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“She Who Remembers”

I’ve been away haven’t I?

Rather like the lover who gets a listless, restless look in their eyes.

I have been here but not been here.

I have been around, blog hopping, but very briefly. I am not as engaged with the virtual Jewaira at the moment but that’s alright. It happens  intermittently that I get sidetracked but I always seem to come back.

I enjoy the quiet, the seclusion, and the introspection. I like coming into the Boudoir and finding it empty.

I remember my first blog posts towards the end of 2004. I actually had butterflies bubbling up my tummy as I pushed the post button on Blogger. It was the Scribe template I chose and it still holds special memories for me.

In the summer of 2004, the first blog I ever came across was Zaydoun’s Kuwait Unplugged. I had actually read some of QHate’s early group blog and came across Rampurple some years earlier but I did not really get into reading blogs till the summer of 2004.

There were a handful of outstanding blogs at the time and it was fun to read them every day. Like many other silent readers, I only lurked at the time, delighting in all the fun and banter that went on and the discussions between  this group of bloggers. Blogging at that time was all in English but I remember the time Zaydoun asked his readers whether he should blog in English, Arabic, or both. Those were early days indeed.

Reading blogs became addictive and so it was only natural that I would want to start one of my own eventually. Blogging has changed over the years but it still remains pretty much a social endeavour where you are writing to relieve your angst at the situation around you whether personal or worldly. I could share it all with the cat but in the end, there is something cathartic about pounding away at the keyboard and seeing everything organized and neat before your eyes.

What has brought on this spiel of reminiscences? Not the end of the Hijri year nor the end of the Gregorian calendar. Special thanks go to L’s Brain for mentioning me on her blog for the Butterfly Award and to D’n'G for tagging me in her post here.

I’m really not the tagging kind but I wanted to thank these two lovely ladies for mentioning me in addition to IntlXpatr who also mentioned me earlier this month on her blog.

D’n'G ‘s tag involves talking about one blog but I will share with you a list of all the people who passed on this blog in its early days that I made some time ago. It is not a complete or recent list. Some are no longer blogging. Some only commented but no longer go by that moniker. Many names, many memories.

It is after all the end of the year and a time for remembering. Thanks to each and every one.

And remind me if I have forgotten someone…

1. anti-reason

2. a3sab

3. almond

4. Angela

5. ayya

6. AGA

7. alegra

8. Azrael

9. broke

10. black lace

11. blossom

12. bo jaij

13. bora bora

14. Brachypelma

15. blasha

16. chocolates

17. Christina Ohio

18. crappy_nappy

19. catch 22

20. diigma

21. Dina

22. dervish

23. desert rose

24. the don

25. don veto

26. delicately realistic

27. edjamacated guy

28. esetch

29. equalizer

30. erzulie

31. exzombie

32. entrepreneur

33. elegance

34. flamingoliya

35. Fons

36. fuzziest navelus

37. Goliath

38. Gemini II

39. gigi

40. gatorbait

41. hanan

42. hibbalicious

43. Imran

44. jashanmal

45. jellybelly

46. Jackie

47. jan6a

48. kristalle

49. Kuwaiti tranny

50. lil alien

51. lucrezia borgia

52. life moments

53. luminous

54. moe

55. marumba

56. moe-isha

57. mosan

58. Mushmushi

59. misscosmokuwait

60. machiatto 83

61. mrsbakerq8

62. mishu 1984

63. ms.milk

64. mama fusla

65. nanonano

66. nazzal

67. noony

68. not_without_my heels

69. PhantomMan

70. Pedro

71. peach

72. purgatory

73. pink suede shoes

74. preternatural_al

75. Qatari cat

76. reverse osmosis

77. rawand

78. raf*

79. Rizwan

80. sedna

81. shadyq80

82. Sheba

83. shrink

84. so what

85. shopaholic q8eya

86. shurouq

87. scarlo

88. samboose

89. sloth

90. sage

91. stinni

92. Stephen Daedalus

93. stitch n match

94. Swair

95. tantalize

96. UzF

97. vintage

98. verity

99. W (wasma)

100. warda

101. waterlilie

102. William

103. zaydoun

104. zinzinq8

Please don’t feel offended or forgotten if you name is not here lol…just remind me for heaven’s sake.

Romantic? not you.

You snarled at him in front of the women in his family.

“Abdulrahman romantic?!! He doesn’t know what romantic is!”

I looked at you and wondered about your attitude. No matter how unromantic he is, you’re not going to cultivate any synchronicity into your relationship when you put him down in front of his family, no matter how unfeeling you think he is.

Unless you’re worried about the Evil Eye and want to ward off any bad vibes from ill wishers.

But I didn’t get that feeling from you. When people are in sync and share a close bond, it shows even if they banter or criticise each other.

I can understand your frustration, especially if your man is unattentive. But perhaps you need to show him how, regardless of how old he is or how many previous relationships or marriages he has had. Some men, like some women, are clueless. If you are committed to this relationship, then show him how and make an effort.

You said he was romantic for the first couple of months. After that, he resumed his normal life, surrounded by male buddies and gatherings. And you are getting tired of waiting.

I’m glad you are taking this trip together without the kids. Perhaps it will refresh you and revive your intimate feelings for each other. And if you feel a fight coming on, just pretend that you have just met and getting to know each other and you will tolerate so much more.

Most Romantic Arab Men

Romantic means: a man knows all the ways of delighting a woman and charming her off her feet so that she will reciprocate and add to a successful relationship.

Locating Jewaira

I dreamed I was in London on an unknown street. I parked the car I had been driving outside a building and went inside. When I came back out, I looked at my car. It was odd. There were no hubcaps. I looked again and there were no tires. The car was hoisted onto to bricks. Someone had stolen my tires in the bright daylight. I panicked but no one wanted to help. I got into a cab and wanted to be taken home. I realized then that my car was not parked in the place I thought I was at the time. I was worried that I would lose it. I asked the driver for the area code so that I could find my car again. I noted it down, asking him to repeat it several times.

We suddenly wake up, wishing it were daylight.

Perhaps my blog is like the dream..confiscated….abandoned…and lost.

Salamat sa iyo

I would like to extend special thanks to the Filipino community in Kuwait for the charitable gesture in organizing a beach cleanup project yesterday in the Doha Beach area, around 40 kilometers from Kuwait City.
I love the positive productivity and the proactive cooperation between the Filipinos in Kuwait.

See Filipinos unite in beach clean-up drive

Homosexuality in Kuwait

In the Friday Times, there  is a story about a  Kuwaiti lesbian who discusses her new found sexual orientation. [The L Word: Life behind a Mask]

After reading it,  have two questions in mind:

Protected: Stolen moments

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Their tongues intertwine

Tongue

on

Tongue.

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Then

starts

the process

of

osmosis.

Thinking of you, too

Thanks to special readers who say they are thinking of me...

Cherries

We were strangers but shared the same table during a workshop. During the break, I turned on my mobile phone to make a call. When I was done, I set the phone down before me.

“Cherries?!” She exclaimed. She meant: Couldn’t you find any better background than cherries?

I looked at her and smiled as I tried to read into the meaning of what she was saying.

Requiem

More often than not, passion is a destructive force that drives one to a variety of endings.

The Unfortunate Ewe

Moodhy woke around dawn to a strange noise. It sounded like the sheep they bought for Eid was bleating but in a very frightening manner. She had never heard a sheep make that sound.

“Mother! Mother! Wake up. Listen…the sheep sounds very strange!”

They crept out into the hosh of their house where the sheep was tethered to a post. The animal shied away when they approached.

“Oh no!” cried Moodhy. “Look!”

The sheep had gotten entangled in the rope and it was now chocking him. The more it pulled away, the tighter the noose around its neck and it bleated desperately.

The women finally brought out a knife and severed the rope, freeing the animal from its unintentional suicide.

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A distasteful quirk

She picked her nose despite knowing it was a disgusting act. It was as in John Barth’s the End of the Road. She was watching herself every time.

What to read?

I had a maid who would read Webster’s Dictionary in her spare time.

“For a desert island, one would choose a good dictionary rather than the greatest literary masterpiece imaginable, for, in relation to its readers, a dictionary is absolutely passive and may legitimately be read in an infinite number of ways.”
W.H. Auden , BBC [link: The Man Who Reads Dictionaries]

Moonlight

The other night you asked me: What if there was no moonlight? What difference would it make?

This morning I think of all the poetry, the songs, and the romance that may not have been inspired by that luminescent orb in the indigo sky.

Where else would people go?

The Indian employee with the bright yellow shirt stood upright behind the service desk, holding the phone on his left ear as he jotted down notes. He chuckled merrily into the phone. “Of course we are open during Eid, ma’am. It is IKEA. Where would people go then during the holiday?”

Sexiness

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Long Eid Holiday

No banking for 9 days. What can I say?
It’s going to be a nice long holiday starting this coming Sunday.

I hope the streets in Kuwait will be less congested as people make a mass exodus for Hajj and other Eid getaways so that we can enjoy driving again in this country.

Superior Scribbler Award

Thank you to Cycads for passing on the Superior Scribbler Award. I am always thrilled to come across readers from far and beyond.

• Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
• Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award. (Check)
  
• Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.
• Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we’ll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
• Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.

I will pass this Superior Scribbler Award to :

Purgatory

The Don

Kuwaiti Chicken Soup / Drama

BuYousef.net

Desert Girl