Today as I drove back home on the Gulf Road. On my right I saw a speeding black GMC jeep, windows dark tinted on them these stickers with red block letters: ‘DANGER. Drive Behind.’ I was so scared. I didn’t even manage to see the car plate number. What was that? It didn’t look like a police car. I couldn’t come up with anything else! I just kept away.

I’m at work now, on my new desk, at my new office. I just can’t believe the traffic, wow. I better take the Gulf Road next time.

I drove myself to work, and when I got there, I parked my car. I waited over 5 minutes for the bus because only managers are allowed to park inside.

I can see everything from where I am. The view is just amazing. I could just sit there daydreaming all day long. The cool thing is that I’m connected. 

I read Mark’s review about Munich, and I wanted to know more about what happened, so I watched it to the end yesterday, though I wanted to go to sleep in between. I was awake till 4 am. It was a good movie. But it was too long, just like Mark said, ‘things were was dragging.’

I just found out from Jackie’s blog that Sulayman AlBassam is directing a play here in Kuwait and admission is free of charge. I’d really love to attend this! This guy is just so talented. I can’t wait to go. For more details about the play, I quoted this from Zaoum:

Acclaimed Kuwaiti writer-director Sulayman Al-Bassam presents his latest production: a radical adaptation of one of the masterpieces of Eastern culture, the fables of ‘Kalila wa Dimna.’

‘These tales combine the wisdom of India, the sophistication of Persia, and the poetry of the Arabs’. – Tah Hussein

Intended originally as a book of Council for Kings – literally, a mirror for Princes – these subtle and philosophical animal fables carry immense significance to all sections of Arab and Persian society, until this day.

From India, via Persia, the tales reached the Arab world through the pen of Ibn al-Muqaffa, court scribe, wit, and radical reformer.

This exciting new theatre production, commissioned by Dar El-Athaar El Islamiyyah, locates Ibn Muqaffa’s work in its original historical context – the dawn of the Abbasid revolution – one of the most turbulent moments of Islamic history, the resonances of which continue to be felt today.

Part-Shakespearean History, part modern political fable, the drama moves between dramatization of the metaphorical tales and the very real tragedy that unfolds around Al-Muqaffa’ himself, as he battles for reform in the midst of fervent revolutionaries, heretic poets, religious propagandists and a Calipha who names himself none other than “God’s shadow on this earth”.

This production, designed by the award-winning British designer Julia Bardsley brings together an international artistic team promising to produce a truly world-class visual, musical and dramatic feast.

“Al-Bassam’s work is about as original and pulse-quickening as you could wish” – The Times Newspaper, UK, 2004.

 P.S. As I understood, you can print out a free virtual ticket from Jackie’s Blog.

Yesterday was my last day at work. I packed all my folders, backed up my work, deleted any files or documents saved on my computer and emptied my drawers; placing everything in the box. I looked at the empty desk. Now it looked nothing like the desk I knew so well for the last 3 years. I remember I was so frightened when I was just employed, as I stood there introduced myself; and my voice was breaking up, while everyone else just stared back at me ready to laugh. No one talked to me except for one of the girls who was so friendly to show me around the building. I was given the worst desk, but a month later our department was renovated. So I was shifted to another new desk, and that’s where I remained ever since then.

I’m going to miss sitting with the girls, drinking tea early in the morning, dipping biscuits in the tea, eating breakfast and talking about the latest gossip. I’ll miss all that. This means no more breaking the law, no more driving through the bus lane when I’m in such a rush that I’ll curse every car infront of me, or even making it to work in a matter of 5 minutes.  But it’ll be a great opportunity for me and that’s why I chose to leave so discreetly when I was told it was my final day and I was chosen between 7 girls. I’m not sure if I’ll be getting an increase, but that will show in the coming days. This time I’ll be driving in the real traffic. The only problem is that I’ll be driving half an hour every day to get to work and another 45 minutes back home.

Our three floor building is nothing like the new and fancy 20-story building. The view made my jaw drop as I was there on the 14th floor on Tuesday afternoon. When I was done with my stuff yesterday and it was time to leave my job. I kissed everyone goodbye as though it was the last time I’d see them. My eyes filled up with tears as I tried so hard to hide them as I hugged everyone, and the girls promised to stay in touch where ever we end up. That was my last day there.

I can’t help but break some minor laws on my way to work everyday. Once I saw a car go through the bus lane and ever since, I took that same lane to avoid all the traffic especially when I’m late.

As I drove today on the highway, I was not really thinking straight, and that’s when suddenly a car on the road takes a sudden halt. In just seconds, my jeep skidded out of control to the left lane to a stop as I pushed on the breaks quickly.

I had my seatbelts on, and I turned my head to see all my papers flew to the floor, and were scattered everywhere. I almost got into an accident. It was so close and my heart wouldn’t stop beating till I got to work.

I’ve just added a birthday ticker for my baby because I’ve always wanted one. I must agree it’s quite cool. I should’ve done one back when I was pregnant because I constantly lost count.