New Location February 18, 2009

As you all have noticed.. i stop writing on this blog a long time ago.. what alot of you DIDNT notice is that i have moved to a new location.. you can find my new blog “Safe House” at www.mannairesalmeen.wordpress.com hope you like it! thanks

My Favourite Sister October 30, 2007

Every time I mention to someone that I have 4 sisters, they abruptly ask me “Ooo which one is your favourite?”Lets see now. There’s Mish , Moon, Mol, Me Mannaire, then the Brat. Yeah that’s the order. 5 completely different people, one insanely close family. Mom would even mix up all our names, call out all 5 names about 10 times over until she finds the right one.Growing up it was always “Mish and Moon” or “Mannaire and Mol”. Never “Mannaire and Moon” or “Mol and Mae”. It was just never heard.So who is my favourite?It’s funny how people ask things like that, when there’s some kind of unwritten golden rule that says you can’t pick a favourite from one of your siblings, just like parents shouldn’t pick a favourite child. It just seems a bit wrong.I would always automatically say “Mol.”

So I sat down to think. How come I always choose Mol? Why not the Brat? Why not Moon or Mish?

So why Mol then? She’s a bit of a clown, overly-sensitive, ridiculously caring. One of those people who can never say no. Could it be because my whole childhood was shared with her? Playing games, hanging out, telling secrets, singing old Boyzone and Savage Garden songs while holding massive glass flowers Mom had forbidden us to touch. Pretending to be orphans using the dinner table as a hideout, a basketball for a chicken, and a bouncy toy as a cow. Making wishes every time we light candles we created ourselves by melting others into glass holders. Making up really really dumb songs I still sing sometimes without realising. We had our on little world. They would call us Tom and Jerry, because of how much we fought. Like worst best friends. Our fights never lasted 2 minutes. But everything sort of stopped and was left hanging when she left to study abroad. And I realised that each time I reply “Mol”, I distinctly remember playing games in our beat down old house so many years ago, and I feel that connection so strong again. Thing is, every time she comes for a visit, its sort of like she never really left. Everything just falls back into place again like nothing ever changed. And we’re back to our usual old selves. Mom yelling at us for staying up too late and laughing too loud at 3am. Laughing uncontrollably in public elevators for no apparent reason. Attempting to spray paint an entire rooms furniture with no ventilation whatsoever. Sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night and making up our own concoctions with food that noone else would ever eat. Her shoving a sock in my mouth when I had braces. I’ll never forget the green bat. She’s the Best Friend Sister.

What about Mish. The Brain. Always the one with the answers. The one I always remember whenever faced with a problem. Something comes up. What would Mish do? What would she say? Part guardian, part idol, part crazy DIY lady with unbelievable mental power. Not so connected on a personal level. Like its mostly oh this happened and that happened. Then once in a blue moon, bam! We have this one on one deep, brain-racking, life-changing talk. So unexpected. And its never planned out. Picture this. Middle of a great vacation. Sitting alone in the living room drinking tea at 2am. Everyone’s else is asleep. She walks in and sits down because neither of us can sleep. Simple, normal, nothing going on here. Then this stupid idiotic thing inside me is like, “Speak now or forever hold your peace”. And I end up spilling the beans on pretty much everything. Its not like I need to be talked to or something. But I always wanted to know the smart choice, the smart actions, and smart way to do things. She never gave me those answers. She would question, and dig, and prod here and there until I figured out what to do for myself. She makes me answer myself, she makes me use my own mental power. I don’t know how she does it. I’m not saying she’s flawless. The smart way isn’t necessarily the right way. She wasn’t very smart when she sprayed disinfectant on Mols beoloved snails. Or when she said 3ilcha. But its weird how when she freaks out about something, everything around me crashes down, because she’s supposed to be the one who keeps everyone else calm, the one who makes it all okay. She’s the Guiding Sister.

Then there’s Moon. The Thinker. Worries too much, doesn’t live in the moment, and a bit helpless I must admit. Always something on her mind. I sometimes feel like she WANTS to worry about something, like she NEEDS to have something to keep her mind so pre-occupied. Maybe its running away from something, maybe its lack of something else to do. I noted this down one time – I always notice she eats really slowly. So I took my time to watch her eat. I observed. She wouldn’t even talk during a meal when thinking. So deep in thought that she fills up her spoon, sets it down neatly, sits for a moment or two, sighs, then resumes eating. A bit strange, but always funny when I imitate her. So what is it about her that pulls me in? This quiet, vulnerable, anxious person? I’m not so sure. She’s kind of a question mark. At times she’s the biggest goofball ever. Laughing, being fun and talking like she drank 600 Red Bull shots. Going to karate class with fluffy slippers, misplacing an entire SUV, creating a mix tape, with absolutely no music on it. Then at times she does the thinking thing. Its at those times that I want to stick close. To know. What is it. What what what. But I never ask. I wait for her to speak. She hardly ever does. We sometimes have those outings of ours, to cafes or restaurants. Comfortable places with great atmospheres, perfect for intense talks with no disturbance. But the intense talk part only comes for about 10 minutes, and its never really intense. We cover up the intense parts with nervous laughter and mumbling nothings. But those 10 minutes pull us so much closer. We just never realise it. Its always fun having random screaming fits in her car, imagining a crazy guy jumping out at us while driving home in the dark was one funny time. She’s the one you’re close to but not close to. The one who you don’t talk to about a problem, but know its right to. The one who wont always give an answer, but will always make you feel better somehow. She’s the Sister sister.

Last but not least, Mae. The Brat as we call her. We called her that when she was about 2 years old, and it just stuck. Always up to something. Making something. Sewing something. Creating something. Baking something. Working on something on the computer. I’ve never seen her just sit. Unless she’s watching tv. And even then she has something on her mind that she wants to do. Half the time we fight like mad. Cussing and punching at times. We keep our distance. But when we’re forced to be together like in the car, or when everyone is out except us at home, its like were best friends. We make a few snacks, put in a movie, and watch and laugh till our sides hurt. Its like an on and off switch between us. An absurdly generous girl, always thinking of others, befriending those she doesn’t even know. Sometimes confused trying to please everyone around her she loses herself, then snaps back into her old self. She’s the company I never crave for a month, then suddenly realise how much I miss her. We always laugh at the same things, even if others don’t find them that funny. Read the same books. Like the same movies. She annoys me so much at times, but hey, what are sisters for. I’ve always gotten clothes for Christmas. But in 2003 I got this bright yellow jacket from her. It became known as “The Yellow Jacket”. A household name. A Legend. I live in it. No joke. My family (especially Dad) have threatened to throw it out because of how shabby its become. But I wont allow it. Its like an invisible connection to the one sister I was never really connected to. The Jacket = the Brat. We’re the same but really really really not the same. She’s the Buddy Sister.

All so different yet so remarkably alike in the strangest ways. It’s a “Sister Thing”.

So why Mol? I’ve always answered “Mol”. Without taking a moment to think. Well now I have. I have memories with her, alot more than with the rest of my sisters. But memories and moments are two different things.

Without Mol I would be boring and mean.

Without Mish I would be scared and lose myself.

Without Moon I would never take a moment to think.

Without the Brat I would be alone and depressed.

They’re all such big parts of me. How am I meant to choose?

You see that’s the beauty of it. I’ll never have to.

They’re my sisters.

If you don’t like the way I drive, get off the sidewalk.. October 24, 2007

Hehe I did a mean thing *angel face*

My friend had an amazing parking space in the first row in college (its way hard to find parking its always so crowded half the students park outside the college on the sand).

Anyways me and a friend took his keys and took the car and I parked it AT THE VERY END of the parking like really far and ran back and gave him his keys then went home.

He has no idea what I did.

I bet you he’s still looking for his car.

I’m mean.

Jadwal Update.. October 23, 2007

Sunday

Materials Science 1:00pm-4:00pm (B4, R21)

Karate KSA 6:45pm – 8:30pm

Monday

Oil and Gas Industry 1:00pm-4:00pm (B4, R21)

Piano Lesson 5:00pm – 6:00pm

Tuesday

Chemical Processing 2:00pm-4:00pm

Organise and Communicate Information 4:00pm-5:00pm (B4, R22)

Karate KSA 6:45pm – 8:30pm

Wednesday

Scientific Principles 1:00pm-3:00pm

Engineering Drawings and Manuals 3:00pm-4:00pm (B6, AV1)

Thursday

Scientific Principles 2:00pm-4:00pm

Karate KSA 6:45pm – 8:30pm

Friday

Karate KSA 10:00am – 12:00am

Karate JKA 4:30pm – 6:30pm

Saturday

Piano Lesson 1:30pm – 2:30pm

Karate JKA 4:30pm – 6:30pm

FUN EH??

I’m not smiling at you, I’m trying not to laugh.. ;pP~ October 23, 2007

 

I totally got pwned today -_-

At karate training our Sensei is going really hard on us lately because all the black belts are preparing for their next grading, so he usually gets us black belts to do demonstrations in front of the whole class, which is about 20 ish people. Anyways today one of the 2^nd Dan black belt guys doing the demonstration messed up a lot and kept laughing (he’s a bit of a clown, 55 years old with the brain of a 13 year old.. Love him hehe) and the whole class was laughing too it was hilarious. He even did a little dance thing trying to get into the correct position to kick. Anyways after class we were outside and I was like “hey nice demonstration” and he was like “laughing at me huh?”.. then.. EMPTIED HIS BOTTLE OF WATER ON ME! Haha it was funny but I was outside for a while and it dried on me it was freezing hehe..

Guess I kinda deserved it..

Kilshay.. October 17, 2007

This is an everything post. Duh.

 

 

First off, HAPPY 21^st BIRTHDAY TO MOL! I love you sis! You can now get into any darn club in the whole of Ireland that you want!

 

 

I got bored today.

 

 

My friend gave me the new Chris Daughtry CD (ok not NEW new) and I’m addicted to it! Seriously..

 

 

Haha starting this Friday my trainings are going to be extended! Right now I have karate on Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday mornings. Now I have additional classes on Monday, Thursday (which I probably won’t make it to) and Friday afternoons. Zomg zomg zomg training addict.

 

 

I think this cartoon is funny.

 

 

My horoscope today: Wed – 17 Oct, 2007
It’s healthy to form your own opinions rather than be overly agreeable. Look towards teachers in life to impart what they know and add it to the library of information you’ve already compiled.

Currently trying to master “When You’re Gone – Avril Lavigne” on the piano.

 

 

My new jadwal is a big zaga:
Sun

Materials Science 1-4 (Dr Mohammad)

Mon

Oil and Gas Industry 1-4 (Yasser)

Tue

Chemical Processing 2-4 (Yasser)

Organise and Communicate Information 4-5 (Jonathan)

Wed

Scientific Principles 1-3 (John)

Engineering Drawings and Manuals 3-4 (Susan)

Thurs

Scientific Principles 2-4 (John)

 

 

I ate banak today. I know it kills teeth and stuff.. I couldn’t resist it provoked me.

 

 

This is my baby cousin Lance-Angelo.. He’s cute.

 

 

I ran out of things to write.

Going to sleep now.

Goodnight Kuwait!

Why Do I Do This To Myself? October 15, 2007

As some already know, I’m a bit of an exercise freak, but nothing prepared me for this:

That was from 1 ½ hours hardcore figure skating training yesterday morning.

I was trying to perfect my sit spin and since I spin on my left leg I got that massive hugemongous thing where I bend forward on my foot.

Oh well, that’s not all. I didn’t think that was enough for me, nope, I just had to go jogging at the Scientific Center at 8 at night. So me and a friend jogged from Hard Rock to Marina Waves, spent an hour rock climbing (which is why I’m typing so slow since my fingers and forearms are killing me), then jogged all the way to the Scientific Centre, sat for a while, got a few drinks then headed back to where we parked at Hard Rock. On the way back my friend and sister decided to start spitting coke and sprite on me and each other, idiots, so not only was I limping and unable to hold my drink, I also had my clothes glued onto my skin with spit and soft drink.

 Haha very funny. To make it worse, I just had a manicure and though the nail polish bottle said Shock Resistant, it didn’t prove to be very Rock Climbing Resistant.

Poor me.

PS. Couch beds – Hot or Not? (Random I know)

Note: Kill Me Please – I have a piano lesson at 5pm, God knows how I’m going to survive that.

Cheese! *again* October 12, 2007

Cheese!

I had to repost it cuz the old link wasn’t working anymore lol.. and for those who haven’t seen it already!

Sasha Cohen <3 October 2, 2007

This is just a little something to let everyone know who my favourite skater ever is.. SASHA COHEN! Her technique and positioning in her spins is absolutely breathtaking.. Too bad she messes up her jumps sometimes.. Anyways.. I love her she’s my role model in skating.. Here are a few pics and here’s a link to what I think was her best program ever:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-LqYnahLfk

Sorry I had to do it this way I don’t know what’s up with my youtube account it’s not posting stuff so yeah..

 

 

 

 

 

Luv Yoo Sasha!

Ramadan Tent September 28, 2007

SLEEPY! I got back from college at 11:30pm cuz of this Ramdan tent thing they were hosting. There was a massive tent and board games and cards and football and basketball and food everywhere and a live band and singer and a gazillion guys with coffee and sweets walking around everywhere and bunches of people in traditional clothing. Was quite fun. Me and 5 other ppl sat down playing Kout Bo 6 for almost the entire 3 hours we were there lol. I got eaten alive by bugs in the tent.. and this photographer guy kept shooting pics of people everywhere and took about 4793825692 of me and my friends haha.. well yeah it was fun but now my mind is dead tired but I cant sleep from the amount of sugar and coffee I’ve had.. *sigh*