Yoga - Filipino Style

The other day a friend of mine asked if I wanted to join her at her yoga class. I usually try to squeeze in my yoga at home but lately, I was slacking so I agreed. I needed to get back on track so I grabbed my stuff and went to the club.

I arrived early and went to the exercise room where the Filipino instructor greeted me with a very rude "Yes?" I'd seen her before around the club and she had a snobbish air about her.

"I'm here for the yoga class," I said.

"Have you ever taken yoga? This is a very advanced class." She said with her snotty attitude while standing at the door of the yoga class not letting me go through.

I took a deep breath. I was here to take a yoga and was not going to start it off by telling her that her attitude sucked so I patiently answered "Yes, I've taken yoga before."

She wasn't too pleased and continued "Are you a member?"

"Yes, I am a member." I replied wanting to tell her "Lady, are you gonna let me in or what but refrained from causing a scene. It's yoga for heaven's sake. The whole point of the damn thing is to calm our nerves!

"Oh, ok, grab a matt and you can place your matt there," she replied with her unfriendly tone as she pointed to an area in the exercise room. Seeing her attitude, I figured it must be a full class which I later found out that it wasn't!

"We will start the breathing now," she told me. I wondered if we should wait for the rest of the class but seeing that the women was so assertive, I followed her instructions.

Two minutes later, a forty something year old Kuwaiti man walks in with his shorts and T-shirt and grabs a matt. I am impressed! Not every day that you'd see a Kuwaiti man interested in yoga (or let's say men in general for that matter!) so I admire his courage from far and smile to myself.

"Please, no noise!" she snaps at him.

He takes his matt and drops it on his space which makes a loud thud.

Irritated, the bitchy Filipino turns to him and tells him "Shhhh! Please no noise"

By then my friend and another lady have shown up and the session has begun.

A whole half an hour has past when suddenly I notice that the Kuwaiti guy has stopped and is now sitting on his matt. "What is he doing?" I think to myself.

The instructor finally notices to so she asks him "Why have you stopped?"

....and that, my dear friends is when all hell broke loose!

"You have favoritism!" he yelled. "People walked in after me and you didn't tell them to be quite. You are rude. I always come to your class and I am always here on time but look how you treat me! I am going to complain to your Management," the man had literally exploded and was on a role!

The Filipino, now in shock, replies "But sir, I didn't say anything, I just say be quite please."

"No! You were rude! I don't know if she will be a witness but she saw how rude you were to me," he says pointing at me.

At which point, I begin to take deeper breaths. This was not my way of relaxing. I've had a stressful week and last thing I wanna be is a witness to any of this crap.

After watching him yell and yell and yell with the bitchy Filipino pleading that she is innocent, I finally getting bored with the whole thing and say "7'alas, enta 9a7 bass 9alee 3a nabee, ma 9ar shay!".

The man by then is at the door and is embarrassed to look at me so he huffs and puffs and finally leaves swearing that he's going to complain to the Management.

The Filipino instructor mumbles to herself "walla those Kuwaitis...."

The class is obviously over and I definitely don't want to argue that she shouldn't say that. I grab my stuff to leave. "Please, wait," the Filipino instructor's attitude has suddenly changed, she looks innocently at me and sweetly asks "Was I rude to him?"

I tell her "Yes my dear, you were very rude!"

I naturally wanted to add that she was also very rude to me which is why the whole thing happened in the first place 'coz that's Karma baby. Works every time and I love it! But then again, I didn't need to say anything, she was shitting bricks as it is and that was enough to keep me satisfied.

I plan to go there next week but I wonder if she's still gonna be working there and if her faithful student will return.

One thing is for sure, this is one Yoga instructor that needs to understand the true history of yoga. It's not just about positions and breathing, it's actually about good intentions, karma and the cleansing of the souls and she had one soul that truly needed some clorox cleansing, if you know what I mean!

The good news is whenever I do end up deciding to go to that class and she still has a job, I do believe she is going to be so nice to me, don't you think?

Journal of A Single Gal In Q8 - Episode Seventeen

From last episode...

"As she walked up to her car, she noticed the red rose that was tucked away under the wipers of her car. She picked it up and read the note attached to it. "Now that you've seen the price list, am I worth it? Love you always, Me."

She couldn't help but get into her car and smile. Regardless if things hadn't turned out the way she wanted, she appreciated his gesture. She could recall other men that had past through her life who found the whole flower issue a cliche. She was an old fashioned girl and any man who bothered to bring flowers, definitely gained brownie points with her.

Driving down the Gulf Road and listening to the music, she started to sing with the chorus. "It must've been love, but it's over now, it must've been good but I lost it somehow..." Her chain of thoughts traveled to what her next move ought to be. She didn't want to just jump back into his arms. He needed to suffer more. It wasn't that she liked revenge it was more like her right that he made her suffer and it was his turn to know what it felt like.

Her mobile rang and it was a long distance phone call. She grabbed it quickly, afraid that it would get disconnected.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hi habeebti, it's me!" said Hala, her closest friend. She was calling from the U.S. where she had decided to do her Masters. She missed her so much and was ecstatic to hear her voice. She had the kind of voice that soothed any heart.

"Habeebti! It's so nice to hear your voice!" she replied.

"Are you ok?" Hala had the tendency to see right through her and knew when something was up. She would often have dreams about her and call her up to ask her if things were ok. It happened so often that it no longer surprised them.

"I'm ok, habeebti, just having man problems!" she tried to sound cheerful.

"Habeebti," she said sympathetically. "I miss you so much. Yalla, don't you want to come and see me? I could use the company."

What a perfect way to get away from all of this. Her mind went into planning mode.

"Walla, that sounds like a brilliant idea. Let me see if I can take a break from work and I'll email you the details."

They finally said their goodbye that consisted of blown kisses and terms of endearment lasting longer than the usual. It made her all emotional and teary eyed. She really missed her friend and it would be great to see her.

She hadn't been to the States in a while and was getting excited. The smell of the malls, the laid back feeling. The lifting of a heavy load on one's chest that suddenly disappears the minute one landed was the perfect anecdote. She made up her mind, she was leaving.

Two weeks later, she found herself flying on BA already adjusting to the foreign world. His messages and songs that he sent during the past two weeks were already making her weak and the timing of her flight was impeccable. She was doing the right thing.

At the airport, she finally picked up the phone when he called her. She was traveling and she had learnt to keep the peace with those important in her life. It was a hard lesson she would never soon forget learning, thanks to her experience during the invasion of Kuwait. She remembered wishing that she'd spoken to everybody she cared about before traveling during that awful summer. She had suddenly found herself stuck in Europe and everybody else including her family were scattered all over the place. Along with over packing everytime she traveled, this was the one thing she always did; call her loved ones before she got on a flight.

She told him that she was leaving. He went quite first but then quickly asked her if she would email him as soon as she got there just to let him know that she arrived alright. She told him that she would.

Arriving in London airport for her transit made her very nostalgic for the days that he had been with her. She switched on her mobile and instantly heard the beep that she'd received a message.

"You should be in London by now, how's the weather?" he asked

"The usual...:)" she replied

"Can I have your friend's number so I can check up on you while you're there?" he asked.

It took her a while to answer back and then finally messaged him the number. She knew her friend was not going to mind. They were old family friends and the girl was a mirror of her so she knew her well.

Arriving in LAX airport was a joke in and of it self! Just when she thought, she'd left everything behind her, including the Arab World and its issues. She was seated right smack in front of a not so famous Lebanese singer that she recognized. It was typical of being on a flight heading to L.A. Celebrities were everywhere. She had been over listening to their conversation, not by choice, the man was loud. She giggled as she heard him complain to what appeared to be his agent sitting next to him, "Khayee, hayda kil mara eb ye3mil feenee haik." She realized he was complaining about his competitor who was more famous than he was and kept stealing all his shows! He'd bashed up his competitor so bad that when they landed, she couldn't help but turn around and tell him "7amdilla 3ala al salama!" His face was worth millions. She was sure his thoughts begged that she wasn't a journalist who'd recorded his conversation with all those horrible things he'd said. The headline would've been simple "Waleed Tawfeeq's bashes Ragheb Allama on a flight to L.A.!"

Outside the gate, she saw her friend standing excitedly trying to find her in the crowd. They both screamed in the middle of the airport as they ran towards each other and hugged.

They were both the same height and one would think that they were sisters. She was tanned with pitch black hair with eyelashes that seemed to curl till there was no tomorrow. In her opinion, she thought Hala was prettier than her and more genteel so when people said that they looked alike, she always took it as a compliment.

Driving down the highway and seeing the typical building of any American downtown from a distance, she knew that she was far away from home.

"So?" asked Hala, "tell me about him?"

"Is it that obvious?" she asked.

"I know you," she stated as a matter of fact, "you look like you're in love."

Trying to change the subject, since she wasn't ready to talk about him, she said "You know what I hate about us women, why do we always talk about men. Why can't we be more like men? They talk about sports, about politics, about their work. They hardly ever talk about us. Why is it that men are priority one in our lives while everything else is priority one in men's lives, except us?" she asked.

"Don't get philosophical with me now! I'm dyeing to know more but if you prefer to talk about politics, we can! So, do you think Saddam Hussein is an agent of the US and we are all part of a chess game?" said Hala as she giggled. They did tend to go into long talks of politics but it never lasted as long as their men issues.

"Oh my God, not Saddam, please let's not talk about him!" she answered back laughing.

They had finally reached her apartment and were struggling to get her suitcase up the stairs.

"These are the moments that you wish Mary the maid was here to carry my suitcase!" she said jokingly. She realized that she hadn't laughed so much in a long time. Her body began to relax and the tension was slowly melting away.

"Looks like I have a message!" declared Hala as she walked into her apartment.

"Sorry to bother you but this message is to check up if your visitor has arrived safely. I will call back later, I guess I calculated wrong that she would've arrived by now."

She smiled. Hearing his voice from miles away and sounding so worried about her made her heart all soft.

"That's so sweet of him," said Hala. "He's worried about you."

"I know, that's the problem, it gets me all confused!" she replied feeling suddenly very sleepy.

"I have class tomorrow, would you come with me? I'm dyeing for you to meet all my friends," asked Hala excitedly. "Unless you'll still be jet lagged?"

"We'll see," she said as she yawned. She will have to fight her sleep until evening commenced and it was still early in U.S. time.

During the next few days, they had gone shopping, lounged at cafes and on occasion she would pick up a Kuwaiti cook book and actually cook for her friend while she was in school. She was never into cooking but when it came to those she loved, she did it wholeheartedly and was always pleasantly complimented.

Tonight she was finally going to meet up with Hala's friends. They would be going out for dinner at a famous Moroccan restaurant in Westwood.

"It's nice to meet you," she said, as she shook hands with the entire group. Hala's group of friends consisted of various nationalities. A married couple from Bahrain, some single Bahrainis, both females and male, Lebanese, Palestinians and a mixture of Saudis and Kuwaitis.

She ended up sitting next to a Saudi guy that looked like a professor. During their conversation, she realized that he actually was. He was a T.A. at the University that Hala went to and was doing his PhD. Even though he was being nice, something about him kept bothering her. Maybe it was the way he kept looking at her. True, she appreciated being admired but this guy had a look that he was actually drooling. She couldn't stand it. She felt like she was on display.

He looked the eldest and had a mature streak about him, compared to the mixture of freshmen at least. He was tall, dark skinned, curly black hair with a well built body. He oozed education; one could tell his occupation by merely looking at him. He was your typical teacher/professor looking guy.

When she found herself conveniently sitting next to him, she couldn't help but feel depressed. She would've rather have sat next to the fun Bahraini couple who were saying jokes. She just wasn't in the mood for that kind of socializing. He looked like he wanted to sum her up and she didn't appreciate being tested. Who the hell did he think he was, PhD or not!

"So Hala tells me that you've studied in the States too?" he asked.

His confidence was irritating her. Must be the way he's holding his cigar, she thought to herself.

"Yes, I have," as she continued staring at the Bahraini couple envying their sense of ease.

The evening went slower from there on as she threw threatening looks to Hala until she finally made an excuse that she felt sleepy and Hala was quick to pick up on cue and left.

"No chemistry?" asked Hala.

"None, zero, zilch, nada," she replied as she began describing his irritating behavior throughout the night. When they'd finally reached Hala's apartment, they were in tears laughing.

"I know internally you're feeling depressed even though you're trying really hard to cheer yourself up, I just want to say don't worry, everything will be fine." she told her. "By the way, if you want to check your email, just let me know and I'll log you on."

She hadn't checked her email in ages, afraid she'll find an email from him and she would miss him even more. "Actually, I think I will, thanks!" she replied.

She scanned through her inbox till she saw his name and clicked on it. "A hallmark greeting card for you" said the subject.

She clicked on the card link and it began to load. Slowly the music began to play "and I miss you, like the desert miss the rain.."

A bouquet of a dozen red roses on a black background with the text "Can't stop thinking of you, please forgive me, I miss you."

Just then, Hala's telephone rang and she picked it up. It must've been a personal call since she took the phone to the bedroom and closed the door.

She stared at the greeting card and took a deep breath to stop herself from crying. She hadn't realized that falling in love at an older age was even harder than when one was a teenager. It hurt more since mind and heart fought constantly with each other and logic struggled to play a role. As a teenager, logic had nothing to do with love!

A few days later, they were on their way to the airport to pick up a friend of Hala's. Hala was acting funny and she hoped that it wasn't another of Hala's brilliant ideas to introduce her to more of her Professor friends.

Standing at the airport feeling shy, she decided to move away from Hala so she could greet her friend privately once they came out. She stared at the people coming out of the gate when her heart skipped a beat. Wearing a red cap, a white T-shirt, a pair of faded jeans and carrying a carry on bag was what appeared to be someone extremely familiar. She blinked, her heart was playing games with her, she thought.

He was walking towards her, Hala came to stand next to her and he took out his hand to introduce himself to Hala.

"Thank you so much for keeping this all a surprise," she heard him say.

She stood there in a daze not fathoming the whole scene.

"Wake up!" said Hala "I hope you like the surprise, it was his idea and I just couldn't resist it!" Turning towards him, she said "Welcome to L.A. I'll go get the car. Just before leaving, she whispered in her ear, "I just couldn't stand seeing you so depressed habeebti."

He finally turned around to look her. She remained standing, still in shock.

"I hope you're not mad at me,I missed you!" he said, quite embarrassed. He struggled searching for something in his carry on. "I got you this," he said finally as he took out a box of Mozart chocolates he must've picked up from Lufthansa airport.

Still in a daze, she took the chocolate box from him and then on impulse pinched him hard.

"Ouch!" she heard him say.

"Sorry, just had to check if it was you, besides, you deserved it!" she teased.

To be continued...

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Ever had a relationship with a friend that you just could never understand? One minute, they feel like they really are your friend then the next minute they act like a complete stranger? Now I know that I can be too good hearted and forgiving...but sometimes I just kick myself for being that way 'coz low and behold after the first incident...I forgive and forget...then a few months later...I'm back where I started..simply stunned that they did it to me again...

In my dictionary...I have a word that simply describes people as Normal or abnormal...when I meet somebody I like..I call my sister very excited to tell her.."Oh my God...I met this girl...she was soo normal"...my sister instantly knows what I'm talking about and says "oh, how nice..how rare" to explain...normal means...they acted natural in their own skin...(no pretence nor conscious of the world around her)...no fakeness...purely and genuinely normal...

Lately, I was pleasantly surprised to meet many "normal" people through the blog world..I had reached the stage when I thought that meeting someone normal was a rare commodity...granted there was one or two out of maybe twenty that were very guarded everytime they saw me (which gets on my nerves 'coz it instantly means that they don't trust you and is insulting)...but other than that...most people were normal...I loved it...

incidentally, my friend is not a blogger but maybe she should be..it might do her well in figuring out why she behaves so unpredictably...For now, I'm stuck with this stupid feeling of asking myself "how could you let her talk to you that way"...as the song says "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" that's all I ask for...just a little respect...what is wrong with you abnormal people? How can you give a shit about a friend and then screw them over when you damn feel like it? Tell me that's normal...it absolutely isn't...I often give myself a hard time that I bring it on to myself..I tend to want the person infront of me to feel very much at ease and I hate formalities..so I 6ayi7 el miyana but then this miyana comes back to bite me in the A$$...I hate that!

The question now remains...how do you not sound like a High school student and ask "How do I break up with a friend?"...yes...it does sound lame...but it's true...are you supposed to confront them and say "I don't want to be your friend anymore?" or just leave it at that...i.e. let nature take its course..

Whatever is the decision, what blows my mind is how a drama queen friend who needs me more than I need her...ends up blowing a friendship that she needed more than I did! You call that normal??!!

Don't get me wrong when I say this..but out of my experience..on average it's been the women that tend to fall under the abnormal more so than the men...I don't understand it! Again..I said on average..not all...but in general...I mean have you ever bumped into a girl that you haven't seen in ages and while you're talking to her...she looks around at everything but never at you?..What is with that? Hello..I'm here..I'm talking to you...could you stop for a minute from your curious/conscious self and look at me while we're talking..rather than care about who is watching us?

I guess at the end of the day, I'm getting off of this roller coaster of a relationship with this friend...and hang on to my new blogger friends..so there! Teenager talk or not teenager talk...when push comes to shove..I think we all have an inner kid inside us that just wants to scream "MAMMA...SHE WASN'T NICE TO ME!"

Damn...why can't people just be nice..(I mean for real...not in a fake way ofcourse!)

Your Advise Please...

Granted some people only care for money and are very materialistic...to be fair..so am I at times...but if you had a choice between a career that pays you less and can get on your nerves for many reasons that I couldn't even begin to tell you but is prestigious and is in of itself quite self fulfilling...or a career that doesn't sound very prestigious...is tedious with logistics more than you care about but may end up adding more Dinars to your account....which one would you chose?

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What's the Time Mr. Wolf?

It's been rush, rush, rush in my life and I can't believe how time is flying. Who would believe it's April! Summer is around the corner and where did the time go?

Is it just me or is everybody rushing as I am? Why is the saying "tarketh, tarketh kal we7oosh...3'air rizgak ma te7oosh!" keep playing in my head?

Sometimes I'm rushing so much that I ask myself "Are we there yet?" and wonder to myself...will I ever get there?...and where is it that I'm trying to get to anyway?! Who knows?! Is it in the stars, (Mercury in my sun!) or is the rest of the world as busy as I am these days?

I have a friend who's always leaving the house late which aggravates me 'coz I always like being on time. The weird thing is, she ends up being on time too. Some say that we are the owners of our own time. If we say, "I have plenty of time" then we do. Am I just rushing myself mentally? Can I really have more time, if I just wished it?

Journal of A Single Gal In Q8 - Episode Sixteen

"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," she said. "Bring it on!"

When he began to speak, she realized that she still wasn't ready to hear what he had to say. She felt claustrophobic and told him bluntly "I'm sorry. I need some time for myself and when I'm ready to talk to you, I will."

He went quite and then finally said "As you wish." After an awkward silence, he said good bye. She stared into space. The journey into a world of loneliness had just begun.

It was an awful night that night, tossing and turning, trying to sleep. She'd remember the whole ordeal over and over again in her head. It was driving her crazy. When it was finally morning, she felt like she hadn't slept a wink. She'd stare at her ceiling wishing that what had happened last night was just a bad dream.

For the next two weeks, she walked around like a zombie. Often times, she'd have an out of body experience when she'd be sitting there but not really be there. She watched herself with dismay.

Though she'd asked him for time to not call her, it killed her that he hadn't called. At the same time, it killed that she'd wanted him to call. The whole situation felt confusing and she felt lost.

It was only when her sister had called her for the millionth time to check up on her and bluntly said "You're sinking" that she finally felt it was time to snap out of it. She had had enough of the crying and the moping around. It was time she gained control of her life.

She began to plan her next week and decided to give herself a week's session of massages and to start going to the gym. Her mood lifted and her taste in music had suddenly changed. She no longer wanted to hear sad sappy songs that would make her cry. She'd listen to all those songs that would cheer her up and give her strength.

It was high time she began enjoying the small pleasure in life even if her heart was bleeding.

"Madam, you have too much tension," said the massuese as she struggled to loosen yet another knot in her shoulder. She had hoped the massage was going to relax her but it was getting to be too painful everytime the massuese pressed harder. Her body had been aching so much during the past two weeks but she hadn't realized her entire body was full of knots!

"Yes, I know," she answered.

"You should see our Consultant after this session. I will check if he is free," said the massuese.

She'd always gone there for a massage but had never seen the Consultant or the "Doctor" as they called him. Maybe it would be a good idea, she just wasn't feeling too well and could use some suggestions if he had any. She'd heard that he usually recommends certain diets which might be helpful.

As she sat infront of him feeling quite shy about seeing a consultant/doctor at a spa, she noticed how friendly he was and began to relax.

He was in Indian man in his early forties and seemed very relaxed in his own skin. "There is a lot of tension in your body and it is in all places that are usually caused by nerves from an emotional experience. You are bottling in too much emotion and you need to let it out. Has something happened lately in your life that you has upset you?" he asked in a concerned tone.

She was stunned by what he said and just nodded.

"The body has the tendency to store in emotions especially if they are related to love. Can I presume that this is the case?" He asked.

She couldn't help but laugh at that moment. Was she seeing a consultant at a spa or was she seeing a psychic, she couldn't tell but she nodded.

"You're not married right?" he asked.

She nodded again.

"I have a belief," he began "maybe you will not agree with me because of traditions but marriage is a very difficult institution. It ruins very good friendships. The worst thing one can do to a friendship is to get married," he stated.

"Please don't let my mother hear you say that," she said humorously.

He laughed and was happy to see her more cheerful.

"What I am trying to say is enjoy your life. Your body shouldn't suffer like this. I want you to list all the things you enjoy doing, whether small or big and everyday look at your list and make sure that you do at least three of the things listed. Don't worry about tomorrow, just live for the here and now."

She kept thinking of his words while driving home. Regardless if it was crazy to listen to this holistic man, she couldn't help but smile. She liked what he had to say. Yes, it was crazy and from a religious point of view it was wrong not to believe in marriage but for now, she felt it was what she needed to hear that friendships were the most important thing.

Things were getting better. Sitting behind her desk in the office and having regained her strength, she put all her energy in her work. It was then that it dawned on her why some people were workaholics. It wasn't just because they loved their work or wanted more money, it was the perfect anecdote to keep the mind busy and stop it from thinking. It was running away from the bitter truth.

There were two hours to go before it was time to go home which gave her just enough time to finish off her tasks. She was getting into the habit of working after hours with the excuse that she hadn't finished her work but today she thought of leaving early to hit the gym.

Just then, there was a knock at her door. As she looked up, she realized it was him standing there looking like he'd just been hit by a bus. She blinked just to make sure that she wasn't imagining it. Within those two weeks, she must've imagined him a million times, at the traffic light, at the shopping mall, the mystery car behind her and all the time she'd realize that she'd just been imagining him.

"Can I come in?" he said.

She couldn't believe that he'd come to see her at the office! Not good, she thought to herself. He was carrying a filo fax and wearing a suit. He could've been anyone that she may have had to have a meeting with but still, she thought.

It was not the perfect place to be rude or make a scene so she put on her professional face and invited him to take a seat.

He took out some papers and handed them to her and said "these are the catalogs that you'd been asking for."

Although she had promised herself that she'd be professional and disconnected, she couldn't help but giggle. He was actually pretending that they were having a meeting!

She took a look at the catalogs and flipped through them. "Do you have a price list for these items?" she asked avoiding looking at his eyes. She knew if she did, she'd lose all power. It was obvious that she had control of the whole situation while he sat nervously, hoping to win her over.

"I don't want to take too much of your time here since I know you're busy but I wanted to make sure that you get the price list and you'll find it in the last page of the catalogue. Thank you for seeing me and I hope you can get back to me with your decision but please take your time before you do." He slowly stood up with a weight on his shoulders and his head held low, he turned around and walked out.

She'd seen him glimpse at her from the corner of his eyes and his familiarity came back to her even though she still felt strong. Just when he was completely out of site, her colleague came into her office and asked "Who was that?".

"One of the companies that we asked quotations from," she answered still staring at the door.

"Really? He's cute. Did you get his name?" she asked.

"No. He didn't have his business card with him. Guess he forgot." she answered pretending to be looking at the papers on her desk.

"Oh, too bad. That's always you're problem. You're so busy working away that you don't notice anything. I really think he was cute and you should find out if he's married or not."

She wanted to kill the girl! She suddenly remembered him saying to check the price list and now wanted this colleague out of her office.

"I really have to finish what I'm doing before work is over, did you need anything?" she asked innocently.

"No but I just want you to know that if you continue with this attitude, you're never going to get married, " she said frankly as she walked out the door.

She ignored her colleagues stupid comment as she took a deep breath and flipped to the last page of the catalogue. There it was, the light blue piece of paper that he was trying to show her on that disaster day.

It was an official paper that she hadn't seen before. It had the official Kuwait sign stamp and was definately authentic. She slowly began to read what it said.

She closed the catalogue and packed her stuff to go home. She needed to sit down with herself and figure out what she was feeling.

As she walked up to her car, she noticed the red rose that was tucked away under the wipers of her car. She picked it up and read the note attached to it. "Now that you've seen the price list, am I worth it? Love you always, Me."

To be continued..