Hey !

I know I used to update on a daily basis bas I have so much work to do lately that I really don't have a lot of time on my hands. Next week I'll be done and I'll probably update the blog Thursday (May 7th). Also, the next post will be from 5aled's point of view, and it was really hard writing it because, well, I'm not a guy and I don't know how guys function.

Oh, and just incase you were wondering, the story is 100% made up. 

Meaning I'm not Juju, meaning I'm not a bitchy person in real life. So yeah ...

One last thing. I want to thank everyone who has been reading the blog. Before this, I didn't write at all and I'm hoping to improve my writing skills from your wonderful blogs :D 

So thanks everyone !

The Tables Have Been Turned (5)

Ok, so here's the next part, as promised :D

I hope you guys like it .. 

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Continued from the previous diary entry…

So I picked up the phone…
“Aloo” he said
“Hala, shlonik?”
“il7amdillah, inti?”
“I’m good 5aled” I said. Ok fine, maybe it was a little too rude. But he was interrupting my tanning time
“Juju… laish matridee 3al messegaat?”
“Oh, sorry … I didn’t get anything! There must be something wrong with the network hnee in Dubai. Madree.”

Yes. I lied. I actually did get his messages. He asked me how I did on my exam and random stuff like that. You probably think I’m a bitch right? Anyway.. as I said before, I want to take my mind off of everything and everyone.

“I missed you these couple of days, I thought shay 9ar ”

All I could think was ‘Dude. Chill. It hasn’t even been three/four days’

“Wait.. Aish? You’re in Dubai?!” Mhmmm. I didn’t tell him. Must have slipped my mind.

“5aled. What? So al7een you’re mad at me 3lshan I didn’t tell you that I was going to Dubai with Sara?”

“Im not mad. Laish I get mad? Bil3aks 7beebti, have fun. A9lan you need that after your exams.”

Ok diary, don’t get me wrong. I know I'm being rude to him... but after he said those three words to me. I couldn’t even talk to him anymore. I mean, we were good at first, he just had to ruin it by saying that.

“Oh … ok. Anyway, I’m kinda tanning so I have to go.  Bye”

After that I turned to Sara.

“SARAAAA why isn’t he breaking up with me? Isn’t he supposed to be mad at me for not answering his messages and phone calls? Or for not telling him that I’m traveling?!”

“WHAT! You want him to break up with you? When did this happen? WHY??!”

“Umm. Hello? Have you not been paying attention to the latest updates? He said I love you. I obviously can’t stay in this relationship anymore”

“Juju. Chub ok? Just shut up. The dude loves you. Do you know how many girls would LOVE to be in your place right now? W it’s not like he’s an ass, 5aled’s an amazing guy..."

“Saraaa, I don’t know what to do. I didn’t get together with him to find love. Come on, you know that. I just wanted to get my mind off of other things and it worked. Im fixed, so there’s really no need for 5aled anymore”

“JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJ! shfeech? Are you listening to yourself. Please, for a second replay what you just said in your head. Umm, you don’t need him anymore? WHAT THE HELL. Like he’s some toy you’re using and then you throw him away when his purpose is gone. Listen to me, you are not breaking up with him. If you don’t want him to love you then make him fall out of love with you, bas don’t be like ‘Hey 5aled, by the way it’s over. Thanks, bye’. “

“Sarooo…” I didn’t have time to finish my sentence. You have no idea what happened to me next. NO IDEA. I took a quick look at my phone and I saw his name on the screen. And right there, on my screen was:

Connected.
5aled Al X
+96650…
Mobile

I actually think for a split second there, my heart stopped functioning. Then, it started beating so hard against my chest I thought it was going to push its way out of my body mn kthr ma how fast it was beating. Then, I disconnected the call and started hyperventilating.

He heard everything…

The Tables Have Been Turned (4)

Ok, so .. I had a really long post but I decided to split it into two posts. So I'm posting this one now and the next one some time tomorrow.

+ For the people who are waiting for a post with Masha3el, I'm sorry but you'll have to wait a little bit longer .. 

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Friday, May 30^th, 2009

Today I woke up at around 7:30am. Sara was still passed out on the sofa, and I didn’t want to wake her up, so I went out and decided to tan on our very large balcony. I heard guys’ voices and loud music coming from next door, but I didn’t mind the music, and it’s not like the guys can see me tanning. With my iPod on shuffle, I laid down and soaked up the early morning sun.

About an hour later, Sara came out with a sun dress on and started to say something. I couldn’t hear her because of Lady GaGa’s Poker Face, and after I removed my earphones and told her I had no idea what she said she just gave me a really confused look and casually pointed behind me.

Shit. Why do the stupidest most embarrassing things happen to me?
Yes, the guys had a clear view of me. I did not notice that we had (for god knows what reason) a shared balcony!

YOU’D THINK SOMEONE WOULD NOTICE THESE THINGS
But, in my defense, it was the morning and all I was interested in was tanning…

And the guys who were now on the balcony had a clear view of me. Tanning. Just laying there. Oh My God. I had no idea what to do. I didn’t see them because I had my eyes closed the entire time!

I went into panic mode, but I didn’t show it. I looked at Sara, I was trying to not scream and run inside, and I told her that we should order breakfast and head back inside. After ordering two orange juices and scrambles eggs, we sat on the couch…

“JUJU … shda3wa machifteehom” she said to me
“Sarooo !!! fsheeela .. wallah I didn’t see them, kint 7a6a il music 3al loud w ga3da im tanning.. w a9lan why does this stupid hotel link balconies! Ana I came with you, NOT THEM! So why are our balconies linked?!”
“Whatever, the balcony thing doesn’t matter. Did you see the guys though, Oh My God. Kl wa7ad a7la mn il thanee! I actually thought you went tanning outside just to look at them”
“Yeah Sara, first I’m a player w al7een I’m a slut. Shfeeech?! I thought you knew me better than that” It actually hurt, but I said it nonchalantly and as a joke, so I don’t think she picked up on my slightly hurt ego.
“Laa juju, I’m just saying!”

After that conversation and breakfast, we headed to the beach.
The beach. Just saying that relaxes you, don’t you agree? Anyway, yeah … we went to the beach. We stayed there for five hours ! It was mostly spent tanning, and in peace and quiet. But, that doesn’t usually last long and I was interrupted by a phone call from Khaled. I had to pick it up since, “I loved him too”. Urgh. 

The Tables Have Been Turned (3)

NOTE:

The story used to be called "Is It Love?". Bas then, while browsing around blogger I found another blog with the exact same name and I was like :O

So yeah, I changed the name to "The Tables Have Been Turned" w I guess it still fits in a way :P

Also, this isn't exactly the best post. But I promise, the next ones will be better and more "action-filled", kinda. + Sorry for the short post ... 

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Thursday, May 29^th, 2009

You will not believe what happened to me today.
I was fast asleep, and I had a beautiful dream, which I can’t remember.
Doesn’t that piss you off? When you know you had an amazing, euphoric, over the clouds dream and then, when your alarm wakes you up (or whatever wakes you up) your dream just comes to a complete halt and you wake up, not remembering anything from that wonderful dream? Other than the fact that it was incredible, akeed. Urghh.
Not the point.
Anyway, as my dream trailed off into nothingness I heard a loud noise. It seemed like it was coming from outside, like a person was drilling something outside my house annoyingly and very loudly. I looked to my left and the sun’s rays coming through the curtain blinded me, it was daylight. I looked to my left and saw that my phone was lit, and it vibrating so loudly (that was the drilling noise I had heard, which ruined my dream :( ). I answered it,

“Alooo Juju wenichhh ?! kalamtich like meet marra bas ma radeity 3alay, yalla we’re boarding in like 40 minutes, you’re supposed to be here”

Ana. Ri7t. Feeha.

I shut the phone on her face. I looked at the time. Shit. It was 11:20 and I was in my bed. Thank god I hadn’t left my packing for the last minute. I shot out of bed, and I went straight into the shower. I finished my shower in 10 minutes, and I got dressed. I wore red sandals, a white sun dress and I grabbed my red Jimmy Choo bag (which I * thank god * prepared the day before, with all the things I would need for the flight). I looked in the mirror, and saw that my hair was still half wet and wasn’t done. What was I supposed to do with my unruly hair? I knew that as soon as I got into the plane, the pressure would instantly make it frizz up, and stay that way. I tied it into a messy bun and left the house. Just as I was putting the keys into the ignition I looked down at myself, and great.
Just great.
I forgot to wear my 3abaya. I ran into the house, put it on and left. My suitcase was probably already in the plane by the time I left the house, my driver had taken it to the airport a few hours before I even woke up.

The flight wasn’t long at all. Mala7agt I sit illa the announcement comes up to put our seatbelts on and get ready for landing. The hotel wasn’t far at all; we stayed at the X hotel. Sara didn’t feel jetlagged at all, and neither did I. We wanted to leave the hotel, and obviously, we didn’t have time to go tanning. So we decided to head to the mall. There was something about the malls here in Dubai. It’s not like in Doha where I can’t stand to be around the people (mainly I think it’s the feeling you get that all eyes are on you and that you are constantly being judged by the people) so you go in the mall, do what you have to do and leave. Here, you just go to the mall for the sake of going to the mall, I can spend all day at the malls here in Dubai and not feel agitated and insecure. I get insecure all the time, and I’m always paranoid. To the extreme.

We shopped till we couldn’t feel our legs anymore, we had way too many bags and anyways, we practically bought everything we needed in just one day – and everything we didn’t need. Tomorrow’s going to be the most fun I’ve had in a long time, and I’m looking forward to it. And now, I’m sitting in the living room of the suite, writing this, with Friends (a TV show I can never get enough from) ready to start playing and sara giving me an angry look because she wants to start watching ... 

So, the swalif of Ross, Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Joey and Chandler are waiting for me. 

Bye ...  

The Tables Have Been Turned (2)

Wednesday, May 28^th, 2009

I’m still not over what happened yesterday. A9lan she knows I never went into this in search of ‘The One’ and love. Bas kint abee rebound, w my hott second cousin from Saudi Arabia sounded like the perfect choice.

And what ever happened to the stereotype that guys were just fooling around and that they don’t get into a relationship to find love? I needed that stereotypical guy, and I just happened to end up with the one who wants to find love. *yay for me *  - not.

I mean, I know relationships don’t go according to plan. My last few have been a complete catastrophe. And one of them shouldn’t even count as a relationship to begin with, it only lasted a few weeks.

Anyway, I’m not going to bore you with the story of my exes, that’s for another diary entry. I’m going to talk about what I did today…

So, I woke up feeling mad. Then the madness turned into guilt when I looked at my phone and saw that there was a star on top of my blackberry messenger icon.
It was from Khaled.
Thank god it didn’t say what he told me yesterday.
If I was to be reminded of that as soon as I woke up I would have been frenzied and totally out of control.
The message read: ‘Good morning 7abeebti, inshallah you do well 3al imti7an ;*’
Nice. I felt sooo bad for lying to him about having an exam. But what was I supposed to do?
Next, the BBM from Sara that read: ‘Yalla gooomeee we need to go buy sun dresses and bikinis for Dubai!’

That message lifted my spirits. I had completely forgotten that I was going with her to Dubai over the weekend. We needed some time off, and what better way to relax than sitting on a beach, listening to the waves and having the blazing hot sun’s rays on my back- Not in Doha of course.

* Oh, by the way diary, I finished all my courses this year and I just have a couple of papers to hand in. Then, I’ll be done with my third year of uni! *

Back to the subject. So I quickly got dressed, skinny jeans and a tank top was the way to go, with high heels of course. I quickly ran down the stairs after I got dressed, wore my 3abaya and I called Sara to tell her I was on the way to pick her up. I got into my car and drove to her house, it took me the usual ten minutes to get there and we headed to villagio.

We started off in the marka section, not finding anything worth buying. I never really like going to that section, it’s always filled with pervy guys trying to scope out girls. And plus, personally, for some reason I never find any nice sun dresses and bikinis in that section.

So we went to top shop. Thank the lord for top shop. Il9ara7a, everything you need can be found in that one store. Hot leggings, cool tank tops, shorts, pretty sundresses and perfect bikinis. I was in a daring mood and decided to get a white bikini with a gold chain, damn it’s hot! I also got an emerald one, which perfectly suited my body. They had an amazing assortment of shorts, so I got one of each color! Sara got a dark blue bikini and a really cool orange tankini. I could just imagine us sitting on the beach, the sun on our backs, with our minds off of everything and most importantly, everyone.

The car ride back to Sara’s house was spent mostly in silence, except for T.I rapping in the background. I never really understood why she liked him and enjoyed listening to his songs. Every time I hear one of his songs I shudder, I can’t take it, but she begged me to try to listen to him, and I did. As we neared the turn into her house she got a message from her boyfriend. Something about needing to talk to her urgently. She didn’t seem worried about it, so I didn’t say anything.

Now I’m at home, comfortably sitting on my bed writing this. My suitcase is packed messily, but who cares? and I’m ready for Dubai. My flight leaves at 12 pm, so I have to go to bed now. Good night.

PS – OMG,  I can’t believe I didn’t mention this. During the car ride Sara turned to me and said
“Juju, bagolich shay…” I could hear the hesitation in her voice, and I could tell that she wasn’t sure if she should carry on talking
“Sara, shfeech? Tell meeee”
“Ok … ummm … Masha3el bitkoon in the hotel we’re staying at in Dubai” She said it so fast, that I could barely make out what she was saying, but I made out the name Masha3el

I could feel the anger inside of me, the anger that I suppressed for months was starting to claw out of me and I didn’t know what to do or think. I didn’t want to go to Dubai anymore, there was no way I was going to be in the same place as her.

“Sara, WHICH Masha3el?”
“Ya3ne which Masha3el? THAT Masha3el”

Ok diary, I can’t even think of this anymore, I’m gonna go sleep. More updates next time !
Bye … 

The Tables Have Been Turned (1)

Tuesday, May 27^th, 2009

Dear Diary,
Woah, I feel so lame already. Ok so by writing this diary I’m not making a statement that my life is actually worth reading about, like Anne Frank or whoever else kept a diary that was discovered later on. I just want a place where I can be honest and spill all my thoughts onto, so I decided to start a diary/journal thing.
Here it goes …

 

I was on the phone with my boyfriend …

I could hear him inhale, and I could sense that he stiffened a little bit. ‘Oh god, I bet something’s going on. I hope it’s not anything bad.’ I thought

“Ab’3a agoolik shay bas please don’t feel like you have to reply, w law t7iseen it’s too soon gooleelee ok?”
“Umm… ok” What was up with that? Oh god, I actually felt like I was about to be sick
“I love you”. He said it confidently. And I could hear him exhale, happily. I could sense that he was loosening up, and obviously he was waiting for a reply.

After, all I could think was “Shit. Shit shit shit shit SHIT. Oh. My. God. He said those words. The words.” I’m actually still in shock, it’s like I heard them, but I didn’t. You know? What was I supposed to do next?

‘Say something, anything… just don’t make him wait’ I thought to myself.

“Me too” I finally whispered after a long, uncomfortable and very awkward  – for the both of us- pause. I was hoping he heard me, I barely heard myself, bas I was so not going to repeat that.

He let out a sigh of relief. It was barely audible, but I just about could hear it. Ok, good. So he heard me.

“jojo, mn jid you scared me, ma fakart bitridee 3alay” he said.
Technically ma radait 3aleih.
“La shda3wa, akeed barid 3aleik .. w a9lan glt inna I don’t have to rid 3aleik if I thought it was too soon”
“I know, bas I hoped you would”
“Ok, tara  lazem anam, 3indee imti7an bkra”
“Ok 7abeebti, Inshallah tinja7ee”

And I shut the phone. I let out a huge sigh of relief that the phone call had ended and that I made up a believable excuse to get off the phone. That had got to be the worst phone call ever. I had no idea what to do, I was so taken aback by what he said, and it was so random and out of the blue.

I had no idea what to do next. And plus, it was 3:30am. I didn’t want to wake up my friend Sara, so I just texted her:

‘Saroo, lama itgoomeen text me back :(‘

She called me five minutes after I sent her the message.

“Alooooo” She drowsily said. I could tell she wasn’t up, my message probably woke her up. I actually wasn’t going to tell her what happened because she sounded so unfocused, but I did tell her
“Saroo, galee I love you”
“Mabroooooook !” Ok, so I had gotten her attention, she was definitely not in a haze anymore, I heard her sit up in bed. Why did she think this was a good thing?
“Sara!”
“Ilnaas egooloon allah ebarik feech”
“Laa sara ! mabee, this is NOT a good thing. Il mshkila inna I know he means it ! Shasaweee?! W after he said it gilt me too!” I was freaking out. I knew he meant it, obviously… It was Khaled, he wouldn’t say something like this if he didn’t mean it
“Yeah Jo, say it without meaning it!” she was obviously being sarcastic.
“Madree Saro, mabee I break his heart. I’ll just go along with it I guess.”
“Johara!! Shfeech?! Ya3nee btil3been 3aleih??!”
“Sara, don’t put it like that. W ma7ad gal I don’t like him, I just don’t Love him, bas!”

I got so mad at her I just had to get off the phone. I told her I’ll speak with her about this tomorrow. I can’t believe  she called me a player!

Anyways, I’m going to bed now … Bye !  

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Hey you guys !! 

I'm new to this whole blogging/story writing thing w I've been inspired by a couple of members here, and I started to write a bit. I hope you guys like it, w feedback (good or bad) is always appreciated !

Thanks :)