It's

It's quit enticing
How your breath fondles with my upper lip…
Quit seducing…

When you get taller to kiss me…
By taking a step…

Quit amusing
The journey from your hair to your breast…
Then back to your shoulders tip

That’s it touch my skin…

Take off my pride
My ego… my sadistic side…
That veil…
Eyes like yours…
Too bright to be hidden…
Or put in jail…

I want to wash the dust of life in your river…
Infatuate me… deep pleasure pain…
I don’t want to feel better…

Words have no meaning when you think of me…
Words…
Entice…
Seduce
Amaze… amuse… a muse

Perfect

When did we get so obsessed of being perfect?
We wax, shave, peel for real! Cut, pick, pinch, color and spend tones of money, all that work is on our bodies!
I once heard on Seinfeld, you know the sitcom, I heard jerry say "if my body was a car, I wouldn’t buy it", frankly, Amen to that!
All that work, and may I say, hard! All for what?
Love perhaps?
Well, if the person I'm in-love with loves me for my looks, then I'm the biggest loser!
What if my hair falls?
What if my teeth become yellower?
What if I start to smell?
For the love of god what if I couldn’t get "it" up any more?

Once a good friend of mine told me, to test some ones true intentions after the 3rd date, and make sure she is in it for the person not the looks, is to burry your good looks, and make sure it flies out the window…

Am I going to make myself look bad, just to make sure that the person in front of me likes me for the Real Me?

I am not, I wanna be me and be loved for the good looking –sometimes- and flaw-full me!

So there is no escape from this following statement, we "perfect" our selves not to find love, we simply do it to build our self confidence or maybe just to please our ego.

Now, that statement is coming from the "drive through" looks and careless me.

But I gotta tell ya guys, the narcissistic me is beating the heck out of my brain, so it would send the signals to my fingers, so they could type this statement "only perfect cashes dollars, not so perfect? Nada!"

Now I am back to square one!
When did we get so obsessed with being perfect?
And add another question to that, why are we so obsessed with being perfect?
Oh wait, who made us so obsessed with being perfect?
Oh my god!

Immaculate, He Said!

Don’t kid your self; you're not an immaculate conception…
To prove it, your greatest skill is deception…
You thought of your self as an exception…
But believe me, you’re an ordinary roach, who needs an intervention…
Or at least so I could breathe, so I could be fair to myself, a lethal injection…

You're an anchor…
Holding me down…
I'll fight harder…
I won't let myself drown…
You're questions…
Could only be answered by asking questions…

Now, Still You Think That You're an Immaculate Conception?

Hey Yall!!

After public humiliation, feelings of shame, losing pride and a very dramatic day, I sat watching through my window, all the innocent children playing soccer, bare foot, and I wondered, why did he say that?
As you all know I am in a very happy relationship, successful I might say, and very much based on trust.
And since I have family, school, social and psychic issues, I started complaining to the person I love; the person I always looked up too.
And the truth is I've been complaining for a few days now, that’s due to the fact that I am very depressed and into deep trouble, regarding all aspects of my life, so depressed that if I was going to die right this moment, I would simply go wear something clean and pretty so I would look nice when I die.
The pressure of those troubles was very heavy on me, causing me to lash on a lot of people, causing me to lash out on that person when ever he did something wrong.
And although that he gets like that a lot, meaning when he is under pressure or in an argument he acts either too cold or very disrespecting – although he thinks the differ – he didn’t understand what I am going through, asked me to relax and said that I don’t respect him, finishing his conversation "you complain a lot".
I couldn’t help but wonder!
To whom may we complain to?
To whom may we talk to and yes, annoy when we are in trouble, when we feel like we're failures, when we feel down, when we feel worthless, and dare I say, when we feel unappreciated?

"You Complain a Lot"
Feeling a series of complexed emotions, I started doing what I do best, cry.
A mute cry, that kept on burning me from within, telling me that I've learned a lesson, I feel you are worthless, don’t complain about it, if life is not treating you like you treat her, don’t complain about it, if you got humiliated, mistreated, slapped in the face from various aspects in life, worked too hard and never got the result you deserve, simply, don’t complain about it.
The only thing you are allowed to do is call your friends in your usual cartoon-like tone, saying "Howdy Yall" and joke about how you broke your legs, taking your falls.

Buisness Is Buisness!

In the country of filthy rich, the country of dolce, prada, Gucci, porch, LV, high income and pride, sky high noses and investments, not in Italy, in Kuwait, are we willing to sell all of our morals, to the Kuwaiti dinar?
One of my friends, whom I had great expectations for, because he was/is very smart and I had/have big confidence that he is going to suit them, so he called me the other day with the news that he is in a relationship!
Now the exclamation point is something I am very popular for, and I usually use it wither the news deserves it or not, but believe me ladies and gentlemen, it has purpose in this story…
You see this "friend" of mine, is actually a frenimie, wich means a friend/enemy, and that term is used on people who are too competitive and pretending to be your friends, or simply "just wanna rub it in your face!" kind of people, who also pretend to be your friends.
Now back to the subject, he told me that he is in a relationship, and he is very happy, but what struck me like lightning is that he always said that he doesn’t believe in love, or happiness in a relationship in Kuwait, and he isn’t willing to place his trust in any one at all, now how could any one change in matter of days?
He kept on talking about the girl and how amazing is she, how she thinks that he is the one and so… then he mentioned her last name, which is only the richest family in Kuwait, that’s when I had the "he sold his soul" epiphany!
He is in it for the money? No wait let me rephrase, he is in it for the money!
In the concrete like emotional ladder of Kuwait, did we become so in love with money, so into it, so captivated by its presence that we would fake the word " I love you" to some one just to get a few pennies?
Now I am confused, can't you work and get your pennies? Or better yet, can't you at least say it, that you are in it for the money?
When did we become prisoners of the k.d?
When did we agree that faking "I love you" is o.k.?
When did we become such DICKS?

Loss of convections…

After the agony of searching for the perfect friend, or more likely, a real friend, I stumbled across an email message from hi5, from a profile that took a famous and worldly known label name, as and an introduction, surprised? Well yes I was, thinking that maybe it was the company's profile, since a lot of companies like Nike and others have taken the liberty of putting profiles in hi5, to advertise how casually cool they are…
Back to our subject, a simple "hi, I'm Kuwaiti, interested in having Kuwaiti friends, and you seem friendly" Or so!!! Message.
I got interested in the guy, since he didn’t take much time in taking his pictures, he simply took one or two for the sake of the profile, on the contrary to what I have done, 16 pictures and counting.
So I replied as fast as I could, screaming Halleluiah! There is a normal person upfront! Flaccid see, no cloud in sight! We chat and we become good friends!

Why am I writing this? Well I always said that most of Kuwaitis are back stabbing, snobby, selfish, neurotic, distrait, self absorbed jerks, but now I am losing my convections, to the eggs and cigies guy, and to some more guys that I am meeting these days!

Could this be possible? There is less not so popular Kuwaitis, and there are more popular Kuwaitis, and could it be possible that they are on demand?

More surprising issue…
Could it be possible? I am losing my convection, and I am wrong?