What could I say more than that?
I received a call from him this morning;
Annoyer: Hi TF did you call Ahmad to tell him
about the rate fixing?
TF: Not yet; First I have to finish the ………
Annoyer: Yes, I understand what you want to say;
please if you finish that, call him.
TF: *Shocked with no words out*
Annoyer: Bye.
TF: *Wants to kill him*
I HATE THIS MAN
I know that most of you are bored from my stutter posts, but as Bo ghazi once commented on one of my previous posts: “TF, post whatever you wanna post whenever you feel like it. I mean after all its your blog right”
and he is right.
Attention please
If you know a person that stutters please give him/her all your attention when he/she speaks, I know that it is some times boring for you to wait for a stutterer to complete his/her speech, still it is better than him/her suffering the rest of his/her life.
When I begin a dialog, the person that I am talking to usually pays me attention until I start stuttering, any other thing in this world could take the attention from me.
Some times people ask me a question and when I start answering I get stocked in blocked words, which make them ignore me and start another dialog with another person.
At this moment I feel that I want to cry and can’t wait to go home to start crying . When I reach home I run to my room; Still I can’t cry.
That bad feeling stays there and it could stay for days then goes but when ever I remember it I want to cry.
Most of you had seen “The other sister” movie.
For those who did you know the part when Carla
shouts at people: “Don’t laugh at me”
I some times want to shout at people: “Attention please”.
This picture was taken by me; not that good, I know.
Thanks to Brachypelma for helping me choose the Camera and advice me a book to learn from.
I will be attending some photographic classes from next month. I hope that my work will get better after that course.
Well, I wrote this post to invite you all to see my work in my new web site that will include all of my work bad and good.
The web site will include nothing but photos; it is a kind of gallery thing.
Hope you like it.
Watching Harry Potter, Marry poppins, Finding Nemo, Shark tale, Jungle book, Ice age with my little brothers is the most enjoing thing I ever did.
How could I explain the feeling that is in me when I watch such movies, it feels like me in wonder land.
It is Marvlous when discussing those movies with my little brothers and how wonderful it was and what part we most liked, we some times sit for more than 45 minutes talking about it, for a grown up it is along time to discuss one subject, so it must be very long for my little brothers to do.
Boodi ( 6 years old): It was great when that ugly fish was dancing.
Loosh(9 years old): show TF how you could imitate it.
Boodi: *dancing all over the room imitating it*.
TF: *laughing so hard*.
Loosh: The part I liked most is when they were cleaning the Wales dirty mouth.
Boodi: It was disgusting.
TF: *still laughing* Boodi imitate him again, hehehehe
Boodi: I can’t my trousers are too tight.
Loosh: Change your clothes and come imitate him again.
Boodi: Ok but 3ala shar6.
TF: Yeh I know, no tagree9 e`7dood for today.
Boodi: Yes, and no big hugs also.
TF: Ok.
Color me mine is the place that my little brothers never get bored from; I pay every time we go there KD 20 – KD 30; to be honest I enjoy it too.
Boodi: Hala, Are we going to color me mine today?
TF: No sweetie, it’s Sunday today and you have school tomorrow, I will take you next Thursday.
Boodi: I hate you :”(
TF: I hate you too.
Boodi: No you don’t (with his evil smile)
TF: why not?
Boodi: ya3ni `7ala9, you are not going to take us again?
TF: I will only take the people that I love.
Boodi: Do you love me?
TF: If you love me, I do love you.
Boodi: I love you
TF: I will take you but on Thursday, Ok.
Boodi: Ok
Aren’t they cute?
Is it that easy?
To do what is forbidden in Islam. There are Kuwaitis, who are Muslims and drink alcoholic drinks, go to bars to drink when they are out of Kuwait. Some have an official relation ship with the other gender with out marriage. Some don’t even pray.
Is it that easy to lose your brain for moments of pleasure; and take all what Allah gave you with out paying him back by praying to him and thanking him for all what you have. Is it easy to hear the call for pray from a mosque near you and don’t go to pray?
What is it with those people, is it that they don’t really believe in their religion any more? Or they believe but give their pleasure the priority? Or is it that their instincts are moving them like animals?
Don’t they feel straitened and griefed?
May Allah lead us all to the right path to Heaven.
