Part 2

2008-10-12T12:27:00.000-07:00

My heart started to beat uncontrollably and my mouth went dry and I realized I didn’t feel this way since khalid (khalid is the person that broke my heart, but lets just not get in to that). I had to know who this mystery man was. I just had to. The days of the summer passed by filled with the laughter and chaos that I was surrounded with, but still mystery man didn’t notice me. One wintry night as I was sitting in Laudree eating macrons and gossiping with my girls that it happened. Our eyes met. And the feeling I felt was indescribable I felt captivated and it was from that very second that we both knew I was his. Since then my days were never uneventful. During the day I was lurking the streets of Knightsbridge and Sloane and at night my mystery man stalked me.
Days, weeks passed we7na 3ala hal 7al…and then
Beep. The sound of a message..
Message 1: Hi :P
Me: Meno?
Message 2: Lish ma shftech el youm ? ;)
NOOOO !! WAS IT HIM ? COULD IT BE HIM ? AM I IN A DREAM?
I confenced in my girls and disscused the matter with them. That was it. I was hooked.
Me: Kint mashqoola wala ;)
Message 3: 3arftneey ?
Me: Athen
Message 4: 3al 3mum bas kint bagoolich il amken kilha meshataga lich ;)
Corny I know but so undeniably cute..

To be continued..

Part 1

2008-10-12T11:25:00.000-07:00

As I lay in bed, wondering what an earth possessed me to write a blog with the risk of being exposed to others, I realized that I need to ramble on about my day to day encounters to someone without being judged-although I am aware that people may leave negative comments or not support my spur of the moments escapades but that’s beside the point. Before you read what I am going to say this may go through your mind “ Typical a Kuwaiti girl is writing about her failed love affair” but before you judge keep in mind I am no ordinary girl; and this is no ordinary story. I will state the love, the lies, the hatred, the jealousy, the happiness, the memories the tears that have been inflicted in me. But I would like to tell you from the start. THE STORIES BELOW HAVE BEEN ALTERED TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE INVOLVED. Some of what I say may be the truth some may be an invention of my fantasy while others may just be twisted. So please sit back buckle up and enjoy the twisting ride of the twisted love life a fragile girl; Like any story goes Once Upon a Time. But then again this is no ordinary story.
Where do I start? Where does a person ever start? Should I start from the moment I laid eyes on him? Or from the moment I uttered my first words to him? Or the first time I felt his hand on my skin. No I should start from the beginning. Back to the summer where I thought I could never love again the summer where I thought a broken heart can never be fixed, sitting there in the coffee shop surrounded with my girls who i must add are my back bone I look up and there he was. Tall, dark and handsome as ever. It was at the moment that I knew that my heart will be fixed..ta7at eda…

To be continued…

Delicately Fragile

Part 2

Part 1