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i have neglected my blogf for so long; i guess it started feeling like a chore to write up new posts.

i have a 6on of pictures for ur visual pleasure, but uploading is a slut so i will probably be doing that later on. i gave u false hope didnt i? ha ha!

now timef forf postf. fff. part I of III.

typically, i am a healthy person. however, throughout the years i have had quite a number of medical mishaps; not with the injuries or my health, but with the doctorsf.

mishapf 1:

Bahrain, 1990.

i fell asleep in front of the tv so my eldest sister thought ehya gadha o tgdar tsheelni o twadeeni frashi. so she dragged me by my arms to my bed. She then proceeded to fling me onto my bed. very unfortunately, i had a four post bed and a sister that throws like a girl. having ur 7 yr old face smashed onto a bed post is not a fun way to wake upf.

i was then taken to the hospital by my parents, while my Filipina nanny Mama Tina continually screamed at me to change out of my bloody felix the cat pajama dress…not because it was bloody but because she thinks Arabs are pedophiles. Here comes the mishap. The only doctor that was free at the time was Dr. Jawad. He was severely cross eyed.

instead of requesting another doctor to stitch up my swollen busted lip, my parents must have thought it was hilarious to let him do it. he did, they laughed, i craughed (cry/laugh hybrid). i guess thats where i get my humor from. we went home, and found my sister in thoob salat (praying attire) and frantically reading the quran. hahhahhhahahahaha she was scared my dad would kilf her, but he just laughed at her.

mishapf 2:

before i start, always get several medical opinions. ud be surprised how easily doctors can misdiagnose your condition.

one adolescent spring, i felt abnormally nauseas. it went on for almost a week until i told my mother i was feeling sick. a room search and an abrasive interrogation later, she was convinced i wasnt pregnant and told me to see a doctor. i went to al amiri and was looked at by an incredibly hairless kuwaiti doctor. Fifteen minutes, a cold examination and a series of questions later, he scribbled something on his super important medical pad and excused himself. the bastard went to have a tea break. I took the liberty of looking through his desk only to see the scribble reading:

انوركسيا

Now will someone plz explain how an obviously fat person that smells like chocolate and with no intention of slowing down be diagnosed with anorexia?

too bad we didnt have camera phones back then, i would have taken a picture. i wonder how different suspic’s school life is than mine was with the invention of the camera phone. i would have abused that privilege.

those were the unfortunate medicalf mishapsf in my memories. twas cool tho.

i was 15… how old were u?

anyways, since we were trapped in the chalet for a couple of days i had the wonderful privilege to thumb through a magazine i found. dated march 11, 1998.

anyone know if this magazine still in print?

diab fans, arent u ashamed of urselves?

where ugly betty got her inspiration

Translation for my expat readers whom i have just discovered: The man who married a cat, deeply investigated.

the ammanaih chick! anyone remember her?? that song was stuck in my head for a while after seeing this. it is not amusing.

hahaha! fareeq and alfilfil!!!! wahahahahahahahaa!!!

did anyone else feel a little disgusted after going back to 1998 in the eyes of Kol Alnass magazine?

heeebie jeeeeeeebies

to take that off ur minds, this is something Phay/Fajita did for me…

i see voodoo foot prints! love u onga

these r a few of my favorite things…

old middle school pictures and oak wooden fixtures

Baskin Robbins ice cream, and all chocolate mixtures

the few weeks between cold winters and spring

these r a few of my favorite things

songs of my choice that make my friends smile and remember

how my birthday is in the first month of the ‘embers

Scrabble and travel and sunsets as Beyonce sings

these r a few of my favorite things

and my corrupt cousin who shall remain anonymous enlightened me about sex, i had quite a reaction. Had i been a cat instead of a water retentive camel, i would have looked exactly like this.

note: ever notice how its always the COUSIN that teaches you about sex? yes? no? maybe?