Bed Time Stories
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"are we taking a quiz?" Asked a bored-toned someone in the back
"It wouldn't be a Friday if we had no quiz =D" Mudersna il melee8.
"BUT, this week's quiz will be online! FIFTEEN QUESTIONS!"
"WHAT?" you hear people gasping, and perhaps some side-eye glares. "He needs to go to hell" A whisper in the back. The professor ma sm3, bs likuwaitiya ili ga3da ib awl se6ra ilgefetha 3a6ayer.
Aiwaaaaaaa. THIS IS MY CHANCE TO SHINE! I studied all day on Friday, with a goal of completing 200 math questions, AND I DID *a9afg 7ag nfsi* I wake up the day after.. Raje3t everything from chapter three, it took hours, but by the time it was 10 p.m.,5la9, I had to take the quiz, 6b3n mu take the o bs, hehe la sualif thanwiya redet il jam3a, bs halmara manbershm 3ala reeli, l2na mustawana 9aar arf3 mn chithi.
Azahb awraagi, papers ready (7tn knt 7a6a bookmarks inbetween the pages 3shan a6al3 il ijaba asr3 itha tewehgt :D)...yalla Nour, let's do this! GO! GO! GOOO! This plan is so great.
I open the page to see the shock of my life. The quiz did not cover chapter 3. It was chapter 5.... Anti7r? Asheg ehdoomi?! I had no idea what to do... What do i do?! I just stared at the page for a minute, not sure. 6ale3t il kitab, I knew it wouldn't do me any good. I realized on the far right corner that time was ticking: 28:15... I only had about half an hour to finish this quiz, get your butt up and start doing something, I wasn't planning on any more bad grades, o wayid te3ebt, I mean who studies on a Friday AND Saturday night? What a loser!
a7il, a7il, a7il... I hope I'm getting this right. All of what I'm doing is just what I remember during class, o allah ye3lem itha fi ashya2 galha il professor wana ser7ana arsm. Doodling is life.
Araje3 on most of the questions, bss 7eset ina bs 5la9 mu5e ma gaam yesto3b ar8aam, I've been studying all day. Bi6agag ayeeb ili ayeeba, I hope this turns out ok. I hope I get what I deserve.
And then it happened, a whipping 80%! Ye7leeli. 5la9 mn youm o raye7 mara7 adrs, laish adrs?! Quizzes ili 6afet derajat zeft wana thab7a 3umri derasa, and this quiz 7tn ma fecheet il kitaab o ybt 80!? ne9ee7a 7ag kl ili dasheen il jam3a: La tedresoon :p
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Just another day at the Union - ga3da adrs musi8a, wa7d ya ge3ed ymi, he was a little too hyper, kl sa3 esolif, o kl sa3 enekt, ya weld el-7alal 5lni ib 7aali abi adrs! 25r shey I gave in and we just started talking, and I complained how hard music is, and it wasn't hard as much as I hated studying, I just didn't feel like doing anything, o hl 9bey klsh ma kan ga3d esa3ed, after almost half an hour of complaining how much I despised my music class, and how hard it was, and how i just wanna sleep right now, se2elta "So whats your major?"
"Music."
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"Hey! I saw your parents!"
"Yeah haha they told me! They've seen you more than once, They're leaving next week though."
"Aww... Are u sad they're leaving?"
"Yes. So sad."
"Uhm. You don't LOOK sad?!"
"Oh... Yeah, I am breaking up inside."
One night, mom said "Ta3aley bachir imbchr 3al '3ada, baseweelch Chinese Chicken gbl ma enro7." While she was saying this, dad was putting the curtains on my door-less cabinet which had all my clothes showing. Next to him was a brand new mini refrigerator he got me the day before. And all of a sudden, I look around my room: my backpack, my mobile, my clothes, my driver's licence, my pocket money, the nail polish I had on, the hairspray in my hair, that eyeliner that made my eyes pretty, the blankets that kept me warm, the iPod that entertained me when I took long walks from class to class everyday. Everything in this room was because of them. The person I am today is because of them (not sure if they're that proud of that person though, if they really knew the truth). After having them stay here for two months, they have done things a lot of parents wouldn't do. I don't think I can ever re-pay them for all of this. How could I? I'm inexperienced, young, and without any resources, and even if I did, what they do for me will never come close to comparison.
"Thank you" never seems enough, every time I say it, I feel like they brush it away, like its not something that matters to them. because I'm their last baby, and that's all that matters. Being a parent, it really is the hardest job in the world. Never perfected. but somehow always perfected at the same time.
"This is responsibility drinking week, our goal is to make sure that all students participate and become aware of the importance of driving while being sober."
"Aunti Nour, why don't you marry Oliver? He really likes you." Nouf asked while we were eating.
"Because I'm too young, wait until I'm older and then we'll get married, bs laish tebeena netzwj?"
"So he can make us free chocolate bars everyday!" Smart girl.
"are we taking a quiz?" Asked a bored-toned someone in the back
"It wouldn't be a Friday if we had no quiz =D" Mudersna il melee8.
"BUT, this week's quiz will be online! FIFTEEN QUESTIONS!"
"WHAT?" you hear people gasping, and perhaps some side-eye glares. "He needs to go to hell" A whisper in the back. The professor ma sm3, bs likuwaitiya ili ga3da ib awl se6ra ilgefetha 3a6ayer.
"Deadline will be tomorrow midnight. have a good weekend!"
Aiwaaaaaaa. THIS IS MY CHANCE TO SHINE! I studied all day on Friday, with a goal of completing 200 math questions, AND I DID *a9afg 7ag nfsi* I wake up the day after.. Raje3t everything from chapter three, it took hours, but by the time it was 10 p.m.,5la9, I had to take the quiz, 6b3n mu take the o bs, hehe la sualif thanwiya redet il jam3a, bs halmara manbershm 3ala reeli, l2na mustawana 9aar arf3 mn chithi.
3indi lo7a 9aboora kbeera katba feeha kl il 8awaneen wel mula7ethaat. kaatba feeha EVERYTHING that will pretty much get me a good grade. I had a goal of 90%, I sadly knew I wasn't gonna do perfect by wishing on a 100, it's math!
Azahb awraagi, papers ready (7tn knt 7a6a bookmarks inbetween the pages 3shan a6al3 il ijaba asr3 itha tewehgt :D)...yalla Nour, let's do this! GO! GO! GOOO! This plan is so great.
I open the page to see the shock of my life. The quiz did not cover chapter 3. It was chapter 5.... Anti7r? Asheg ehdoomi?! I had no idea what to do... What do i do?! I just stared at the page for a minute, not sure. 6ale3t il kitab, I knew it wouldn't do me any good. I realized on the far right corner that time was ticking: 28:15... I only had about half an hour to finish this quiz, get your butt up and start doing something, I wasn't planning on any more bad grades, o wayid te3ebt, I mean who studies on a Friday AND Saturday night? What a loser!
a7il, a7il, a7il... I hope I'm getting this right. All of what I'm doing is just what I remember during class, o allah ye3lem itha fi ashya2 galha il professor wana ser7ana arsm. Doodling is life.
Araje3 on most of the questions, bss 7eset ina bs 5la9 mu5e ma gaam yesto3b ar8aam, I've been studying all day. Bi6agag ayeeb ili ayeeba, I hope this turns out ok. I hope I get what I deserve.
And then it happened, a whipping 80%! Ye7leeli. 5la9 mn youm o raye7 mara7 adrs, laish adrs?! Quizzes ili 6afet derajat zeft wana thab7a 3umri derasa, and this quiz 7tn ma fecheet il kitaab o ybt 80!? ne9ee7a 7ag kl ili dasheen il jam3a: La tedresoon :p
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Just another day at the Union - ga3da adrs musi8a, wa7d ya ge3ed ymi, he was a little too hyper, kl sa3 esolif, o kl sa3 enekt, ya weld el-7alal 5lni ib 7aali abi adrs! 25r shey I gave in and we just started talking, and I complained how hard music is, and it wasn't hard as much as I hated studying, I just didn't feel like doing anything, o hl 9bey klsh ma kan ga3d esa3ed, after almost half an hour of complaining how much I despised my music class, and how hard it was, and how i just wanna sleep right now, se2elta "So whats your major?"
"Music."
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"Hey! I saw your parents!"
"Yeah haha they told me! They've seen you more than once, They're leaving next week though."
"Aww... Are u sad they're leaving?"
"Yes. So sad."
"Uhm. You don't LOOK sad?!"
"Oh... Yeah, I am breaking up inside."
One night, mom said "Ta3aley bachir imbchr 3al '3ada, baseweelch Chinese Chicken gbl ma enro7." While she was saying this, dad was putting the curtains on my door-less cabinet which had all my clothes showing. Next to him was a brand new mini refrigerator he got me the day before. And all of a sudden, I look around my room: my backpack, my mobile, my clothes, my driver's licence, my pocket money, the nail polish I had on, the hairspray in my hair, that eyeliner that made my eyes pretty, the blankets that kept me warm, the iPod that entertained me when I took long walks from class to class everyday. Everything in this room was because of them. The person I am today is because of them (not sure if they're that proud of that person though, if they really knew the truth). After having them stay here for two months, they have done things a lot of parents wouldn't do. I don't think I can ever re-pay them for all of this. How could I? I'm inexperienced, young, and without any resources, and even if I did, what they do for me will never come close to comparison.
"Thank you" never seems enough, every time I say it, I feel like they brush it away, like its not something that matters to them. because I'm their last baby, and that's all that matters. Being a parent, it really is the hardest job in the world. Never perfected. but somehow always perfected at the same time.
"Ma 3endch ila hal esboo3 bss, ay shey tebeea goleelna, 3shan enseweelch yaa. Nbi enrd likuwait we7na met2kdeen ina KIL SHEY ok 3ndch."
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"Hey! Come join us and get a free t-shirt and pizza!"
"Oh, ok, cool!"
It was one of those things they had at the Union. it was lunch time, I was starving.Tthere was free pizza, AND free t-shirt :p
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"Hey! Come join us and get a free t-shirt and pizza!"
"Oh, ok, cool!"
It was one of those things they had at the Union. it was lunch time, I was starving.Tthere was free pizza, AND free t-shirt :p
"This is responsibility drinking week, our goal is to make sure that all students participate and become aware of the importance of driving while being sober."
Oh. Ok. I move along quickly until I'm left with a t-shirt saying "Rocking October since 1988 - Drink Responsibly!" 2 pizza slices, and a poster that said "Drunk driving = Fancy bracelets" with police cuffs colored in pink.
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We all know him, we all love him, Reem has never seen him. Iya says he gave her a flying kiss bs ana mara7 a9edegha.
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We all know him, we all love him, Reem has never seen him. Iya says he gave her a flying kiss bs ana mara7 a9edegha.
"Yyyyyy zo8a!" and
"Uuff 7adi amot fiii!" are common things u hear when a girl hears his name, or is brought up in a conversation. He loves fufu, and he loves my hair. He can be the ice breaker between you and the girl u don't know sitting next to you. He is the sweetest thing to ever walk Kuwait. We all know him, and if say you don't know him then you definitely. His name, is Oliver.
No. Not Oliver Twist. Not Olive Oil. I'm talking about Oliver, the guy who works at Chocolate Bar. Yes, he's famous and we adore him. The last time I saw Oliver was a month before I left Kuwait. i was taking my beautful neices to chocolate bar, and Noufa (8 years old) said "Are we going to see Oliver?" 7tn il yahaal i3erfoona!
We go inside and then go upstairs "OLIVER!"
"Heeeyyyyy Nour. How are you? I miss u so much. Where have you been!" He comes up to hug me and Nouf.
"Wait! I will go call my friend, she loves your hair!"
He trots off and comes back two minutes later with 3 women, one of them was holding a camera
"Hello! I love your hair, you and your sister are so cute! Can we please take a picture! I promise I will not send for anyone." 3eshtew. Hatha weyhi itha ma bluetooth-teeha 7ag the Filipino community in Kuwait!
He trots off and comes back two minutes later with 3 women, one of them was holding a camera
"Hello! I love your hair, you and your sister are so cute! Can we please take a picture! I promise I will not send for anyone." 3eshtew. Hatha weyhi itha ma bluetooth-teeha 7ag the Filipino community in Kuwait!
"Aunti Nour, why don't you marry Oliver? He really likes you." Nouf asked while we were eating.
"Because I'm too young, wait until I'm older and then we'll get married, bs laish tebeena netzwj?"
"So he can make us free chocolate bars everyday!" Smart girl.
Comments
VERY in VERMONT.
And RYAN SEACREST seems to know all about it along with ROOTY 009- NYE.
TOWHM.
TORONTO.
TOWERELE has a TELSAGUN .
And BLACK VELVET LACE seems to confirm all those
" misgivings".
COMSTUL- COMIESSE- COMIA- CUREV.
FRINFOUR?
UTAH?
This is in connection with UDNEO - " COCO YOUNG"?
UTOUTA got lots of ELSA ETOR with ROBERTO GROSSATESTA & RENE COLATO?
And all with MPLARC - " KILLA COLES"?