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In form you are the microcosm;
in reality you are the macrocosm.
-Mathnawi [IV, 521]
Wednesday night..The beginning of another weekend..(the w/e here is Thursdays and Fridays by the way)..In some middle eastern countries its Fridays and Saturdays and sometimes it’s a bit of Wednesdays and a bit of Fridays and sometime Thursdays…very confusing if you are a tourist even more confusing if you are a civil…So for all of these countries that are changing all the time..(If by any chance you are reading this)…stick to a day people…seriously…jeeeez!!!
Anyway..yes I am back in the country…..and can I admit???…I'm politically incorrectly glad to be here.. although half the city is out of town and you can fry eggs on the main road…It feels sooooo good!!!!
Let me explain I am one of those very very very very rare people that get bored on holidays…the first week its relaxing…the second interesting…the third I am going out of my mind!!!!!!..I need to do something and quick..I know I know...should get myself checked..but hey my boss adores me...:):):):)
After three weeks of this fresh new glad-to-be-home feeling...My life was resumed to work to house to house to work..Maybe a quick stop to a supermarket somewhere since my 6’ o’clock sharp chocolate double fudge ice cream cravings are getting worse everyday..
Please don’t analyze the reason..I don’t want to know..
Anyway on a particular low hot summer Wednesday evening a high school friend called..
"What are you up to?" she asked in a laid-back kind of voice..I don’t know why but something about the Saudi air makes you want to talk slower then the usual.. I personally call it the SVS..."saudi voice syndrome!"
"Want to go out somewhere..and shop around?"
"I really don’t feel like it!" And that was so true regardless of me feeling low..
"Oh come on..Get ready and we will meet up in "Al Faysalia" or do you prefer "Al Mamlaka?"
(Two main shopping center-hotel-restaurant-cafes-globes-all in one enormous skyscrapers in central Riyadh)
"These are my options?"
"Where else would we go? Listen lets first go to the Mamlaka’s woman section..If you had enough of the whole parade..We can go to the Faysaliya.." Yes! we have a whole woman section and No! we do not have bachelorette parties there..
"God! You have never been?"
"No..is that bad?.."
"Oh my god you will see the whole "fadaye7"... meaning "the whole uncensured version"... It is a live fashion show and plus it is a Wednesday night so EVERYBODY is going to be there..get ready for some major showing off!"
"You know I never understood this concept..I mean it is just us girls why the whole make up..Tight jeans..Loose hair? Don’t we have to on the contrary be as simple as possible in case of a dirty look which leads to a 40 degrees fever the next day?"
"Just come..Plus I miss you girl. We never see you!"
"Ok..ok 20 minutes I am there"
An hour later..
(That is another thing about the Saudi air..You can never make it on time even if you try your very best)..I met my good friend for a coffee on the Mamlaka’s 3rd floor woman’s section.. Although everybody took out their “Abayas”... “Tarhas” and everything that could possibly cover up what they so desperately tried to show...I felt uncomfortable without a piece of cloth hanging loose from my head..I guess it is a question of habit...
In the timing of exactly 5 minutes I was tired of the whole parade.."My good friend" on the other hand loved every minute of it.. Pointing and commenting on every other girl..I just listened in a state of semi consciousness...I didn’t realize how tired I was till I actually walked..This is not good..New september resolution..(i have a resolution per month..never works!)..Walk and use these things in your body called legs..
Which made me think I need a new pair of shoes..?!
Needless to say that shoes lead to clothes that lead to bags that lead to accessories which even lead to nightwear..
Another New september resolution don’t go shopping unless physically and emotionally stable..
I was low again..So we decided to go to the Faysaliya..On our way there I received a message..and another one then another one..As I searched through my bag for the squeaking voice I realized that I didn’t know any of those numbers..and it also came in a strange peculiar way..Like a sort of business card or something..This was the day I discovered Bluetooth..
I know what you are thinking at this moment..Where has she been living….Mars?..I know..But technology is not really my cup of tea..I knew there was something in my phone under the name of Bluetooth but never tried to know what it was..For crying out loud.. I just discovered a month ago that we could text faster using a T9 dictionary.. and you are talking to me about using a laser beam..
I had all sort of messages like.."want to get to know you"..or "my god I am bewitched by your eyes"..and very corny and cheesy things like that..But there was one in particular that made me smile..
A Bugs bunny kind of arabized rabbit pointing his finger at me and going " Whats up doc????" I know it is silly but it made me laugh..
"Where do these come from?" showing the messages to my friend
"Oh Bluetooth! Look around you..."
I didn’t get her at first but as I focused on the cars Mercedes..BMs..Lamborguinis…Hammers..They were full of teenagers, young men, older men, super married middle aged men…it suddenly struck me but of course it was a typical Wednesday night..There had to be some flirting going on..
"Where did here- is- my –number- in –your- face go?" I asked rather dumbly
"You have been away for too long girl..Bluetooth is the new thing"
"But who do you know which is which?"
"Well that is the tricky part it might be this guy or that one..or even that other one..and sometimes it is not aimed at you..or aimed at everyone..So you got to keep your senses alert.."
"So they don’t know my number right?" I asked dumbly again
"Of course not! There are not mind readers it is kind of a laser text messaging..I think it is kinda cute..Coz you get all these sweet words without having a psycho driving behind you or even having eye contact"
Hmmmm...talk about "a lifting the spirit" therapy...
Needless to say I got addicted..no not in a perveted type of way… (ok a bit)..lol..but in sending and receiving those funny soudanese/weird shubby cartoons video clips..hilarious..I don't know who invented those..but they are geniuses..if you guys have any send me some...:):):)