At some point my other sister come to visit with her two kids (4 and 1 years) her maid came along. Soon after brother came to check up on us with his wife!!!  It seemed that we were in a hybrid world between a circus and a carnival!

People were not the problem but  the house was messy with mattresses, blankets, pillows… dirt glasses and plates all over the place…. but worse is the clothing… there were pieces of clothing at every single corner… it seemed like a clothing bomb had exploded in the house…
 NOISE… NOISE… NOISE…. and more NOISE

 At some point I thought I will commit suicide if I didn’t hide somewhere… Therefore I decided to clean my room….

I sort of learnt how not see the clutter…. today I decided to open my eyes and look …. I felt like I unearthed a hideous scandal! I can’t believe there is spot so perfectly ugly as my desk was… How can a person gather this much clutter in a few months?!  ufft!
Here is a list of what I found at my desk:
1. Phone Manual
2. Different packs of medicine (cold, vitamins…)
3. Face creams
4. Eye Creams….
5. Mosquito kit ( machine and the blue things that go in them)
6. Books, and more books
7. CDs and DVDs
8. Cassettes… very old one… there was a LAMBADA cassette!!!
9. Shoe Polisher
10. Shoe Spay
11. Hair bans
12. Bobby pins
13. Business cards ( a  lot of those)
14. Empty boxes ( phone box, Hard Disk and watch)
15. Coins from about fifteen countries
16. At least three scarves
17. Different items of clothing
18. Blow dryer
19. Two brushes
20. Pens
21. Make up kit
22. Nails kit
23. Bills
24. Mail
25. Lighter
26. Socks
27. Tooth paste (what the hell was it doing there?!)
28. Chocolate
29. Baby hat
30. Baby shoes
31. Papers, more papers and much more papers

Among other unidentified items!  Here is a picture  of before and after. Isn’t this very Oprah   

U yalla ya shabab

Sunday midnight

 I spent most of the day looking for a calculator! No luck… I did not leave a drawer nor a closet without looking… no calculator what so ever in the house….

Monday

In a rare occasion these days, my sister H. and I were on a bonding trip. We decided to pick up our sister E. from the airport.

I suppose we were hoping for quite a bit, when we thought the trip to and from the airport would be uneventful.

 When we came out after picking up E. we noticed that some bus was parked across the street from us… ya3ni between us and this bus there was a street… kulloh tamam up until this point…..however Mr. bus was a tiny bit too big for that spot. And since we were surrounded by 3 big cars, the only way out was reverse…  which is how cars usually drive our of their spots in garages….I know that much…but I am trying to show that there was no other option besides reversing…… What is specific for this case was that there was not enough space for my beautiful Polo to reverse… we were stuck.

I tried to reverse a few times, but since my sisters are still doubtful about my driving skills….they did not believe me when I said we were stuck… so we decided to give H. a chance. She is agreeably the most skillful driver among us three… H. tried a few times before announcing … we were stuck….

We decide the best thing we can do is waiting for bus driver… bas bus driver apparently was having the night of his life at the airport…. He did not show up… we waited… and waited… and waited… nothing happened….

Security guy came to check why were not moving… he asked sweetly if we are waiting for the man who was supposedly bringing the baggage. And when he realized there was no man bringing the baggage… he asked if there was a problem… we explained….he smiled… he said let me try…. When we explained we already did… he smiled again….it just did not appear to be customary for girls to know how to reverse on their own… since we were getting desperate by then… we gave him the driver seat…. A few minutes later he got out declaring that we were stuck….

But no worries… Mr. Security man will save the day

He said… “the only way out of here is to carry the car out of the spot” when I gave him the hesitant “ok”… five men appeared out of nowhere … Mr. Security goes u yalla ya shabab!

They carried our car!!! And put us on the road!!!!

No calculator….

Wednesday

SNOW!!!!SNOW!!!!SNOW!!!!

Still no calculator…

Thursday

Day changes into night, night changes into day, then night comes and then day again … I float from one to the other with a feeling of anticipation… as if I am waiting for something to happen….only I don’t know what is it that I am waiting for…. and so I move… it seems that my life had fallen into a rhythm of constant movement… I start at 8:00 in the morning and keep at it till 1:00 am the next day.

I watched the Human Stain yesterday… and like most of Anthony Hopkins’ movies… I loved it… mostly because of my fascination with Philip Roth and all the mystery that surrounds the character Nathan Zuckerman a character in most of his books…. it is claimed Nathan Zukerman is his alter ego…. I am just fascinated with the concept of alter egos…. I wonder what kind of person is mine?

… anyway… in one scene of the human stain, Anthony Hopkins states that movement is the enemy of thinking… and it hits me that it is true… when you move…you don’t think anymore. And I wonder if I am moving in order not to think? The only thing I have done in the last four years of my life is to think …. I am so tired of thinking… I don’t want to think anymore.

I finally decided to get out of the house to buy a calculator on Thursday… ever since…. wherever I look I find a calculator… I have found 4 calculators so far!!!

Saturday

I have been writing this post for at least a week… There are a million things I want to grumble about, but it’s half-past two, and mom says I MUST go to bed….. I won’t complain… after all I have been acting like a rotten child last two days because of my cold.