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The Tower of Babel

You've all heard of the Tower of Babel..
We'll, I experienced it today.
Allow me to explain, please.

Some Italian called our office today for I don't know what. He could only speak Italian.

A Bahraini girl answered the phone. "No Italian.. only Arabic and English," she tried to explain.

Somehow the guy managed to ask and she managed to understand whether there was French speaker.

It gets funnier.

One of my colleagues, an Englishman, has just started taking French classes. So we put him to the test.

After 45 minutes of the Italian speaking in broken French, emphasising the Rs in each word he uttered, our English translator called for reinforcement from an Irish colleague, who did some French many years ago.

A couple of hours later, we had to call up someone in Italy.. and the person who answered the phone could only speak Italian and Spanish.

Help!

Another silly one...

Little Johnny returns from school and says he got an F in arithmetic.
"Why?" asks the father.
"The teacher asked 'How much is 2 x 3?' I said '6'."
"But that's right!"
"Then she asked me 'How much is 3 x 2?'"
"What's the fucking difference?" asks the father.
"That's what I said."

Heaven On Earth

Someone told me that my blog is a DOWNER!

Here's something to cheer him and all the other men and especially women out there:

"What do you a call a man in heaven?"
"An Angel."
"Many men in heaven?"
"A host of angels."
"All men in heaven?"
"Peace on Earth!!!!"

hahahaha

A sting which doesn't hurt ;)

Some sorry sod has made it his (with a small h) personal agenda to spam my blog today.

My message is clear to all: this is my own space courtesy of Blogger and those who don't like what I post on it can go and dig themselves up a Hole (with a Capital H).

You really are not forced to come here and frankly speaking: You are not welcome.

You little twit.. do you really think I am in a mood for mind games? Do you think I am petty enough to play hide and seek with you? Do you think I give a shit what you think or who you are or what your plans are? Do you think I give a toss about your pay master?

I am afraid you give yourself a lot of credit. I am not in a position to distribute a free dictionary to explain to you all the words which you misunderstand in my plain boring English. I am not here to defend my convictions and loyalty. This is a personal silly blog. SILLY.. you dumbo. SILLY you retard. SILLY you fuck face.

If I use fancy words, then you have an excuse. But I really don't for my education is BASIC.. and my writing standards have plummeted since I stopped using my talent and developed a new technique called churning-out-stuff-to-fill-space-and-kill-more-trees-and-please-the-you-know-who.

If you have a sense of decency don't hide behind many pseudonyms, which you have just started for the sake of deluding people into thinking that there is more than one SICK mind out there.

Spare yourself the humiliation for your tactics are common knowledge to all…they are so stupid a six-year-old would have more common sense to alter them a bit.

Let me tell you something you moron. Start your own BLOG – it is available for free – and in your own space, at your own time, spread your own propaganda. This isn’t the venue for it.

I hope I have made myself clear.

Mad Mad World!

Tell me when you have finished laughing and I will tell you why I have posted this photograph on this silly blog today.

And don't ask me to censor it for I have my share of censoring things all day long and I will not indulge in this activity in my spare time. Spare me from insulting people's intelligence for a change.

And yes.. of course you can ask who this nutter is and I will tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - as far as I know that is. I have long lost my crystal ball..and the Oracle has lost its voice in its last flu attack.

This Bahraini man walked in between cars, stopping drivers and begging from them in Gudaiyia without a stitch on for a good 45 minutes to an hour before police arrested him YESTERDAY.

Why did he do that no one knows. But well-informed sources told me it was a stunt pulled by the powers that be to distract attention from yesterday's London meet.

And even to a silly mind, it makes perfect sense. Why else did he decide to bare all yesterday. Why not today or tomorrow or on Halloween?



And this little boy had to pay the price. It is always children who have to pay the price for the mindless actions of adults..

What a silly world !

Blogging away ...

So I am in the news again ... I don't want to sound conceited .. but I am in the news all the time..
but the truth is that sometimes are better than other times ;)

Does this make sense? No.. Ok! Does anything I have to say make any sense? Ok! Whatever you say. But do many of the things the government or whoever is in power do at times (many many times) make any sense at all?

I am an individual.. and a silly indivdual at that... but what they do at times makes my head spin. Even a silly head..

Let me tell you what the Christain Science Monitor have to say about Bahraini bloggers:

"Bahrain's bloggers make a mark

Bahrain is another Middle Eastern country where bloggers have butted heads with the government in recent months. Bahraini bloggers' relentless calls for a new constitution, the separation of powers, and greater political liberties seem to have rattled the government.

"The fact that there are so many bloggers out there speaking freely and expressing themselves with no inhibitions or restraints is unheard of," wrote Amira al-Hussaini in a recent post to her popular blog, "Silly Bahraini Girl."

Earlier this year Bahraini authorities arrested a blogger and two website technicians from the Internet forum Bahrain Online, which had posted a United Nations report critical of the government's discrimination against the Shiite majority.

The country's largest opposition movement had used the website to organize protests and evade police. The arrests were followed by an edict from the Ministry of Information requiring all bloggers to register their websites with the government.

Bahrain's bloggers rallied to the cause. They organized a protest demonstration, and vowed not to register with the ministry. As they wrote about the plight of their electronic brethren, bloggers across the globe - and then media heavyweights like The Wall Street Journal, and international aid groups such as Human Rights Watch - picked up on the story.

The media campaign was largely effective. The three have since been released from prison, though they could still face charges, and few expect the Ministry of Information to follow through with its new policy of requiring all bloggers to register with the government.

"Without the bloggers of Bahrain escalating this, and trying to pressure the government, I don't think anyone would have ever cared or heard about these guys," said Haitham Sabbah, a prolific blogger since 2003.

end of report

And as a journalist, I see this as a balanced report which projects reality, thanks to the sheer stupidity of people making decisions on our behalf. I am really ashamed and fed up of the way some elements in the government has made it possible to tarnish the name of Bahrain in the international media because of tactless moves, which the world press would pounce on and make the most of.

With a government like ours, WHO NEEDS AN OPPOSITION!

The Bahrain online trio are now national heros, like countless of other examples. Today's London meet, for instance, would have been held and forgotten, had not the guardians of tarnishing Bahrain's image not made it their main goal in life to ensure that everyone in the world had heard about it.

Who are the geniuses executing those lame policies? What do they want? Are they with or against Bahrain?

Beat This Wonderland!

زيادة رواتب الشعب السعودي بنسبة 15 بالمئة
وصرف راتب شهرين لكل موظف
عام / أمر ملكي جدة 17 رجب 1426هـ الموافق 22 أغسطس 2005م واس
صدر امرملكي كريم فيما يلي نصه .. بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم الرقم أ / 227 التاريخ 16 / 7 / 1426هـ- بعون الله تعالى

نحن عبد الله بن عبدالعزيز ال سعود ملك المملكة العربية السعودية
]بعدالاطلاع على النظام الاساسي للحكم الصادر بالامر الملكي رقم أ / 90 وتاريخ 27 / 8 / 1412ه-. وبعد الاطلاع على نظام مجلس الوزراء الصادر بالامر الملكي رقم أ / 13وتاريخ 3 / 3 / 1414ه-. وبعد الاطلاع على تنظيم المجلس الاقتصادي الاعلى الصادربالامر الملكي رقم أ / 111 وتاريخ 17 / 5 / 1420ه-. وبعد الاطلاع على أنظمة الخدمةالمدنية وانظمة الخدمة العسكرية والانظمة الاخرى والقرارات والاوامر ذات العلاقة. ورغبة في تحسين المستوى المعيشي للمواطنين ودعم مسيرة الاقتصاد الوطني. وبناءً علىما تقتضيه المصلحة العامة. امرنا بما هو ات]
اولا .. زيادة رواتب جميع فئات العاملين السعوديين في الدولةمن مدنيين وعسكريين وكذلك المتقاعدين بنسبة / 15 بالمائة / باستثناء الوزراء ومن في مرتبتهم وشاغلي المرتبة الممتازة
ثانيا .. زيادة مكافأة اعضاء مجلس الشورى بنسبة / 15 بالمائة / . // يتبع / 0738 ت م
ثالثا صرف راتب شهر أساسى شاملا الزيادة المشار اليها بالبند / أولا / أعلاه لشاغلى المرتبة الخامسة فما دون من سلم رواتب الموظفين العام والمعينين على سلم رواتب المستخدمين والمعينين على بند الاجور والمعينين على جدول مكافاة الائمة والمؤذنين وخدم المساجد والجوامع ومن يعادل راتبه الاساسى الراتب الاساسى للمرتبة الخامسة فما دون من فئات العاملين الاخرى

رابعا صرف راتب شهر أساسى شاملا الزيادة المشار اليها بالبند / أولا / أعلاه لشاغلى رتبة / رئيس رقباء / فما دون فى سلم رواتب خدمة الافراد
خامسا زيادة الحد الاعلى لمخصصات الضمان الاجتماعى للاسرة من / 200 ر 16 / ستة عشر الف ومئتى ريال الى / 000 ر 28 / ثمانية وعشرين الف ريال فىالسنة
سادسا تخصيص مبلغ / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر 30 / ثلاثين الف مليون ريال من فائض ايرادات السنة المالية /1425 1426 لتنفيذ مرحلة ثانية من البرنامج الاضافى لتحسين وتطوير الخدمات يوزع على مدى خمس سنوات مالية بالتساوى اعتبارا منالعام المالى القادم / 1426 / 1427 للقطاعات التالية القطاع المبلغ المياه والصرف الصحى // وزارة المياه والكهرباء / المؤسسة العامة لتحلية المياه المالحة // / 000ر 000 ر 000 ر 7 / مبانى الرعاية الصحية الاولية // وزارة الصحة // / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر3 / الطرق / وزارة النقل / / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر 5 / مبانى المدارس // وزارةالتربية والتعليم // / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر4 / سفلتة وتصريف سيول // وزارة الشؤونالبلدية والقروية // / 000 ر 000 ر 500 ر4 / مبانى الجامعات والكليات الجديدة // وزارة التعليم العالى // / فقط ر 000 ر 000 ر4 / مشاريع مبانى التعليم الفنىوالتدريب المهنى / 000 ر 000 ر 500 ر2 / المجموع / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر30
سابعارفع رأسمال صندوق التنمية العقارية بمبلغ اضافى مقداره / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر9 / تسعة الاف مليون ريال يمول من فائض ايرادات السنة المالية /1425 1426 0
ثامناً : تخصيص مبلغ إضافي مقداره / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر8 / ثمانية آلاف مليون ريال من فائض إيرادات السنةالمالية 1425 / 1426 للإسكان الشعبي في مناطق المملكة وتتم برمجة تنفيذ هذا المشروععلى مدى خمس سنوات ليصبح إجمالي المخصص لهذا الغرض / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر 10 / عشرةآلاف مليون ريال . تاسعاً : رفع رأسمال بنك التسليف بمبلغ / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر 3 / ثلاثة آلاف مليون ريال يمول من فائض إيرادات السنة المالية 1425 / 1426 ليصبح رأسماله / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر 6 / ستة آلاف مليون ريال وذلك لدعم ذوي الدخل المحدود من الموظفين الحكوميين من مدنيين وعسكريين وغيرهم من المواطنين وأصحاب المهن
عاشراً : زيادة رأسمال صندوق التنمية الصناعية بمبلغ / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر 13 / ثلاثة عشر ألف مليون ريال ليصبح رأسماله / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر 20 / عشرين ألف مليون ريال وذلك لدعم القطاع الصناعي وتحفيز المزيد من الاستثماراتالصناعية من داخل المملكة وخارجه
أحد عشر : الإسراع بتخصيص مبلغ / 000 ر 000 ر 000 ر 15 / خمسةعشر ألف مليون ريال لبرنامج الصادرات السعودية وفقاً للأمر السامي رقم 7651 / م / بوتاريخ 6 / 6 / 1426هـ
إثنا عشر: تخصيص ما يتبقى من فائض الميزانية للسنة المالية 1425 / 1426 لتسديد جزء من الدين العام . ثلاثة عشر : يبدأ العمل بالبنود / أولاًإلى رابعاً / اعتباراً من 1 / 9 / 1426هـ
أربعة عشرة : تستكمل الإجراءات النظامية اللازمة لإنفاذ مقتضى أمرنا هذا وتبلغ الجهات المختصة لاعتماده وتنفيذه
عبدالله بن عبدالعزيز

What more should silly girl say?

The people of Wonderland were delighted with a one-off bonus of a sad sad BD200.

Their neighbours in Saudi Arabia are getting a 15pc increase in salaries... forever after ;)

PLUS a FULL salary as a BONUS. PLUS. PLUS. PLUS!!!!

Meetings and Agendas...

While we were busy with the condolences meeting, which followed the death of my dear grandmother, the whole of the crazy unUnited Kingdom (aka Wonderland) was preoccupied with the London meeting being hosted by Lord Avebury tomorrow.

I leave the scene for a few days and come back to mayhem, back stabbing and name calling, in a society which knows not even the basics of an age-old game called politics.

What is this mad mad world coming to? I don't know.. but frankly speaking I am fed up of it all and would rather be more self-centered over the next few days to share with you the daily antics a silly girl is up to from sun up to sun down.

I cried and sorry to say it laughed so much at the condolences meet. People who know me will tell you, that I am never around girls and women. I mean, I do hang out with girls but the only women I hang out with are my five sisters and a few select pre-screened similarly silly, opinionated, arrogant friends. The rest are guys, guys, guys and a few gays, who pretend they are macho guys too.

I went to the meet, covered up from head to toe in black..Yes, I could have done like some of the other classier girls and wear a thin scarf .. but that's not me. Either do it properly, or don't. Besides, I wasn't there for socialising because I would have rather locked myself up at home and shut the world out during the days which followed.

My grannie's 74-year-old daughter from Saudi was there, and boy she hated my mum and my mum's other cousin and made no secret of it. I was appauled by her behaviour and couldn't help but make her life miserable too. I planted my self next to her and when the place was quiet, usually after lunch, I would cross-examine her, reminding her that she too would soon be gone and the family will miss out a lot of its history, which we the young people never paid attention to before if she didn't open up the old files to me - and ONLY me ;)

She has an excellent memory and remembers dates and incidents as if they had happened yesterday. I hadn't seen her for a few years and the minute my eyes fell on her on the first day of condolences (four all together), I let out a cry. She looked like grannie did many many years ago - albeit much taller and not as beautiful. But she had the same fair full face and wore her hijab the way my grand mother did. But her eyes weren't the same and she was far from the familiar smiley face I can see everytime I close my eyes.

The only pictures we have of grandmother are those etched in our memories for she had NEVER ever exposed her face to an 'alien' man. I don't think even my dad has ever seen her. As such, we don't have many photographs of her. We have one, which she had to take for her passport... and a few we managed to click while she wasn't looking - much to her anger...Now, I really wish we had made her more angry and taken more pictures..because whether we were to make her angry, or life would turn evil on her, she would ultimately die one day...

And I was too ashamed to ask for any of her possessions. I don't mean money and jewellery here, because she didn't have much of that and the last time I saw her and she recognised me, she took off a necklace she was wearing and made me wear it and asked me to promise her that I would keep it. I wanted some of the things we had sewn together.. some of the pieces we embroidered... but was too afraid to ask.

There was a lot of jealousy in the air already and didn't want to electrify the atmosphere more. We (me and my sisters and brother) were the ones who sapped her energy when she was younger and they (her real grandchildren) were the ones who were burdened with caring for her in her old age..although...

"She really loved you," one of her 'real' grand daughters told me.. while I was choking with tears and suffocating with guilt and she was turning green with envy.
"And she loved your mum more than anyone else," she added..with a tone I really was in no mood to put up with there and then.

Every person goes to meetings carrying a different face and a different agenda...I wasn't there to show them how much my grandmother meant to me.. because I know and she knows and this is all that matters...I was there to hold my mum's hand, give her support and ensure that she wasn't an easy prey. That's what daughters are for.

Thank You All

Thank you all for your kind words of support and encouragement.

The hardest part of the whole affair was breaking the news to my mother yesterday. She was on holiday and we had to work really hard to ensure that she did not know until she was back in Bahrain. She was due back anyway, so there was no point in letting her rush back when there was nothing possible to do to bring back life to a dear one.

In Islamic culture, burial ceremonies are conducted asap. And in this modern age of telecommunications, it really is impossible to keep news censored. Nevertheless, the experience passed on to us from our government has ensured that we know how to play the ropes and the unwitting woman returned to the magical kingdom without knowing what was in store for her.

But women have a sixth sense. She did not stop asking us: "What has happened? I know something is amiss.. What has happened while I was away?"

And we told her silly things.. Like some of Blackie's pranks.. that silly cat is a big prankster apparantly. He decided to occupy my room at home, wreaking havoc with all the threads of my embroidery, turning waste paper baskets upside down searching for what I have discovered is now his prized possession: used cotton sticks. Curiousity may have killed the cat but this cat's curiousity may kill us one day.. What a dirty bugger.

And he welcomed my mother in style. The mad cat slept the whole day and jumped into action the minute they walked into the house, where he put on a special choerographed show, just for our entertainment. He jumped around like an Olypmics medalist gymnast, toppled everything that could be toppled and brought my youngster sister (who was away with my mum) a cockroach. Where the hell did he fish that creepy crawly out from remains a mystery. And he couldn't have chosen a better time to bring his gift of love and affection: he actually waited until all my family was assembled, all the aunts and cousins and distant cousins and in-laws to bring his sacrificial goat to slaughter on the altar - much to the screams and dismay of all the little girls who must have never ever seen a roach before in their lives.

Yes, we went through extremes to pretend all was normal. How on Earth can you tell a woman that her mother has died, while she was away vacationing? It's not like my mother is a globe-trotter but every summer she gets pressured into joining the hoards of travellers who escape Bahrain's heat to cooler climes. And who am I to blame her.. I can't stand the misery of this place for three months running. I have to travel off somewhere for a few days to get over the slump myself.

And when we did summon up the courage to tell her - actually one of my aunts did - the floodgates opened for in my mother's anguish and tears were those shed for all the dear and near ones who are no more. She remembered her own mother, who had died in 1967 at the young age of 35. That was 38 years ago. OMG.

Aside from this and Blackie's pranks, all is well in the silly household in the magical kingdom.

farewell ma ma 3oda

my grandmother passed away last night and was buried this morning. being the wimp i am, i did not have the guts to be there at the burial ceremony. being the cow i am i couldnt muster enough courage and see how we will all end up one day and being the crybaby i always was, i stayed home and wallowed in self-pity. i really cant imagine that she is gone..

i have had nightmares about this day.. and i really need someone to pinch me and tell me it is all a figment of my imagination and that it is all not true.

she lived and left this world without much fanfare. she was my mother's aunt. my grannie died when my mother was young. as a child, my mother's aunt replaced grannie and lived up to the role and more. she is the only grannie i know. she is the past that is gone, never to come back. the true spirit of bahraini women.

at a young age, she was married off by her father to a much older pearl merchant from a seaside village. this manama beauty with eyes as blue as blue can be was bundled off to an obscure location. a few years later, the merchant succumbed to bad times, debt, misery and eventually died, leaving grannie with two sick boys with sickle cell anaemia and a daughter. they continued living in the village because in those days, that was it. a woman's fate is sealed with marriage - wherever that takes her.

despite the terrible times, she held her head high and never once complained. her eldest son died just after getting married and starting a family. her second son died in the 80s. her daughter got married to a saudi relative and moved to the eastern province. and my mother became the daughter she never had. and she became the mother my mother missed. for us, she was the grandmother we never saw.

she stayed in our house when we were growing up and then moved back to her real grandchildren when we were old enough to stand on our own feet. i was the most attached to her because to tell u the truth, i would actually sit down when told to sit, shut up when asked to be quiet and do a chore as best as i could when given something to do - and i owe all that to her.

she taught me how to stitch and embroider. she would bring all this fabric out and thread of all hues and together we would stitch motifs and flowers and birds on everything from pillow cases to my T-shirts. and now she is gone. she would tell me tales of the past - the bahraini version of fairy tales - which she spiced up and altered to fit the mood and situation. and now she is no more.

she has lived to be old and deaf and her tongue got heavy with the passage of years. everytime i see her she would ask me if i have just come back from school and whether i have finished my homework - even after leaving school a good 15 years ago.

i can always remember her being old. she has seen her children, their children and their children and their children and their children too. yes. five generations in all and dont ask me how old she was because if it was up to me i would have loved her to hang on a little bit to see my children too.

she was there for me as a child, picking up after me and teaching me right from wrong and giving me lessons in life and opening my mind to interesting hobbies, which i wouldnt have picked up otherwise.

i owe her a lot.. there are things i can say here and others which i have to keep shut inside me because they arent for public consumption..

but the truth is that as much as she was good to me, giving me and my siblings her unconditional love and care .. i have let her down - badly.

my visits to her were far and distant..eventhough she lived close to places i frequent. i was just so selfish and couldnt see that woman who meant the world to me old and sick and bed-ridden. it broke my heart..and as much as i loved her, i shunned her. at my hour of need, she was all there for me.. at her hour of need, i was too busy attending lunches and dinners and receptions and parties and having a ball of a time.

when she died, i was looking at my face in the mirror and thinking what colours should i clown my face with.. would violet and green go well with the dress i was wearing. when my sister called me with the news - which i must have been expecting for at least 10 years for death is inevitable - i was having dinner with hubby.

may Allah bless her soul in peace.. and may He forgive me for being the ungrateful bitch i have become because i was just too busy with life to look back and care for someone who meant the world to me and i never had a chance to tell them know. and now it's too late.

Beat this!

"I called my boss to tell him I was sick and wasn't coming in to work.He asked what was wrong.Told him I had anal-glaucoma.That sounds serious, what is that?Well I just can't see my ass coming to work today."

I have come across many excuses for not going to work or turning up late.. but this beats them.

Share the best you have seen, witnessed or heard about and I will tell you some of the ones I have come across over the years ;) They are hilarious.

Omani Door

There's another side to every person.. silly people like me wear so many hats at the same time, making us confused and not knowing what to do.

Take me, for instance. I have always wanted to be a writer and an artist and a photographer and a traveller and a housewife (yes.. believe it or not - a lady of leisure - a BUM basically).

Here's a photograph which I took and which has attracted someone else's interest:

In the Open

I strongly believe in freedom of expression...
I swear I do.. and just as I exercise it whenever the conditions allow me to and when I know I won't get into serious shit, and summon up some courage to speak my mind, I encourage you all do so.

I have been trashed by her.. she has generously given me one out of five for this blog.
What do you think? I am sure there are people out there not happy with things on here.

Speak your mind. Let me know. I have the right to know just as you have the right to speak. Let's get it all out.. in the open!

Great weekend...

'Had a good weekend?' asked a colleague as I walked into the office this morning.

"Yeah! Couldn't have been better. I was spoilt for choice really .. didn't know what to do...sleep, sleep, or sleep!" I replied.

Actually the only day I get off every week - FRIDAY - wasn't a total waste. I went shopping in the morning and spend the afternoon and a whole chunck of the nite with friends...doing things I will leave open to interpretation. Let your imagination run wild please. You need to exercise those grey cells!

Have a good week !

From my e-mail...

Planet Mars will be brightest in the night sky starting August. It will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. This will culminate on August 27 when Mars comes to within 35 million miles of earth. Be sure to watch the sky on August 27 12:30am [acc. to IST]. It will look like the Earth has two moons. The next time Mars will be this close is in 2287. Share this with your loved ones and friends as NO ONE ALIVE TODAY will ever see it again

My Nightly Rant

Just back from dinner...and blogging with a smile ;)
I just want to tell you all that I committed a great act of bravery tonight.
Driving home from dinner, I summoned all my courage and overtook a truck on a two-way road! I closed my eyes tight and pressed on the accelerator with all my might! And I did it. I overtook that bloody double-storey monster and I survived.

In other matters, I was just on MSN chatting to a relative on holiday in Syria..
Here are parts of the conversation, which I post here for entertainment purposes. The following conversation contains profanity. Read it or read into it at your own risk..

المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
اليوم في السوق
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
نقروني
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
كككككككككككككككككككككككككك
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
كككككككككككككككككككككك
dead turtle owner says:
hehehehehehe
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
بس صفعته بالشنطة
dead turtle owner says:
they do that to u everywhere u go
dead turtle owner says:
this is a sign from god
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
ككككككككككككككككككككككككك
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
شنو اسوي
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
في روحي
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
وين اودي فقحتي
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
اخليهه في البيت و اروح السوق
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
كككككككككككككككككككككككك
dead turtle owner says:
leave ur bum at home next time u go out
dead turtle owner says:
yes
dead turtle owner says:
hehehehehe
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
قولي حق ايمان و ايات ما قلت ليهم

dead turtle owner says:
do u want me to tell the people at radio and TV and the newspaper too?
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
ككككككككككككككككككككككك
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
ككككككككككككككككككككككككككك
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
كككككككككككككككككككككك
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
لالالا
dead turtle owner says:
they can put a picture of ur fakha on Page one tomorrow with a question
المنسية·$مع السلامه انه باجر مسافرة بروح سوريا اتحملوووو بروحكم باااااي20FATOOMويش اسوي في البقر says:
احسن اتقولين ليهم علشان ما انقروني مرة ثانية
dead turtle owner says:
leave Fakhat Fatoom alone

end of conversation...there are special bahraini words in there which I am in no position to explain. But those fuckers out there.. give girls a break. Not all girls want to be fondled by perverts when they are out.. Go home and fuck yourselves.

Technology put into good use in the Gulf

hahahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I just stumbled across this and I think it will make you smile as much as it has made me smile tonight !

It is a prime example of how technology is put into good use in the Gulf. A few weeks ago I was sitting in a coffee shop with a visiting American professor.. and I had forgotten the bluetooth option on my mobile phone on... and the phone went click. And the curious fox asked what it was.. And I lied, saying it was nothing. And returned the phone into my bag, accidently pressing the accept button. I swear I didn't do it on purpose, and people who know me, know that I am accident prone.

A few days later my hubby's cousin wanted something from my phone and I asked her to help herself... As she was checking my inbox, she opened that message. She was speechless. It was then that I realised what I had downloaded.. It was hardcore... and it was embarrasing because I couldn't explain to anyone where I got it from or who sent it or why I accepted it...especially that I am not a teenager anymore.

You should have seen the look hubby shot me as I was trying to explain to his cousin that it wasn't me.. that I didn't know..

An even greater day!

I have been a real good girl today. Even better than yesterday after being trashed the day before for no other reason than being so arrogant as to write in a national newspaper that a BD200 bonus is beneath me.

Well.. it is..

It is demeaning, humiliating and demoralising...but I don't want to go into that right now because I have promised myself to put a positive slant on things I write on this blog while smiling..and also because I am putting up this post to tell you about my day.. to give you (only you) a sneak preview of how much damage a silly girl is capable of doing in one day.

I had to literally drag myself to the office this morning. I am getting older and with age, there are a lot of things I really need to try and cool down on a bit. Throughout my life I strongly believed that all work and no play makes jack a dull boy (no offense.. but many boys are dull anyway!!) .. and that if you work hard, you ought to party harder.. When I was young, it worked beautifully. I would take a nap for a couple of hours to recharge my batteries and be full of life and excitement for a good 20 hours to follow! All this is gone now and no matter how hard I try to remain awake..I can't resist the temptation which lures me to bed earlier and earlier as the days go by..

So I wake up.. and go to work and before I know it a whole good day is wasted. A friend called me just before lunch and we agreed to meet up for a quick bite.. which was good until he turned around and said: "A...., you really have to watch it because you are putting on weight.."

I got the hint.. since he was paying, he wanted to ensure that I don't order more than I should at that over-priced place.. Besides, he made it a point to mention that he has just bought a brand new BMW and is building his dream house.. good for him, but if he thought for a second that this would deflect me from my main purpose in life, which is to stuff the turkey in time for Thanksgiving, then he really is mistaken.

Who needs enemies when there are friends like the ones I have picked. People say you can pick your friends but are stuck with your family.. I think I have been given a bad deal with the whole lot.. anyway.. I shouldn't drift on to off topic things which will just generate ill-feelings in the perfect lovely summer we seem to be enjoying these days.

Which reminds me of the weather here.. It is great. Never thought we could ever have such a lovely breeze at this time of the year. And because I am looking at the bright side, I have decided to turn a blind eye to the dust which is suffocating me and the humidity which is bringing all sorts of aches to my joints.. But that's negative thought.. which I shouldn't engage in at such a great time of national unity and content..

Which reminds me of telling you .. that I have made a conscious decision to take better care of my health.. I went for a walk with my sister-in-law. Ok, so I cheated.. and I had a full dose of chocolate before that but I needed my sugar in take..but I went for a walk nevertheless.. and it's not because bozo said I was fat..

In fact, I had planned to go for a stroll with her the night before.. and I think I will make a habit out of it, time-permitting that is..

What a great day!

Just to tell you all was well today and that I have never felt any better.
It was great, with everything going better than anticipated.

You see, every summer, everyone who is anyone flees Wonderland, like fleas who have fleeced the poor bitch and left her out to die in the desert.

Nevertheless, it was a great day. Work was the monotonous drag I have grown to love because I have no other choice. Sometimes one just loves to hate and hates to love..but this is life. If I don't like it then tough.. there is always a workhorse which could be hired to do what I do.. and life will go on.

In other matters, I went to a reception and I heeded to Mahmood's advice and plastered a smile all over my face. I smiled like an idiot the whole night. The drinks tasted like luke warm dog pee but I won't go into that and the finger food on offer was so off, I would be too embarrassed to offer it to our cat Blackie.. but why should I complain. I should be really grateful that I was invited to begin with. Thank you God Almighty for making it important for people to invite me to their events - not because they want to, but because it is only correct that they are seen mingling with the 'right' crowd..

Because I was still starving when I left the reception and my feet were aching because I am bloody short for the bulk of a body I have amassed due to sheer laziness, I muscled enough courage to book a table at my favourite Italian restaurant, to which I dragged my sister, and we enjoyed a late night feast.

There is so much to thank the Lord Almighty for. I wouldn't have been able to enjoy all this had I been anywhere away from wonderland for a nagging bitch like me doesn't deserve this really.

And the drive home was great.. just a few saudis meandering through traffic and cutting through cars like they own the road. May God Almighty bless their souls in heaven if and when they do make it to the front pages of tomorrow's newspapers. Amen!

What a Waste!

What a waste! And we didn't know about this until it was way too late. There is nothing we can do now.. but I am certain that there are others out there.

That could have been a great project for this !

Hope the links work.. just another silly idea to put a smile on Mahmood's face.. Grandad has been rather grumpy lately.

Another Laugh!

And here's another one to please the sorry sods out there:

Just for Laughs!

Bloggers and the Opposition!

Now this is really funny!
What is the relationship between bloggers in Wonderland and the oppostion.
The answer is simply: NOTHING!

For me personally, blogging is a fun activity I do whenever I have the time and access to the Internet is not fucked up in this monopoly kingdom of Wonderland.

It is a venue for me to speak freely, without any restraint or censorship to what I presume to be a like-minded select audience. The thrill of being able to 'publish' whatever I feel like without any double-checks in exhilarating and liberating in one go - even for someone like me who has crossed the redlines in conventional media more than I care to boast! What I have enjoyed the most about this blog really is the fact that it is a very positive outlet for all my frustrations. It is therapeutic, especially when you click with people from all over the world who share the same concerns, fears, dreams and hopes for a better tomorrow where people of all colours and faiths will hopefully all live side by side in a tolerant world one day.

Am I getting too carried away in my aspirations.. only time and the Ministry of Disinformation can tell, for the worry that this free podium of expression which is readily available for us at the click of a button may soon be taken away from us, the humble peace-loving bloggers of Wonderland. And with no explanation.

Why am I so pessimistic in this free era of reform and deMockracy? The reason is that this is a part of the world which is bent on ensuring that they have the upper hand in everything, that your life, livelihood, dreams, thought and aspirations are under their thumb.. and they can crush you like a lousy louse any day. This is an option guaranteed by the Constitution and all the sidekicks being approved by the Parliament, which has been elected by the people and blessed by the government.

The fact that there are so many bloggers out there speaking freely and expressing themselves with no inhibitions or restraints is unheard of. It is alarming for this child-state, which controls its citizens like little children. The fact that people are resorting to the Internet to rant and rave about things is paramount to a system which is losing its grip. This is not acceptable. This is not the norm. This is rebellion. It leads to anarchy and chaos. It amounts to treason.

This is the crux of it. They want things in order. They don't want to hear our daily nagging. They don't want us to show any levels of dissent..because in Wonderland everything is booming and their is a boost. The erection is all year long. It never flops.

What they don't understand is that writing is the most noble way of expressing ones sentiments. That writing is the most refined means of showing ones emotions. It is a positive outlet which should not be shut, not in a country with NO FREE PRESS.

We the bloggers of Wonderland are not opposition. We the bloggers of Wonderland are pro-Wonderland. Most of us are professionals..and each one of us has a reason for breaking the conventional means of expressing ourselves and restorting to a freely available tool online - BLOGGING.

I personally blog because I am. I blog because it gives me an instant thrill. It gives me a high. If they want to take that away from me, I will not resist it. It's all theirs. I will find another means to speak. For I will not be silenced. I will not shut up for in speaking my mind I am doing a service to my country.

It is the cowards who see wrong and don't speak up who should be asked what they are doing for Wonderland and not us. We are patriots and our allegience is for our land. Our Land. The land of our ancestors. The infidels of Dilmun!

Incest?

I am scared. Too scared today. I just want to find a corner, and sit there and sulk. I don't want to get out of my room, in case a relative is lurking the background, waiting to pounce on me!

You all know I am being silly today .. extra silly, if you insist!

I am fed-up of being nice to mother-fuckers. I am tired of using sugar-coated words to describe a disgusting situation. But tell me if this is acceptable in an Arab Muslim community which points its middle finger towards the West everyday, calling its inhabitants infidels from sun rise to sunset!

Just tell me who in his correct senses would want to fuck his wife's 16-year-old niece? And all that, "just for fun"?

I am disgusted at this society of double-standards.

Insomnia..

A few years ago I went to watch a play by a British group with a former Iraqi colleague..
At half-time, we were in the lobby, when two english whores turned around at us and asked: "What are the Arabs doing here when they can't even speak English?" and then continued their empty discussion, trying to analyse the play!

It was an amusing conversation. They (the english roses) were debating what INSOMNIA was! I couldn't believe my ears. I was about to attack them with a sarcastic remark, when I realised that they really weren't worth wasting my breath on.

First, they trash us because we were Arabs and we aren't supposed to be there, enjoying what they thought was an entertainment activity reserved for people of lower intelligence like themselves; secondly, they are in our country and still look down upon us; thirdly, the dim-wits didn't even understand their own language.

What made me remember this incident now? Don't know.. insomnia probably.. and I don't want anyone to ask me what it is..

Welcome to the World of Jaeme's Sister!

Jaeme's sister is a great woman I had the pleasure of travelling with a few years ago. Thanks to the Internet, we have kept in touch over the years and every once in a while we touch base through the amazing world of MSN.

Please check out her amazing photography and send her all the love from Wonderland!

This picture made me laugh so much: there are amazing pix from where this came:

Caution!

According to the BBC..

Muslim leader urges hijab caution

Dr Badawi said the hijab should not be worn if it caused attacks.
A leading Muslim figure has suggested Islamic women should stop wearing veils, amid a rise in hate crimes.
Dr Zaki Badawi, head of the Muslim College in London and chairman of the Council of Mosques and Imams, issued the advice amid a wave of race attacks.
Religious hate crimes, mostly against Muslims, have risen six-fold in London since the bombings, new figures show.
There were 269 such crimes in the three weeks after 7 July, compared with 40 in the same period of 2004.
Most were verbal abuse and minor assaults, but damage to mosques and property with a great "emotional impact" also occurred, police said.
Dress is meant to protect from harm, not to invite it.
Dr Badawi said: "In the present tense situation, with the rise of attacks on Muslims, we advise Muslim women who fear being attacked physically or verbally to remove their hijab so as not to be identified by those hostile to Muslims.
"A woman wearing the hijab...could suffer aggression from irresponsible elements. Therefore, she ought not to wear it. Dress is meant to protect from harm, not to invite it."
He said the Koran justified abandoning the hijab, saying it should help Muslim women be "identified and not molested", but if it led to harassment the ruling was it should not be worn.
Dr Badawi is seen as a moderate Islamic leader.
'Communities retreating'
Met Police Assistant Commissioner Tarique Ghaffur said he had never seen so much anger among young Muslims.
Counter-terrorism powers are not targeting any community in particular but are targeting terrorists
Hazel BlearsHome Office minister
Communities were frustrated by the increased use of stop-and-search and the new "shoot-to-kill to protect" policy for suicide bombers, he said.
"There is no doubt that incidents impacting on the Muslim community have increased."
And he warned: "It can lead to these communities completely retreating and not engaging at a time when we want their engagement and support."
Mr Ghaffur said there were 68 "faith hate" crimes in London alone, in the first three days after the 7 July attacks which killed 52. "

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Jacko Whacko at Seef ...

Do you know how many times I got this picture emailed to me over the previous few days?
I have lost count.
The story is as follows: Whacko Jacko visited Seef. FULL STOP.
No, there is more. He was chased out of Magic Island by the security and barred from entering Toys R Us for some obscure reason. No one was available for comment.

Summer in Wonderland!

Yeah.. It is summer and I am melting here.. I know it's a holiday but there is so much to do and I am stuck in the office today..again!

Here's something to look forward to if and when u decide to visit us in wonderland this summer:
coming soon to a beach near u:

He's gone too....

King Fahad of Saudi Arabia is dead.

Early to bed...

Early to bed
And early to rise
Makes a MAN healthy, wealthy and wise!

So why the fuck should women all around the world be forced to wake up early everyday and tend to those fuckers whims?