21
Mar

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I was sent this video via an email, and I just had to share it with you. It’s Dr Norman Finkelstein’s speech at the University of Waterloo. Dr Finkelstein’s mother and father and his family from both side suffered in concentration camps, and some of them were exterminated. That experience, instead of making him play the victim’s role for the rest of his life, it made him speak against brutalization everywhere, and more importantly against the “holocaust industry” and the concept of forcing guilt out of people to justify Israel’s cruelties and injustices.

Thanks Taymoor

 





You know when you hear about something for the first time and then you find everybody talking about it later? well that happened on thursday.

I heard about a ridiculous new fad (Kuwaitis never fail to surprise me with their fads) about a new popcorn place that opened in Dubai, called Garret popcorn. People have been going crazy about it in kuwait and have their relatives or friends, whoever is going to Dubai, bring them some of this special popcorn Read the rest of this entry »

 




19
Mar

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I went for the first time yesterday and I loved it. It has this beautiful Kuwaiti energy all around it and unlike any of the other exhibitions I attended, all of the attending people are actually happy to be there. The attendants were from all age groups, old men and women on wheelchairs and walking sticks, and girls all in their best Eid attires.

The booths were all nicely set. Lots of creative ideas, and some not so creative ones. Lots of maids doing their backstage work.. well don’t get me wrong, lots and lots of booths were run by their Kuwaiti owners, but some of them were a joke, but they were little and far in between.

I’m proud of them. I couldn’t take many pictures coz there were lots of people on thursday and it was hard to take pictures.

Click for more pictures and info about P2BK

 




17
Mar

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½ cream milk was nice enough share some of the pictures he took while at P2Bk today. These are some random pictures of the place and the booths.
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After having lunch at Maki we decided it’s time for a great dessert, and the white chocolate blondie was so fitting to our post Maki mood, (Speaking of Maki, did you notice how Maki’s menu has more deep-fried mayo-covered and cheese-sprinkled dishes than any of the fast food joints? that’s not the point of the post)

The white chocolate blondie is a dessert available in Applebee’s, it’s basically a white chocolate cake with bits of walnuts in it, it’s chewy and a brownie like in texture, topped with a vanilla ice cream scoop and white buttery maple syrup sauce, all presented in a hot skillet. It’s thick, delicious, filling and Sweet and is guaranteed to ruin your figure in seconds so don’t attempt it if your health matters at all. (and I digress again).

The thing is, it has changed, and isn’t the same anymore. They changed the recipe, it was a great disappointment. We let the manager know that we hated it. He was a nice guy and he admitted that he was worried when he knew we were here just for the blondie, coz he had many blondie regulars over the past couple of weeks complain about the sudden change in the recipe. So yeah, he told us he’s going to let their american suppliers know about the negative feed back and all.

The White Chocolate Blondie in it’s heydays was the best dessert anyone could have in Kuwait!

 




17
Mar

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P2BK, the biggest event of it’s kind, is now open for the public from the 17th till 19th of March. The event is held in Kuwait international fair ground, Hall 8 from 10am to 2pm and then from 4pm to 9:30.

P2BK

 





X-Cite (AlGhanim Electronics) in Fahaheel is now open throughout the month 24/7. So if you ever get up in the middle of the night and need to buy a plasma tv right away, you know where to go.

Thanks Fawaz

 





I learned last week from my brother that there is a difference between the White capped bottles and the blue capped ones. I always thought it’s just a design difference, but turned out the colors indicate a lower sodium version of the bottled water.

Yeah so the white cap means low sodium and the blue cap is regular water. This might be helpful if you’re trying to lower you daily Sodium intake or in a low sodium diet.

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NBK has a new offer for you guys. Use their online banking to perform any of the below transactions and get a chance to win a state of the art netbook and an annual subscription with Zain’s E-Go:

  • Account to account transfer
  • Credit Card payment
  • Bill Payments
  • Online Statement request
  • Local and international transfer
  • Account opening

They’ll have 3 winners each month. Draw dates are on the 11th of each of April, May and June. Click here to read the offer.

NBK

 





Furtune’s annual list of ‘most admired companies’ is out and guess who topped it? now guess who couldn’t make it to the top 10 and landed on 11?

In your face windows people! :P

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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:

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Ad #3

Thanks Abdullah

 





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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 :P

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

 




07
Mar

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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.

 





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.

 




04
Mar

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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.

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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

 





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.

 




02
Mar

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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