Reflections of A Princess

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Journal of a Single Gal in Q8 - Episode Five

From last episode...

"As she settled under her umbrella at the beach, she greeted the sea, "my best friend" she thought to herself. Looking at her bag she noticed the card. Should I call, should I not call, random thoughts kept running through her head. There was only one thing to do that would be able to distract her. She picked up the latest issue of Cosmopolitan from her bag and began to flip through the pages.

Sooner or later she will have to answer herself of whether she was to call or not but for now, Cosmopolitan was keeping her happy."

No sooner had she began to read an interesting article on "How To improve your Love Life" her telephone rang. It was Lolita.

"Whach ya doing hon?" she asked.

"Reading an article on how to improve my love life or should I say lack of! What's up with you?" she asked.

"I'm over at the swimming pool and I have a seat saved for you. Come and join me, you know I hate the beach!" she answered.

She still couldn't understand how anyone could love tanning but hate the beach! At any rate, she figured she'd had enough solitude for the day and it was time to socialize.

As she gathered her belongings and headed for the pool she could hear DJ Crow's music blasting away. She took a deep breath and hoped that his mood was better than last week "please no house music" she mumbled to herself.

She was reassured by the sound of good music, the type that one could actually dance to but much to her surprise, she noticed a group of girls gathering around the DJ and were actually dancing! They were wearing their bikinis and their tatoes as they danced away for the whole club's entertainment.

Although she appreciated their "I-COULDN'T-GIVE-A-DAMN" attitude, she still couldn't understand how the demography of Kuwait had changed so much. She admitted that she had mixed feelings about the whole thing. This was not something you could see happen a few years ago. Yes, the new generation had a world of their own and no one was going to mess with them "But what guts they had!" she thought.

Although she'd felt that she wanted Kuwait to give up some of its restrictions but dancing around the pool with a bikini was definately a bit too much. Adding to the scene was the drooling that the men were doing while staring at the girls. The predators were observing their prey. She was tempted to go up to one particular guy and close his mouth, he had it wide open but that would mean she'd have to touch him which was a grossem thought. Looking around, she smirked to herself, all of sudden most men around the pool were getting the sudden urge to itch! "Perverts!" she said.

Finally, she gave in to the feeling of disgust and headed to her friend and told her that she was leaving. She'd seen enough.

The next week had moved really fast. Her job was becoming more demanding everyday. She had been expecting that September was going to be busy but when it reached the point that she hardly had time to pee, it was getting to be frustrating.

By the time the weekend had arrived, she suddenly found herself sitting on her bed with the quiteness as she unconciously reached for the business card that she'd kept in her bag. She needed the excitement so she dialed the number and heard a recording "This number is no longer in service.". She couldn't stop laughing. Had she waited too long to call? Had it been a temporary number from the start? "Oh well" she thought. In a crazy way, she felt relief. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be, she concluded.

Her thoughts were interupted by the sound of the telephone. She knew who it was. It was her Mr. Big. This was always the case, whenever she found herself about to do something out of the ordinary, he'd call. It was like he felt it. She had no doubt that he was telepathically connected to her somehow and always knew something was up.

"Hi...listen.." he had the radio on. Mohammed Al-Jasmi was singing his famous song. He began to sing the words to her and she just listened. He had to have done something as cute as this, she thought to herself, typical! He knew her melting points. It was one of her favorite songs.

That was the trouble with her, she was a sucker for romance. She'd often blamed it on the fairytales that she'd watched as a child. It dawned on her one day when she'd past by her sister's house and found her neices watching Cinderalla. She was furious and told her sister that it wasn't right to have the kids watch it. Her sister just laughed and told her to take a chill pill! In the end, she found herself arguing about it in her head and wrote down her thoughts:

Too many movies on Love Conquering All
When I have kids, they can watch Hannibal
Cinderella a maid, no Prince nor ball
Plenty of lavish tears and a great steep fall

Bedtime stories shouldn't be Winnie the Pooh
They oughta be "Woman are from Venus & Men from Timbuktu"

Mind you, my kids can have their dreams
but only on "How to be a Millionaire" schemes

None of that Prince Charming mumbo jumbo
Just silly movies like Bambi or Dumbo

One is looking for its Mom, the other wants to fly
Perfect to share with kids and sure to make them cry

No more stories about Tarzan and Jane
why let them dream when it's all about pain

So spare the kids the agony in their little head
and stick to Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet...they both end up dead!

She was jolted back to reality by his next question. "How are your parents these days?" he asked. She thought it was a strange question. "What's that about?" she wondered. "They're fine," she answered.

"I hope they're not going to be travelling soon" he continued. She felt her stomach flip. "Why?" she asked. "Oh nothing" he replied. She could tell he was smiling when he said that. "They just got back so I don't expect they'll be going anywhere soon" she said. "Good" she heard him say, as her mind drifted away to other thoughts. Would he really actually propose? (Even though he knew that her Mom had rejected the idea a few years back?)

They'd been up and down this road before and she didn't think she had the energy to fight anymore. Come to think of it, lately she was beginning to think that being single was not such a bad thing. She had everything she needed. She had a good job, a family that loves her, plenty of friends, she could travel wherever she wanted, etc. In reality there were just a few key reasons that she should get married, one was to fill the void on those lonely nights (which lately weren't that many anyway) and two, to have kids.

Being an over worrier, she knew life would be tough. She'd smother her kids with worry. She actually imagined that she'd probably go with them to school just to make sure they were never bullied! It was silly but she knew herself. She was a worrier and it wasn't something that she could help. It wasn't easy being a "worse case scenario" person. She could just imagine the whole thing, first, she'd be pregnant and worry if the child had a defect or would be still born, once born, she'd worry if he'd be hit by a bus or run over by a car or have some fatal illness or just be be disappointed about love.

Yes, she felt pretty strong about not bringing children into the world so that she wouldn't see them be disappointed. In fact, she humbly admitted that she wasn't even sure if she could handle it! It may have felt bad to admit this but she appreciated the change in perspective. She used to just want to jump in and have kids without even considering the facts. Now, she's come to realise that it was a serious business and with her change of attitude she sensed that she was finally growing up.

She had to admit that if it wasn't for people's questions "Are you married?" or other comments, she really couldn't miss something that she'd never experienced. Her life was just fine the way it is, at least that's how she'd felt at that moment.

Then again, she asked herself, "if you really didn't want to get married, why then did you get butterflies in your stomach when he asked about your parents?" She knew the answer, for try as she may to say that she wasn't in love, in fact, she was deeply, deeply in love with him and he was the only person she'd consider marrying, if it wasn't for the obstacles. She needed a miracle and she needed it soon.

Their telephone conversation was coming to an end and he told her that he'd call her later. She needed her brain to stop over analyzing. She had to stop thinking about this particular subject. She needed some fresh air. She finally picked up the phone once again and dialled the number from the business card. This time there was no recording, it rang twice and she finally heard a voice saying "hello"....

"Is this Basil?" she asked.

To be continued...

35 Comments:

At 1:29 AM, Blogger Shopaholic Q8eya said...

LOL, OK OK OK..

Way too many comments.

THe dancing girls, hehehe no comment really. But hey it is true and it happens ;p

This girl reminds me of myself. By the way, does she have a name?

Mr.Big, LOL I want one. I love it how he is always there at the right time.

finally, Basil? hmm weird choice of name.

 
At 2:03 AM, Blogger MissCosmoKuwait said...

shopaholic q8eya...ok..ok...I want more of your comments!..:)...

First...you think I should give the character a name?..got some suggestions....(since she reminds you of you..shall I use yours..;)...as for the choice of name Basil...there's a reason for the weird choice....which you will soon find out in episode six..:)

 
At 2:21 AM, Blogger Hopeless Poet said...

The name Basil sounds familiar :D

 
At 3:26 AM, Blogger Shopaholic Q8eya said...

Misscosmo,
I am laughing out loud. Do I know you? LOL LOL LOL I think I know what will happen next. Trust me you don't want your girl to have my name ;P

 
At 3:51 AM, Blogger Temetwir said...

i like the whole poem about the kids and her worrying for them

 
At 4:03 AM, Blogger MissCosmoKuwait said...

hopeless poet...you think???..who...who???

shopaholic Q8eya...give me the first letter of your name and I'll tell you if I know you...heheheh...or at least I'll make up a name that starts with that letter..:)!

temetwir...7aya Allah temetwir...wainak yubba...glad you liked the poem...saw the pics of your aparment....typical student life...Allah yisa3dek..hope you get a bigger sink soon!

 
At 4:05 AM, Blogger Baroque said...

way to go MissCK!!! i love it! loved how you wove reality and fiction together.. or is it true? hmmm... + let me just say that you are so0o0o creative mashallah! the poem was genius.. the whole story is genius.. girl you have skills!

bs there's one thing i don't get..she sounds weird, she has this great guy calling and being there for her and actually loving her, yet she wants to explore foreign territories by calling basil, whats up with that?

i thought that love would conquer all or something.. is there something wrong with her relationship with her mr.big? or am i just a hopeless romantic?

 
At 4:55 AM, Blogger MissCosmoKuwait said...

charisma darling....you are always one step ahead of everyone...:)..personally I always believe that love would conquer all...we'll just have to wait and see in this case if it does...:)

 
At 5:51 AM, Blogger kuwaitigirl said...

girls like to play the field too...there's nothing wrong with her exploring all her options.. THis girl rocks! what's her name again?;)

 
At 5:57 AM, Blogger Shopaholic Q8eya said...

lets call her shopy ;p

 
At 6:56 AM, Blogger A3sab said...

Misscosmo, the part where the girls dancing... I saw that with my own eyes..you know what they looked so "TK" and they were just trying to be cool... however it looked slutty..the whole scene looked weird and I personnally didnt feel comfortable. I would be totally cool with it if they werent Kuwaiti or if it was happening in dubai or any other place but here in Kuwait it was too much for my taste...u can call me a hypocrite or whatever but i cant help how i feel.
Smart writing when is the next part plz dont take too long..

 
At 7:14 AM, Blogger PeTiTa said...

can't wait for the next episode : )

 
At 3:08 PM, Blogger Jan6a said...

Hmm.. i dont get hot she dialed the number awal mara uw 6ila3 - blah blah uw thany mara it rang? Y3ny dagat '3ala6 but her gut instinct told her to give it another shot??

And surprisingly enought i didnt have to read Part 4 again i remembered it all heheh

 
At 3:47 PM, Blogger Sty said...

3ad 9ij "Palms" 9ar kila "whoa man american school cool dude i'm gonna go buy me some beer" ba3dain oma idig 3alay at 7pm itgoola yala rid il bait. looool and once again he has to hang his oversized fake fubu and yalbis il preppy pants and startch drenched shirt :P (At5ayalhoum Steve Urkles *sp*)

Anyways nice I like where its going oo Mr. Big shakla 7aqeer dont really know why :)

 
At 10:42 PM, Blogger samboose said...

Ok I've decided you just HAVE TO WRITE A BOOK!!!I think you should save all these and officuially turn it into a best seller. I'm just positive that there are so many that would absolutely love it!!!

Plus I reallly think you shouldn't take tooo long in posting your episodes!!!! I think it's obvious you've got us hooked....he he he!!

A3sab, as always you take the words right out of my mouth. It's something about the way they do the extremes here that makes them fas3een. I don't think it's a double standard issue as much as appropriate behaviour.

Like for example the way the dress to shop almost looking like they're going clubbing....Not cool!

 
At 11:15 PM, Blogger MissCosmoKuwait said...

kuwaitigirl....I've just been calling her "She"...but I'm up for suggestions....

shopaholicQ8eya...hhmmm..ya3ni bil 3arabi....9ookiya???...madri???..:)

a3sab...I absolutely agree with you...and you're definately not a hypocrite...on the contrary..I think they are..and it's good to know that someone out there feels the same way!...As for the next part...I'd love to write sooner but my computer for some reason keeps freezing up these days and driving me nuts...hopefully I'll get it fixed soon (better still..I might just buy myself a labtop..now that would be cool!)

petita...thanks girl!

jan6a...and you thought you have a short memory...hehehehe..:)

sty...LOl...7elwa..I imagined his Mom calling him and saying yalla rid el bait..too funny.....it's funny el 7areem think Mr. Big is great and you think he's 7akeer..hhmmm...this is very interesting...

Samboose darling..that's so sweet...thank you 7abeebti...now all I need is to find me a good publisher...:)

 
At 1:21 AM, Blogger Shopaholic Q8eya said...

Call her "Lama"

 
At 1:46 AM, Blogger Peach said...

I LOVE el jasmi!!! his voice has a way of creeping into your head and vibrating there!

And NO it's not the fairytales ;p she's a sucker for romance because the girl who created her is a Pisces ;p

 
At 2:56 AM, Blogger Entrepreneur said...

Damn u write alot!

Interesting party you described...

 
At 4:09 AM, Blogger Sty said...

Well maybe cause I'm a guy oo a3arif 5arabee6houm :P

 
At 6:10 AM, Blogger Equalizer said...

Wooohoo this one is loaded with action! I like the way she has limits to certain things and not part of the "echo generation".

 
At 8:32 AM, Blogger MissCosmoKuwait said...

equalizer..."echo generation"...interestingly put!

sty...are you saying that all guys have 5arabee6...mushkila if that's true!

enterpreneur...welcome! sorry you thought it was too long...but when I'm on a roll I can't stop...

Peach...LOL...you got me there girl! We pisces aim to please...:)

shopaholicQ8eya...Lama?? actually I was thinking of just nicknaming her Princess...what do you think?

 
At 1:04 PM, Blogger Sty said...

Not ALL guys, la2 there are good ones out there..WAYID good ones bas ilmoshkilla intow ma itshoofoonhoum :P Bas madry a7is this guy is fake. Ya3ny kinda typical aroo7 alif oo al7ag banat oo akalim 25+ girls at one time :P

 
At 10:14 PM, Blogger MissCosmoKuwait said...

sty...please enlighten me and tell me how does one recognize el zain min el shain 9al 3omrak??..:)

 
At 11:09 PM, Blogger samboose said...

I think a nick name's a good idea, but not princess it's to flouflou. Something else. Maybe that's the scorpio in me;)

Sty....hmmmm from your prespective what the perfect way to meet a guy? I mean in our society it's not hard to judge from those that are really open minded and mean well versus those that create the image with not so pure intentions.

 
At 6:27 AM, Blogger MissCosmoKuwait said...

ok...how about Hind, Amal or Hope....I like Hope...

 
At 6:57 AM, Blogger Sty said...

Well awal shay openminded or not that doesn't mean ina il wa7id y5alif his culture right? I'm open-minded and see no harm in relations that don't go farther than friends or class mates, nothing more. Other friends of mine don't see that there should be any other relation between a guy and girl that is not based on work.

And Miss cosmo, fe alot of factors depending on the situation, you might need an entire post :P

 
At 10:44 AM, Blogger Hopeless Poet said...

Hope no! Make it Hopeless :P

 
At 10:56 AM, Blogger Jewaira said...

Brilliant, MissCosmo :) I love the way you touch upon so many things that are happening now and her personality is well-developed. I like Hind or Amal. Not a nickname.
Keep up the great work :)

 
At 11:42 AM, Blogger MissCosmoKuwait said...

sty...ok...how about you list me five things that a lady can tell if a guy is 7akeer...then five things that he's a keeper...??

Hopeless...you want me to name her Hopeless!!??!!!??...

jewaira...thank you! I'm so glad you think so...:)...and I think you're right about the nickname..maybe I'll go with Amal...I like the meaning...and it sounds appropriate for the character...

 
At 12:43 PM, Blogger Hopeless Poet said...

Yeah why not? It is just a name .. I am hopeless poet but you can see that I am cool and fun.. so she will be like me if that is her name :P
And of course you can use the female version of my name .. that will be good too ;)

 
At 2:06 PM, Blogger Sty said...

just by looking at him, or when he talks to her? :p Ba3dain ummm I don't want to say things here and get people worked up and try to kill me :P I'll post it in my blog later how bout that?

 
At 4:58 AM, Blogger MissCosmoKuwait said...

hopeless poet...I think I'm gonna go with Amal...if it's your name as a female version, it would be Amaless...hhmm...what do you think?

sty...can't wait to read all about it!...and hopefully you won't get killed..:)

 
At 6:28 AM, Blogger Hopeless Poet said...

I actually meant my real name :P

 
At 11:17 PM, Blogger mabya3ah said...

It's so sad that they can't marry because of their obstacles.. is it the whole Family name obstacle or religion sect obstacle? Actually I think thats besides the point.. GOOD WORK MCK ;) You should publish this as a short story when ur done.. or get it made into a Ramadan mosalsal ;p hehe just skip the bikini dancing part (which I have seen happen at Mangaf too many times to count ;p

 

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