Archive | February 2007

Cheat notes to God’s signs

“In order to find the treasure, you will have to follow the omens. God has prepared a path for everyone to follow. You just have to read the omens that he left for you.” The Alchemist

Why, oh why, oh why, couldn’t God have sent down a manual to decipher his language? …hold on…scratch that…I don’t read manuals. So what I mumbling about? …oh yeah, God, why can’t you send easier puzzles? I mean, come on, you know me. I cheat when it comes to solving puzzles…hold on…I think I got what I am whining about…I want the cheat notes to God’s signs.

Background to the story

So I was in the mood to socialize a little bit and though I could use the break. I went to visit my old co-workers. Greetings, air kisses, and some oohhs and aaahhs later I was told that with such enthusiasm that an Iranian student has just registered called *******. WTF, that’s my name!!!! I am the only ******* in Kuwait. I take pride in that. I love the facial expression I get when people ask me for my name. I even have a little speech prepared when they asked me for the meaning. (I had to drop that little speech coz it was entirely true.) So now here comes along this little @#$% good for nothing #$%^@ and snatches this pride right out of my head.

Well, at least I still have my last name to be proud of.

Come home, prepared made a pitiful attempt to prepare myself a cool Lebanese tea (I think I over boiled it) and logged onto the world of WWW. So, in I type the 7 letters of my name—which is no longer unique in Kuwait, sniff, sniff—in yahoo messenger. Hmmm, shoo hada? (what’s this?) Someone had requested to add me as a friend. Do I know him? Nope, don’t think so. Let me check his profile. WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His last name is *********. That’s my $%^^&ing last name.

OK, God, what’s the deal? Obviously you are trying to send me some kind of message here. What is it?

a. I am not unique

b. I am not alone

c. This is just a test to see if I can spot out your signs. You would send your real messages later on.

Turkish Night at AWARE

I was checking Aware’s site for information on Arabic classes when I saw this:

Come along to AWARE to experience the wonderful atmosphere of Turkey. The Turkish Embassy will be hosting a Turkish Night. As well as information about Turkey including a short DVD, taste turkish food, watch Turkish Children perform etc. Turkish Airlines will also be here to answer your questions about flights to Istanbul and other Turkish destinations.

Date: Wednesday 21st February

Time 7 p.m.

Not my House

I saw this today:

There is an Indian proverb or axiom that says that everyone is a house with 4 rooms, a physical, a mental, an emotional and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time, but we need to go into every room every day, even if it’s only to keep it clean.

I used to visit all 4 rooms every single day when one morning I began to realize it’s not my house

Nicey sentences 4

And here’s my latest collection of nicey sentences:

“(Religion) With or without it you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.”

If you treat people the way they are, you never improve them. If you treat them the way you want them to be, you do.

Most people hate to parallel park. The other day, I saw this woman trying to get out of a tight parking space. She’d bump the car in front, then back-up and strike the car behind her. This went on about 2-3 minutes.
I walked over to see if I could somehow help. My offer was declined though. She said, “Why have bumpers if you’re not going to use them once in a while?”

The latest polling shows 43 percent of all Americans say that illegal aliens are a serious problem. The other 57 percent said: “No hablo Inglés.”

“We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.”

“I get those maternal feelings sometimes, like when I’m lying on the couch and can’t reach the remote, I think, ‘Boy, a kid would be nice right now.'” – Kathleen Madigan

Leap of Faith

I wrote this about a week ago but I couldn’t post it until I felt it is not a mere temporarily streak. Today I will claim that it is not:

I have been revived. I don’t know what initially triggered this transformation, but I’m enjoying the ride. A thirty-two year old curse has been lifted, a pleasant awaking after a life time of lingering away in a comatose life.

I probably reached rock bottom about a month ago. There had been times in my life that even people I cherish were mere “ghareebeha-e-asheena” (familiar strangers), but this was the first time I couldn’t even bear my own company. I was tired; tired of myself, tired of my monologues, tired of analyzing myself, tired of waiting for God’s presence, tired of searching for answers, tired of even asking questions, tired of the people around me, tired of their looks, tired of their words, tired of conversing with them, tired of their expectations—I was exhausted, too exhausted to even know why.

Then it came. A phone call. One Thursday morning. A month ago. Words were uttered; strength was gained–strength to take the leap of faith.
When I wrote that a week ago, I wasn’t sure what had triggered the need in me to transform. I’m still not sure. Maybe it was:

1.When I came across a site in which people wrote down their life regrets. I typed in, “I regret living a life with no regrets.”

2.When I received an unexpected compliment from a “special” student that was not related to my teaching abilities. (Don’t mean to brag, but I am really tired of hearing what a great teacher I am; tell me something I don’t know, heeheehee)

3.When I could only tick two things off a list of “100 things to do before you die”.

4.The pep talk….or the subconscious effect of several pep talks

Maybe it was a combination of all the above, maybe it was basically having a great friend. All I know is that I am not scared any more. Not scared of taking chances; not scared of failing; not scared of not being accepted; not scared of leaping.

I have leapt.

I have killed my low-self esteem.

I have given birth to self-confidence.

I am grateful for being blessed with great friends who sowed the need in me to change and those who gave me the strength to do so.