Bravo Buffet.

I'm sorry this is away from my usual theme of sarcasm, mockery and girly non serious stuff, but this made me speechless.

$44 BILLION.


I'm gonna write again....Fourty four billion dollars!!!!

This man has definitely secured himself a place in heaven. He gave 85% of his Berkshire stock to charity. 85%!!!

Now thats real philanthropy. I wonder if our billionare compatriots would ever go as far as donating even 40% of their riches. 6aal! They wouldn't even drop 250 grand. I wonder if the proclaimed religious zealots would donate their riches to worthy causes such as this....instead of foolish terrorist projects.....

I am stupefied. Flabbergasted. Amazed. And utterly touched.

bit of humour

Before I am hatefully accused of male-bashing, a sinful crime often attributed to women that are old, frustrated and bitter, I would like to say that I wasn't the one that came up with this joke; it was forwarded to me by email, from a very fabulous, self-assured and mentally stable chick. Enjoy:

Once upon a time,
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in a land far away,
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a beautiful, independent,
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self-assured princess
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happened upon a frog as she sat,
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contemplating ecological issues
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on the shores of an unpolluted pond
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in a verdant meadow near her castle.
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The frog hopped into the princess' lap
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and said: Elegant Lady,
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I was once a handsome prince,
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until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.
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One kiss from you, however,
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and I will turn back
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into the dapper, young prince that I am
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and then, my sweet, we can marry
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and set up housekeeping in your castle
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with my mother,
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where you can prepare my meals,
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clean my clothes, bear my children,
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and forever
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feel grateful and happy doing so.
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That night,
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as the princess dined sumptuously
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on lightly sauted frog legs
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seasoned in a white wine
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and onion cream sauce,
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she chuckled and thought to herself:
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I don't fucking think so.

Silly Girls

They get all hyped up for a simple little outing to a casual coffee shop. A thick layer of white foundation is applied on dark skin, creating a striking difference between a brown neck and a ghostly white face. Bright silver glitter is sprinkled around the eyes, enabling an SOS for an airplane roaming in the sky. Gigantic chandelier earrings that weigh about a ton and a half are donned on the ears, and dangle imperially all the way down to the shoulders.

They speak of nothing but of trivial issues and social gossip. Who is recently engaged to whom. Who is about to marry the big jackpot. What is the latest social scandal. Where did you buy that bag. Dammit, her hair is not real, they're extentions!

After only fifteen minutes of being in their company I felt naseuated and sick to my stomach. I wanted to crawl out of my own epidermis. I wanted to escape.

Random at night

Its 2:00 am in the morning, I have to be at work in 5 hours, and I'm completely incapable of falling asleep.

No, I didn't consume a ridiculous amount of caffiene, just a couple(maybe 5) cups of green tea.

I came here to write whatever comes to mind.

my mind has a zillion thoughts, but I can't articulate any of them coherently.

words that come to mind are elections, boss, heat, summer, conscience, guilt, confusion, impulsivity, fate, fantasies, pool.

I might consider going to therapy to treat my insomnia. I've done it before (for insomnia of course), and it worked.

Why is it embarrassing to seek therapy in Kuwait? 75% of people in Manhattan have therapists, its very hip.

I'm not sure I'd like an arab/kuwaiti therapist, it will be a complete waste of my money, (not referring to the quality, but to my ability to open up)

I'm actually contemplating therapy.

I'm scared of taking baths late at night.

I have no way bring myself to sleep.