ass. Seriously A for effort boys. - But can we all say

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I don't believe in home schooling not because of the education level but because once you familiarize yourself with the players you'll notice that they're everywhere-Ex. AIRPLANESThe Principle:You always here his voice loud and clear but rarely see him. He* tells his audience what is to be expected during the course. All major problems are dealt by him- (Flight Plan anyone?)*I'm fully aware

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'Its good to be back' was my initial thought upon entering my bachelorette pad. Funny I didn't feel this was when I was actually back home.You know how every house/apartment has a distinct smell- yeah the first 2 meters from the door of my apartment smells like plastic! Why? Je ne sais pas uuuuhh but yeah- plastic!*The living room smells like bukhoor a la may liga7 a la 7ab. Moving on, - Arabic

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Up till I was about 14 I always regarded "banak" as an illegal substance cuz thats how my parents reacted to its presence- drama queens I know.Now everytime I stop at the round-about to get some I feel like I'm committing a bloody felony. I am traumatized gadaamit!Evertime I say "Gadaamit " I remember* this crappy forward joke about the Bedouin who went to apply for somethin and was annoying

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* Here's the deal, I'm still playing around with the template and I'm still not satisfied.All I know is that I want somethin green!* The other day my little sister told me that she ordered some take out from Sakura, one of our domestic helpers had a spoonful of WASABI thinking it was AVOCADO. She really had nothin else to say, that was our conversation.* In two days I'll be eating my BBQ'd

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8 years old I enjoyed family gatherings. I just found the first 5-10 minutes slightly uncomfortable. I'd go round and round do the whole kissy kissy scene, get my cheeks pinched, a spontaneous squeeze on my tummy and and sometimes a pat on the back. ---------------- 13 years old I started disliking the beginnings, cuz now you have your distant cousins doing the whole 3 kissy thing when you only

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Apparently I've been tagged by Laialy, I basically have to list my 'weird' habits. First of allI I'm not sure how many were asked for so I'm just gonna type away. Second of all, there is no second of all. * I have 4 different clocks in my living room all set to different time zones- makes my life easier. My biological clock would perfectly match a middle schooler in Chicago.* If i'm stuck with

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*Picture Perfect!

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"May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the ass of the person who screws up your year and may his arms grow too short to scratch it!"*Hmm!

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This made my day. * Ayaa 3alaich!

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Paris!! London!! LA!! Chicago!! Tokyo!! Bagdad!! New York!!I want to live like animals: careless and free - So would like some Carefree?Maybe I'm just like my father too boldMaybe I'm just like my mother-she's never satisfied. Latinatherny Bi3ain Latigoly inta fain- Bs goooly kilmitain! - Bullah galah roo7 moot. Moo a7san low gayila uhwa wain?When the the the the rhythm starts to play dance

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*Morning Delight

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There was glitch with my intercom. You know how when someones downstairs and ring your assocatied apartment tbutton, you answer the intercom and Buzz them in? WELL, aparantely my intercom never closes- Meaning: for the past 2 months everyone who was passing by the apartment could hear everything that was going on in my living room. It just so happens that the living room is where I spend most of

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* So how is Alcoholics Anonymous really anonymous y when the first thing they do is say their name? Really now! Shouldn't it go somethin like"Hi I'm number 13 and I'm an Alcoholic?"*I really really wanna psychoanalyze a kleptomaniac.

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Guess who's back, back againShanta's back, tell a friendGuess who's back guess who's back guess who's backNananaaaaaaaahFunny lines of the week:"Everybody we have finished boarding operation ""The Air Humps are painful please don't forget to make your belt tight so you don't jump""La volta prossima we make handcuff you!"- that was actually said to me and I just stared in disbelief/amusement""

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Jan6a: Mr. Google, will you marry me? I was about to do some research on the trigeminal nerve and so I clicked on my shortcut button to Google. Then I started wondering about the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button. I don't know about you but I've gotten a couple of forwards in my emails where they've asked me to type in a word and click the Lucky button and what comes out is a page making fun of Bushy

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F L S Hmm, I saw these three letter on a license plate today and it screwed me up. The plate number was FLS 200. Granted I haven't slept since yesterday or the day before or whatver but what's the first you think when you look at those three letters?This is how my mind works:F L S: Falis, the verb of the noun "emfalis" in arabic*. *Okay its Kuwaity but whatever, its all the same to meI blinked,

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* Everybody Loves Raymond- I don't! I don't even like him. * The future is so bright it burns my eyes. Blukh. My eyes are fine thank you very much.* Anyone interested in a ghetto couch? Blue/yellow checkered. * I know this guy who has a hard time with spelling and to make his life easier he pronounces every single letter. At a restaurant he'd ask if the meat was "lamB-B-B or beef". At

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- Stayed up till 6 am, read a bit (not more than half an hour), deleted messages then slept. - Comic relief buddy wakes me up at 8:15 am to tell me something completely useless. I don't mind people waking me up, its the manner in which they do. She snuck in quietly and said my name in a whisper- SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME! - I was so freaked out and was unable to go back to sleep. Stayed in bed

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Twice a week all the floors, toilets are washed and the apartment smells like bukhoor with a hint of detol. I realized that whenever I see the blue soap or watever in the toilet it breaks my heart to take a piss and flush. Because once I do that they'll be no more blue :(If any wise ass say "you can always add some or buy the thing that produced the blue thingy majiggy after each flush- I already

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Time: 4am Situation: unknown email added me to msnMood: apathetic, sleep deprived.Him: Please wi9feely shaklich, a7ib laman akalim a7ad atkhayal wayha jidamy. *This automatically putting him in the "spiky-waxed up hair-sexually deprived-tiriqiming-tight pants-boot cut-3agad humping" category. Me: Where do I start, I have green eyes but I'm visually impaired which is why my sibling is reading and

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Home.Home is never where I am, but where I am not!

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I'm cold, still coughing like crazy. My voice is all hoarse and stuffy. I'm sick of people calling me and asking "Umm did you just wake up?" .. What if I did? Would that change the conversation?Will Smith and Usher annoy me. Die already! Why are people talkin about New Year Resolutions when it's still the beginning of November.My mother called to tell me it was my father's birthday, so i said

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...................Its like finally gettin your internet on a blackout day Its a free meal on a Sunday-ay Its like 10,000 mosquitos when you're all out of spray................... So isn't it GUBESA, don't ya think?!A lil tooo emgabes Yeah I really do think!

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This one is for you Babbler, here goes nothin:Seven Things I Plan To Do:* Go to Amsterdam, Portugal, Florence, Dublin and Lebanon before March.* Eat only when I'm hungry (easier said than done)* Sleep a maximum of 10 hours per day (i can sleep like a bitch if no one wakes me)* Master the position to piss in 7amam 3araby(not that i ever plan on pissing in one- I've been practicing but 6eeee6

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So after my extended non-fasting week I'm back in Ramadan mood. Took the day off, slept till 11 and decided to go for a walk. As soon as I crossed the friggin highway it started raining so lalalalaaaah I walk back to my apartment - only now I'm SOAKED! So I take off all my clothes at the door, walk to the bathroom only to realize that all the curtains are wide open for the viewing pleasure of two

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_____________________Yigidny _________3izga __Hallucinogenic (cuz it took me such a long time to say it right - haaloocinogenic - halucinogenic- hallucinogenic.. there we go!)

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Age: 7Location: ClassroomPersonality: CheekyFor some reason before letting us out for "Lunch Time," Miss. Walker used to make the whole class sit in 4 rows. And depending on how good we were she'd either call out our name or the name of the row and that meant we could leave."Abdooolah" and then cute lil Abdullah would smile all pleased with himself and leave."Row 3" and then the whole row would

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I hate weddings..The whole fake scene isn't my cup of tea!I'm not very fond of buffets so the food is a big turn-off!When my friends tell me they're getting married I *try* to leave the country.The bride is supposed to be the "happiest" person there- is she really?? Note: Happiest is somehow replaced with "most uncomfortable"!Funerals on the other hand- make sense!

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