How many tears can u shed for today, for the gone and for the coming? How many more emotions can one suppress? I am but a human too I feel I cry I ache it seems as though no matter how loud I scream no matter how many tears I shed things cannot go back to the way they were. I wish I could go back to a time where I didn’t know any pain where heartaches were a foreign language and worries were an unfamiliar territory I’m trembling from fear of the unknown clinging onto whatever hope is left in me as the day gets darker by the hour and silence begins to play a role ..

I know the deadline for the elections are coming up on the 29th and I was wondering if anyone knows if it is possible for Kuwaitis to vote for the elections from other countries?

The Terminal

I'm sure most of you have seen the movie The Terminal, what some of you may not know is that this movie was based on a true story of an Iranian man named Mehran Karimi Nasseri who has been living in the Charles de Gaulle Airport since 1988. He has been waiting for a flight out of France for more than ten years now. Nasseri was held by immigration at the airport for not having the proper documents which were stolen from him when he got mugged at a train station. Since he had no documentation there was no country to send him to and France has kept him in terminal one ever since. As years have passed by it has been believed that Mehran will probably never leave Charles de Gaulle Airport as his stay there has affected his psychological state; Mehran who is reffered to by many as Sir Alfred has refused his origins claiming he is not an iranian and claims that he doesn't speak persian even though he understands it completely. In 1999 he was given papers to sign which would allow him to go anywhere in europe to which he refused because of the psychological effects this has had on him. It is sad to know that we live in a society that would do such a thing to another human being.

Someone sent this to me ealier today and I just died laughing so thought I'd post this on my blog ..

Mudares Ma9ri: Izker isem 7aywan ye6er?
al6aleb: elfeil?
almudares: ayh elghaba dah rabina yekhrib bait ahlak, ismik ay ya ghabi?
al6aleb: Fahad Suba7 ala7mad alsuba7
almudares: bu9 ya fahoodi ya 7abibi elfeil mumkin ye6er bes law yeshid 7ailo shwaiya

I'm sitting here at work as I'm waiting for something to finish I can't help but think of things back home .. its been months since I went back and I've been so caught up with things that I didn't get a chance to plan a summer vacation and now I doubt I'd even have the time to go back at all this summer .. I miss it, not much back home yet there's something about it that makes me want to go back and trust me I mean it when I say theres not much there. Kuwait is home but I can be very pessimistic about my country mostly the people there I'm not saying everyone but the majority of the people are so materialistic I wonder if there is anything else that ever mattered to them.. and I can't stand the mentality of others how they see themselves above the rest thinking they rule the world but seriously who made them king? I wish things would change but I know things wont .. I don't even know why I'm writing about this its not going to make the slightest difference I can go on and on and on about what I dislike, about the cons, about things that happen on a daily basis but I wouldn't know where to start its a never ending story. Don't get me wrong here I love my country and I miss it but it wouldn't hurt to see some change every now and then and I mean change for the better ..