I was just told that representatives from The Cheesecake Factory have been in Kuwait for 8 days and they’re in talks with AlShaya group, negotiating a deal to bring the Cheesecake Factoy over, and that the deal is almost done.

Thanks Taymoor


Funny & cute little kid! Check out his other ads with STC:

Ad #1
Ad #2
Ad #3

Thanks Abdullah


Its finally revealed!


Today’s a weekend and we were craving some Kuwaiti dishes, We’ve been in Scotland for a while now and a homemade Kuwaiti meal was needed to keep us going. We wanted something easy to cook and I remembered that em3addas was an easy dish to cook, and maybe fry some chicken to go with the em3addas, it would compliment it perfectly. We called the base back home and they sent us the following easy to follow recipe:

وصفة المعدس لشخصين

2 كوب عيش –
1 كوب عدس –
2 طماط مقطع صغار –
2 بصل مقطع صغار –
البهارات : كركم – دارسين – كمون – مسمار – فلفل اسود (ملعقه استكانة تقريبا من كل النوع) –

غسل العيش و العدس و نقعهم ( منفصلين) لمدة نصف ساعه، يحمر البصل بالزيت الى ان يكتسب اللون الذهبي و ليس الأحمر
ثم يضاف الطماط و اضافة جميع البهارات تدريجيا، ثم يحرك الى ان يذوب الطماط، ثم يتم اضافة 4 أكواب من الماء و اضافة مكعب ماجي ( مغلف واحد) ، بعد ذلك يتم اضافة الملح حسب الرغبه بعد تذوق الماء، و عندما يغلى الماء يتم اضافة العيش و العدس بعد شخلهم من الماء، يترك على النار و يتم تخفيف النار بعد تشرب العيش للماء
و لايجب اضافة الماء بعد ذلك حتى بعد نقصانه
يترك حتى ينضج

و بالعافيه 🙂

Rice with Lentil for 2


  • 2 cup of life
  • 1 cup lentils
  • 2 small chopped tomatoes.
  • 2 small chopped onions
  • Spices: turmeric – students – cumin – nail – black pepper (spoon complacency almost every type)

Wash the rice and lentil and soak them (separately) for half an hour, fry the onion till it acquire a golden color but not red.

Then add the tomatoes and all the spices gradually, keep stirring and shifting the tomatoes till they melt, then add 4 cups of water and add a cube Maggie (one packet), then salt is added to taste, after tasting the water, and when the water starts to boil add the rice and lentils after. Leave it to boil, and reduce the heat under the pot when almost all of the water is gone.

Don’t add more water even if there is no water left.

Leave it on low fire till it’s done.

Bon Appetit 🙂

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Did you Major in Marketing? Are you working in a Marketing department? Ok, do you think you’re job requires skills and sometimes you find it hard to get the potential customer to memorize your brand?

Then click on the article circled above (dated April 16 1912) and try to put yourselves in this Man’s shoes! He is begging the readers, ALL readers, to pay attention to the brand name, ANY brand name! I mean this guy must have had a very tough job trying to shove the concept of branding down America’s throat.

So yeah, marketing people, you should think twice before asking for a raise again 😛

OT: Don’t you think it’s weird to include that article on the front page next to Titanic’s news? It looks too unimportant an article to be on that particular front page, doesn’t it?

If you want to read the full page (huge and will take time to load) Click Here




We went to Makka this weekend for Omra and we just came back. We were a large group and doing it was sort of easy and smooth and fun.

We were told that Saudi doesn’t allow visas to all people in this time of the year, and the Haram should be less crowded than usual, but nope! the place was swarming! Saudi started giving the the visas earlier than usual this year and it was crowded. The haram was full during all prayer times, even on AlFajer prayer it was full and we had to pray on the second floor.

I didn’t have any trouble getting my huge camera inside the Haram, and I took pictures for 10 minutes without any problems, and when one of the police man passed right in fornt of me he didn’t mind, instead he said that he liked the camera. But then 5 minutes later 2 guys with beards approached me and asked me to tuck the camera away, they said it’s prohibited to take pictures inside the haram “hide it before a police men sees and snatches it away.”

We stayed in Movenpick, it’s in Hajar tower, one of Zamzam new towers. It’s a very good hotel, modern and comfy. Right infront of the haram, around 7 minutes and 2 lifts away. I’d recommend it.

What more can I say? The Haram is breathtaking, nothing’s new here, it has always been a breathtaking place, bs seb7anallah, it just glows more and more every single time we visit.


Just spotted this Ad. next to my apartment, it seems that they moved directly from Kuwait to Aberdeen.



Now you can book your movie ticket during your office working hours even if your company blocks KNCC site, the only thing you need is your mobile and this website address :



Its packed and there no place to walk through the crowds, let alone find a place to sit.

I hope we can find a place before the prayers time.


The 2011 Touareg was just unveiled by Volkswagen in Geneve Motor Show, For more pictures click below.

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You remember when you’re playing NES classic Super Mario Bros. One of the things that you may still not have noticed about this classic is. The graphics for the bushes and clouds are the same, with different colors ONLY 🙂

Also, Bowser’s fireball is backwards!

Thanks Ahmad




I heard of Bossaball and posted about it, but never tried it. I thought it should be fun and easy since it’s all about jumping on a big inflated volleyball court. Well I was partially right, it was fun, but easy? well not really.

We rented coz we knew we were going to spend the whole weekend plus the 25-26th vacation in chalet, so we all pitched in and got the Bossaball for the chalet. They deliver it and assembled it. You don’t do much (and if you’re taking pictures of them working then you’re guaranteed a minimum amount of work).

The first time I tried it I was exhausted after only 10 mins of jumping. I got used to it eventually and was able to play for an hour and so, but it is very exhausting. It was fun though, we all enjoyed it and played it almost everyday of the vacation.

The Bossaball can was rented for KD250 a day. I think it’s expensive too, but according to the renter, it’s of high quality and doesn’t cause allergies and stuff, and they are flexible when it comes to the timing. They also rent and sell inflatable slides and castles and Human size foosball.

Click to see the pictures


1001Nights is a Kuwait blogger. She’s one of the first and best authors in the Kuwaiti blogosphere. She has written a new piece and she’s gonna share it for the first time ever with you guys on our blog!

So here is it and make sure to leave your comments and feedback.

Grief, Beauty, and Samri

She said she was in the mood for samri, and that it was strange for someone in her circumstance to be in the mood for samri. I sighed and, as I did, I took in her smell; she had clearly been exposed to some bukhoor before coming. The café, right before the asr prayer, was deserted; the waiters looked uninterested, the food on display near the counter looked like it had been sitting there for a long while, and it was dim and getting dimmer as the sun was no longer in its full glory. Her black veil and black abat, the eye liner that leaked down her cheek right by her nose, her voice, the tone of it, everything in that café, everything in our meeting was so full of gloom. And she said she was full of gloom too and that it was very strange. I asked her what was strange. She said it was strange that she was in the mood for samri. I asked her if she wanted to dance. I told her to cover her face with the abat as if it were a thob, I told her to disregard the waiters, they wouldn’t mind, I told her I’d sing for her and use the table as my ‘taar if only she wanted to dance. She chuckled and said that dancing samri wears her out when no one was watching. She said that she would tire dancing with few viewers and thrive when dancing in front of masses – dancing samri as well as she did was not just about dancing; it was an art, it was the epitome of womanliness, it was the pride of her country, it was a performance. I was just glad she chuckled. But soon after I was a little sad. I didn’t want to ask her if I weren’t enough, if my watching her wasn’t enough. But I did ask her, impulsively. The question rolled off my tongue before I had a chance to remind myself that this meeting wasn’t about me. But the words left my mouth and hung still in the air while she looked at me blankly. She smiled and said nothing. So I said I was just joking. And she stayed quiet. So I thought this would be her exit. She would leave soon if I didn’t say anything. So I told her she smelled great. I told her that despite the heaviness in the air and the sadness in this deserted place and despite the grief that she was feeling, her smelling so great made me feel like I was sitting at a wedding. I told her I could relish in this smell forever and never bore of it. And she said she was wearing her mother’s abat. Since she had died the day before yesterday she hadn’t taken it off. She wore it all day around the house and during the a’aza and when she went to bed she bunched it up near her pillow and hugged it and smelled it and wrapped herself in it until she was too weary to weep anymore and finally slept with her face in it. And after she told me this she sighed. She sighed and if I could I would have lifted her mother out of her grave and rested my own head there instead. Because she sighed. And because I knew that the dimple nestled in the middle of her chin didn’t quiver because she was about to burst into laughter. And because I knew that the red in her cheeks wasn’t there because she was blushing. And I knew that her eyes weren’t glistening because I had paid her a complement. I knew all of this and the weight of it struck me. And I knew too that men don’t cry. And I knew men definitely shouldn’t cry when their women need them. But I heard the quiver in her voice, the leftover dread beneath the soft tone, the hurried breathing, and I wanted to cry too. I wanted to weep like a child. But men don’t cry, I told myself and I could sense my eyes start to burn and instinctively I tried, really tried, to remember something funny like my friends on the playstation, or my nephew’s mispronunciation of the word soup in Arabic – “shairuba”- or even something she usually says with a lisp. She doesn’t have a lisp but there’s that one word she always says with a lisp. I never once corrected her. It was too amusing – not because I wanted to poke fun at her but because, for some reason, I found those little idiosyncrasies of hers so entrancing, so endearing, so incredibly captivating, that I wouldn’t dare try to change them. I got up and headed for the counter before she could notice my eyes welling up. I walked away from her as I asked her if she wanted anything. She said her stomach hurt all the time and that she hadn’t eaten because of the nausea, the nausea, she said, it wouldn’t go away. I bought myself a bottle of water and bought her a cheesecake. Chocolate. She liked everything chocolate. I cut a bite’s worth with my fork and took it to her mouth and she backed into her seat and refused to take it. I asked her how she would be so unkind as to refuse me like that. But I had lost her already. She was now gazing at something at the corner of that coffin-café without really looking at anything. Glassy eyes thinking of somewhere else, someone else, a memory of her mother that she wouldn’t share with me, a loss I couldn’t undo, a pain I couldn’t alleviate. She started shuffling her abat around her and I panicked again because I thought she was going to leave. I thought of something to say to keep her a little longer. I couldn’t think of anything so I just said gi’day. She said salat il asr was coming up soon and she wanted to be home before the athan sounded off so she could get down to the a’aza on time. I looked at my shoes and felt like I did when I was six years old and my mom said she was traveling and leaving us with my grandma. She turned away from me and headed towards the door, silky blackness trailing behind her, the cape of a disheartened queen, her natural sway, unexaggerated and full of both humble subtlety and unmistakable femininity. And more than anything I just wished I could watch her dancing samri.

By 1001Nights




If you’re looking for an apartment to rent or house also to rent or buy just do a search in Q8residence.com it offers a lot of houses/apartment in Kuwait.


We’re excited to have the NBK, Kuwait’s and the region’s leader in the banking sector, as sponsors. It’s nice to have such big names supporting us. The ad can be seen on the left.




New low fare airliner just like Jazeera airways and Arabiya. The above screen shot is of the first available weekend from Kuwait to Dubai and back.

I just took a quick look at their website and learned that:

  1. you get to take one hand bag weighing 10kg for free, but if you have a bag to check in, you pay 40Dhs (3.2KD) for the first bag, and a 100Dhs (7.9kd) for each additional bag. I think this airliner would be good for weekends and quick getaways where you don’t need much clothes.
  2. You can choose a seat by paying an extra 5Dhs (1.5kd).
  3. You can get extra leg room by paying an extra 100Dhs (7.9kd).

You get the idea. You pay for every extra and by having that option you could get the lowest fares possible.

Fly Dubai

Thanks Fawaz


I reviewed the Velvet Cup a while ago and thought it was one of the best if not THE best red velvet I’ve tried so far. I didn’t know she was interviewed till today.

Click to read our Red Velvet Review


Finally Food Circle decided to take the cover off their nine restaurants, and they are:

  • UNO Chicago Grill
  • The Chocolate Cafe
  • Pasta Pasta
  • Hambuger union
  • Shawarmaji
  • Mashawi
  • Vitamin Juice
  • Shanghai Dragon

Thanks INM




This rap is awesome! my friend just showed it to me and I couldn’t wait to put it up for you guys to watch.

Thanks ½ cream milk




For almost 2 and half years our blog has been running smoothly with no down time to mention. But, unfortunately, we were hacked 2 weeks ago, the hacking was contained and we were back online. Things, however, weren’t as smooth as they used to be, we encountered some errors, and readers have been emailing us and complaining about things, so we decided to install a fresh new version of the software (wordpress.org) and change hosting companies. A fresh start. Then import all of our files that we already have backed up. We’ve done all that now and we’re back. The blog is fresh and shiny as ever with no errors no more!

We couldn’t have survived this without Nasser‘s help from Blog37.

Thank you Nasser & Hamad