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21 May 2013
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Screw You, Cat Allergies!

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Okay, to be honest, I have to say that I don’t really have it that bad with allergies. I mean, I DO but it’s not like my allergies are so insufferable that they keep me bed-ridden in a sponge sealed room for half the year or like I have the kind of immune sensitivity that could turn an ordinary peanut butter sandwich into a lethal weapon. If you are one of those people then, MY GOD I am so very sorry. My allergy is by no means that painful and dangerous but its still pretty bad and definitely sucks big time!

See, my allergy is against cats. Cats. Adorable, fluffy, neurotic, hilarious, damn-near edible kitty cats.

Yup. Put me anywhere within the approximate vicinity of where a cat may have once existed and my face will literally start to self-destruct. My eyes get insanely scratchy and well up. My nose reddens and explodes until it starts to resemble a garden vegetable variety. And I sneeze endlessly and ceaselessly until my body starts to get numb. I pretty much have to dunk my head in a bucket of Evian water before I can cleanse my pores of those tiny, flying, super pesky cat follicles.

Now, you see, all of these symptoms would be entirely manageable for me if I didn’t also happen to suffer from another deadly condition: AN EXTREME AND WILDLY INFATUATED LOVE FOR ANY AND ALL KITTY CATS. I live in self-denial and try to tell myself that cats are evil, passive-aggressive, night ninjas with knife fingers but, really, cats are probably one of the things I enjoy most in this world.

And, because of my allergies, I pretty much have to shun one of the things that I enjoy most in this world. And for that I say: screw you, allergies! I shall never, ever forgive you!

But, oh, it wasn’t always like this! When I was younger, I used to always go over to our family friends’ house–which housed at least half a dozen cats–and would do nothing but play all day in this adorable cat cornucopia of love, laughter, and endlessly fluffy happiness! I would snuggle the kitty babies and brush their kitty coats and attend their fake kitty weddings which the family would put on. It was good to be young then in the season of plenty.

But then disaster struck a few years later and I was kitty snuggling nevermore. I developed a weird allergy out of nowhere and overnight. This was discovered when my mother came home one day with a tiny, beige-colored ball of meowing cuteness. His name was Smarty; we called him Smarticus (because he was vicious and snotty yet oddly loveable). And ever since we’ve bought Smarty into the house my face has been plagued with the disastrous cat allergy from the seventh circle of hell. Over the years I developed a semi-immunity to Smarticus which allowed me to at least exist in the same household with him. But still. I couldn’t pet Smarticus. I couldn’t sit near Smarticus. And I certainly couldn’t stay in the same room with him for any longer than 5 minutes. My relationship with kitties. Was over.

“Meoooooow!” Smarty would quoth into the night. He would get no reply.

Now that I’ve moved out of my family’s home and my body is no longer used to Smarty’s presence, whenever I go back there I’m immediately seized with the worst bout of sneezing frenzies which doesn’t go away unless I can sedate myself with medication and warm drinks.

Imagine one of your life’s most beloved creatures. Imagine it standing in the distance, staring back at you with wide, glossy, perfectly round eyes begging for one last hug. Imagine yourself running out to it, a Celine Dion song playing in the background to your moment of final, loving embrace. NOW DIE BECAUSE YOU DON’T GET ONE FINAL EMBRACE BECAUSE OF FREAKING CRAZY CAT ALLERGIES. Now woefully skulk off into the sunset, as a lone, heartbroken tear streaks down your stupid allergic face.

Now you’re me.

So, yeah. Screw you, cat allergies!

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25 Dec 2012
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On Murdering and Remembering: Making It Really Count for Dr. Jaber

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Over the past (let’s say) 5 years, there’s been an alarmingly rising number of innocent murders committed in Kuwait. Sectarian fights. Bloody brawls. Revenge killings. Accidents. Mass murders. And, now, stabbings.

And yet after each “big” murder tragedy, we continue to do the same exact thing: We gape in horror and surprise, we angrily scream and shout, and, of course, we pretend to wonder why. Every single time someone murders an innocent person (or even a whole group of people) everyone is just so freaking surprised again and again and again. We have the same discussion, the same arguments, and the same ‘juicy horror story’ rumor mill.

Same old, same old.

We say, ‘Oh! This is the culprit!‘ The ‘culprit’ is always one or more of the following scapegoats: Lack of security. Or western media. Or online, social networks. Or an unstable, broken family. Or godlessness. Or homosexuality. Or video games. Or ethnic ‘genetics.’ Or hormones. Or ‘defenseless’ women/children/minorities. Or mental disorders. Or medication. Or drugs. Or, really, anything on the freaking planet.

We get caught up in the hyper-theatrics of “the event” all while blissfully and conveniently avoiding the glaringly obvious. That being the reality of the fact that these kinds of heinous, murderous crimes are being committed against innocent people simply because many individuals in Kuwait think they can just do whatever the hell they want.

That’s right, you guys. To an overwhelming number of people in Kuwait, the law and the peace and perhaps even the sanctity of human life doesn’t mean jack if it stands in the way of them doing whatever the hell they want to do. This is the brutal truth.

Because Kuwait is not a land of poverty; nor a land of racial violence and unrest; nor a land of totalitarian crackdown.

Kuwait is a democratic, diverse, economically and socially fruitful land of plenty. There is literally no sociologically relevant reason for these kinds of law-flouting murders (or near-murders) to occur besides the fact that people just think they can blatantly do whatever the hell they want no matter what.

Like many of you, I can honestly say I spent the better part of this weekend pouring over a number of different ‘news stories’ surrounding the tragic murder of Dr. Jaber Yousef in The Avenues mall last Friday. And I’m pretty sure I did everything that you guys probably did: scrambled to piece together all the different bits of news information, tried to figure out the “why” of what happened, and, finally, attempted to come up with a way to effectively make sure this kind of thing has as small a chance as possible of happening again.

And, for whatever reason, I have to say this particular murder struck a different chord with me. I mean, let’s leave aside the fact that this was a young, bright, ambitious man who, like many people my age, held lots of promise and future potential. Let’s forget the fact that he was killed in an illustrious mall, filled with bustling eye witnesses at every corner, and which I personally happen to frequent quite often. Let’s forget the fact that he was murdered in cold blood over something that almost anyone with a car has fought over at some point in their lives: a freaking parking spot. Let’s forget all these personal albeit thin connections I (and many of you) may have with this murder case.

Because the one thing that really stuck out to me about the murder of Dr. Jaber Yousef is the fact that, through the immense social media coverage it recieved, you begin to realize just how unisolated this kind of case really is.

And its not just stabbings per se. It’s a woman setting a tented wedding party on fire (killing 57 and injuring 90). It’s camp attacks in the dead of the night. It’s police officers raping and killing racial minorities. Its people who think they own the road and, through their recklessness, inadvertently killing more people in accidents than organized crime.

Call it homicide; manslaughter, involuntary manslaughter; murder; whatever. At the end of the day its all needless, innocent death caused by individuals who, for the most part, thought they had the right and the privilege to act on what they personally wanted/felt regardless of anything else and for pretty much no substantial reason.

It’s as if people in Kuwait have gotten so used to reading these kinds of headlines with their morning breakfast omelet every few days that they can barely afford to muster up a bit of shock and awe before turning the page and forgetting all about ‘the event’ in a week or so.

But, hey, no point in overdoing it now, right? I mean, let’s be realistic here. A group of crazed guys ambushing and bloodily murdering another guy over something as petty and meaningless as a freaking parking spot–in a place as popular and crowded as The Avenues no less–is certainly not something you hear about every day. Right?

Wrong.

This has definitely happened before. It’s already happened again. A quick skimming of the comments section in this 248AM post will go to show just how prevalent and how likely it is to continue to happen.

And I’m not saying this as a way of discounting any of the other facets that may very well contribute to a person’s choice to kill someone, even if inadvertently. There is a good chance that western media and video games share a part in the way that these innocent souls were unfortunately lost.

I know there is no quick, easy, all-inclusive answer we’re all just waiting to implement here. I know that there has to be a root change in the way that people in Kuwait regard order, authority, and social responsibility. I don’t pretend to have an answer, nor a drawn out 5-year plan, nor any solid thoughts of how to rid Kuwait of this deadly pattern of national indifference towards crime.

I know this is making me sound like such a hopeless pessimist–and I’m not–but I think we all need to realize how quickly we forget the tendency Kuwait actually has for these kinds of mindlessly brutal tragedies.

I’m well aware of the fact that media glorified violence, bad parenting skills, horrible role models, and/or a hyper-masculinized social culture that is inspired by age-old notions of tribalism and sacred blood bonds has something to do with this. But the fact remains the same.

Every day in Kuwait people think they can override law and order and, in many cases, arrogantly (even if unintentionally) kill another human. We need to stop forgetting these deaths and please stop pretending like this kind of tragic incident is a unique case we can just blame on the Internet or security or video games.

Because the life and death of Dr. Jaber should count for more than that.

It should count as a constant reminder and as a lasting lesson of the fact that, if we forget and let our social responsibility falter once again, we’ve only got ourselves to blame.

All my love!

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19 Nov 2012
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The Tinderbox Project: A Fiction Series (And a Thank You)

To read The Tinderbox Project please follow @thetinderbox on Instagram or email me at owlolive.blog@gmail.com for a copy.

I am by nature, profession, and overwhelming passion a reader and a writer. I can’t say I’ve ever occupied my time with a more rewarding (and frustrating? Sure.) vocation than, well, putting words together into coherent and meaningful sentences. Really, I’ve always been adamantly certain about the fact that I am a writer through and through.

Besides writing for this blog which is nothing if not an absolute hoot (get it? OwlOlive: hoot. Get it?), I also try to get myself involved in virtually every other form of writing. And as anyone who has ever spent time doling out a creative piece of work will tell you, the dearest and most cherished piece of writing anyone can ever commit to the page is a creative one. To write fiction, and to share fiction, is to let someone into the warm privacy of your own soul.

That is honestly one of the most special and scary processes that any real writer will ever go through.

So for a while now I’ve been debating sharing some of my creative work with you guys because, as the slogan goes, I like to share “everything that matters to me” on this blog. I’ve expressed this idea on Instagram and Twitter and have been met with surprisingly warm motivation from more than a few people. So, over the last couple of months I’ve been working on a special fiction series type thing just for this blog’s wonderful readers and followers.

And now I can proudly say that I’ve finally got enough of it down to start sharing it with all of you: a creative story titled ‘The Tinderbox Project.’

The Tinderbox Project is, basically, the story of a woman who feels an inexplicable sense of loss whenever a meaningful moment passes her by. So, in trying to escape this overwhelming surge of loss and time, she decides to keep physical proof of her fleeting sentiments in a tinderbox–a box which fires used to be made in many years ago–and just wait for it to set itself alight.

This is the basic premise of the story however the whole thing is turning out to look more and more deliriously convoluted the more I write it.

Now, here is the important part: The Tinderbox Project will not be shared on this blog. That’s because I’ve seen many an occasion of internet trolls who roam the web fishing for unprotected, anonymous creative writing to plagiarize and plaster their names onto. A good number of my friends have had this happen to them and I’m not interested in meeting the same fate.

So instead what I’m going to do is share The Tinderbox Project on Instagram under a private profile (I’m only keeping it public for the first few days just to get people acquainted with it). If you have an Instagram account and you are interested in reading The Tinderbox Project you can follow it @thetinderbox. If you don’t have an Instagram account and you still want to read it please email me and I will be more than happy to send you a copy of the story as I’ve shared it on Instagram so far.

I know this might be somewhat of a pain but I hope you guys can understand where I’m coming from with all this apprehension and caution.

So please enjoy this creative work which I have honestly made specifically for you guys and PLEASE share with me any thoughts or criticisms you may have. Your words and commentary are always more than welcome in my book. Thank you guys for being so incredibly patient and motivational–I appreciate it more than I can say.

All my love!

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03 Sep 2012
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My Life is One Big Boarding Call

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Right now, I’m in seat 33A on a British Airways flight headed from Kuwait to London, to Montreal.

I’ve been in this seat (not this particular seat but, you know, figuratively and all) at least half a dozen times in the last year and a half. I’ve been leaving Kuwait and returning to it so many times at this point that this process should be second nature to me by now.

But, oddly enough, it’s not–and I doubt it ever will be. I’m one of those people for whom saying goodbye never gets easy. I always get that tinging sting in my chest whenever I have to hug my grandmother goodbye, or whenever I look out on Kuwait’s seafront, knowing it’ll be a while before I breathe in its salty gusts.

As much as I love travel, and different experiences, and all the excitement that new places bring, I will never completely stop missing Kuwait. Say what you will and complain all you want, but Kuwait is special.

So just before I leave this beautiful place, I’d just like to give you all a resounding, all-encompassing THANK YOU. This summer I’ve had the pleasure of meeting so many wonderful people and experiencing so many worthwhile moments through this blog. Thank you guys for helping make this summer so special and for embracing the blog the way that you have in these last few months.

I know that I’ve been MIA for the last 2 weeks, busying myself with about a million and one things (blog related and otherwise), but I’m hoping that I can focus back on blogging now that things have begun to settle down.

Hopefully, in the coming weeks I’ll have a new layout, a fiction series, and, uhm, other stuff ready for all you awesome and super patient readers.

Well, now they’ve just turned the seatbelt sign on so I’d best sign off before some snippy flight attendant starts harassing me with a Cockney accent. See you guys in the next timezone!

All my love!

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20 Aug 2012
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A Reaction to the Reactions to Saher il-Lail

I’m probably inviting drama onto myself by saying this but, why in the world is everyone treating Saher il-Lail like a big, Iraq VS. Kuwait boxing match?

Look, I’ve watched the entire Saher il-Lail (Watan il-Nahar) series this Ramadan and I’m going to say this right off the bat: it was freaking phenomenal. Really, it was a work of great production value, promising writing, and included some very talented members among its cast. Sure, it had some technical slips (Oh my God! A PLASMA!), but, nitpicking aside, it was still a very worthy and admirable effort which was geared towards creating a real and positive change in the minds of its viewers.

And, from what I could figure, the change that Saher il-Lail was trying to accomplish was this: a sense of unity, pride, and respect for all those who have suffered the various forms of trauma and pain which the unjust and brutal Iraqi invasion of Kuwait had created in a countless number of souls who’s stories deserve to be reflected.

Saher il-Lail was not set out to demonize a whole nation or to make it okay for racists and bigots to start cropping up from under the ground. Anyone who uses Saher il-Lail as an excuse to fling insults and racist remarks against Iraqis or Kuwaitis or ANY nationality insults the noble effort behind which this television show was created. It’s not nationalism or pride, its freaking racism. And if you say its not, then you’ll be happy to know that you’ve just revealed your cards.

That said, I’m not belittling any of the war crimes which occurred upon the hands of the Iraqi military or the brutality that was used during the invasion. The reality is that, to whatever extent anyone would like to admit, the events that were portrayed in Saher il-Lail were inspired by similarly traumatizing experiences which real people went through during that horrible time. I’m not a historian nor was I really there at the time of the invasion (I was in Kuwait but I was one), but I know that not only is it useless to try and deny that certain atrocities really were committed, but that its also quite insulting to the history of Kuwait to do so.

Kuwaitis and non-Kuwaitis alike suffered greatly due to the ramifications of the unjust, aggressive, and, at times, murderous Iraqi invasion. This is simply a fact of history and there is no debating it.

But, let’s all get this straight: Saher il-Lail is not a documentary. Its a television show. A television show that had a lot of integrity, national respect, and honest work behind it. But still a television show.

That means that we need to take into consideration the fact that, like any network television show, stylistic drama is always involved. There needs to be a hook for audiences to attach themselves to so that they remain invested in the show for the entire month. In that respect, Saher il-Lail, like every other historic TV show to ever appear on television, is also concerned with purposefully creating empathy for certain characters and disdain for others. Every single television show under the sun is built with the same concept in mind. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, its the right way to make a successful and great TV show which is actually worth watching.

You’d think that this aspect of Saher il-Lail (that its not a documentary) would allow people to just enjoy it for what it is: a good television show that re-ignited a sense of unity and respect for national history.

Yet, for some insane reason, a whole lot of people are taking it as if it were a direct assault on all the Iraqi people or treating it like a piece of historical evidence. Serious news channels are having shouting debates about it; sending people out in the field to get counter-reactions from Iraqi people; and just basically taking everything that is beautiful out of it.

And now, all of a sudden, its just a big Iraq VS. Kuwait title match! I’ve seen nasty Youtube response videos, read hateful tweets, and just a whirlwind of racist backlash from BOTH sides and I can’t, for the life of me, figure out why.

It’s a television show. For some people it brings back bitter memories. For others its interesting and new. And for a whole other group, its just not their cup of tea. It’s not a groundbreaking, historical documentation which can be used as some kind of legitimate argument ammo about current or past politics. You can’t cite Saher il-Lail in a freaking history essay thesis.

Its simply a television show written from the creative perspective of a Kuwaiti family during a time of war which was, undeniably, difficult and traumatizing.

If you like it, keep watching and enjoy it. If you don’t, just turn the freaking channel.

All my love! (P.S. Eid Mubarak everyone!)

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20 Jun 2012
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Here’s To Writer’s Block! (And The Irony of Writing About It)

Ah, writer’s block. That impregnable lump that weighs your head and your tongue down at the first instance of expression. The feeling of complete and utter incapability that creeps all the way down to the tips of your fingers and suspends them in a hovering paralysis above the keyboard every single time.

And, hey, you’ve got the ideas; you’ve got the subjects; you’ve even got the voice circling in your head telling you exactly how to say what you want to say. But yet, you sit at your laptop, hoist your fingers up to those fateful keys and are physically unable to move. To make a single, lightweight tap against any random letter seems almost too daunting a task to pursue.

All you’re thinking is: What in THE HELL is that?

Seriously, this is an issue that I’ve been grappling with in the last couple of weeks or so. The issue of extreme writer’s block that gets in the way between my thoughts/experiences/opinions/whatever and my physical ability to actually put them down in written form. I’m not entirely sure what’s been bringing on this God awful, incredibly long, verbal dry spill but, let me tell you, it is excruciating.

Especially if you depend on writing as your bread and butter or if you write professionally. And its even worse when you actually enjoy the act of writing and are passionate about it as both a method of expression and as an art form.

At that point you feel like you could just hurl yourself off of a ten foot building just so you can hear the sound of your useless brain splattering across the pavement and to prove to yourself that you do, indeed, possess a brain at all.

Really. That’s exactly how that feels.

And, I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried distracting myself away from writing with food, music, fresh air, and all other forms of merriment. I’ve tried reshaping my day a few times in order to get myself out from under any routine, hum-drum, lethargic dark clouds I may have unintentionally wandered into. I’ve even tried eating lots of nutmeg because I’ve heard it enhances brain power.

Only three things came of these attempts: weight gain, a broken alarm clock, and a slightly backed-up colon.

Words? Not on the menu.

So I asked another writer friend of mine how she might deal with such an overwhelming bout of verbal blockage and she suggested I get over writer’s block by trying to write about writer’s block. And, yes, I realized that there would be an obvious irony in the fact that I’d be attempting to write about my inability to write but, apparently, its got a cathartic effect to it. Something to do with reverse psychology and donkeys being lured with carrots.

But, really, whatever the rationalization seems to be, I’ll take anything at this point. I am down for any form of written expression that my brain can afford to produce. Even if it’s the most ironic, self-contradicting piece of pointless babble I’ve ever committed to the (virtual) page.

Because, hell, at least it’s something.

All my love!

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03 Jun 2012
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For the Love of God, Would You Please Cool It With All The Zombie Nonsense?

I am making this post because, for the last few days, everyone on the internet has basically driven me up a wall with their rabid ‘Zombie Apocalypse’ craziness.

Please, please stop. Stop talking about zombies, and werewolves, and vampires, and OH MY GOD Chuck Norris. I know I’m reflecting a good chunk of the global community’s opinion here when I say that it’s really getting old.

The slight problem I’ve got with this endless obsession people have with post-apocalyptic/mythical/action-packed figures is not just because I don’t personally enjoy it. I have no right to tell anyone what they should and shouldn’t obsess over no matter what I think of it. But what irks me to no end is the way in which people go so ridiculously overboard with their zombie mania (for example), that they’re willing to turn a gruesome crime and an extremely troubling incident into a constant, somewhat harmful joke about their obsession.

It’s like they’re forgetting that zombies are fictional, and that humans aren’t.

Take this ‘Miami Cannibal’ deal that went down a few days ago. Sure, its kind of weird and entertaining to consider the idea of a guy eating another guy’s face off. Of course, that weird, entertaining curiosity should easily go away when you take the time to really consider the fact that a guy ate another guy’s face off!

That’s a gruesome, heartless, unfathomably twisted crime, you know. While you can sit at home, and make a ‘hurr, hurr the zombies are here’ Facebook status, the reality is that someone’s friend/sibling/son/relative/neighbor/whatever has gotten almost murderously assaulted in one of the most brutally disgusting ways possibly imaginable. And, I can assure you, that neither he nor anyone who cares for him will be laughing at this joke.

That would be the equivalent of someone making a global meme about some tragic, life-altering incident that happened to you or someone you love just because it reminds them of sparkly vampires. Imagine the entire world belittling what you went through in the exact same way and making your experience sound like some everyday, interesting anecdote. Then imagine some idiot making a ‘funny’ Facebook status about it and getting 100 likes for it.

Bet you won’t be laughing either.

And, hey, I’m not saying that all the people who actually participated in this ‘Zombie Apocalypse’ meme deal are horrible human beings. I’m just saying they might need to reconsider what they’re saying and realize that maybe somethings are above their crazy obsessions. Nor am I saying that it’s never okay to make a darkly humorous joke about a traumatizing incident from time to time in order to, perhaps, help someone deal with it.

What I am saying is that its definitely not okay for us to make A GLOBAL JOKE out of someone’s crime and someone’s brutal tragedy. Because what ends up happening is a gradual hardening of human emotion and a growing disregard for other future, similar incidents that could be just as fatally dangerous and gruesome and not actually funny.

All my love!

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24 Apr 2012

Of Eating Tours and Tire Yard Bonfires – Here’s to Kuwait and all the Good Times!

So, after taking about a week to unwind, settle back in, and get rid of the GOD-AWFUL jet lag (which is still not entirely gone), I’m getting back on track with this blogging shebang.

Being greeted by a massive tire yard bonfire when I first arrived was, well, a little more than I expected. I love Kuwait and all but my lungs had turned into freaking dust buckets by the end of this week. For real. My allergies got so bad, I could’ve easily huffed-and-puffed a few more houses on top of Glenda the Good Witch (you know, from The Wizard of Oz).

Of course, this didn’t deter me from starting my annual Kuwait Food Summer Tour. I’m pretty sure I’m going to easily hit all the old, familiar, wonderful spots within around two months tops. And, I’m hearing about a whole lot of new restaurants that I’m just itching to try out to so I AM EXCITED. Really, I am. Kuwait is nothing if not an amazingly diverse and insanely delicious eating scene. Eating is a national sport here and I am totally lacing my sneakers up for this marathon. (Oh, the food as sport analogies. They never get old).

Although I doubt I’m going to be blogging a whole lot about my eating tour just because, well, the Kuwaiti blogosphere has probably provided some kind of review about every single restaurant within the Kuwaiti border at some point in time. Seriously. Even if you’ve got an obscure shawerma kiosk right at the edge of the border between Kuwait and Saudi Arabia, you can bet that, somewhere out there, a Kuwaiti blogger will find you and blog you. So I don’t think my two cents on the eating scene will be worth all that much. But, anyway, we shall see.

Really though, its just nice to be back home with everyone I love, everything I know, and the awesome country that holds it all.

All my love!

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13 Apr 2012

Too Legit… Too Legit to Quit! – Welcome to OWLOLIVE.COM

That’s right. Based on the advice of a fellow blogging buddy, I have decided to drop the dot-com bomb and, in the words of the sage MC Hammer, have gone “total legit.”

I can honestly say that this official commitment to my very own domain name (as apposed to being just a sub-domain) has made me even more excited and devoted to the humble little extension of myself that I’m always happy to share with all of you in this blog.

So, for the very first time, welcome to the totally official and exclusive OWLOLIVE.COM!

All my love!

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24 Feb 2012

A TWIT IS BORN – @Owlolive_Blog

Yesterday night I was bored, hungry, and sleep-weary. So, naturally, I turned to Twitter and Facebook and the entire constellation of social networking PLANETS that exist out there for distraction.

But just before making a somewhat, well, controversial tweet on my own personal Twitter account, the good old Arab guilt and conservatism kicked in and I decided against it because I did not want to spark the attention of the well-meaning but somewhat judgemental family/friends/acquaintences.

But then I thought HOLD THE FRONT DOOR I’VE GOT A BLOG. Even better– I’ve got an anonymous blog. I can just make a twitter account for the blog and tweet about whatever I want, whenever I want without any of that ingrained fear or reservation!

And, on another even more awesome note, what a great way to get in touch with other bloggers and more people I’d love for this blog to reach out for!

So in that spirit of both personal need and public outreach this twitter account was created:

@owlolive_blog

Follow, if you fancy to see a more condensed version of basically everything this blog hopes to represent: everything that matters (at least to me anyway).

All my love!

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