look out world.

guajiragoddess: i wasnt sure you were coming back:-)
laurence is sex: i always come back
guajiragoddess: haha
guajiragoddess: doesnt that sound like a romantic cheesy movie
laurence is sex: *gets down on one knee*
guajiragoddess: lol
guajiragoddess: *slaps desk*
laurence is sex: come on baby, you and me
laurence is sex: we could take on the world
laurence is sex: i know they say we're crazy, but who cares what people say?
guajiragoddess: lol STOP
laurence is sex: *giggles*
laurence is sex: oh man, the world is in serious shit if you and i ever got involved in "romance"
guajiragoddess: *bangs head against wall*
guajiragoddess: SERIOUS shit

on a much lighter note...



what i would do to meet him.

what would i do?
"A spectre is haunting Europe - the spectre of Communism. All the Powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to exorcize this spectre: Pope and Czar, Metternich and Guizot, French Radicals and German police spies.
Where is the party in opposition that has not been decried as Communistic by its opponents in power? Where the Opposition that has not hurled back the branding reproach of Communism, against the more advanced opoosition parties, as well as against its reactionary adversaries?
Two things result from this fact:
I. Communism is already acknowledged by all European Powers to be itself a Power.
II. It is high time that Communists should openly, in the face of the whole world, publish their views, their arms, their tendencies, and meet this nursery tale of the Spectre of Communism with a Manifesto of the party itself."

-The Communist Manifesto

(the future looked much brighter in 1848 than it does today i'm afraid. there was a time when equality was a dream, now it's a fiction. there was a time when freedom was a hope, now it's a 'concept'.

the political situation of the world today saddens me. in a world where we pride ourselves in global civilization, racism, sexism and the defiance of any popular authority for the sake of defiance are rampant. to become different is no longer a happening of chance, it is a well-thought out and carefully planned sales campaign.

we're selling ourselves, our souls and our families. all we want is to be loved? and this i waht we do for love? we give away our most treasured and irreplacable valuables: our personalities.

for the sake of love?

no. for the sake of money.

and you know what saddens me the most?

i want money, too.)

spending the night at andy's


talking in the kitchen...

me: you remember last year around exams when i kept drawing naked women all over the place?
andy: yeah.
me: were they all too skinny?
andy: i don't know. i love drawing naked women. i think they're the most beautiful things in the world. i love naked women.
*two moms enter kitchen*
andy: this is not appropriate conversation...

i see something flying around the room...

me: there's something flying in your room
andy: ew *throws a hair brush at it*
me: hey! what if it was some maigcal fairy that's here to make all our dreams come true?

while talking about les mis...

andy: marius is a dick, i don't believe in him.
me: so... you don't believe in dicks?

after lunch...

andy: i'm hungry.
me: we just had lunch.
*both go silent*
andy: maybe we're in the twilight zone...

while andy reads some history thing

"In part under the influence of Marxism and in part inspired by the French Annales school, they insisted on studying history "from below".

come on, you don't have to be a toto to see how wrong that is.

just now:

andy: remember that thing i said, don't touch my mouse, don't touch my feet?
me: that's not funny.
andy: it was funny at the time.
me: but wasn't it like 6 30 in the morning? a lot of things are funny at 6 30 in the morning.
andy: no, it was when you were trying to play footsie with me.

talking to shamlawi on the phone:

shamlawi (on speaker phone): i can't believe there are racist people in the house of God.
me: there should be a sign on the door.
andy: "no assholes in the house of God."
shamlawi: i mean it's just sick, it's so...
andy: *starts playing mary had a little goonie thing with the keypad*

more madness to come. COME! *giggles*

and we'll think of more stuff later.

oh and p.s. andy's cat, luna, has a weird pee fetish.

modern art
andy: look! it's a blue trash can! it's ART!

me: yes! and inside is a piece of GUM. it represents the YOUTH!

andy: the youth is wasted in the garbage!

me: and there's pink juice all over it!

andy: the BLOOD of the innocent!

modern art, ladies and gentlemen. there's nothing quite like it.

damien: so this girl chops the top part of her ear off, right?

me: what?!

damien: well she didn't actually chop it off herself, she had someone else do it for her.

me: why?

damien: it was a performance piece. it was art! she was proving a point on how the world is deaf.

me: that's just sick.

damian: so here's my thought. this lass cuts a bit of her ear off, and she's an artist. how come you got all buggered when i cut that tiny part of your ear off?

me: i didn't get paid to do it and the only point it proved was that you can't pierce a thing when you're wasted.

modern art is about something very special.

maymay: i think a tattoo is a form of art.

me: yours isn't.

maymay: why not?

me: it's a tattoo of your brother's name.

maymay: but it's on my ass, and that's a piece of art.

modern art is about expressing emotion.

sarah: lebanese people are all about honking, i can't go anywhere without the honking, it's ridiculous!

me: yeah i remember that being an annoyance for me.

sarah: why do they do it? is it like britney's art?

me: britney spears?

sarah: yeah.

me: how do you mean?

sarah: well it's just a lot of noise about being angry and horny. art, right?

modern art. can't live with it, can't get rid of it.

attention sil vous plais!
this is being onlining partying in the honouring of your two favourite people. that's right, Laurence Anthony Vanden Boom and Fajer Khaled Ahmad Boarki. i forget what the occasion is, but party!

all are invited. AC, i know you're gonna read this in a couple hours, so i want you there especially because you and danielle just have to meet.

in the commenting portion of this post, people shall begin to agree on a time and things. i want to say woohu chat, but AC is sad like that.

msn might have to be the answer.

laurence, i know you're busy, but ORGANIZE MY DAMN PARTY!

i think i'm out of things to get people to do for me.

matrices transformations and translations test: i have no clue, like literally, no clue how i did. it was easy. too easy. i must have done something wrong.

TOEFLs: 237-293 (out of 300). not bad at all, eh? oh but there was this one part in the contract where it said "i shall not disclose any information to any persons or entities." persons or entities? like, don't tell foofoo and larry? or don't call up wayne on the phone, "hey wayne! you and murry will never guess what the essay question on my TOEFL was!"

monologue performance: she hated it. conway, chum-umha, hated it. "it's not personal, we're not learning about you, i see no real convictions in your performance, you sound like an earnest teenager." bitch. so i'm re-writing it this break.

college applications: i gave in a request for my transcript and have downloaded about seven college applications, with the help of my beloved faroo7a. uh-oh, and this is a big uh-oh. University of Pennsylvania, my long-shot, my ivy league dream, wants not one, not two, but three SAT II Subject Tests. ray (our college councelor) thinks i should take the math IIC, which is pure calculus, but i think i might take just the regular IC. he also recommends i take the writing test (i am not worried) and a science (i am very worried). science? science? physics was my ace-in-the-hole, physics was the only science i was good at, and young trampled that for me last year in IB Higher Level physics. science? what the hell am i suppsoed to take?! *freaks out* chemistry maybe? i could get help before-hand, but damn teachers won't do anything for free. especially young. bastard... i hate him. he ruined my GPA, my self-esteem and now he's ruining the remainder of my academic life.

GPA: so far in the semester, 3.77; not bad, but not good enough. *studies harder*

those are the highlights of my week. pretty sad, eh? i guess it could be worse. but it's not necessarily going to get better, either. for starters, my homework for arabic over the break is to write a paper on women's rights in marriage and islam. *grimaces*

now excuse me, there's a kofta in the oven that's not going to cook itself and a salad just waiting to be made.

marriage

in words exchanged between a separated mother and her first lover, madison garths wrote:

Your company soothes my misery
Floating away in tobacco air
When, seven smoke rings later, I realize:
We’re practically engaged and I’m married
Until death do my Love part

(from "Death of a Family")

in a conversation with kaileen on marriage, these words were exchanged:

bo3riki says:
so what happens if you lose all your rights as a US citizen?
Kaileen says:
then i shove uncomfortable stuff up bush's ass
bo3riki says:
noted. but what would you and mel do? would you ever consider divorce?
Kaileen says:
no way in hell. maybe i don't believe in the church, but i beleive in "until death do us part"... nothing's going to separate me from the woman i love but death

it's remarkable how my two favourite women think about marriage.

girl: where's my cab? i called it ages ago. aren't cabs supposed to come fast?

me: no.

girl: they are. cabs come fast. that's why they're cabs.

me: oh so that's what CAB stands for.

girl: what?

i was very tired by the end of the day. don't judge me.

i have work to do now.

p.s. thank you for inspiring me. just so you know, i picked up the pencil again.

just a girl's eye
this is yasser arafat. the president of occupied palestine. he's having some health problems, but sadly, he's ok.



this man is a great leader. he supported saddam hussein during both his wars and turned a blind eye to his own people's suffering and misery for decades. ahhh... the makings of a true president.


this is Osama Bin Laden. head of a very prestigious and elite terrorist group driven by religious discrimination and mindless hate.



he is a truly great leader. he promotes the murder of innocents as a religious campaign and sells the idea that dying and killing a couple thousand other people along the way is a glorious thing that will get you into heaven. he promotes such important 21st century issues as racism, anti-semitism and the general hate of all that is different.

this is islam. it's a strange religion, based on mutual love and ethnic equality. it's a religion that oddly enough, values the human life. this is a religion that says "do not kill unless it is in self-defense" and "forbidden to you is another man's life, money and loved ones". so who are these men, standing there in all their earthly might, crying out "Allah is great!" when they do the very acts that He has damned?

what makes them right...

and the remainder of the 1.2 billion muslims wrong?

what makes you right...

and me wrong?

halloween
can i just say that this day started out as one of the hardest most cruel days in a long time and ended equally horrid? however, the meat, the in-between, was fantastic. i learned to do the time-warp!

first, i regreat to inform you all that there were no pictures of toto/fay(go)/erm... no that's all you call me.

i arrived there shortly before futoor and we were instructed to paint a witch face.

toto: there should be a buckle on her hat.
andy: what?! why?!
toto: it's a pioneer thing. that's when they burned all the witches.
andy: those were the puritans...
toto: so? they still had buckles!
andy: but not on their hats!
toto: ... i still say she should have a buckle on her hat.
andy: *exasperated*FINE!

oh and, did someone want the all-natural look of elijah from unbreakable?



anyhow. i inspected the decorations of the house and found what used to be a little boy hung in the window.



sandman seemed in an especially delighted mood. it must have been the ribbon.



that ribbon.



everyone was in costume! laurence, you're afraid of andy's dad? you didn't run into this all night.



although summer warmed up to him. that expression on her face? that was her going "terroreeeeest!"



barney and summer had a great time together.







then we tied up andy in summer's abaya. look at her facial expression, please!





did i mention we did the time warp? in this picture barney took, you can't see me cuz i'm on the far left. your left.



poor andy worked like a dog, cleaning spills and stains and things.



in the end, this is what she looked like.



we all had fun. i don't know why no one thought to take any pictures of me. not even me. but for your knowledge, i opted to go as the slutty catholic school girl part i've pulled off so well in the past. andy was very disapointed i didn't go as "edwardia", but alas. next time?

i guess that's the end.

oh and laurence! i ate doughnuts and thought of you.

gargai3an oo gargai3an
bait ig9ayir wir'maythan
3adat 3alaikom 9iyam
kil sina oo kil 3am
Allah y5ali DANIELLE
Allah y5alha lomha
3asa il bog3a mat5omha
wala twasi 3al'omha

salim waladhom y'allah
5ala lomah y'allah
salim LAURENCE y'allah
5ala lomah y'allah

Allah y5ali JOSEPH
Allah y5ala lomah
Allah y5ali JOSEPH
Allah y6awel 3omra

kil 3am wintaw b5air!

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traditional song for this time of lunar year. enjoy! it's called gargai3an, and it's like trick-or-treating. kids dress in traditional clothing and go from door to door. they sing these songs inserting the name of the children of the house, and in exchange get candy and things. if the house you go to doesn't ahve any candy to give, you say:

wees wees, fee baitkom ja3amees.

wees wees (ew ew), there's shit in your house. well, not shit, just manure. you get the idea.

it's like a kuwaiti halloween. it's fun! there's a song for girls and two songs for boys. which worked out great for my americans!

p.s. i needed a 2-syllable name so i expanded joe. i can't think of a single kuwaiti guy name with one syllable. the end.

cheesy song, but i can't stop listening to it
Can you undo the handcuffs, please? I need to go to the bathroom and run away.

i've got a total of 6750 words to write, 31 math questions to solve, three applications to compile and encode, among other things, but this is what i choose to do when my brain threatens to explode


you know what i love about radiohead? their individuality. i wish more people would realize how unique they are, how it's as much the presentation of their music as it is the songs themselves that make them what they are. you take a song like creep and you're left with nothing, you can't even see what an unusual theme the song has behind it (a boy in love with his teacher), but then you're given a song like the gloaming and you have to, have to, stop and wonder what it means.

you know what i love about rob zombie? his audacity. it blows me away everytime i put hellbilly deluxe on and listen to what this man, this forty-something year old man, is growling about. sex, politics, self gratification, hate-violence, it's mind boggling.

you know what i love about tool/a perfect circle? (before you jump down my throat about them being two totally separate things, i know, i just put them together because it's more about maynard than the rest of the bands) their eroticism. something about his voice makes things warm and slow so that it's hard to think clearly. there's something so hypnotic, so mesmerizing about the mood, the tone, the...

you know what i love about new found glory? their adaptivity. i'd rather listen to their cover of so-and-so than their original work any day, because i'm so fascinated by how they can take anything, anything, and make it their own, be it shania twain, bryan adams or britney spears.

you know what i love about interpol? their basslines. i wish i had an equalizer on this piece of crap stereo that i nicked off my dad when he moved out, but i don't, and i can't turn the bass up! i hate how in a lot of bands, the bass is totally disregarded as if it's not important, when bass is everything because it's... not sound. i love interpol because you can turn everything off and just listen to the bass and it's a whole independent song that can live on its own without anything else.

you know what i love about muse? the passion. i wish i knew someone that could sing like that, spill their blood and guts into their mouth so that when it comes out in words, it's this beautiful mass of raw human insides. he sings like an angel.

you know what i love about godsmack? their aggression. i wish i could channel all that hostility into this writhing beating sound so that it makes your head real hazy and your heart beat faster and you breathe harder and it's almost like - almost exactly like - ...

you know what i love about oasis? their calm. i wish all people had the ability to remain so cool and collected no matter what they were discussing, no matter what important lesson they were trying to hammer into your thick numb skull. it's alright if you don't understand, you don't even have to listen, but i won't get myself worked up over your ignorance.

you know what i love about apocalyptica? their romance. i wish we could all find this sort of great love and immerse ourselves in it, angrily, happily, sadly, desperately, but in the end, just love something so much it covers all those emotions anyway and it doesn't make a difference anymore.

you know what i love about distorted penguins? their persistence. their ability to just pick up and go on no matter what, their ability to keep laughing no matter what miserable stuff is going on.

deftones.

you know what i love about deftones?

the fact that no matter what i'm thinking, no matter what i feel, there's at least one song i can play at that moment that'll move me to tears.

i love deftones because they're everything.

then i love them more because they're more.

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