Chips & Chunks

It’s been a long time since I did this, here goes…

- I am quite aware of the skyrocketing business of plastic surgery in Kuwait but I was appalled at how some people sported clear signs of a perfectly botched up job. I was at Marina Mall about three weeks ago. My friend and I were enjoying a lovely cup of tea when we saw two young and slim women wearing skin tight clothing. Apart from their embarrassingly suffocating attire that made the whole coffee shop’s customers do a 360 in their seats, one of the Jenna Jameson look-alikes sported an obvious boob job that made prying and rather bewildered eyes bulge out in their sockets. But what is an obvious boob job? Well, it is when your body is completely out of proportion to your humongous and immobile rack. Now, a woman might opt for enhancing her breast size if, for instance, she lived with mosquito bites her whole life and feels unfeminine with her pre-teen chest size. But even so, I do not think the most decent option would be to go for tits that can knock someone unconscious. Another trend I noticed is dimples. The problem here is that dimples normally appear when one grins, smiles or laughs. I saw a girl with the most beautiful dimples the other day. The problem was that her dimples were on full display on her completely straight and emotionless face.

- I cram my earpiece when I jog so as to listen to my music and not hear passersby’s comments, specifically guys. However lately, I occasionally take them out when I feel an annoying ringing sound. Normally, I expected little men to throw out immature and ineffective remarks. Surprisingly enough, I received more eyebrow raising comments from women than from men. Last week, I passed by two girls about my age. I was wearing my usual sweatpants, my older brother’s ratty shirt, a ponytail and sneakers. The two, however, were in their jeans, airy blouses, purses, hijab and their clickety heels. When I walked by them, the girl closest to me huffed, “Iffff…banat akher il ziman.” Just two days ago, I strode by two different girls. When I was about two feet away, one of them looked at the girl beside her who was a tad bit shorter than me before pointing with her finger and saying, “Shofay! Hathi a6wal minich!” There is nothing to say or do in situations like these except smile and move on.

- I hate Sheraton's roundabout. It dampens my mornings, afternoons and early evenings.

- I miss Swedish Fish. So bad.

MP3's...
Deep Dish - Underworld
Jasefos Ft. Claire Van Der Boom - Do What You Want
Handsome Boy Modeling School - I've Been Thinking Ft. Cat Power

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