eshda3wa

September 30, 2008

Perfumes




I love getting perfumes as gifts, especially Arabic ones. My cousin hates it, she says its not a thoughtful gift, just convenient.

I disagree, if anyone takes the time to buy anything at all even if its just convenient, it still counts as thoughtful.

I like having a big collection of scents to choose from, and i always spray according to my mood.

Fig my roommate only likes using one perfume at a time. A bottle of perfume usually lasts only a week with her cuz she doesn't just spray it, she takes a shower with it. and suffocates me along the way.

I hate it when people spray too much. They would enter a room and immediately flood your senses. Its not nice, just over powering. And my god if your in a confined place like an elevator!
I can actually feel their perfume in the back of my throat!


But i guess being over powered by perfume is a lot better than being over powered by body odor!

(this is me trying to find a bright side, eshraykom feeni wana positive)
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 31 comments

September 29, 2008

The Poor Thing!

As Silver and I were walking around in mishref coop, we spotted this:



ee laish 3ad!
couldnt come up with a better name!
Pick on someone your own size next time!

posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 39 comments

September 27, 2008

While I was Sleeping




RING RING RING FREAKING RING

*put fone on silent*

VIBRATE VIBRATE FREAKING VIBRATE

*turn fone off*

House fone RING RING RING FREAKING RING

*ignore*

House fone RING RING RING FREAKING RING AGAIN

*ignore*

Maid walks in whispering

eshda3wa eshda3wa your aunt is on the fone

me : fatma how many times have i told you when im asleep just tell who ever is calling that im asleep. do NOT wake me up

fatma : your aunt said to wake u

eshda3wa: i dont care! tell her ok but do NOT wake me up!

House fone RING RING RING FREAKING RING

ok this has to be an emergency if shes calling me this much

too lazy to reach for the house fone

*switch mobile on again*

mobile RING RING RING FREAKING RING

eshda3wa ( sleepy voice) : alo

Aunt : weeeh nayma

LA WALLAH
EBTHEMAT UR FACE!

eshda3wa: laa 3ade khalti amray

Aunt : the shirt u bought me yesterday do you think it'll shrink if i wash it at home?

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME
SHAYFATNI MA9BAGHA!
I NEVER DID MY OWN LAUNDRY
HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW

eshda3wa: madre wallah khalte, dont you take all your clothes to the dry cleaners ?

Aunt: yeah i do but i was showing it to my friend and she said that this kind of material shrinks

WHAT FREAKING DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE SINCE YOUR NOT GOING TO BE WASHING IT GOD DAMN IT

eshda3wa: aha

Aunt: are you comming for futoor

eshda3wa: no ill come after, do you want me to get anything

Aunt: no sweetheart, see you later

agh!
ALLAHOMA INI 9A2MA!!
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 54 comments

September 26, 2008

Pure Torture


Every time i sit with a certain someone they make me want to stick a screw driver in my ear, just so i can block their voice out !
And that's in the first 5 minits of pointless conversation with them!

15 minits into it they make me want to take the screw driver from my deaf ears and stick it in my eye just so I can stop looking at them!

Anything longer than that I have to fight the urge to not stick the same screw driver in my heart!
just so i can end the misery of ever being in the same room as them.

I sit there in pain and pray to god that no-one ever feels that way about me.
That i don't inflict that much misery on to another person.

The problem is its a person I have to see and interact with during gatherings, there's no way around it! shasawe eb 3mri ya rabbe!

SABRIK YA AYOOB!!
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 28 comments

September 25, 2008

Addictions



Tv shows
you name it
i probably watch it




They say the way to a mans heart is through his stomach
well so is the way to eshda3was



Reading
Is anyone not addicted to shoes?


Blogging!
I cant get enough of you guys!

posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 27 comments

September 22, 2008

To Work Or Not To Work




That is my question.
I dont know what I want to do.
A part of me is excited to start.
I want to work and be productive Make my own money.
But another part of my is telling me The first day of work is the first day of the rest of my life, So why hurry ?
Why not take 6 months off and be a bum.
Do nothing but travel.
The thing is everyone i know is either in school or already working
no one is in limbo. So.. To work or not to work?
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 58 comments

September 20, 2008

Fu6oor




My girlfriends came over for fu6oor at my place yesterday.
As usual I had every intention to take pictures of everything for you guys
but i was too busy playing hostess I forgot till midway thru the meal!

There was so much food !
All of it was scrumptious

We had
Chinese vegetable soup
Cream of chicken and corn soup
Two different kinds of salad
Machboos chicken
Rice with 4 kinds of mushroom
Gaboo6
Stuffed kusa in lemon sauce
4 different kinds of samboosa
Shrimps
Pasta
Msakhan
and most important Dates!

For dessert we had
elgaimat with debs not sheera, i cant stand elgaimat with sheera!
Cheese cake
Chocolate cake
More dates, each one stuffed with something different
and my friend made these peanut butter cubes covered in chocolate
they were yummy

and of course
tea, green tea, and arabic coffee.

everyone was stuffed!
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 51 comments

September 16, 2008

Conquer The World




If you had the chance to do one thing
and you know 100 percent you'll be successful doing it,
what would you do?
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 52 comments

September 15, 2008

Fatafeat




Hi everyone! I have recently moved back to Italy, my home country, and cannot find fatafeet on tv anymore? If I am not mistaken it was on nilesat, right? Is it still free on air?
Thank you for this info. I love this channel and it is a good company to me when I am at home.

* This question was posted on my blog..
can anyone help this italian fellow out?

posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 20 comments

September 13, 2008

The Day I Beat Up My Fathers Girlfriend III


*read part I and II in the previous posts

I drove back home with every intention to end this Thursday like it started. Perfectly normal.
I walked in and saw my mother sitting in the living room watching tv. I kissed her forehead and entered my room.
Once I walked in everything I have done came rushing back at me, flooding me one minit and totally draining me the next. Ever since I found out about my dad i hadn't had a good nights sleep. I needed to get in bed, just lay down and breath.
I crawled in still wearing my shoes and closed my eyes.

Where is she! Where the hell is she?! I could hear my fathers voice somewhere far away.

He knows.
Should I pretend I don't know what he's talking about. Should I lock myself in my room?
Or should I just confront him and get it over with?!!

I didnt have time to come to a decision. My father came barging into my room with my mother at his heels a look of total confusion on her face.

What did you do! How dare you! How dare you ! he screamed

What did she do! asked my mom panicked

I sat up slowly in bed.

How dare I, I hissed, really dad!

What were you thinking! Thats totally irresponsible of you! Shes threatening to go to the police!

Police ! Whats going on! My moms hands flew to her heart

We both ignored her.

You want to talk about responsibility! Lets talk about yours daddy! While you so casually tossed us aside I was trying to save this family!

I did not raise you to act like that!

And I suppose your parents raised you to cheat on your wife !

My dad slapped me across the face. Hard!

I could feel my whole left side throbbing.

Cheat on his wife my mom whispered

Should I tell her or do you want to? I said angrily

My dad did not reply

I turned to her trying to hold back my tears and told her, I just came from an apartment in shaab where I beat up your husbands girlfriend.

My moms knees buckled and she fell to the floor.

To say that this perfectly normal Thursday was the most dramatic in my life would be an understatement.
It can only be topped by the Apocalypse.

In the months that followed my family went through a hell of a roller coaster ride.

My dad stopped talking to me.
My mom left my dad and moved back to her parents place where she stayed for 6 months.

My dad came back crawling with his tail between his legs and begged my mom to come back home.

Eventually she did.
And slowly, very slowly my family started to put pieces of itself back together.

Its been a long time now, and were the happiest we have been in ages.

I don't regret beating that bitch. And yes I do know my dad deserves a beating just as much as she did, but if i could turn back time id walk up to apartment twenty three in a heartbeat.


*this story is true as told to me by the girl who beat up her fathers girlfriend
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 60 comments

September 11, 2008

The Day I Beat Up My Fathers Girlfriend II


*read part 1 in previous post*

As the elevator doors shut, I could feel my temperature rising. I was aware of every breath I took. Short and sharp. My heart thudded in my ears. I looked down at my hands, my nails long and jagged. Good I thought. With me playing Sherlock Holmes the past few weeks I had no time to go get a manicure.
Ding!
The sound of the elevator door opening bought me back to reality. I stood in front of apartment twenty three. The door leading to my hell. I rang the door bell. I could hear noise from the other side, but no one answered. So i rang it again and again.
Maybe the guard was mistaken maybe this isn't the apartment. I searched through my phone book for the number i took from my fathers phone and called. The nokia tune rang loud on the other side of the door.
That's it. That bitch is gonna get it.
I started banging on the door and she finally answered.
Wearing the ugliest pair of pants I have ever seen.

Are you mervat i asked?

Yes who are you

Your worst freaking nightmare bitch!

I don't know what over came me, my hatred for her, or my hatred for my father.
But you must know this. I beat the living shit out of her!
I kicked and I clawed and pulled.
I turned her eyes blue, her nose red.
I was acting like a lunatic, like everything my mama taught me not to be, and it felt damn good!
The bitch threatened to go to the police, as I stood over her my energy spent. I looked down at her and so defiantly said. Go to the police, I want you to go to the police! Hell ill even drive you there myself!
I left the apartment and by the time I got home.
My dad knew what i had done.


* *do you guys want to know how her father reacted? or is the exciting part over?
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 66 comments

September 9, 2008

The Day I Beat Up My Fathers Girlfriend




The day I beat up my fathers girlfriend started like every other. I woke up at 5.30 am to get ready for work. I used the same toothpaste when I brushed my teeth. The same catwalk shampoo when I took my shower. I put on the same pair of black pants that Ive been wearing for the past three days.
Everything on the outside looked the same. I even managed to sit across my father while having breakfast and smile at him.

I probably should explain why my father had a girlfriend in the first place. I have no other reason to give except that hes a cheating bastard.

My mother knew nothing. I found out a few weeks ago, over heard him talking on the phone, and I took down her number.

There's no need to describe to you my feeling of utter dismay.

All you need to know is the day I beat up my fathers girlfriend was a perfectly normal Thursday.
I got dressed to go to work, but didn't. Instead I spent my day following my father around from place to place.

I followed him to work, to the supermarket, to pick up my younger brother from school. I followed him all the way back to the house where we had lunch and took an afternoon nap.
Just like every other day.

When it got dark out my father left the house again, and I left after him. It was humid out, just like its been for weeks . I saw my father go into some fancy building in shaab. I parked my car a few buildings away where i still had a clear view of my fathers car.

I waited and waited and waited some more...

A couple of hours later, my father left the building. I sat up alert in my seat and watched him drive past me.

I got out of my car and went in. The guard greeted me at the door. I asked him if he knew my father, and if he came here often. He was reluctant to answer until i opened my wallet and stuffed his hands with bills.
Please i begged. My family is going to fall apart. You have to tell me which apartment he was in.

23 he replied.

I got into the elevator. My anger building with each step.



*This story is true as told to me by the girl who beat up her fathers girlfriend.
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 53 comments

September 7, 2008

Are YOU Worth It




I had a very interesting conversation with my friends X and Y a while ago.
She wanted to marry someone her parents didn't approve of.

And Y asked her..
is he worth it?
is the battle worth it?
is your parents anger and disapproval worth it?
is your family's scorn worth it?

i stayed quiet through out the whole thing.
Sometimes you can never give the right advice no matter what you say.

but in my opinion Y forgot to ask the most important question of all
are YOU worth it?

We spend so much of our time thinking about everything and everyone else.
Is the journey worth it?
It should be are YOU worth the journey

is he worth the battle
it should be are YOU worth the battle

i think it would be a lot easier for people to come to a satisfying decision when they put themselves in the heart of the situation.
Stop thinking about everything else but yourself.
I'm not trying to encourage ppl to be selfish here.
But you cant always be selfless.

How can you possibly live your life to its full potential when u always take yourself out of the equation?!

Do you get what I'm trying to say here?
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 38 comments

September 5, 2008

Foot Therapy

chillaxing by the river

at home

on the beach

After my Pedicure


cold

in bed

On the way home




posted by eshda3wa at 1:05 AM 54 comments

September 4, 2008

The Journey Home



I rested my head on the seat and stared at the city below me getting smaller and smaller. Tears streamed down my face. I remember feeling this way once before, but I was coming from the other direction.

My stomach tied in knots, my fingers gripping the seat like i was afraid my body would lurch forward and id fling myself myself out of the plane.
Every fiber of my being wanted out. I looked for a bright side but could not see one. I looked for an angle i can deal with, debate with, and reason. but reason decided to sleep in that day.
I did NOT want to be here. I hated it. I already made up my mind. I'm going to be miserable.
I wanted to go back home.

And now I'm crying again. Its amazing what time does to a person. This city grew on me. Engulfed me whole. Chewed me up and spat me out. Its part of my being. Its my home away from home in every sense of the word.
My cousin told me you should write a post on what your gonna miss the most.
I cant.
there isn't one thing I can pinpoint and say this is what I'm gna miss.

I wiped away a few tears, and then gave up. No use fighting it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, fiddled around with the buttons trying to adjust my seat to a more comfortable position. None were working!
Thank you for flying Kuwait airways!
posted by eshda3wa at 12:00 AM 31 comments