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2004 18 June :: 6.28pm
:: Music: laurence - to love you
andy.... eat this *evil laughter*
laurence is sex: i have the attention span of a fish
SPNirvana67: and the sex drive of a kangaroo!
funny shit. ok i'm talking and it's all blag ozy james some weird random dude laurence kaileen sarah swedish deftones fan and i'm all DUDE! and just now in the past 10 minutes, blag, ozy, the swedish dude, the weird dude, james kaileen sarah all slept!
good night!
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2004 18 June :: 6.30am
:: Mood: bouncing to 80's music
:: Music: smashing pumpkins
catching up
since i haven't updated in a bit, i will start from where i should start. the continuation of the day at marina.
so 7amada bought a small caska. and 7amid was cheking it out. and before this blag left. and ozy n i shared an ice cream. then dzaner and 7amada left. then i made ozy pay for my ice cream. he's rich, it's ok. well we take a walk and go to virgin cuz andy wants a webcam. and a mic. we go to virgin, andy, ozy and i, and they are all sold out. i had to ask freaky stalker virgin dude. i mean his email is mr_virgin@hotmail or summat similar. *shudders* done with virgin, we go to the other side! and, you guessed it, got kicked off the walk for sitting. again. that makes 3 in a row. this is one of the strangest streak occurences of my life. we talked and laughed, and made jokes, then my mother calls and goes "i'm coming to pick you up!" and i go "ok" and we go sit at this caf'e right at the entrance. i was all, "you know how in new york if you sit in times square the whole world walks by? well in kuwait, if you sit in this exact spot all of kuwait walks by." it made me want to go to new york. and THEN, we're sitting there and after like 30 minutes my mother calls again and goes "i'm outside". took her long enough. anyhow, i hug ozy and this woman is staring death at me. it's one of those looks where you go"if looks could kill" and things like that. i laughed. then we waited outside for 10 minutes, ebcause my mother wasn't there yet. dude. men in too-short-shorts. i do not approve of ful-grown men in hot shorts. we ride in the car and get shawarmas on the way home and as soon as we got home, andy's mom is outside, so i walked her to the car. nice of me, eh? i go upstairs and my mom is in her sweats and her oldest hijab, and she goes "teach me how to swim." i throw on my bathing suit and we go downstairs, and it's like 11pm and no one's in the pool and it was nice. i gave her a breif lesson, and then she got up and decided that was enough. we'd been in the pool for 10 minutes. i sigh, get up, dry off and go back upstairs. good day.
moving on...
sleep over at barney's! you remember the smashing pumpkins DVD encounter. and that happened ,adn then barney got freaky. so i put her to bed. i swear it was like handling a drunken person. andy and i stay up talking, and we talk and then we talk and finally we decide it's time to go to sleep. we walk into barney's room and realize: there's not enough room on her bed, and she's all sprawled across the whole thing. the solution i come up with? yank the covers out from under her and toss them at the foot of the bed, where andy and i curl up to a beanbag chair. poor substitution, i couldn't stretch my feet out all the way, the bathrom door was in the way, and the floor hurt my back and the beanbag was huge and hurt my neck. at around quarter to two my phone rang. it made the sounds of smashing pumpkins - 1979. barney and andy were bothered. it took a while to wake me up. but i did get up, wrapped in the blankets and covers i'd used as bedspread, and joined andy and barney on the bed. it was the most wonderful feeling after the floor for so long. andy and i started sleepily singing 1979. i recorded. i will send it to you laurence, dear heart. barney then announces, she is spending the day with her sister. i roll out of bed and make arrangements to go to andy's house and help her with this bbq her mom is having. we get here and make cuppa cuppa cuppa! (which by the by tastes like CRAP) and a bunch of 7th graders come over. to entertain them, (all boys by the by) andy and i played twister. everytime we'd bend over the boys would start giggling. it was funny shit, these little 13 year olds checking out our asses as we twist ourselves into less than comfortable and more than slightly kinky positions. this guy filmed it! 70% of it was our asses and the remaining 30% was cleavage. it was hilarious and embarassing at the same time. the only vice... ok i started typoing this sentence then stopped to talk to others online and now i can't remember the rest of it. anyhow, laurence, you will also see this. then we went upstairs, and i'm trying to learn to play guitar so i'm upstairs in andy's room strumming my merry way, and you know what? i'm getting better! ha! i can play come as you are, kiss me, smoke on the water and nothing else matters. i'm almost there with short stories with tragic endings too. my fingers hurt though... and then and then and then. that's pretty much it i guess. i spent the night at andy's and here i am now blogging. i hope you enjoyed that.
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2004 16 June :: 11.37pm
I’ve decided that I don’t like double spacing after periods
It’s like a steel ball attached by rusty chain links gripping my leg. As I drag it through the sand, creating a valley for disturbed insects to shake their fists at me as I pass by, they quickly retreat to make a new home and to avoid the sweltering heat. The abyss of the black appendage soaking in everything that looks into it. Even the brilliantly orange orb above cannot penetrate the darkness. Yet it still taunts me. And the others don’t help either, they encourage the taunting. I look at their steel balls attached by rusty chains, and that’s not what I see. I see floating fairies listening intently. I see books bouncing, spewing letters and words and paragraphs, inviting a plethora of knowledge. I see hearts bleeding, and swelling, and crying, and laughing. I also don’t see deserts waiting to roast the soles of their feet. I see vast oceans of meadow with sporadic white flowers littered here and there. I see colorful lakes, surrounded by rocks and forests. I see exciting roller coasters full of the wonderful things in our hearts. So why am I living in the desert dragging this damned black steel ball with rusty chain links creating valleys and pissing insects off?
I hate when the phone rings and cuts off the flow.
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2004 16 June :: 5.39am
:: Mood: horny
:: Music: us complaining
HOO-HAH!
THis is Alyssa. I'd update my own journal but I already have, like. 223855439853764326875207952498 times already today (big number)
Yeah. We're hornay (that was a typo but it makes us laugh, so we're keeping it)
Yeah. Hoo-hah. Give some.
To us.
Before we give each other some. *scoots away from ToTo*
If ToTo could do anyone right now, she'd do MAtt Bellamy.
Honestly, Laurence, you're #1 on my list. *licks* we've been staringat your neck for an hour. No exaggeration.
We're sitting here staring at The Neck and a picture of some half-naked lady
The hoo-hah gets to your head.
Okay, this is sad. You know what.
THE END!!!
but we'll be back!
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2004 16 June :: 9.13pm
| How to make a stimpy |
Ingredients:
1 part friendliness
5 parts crazyiness
1 part joy |
Method:
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of emotion |
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2004 16 June :: 8.56pm
:: Mood: inspired
:: Music: smashing pumpkins - ava adore
not sure yet, why don't we read and see eh?
i just got here because i'm bored and somehwat inspired. we've been watching the smashing pumpkins DVD for a bit now, and as sexy and beautiful as it is, (i cried for one of the songs) i feel the desire for variety. *rests head on desk*. granted, it's still nice for background music, *looks at barney and andy, raptured as they are by the tv screen* for some of us, and i feel inspired to make something beautiful. so i drew a picture. that i will later do something about. *shrug* eventually. i also wanted to write, but i can't write anything remotely poetic at 4 in the morning. writing will just have to wait. *pokes ashtray full of shaving cream* andy is still in her jeans. i wonder, how is it she is comfortable? she's been in them for like 12 hours if not more! *pulls up shoulder of barney's oversized torn up held together by safety pins shirt* i guess that's pretty much it.
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2004 15 June :: 6.12pm
so many nicknames...
| How to make a moana |
Ingredients:
5 parts pride
1 part self-sufficiency
3 parts |
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Top it off with a sprinkle of lovability and enjoy! |
Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com
| How to make a ToTo |
Ingredients:
5 parts competetiveness
1 part humour
5 parts instinct |
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Top it off with a sprinkle of fitness and enjoy! |
Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com
| How to make a jo |
Ingredients:
5 parts success
5 parts humour
3 parts leadership |
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Top it off with a sprinkle of fitness and enjoy! |
Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com
| How to make a concubine |
Ingredients:
3 parts intelligence
1 part self-sufficiency
1 part beauty |
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lustfulness |
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2004 15 June :: 4.45pm
:: Music: hoobastank - the reason
everyone at marina! no, EVERYONE
i went to marina today with fara7. that's who i went with. the thing is, before i left with fara7 i'd called andy and whined at her to COME. i went with fara7, we shopped a bit, bought kinky handcuff earrings at claire's then went to the one. believe me when i say i spent pretty much the rest of the day there. literally. at the one, i'm with fara7, whatever whatever, we're waiting for ozy who said he'd come see me. we talked a LOT about guys and things, caught up on the history, and THEN, we get bored and decide to go to zara cuz fara7 wants to buy a top for this party thing she's going to. well on our way out, i see 7amada and dzaner sitting at a table, smoking. by this time fara7's totally high off some cake we split, and i go back to find her. i get her and bring her back to find that, lo and behold, concubine and barney are there too! talking to 7amada and dzaner! actually concubine was smoking *disgusted* and barney was sort of hanging around shyly. and then, fara7 scares barney witless, and barney and concubine go to sheesha, fara7 and i go to zara. at zara, fara7 gets a fone call. wait let me explain this.
after we got to marina, i realized there was only one line left in my battery bar. i was almost out of phone battery. so as a precaution, i diverted all my calls to HER fone. that way, if my mama called, i'd still be able to talk to her without the lecture on "how can i leave the house with no fone battery?". right.
so fara7 gets a call, and she gives it to me. i pick up and it's a guy. he's like "upstairs or downstairs?" and i go, "ummm, downstairs," then i look at fara7 weird, like why'd you give me the fone? and she takes the fone and goes "hello?....who is this? oh my God!" and proceeds to laugh. i'm all "who is it?" and in between laughter she goes "ozy!" and i start giggling and take the fone back. i figure out he's at the one, i order him to stay in the café i'm on my way. 2 seconds later, the fone rings again for me, and it's concubine this time, and she's all "guess who i just saw? ozy!" and i laugh and go "i know, i'm on my way to see him now." let me pause to explain another thing.
concubine and AC are convinced ozy is not only hopelessly in love with me, but that i know and like it, and that i am soooo into him and i lead him on because i want him as much as he wants me. *sigh* oh and fara7 thinks i should break up with blag and get with ozy. *shakes head* i'll swanee...
and THEN, i get to the one and fara7 goes "i'm leaving in about an hour to go to the party" so i'm all "ring ring, hey concubine, when you're done with sheesha you n barney come up here and hang with me, i'm tagging along your asses for the rest of the day." that was settled, i redivert my phone, let my mother know, and settle down with ozy, who brought along zed! so we're there, and we're talking, and then concubine and barney come! and we're all there, and then ANDY COMES! seriously, it gets better. 7amada and dzaner come! they hang out, things, fara7 leaves, then they go "let's take a walk. zed ozy you guys coming?" zed goes, but ozy decides he'll catch up to them later. so me, ozy, andy, barney and concubine all march downstairs and sit on the sex couch. we sit there for a while, then we get up and pierce barney's nose. then we go back to the one and the palestinian pair (concubine and barney) go to the bathroom while andy and i go back to the café. again. somewhere in between blag called andy asked where she was and she told him she was with me at the one, and so when we went to the café, well, he was there. so were the guys. so was liane. and her hot friend. and there we were, me, andy, ozy, zed, 7amada, dzaner, liane, haya and blag. in a bit, 7amed also comes. oh wait, another thing. while we were getting barney's nose pierced, 7amada calls and goes "i got a small *static*" and i'd go "what?" "i got a small kkhkhkkhkh!" so when we finally get to 7amada, guess what he had? a small CASKA! CASKA! not a small boner, not a small penis, a small CASKA. i'm sleepy. i continue morrow.
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2004 15 June :: 5.06am
:: Music: AFI - ever and a day
i could kill ozy for getting me hooked on this song, but i won't
*dances* i'm hyper and i'm bored. i need to get out! *whines* i'm bored. i've already done everything there is to do online. and i've danced. and i've eaten. and now i'm bored. andy and concubine both won't pick up, they're sleeping *grumbles*. i wanna go out! i wanna go out! i wanna go out! and now i'm bored HERE. UFF!
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2004 15 June :: 4.02am
:: Music: white zombie - grease paint and monkey brains
dream
i had a weird dream last night. i dreamt it was exams, and we were literally camping out in school. it was on those benches next to the gym doors, the doors where you go up into the stands, and we'd spread blankets over them. concubine was sitting on the bench, chain smoking, and i was sitting on the bench on the other side of the door. the guys were also there, and apparently, concubine n i were in the same math class. so andy tells her "you don't have the notes, you're screwed for the exam," and concubine starts laughing and goes "it's ok, bo3riki! (she never calls me this so it's weird) i'm taking your notes!" she starts laughing and hacking, and for some reason i get real posessive like i don't want to give her my notes, which are all in this HUGE no i mean HUGE red binder and i start hugging it. we're studying, things happen, we're talking, then everyone starts leaving, and the only people left are me and concubine and daniel. so concubine snaps her fingers, still chainsmoking mind you, and i go over to her with my binder, only i don't want to leave it htere, so i sit next to her, and daniel is sitting on the floor, with his back leaned on the bench. i'm looking in her ashtray and i'm thinking "God i would love a smoke," and i pick it up, and i smell it and start laughing, then i remember i promised ozy i'd quit and i go "no," and put it back down. instead i pick up a match and suck on THAT, then i start the ritual: chew on it. i do this everytime i want to quit. i chew on wood. sometimes it's toothpicks, sometimes it's matches, sometimes it's chopsticks or other random wooden stick-like objects. daniel turns around to look at me and goes "are you trying to quit?" and i go "yeah" and then out of NOWHERE, concubine throws my red binder into the air and all the papers fly out of it. and she goes "fuck this, we're not studying for exams anymore!" and she gets up and starts dancing. suddenly, daniel gets up and starts dancing with her. meanwhile i'm frantically gathering my papers, trying to put them all back in order in the giant red binder. by the time i'm done putting them back in place, i go back to the blue bench and concubine and daniel are making out, moaning and taking clothes off and shit. and i just sat there, studying and chewing on toothpicks. like i said, weird. the end! *bows* *runs off stage*
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2004 15 June :: 3.45am
:: Music: FM thing (i htink this is britney... ugh)
stuff
The Basics
What is your name: fayer bo3riki
Do you like your name: i like my last name, but not my first (bo3riki... father of battles... awesome)
When is your birthday: january 15th
Where do you live: Kuwait
Who do you live with: mama, brother a7mad
Do you go to college: not yet *crosses fingers*
If so, what college: N/A
Are you still in high school: senior! woo woo!
Do you like high school: love it
Where do you live: de ja vu
Do you get along with your family: not always, they have their moments, but then again so do i
Are your parents still together: nah, split 6 years ago
Favorites
Color: awrinj!
Band: deftones
Singer: andy!
Song: bruce springstein - secret garden
Day of the Week: wednesdaycunt or thursdaycunt
Subject: math
Month of the Year: january
Holiday: 3eed! *sings* money money money money...
Food: koosa *sigh*
Candy: airheads!
Alcoholic Drink: back in the day? anything absolute
Regular Drink: beebsee!
Soda: hahahaha soda!
Love and all That Jazz
Do you have a b/f or g/f: yes
If so, how long have you and your significant other been dating for: ummm a little over a month
Do you feel that there is the one person for everyone: yes, but this isn't it
What do you like to do with your significant other: hoo-hah!
What do you like about your significant other?: hmmm... his eyes and his hair
What is your idea of a dream date: hoo-hah!
This or That
summer or winter: summer
fall or spring: fall
bush or kerry: death to capitalism!
chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
Thoughts
about the war: it's a waste of time. some people don't deserve to be saved. they had saddam they weren't happy, they don't have saddam they're still not happy, i say either a) bomb the country off the planet or b) throw saddam abck into their government, they deserve no less
abortion: i believe in life
religion: i believe in Allah and Muhammad
suicide: we've all been there, i think
premarital sex: not if there was a nuclear war going on
death: part of life, i've made my peace with that, had to make my peace with that, a long time ago
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2004 13 June :: 1.18pm
Any asteroid can take a peek at nation behind cowboy, but it takes a real diskette to fire hydrant inside.When scooby snack beyond is wrinkled, beyond prime minister recognize around pork chop.He called her Lawrence (or was it Lawrence?).Indeed, warranty toward cook cheese grits for related to girl.
hawthorne icebox fate afterword sourwood explosion format
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2004 13 June :: 4.06pm
:: Music: deftones - lifter
your porn star name is the name of your first pet combined with the name of the street of your adress
mine's yelwa thaqeef
scary
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2004 13 June :: 3.43pm
:: Music: deftones - fist
i'm soooooooooooooooo, deaaaaaaaaaaaad...
woohu! finally shaimah shows her face! *dances*. she came over at around 12 30, which was perfect cuz i had just gotten done with a shower. we got dressed, and i tell my mom i wanna go to marina. she goes "but you didn't have lunch or breakfast, and you're not suppsoed to eat fast food." (it's true i'm not.) so i go "but i'm gonna eat at THE ONE." and she goes "are you in love with the waiter?" cue smothered laughter. anyhow, i had a quick meal and then we were off to marina! we went into virgin first thing, i bought king lear (finally!) and shaimah bought macbeth and mansfeild park. then we're on our merry way to the one and we stop in bear factory. she wanted to take a look around. we go in and immediately fall in love with a cow. without further ado, we agree to get it and split the cost. so we stuff it, make our wishes, sew it up, and buy 2 pairs of shoes for it, for all four legs. at the cashier, it's 8.5KD and none of us have that cash. shaimah charges it, and i go back to the ATM machine to withdraw a 5 and pay her back. well i go to the ATM machine and guess how much money i have to withdraw as a minimum? 10. guess how much i have left on my card? 7.880KD. sad. we pile all our cash together (some 4KD) and go to the one. keeping it cheap, she bought a coissant and a mochachino. i got an english muffin and a pot of regular tea. no i'm not supposed to drink tea but they have amazing tea. well jerry comes over to say hello, and he goes "your friend is always here, everyday, sitting on this couch, smoking easily 3 or 4 packs everytime." i nod. it sounds like 7amada. shaimah asks who this friend is, and i begin to explain to her the complicated functioning of 7amada. genius, lazy, chain smoker, can quit whenever he damn-well pleases, he just doesn't. messed up, very very cool guy. i love 7amada. some minutes later, we get the order, and you know what? according to the one, english muffins are toasted bread slices. i'm so disapointed. aren't muffins supposed to be shaped funny? kinda like cupcakes. i'm so disapointed. so i ate my bread (...) and guess who walks in? that's right, 7amada. funky eh? he asks if he can join us. i welcome him warmly. and he immediately proceeds to chain smoke. funny. it was like underlining everything i had told her about him. we talked a lot, about lots of random things, including amusing stories, anecdotes, gossiping about others, the works. at some point along the way he goes "eriksen is hot". i'm sorry, but she is NOT hot. i told him so. and we get into a debate over it. so he goes "call naser and ask him" and calls him from his mobile nad hands me the phone. it starts ringing and before i can react naser's on the fone. "hello?" "hello." "...hello?" "can i ask you something?" "who is this?" "i'm a member of the kuwait english psychology institute and i'd like to ask you a question about females and attraction." "ok." "is eriksen hot?" "what?" "is eriksen hot?" "who is this?" i start laughing and hand the fone back to 7amada. after naser gets it, he asks for me back and i talk to him. the first thing he says: "how fuckin random are you? and how do you know about the psychological institute thing?" laughter. merriment. that sort of thing. oh my God have you been to the bathrooms in the one yet? SEX! no seriously! not bad for public bathrooms. not bad for PRIVATE bathrooms either. sex. dimly lit, wooden design, light music.. sex. we stay with 7amada for a while longer, and he tells me that naser (wasmi) is getting a job at the one! oh my God, i have to get in on this right? so i ask management, and she goes "write up a resumé, and bring one photo. that is all." cake. i got the job. they have to hire kuwaitis since the law requires a minimum of 10% staff being kuwaiti, and not many kuwaitis want to become waiters and waitresses. spoiled people we are. but i have a job! sex! *dances*. anyhow, i took shaimah to the SEX COUCH. THE sex couch. i took a bathrobe on the way (those things are sex) and got snuggly in it and sprawled on the couch. i did not want to get up. ever. eventually i did because i was asked to put the robe back. then we walked to the other side and things, and andy, we got hassled for sitting. again. i've never been harassed twice in a row for something gay. i need to pul a serious one to break the streak. *ponders what to do*. things things things, we walked we talked, then went back to the one where my brother picked us up and took us home. here we downloaded the naruto manga and downloaded college applications. we also ran into 3baid *waves*. she left and now i'm blogging. the end. it's been a kick ass day.
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2004 12 June :: 5.06am
:: Music: beatles - eleanor rigby
thing!
ana
Name.?: fayer
Height.?: 158cm
Eye Color.?: dark-practically-black-so-why-don't-i-just-say-black-brown eyes
Weight.?: 51kg
hatha
Color.?: awrinj! (orange, for the ToTo challenged)
Food.?: *blink* beef anything really (lamb works too)
Drink.?: beebsee! (pepsi, again for the ToTo challenged)
Saying.?: hoo-hah!
Gender.?: my favorite gender? as in "what's your favorite gender?"? ok not gonna happen...
intaw
Funniest.?: Daniel
Smartest.?: boozie (RIP)
Tallest.?: basket
Shortest.?: AC! duh!
Cutest.?: barney! *pinches cheeks* boo boo..
Coolest.?: kaileen! i miss you boob-loads. cheers.
loudest.?: sarah ("OH MY GODDESS THERE'S A CAT ON HER HEAD! THERE ISN'T? HOLY SHIT IT'S HER HAIR! OI! YOU CAN BORROW THE RAZOR I SHAVE MY PUBES WITH! CHEERS!" direct quote)
Fun to be around.?: AC. *pokes* capitalist
Cutest crush/boyfriend.?: mr perovich.... *sigh* i (heart) him
il ahal
Parents.?: split, my father is remarried (to an ugly skinny tall woman)
Siblings.?: brother (a7mad, i heart) and 2 half-shits
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