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Unusual Jobs for Women February 9, 2010

Posted by jewaira in Kuwait, Life, Lifestyle, Links, Women.
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Maryam A. Al-Mutairi using the forklift

Yesterday I watched an interview of Maryam Abdullah Al-Mutairi on the KTV 1 women’s show Heya wa Akhawateha.

Maryam Al-Mutairi works in the Kuwait Ports Authority (KPA) and she was on the program to discuss her job as a certified ports crane and forklift operator. She used to work in the KPA finance department but  jumped at the opportunity to train as a gantry container crane operator in the port and eventually became the first Kuwaiti woman to earn a certificate as a forklift operator from the Arab Academy for Science, Technology, and Maritime Transport (AASTMT) in Alexandria Egypt. She’s involved in training others now to become crane operators.

One of the first questions she was asked was how she coped in a job which was in a  mainly male environment. Was she taken seriously? Did male employees offer to help out and do the job for her?

Maryam mentioned the importance of a serious, professional demeanour on the job and during her interactions with male empoyees of all levels. She also stressed the importance of appearance that suited  the kind of work she was doing which means non-fitted worksuits and light make-up, if any.

Her appearance she stressed, was different off the job and she is  a woman who loves fashion, make-up, and looking good. They asked her about her non-traditional appearance (as her family is of tribal descent) and she mentioned that her mother is Egyptian and her maternal grandmother was Turkish. She attributed the strength in her personality to her Kuwaiti father. Although her job is not usual for an Arab woman, she says she does respect her family customs and local culture otherwise. She is comfortable with her femininity and her role of nurturer in the home as a mother and as a good cook.

She spoke about her children and how she encourages independent thought and equality in the way they interact with both other males and females. She pointed out the importance of  instilling within them a love of work and ambition and how they were the ones responsible for choosing their own careers without any manipulation from her as a parent.

Maryam is dedicated to her work which she stresses has made her love life because she enjoys her job so much. It is important for a person, she said, to be happy in the work they do and to feel challenged and inspired. She loves being next to the sea and working in such a rewarding environment.

Maryam Al-Mutairi and Jameela Yusuf amongst crane operating trainees

More about being a gantry container craner operator

How about a quickie? February 8, 2010

Posted by jewaira in Erotica, Fun & Games, Stories.
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TIME OUT New York challenged some local erotica writers to write something steamy in ten words or less.

I wonder if we can do better than they have?

I’m sure Boudoir readers have racier stuff up their sleeves.

See an example here: How about a quickie?

Should a woman propose to a man? February 8, 2010

Posted by jewaira in Polls, Relationships.
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If you anwered no, why not?

Discussing Divorce February 8, 2010

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A couple of weeks ago,  Al-Watan TV presenter Barakat Al-Wgayan interviewed three members of MBC Kalam Nawa’em team on his talk show Hayakom .

Kalam Nawa’em is based on the  the American women’s show The View.

The three women who appeard on Hayakom were: Mona Abo Sulayman (Saudi Arabian); Fawzia Salama (Egyptian) and Farah Bseeso (Palestinian).

Each of the above women are successful in their own right in addition to being well-known in the sometimes controversial women’s talk show Kalam Nawa’em.

I found  the candid discussion of their personal lives during the interview interesting.  Mona AbuSulayman, talked about the importance of having a solid support system within one’s family in order to pursue a career, or several paths as she has done. She talked about the amicable divorce she endured with her ex-husband Ahmad, who has since remarried and had a son with his new wife. She touched on the difficulties of enduring life as a single mother but again reiterated the importance of the support of her parents and immediate family especially in raising her two young daughers. She mentioned the importance of discussing the divorce with her daughters and how she never spoke ill of their father or his  life with his new family, but in fact they still communicated with each other with regards to matters related to their children.

Although Mona AbuSulayman divorced at an early stage in her marriage, Fawzia Salama was married for about 18 years before separating from her first husband. She stayed in the marriage to keep a stable home for her daughter although she was not happy.

There was a time when discussing divorce was a taboo subject in society. The two women discussed their divorces as a positive move individually but did not harbour any negative emotions (at least outwardly) towards their ex-husbands and exhibited a sensible unemotional demeanour on the show.

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Kalam Nawa’em was featured on PBS film Dishing Democracy

21 questions February 4, 2010

Posted by jewaira in Internet, Life.
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An interesting bouquet of questions from those who passed by the Boudoir and my answers below.

1.  when was souq sharq built?

After the Iraqi Invasion of 1990. Could it have been around 1998?

2.  will he marry me?

I think he is the one who can answer that.

3.  why kuwaitis are assholes?

The wording of the question shows the mental capacity of the person asking it.

4.  how long would you wait for love

You should live your life to the fullest in the present with the ones you love. Putting your life on hold till the other person is ready for you  is not an option

5.  what do you think of kuwaiti gays?

Live and let live.

6.  do women like a cucumber in their vagina?

Some women enjoy it I suppose.

7.  is virginity a physical state?

I believe it is primarily a mental state.

8.  how to find a massage with a happy ending?

I’d like to know too :P

9.  can you milk a donkey?

Yes.

10.  do people of kuwait marry foriegners?

They sure do.

11.  who is meriam al khalifa seeing now?

I don’t know.

12.  do cucumbers let you go toilet?

Yes, they are a diuretic so they will help get rid of liquids.

13.  how do you know if your voice is deep?

Ask someone.

14.  can i have a boyfriend in kuwait?

Well, yes but there are unwritten rules one must follow.

15.  how to find a second wife in kuwait?

Go to a matchmaker or ask friends. If your wife is here,  ask her to look for you (if you survive the questioning that is :P )

16.  why it’s important to wait for love?

What does waiting for love mean? Waiting until that person knows you exist? Or till that person is free/able to be with you? One can wait one or two years but a endlessly is not an option.

17.  does a little facial hair on a women turn men on?

Not really

18.  why do guys lie about being married?

It’s instinctive. They need more than one woman in their lives but can’t guarantee that a woman will accept them if they are married.

19.  how to marry a kuwaiti christian lady?

I would like to know the process too.

20.  where do kuwaitis come from?

Kuwaiti originate mainly from three places: the Arabian peninsula namely the area of Saudi Arabia, Iraq, and Iran. There are also Kuwaitis whose families are originally from other countries too such as Pakistan, India, Egypt and other Arab countries like Lebanon, Palestine, and Syria.

21.  do turkish men prefer women to be waxed?

Hmm, not sure but I guess the trend now is for women to be smooth and hairless so I would say yes.

Has she swallowed a radio? February 3, 2010

Posted by jewaira in Abuse, Husbands, Life, News, Sex, Sexuality, Stories.
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The first thing I read this morning was Saudi girl ends bid to divorce octogenarian and I felt sorry for the 12 year old girl who “changed” her mind and decided to go ahead and marry the 80 year old man. How can one justify such abuse of a child? Although there are people and charities who may campaign for children’s rights, there are no laws in Saudi Arabia against child marriages.

I pondered what an octogenarian would want with a 12 year old girl. Could he even have sex?

This led me to  this article: Viagra turns octogenarian  into sex maniac , an account of an octogenarian who was demanding his 53 year old wife to have sex at least three times a day. Hmmm, I thought. So it is possible.

I took a brief look at the site and saw that too much sex was indeed an issue for some women and came across this unusual account : Two Malay women file for divorce over husbands’ unusual sex drive. What was unusual for me was the allusion to the devil and black magic. In the case of the first woman:

“The riddle to the husband’s unnatural sex drive was answered when a relative of the wife saw the husband in the house when the family had seen him left for work earlier,” the Star Online quoted Awang as saying.

“The relative heard the husband’s voice in the bedroom and upon checking, found an ‘individual’ in the room looking exactly like the husband,” he said.

Hmmm, it sounds like wifey was up to hanky panky and just plastered poor hubby with this accusation!

In the other case [my own bold text] :

Perubatan Islam Mustajab specialist Nazri Md Isa said that an 18-year-old woman had filed for fasakh after her husband asked her for sex more than 10 times a day.

Nazri said that according to the wife, the husband had the ritual of going to the bathroom before having sex with her.

“It all started when he had sex with her 17 times on their wedding night. The wife did not suspect anything then as she thought he was merely performing his duty as a husband,” Nazri said.

“But when the situation persisted, she discussed the matter with her mother-in-law, who told her that it was a normal behaviour.

“She told her own mother, who brought her to the religious department to file a report because the latter thought it was sexual abuse,” he said.

When an investigation was carried, it was found that the husband’s demeanour was strange.

The wife and her family had a shock when they found “two individuals” that look alike in the bathroom.

Religious leader Datuk Abu Hasan Din Al-Hafiz claimed that it was not impossible for a man to have sex many times in one night if he was “friendly with the devil”.

It all sounds pretty strange to me. What if it was hubby’s twin? Or his buddy? Or he was overdosing on some performance enhancers that made the wife “see double”?

17 times? How can one count past say the 6th? Did she have a marker and mark every round on the wall?

Things were just getting weirder.

I quickly scanned the news of the 9 year old Chinese girl giving birth to a baby boy and wondered about that only to find out that one Lina Medina from Peru is the youngest recorded female to become pregnant and deliver a baby boy at the age of 5 years and 7 months. Her son grew up thinking she was his sister.

OK. Back  to my quest on octogenarians: I came across  Helen Gurley Brown who authored Sex and the Single Girl in 1962 and is the editor for the  international editions of Cosmo magazine. Her film producere husband David Brown just died a couple of days ago.

Helen Gurley Brown advises:

All the suggestions about pleasing men are as viable as ever,” she says in her soft, papery voice, perhaps the only indication of her age. “Whatever age you are, you should be flattering to a man about the way he looks, telling him how attractive he is. And you should be very flattering to his penis. You should tell him how beautiful it is, how attractive, how irresistible.” [Source]

For some reason, this brings me to the concluding thought on this morning’s post: something Dr. Foz said on Saturday night. A woman should kiss a man in the centre of his forehead. This will calm his inner chakra and enable him to heal emotionally. She also mentioned that pressure on the forehead when prostrating during Islamic prayers helps induce emotional calm and serenity.


conversations with one’s self February 3, 2010

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Their car was parked adjacent to mine. As I buckled my seatbelt, I noticed she had shut the car door on her black abaya. I experienced an urge to communicate this to her. My window was closed. So was hers. I looked at them, my hand poised ready to press as gently as I could on my horn to alert her.

But I saw that they were in no hurry; that they were engaged in a happy starry-eyed conversation. He hadn’t even turned on the ignition yet. They were in a new relationship when time is both infinite and finite, when they savoured shared moments like one takes last breaths.

I removed my hand, still poised atop the steering wheel, ready to blow the horn which would have grated harshly in the concrete car park.

I cursed my sense of duty.

To hell with her abaya. Let it flap in the wind as they drove back home.

I turned on my radio instead and pulled out.

In search of the peaceful annum February 3, 2010

Posted by jewaira in Poetry.
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Is January a time

Or a place

Or a situation

When fertilized seeds

Send shoots in the soft brown earth

And seek life?

Is February a time

To declare love?

To be brave?

To be true to oneself?

Is March a time

When winds howl?

When you decided to leave?

When conscious becomes heavy?

Is April a time

Of love?

Of sorrow?

Of recovery?

Is May a time

To leave?

To die?

To depart without saying goodbye?

Is June a time

To be born?

To seek light?

To find passion?

Is July a time

For dark eclipses?

For garish sunlight?

For Mars square Venus?

Is August a time

When there was no more time?

When endings were near?

When beginnings were ill-fated?

Is September a time

For reunions?

For rehabilitation?

For remorse?

For reflection?

Is October a time

Of  healing old wounds?

Of seeking to make amends?

Of building a halo around

Your head?

Is November a time

To betray your self?

To forsake righteousness?

To raise the white flag of hopelessness?

And December?

Is it a time

to forget transgressions?

to solder love?

and to sift seeds of tranquility through

parting fingers?

Peaceful Annum

tell me a little bit January 29, 2010

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I see this blog as a Big Box in the middle of an Urban Street.

This Box is medium-sized, and its color is subject to the whims of its Keeper [Me]. It has a slot at the top.

Some people stop to look at this Box in the middle of the way while others move on after a brief look.

Some people take a slip of paper and scribble a note or a comment and insert it through the slot at the top of the odd shaped box that is sometimes plain and at other times colourful.

Sometimes this street is empty.  At other times it is crowded.

There are times when it is pleasant to take a stroll, and perhaps nod at others along the way, although this does not occur too often in an urban environment where there are many people from a variety of backgrounds.

The flow of human minds over Web cyber waves may lead to interesting meetings, sometimes cursory, at other times more meaningful. Whatever the result, something or nothing, you have walked by this Box.

Leave your mark.

Tell me a little bit about your day.

What are you having for lunch? What are you reading? What is the weather like there?

What are you listening to? What is on your mind? What would you like to do?

Anything that crosses your mind. Pool your thoughts. Lets see how similar or inspiring we are to each other.

Selection: Like a Tree January 28, 2010

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Bothayna Al-Essa is a Kuwaiti writer with several books that have gained her critical acclaim.

In today’s issue of Al-Qabas daily newspaper, a selection of “Very short stories” by Bothayna Al-Essa were published. I chose one of them to translate and share with non-Arabic readers. I liked this vignette because the mother is portrayed as a positive, nurturing energy. Existence is not finite, even though the story is marked by the sad theme of death. Love is a formidable force that transcends the boundaries of the human concept of time and space and can be embraced through the spirits of living things around us.

Like a tree

Her mother’s waist was very wide, and her hair was so wild and frizzy that when she sketched her standing in the garden, she resembled a tree.

When she showed her the drawing, her mother laughed heartily and told her that she was a very lucky child because she had thousands of mothers, in every home, in every garden, in every city, in every country, and in every place of exile…thousands of mothers. Her mother could be an oak tree, or a walnut tree, an olive tree, a fig tree, or even an apple tree…she could be anything that she wanted to be!

When autumn arrived, the mother suddenly dried up and no longer spoke. The elders said that her mother had died but the child did not understand this and began to shout and cry, stomping the ground and beating the walls with grief until suddenly she heard strange knocks on the window pane.

The child peered out and saw that all the trees were waving to her.

Anteater Love January 27, 2010

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I am a lonely anteater

moping about

in a slovenly sway,

searching,

thrusting my snout

deep into the  crevices

on my solo way,

pining

for your cuddly caresses

and your clumsy

kisses,

wistful half-smiles

at your

jokey wishes.

You’re gone

that’s it,

banished the mood

and like an anteater

starving for food

I gobble up crumbs

of love

you left along the way

and head back to

the stern

where we stood

that fine day

seeking union

finding freedom

and a comfy place

to bury my

muzzle.

My furry Captain

it’s no puzzle:

Your lonely anteater

misses you

and that’s the trouble.

The Fifth Pound January 26, 2010

Posted by jewaira in Film & Ads, Life, Links, Relationships, Sex, Sexuality.
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The Fifth Pound (2005)  الجنيه الخامس is the first film for Egyptian producer Ahmad Khaled. It is a short film, about 14 minutes long that tells the story of a young man and a young woman who meet every Friday at the bus stop to ride the airconditioned CTA bus around Cairo.

The young couple choose seats towards the back of the bus where they will share intimate moments, hoping they will go unnoticed.

The man and woman take turns caressing and fondling each other. The bus driver however seems to know what is going on in the back seats and keeps glancing back at them.

As the woman caresses her lover, the bus driver looks on and  fantasizes he is making love to the young woman himself. He finds release at the same time the young man next to the young woman.

When the bus reaches the final destination, the couple get up to leave, both with a serious look on their faces. The young man turns around and silently hands the bus driver some money, the extra pound, in exchange for his silence.

The film is controversial for a number of reasons and has only had limited screenings.

It can be watched here:

فيلم الجنيه الخامس The Fifth Pound

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Ahmed Khaled’s “The Fifth Pound” A Bus Named Desire

The Fifth Pound


Ride My Bicycle January 25, 2010

Posted by jewaira in Film & Ads, Links, Polls, Sex, Women.
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Protégez-vous January 25, 2010

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Use a condom.

more about “AIDS – French Animation“, posted with vodpod

Rashed and the second wife January 23, 2010

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According to the storyteller, Muneera was such a devoted wife. She would do anything for her husband, Rashed. They bought a house together and to pay off the debt, rented it out and lived in an apartment with their three kids. Rashed wanted to do a bit of renovation for the house, and Muneera borrowed 10,000 KD from the bank so they could have enough funds.

Rashed was a conservative man, said the storyteller, making a gesture below her chin to depict the presence of a pious beard. But he met a woman whom he fell in love with through Chat and suddenly, Rashed presented Muneera with wife number 2, paid for with the borrowed money.

Muneera, aghast, decided to confront wife number 2 with a phone call.

“He’s virtually penniless! What do you want with him?” She told the woman.

Wife number two shrugged her off with:”That’s alright. At least he’s got a house. And I am a married woman.”

So Cheeky! January 21, 2010

Posted by jewaira in Humour, Internet, Life, News, Women.
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Video: Wardrobe malfunction for Gillian Cooke

Moral of the story: Always be prepared to be inadvertently exposed.

Talk about wardrobe malfunctions. What if you were the guys behind British bobsleigh slider Gillian Cooke who split her lycra body suit at a critical moment only to reveal a well-presented ass and a cheeky black g-string?

With typical British humour, one of the Eurosport commentators said: “Gill Cooke’s going to need a new race suit after the weekend I think – it’s going to be a bit chilly there!”

Some of the amusing comments on the video:

looks like a rear ender

what a bummer !!!!

Lets get cracking, girls!!! SPLIT for a record time!!

brings a “hole ” new meaning to­ “split” second timing he he he

what a pro she still carried on despite freezing her­ best assets

It’s a viewers’ bonus.

5,4,3,2,1 and she’s THONG her way:)

What a cheek.

More here

Guardian of the Constitution January 20, 2010

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You know what he looks like. His eyebrows are arched. It gives him a look of continual disdain. Nothing you can do will gain his approval. But his eyes gleam with satisfaction and he strokes his scraggly beard  triumphantly when he senses a potential scandal. He does all he can to warp the imagination of his Constituency until they believe the picture he paints – no, not that for he abhors the arts. Let’s say he stokes the skewed thought processes in a way that makes listeners aghast at the rampant corruption and the degenerate activities of both the plebeian and the elite masses.

News travels fast these days especially through degenerate vehicles (can we mention them? Blackberries, iPhones, and the assortment of cellular communication devices).  Juicy, scandalous news seeps into the homes of all unsuspecting owners of such devices.

And the man with the arched eyebrows, forever raised in disapproval, tugs at his beard again as he calls the Guards.

He alerts them: Go, brothers! In the land of South Surrealea, a host of gay and lesbian fornicators are having a wild bash! Go good Guards and arrest them!

And so spake the Guardian of the Constitution for he is also the protector of the People who have elected him to his Post.

At the Grand Hall in Surrealea one splendid night, the women wore fanciful dresses and were regaling in an evening of music and dance when suddenly, the dark Guards appeared at the all-female function, demanding to know what kind of Evil was taking place.

The Hostess glared. The guests were furious. How dare they? Who has sent the Guards? And what dark rumours were circulating about the place they were in?

The women gathered their silk mantles around their shiny sequined gowns and left for fear of being branded a Degenerate.

The humiliated hostess vowed she would fight the scraggly bearded Guardian of the Constitution and make him pay for ruining her evening of frivolity.

And the GoC or Guardian of the Constitution, smirked as he lay on his satin sheets and turned off the lights.

Come back because I am nameless now January 14, 2010

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Love knows no boundaries

no space in time,

Grey inches of snow

Speeding through space at the speed of light cherry red

Pink gums solid hopeful sinful

Creamy mocha skin

Trying to catch some eezzee zees

Pigeons flying about in the desert.. homeless

Homeless

why don’t you work woman

Black,

Inferior sage,

Tokyo girl,

Magic mountain queues,

Ramses the second,

Turkish coffee,

Long lashes Turkish delight

Soft

Chabdat al faras

Debate on communist Russia,

You think you know everything don’t you when you’re 18..

Take a dope take a drop take a droio ket ne drio ket ne gi diwb ket ne skeeo fakkk ubti tge rabuut gike

Take a drop take a drop let me fall into the rabbit hole,

Search for fair white clouds

Dive into bright blue skies,

And don’t you feel like a fool reading this…

On the pier

There is  a white gate

Tan skin

We wait

Golden hair

Golden eyes.

The ball is being kicked from room to room it bounces off walls in unison

I scream but the world doesn’t stop.

I holler in silence

But no one is by

no one

Says I hear you

No one stops,

The louder I scream the more aloof

Everyone is,

Help me

Help me mistress aida and the 3 wolves

Is, are coming

Walking down the path

Wolves golden eyes

and white fangs snarling

Wolfies

You love me don’t you..

Oh god am tired I need a shot,

Put me down in a white bed

A floral bed or a bed of mint

So that I can breathe,

How cruel

She frowns that girl without creases they disappear

They become like little insect trails on her face

The trails of years of torment many years of struggling to understand

And then understanding when it is too late to make amends.

I sit here hot water bottle across my chest floating into nothing,

Floating into many things

Floating into being

Once again

But with whom I don’t know.

Why do I need this importance..

Why do I need to prove  green is beautiful..

Green is bubbles

And full of buoyancy

Ha ha, ho ho

No beyonce.

There is no you there is only me

I am like the 9 limbed octopus

Odd

Shy

Clingy

Reclusive

But once you

Know me

I never let you go,

Suck you suffocate you into my tentacles

There is no release or respite from the harsh truth is there?

Oh why do people lie…

And why do people think they know or pretend to know…

Don’t make assumptions,

You had better not make assumptions

Or take advantage of my weakness,

Oh god where are you why don’t you make me well

Am I slipping away again? Hands

Fingers

Slippery on the rungs of that ladder

Scraping against the rim of that lifeboat

Oh god help me

Am I a hypocrite…..

to hell with me and my pain

To hell with anything I feel

It will be over soon

It shall be over in no time,

They prevail over us

Always.

Am tired.

The sound of rain

Shsshsshshshhshsshs

Against the wet wheels of cars

Street lights shimmer

I dance

But only in spirit

I see you in the black taxi

Hand on your cheek

Black eyes pensive

You feel the humid

Pellets

Against your skin

Although the window is shut

In the cab

And you are suffocating now

I need air you scream

And the cab driver screeches to a halt and

Gives you a look of disgust

Get the fuck out of my cab

Now

And nothing seems better at this moment than to walk

Barefoot

In the rain

Toes skimming the surface of wet pavement

Coat unbuttoned

Peeled off

And slowly mops up the rain

The meters behind you and it getting larger

And then the shirt

Just a cotton shirt

Or was it a burgundy silk one?

I forgot

But you unbuttoned it

And left a trail along the street pavement

Just you

In your camisole

And your trousers

You stop in front of the dark man with thick lips

And you ask him to

Remove your trousers

He takes the long scissors from your weak pale hands

And makes rapid slits up the front of your trouser legs

The tip of the scissors makes a slight red gash on the thickest part of your left thigh and he stops

Looks at you and continues to cut them off

The trousers that is

And you are slowly finding release

As you trample through shiny streets

Under quickening rain

That leaves iridescent trails along the front of your chest

And your exposed arms

The woman in front of you has ginger hair

She stops

The color is like ginger cotton candy

She doesn’t smile but rips off your bodice

God she looks like Elizabeth

Am I ?

No, no just go on

And I look down and see that I am naked but formless

Unclothed

But asexual

Flat

Neither woman

Nor man

Just a being

Of sorts

Floating through time

Elizabeth kisses me but how I don’t know do I have lips?

Can I feel?

There I go passing through her now

Gaining speed in my unclothed body

I am running down streets

At the speed of light

Making zig zags

Making monstrous circles around

People who walk with heads bowed

People who don’t see me

People who don’t understand me

I get into the black taxi and sit next to….

Where will this disease take me

How will I find my way back if I lose my clothing

My sense of direction

I can only go forward

I get into a black cab

And sit next to Fusha or is it Misha

One of them and the girl has a blonde pony tail in the middle of the top of her head

And just looks

She knows about you and why you left and just sits beside me

And holds my hand

I cannot sleep

I cannot sob

I cannot think

Only go forward

My only way out is the black taxi

Who can make turns

Who can go back

Who can take me back

Who can bring me back

But I don’t want to

There they go again

Misha, Fusha whispering in their high pitched voices again

Turning on lights

Making noise

When I need silence

I need to absorb

And reconnect

I can think?

The link has been severed now

There is no connection to the others is there?

I am there

A spacesuit

Floating in the inky expanse of space

Left to roam

Although I am without will

Without direction

And without control

All contact has been severed now

The spacesuit succumbs to resignation

To thinking about

Times when love was active

So fiery

It almost consumed itself

But the fireman

The jolly fireman

Came with his big red extinguisher

And put it out

Once and for all

Once and for all

Hell is when you cannot sleep

Eternal purgatory is when your soul knows no

Rest

But continuous discomfort

Everlasting pain

And lack of direction

Floating

And no one calls your name.

Thrill seekers January 13, 2010

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Nasr Al-Neyadi and Omar Al-Hegelan do an approved Base-jump from the new Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

And below, an Englishman and a Frenchman a few months ago ascending the Burj for more than one hour up the stairs and hiding till dawn when one of them jumped off – illegally.

A good son January 13, 2010

Posted by jewaira in Life, Links, News.
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“My mother is my inspiration. She always said to be honest and work hard.”

Bangladeshi cabbie returns cash left in taxi

This is the kind of heartwarming, positive news we should be reading more about everyday to restore our faith in humanity.