Chikapappi

WARNING: things may not make sense to you but I had the total of 5 & half hours of total sleep within the previous 48 hours… I am amazed at my ability of keeping my eyelids opened staring at the screen… “Zombieeh, zombieeeeh, zoooooombieeh eh ehh”!

Scene One:

I didn’t have lunch yesterday, wow! Another fact that amazes me since I was eager to hog on anything that I’d lay hands on first day of eid. We were invited to have lunch at my nana’s house. My aunt orders Mais Al Ghanem – I only like their grilled kobbah! (craving it now)… Of course, “Toshi” was with me, so I’d feel at home & not miss what you crazy people post. After hogging – eating, I suddenly felt like I was gonna pass out! I just wanted to sleep & the worse thing ever happened: NO DIET COKE!!!! My fix! I was so pissed off so I decided to go sit in the balcony..

They have a swing set out there! I sit outside.. chatting & replying to sms & then *shhhhhhhhhhh* – “chikapappian national anthem” to end the broadcast! I dozed off… just left everything & slept outside!!! My evil sister obviously was standing over me asking: “are you sleeping?” !! WTH! What does it look like am doing! *am thinking God take her away before I shove her off the balcony* !! I eventually got my butt up & drove home, half conscious bas thank God no body was hurt…

I am blaming the food for this! Yes, I ate too much! Was using both my hands like a pig! I am also ashamed to tell you that I ate like 3 pieces of cheese konafa :$ – I seriously can’t resist sweets!

What’s even worse! Is that am craving 5 scoops of Baskin Robbins right now! With a big waffle!!!!!!!!! My brother doesn’t move his ass to get anything – I hate him right now bas am still swaping laptops with him!

Scene Two:

I was driving to my nana’s & I looked at my feet – I don’t like them – & I started thinking of the manicurist at the salon…

Every time I go, I get a special treatment – they like me for some weird reason! Anyways, A week ago, I went to have my nails done so I get not one but TWO women to finish quickly.. they keep calling me madam! I tell them I don’t like this shit! I don’t believe in this social hierarchy – especially when it turns into racism. So one of them asks: “Madam why you make your nails? Where you go tonight? To Marina? I say no am not, why do you think I’ll go to Marina. She answered all people do… she finished her sentence with this:

“I only went once, when I was a khaddama…..”

This is when I felt my heart drop to the floor – I felt like I was stabbed in the gut.. I was sad… I am sad because people of certain nationalities think they are only fit to being certain things in this society… work is not 3eeb! Being an asshole who roams around in malls is bad…. This made me think that I should thank Allah a million times for what I have & never take things for granted as it will all go away one day.

Scene Three:

Am on my bed , wearing a jacket & my sox.. my dad is a polar bear! It’s like we live in a freggin igloo! DAMN COLD! YET, I crave ice cream! Yes, the same five scoops I mentioned earlier! Who’s gonna volunteer like a good Samaritan & go get me the ice cream?!

Scene Four:

Am eating at nana’s & my brother comments – lame ass phrases that makes me wanna smash his head against the wall – hey buddy, if you’re reading BITE ME!

These jokes rotate between my family members but they don’t annoy me, I know they’re jealous *knocks wood* .. this lead me to think of nicknames people call me with:

1. Madonna: ! ! My sister uses that! Also Mado
2. Banana – Dobbana (fly) – Lebana (chewing gum) -(crack the code)
3. Nancy 3ajram! They say I look like her!! SHE’S PRETTY AM NOT!
4. Cat woman: do I have to explain!?
5. Half brain! Yeah right!
6. ETM = Eating machine ! That’s what my dad calls me or sometimes he’d use Grasshopper (eating wise)
7. Shorty – am 158 cm

Besides other stupid names they come up just to watch me get pissed off & laugh! DIMWITS…

Is there any other name I forgot Blue?! Or Powder!? O who ever knows me?!

Scene Five:

It involves men & this I saw on a blog … men think we’re a mystery… an enigma that they can’t decipher… [ Castro ] seems lost girls! Help the guy out! How can we be a mystery when it’s men who keep quiet & don’t share thoughts like many people I know! How do they accuse us of being coy when we use our hearts – which mostly leads to disasters & does not include logic! I dunno….

THANK GOD AM A FEMALE!!

Castro: The people you mentioned are divided into two categories:

1. Those who just go out have fun to unwind & relax after hard week’s work – that includes me, no one can stay at home all the time!

2. The other group which practically lives on the streets – these are hunters… they just wanna have “fun” – not the good kinda fun am afraid

As for mathaher (appearances), we suffer a lot from this – fakeness is not nice & even if you wear a cheap first class knockoff of a Gucci bag – you know deep inside that the bag doesn’t make you feel or be better… CHEAPOS!

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