It’s Excruciatingly Cold! | November 24th 2004
Brrrrrr….yep it’s that cold! welcome to Kuwait’s winter!! There are only two seasons in Kuwait: Summer and Winter…when it’s the Summer, ITS REALLLLLYYY HOT! In the Winter it’s SOO COLD you think your nose’ll fall off!! (I heard that actually happened to people that’ve climbed Everest; and other mountains that tend to freeze peoples’ bums off in the process of climbing them!) you almost never experience a cool breeze in mid-July that would spark your urge to go on a picnic or just go cruising, because if you do that, u’re in risk of suffering from a heat stroke or having the tyres on your cars melt, melt melt!! (ok, maybe I’m exaggerating on the melt, melt, melt bit—the tyres tend to let out this weird oozing sound (yukh!!)— ok, baq to the weather…so yesterday was officially the first “FREEZING COLDâ€? day (woopti doo :s) my mom decided she wanted me to accompany her shopping, oooo how fabulous!!! BUT, I found out that were going shopping for Yasmine (my baby sister)—it wasn’t toooo bad! I mean it’s like adult’s clothes, only shrunken!! Hehehe….I mean, u should see it!! Sooo tiny!! Anyhoos, it wasn’t sooo windy wen we left the house, but it was a bit “nippy noodlesâ€? (haha! Only mushi knows what that means!) ok, I’ll translate that nippy noodles=chilly weather…so it was a bit chilly outside, I thought, ok, my nose is a little red on the tip, but I’ll survive…LITTLE DID I KNOW!!! That the second we got out of the car in salmiya, it was going to be excruciatingly cold!!!!! I got out of the car and my tote bag was nearly gonna fly away, my hair was getting into my eyes, my ears, MY NOSE?!!! I mean for the love of GOD, MY NOSE?!! Ok, slightly veering off the subject (AGAIN!) so I’m trying to pull down my top and stuff my scarf into my jacket, pull baq my hair, balance myself and look as “normal and humanâ€? as possible…(such a tough job for lil old me…) alas, I’ve accomplished the task of straightening out myself…then my mother, my “mummy dearestâ€? start shouting “RUN, RUN, RUN!!!!â€? she actually started running (well I’m not sure you call ‘wobbling’ running exactly—but let’s just do that, let’s call wobbling, running…..) ok, if a normal person were to hear that and witness what my mom was doing they’ll probably think a plane was going to fall from the sky (I wonder what the odds of that happening is…) ok veering off yet again— as I try walking away from my mother (to save myself from embarrassment, I found myself ending up doing a semi-wobble myself!! And in the process of doing that, I started laughing, yes people, I started to laugh, in the freezing cold, with my hair in my face and my tote baq practically flying away from me….alas, we entered Mothercare, whoohoo!! warmth, warmth, warmth!! Ahhh…it’s soo good, getting the feeling baq in your face…and everyone around us was looking at us like we were loons that just escaped from the Looney bin (and do I blame them?!—no I don’t…) because my hair was all over the place and my mother, actually my mother looked fine, come to think of it…how did she do it?! How did she look so neat, while I looked soooo scruffy?! O well…so it took me less that a minute to look normal again…we did a little shopping for yasmine and everything was great! It was time to leave the store, easy peasy lemon squeezy!! And so I thought…it was around 7pm, and it was even colder and windier!! It was sooo difficult trying to open my eyes!! Between trying to tame my hair and grab my flying bag and balance myself with the extra weight the shopping bags were applying on me, I was once again, wobbling to the car…around 10 metres away from the car, a strong gust of wind threw me onto the car—I know I exaggerate…but I wasn’t this time, O NO I WASN’T!! I’ve got witnesses—ask everyone that went to salmiya yesterday, I made a complete fool of myself; well it wasn’t really my fault!!! The wind did it!!! Yes it did, I mean if I didn’t grab the door handle I would’ve been plastered oo the wall in front of the car!!!! I’m not kidding, after I grabbed the door handle, I flung the door open and sort of did a “I’m ducking for my lifeâ€? manoeuvre!!! My mom got into the car made sure all my limbs were intact then started to laugh…(thank u mother!) yup, she started to laugh, she said I looked extremely funny (o God, the humiliation!!) Kuwait’s a small country, the next time a stranger laughs in my face I’ll know it’s because of yesterday night’s incident of flying across the road, NEARLY into a brick wall and then into my car!!
Go ahead and laugh, laugh away…..time to sign off, ta ta for now :*