La Verita
I am a half kuwaiti/half american girl living in Kuwait.
I am perpetually suspended in the granite hollow that fills the space between two worlds...
Not quite who I am, not quite who I want to be... Cat-lover, poet, music-nut.
I currently hold a PHD in both BS and Smartass. In short, I pitch my tent in the median of life..
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"Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live."
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Saturday, December 31, 2005
Randomatizations Part II....
Here's something stupid I saw recently....
Hey Walgreens!? It's not technically a bakery if all it does is hold the baked goods...
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We took the ferry out to Staten Island. Got some cool pics of the Statue of Liberty.
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Only one more day till we ring in the big 'O6!... I'm feeling a bit apprehensive about it... not sure I'm ready to explain why.... People put so much pressure onto the New Year.. as if it's something we should all stand up and salute... It's just another day, another year, another notch on the bedpost of time....
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And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow .. today...
And nothin lasts forever so be honest babe...
It hurts, but it may be the only way...
-Layla
Hey Walgreens!? It's not technically a bakery if all it does is hold the baked goods...
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We took the ferry out to Staten Island. Got some cool pics of the Statue of Liberty.
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Only one more day till we ring in the big 'O6!... I'm feeling a bit apprehensive about it... not sure I'm ready to explain why.... People put so much pressure onto the New Year.. as if it's something we should all stand up and salute... It's just another day, another year, another notch on the bedpost of time....
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And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow .. today...
And nothin lasts forever so be honest babe...
It hurts, but it may be the only way...
-Layla
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It's a bit late for the holiday's, but ladies, you must, mUsT, MUST get your mittens on this book! It is racy, saucy, linguistically scintillating stuff! I was up till four in the morning finishing it... That is how good it is.
This book is mainly targeted to the ladies. It follows the witty, always-has-a-story, Molly Connors, as she tries to crawl her way out from under a mountain of debt by pretending to be a 'trust fund baby'while working as a receptionist for Kyle Ashton. Kyle is a smart, sophisticated, smoldering computer programming tycoon. He's smart, he's gorgeous and he's loaded (in more ways than one, if you know what I mean..) He wants her, but is afraid of her. She wants him, but is afraid of losing her job. The plot is simple enough that it doesn't distract from the mounting sexual tension between the two main characters. Seriously, the chemistry between those two crackles off the page!
This is a must read, ladies! But don't take my word for it, find out for yourself ...
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-Layla
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Ladies! You Must Read This.....
It's a bit late for the holiday's, but ladies, you must, mUsT, MUST get your mittens on this book! It is racy, saucy, linguistically scintillating stuff! I was up till four in the morning finishing it... That is how good it is.
This book is mainly targeted to the ladies. It follows the witty, always-has-a-story, Molly Connors, as she tries to crawl her way out from under a mountain of debt by pretending to be a 'trust fund baby'while working as a receptionist for Kyle Ashton. Kyle is a smart, sophisticated, smoldering computer programming tycoon. He's smart, he's gorgeous and he's loaded (in more ways than one, if you know what I mean..) He wants her, but is afraid of her. She wants him, but is afraid of losing her job. The plot is simple enough that it doesn't distract from the mounting sexual tension between the two main characters. Seriously, the chemistry between those two crackles off the page!
This is a must read, ladies! But don't take my word for it, find out for yourself ...
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-Layla
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So, a member of our Krispy Klan of Kuwait finally made it into New York today..... Prepare yourself for the adventures of Krispy and FB....
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11:40 am: I wake up in a somewhat lazy fashion (no doubt due to the 2:30 am bed time...) to the sounds of FB pattering around the apartment. I get up 3ala raa7ty and make my way into the living room where FB is sitting at the lap-top. We start chatting about our friend who's meant to be coming into New York today so I tell FB to double-check her arrival time since FB had told me the night before that our friend wouldn't be coming in until 12:30 that night i.e. midnight.
12:00 pm: So, I'm sitting there happy as a clam munching on my Corn Pops when FB informs me that, exactly as she had checked the night before, our friends flight was due to arrive at 12:30 pm.... This information completely sails over my head and FB gets up to go pray... Suddenly (Lightbulb) , I realize that 12:30 pm is in half an hour!!! We had just woken up so I think our slowness can be forgiven!
12:20 pm: FB and I fly out the door and run up Madison Avenue trying to hail a cab. We quickly get one ( a really sweet Greek guy who spends the whole ride telling us how great the Middle East is! and nooooo, he did not give us his number nor did he ask us if we wanted to party!). So, he gets us to JFK in record time (12:45 pm) and we race through the American Airlines terminal in search of the arrival hall.
1:00 pm: We position ourselves at the arrival gate and wait for our friend.....
2:00 pm: FB and I start to get stir-crazy.....
3:00 pm: I begin to wonder what's taking her so long. So, FB and I start harassing customs and baggage personnel trying to figure out where she could be. I run all over the terminal trying to find someone who can tell me where she might be. So, a couple of the customs agents tell us that since our friend is not a US citizen and it's her first trip to New York, she might get held up at immigration.... ok... fair enough.....
3:30 pm: FB and I start harassing incoming passengers and inquiring about their city of origin and what flight they were on and whether they had seen anyone with our friends description on the plane with them.....
4:00 pm: I start braiding FB's hair into tiny little braids all over her head.
4:30 pm: FB and I start applying make-up.
6:00 pm: FB and I realize that something is seriously wrong.... So, I start running around the terminal again trying to get people to help me figure this out. Finally, I start talking to the American Airlines manager and she finds out that apparently there's a Kuwait Airways flight coming out of London Heathrow with the same flight number. And that flight arrived at 5:30 pm!!!
6:15 pm: FB and I get our sh*t and literally fly out of the terminal to the airtram which will take us to the international terminal where the flight came in.
6:30 pm: We arrive at the international terminal to find out that the flight is late and will be arriving in fifteen minutes. FB grabs a tuna sandwich and we plop ourselves down in front of the arrival gate.
7:15 pm: Our friend finally makes it out the door! much screaming and hugging ensues.....
End of Krispy and FB day of fun at the airport....
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Don't worry peeps. The bedroom tag is on the way!
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Now Playing: The 40 Year Old Virgin DVD
-Layla
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Mu'3amaraat Krispy and FB.....
So, a member of our Krispy Klan of Kuwait finally made it into New York today..... Prepare yourself for the adventures of Krispy and FB....
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11:40 am: I wake up in a somewhat lazy fashion (no doubt due to the 2:30 am bed time...) to the sounds of FB pattering around the apartment. I get up 3ala raa7ty and make my way into the living room where FB is sitting at the lap-top. We start chatting about our friend who's meant to be coming into New York today so I tell FB to double-check her arrival time since FB had told me the night before that our friend wouldn't be coming in until 12:30 that night i.e. midnight.
12:00 pm: So, I'm sitting there happy as a clam munching on my Corn Pops when FB informs me that, exactly as she had checked the night before, our friends flight was due to arrive at 12:30 pm.... This information completely sails over my head and FB gets up to go pray... Suddenly (Lightbulb) , I realize that 12:30 pm is in half an hour!!! We had just woken up so I think our slowness can be forgiven!
12:20 pm: FB and I fly out the door and run up Madison Avenue trying to hail a cab. We quickly get one ( a really sweet Greek guy who spends the whole ride telling us how great the Middle East is! and nooooo, he did not give us his number nor did he ask us if we wanted to party!). So, he gets us to JFK in record time (12:45 pm) and we race through the American Airlines terminal in search of the arrival hall.
1:00 pm: We position ourselves at the arrival gate and wait for our friend.....
2:00 pm: FB and I start to get stir-crazy.....
3:00 pm: I begin to wonder what's taking her so long. So, FB and I start harassing customs and baggage personnel trying to figure out where she could be. I run all over the terminal trying to find someone who can tell me where she might be. So, a couple of the customs agents tell us that since our friend is not a US citizen and it's her first trip to New York, she might get held up at immigration.... ok... fair enough.....
3:30 pm: FB and I start harassing incoming passengers and inquiring about their city of origin and what flight they were on and whether they had seen anyone with our friends description on the plane with them.....
4:00 pm: I start braiding FB's hair into tiny little braids all over her head.
4:30 pm: FB and I start applying make-up.
6:00 pm: FB and I realize that something is seriously wrong.... So, I start running around the terminal again trying to get people to help me figure this out. Finally, I start talking to the American Airlines manager and she finds out that apparently there's a Kuwait Airways flight coming out of London Heathrow with the same flight number. And that flight arrived at 5:30 pm!!!
6:15 pm: FB and I get our sh*t and literally fly out of the terminal to the airtram which will take us to the international terminal where the flight came in.
6:30 pm: We arrive at the international terminal to find out that the flight is late and will be arriving in fifteen minutes. FB grabs a tuna sandwich and we plop ourselves down in front of the arrival gate.
7:15 pm: Our friend finally makes it out the door! much screaming and hugging ensues.....
End of Krispy and FB day of fun at the airport....
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Don't worry peeps. The bedroom tag is on the way!
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Now Playing: The 40 Year Old Virgin DVD
-Layla
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Girl: "I need to peeeeeeeeeee."
(Hey FB, this girl could be our soul-mate! possibly the missing link to our bathroom trio?? :P)
-Overheard on 29th and 2nd.
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Hobo: "There ain't no Santa this year! Ain't no Santaaaaaa!"
(Possibly an affirmation of my results from the "Which mythological creature are you?" quiz.....?)
-Overheard on Madison somewhere between 35th and 43th.
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I'm just a notch in your bedpost but you're just a line in a song...
-Layla
Friday, December 23, 2005
Overheard on the streets of NYC....
Girl: "I need to peeeeeeeeeee."
(Hey FB, this girl could be our soul-mate! possibly the missing link to our bathroom trio?? :P)
-Overheard on 29th and 2nd.
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Hobo: "There ain't no Santa this year! Ain't no Santaaaaaa!"
(Possibly an affirmation of my results from the "Which mythological creature are you?" quiz.....?)
-Overheard on Madison somewhere between 35th and 43th.
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I'm just a notch in your bedpost but you're just a line in a song...
-Layla
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Thursday, December 22, 2005
Good Girls Go To Heaven... Bad Girls Go To New York....
I found this link at caffeinated's blog... It seemed cool and I was insanely drawn to the pic so I decided to head over there and take the quiz. I got Demon too!! What are the odds?? Personally, I think I lean more towards werewolf, but oh well...
Hey Caf, looks like I'm not getting anything from Santa this year either! .... That fat bastard!
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Don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet...
wishing to be the friction in your jeans...
-Layla
Hey Caf, looks like I'm not getting anything from Santa this year either! .... That fat bastard!
 | You scored as Demon. Demon: Darkness is your sanctuary. Demons are many and are all different in appearence and rank. The most common are the ones that feed off of human souls. They love to make someone fall into their inner darkness. Blood, wrath, murder... You name it they love it. These beings don't care who you are, if they set their sights on you, let's just hope you know a good excorist. They kill any love within you and pull you toward their side. By any means possible. You wish for chaos and hate, you are the Demon.
What Mythological Creature are you? (Cool Pics!) created with QuizFarm.com |
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Don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet...
wishing to be the friction in your jeans...
-Layla
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Weird sh*t people do in Starbucks....
I'm sitting in a pretty nice, upscale Starbucks on Park Avenue and yet, this Starbucks seems to be the nap place de jour... So far, I have spotted four nappers (Weird sh*t people do in Starbucks #1) in this Starbucks.... Do they let hobos hang out in Starbucks now?? I mean, I know Starbucks kinda boasts a laid-back vibe, but this is a little much.....
Weird sh*t people do in Starbucks #2:
Knitting?? .... Really?? .... Ok.
Weird sh*t people do in Starbucks #3:
Try to cram four or five people onto one of those tiny-a** fabric chairs! If there's no place to fit your entire party, either stand up and wait for a table to empty up or get your a**es to another Starbucks! There's one on every corner people!
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Ok... another person just zonked off.... I feel like knocking my chair over and waking up everyone around me.... just 'cos I'm in a bit of a mean mood... besides, they probably deserve it....
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I swear, this place is starting to resemble an immigration office... I didn't realize there were so little Americans (Real Red, White and Blue blooded Americans)in New York City...
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Weird sh*t people do in Starbucks #4:
Pick their noses.... There are people around! I know that you're real comfy in your plushy chair with your low-fat-no-whip-double-espresso-caramel-machiato, but you are in a public place and people can see you!
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Word of the day:
Grooooooooovy! ;)
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Check out this link! So full of Christmas Spirit, I don't know what to do with myself!! This link comes courtesy of Unknown Entity ! U Da Bomb!
Neurotically yours,
Krispy Dixie
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Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love...
-Layla
Weird sh*t people do in Starbucks #2:
Knitting?? .... Really?? .... Ok.
Weird sh*t people do in Starbucks #3:
Try to cram four or five people onto one of those tiny-a** fabric chairs! If there's no place to fit your entire party, either stand up and wait for a table to empty up or get your a**es to another Starbucks! There's one on every corner people!
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Ok... another person just zonked off.... I feel like knocking my chair over and waking up everyone around me.... just 'cos I'm in a bit of a mean mood... besides, they probably deserve it....
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I swear, this place is starting to resemble an immigration office... I didn't realize there were so little Americans (Real Red, White and Blue blooded Americans)in New York City...
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Weird sh*t people do in Starbucks #4:
Pick their noses.... There are people around! I know that you're real comfy in your plushy chair with your low-fat-no-whip-double-espresso-caramel-machiato, but you are in a public place and people can see you!
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Word of the day:
Grooooooooovy! ;)
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Check out this link! So full of Christmas Spirit, I don't know what to do with myself!! This link comes courtesy of Unknown Entity ! U Da Bomb!
Neurotically yours,
Krispy Dixie
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Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love...
-Layla
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I've been tagged by the honorable 7tenths... Much love, Bugaloo! Much love!
Yes, my desktop is uber-messy... It's kind of a compilation of my sh*t, FB's sh*t and my brothers' (whose laptop I have confiscated for my stay in NY) ... so, I do believe that the mess is understandable and, dare I say, even forgivable.
I, in turn, tag Mr. New York himself, Entrepreneur, Let's see what your photoshop frontier looks like! ;)
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Now Playing: Dance, Dance by: Fall Out Boy
-Layla
This desktop is dedicated to Entre'..
I've been tagged by the honorable 7tenths... Much love, Bugaloo! Much love!
Yes, my desktop is uber-messy... It's kind of a compilation of my sh*t, FB's sh*t and my brothers' (whose laptop I have confiscated for my stay in NY) ... so, I do believe that the mess is understandable and, dare I say, even forgivable.
I, in turn, tag Mr. New York himself, Entrepreneur, Let's see what your photoshop frontier looks like! ;)
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Now Playing: Dance, Dance by: Fall Out Boy
-Layla
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Monday, December 19, 2005
Overheard on the streets of NYC......
Frat boy #1: "Dude, I am an expert side-walk walker!"
Frat boy #2: "Whatever, man! What about that guy you shoulder-swiped on Rector?"
Frat boy #1: "That was an intentional shoulder-swipe. I was telling him to get the f*ck out of my way!"
Frat boy #2: "Whatever, dude!"
pause..............
Frat boy #2: "What is an expert side-walk walker anyway?"
- Overheard in front of Century 21.
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I wanna stand up! I wanna let go! You know.. You know... no.. no... you don't, you dont!
-Layla
Frat boy #2: "Whatever, man! What about that guy you shoulder-swiped on Rector?"
Frat boy #1: "That was an intentional shoulder-swipe. I was telling him to get the f*ck out of my way!"
Frat boy #2: "Whatever, dude!"
pause..............
Frat boy #2: "What is an expert side-walk walker anyway?"
- Overheard in front of Century 21.
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I wanna stand up! I wanna let go! You know.. You know... no.. no... you don't, you dont!
-Layla
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Thursday, December 15, 2005
Check this out! Spooky!
I took this mini-quiz (shouldn't even be called that since they only asked for name and gender!) anyway, I did it and this name came out!! Isn't that spooky!!?
Oh, by the way, FB's 1920 name is Mozelle Blossom!! Shakoo madry!! :P
There's the link, check it out and let me know if anything super cool/freaky pops out!
Oh, by the way, FB's 1920 name is Mozelle Blossom!! Shakoo madry!! :P
| Your 1920's Name is: |
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There's the link, check it out and let me know if anything super cool/freaky pops out!
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Marrying Young... For or Against??
Marrying young seems to be a new fad in young Hollywood.. In fact, you could go so far as to say that marriage seems to be the 'new' dating... And yet, most young marriages (in Hollywood at least).. start out looking like this...
only to end up, three or four years later, looking like this....
detached... and strangely distant...
Marrying young in our culture is a very normal, even encouraged, thing. Men are encouraged to marry young in order to calm them down/get them settled. Women are pressured to marry young so that their lives can become more secure and also to avoid the *Gasp 'spinster' rep. However, we also frequently hear about these young marriages failing and ending in divorce in a couple of years, if not months. Whereas, a marriage between two older individuals seems to have more staying power. Is it because they have both seen and experienced enough of the world to know that they have it better together and therefore feel no need to seek external stimulation? Or is it just that young people are, in most cases, just too immature to deal with the more realistic aspects of marriage?
Most young people, at least the ones I've known, seem to go into marriage for the wrong reasons. For guys, they seem to go into it in an effort to secure sexual gratification on a regular basis. Women tend to go into marriage for that reason as well or just to get some period! My point is that, more often than not, men and women go into marriage young expecting it to be all fun and games and constant sex.. then the realities of everyday life begin to set in... The maintaining of a home, managing of finances, co-ordinating of schedules, loss of independent social lives.. These things can wreck havoc on two people who are not prepared to put in the time and effort of maintaining the marriage.. The end result is usual a combination of bitterness, resentment and, finally, divorce...
So, here is my question for you lot... Marrying young, good idea or bad?? Does it depend on maturity? or will a young marriage have it harder regardless of maturity?? Let's hear it, people!
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I'll stop the world and melt with you,
you've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time...
-Layla
only to end up, three or four years later, looking like this....
detached... and strangely distant...
Marrying young in our culture is a very normal, even encouraged, thing. Men are encouraged to marry young in order to calm them down/get them settled. Women are pressured to marry young so that their lives can become more secure and also to avoid the *Gasp 'spinster' rep. However, we also frequently hear about these young marriages failing and ending in divorce in a couple of years, if not months. Whereas, a marriage between two older individuals seems to have more staying power. Is it because they have both seen and experienced enough of the world to know that they have it better together and therefore feel no need to seek external stimulation? Or is it just that young people are, in most cases, just too immature to deal with the more realistic aspects of marriage?
Most young people, at least the ones I've known, seem to go into marriage for the wrong reasons. For guys, they seem to go into it in an effort to secure sexual gratification on a regular basis. Women tend to go into marriage for that reason as well or just to get some period! My point is that, more often than not, men and women go into marriage young expecting it to be all fun and games and constant sex.. then the realities of everyday life begin to set in... The maintaining of a home, managing of finances, co-ordinating of schedules, loss of independent social lives.. These things can wreck havoc on two people who are not prepared to put in the time and effort of maintaining the marriage.. The end result is usual a combination of bitterness, resentment and, finally, divorce...
So, here is my question for you lot... Marrying young, good idea or bad?? Does it depend on maturity? or will a young marriage have it harder regardless of maturity?? Let's hear it, people!
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I'll stop the world and melt with you,
you've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time...
-Layla
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...... is you....
All I want for Christmas.....
...... is you....
18:18
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Randomatizations (New word.. use it or lose it!)
I'm almost reluctant to post something new (Obviously not that reluctant as evident by this new post! :P ) because I really like the William Watsover one! Everytime I see that little guy in the pic, I remember that night... So, I kinda want it to stay at the top of the page, but oh well... all good things must come to an end.. :P
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I'm enjoying a granola, fruit and yoghurt?... yohgurt? damn it! I'm sure there's an H in there somewhere... shit, now I have to spell check it (I'm anal about stuff like this.. so bear with me...) Oh, cool I was right the first time! Yeah, me!
Note to self: Must not question spelling abilities...
Anyway, who is the all-mighty braniac who thought to combine fresh fruit, yoghurt (nice and smooth this time, with no spell check involved..) and granola?? It is soooo good. The yoghurt here in New York is way better than the stuff in Kuwait. That KDD stuff is good with rice, but it's not that nice with granola and fruit... I'm so gonna miss this when I get back to Kuwait...
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Why do people tell you to have a safe trip when you're going out of town? Is NOT having a safe trip an option for any of us? Would I intentionally go around looking for ways to make my trip unsafe?? When people tell me that, I thank them and remind them to make sure they keep inhaling for the rest of the day. People are weird, man.
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We're doing some economics training at the moment and today the chick we're hanging with this week was talking to us about standards of living in different countries. Anyway, so she tells us that apparently in Sweden you get a year of maternity leave... It got me thinking.. I'm not entirely convinced that Sweden even exists... You never hear about that place... They seem to have no opinions whatsoever. They're like that dorky, fat kid in the playground that nobody would pick for their team... I mean, does anyone even know how old Sweden is?? Like how long it's been around?? Maybe they're fooling us and they're more like the cool kid in high school who would never participate in anything and thought he was cooler than everyone else...
I always associate Sweden with Switzerland for some reason, like they're sisters or something. Only Switzerland is the hotter, more popular, easier to get into :P sister! And Sweden is the lame sister who .. I don't know... breaks up with Switzerlands' boyfriends for her and stuff...
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We're heading to the HBO Comedy Showcase at The Improv tonight! 7ara sevenooooo! :P Should be a good show... Lord only knows what I'll be described as by the end of the night... You guys should make bets on it and whoever wins gets a 9ogha from New York! ;) Yella DR! you and 7 duke it out on this one, ya hear?! :D
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We have Gwen Stefani tickets for Thursday so I'll also be sure to fill you guys in on that as well!
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I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket to come....
-Layla
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I'm enjoying a granola, fruit and yoghurt?... yohgurt? damn it! I'm sure there's an H in there somewhere... shit, now I have to spell check it (I'm anal about stuff like this.. so bear with me...) Oh, cool I was right the first time! Yeah, me!
Note to self: Must not question spelling abilities...
Anyway, who is the all-mighty braniac who thought to combine fresh fruit, yoghurt (nice and smooth this time, with no spell check involved..) and granola?? It is soooo good. The yoghurt here in New York is way better than the stuff in Kuwait. That KDD stuff is good with rice, but it's not that nice with granola and fruit... I'm so gonna miss this when I get back to Kuwait...
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Why do people tell you to have a safe trip when you're going out of town? Is NOT having a safe trip an option for any of us? Would I intentionally go around looking for ways to make my trip unsafe?? When people tell me that, I thank them and remind them to make sure they keep inhaling for the rest of the day. People are weird, man.
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We're doing some economics training at the moment and today the chick we're hanging with this week was talking to us about standards of living in different countries. Anyway, so she tells us that apparently in Sweden you get a year of maternity leave... It got me thinking.. I'm not entirely convinced that Sweden even exists... You never hear about that place... They seem to have no opinions whatsoever. They're like that dorky, fat kid in the playground that nobody would pick for their team... I mean, does anyone even know how old Sweden is?? Like how long it's been around?? Maybe they're fooling us and they're more like the cool kid in high school who would never participate in anything and thought he was cooler than everyone else...
I always associate Sweden with Switzerland for some reason, like they're sisters or something. Only Switzerland is the hotter, more popular, easier to get into :P sister! And Sweden is the lame sister who .. I don't know... breaks up with Switzerlands' boyfriends for her and stuff...
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We're heading to the HBO Comedy Showcase at The Improv tonight! 7ara sevenooooo! :P Should be a good show... Lord only knows what I'll be described as by the end of the night... You guys should make bets on it and whoever wins gets a 9ogha from New York! ;) Yella DR! you and 7 duke it out on this one, ya hear?! :D
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We have Gwen Stefani tickets for Thursday so I'll also be sure to fill you guys in on that as well!
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I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket to come....
-Layla
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Monday, December 12, 2005
Dashboard Confessional: Episode 1; musings on the intangible...
I'm in one of those moods again. And I've been feeling that sensation I wrote about a few posts back. Detached, suspended... a little bit hollow.
Things in New York seem to drift along esoteric paths... more so than any other place I've been to. People here seem like mannequins, just put here for my greater shopping enjoyment, you know? They don't seem real. And when I bump into them while walking down the street, I'm always a little surprised that my shoulder doesn't go right through them... This place feels strangely unreal. Which is weird, since this is supposed to be the most real, grittiest city on earth. Feelings are supposed to be enhanced and magnified in New York rather than diluted and suppressed.
I think I'm suffering from an Expectations Vs. Reality issue.
Things over here don't seem to be going according to plan. And I know that this post is supposed to be a confessional of sorts... but divulging anything more than what I've already written would require a commitment from me that I am, as yet, not ready to offer...
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Birds go flying at the speed of sound, to show you how it all began....
-Layla
Things in New York seem to drift along esoteric paths... more so than any other place I've been to. People here seem like mannequins, just put here for my greater shopping enjoyment, you know? They don't seem real. And when I bump into them while walking down the street, I'm always a little surprised that my shoulder doesn't go right through them... This place feels strangely unreal. Which is weird, since this is supposed to be the most real, grittiest city on earth. Feelings are supposed to be enhanced and magnified in New York rather than diluted and suppressed.
I think I'm suffering from an Expectations Vs. Reality issue.
Things over here don't seem to be going according to plan. And I know that this post is supposed to be a confessional of sorts... but divulging anything more than what I've already written would require a commitment from me that I am, as yet, not ready to offer...
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Birds go flying at the speed of sound, to show you how it all began....
-Layla
17:16
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Thursday, December 08, 2005
I'm baaaaaaaaaack........
So, I'm back. The Original Krispy Dixie is back! I've been a little out of the scene recently, due to my annoying, itty-bitty cold which, unfortunately, turned into an even more annoying, not so itty-bitty flu!! As you may know, during my illness FB was forced to fend for herself with much drama ensuing. And for the record, I'm surprised she made it back to the apartment at all!! :P (Just kidding, C.C.!)
Anywho, so I'm back with a vengeance! Here's what's been going on...
FB nearly got her a** arrested today! The girl is camera-happy and I despise her camera! Seriously, that thing is the work of the devil! So, anyway, we're heading out of our building to go to lunch (The Bank of America building where we work) and they have this drab, tiny, L.A.M.E-a** christmas tree in the lobby.. seriously, the thing is hideous, but FB decides she wants to take a picture with it... and of course, as usual, I get commissioned to take the picture. Apparently, taking pictures inside the BoA building puts you in the same category as terrorists, rapists and serial killers 'cos no sooner had I taken the pic when this security guard pounced on us. I immediately pointed my finger at FB, thus indicating to the scary bald headed man that even though I was holding the camera, it was all FB's fault. So, he tells us, rather roughly, that taking pictures in the building is prohibited and that FB and I need to follow him to the security office!!! FB then attempts to square things with him by deleting the offending picture from her camera. So, the security guard leans over the camera and watches her delete the pic. Then, he gives us this weird look as if he's not totally convinced that the picture is gone which makes me not entirely convinced that he even knows how digital cameras work...
What's the deal with americans and their stupid rules? It's not like we were photographing the blue prints of the building! It was a damn christmas tree! It's kinda like that "Please, don't sit on the stairs rule" .... well, if you provided chairs maybe I wouldn't have to sit on the stairs!
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FB and I went to The Improv. And now, according to everyone who was present at the renowned comedy club last night, I am a kinky yet prudish, multiple-ly (?) tattooed, crazy, pot-headed lesbian!!! Allow me to explain.....
Before the show started, FB and I were hanging out in the bar. And these guys who worked there asked the question that, apparently, every person in New York feels the need to ask us....
"So, where are you ladies from?"
If I had a nickel for every time someone here has asked us that, I would have a shit-load of brand new Jimmy Choo's.
Now, FB and I have obviously discussed the possibility of lying when asked this question. We have made up countless stories and various sets of lineage in an effort to confuse and beguile the questioner, but so far, we’ve answered truthfully… for the most part…. Anyway, so we tell them we’re from Kuwait. We get blank stares from one of the guys, so I’m guessing maybe he doesn’t know where Kuwait is… The other guy starts telling us all this crap he knows about Kuwait! All bullshit, of course! But FB and I sit and smile, all the while attempting to clarify their view of our country… ok… maybe that’s not entirely true… I think they actually bought the part where FB lives in a tent held down by bags of gold and I live on an oil rig sucking the paper cuts I get from counting all my money…. So towards the end, I inadvertently insult one of them by insinuating... Ok, saying .. That there is no way in hell that he would be able to stay at The Arab Towers Hotel in the UAE.. long story short (which seems redundant at this point, I know).. they got mildly offended and ended up seating me in the hot seat! Meaning, I was smack-dab in front of the stage… i.e. I would be the person the comedians would pick on simply ‘cos I was the first thing they would see…. Which is how the above description of me came about… That’s basically the end product of them picking on me… by the end of the night, people were starting to give me weird looks and the guy who seated us in the beginning winks at me and goes: “What goes around, comes around, baby!”
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I’ve also been propositioned by a Turkish cab driver named Cinar…. Apparently, I should call him if I want to party….. hmmm...
Note to self: When lonesome and in need of party, call Cinar. ………………………………………………………………………………………………
Long post I know, forgive my long-winded..ness? :P
Karma is a bitch.
-Layla
Anywho, so I'm back with a vengeance! Here's what's been going on...
FB nearly got her a** arrested today! The girl is camera-happy and I despise her camera! Seriously, that thing is the work of the devil! So, anyway, we're heading out of our building to go to lunch (The Bank of America building where we work) and they have this drab, tiny, L.A.M.E-a** christmas tree in the lobby.. seriously, the thing is hideous, but FB decides she wants to take a picture with it... and of course, as usual, I get commissioned to take the picture. Apparently, taking pictures inside the BoA building puts you in the same category as terrorists, rapists and serial killers 'cos no sooner had I taken the pic when this security guard pounced on us. I immediately pointed my finger at FB, thus indicating to the scary bald headed man that even though I was holding the camera, it was all FB's fault. So, he tells us, rather roughly, that taking pictures in the building is prohibited and that FB and I need to follow him to the security office!!! FB then attempts to square things with him by deleting the offending picture from her camera. So, the security guard leans over the camera and watches her delete the pic. Then, he gives us this weird look as if he's not totally convinced that the picture is gone which makes me not entirely convinced that he even knows how digital cameras work...
What's the deal with americans and their stupid rules? It's not like we were photographing the blue prints of the building! It was a damn christmas tree! It's kinda like that "Please, don't sit on the stairs rule" .... well, if you provided chairs maybe I wouldn't have to sit on the stairs!
...................................................................
FB and I went to The Improv. And now, according to everyone who was present at the renowned comedy club last night, I am a kinky yet prudish, multiple-ly (?) tattooed, crazy, pot-headed lesbian!!! Allow me to explain.....
Before the show started, FB and I were hanging out in the bar. And these guys who worked there asked the question that, apparently, every person in New York feels the need to ask us....
"So, where are you ladies from?"
If I had a nickel for every time someone here has asked us that, I would have a shit-load of brand new Jimmy Choo's.
Now, FB and I have obviously discussed the possibility of lying when asked this question. We have made up countless stories and various sets of lineage in an effort to confuse and beguile the questioner, but so far, we’ve answered truthfully… for the most part…. Anyway, so we tell them we’re from Kuwait. We get blank stares from one of the guys, so I’m guessing maybe he doesn’t know where Kuwait is… The other guy starts telling us all this crap he knows about Kuwait! All bullshit, of course! But FB and I sit and smile, all the while attempting to clarify their view of our country… ok… maybe that’s not entirely true… I think they actually bought the part where FB lives in a tent held down by bags of gold and I live on an oil rig sucking the paper cuts I get from counting all my money…. So towards the end, I inadvertently insult one of them by insinuating... Ok, saying .. That there is no way in hell that he would be able to stay at The Arab Towers Hotel in the UAE.. long story short (which seems redundant at this point, I know).. they got mildly offended and ended up seating me in the hot seat! Meaning, I was smack-dab in front of the stage… i.e. I would be the person the comedians would pick on simply ‘cos I was the first thing they would see…. Which is how the above description of me came about… That’s basically the end product of them picking on me… by the end of the night, people were starting to give me weird looks and the guy who seated us in the beginning winks at me and goes: “What goes around, comes around, baby!”
………………………………………………………………………………………………
I’ve also been propositioned by a Turkish cab driver named Cinar…. Apparently, I should call him if I want to party….. hmmm...
Note to self: When lonesome and in need of party, call Cinar. ………………………………………………………………………………………………
Long post I know, forgive my long-winded..ness? :P
Karma is a bitch.
-Layla
21:35
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Thursday, December 01, 2005
So I'll check the weather wherever you are 'cos I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight....
I'm beginning to feel a weird sensation. I'm not exactly sure what to label it.... suspended....? a state of higher awareness.....? detached....? detached... Yeah, that word seems to fit the sensation. I feel present in the lives of the people I left behind in Kuwait, but at the same time I feel like I'm seeing everything that's happening there from a distance. Obviously, it's from a distance, right? It's like, I don't know, 3000 miles of distance... so, I guess the sensation isn't all that weird after all.... I feel hologramic in New York... I'm here in spirit more than anything else.... Like my body is still sitting somewhere on the runway at Kuwait International Airport.
I'm in a weird mood today... must be all the cold medicine I've been taking.
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Last night, FB and I made our way up fifth avenue to watch the lighting of the Rockefeller Christmas Tree. However, the lighting was supposed to take place at 9pm, so we started making our way up there around 6:30 pm..... A bit too late by Manhattan standards. The place was P.A.C.K.E.D.! The only place to watch the lighting was from this huge plasma screen set up on 51st street. So, we said "Screw that, we might as well watch it from the apartment." So, we started making our way back to our place only to get sidetracked by clothing stores and indian restaurants... Bottom Line: We did not see the lighting, from home or anywhere else.... So, that and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade makes two New Yorkie things that we haven't done.... My mom is gonna be so bummed..... Anyway, no sense dwelling on what was (or in this case wasn't), New Years' Eve. Times Square. We are SO there!! And just to make sure we stake out a good spot, we're gonna be there all day waiting!! Suck on that, New York!!
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What else has happened that is worth mentioning?? hmmm.... well, FB and I have been suffering from itty-bitty, but very annoying, colds these past few days and in order to curb our boredom, we have become Scrabble enthusiasts. And for the record, FB is kicking my a** at Scrabble! I think the score stands at FB= a quite unbeatable infinite/ Krispy = like 400 or something....
It's quite pathetic really.....
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And I will wait to find
If this will last forever....
Layla
I'm in a weird mood today... must be all the cold medicine I've been taking.
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Last night, FB and I made our way up fifth avenue to watch the lighting of the Rockefeller Christmas Tree. However, the lighting was supposed to take place at 9pm, so we started making our way up there around 6:30 pm..... A bit too late by Manhattan standards. The place was P.A.C.K.E.D.! The only place to watch the lighting was from this huge plasma screen set up on 51st street. So, we said "Screw that, we might as well watch it from the apartment." So, we started making our way back to our place only to get sidetracked by clothing stores and indian restaurants... Bottom Line: We did not see the lighting, from home or anywhere else.... So, that and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade makes two New Yorkie things that we haven't done.... My mom is gonna be so bummed..... Anyway, no sense dwelling on what was (or in this case wasn't), New Years' Eve. Times Square. We are SO there!! And just to make sure we stake out a good spot, we're gonna be there all day waiting!! Suck on that, New York!!
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What else has happened that is worth mentioning?? hmmm.... well, FB and I have been suffering from itty-bitty, but very annoying, colds these past few days and in order to curb our boredom, we have become Scrabble enthusiasts. And for the record, FB is kicking my a** at Scrabble! I think the score stands at FB= a quite unbeatable infinite/ Krispy = like 400 or something....
It's quite pathetic really.....
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And I will wait to find
If this will last forever....
Layla
20:01
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