The Winners Are... Kuwait Academy Blogger Awards

Let's set the scene first...

It's night time at the magnificent ballroom in a five star hotel in Kuwait. The lights are dim and the room is chilled. Ushers are leading bloggers to their rounded tables. Everybody is dressed up for the occasion. Some rush to grab a table to sit with their buddies. The crowd is getting impatient, waiting for the show to begin.

Suddenly the spotlight lights up the stage and in walks MissCosmo wearing a red dress (equivalent to Julia Roberts dress in Pretty Women) as she makes her way to the podium.

"Ladies and Gentlemen" says MissCosmo "Welcome to tonight's results of the Kuwait Academy Blogger Awards!" (the audience roars)."The Executive Committee of the Kuwait Bloggers Awards would like to thank you for your votes and wonderful support. We've received so many great ideas and suggestions that we truly appreciate. Without your support this night would not have been possible! We begin our show tonight with the winners of the first category. To announce the first category, please welcome with me, winner of the best foreign Blog Award in the Saudi Bloggers, NuNu!"

The crowd claps and settles down as NuNu walks in wearing a long white dress (equivalent to Marilyn Monroe's dress in Some like It Hot). Her shiny red hair clearly making a beautiful contrast.

She giggles her way to the podium. "Thank you MissCosmo. It's such a honor to be here. I was so happy to win the best Foreign Award but I must say, it would've meant so much more to me if it was from my own home town. It's sad not to be as popular as you are in a Foreign country.." MissCosmo who is standing next to her, nudges her to get on with it and not turn it into a negative moment. NuNu regains her composure and continues "The winner of the Funniest blog award is" she opens the envelope and giggles "the winner is Bo Maryoum!"

The audience claps and laughs, turning to look for the Funniest blogger who is walking up to the stage to give a speech.

"Thank you so much" says Bo Maryoum as he cracks a joke on his way back to his seat.

MissCosmo continues "Congratulations, Bo Maryoum, I'll definitely be visiting your site from now on! And now to announce the next category of Sexiest Female Blogger, please welcome with me the advisor of the Executive committee, the infamous Purgatory!"

The crowd cheers, claps and some boos can be heard in the distance.

MissCosmo turns to the backstage waiting for Purg to come up to the podium. (He better show up thinks MissCosmo to herself!) After a long pause, Purg walks in wearing a black tuxedo and a "what's the big deal" attitude.

Purg begins "And the winner of the Sexiest Female Blog is..." MissCosmo interrupts "Aren't you going to say a few words first?" giving him a look of horror.

Purg calmly replies "No"

"Why?" asks MissCosmo clearly agitated.

"Because I'm Purg," satisfied to see the agitation in MissCosmo's face, he continues.

"The winner of the Sexiest Female Blog is" Purg opens the envelope and smirks "Jelly Belly!

The men in the audience roar and clap. The crowd is obviously very excited to see the Sexiest Female blogger.

Jelly Belly struts her stuff as she walks up to the microphone and says in a husky voice "Hello boys!" The men in the audience are clearly enjoying this as they roar and whistle.

"I just want to say thank you for all those that voted for me. I'm so touched. " she finishes her sentence with a wink as she struts off stage.

"We're happy to hear that Jelly Belly, ya sexy thang!" says MissCosmo.

"Congratulations!" And now ladies, brace yourselves, we're about to announce the winner of the Sexiest Male blogger!"

MissCosmo nervously opens the envelope hoping to finally meet the Sexiest Male blogger. Her heart is pounding as she looks at the envelope, takes a deep breath and says "Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome with me the Sexiest Male blogger, the one and only, the greatest mystery, The Don!

The women in the audience can't help themselves as they stand up to feast their eyes on the Sexiest Male Blogger.

MissCosmo looks around searching. The spotlight is on the the audience trying to find him but he is no where to be found. Disappointed beyond words, MissCosmo says "Unfortunately, looks like The Don is not with us here tonight but we send him our warmest congratulations."

"For our next category, Most Bizzare Blog, please welcome with me our Executive Board Member, the wonderful and best buddy The Stallion!"

The audience cheers and claps. One particular table begins to whistle and shout, obviously friends of the Stallion!

The Stallion walks up to the podium, dressed to kill. He then looks at the crowd and says "WHAtEVER!". The crowd cheers and screams.

"Thank you," says The Stallion as he begins "It's amazing to see so many bloggers all in one room! I never thought this could ever happen, what with all the drama I saw on my blog! This is great. Anyways, can I have the envelope please," MissCosmo passes him the envelope and he opens it. "Oh my God, the winner of the Most Bizzarre Blog is what do you know, Purgatory!"

Purgatory is obviously very pleased with himself and is not the least bit surprised as he walks up to the microphone and says "Everybody clap or I send you all to the Guillotine!" The crowd roars with laughter and claps as Purgatory proudly steps off the stage.

"For our next category, the best Joint Blog, the winners are" MissCosmo opens the envelope and smiles, "the wonderful, informative, interesting and knowledgeable Misguided & Ms. Baker".

Both Misguided and Ms. Baker known for their maturity and grace step up to the podium, giving their thanks for the award and to the Committee.

"Congratulations to you both and now ladies and gentlemen, before announcing the rest of the categories, we will take a fifteen minute break," announces MissCosmo.

The audience relaxes as they discuss the night so far.

"I better win in one of the categories," says one blogger to the person next to them.

"Don't worry, you will. You're the best," they answer back.

"Oh, thank you. You are too sweet. I love you."

"I love you too. Group hug."

Another blogger hears their conversation and rolls his eyes!

The recess is over and MissCosmo appears "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back. To announce our next category The Most Romantic Blog please welcome back NuNu!" MissCosmo turns to search for NuNu but she is backstage arguing with Purgatory about the night so far. MissCosmo is about to call her name when NuNu realizes it's her turn. She swiftly walks to the microphone and says "And the winner of the Most Romantic Blog is" she opens the envelope and excitingly says Jewaira"!

The audience is clearly excited to see Jewaira as they stand up to give the winner a standing ovation. Jewaira walks elegantly towards the stage, wearing an exquisite black strapless dress with diamond accesories.

In her soft voice she utters the words "Thank you" as the audience melts. The men are drooling and the women are looking on, some in admiration and some in envy.

Purg turns to MissCosmo and says "Come on, announce the next category." MissCosmo clearly enjoying the moment turns to NuNu and asks "What do you think?" NuNu replies, "No, wait. This is so romantic." To that, Purg replies "NuNu, be quite and announce the next category!" Stallion walks in on the conversation and asks "So what's next?"

Finally, all four are standing by the podium and MissCosmo says "Congratulations to the beautiful Jewaira. We have now come to our final two categories, the King and Queen of Blogosphere."

Behind her Purg and NuNu are arguing again. "I really don't see why we have to have a King of Blogosphere category," says Purg.

"If we have a Queen we should have a King," says NuNu.

"No, we don't" says Purg.

"Yes, we do" says NuNu.

"No, we don't"

"Yes, we do"

MissCosmo ignores them both and continues "and the winner of the King of Blogosphere category is Zaydoun!

Zaydoun walks up to the podium and says "And here I was thinking that I'm a failed writer! Thank you for your nominations."

"Congratulations to Zaydoun! We definitely know that you are no failed writer Zaydoun! Last but least, to announce our final category Queen of Blogoshere, please welcome again our very own Stallion. The Stallion takes the envelope and slowly opens it "The winner of the Queen of Blogosphere is Shurouq!

Shurouq stands up and smiles, thinking to herself "what a perfect belated birthday gift" She walks up to the podium and thanks everyone for their nominations.

"Congratulations Shurouq and don't ever leave the Blogosphere. You are truly loved!" says MissCosmo.

"With that, Ladies and Gentlemen, we have come to the end of our night. We hope you enjoyed sharing these moments with us and congratulations to all the winners. Thank you for keeping us entertained through your blogs and we look forward to reading more! You have been a wonderful audience and good luck to next year's Executive Committee. We hope we've been able to start something that would continue on for years to come. For now, enjoy the after night party with drinks and food for everyone!"

MissCosmo exits stage and rushes to the backdoor. NuNu and Purg are still arguing. Stallion has run off to see his friends and the audience is making its way to the buffet.

"I'm sorry you didn't win!" says one blogger to another.

"Are you kidding? I never took it seriously. I was just kidding." replies another blogger.

"But you know that you're the best, sweetie"

"Oh, thanks, you're so sweet. I love you."

"I love you too"

In the distance the same blogger is overlistening, rolls his eyes again and thinks to himself....BLOGGERS!

The night is warm as she stands outside on the sidewalk behind the hotel, frantically looking for a lighter.

She hears the sound of an engine roar. What a powerful sound she thinks to herself as she notices him.

"You missed the party" she says.

"Did I win?" he asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" she teases.

"Would you like a ride MissCosmo?"

"Thought you'd never ask!" she replies.

She hops on his bike and hangs on tight as she rides away in the distance with the Academy Award Winner of the Sexiest Male Blogger...naturally!

I'm Baaaaaaaaaack!

Yes, I am finally back! Thank you to all those that past by to ask about me...it definitely feels wonderful to know that you were missed..:)..mwaaaa...

By the way, if you're planning to go to Hamburg in the near future then let me give you a clue of what to expect:

(1) If they speak to you in German and you look innocently at them and say "English?" they think you've insulted them

(2) Unless you like freezing your butt off and walking in the snow, don't travel there in March

(3) Seeing an episode of Friends in German makes you wonder why you ever liked that show..it kinda loses it's funniness in German!

(4) When you ask for the menu, don't ask for an English menu, you just don't want them to spit in your food. Just order "Salat" and save yourself the trouble!

(5) The fastest word you'll ever learn is Nine which means No and that's what you'll get everytime you ask a question

(6) Frankfurt airport is not as big as it used to be when you were a kid

(7) In their dictionary tourists means trespassers unless you took the time to learn German

(8) When shopping, take a dictionary with you or you'll end up having a huge fight with the sales woman that knows English but pretends that she doesn't 'coz she can't believe you have the nerve not to know German

(9) Do visit a great Italian restaurant called Verdi and avoid the Indian restaurant right next to it...

(10) Last but not least...forget learning German, learn some Turkish to get by with the Taxi drivers

Bottom line...there's no place like home....and damn I missed my machboos!

FINAL REMINDER TO CAST YOUR VOTES

To cast your votes, simply choose the ones you believe deserve it and forward an email with the heading "Annual Kuwait Academy Blogger Awards" with your nominations for each category to any of the Executive Committee Members listed below:

MissCosmoQ8: MissCosmoQ8@hotmail.com

Deadline to cast your vote is March 24th. The results will be announced on April 1st.

So what are you waiting for? Vote for all those who've made you laugh, made you cry, made you dream of a better tomorrow but most importantly made you share their lives with you.

Winners will have the pleasure to know that their bloggers have not gone unnoticed and that's a gift in and of itself!

For those bloggers who's names are not listed, please note that this was purposely made on a smaller scale as a trial for a bigger Academy Award event so don't dismay, you may end up in the next one!

Good Luck to all the nominees and may the best bloggers win!


A. Funniest Blog:

1. Bo_Ghazi
2. Bo Maryoom.
3. 7tenths.
4. Jan6a.
5. Grandma Funk
6. McArabian.
7. Doggizzle.
8. Jazz Central
9. Your choice

B. Queen of the Blogosphere:

1. Shurooq
2. Sheba.
3. Papillona.
4. Samboose.
5. Flamingoliya.
6. Delicately Realistic.
7. NuNu.
8. Your choice

C. King of the Blogosphere:

1. Zaydoun.
2. Nibaq.
3. Q.
4. The Don.
5. Jazz Central.
6. Dr. Lost.
7. Lil Alien.
8. Bo Maryoom
9. Your choice

D. Most Bizzare Blog:

1. Purgatory.
2. Grandma Funk.
3. Vintage.
4. Sponty
5. Temetwir.
6. NuNu.
7. McArabian.
8. Doggizzle.
9. Your choice

E. Most Romantic Blog:

1. The Don.
2. Jewaira.
3. Charisma.
4. Flamingoliya.
5. Misscosmo.
6. Stallion.
7. Ayya.
8. Delicately Realistic.
9. Your choice

F. Sexy Female Blogger:

1. Jelly Belly.
2. Papillona.
3. Jewaira.
4. Closet Diva.
5. Misscosmo.
6. True Faith.
7. Georythm.
8. Samboose.
9. Your choice

G. Sexy Male Blogger:

1. The Don.
2. Bo Ghazi.
3. Jazz Central.
4. Stallion.
5. Dr. Lost
6. iDip.
7. Zaydoun.
8. K The Kuwaiti.
9. Your choice

H. Joint Blogs:

1. Purgatory & Shosho.
2. Misguided & Ms. Baker.
3. Kuwait cosmo.
4. Kila Ma6goog & Al aQra3.
5. Mark & NAT.
6. Your choice

Last Thoughts...

I'm off on a trip and won't be back for a week...but couldn't leave without saying a few words:

(1) If you haven't voted already for the Kuwait Academy Blogger Awards, don't forget to do so before March 24th! Just drop us an email and let us know who your favorites are (check my last post and yes..I could put a link here but do some homework for a change!)

(2) To the Edo Pride gang thank you for the lovely gifts and great food! You guys sure make me laugh!

(3) To my female bloggerete gang, can't wait to get together again for some good old fashioned girl power recharge!

Other thoughts include:

(1) How cold is zero degrees...damn I'm gonna freeze

(2) Carson Dailey on Marina FM sounds so cute...so when Hillary Duff says "Stay tuned to Carson Dailey's most requested"...is she referring to someone that lives in Kuwait or is this pre-recorded? (is this a dumb ass question?)

(3) When faced with a career crossroad of going left or right, does one chose the road less traveled or the safe road?

(4) Same applies with one's personal life..do you stick to those who know you, love you, respect you and treasure you or go out there and expose yourself to new people..knowing that you may become susceptible to those who may misjudge you, label you and possibly have a preconceived idea about who you are...due to your crazy wavy hair, loud laugh and easy going attitude...(but just knowing in your heart that within them lies diamonds in the rough who'll take the time to know that you're more than just that?)

(5) To Jan6a...can't say it enough...thank you for the beautiful birthday package sent to me all the way from wherever you are...amazing! You bring a whole new meaning to thoughfulness...YOU ROCK BABE!

(6) To the Hello Kitty girl...I will miss you babe and wuv u...don't ever change!

With that said..my final thoughts are..."I'm a leaving on a jet plane..."

Until then...Tootles...

REMINDER - Kuwait Academy Blogger Awards

Thank you for all those that casted their votes!

For those people who haven't yet, you still have time and this is a reminder for you to send in your choices (even if they weren't on the list of nominees!)

To cast your votes, simply choose the ones you believe deserve it and forward an email with the heading "Annual Kuwait Academy Blogger Awards" with your nominations for each category to any of the Executive Committee Members, here is my email for easy reference, missCosmoQ8@hotmail.com

Deadline to cast your vote is March 24th. The results will be announced on April 1st.

So what are you waiting for? Vote for all those who've made you laugh, made you cry, made you dream of a better tomorrow but most importantly made you share their lives with you.

Winners will have the pleasure to know that their bloggers have not gone unnoticed and that's a gift in and of itself!

Good Luck to all the nominees and may the best bloggers win!


A. Funniest Blog:

1. Bo_Ghazi
2. Bo Maryoom.
3. 7tenths.
4. Jan6a.
5. Grandma Funk
6. McArabian.
7. Doggizzle.
8. Jazz Central
9. Your choice

B. Queen of the Blogosphere:

1. Shurooq
2. Sheba.
3. Papillona.
4. Samboose.
5. Flamingoliya.
6. Delicately Realistic.
7. NuNu.
8. Your choice

C. King of the Blogosphere:

1. Zaydoun.
2. Nibaq.
3. Q.
4. The Don.
5. Jazz Central.
6. Dr. Lost.
7. Lil Alien.
8. Bo Maryoom
9. Your choice

D. Most Bizzare Blog:

1. Purgatory.
2. Grandma Funk.
3. Vintage.
4. Sponty
5. Temetwir.
6. NuNu.
7. McArabian.
8. Doggizzle.
9. Your choice

E. Most Romantic Blog:

1. The Don.
2. Jewaira.
3. Charisma.
4. Flamingoliya.
5. Misscosmo.
6. Stallion.
7. Ayya.
8. Delicately Realistic.
9. Your choice

F. Sexy Female Blogger:

1. Jelly Belly.
2. Papillona.
3. Jewaira.
4. Closet Diva.
5. Misscosmo.
6. True Faith.
7. Georythm.
8. Samboose.
9. Your choice

G. Sexy Male Blogger:

1. The Don.
2. Bo Ghazi.
3. Jazz Central.
4. Stallion.
5. Dr. Lost
6. iDip.
7. Zaydoun.
8. K The Kuwaiti.
9. Your choice

H. Joint Blogs:

1. Purgatory & Shosho.
2. Misguided & Ms. Baker.
3. Kuwait cosmo.
4. Kila Ma6goog & Al aQra3.
5. Mark & NAT.
6. Your choice

Message To The Blog Log Group

As I type away, I notice my absolutely beautiful purple stoned bracelet while listening to the great sounds of my favorite CD, "the Buddha Bar" through my fantastic new Headphones. My room smells wonderful thanks to my crystal candles as I munch away using my adorable Japanese chopsticks. On my desk, a little beautiful crystal vase with a red flower. These are just some of the gifts I received on my birthday by some of the wonderful bloggers that I had the pleasure to meet and I would like to say Thank you sooo much!

All the presents were absolutely fantastic but to make it even more special and memorable, I also received a diary that I now call my "Blog Log". It was signed by every blogger present with such thoughtful words that truly made my day!

A special thank you to the magnificent Samboose for making sure my day was so special and though fate played a role on that particular day we can only say al-hamdulla 3ala kulli 7al..and inshallah 7'air...

A dear friend once argued that "80% of the bloggers are very nice people" and I must agree with my lovable blogger friend but honestly, giving a stranger a gift was more than nice, it was wonderful so thanks for being you!

Journal of A Single Gal In Q8 - Episode Fifteen

From last episode...

"There's something about me that you need to know and I hope you'll be understanding about it" he explained.

She held her breath, looked into his big blue eyes and waited.

It was a long pause as she wondered in anticipation what he was about to tell her. The worst case scenarios were jumping into her mind. She made a quick summary in her head for any clues. She knew that she'd been just so happy to have found chemistry with someone after having waited for so long. Her last experience had been so tough on her that she had felt sure that this time it was going to be different. The universe owed her, afterall she deserved it! Hadn't she gone through enough rough patches to have this.

He had been staring at her trying to read her mind as she looked up and took a deep breath "Tell me," she said.

He reached for his wallet and opened. It didn't take long for her to notice the pictures of two kids. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Oh God, do I really want to know?" she asked herself.

He was taking out a blue piece of paper when she finally grabbed the wallet and looked at the pictures. The resemblance was obvious.

"Yours?" her voice was so low, she could hardly hear herself speak. Her heart was pounding, her mouth had gone dry and she felt nauseated.

"Wait. I need to explain," he answered.

Fathoming the whole thing was taking a toll on her and she was wondering when was she actually going to react. Her legs were shaking. She desperately needed to get rid of this numb feeling.

"I think it's pretty clear" she said and held on to the table as she stood up afraid to lose her balance.

"Where are you going?" he asked her looking surprised.

"I don't want to hear it. I have to go. Goodbye," she answered finally as she looked ahead of her, afraid that he'd see the tears building in her eyes.

He sat frozen, looking at her as she turned to leave.

"But you need to hear what I have to say" she heard him say as she quickly walked away.

She walked the path of the Salhiya Complex wishing that she wouldn't bump into anyone she knew. The last thing she needed was to bump into anyone!

Being stared at was just part of living in Kuwait but she couldn't help but feel that people stared at her more as though they knew what had just happened. She wanted to scream "leave me alone" but they continued to eye her as she struggled to get to her car.

When she finally reached the underground parking lot, she burst into tears. How could he do that to her? She knew she had no energy to drive and decided to sit in her car on the hopes that no one would notice her.

How could she have missed the clues? Did he not love her at all? What was happening? She just couldn't understand. Why would he do that to her?

She didn't know whether she was crying because he hadn't told her or because she found out that he was already taken.

Just then, there was a knock at her window. A man in his thirties, wearing a white dishdasha, medium built with dark features stood there waiting. She reluctantly opened the window and said "Yes?" without looking at him.

"Are you getting out or what?" he yelled. She noticed that his car was behind her and apparently he was waiting for her to leave so he can take her spot.

There was no choice for her but to look up and say "I'm sorry," and started her engine.

No sooner had she looked up when she noticed the look of horror on his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" he asked.

She managed a smile to show her gratitude for his sudden concern and then slowly began to reverse.

"Wait. I'm really sorry, please don't cry," he called out.

In her rear view mirror, she could still see the look of guilt and surprise on his face. It somehow made her feel better. Here he was ready to fight with her and now he was feeling sorry for her. "So shines a good deed in a weary world" she thought to herself. Funny how anger in men is so easily deflated with a women's tears.

The distraction had given her mind a break and her body was slowly returning to normal. True, her mouth still felt dry and there was a heavy feeling on her heart but at least her breathing had gone back to normal.

She searched frantically through her CD's to find a song to match how she felt. This calls for a Abdulhaleem Hafeth song, she thought sarcastically as she waited for the CD to load to the words of Maw3ood. The roads were a blur to her but it didn't matter, she just kept on driving.

Lost in her thoughts, the phone rang and she jumped. She looked at the number and smiled bitterly. She remembered how excited she would get when she'd see his name on her mobile. The mere VIP ringtone she gave him was a sure way to get butterflies in her stomach. Now she felt sick.

After the fourth ring, she finally picked it up giving herself permission to let it all out and give him a peace of her mind.

"Why did you leave like that before I could explain? I wanted to show you something so you would understand. I asked you to be understanding." He sounded irritated.

"You listen to me. You stay away from me. Pretend that you don't even know me" her energy was coming back to her but her heart began to race as she yelled the words from the top of her lungs.

"I can't pretend that I don't even know you. I love you and I want to marry you," he blurted.

"WHAT?" she screamed. Why was he saying that? She suddenly felt confused. What was he trying to say?

The last time she'd heard that was from a guy who she'd caught with another girl.

She was losing her nerves.

"That's sick!" she yelled. "Why do you men resort to that? What? I'm supposed to be grateful now? I'm supposed to be jumping up and down and saying "HORRAY. He wants to marry me?" Is that what you think? That all us women care about is to get married regardless of how screwed up you men are?" She took a another breath and imitated a man's voice "Honey, I know I'm an asshole but let's get married anyway?"" she said sarcastically.

"I think you need to calm down," he said. "You still haven't heard my explanation and you're already calling me an asshole. Could you please just listen?"

She closed her eyes for a second and then took a deep breath. All that screaming had taken the last drop of her energy.

"Fine! I'm listening. Bring it on!" she said.

To be continued...

All That Matters....

Nothing can beat the feeling of being loved....and the best time to analyze how loved are you is on your birthday....:)...I woke up on the sounds of messages sent from all parts of the world..some were sent at exactly midnight...(cute!)...and thanks to the time difference between us and the States...some were actually sent at 04:00 am!

Phone calls from childhood friends that I haven't seen in years, ex-collegues who still remember me, ex-boyfriends who don't hate me (LOL!) and of course new friends that I've been blessed to meet lately...

Speaking of new friends, in particular...the blog world, I'm happy to have met such wonderful people within the blog world and I'm grateful for that...somewhere in the summer of July 2005...I somehow landed here...and I've met the most fabulous people...either cyberly or for real...and they've been great...as hard as some have tried to tell me that evil is out there...I've been blessed to have only seen the good...and I thank God for that...may it always be so...:)

There are a few special people out there in the blog world that know who they are...here's a big mwaaaaaa from me and I wuv u...:)..Thank you for letting our paths cross...I've learnt so much from all of you and I thank you for that..

As I blow out the candle on my birthday cake..I know that life just couldn't be better...emyat alf al7amdillah....Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!..:)

Journal of A Single Gal In Q8 - Episode Fourteen

From last episode

"You looked so sad in the cafeteria and I just couldn't leave you. San Francisco will have to wait!"

Whatever it was that was holding onto her heart and lungs, it suddenly let go. She could breath normally again. He didn't leave, she thought to herself. How sweet it is!"

It had taken him another three trips to the airport before he actually left and by then she had gotten used to the idea of him leaving. They had enjoyed the extra days and she felt content at last. Her training was coming to an end and she was heading to Kuwait at last.

When the plane finally touched down on Kuwaiti soil she actually smirked to herself for having the need to clap as they did in the olden days. She was just thrilled to be back. It had been too long and she was glad to be home.

As soon as she switched on her mobile while waiting for her bags to arrive, she began to receive messages and calls from her friends. It was good to be back, she thought.

She knew that she needed to collect her thoughts and analyze her relationship with this man that had such an affect on her. He was beginning to take over her mind and she was worried that she was becoming obsessed. She didn't like herself when she became obsessed.

She'd noticed it when she was on the plane. Every time something happened, she'd think to herself, "I wonder what he would think" or "I have to tell him about this". It was as though it was a duty that she had to keep tabs on everything so she could report back to him. She wondered, what it was like before he had stepped into her life. She usually shared her stories with her friends but this was different. Everything seemed more important. She felt she had to tell him everything even about the tiniest, silliest details of her day.

He called her later on the night upon her arrival to check that she'd arrived safely and told her that he'll be coming back soon. She felt her life was on hold until his return.

"Are you free tonight for dinner?" he asked the day after his arrival. He sounded stressed.

"Sure," she answered.

She'd taken her time getting dressed. She wanted to look extra special since she hadn't seen him in a long time but her mind kept wondering why he sounded so serious. Something about this just didn't feel right. She wanted to look romantic so decided to wear her light green chiffon dress that flowed when she walked. Putting her final touches of her make up, grabbing her incense holder and filling her hair with bekhour, she finally dashed out to her car and drove downtown. She hoped the traffic won't be too bad. She hated being late.

He had reserved a cabin at an Asian restaurant and was waiting for her when she walked in. She noticed a large package on the floor.

"You look so pretty," he said.

"Thank you." she answered feeling awkward that they were meeting again under different circumstances.

"I was hoping you won't look this good so it'll make what I have to say easier."

She didn't like the sound of that and her heart began to pound.

"What is it that you want to say?" she asked reluctantly. Part of her wanted to know and the other part just didn't want to handle any bad news. She was way too attached now.

"I got something for you," he replied, ignoring her question.

He reached down to the package and past it to her as he gestured that she open it.

She noticed the Tanagra box and slowly began to open it. It was of a beautiful statue. A young women holding on to a tray with two fish, the symbol of Pisces by Lladro. It was a piece of art and she adored it even though her mind was working overtime.

What is it that he wants to tell her and why does he look like the life has been sucked out of him. He hadn't shaved and looked like he'd lost weight since the last time she'd seen him.

"Thank you. I love it! You knew I'd love anything related to my horoscope! That's very sweet" she told him.

He looked pleased with himself although still not at ease as she was used to him being.

"There's something about me that you need to know and I hope you'll be understanding about it" he explained.

She held her breath, looked into his big blue eyes and waited.

To be continued...