So many people do too…
SO If you are ever in need of venting, letting it all out, purging all that’s bottled inside of you and you want someone who is able to listen (in this case read) without judging you and inconsiderately telling you to stop complaining (not that they won’t but at least you won’t get to hear it right there and then) then here is your refuge. ILoveToComplain.com gives you the liberty to express yourself freely to a mass audience. I discovered this last week in the Red Eye, and since then I’ve been checking it daily some of the content on there cracks me up! Some people really have issues; makes me feel good about my complaints…

Go ahead; complain till you start complaining about complaining too much! Speaking of which, at which point does ‘complaining’ become too much? What’s the threshold for complaining? Or is there?

With the dedication and hard work of izzi of sileas and Duried of A cry for Justice, comes to you an exhibit featuring a Collection of Cartoons about the Relentless Resistance in Palestine by Carlos Latuff. For those living in Jordan, I encourage you to attend this exhibit organized by young individuals who believe into putting words into actions. These young individuals’ passion about and dedication to the Palestinian cause is our hope, let’s keep it alive. You attendance is a must. For more information, click on the image or visit sileas. Unfortunately, I will not be able to attend as I don’t live in Jordan but the least I can do is spread the word – hoping that I actually do have some readers out there!;)

izzi and Duried, thank you for your passion, hardwork and dedication! You guys are truly role models, please continue translating words into action, hoping the two of you will recruit more dedicated people along the way.

Do you ever come across someone’s writing, read their words and then immediately after think to yourself without really having to think too hard, as it’s a naturally immediate  reaction: She’s so zinkha? or he’s so zinikh?

It’s a disgusting feeling by the way!

blakh!

It’s Saturday. Why am I up this early?

I’m starting to get very sick of winter… Each season has its special taste, but I’ve had enough of winter. I’ve had enough of the deceiving sun. Looking outside and seeing how sunny it is, one would think it’s 100 degrees out there. I miss the hot air, I miss my sandals, I miss my outdoor jogs. This summer is going to be a special summer, for I vow to jog 4 times a week.

It hasn’t snowed much this winter, but the snow that fell that past few days made up for that. We had a major snow storm earlier this week. On my way home from work on the storm day, I was hoping that Layla, my sister in law, would go into labor any minute. She wasn’t too happy when I shared my wishes with her, and asked why I would hope for such thing on the worst day of winter so far…I told her that it would be interesting to see how fast my brother would be able to get her to the hospital. “Are you serious Iman, I most definitely wouldn’t want to be around your brother as I’m contracting and especially in such weather conditions. I probably would deliver as we are pulling out of the driveway, do you see how bad it is out! Who’ll pull the baby out then?” I told her that her father lives next door to them! She was grossed out at the mere thought of such happening

Anyway…

I went to bed very late last night. At 5 am this morning I woke up to major major major cramping; abdominal cramping I’ve never experienced before. Painful is an understatement. I couldn’t go back to sleep. At 5:30 am, I get a call from my brother, Baha, telling me that Layla had the baby at 5:10 am. I told him that I woke up to horrendous cramps at 5 am and couldn’t go back to sleep. He said, in a very sarcastic tone, it must be a telepathic connection you and Layla have! Whatever, but seriously it’s true :d Baha has always said that he feels sorry for who ever is going to marry me…:D guess what? his wife and I have SO much in common, we could practically pass for twins ..HA!

Baby remains nameless…father and mother need to come to an agreement on the name…but honestly, if one cannot be reached then, ultimately, it should be the mother’s choice! After all,  She’s the one who was in labor from 8 pm last night! and I bet he was snoring

Welcome to our world, Baby! A world the total opposite of what you’ve been confined to for the past 9 months, but with the unconditional love of your mother, father, siblings, family, your favorite auntie (Auntie Iman), and God’s will you shall get used to and fully enjoy!

Some of us have finally come to our senses ..

You know, it’s absolutely true when they say it’s a man’s world …and honestly, for the most part, I love being a woman in it!

 Isn’t this too cool! I thought so.

How are you? Where have you disappeared off to? I’m looking forward to spending an entire day with you soon. There’s so much to talk about. I haven’t been able to fully ‘pour’ myself out lately…and you’re the lucky 1 who will get to hear it all. Are you ready?

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Do you have this one person in your life whom you can be fully open with and have no major reservations per se when talking to them? I do!

The Work: Your Call
The Artist: Iman. 2-14-06
The Inspiration: _____

Two years ago marks Lebanon’s former Prime Minister Rafiq Hariri’s two-year assassination.

(Read on …)

What would a close one have to do in order for you to stop talking to her/him… completely?

…a question to the self..myself included!

In a dangerous world where hatred and terror are real threats requiring constant vigilance, don’t forget the power of a smile and some shared laughter. The hatred and terror divide us. The smiles and laughter bind us. And if you think that’s too naive a thought at too dangerous a time, then you have my sympathy. ~ Jim Axelrod, CBS News

I’m not sure if any has ever felt this way…but there are times when I’m eating something, usually a sandwich, and I just don’t want to stop. As in I don’t want the sandwich to finish. It makes me really savor every bite, knowing that with each bite I am closer to the end!

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Why are some, okay most, people so selfish? And all that matters in their own personal interest. I wonder if they actually realize that. I know that when I take time out to evaluate myself, I come to the truthful conclusion that I’m not one of or even like those selfish people!

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why do I get offended when someone cuts me off on the road? It’s not like I drive slow…I really don’t! But for some reason, seeing someone cut me off gets to me! I take it personally. I just remembered the time I got yelled at by a very old man for ‘driving while reading the paper and talking on the phone’ as I waited for a light to turn green. I was at a complete full stop at a red light that takes 10 minutes to turn green. What was I supposed to do?!

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I remember when my stomach was completely flat when I sat down - same as it is when I’m standing up … now, I notice a mini-roll of fat starting to form as I’m sitting. Maybe it’s the way I’m sitting? I hope!

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