Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I am BACK!
sorry for disappearing for so long...(yes nearly 2 years) most of you would think i died...or worse got an arrange marriage with a man 4 times my age living in Jizan! (also called Jazan, Gizan or Gazan,which is the new name of the capital of the Jizan Province in the far south-west of Saudi Arabia. Jazan city is situated on the Red Sea coast and serves a large agricultural hinterland. It has a population of 100,694 (2004 census). In the north there are Farasan Islands. It is famous for its high-quality production of tropical fruits like mango, figs, and papaya.)
But it is mostly known for being a dump in a dump in the middle of nowhere...
But the more simple explanation is I am in the mood again and ready to rock and roll! ;) you can follow me on twitter too...yes I got converted on one of those twat tweety updates of my most intimate thoughts and nearly daily activities that I am sure you are dying to check out and make time for as part of your daily routine...;)
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
A weird summer
Laughter is inner jogging.
-Norman Cousins
First of all Eid mubarak yall…Ive been busy with work but some aspects of my life as well…contrary to a lot of people in this planet…I am one that crumbles under its shell when not feeling balanced and completely ying yanged…
But I managed to take some time/mental space off to write to you…believe it or not missed you oh so much and our little repartees ;) …
(ok will stop with the emotional trauma and get on with it )
This summer unlike many past summers was a horrifying one….not only because it wasn’t all about me...but also because as a Saudi I had to participate in the different changes, aspects and lifestyles of my fellow citizens…it all started when I had to have all my fingertips scanned and my eyeballs inspected before getting a visa…
I mean if tomorrow the world decide to extinguish Saudi genes ..no need for a dido Iraq war… a simple click of the mouse gets the job done…
After that had to have the tiniest bag ever for a month holiday…I mean logically thinking how can you get dresses, jeans, new shopping, bags, shoes, very high high heeled shoes, accessories, formal dresses, hats and underwears with matching bras in a 30 kilos bag??!!!…I am not going hiking for God’s sake and I am not a student…unless putting them all on you and looking like Big mama there is no other option but cargo- ing everything as you go along…
That done I tried to look at the bright side …true I have some “obligations” and “marriages” to attend to this summer but hey I am meeting friends I haven’t seen for a ages and we will catch up the summer way …
"Summer way" didn’t really turn up the way I excepted…there was excess in everything…excess of partying…excess of drinking…excess of any other kind of high like substances…excess of showing off…excess of making out on the sofa of a club…excess practically doing it on the sofa in the club…excess of ridiculous liscenced plates sports cars...excess of ridiculous colours on sport cars..excess in lack of clothing...excess of purchasing the other sex (the girls purchasing the guys that is)…and excess of things that cannot be mentioned in this blog...
No conscious of proper fun…..no goal…no ambition ..no purpose…I felt like we were back in the roman times…where masses of flesh intertwined in a horizontal position... with grapes in their mouths… Ibiza literally looked prudish in front of us this summer…
What was happening??!!!! Was I in my bubble for too long???!! Or the world has changed in a year’s time??!!! I mean…I was out last summer too and it definitely wasn’t like that!!! Don’t get me wrong I am not one to intrude into anyone’s business and OBEN minded is what I tried to use as a motto all through these weeks…but I think the voice of reason made its way into my mind and I just wanted to go home and back to my bubble…This is where I discovered the power of sleep …I slept my way through the last days…I just slept and slept and slept…everytime I had a little doze of reality or a vibration of my nokia…I turned around fetus position and slept…..
Finally how was my summer 2008? ………………
Crap!
-Norman Cousins
First of all Eid mubarak yall…Ive been busy with work but some aspects of my life as well…contrary to a lot of people in this planet…I am one that crumbles under its shell when not feeling balanced and completely ying yanged…
But I managed to take some time/mental space off to write to you…believe it or not missed you oh so much and our little repartees ;) …
(ok will stop with the emotional trauma and get on with it )
This summer unlike many past summers was a horrifying one….not only because it wasn’t all about me...but also because as a Saudi I had to participate in the different changes, aspects and lifestyles of my fellow citizens…it all started when I had to have all my fingertips scanned and my eyeballs inspected before getting a visa…
I mean if tomorrow the world decide to extinguish Saudi genes ..no need for a dido Iraq war… a simple click of the mouse gets the job done…
After that had to have the tiniest bag ever for a month holiday…I mean logically thinking how can you get dresses, jeans, new shopping, bags, shoes, very high high heeled shoes, accessories, formal dresses, hats and underwears with matching bras in a 30 kilos bag??!!!…I am not going hiking for God’s sake and I am not a student…unless putting them all on you and looking like Big mama there is no other option but cargo- ing everything as you go along…
That done I tried to look at the bright side …true I have some “obligations” and “marriages” to attend to this summer but hey I am meeting friends I haven’t seen for a ages and we will catch up the summer way …
"Summer way" didn’t really turn up the way I excepted…there was excess in everything…excess of partying…excess of drinking…excess of any other kind of high like substances…excess of showing off…excess of making out on the sofa of a club…excess practically doing it on the sofa in the club…excess of ridiculous liscenced plates sports cars...excess of ridiculous colours on sport cars..excess in lack of clothing...excess of purchasing the other sex (the girls purchasing the guys that is)…and excess of things that cannot be mentioned in this blog...
No conscious of proper fun…..no goal…no ambition ..no purpose…I felt like we were back in the roman times…where masses of flesh intertwined in a horizontal position... with grapes in their mouths… Ibiza literally looked prudish in front of us this summer…
What was happening??!!!! Was I in my bubble for too long???!! Or the world has changed in a year’s time??!!! I mean…I was out last summer too and it definitely wasn’t like that!!! Don’t get me wrong I am not one to intrude into anyone’s business and OBEN minded is what I tried to use as a motto all through these weeks…but I think the voice of reason made its way into my mind and I just wanted to go home and back to my bubble…This is where I discovered the power of sleep …I slept my way through the last days…I just slept and slept and slept…everytime I had a little doze of reality or a vibration of my nokia…I turned around fetus position and slept…..
Finally how was my summer 2008? ………………
Crap!
Friday, May 09, 2008
You're young???? you're out!!!!!
Win as if you were used to it, lose as if you enjoyed it for a change.
-Erick Golnik
When you’re young, educated, well traveled and begin to enter the real world…you are usually vibrant…alive…certain that all doors will open up to you…your return home will be celebrated…you are full of ideas…full of plans…you are going to revolutionize the rules…set up a new company…freshen up the system…and your 60 something boss will absolutely adore you…he will be flexible to the new strategic planning you came up with and your different approach with clients, patients, potential buyers...And if you are really lucky he may act as your mentor....
(NOT !!!!)
Numerous graduates…both females and males have started generally the same way…Their eyes glittering with energy…they are up before sunrise…they help out with the family…They feel patriotic…their name shall be written…they would be praised…they know its going to be hard but they have faith...with them... things will be different…It’s a new era…the country is opening up…There is a new king and people are moving forward in a prompt pace…It should work out fine…It HAS to work out fine….
(NOT!!!!)
Saudi Arabia is one of those countries that has been controlled for a long time by older generations…and I am not emphasizing only on the politics…Education, sports, Health, Arts, Economy and Business…All have old staffs…Old mobs…not yet retired…and will never till they reach their death bed...
Most of them had their positions before I was born…If not higher ranks…Most of them corrupted the system so much that it is suicidal to remove them now…Everything will fall apart and it will be chaos…Most of them would greet you on your first day the same way…with warmth…smiles…and encouragement…
You feel fabulous…You don’t understand why so many young Saudi generations flee the country…move to neighbouring countries…or have something on the side…You think that they have a negative approach…and should have persisted like you did…since you believe in yourself and believe in the future....
Days….weeks…and months pass…You still feel great…you love your work…you're setting up your company...you opened a new door…you handed in your research…you broadcasted a new product…media has talked about you…people are loving it…you're receiving the positive energy and the vibe feels right…just a couple of paper work and it will all be settled…
Two years has passed…the light in your eyes has dimmed…The papers have not been answered...you re- contact your boss…ask him what he thinks…you try different authorities…different conducts…you cannot move forward without consent…They say that they are just busy at the moment…but they will revise it soon…so you wake up in the morning sleep at night and work day in and day out to achieve one positive step ... but find yourself going backwards get with two...you mingle with the cliché…you have to…or else what social life would you have?…you still believe that they will help you…they will understand you…You are not doing anything wrong…on the contrary….you are bringing something new to the table…You have faith…
Three years…. your spirit is gone…You see things as they are…you adapt…you struggle…Nuisance start appearing in your life…(because you are young…you are different…and you still believe in yourself and did not breakdown…) You bended a bit too much the rules…you're making ripples…and trying to find your way around... that is not very satisfactory… Professionally they cant accuse you …since you are doing your work…so little stings are aimed on a daily basis for you to feel irritated and quit….but you don’t!!!…(because you are young…you are different…and you still believe in yourself and did not breakdown…) With time the stings become daggers….but you still hold on…. (because you are young…you are different…and you still believe in yourself and did not breakdown….)
Four years….They are aiming at your personal life….you wake up as if in a coma….the alarm in your head has rang in full alertness …every cell in your body is telling you to get out...you pack your bags (if you can) and leave…or you stay…because of circumstances, family or society...and bear a grudge…you become suspicious…you mingle with corruption...you have to get into the mould...The color has left your face…you find a double meaning in everything said and done and you become cynical at 26 years old…
(This post is for my friends and acquaintances…that came…saw…and left)
-Erick Golnik
When you’re young, educated, well traveled and begin to enter the real world…you are usually vibrant…alive…certain that all doors will open up to you…your return home will be celebrated…you are full of ideas…full of plans…you are going to revolutionize the rules…set up a new company…freshen up the system…and your 60 something boss will absolutely adore you…he will be flexible to the new strategic planning you came up with and your different approach with clients, patients, potential buyers...And if you are really lucky he may act as your mentor....
(NOT !!!!)
Numerous graduates…both females and males have started generally the same way…Their eyes glittering with energy…they are up before sunrise…they help out with the family…They feel patriotic…their name shall be written…they would be praised…they know its going to be hard but they have faith...with them... things will be different…It’s a new era…the country is opening up…There is a new king and people are moving forward in a prompt pace…It should work out fine…It HAS to work out fine….
(NOT!!!!)
Saudi Arabia is one of those countries that has been controlled for a long time by older generations…and I am not emphasizing only on the politics…Education, sports, Health, Arts, Economy and Business…All have old staffs…Old mobs…not yet retired…and will never till they reach their death bed...
Most of them had their positions before I was born…If not higher ranks…Most of them corrupted the system so much that it is suicidal to remove them now…Everything will fall apart and it will be chaos…Most of them would greet you on your first day the same way…with warmth…smiles…and encouragement…
You feel fabulous…You don’t understand why so many young Saudi generations flee the country…move to neighbouring countries…or have something on the side…You think that they have a negative approach…and should have persisted like you did…since you believe in yourself and believe in the future....
Days….weeks…and months pass…You still feel great…you love your work…you're setting up your company...you opened a new door…you handed in your research…you broadcasted a new product…media has talked about you…people are loving it…you're receiving the positive energy and the vibe feels right…just a couple of paper work and it will all be settled…
Two years has passed…the light in your eyes has dimmed…The papers have not been answered...you re- contact your boss…ask him what he thinks…you try different authorities…different conducts…you cannot move forward without consent…They say that they are just busy at the moment…but they will revise it soon…so you wake up in the morning sleep at night and work day in and day out to achieve one positive step ... but find yourself going backwards get with two...you mingle with the cliché…you have to…or else what social life would you have?…you still believe that they will help you…they will understand you…You are not doing anything wrong…on the contrary….you are bringing something new to the table…You have faith…
Three years…. your spirit is gone…You see things as they are…you adapt…you struggle…Nuisance start appearing in your life…(because you are young…you are different…and you still believe in yourself and did not breakdown…) You bended a bit too much the rules…you're making ripples…and trying to find your way around... that is not very satisfactory… Professionally they cant accuse you …since you are doing your work…so little stings are aimed on a daily basis for you to feel irritated and quit….but you don’t!!!…(because you are young…you are different…and you still believe in yourself and did not breakdown…) With time the stings become daggers….but you still hold on…. (because you are young…you are different…and you still believe in yourself and did not breakdown….)
Four years….They are aiming at your personal life….you wake up as if in a coma….the alarm in your head has rang in full alertness …every cell in your body is telling you to get out...you pack your bags (if you can) and leave…or you stay…because of circumstances, family or society...and bear a grudge…you become suspicious…you mingle with corruption...you have to get into the mould...The color has left your face…you find a double meaning in everything said and done and you become cynical at 26 years old…
(This post is for my friends and acquaintances…that came…saw…and left)
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Humanized fairy tales…
Generosity lies less in giving much than in giving at the right moment.
-Jean de la Bruyere
It all started when I grabbed a “HELLO” magazine to see what was going on in the “real” world…
Let’s face it!!!!…we adore the superficial…and the gossip about the superficial…I mean…how many would watch/read/listen to the news religiously anymore????….3???? Excluding of course the politicians….even THEY don’t give a damn!!!! All they really want to know is how they would look and who would vote for them….and lately have your blunt relationships out in the open a la Sarkozy ;)…
Anyway here I was…flipping through the magazine.. ..My feet soaking in a 40 degrees water bath for the preparation of the ritual of the “pedicure”… (Cant get better than that)…when suddenly I fell on a full page of a picture that seemed like a face… “Kate Middleton was dazzling, adopting a kind of euro-chic of white shirts and sunglasses by day and gorgeous gowns by night.”
Ok…lets get this straight…you can brain wash me for a bag…brain wash me with a song…brain wash me for horrible insect look alike sun glasses…but don’t you dare brain wash me on beauty and “dazzlement”!!!!!!!…I mean I didn’t even know who she was before plastering her all over the cover…Even now if she walked beside me in the street with a poster sign saying “it’s me Kate!!! Prince William’s girlfriend” I would barely notice…
I have nothing against…fetishism…or having urges for ugly/fat/old/low class/maid/hostess/hookers “a la Hugh grant” partners…But please pleasssssssssse people….keep it discreet…especially…ESPECIALLY…if you are meant to make people dream….
I mean when I was a little girl…the beautiful princess was someone like sleeping beauty…and the prince charming was someone who saves you by kissing your lips…but when I look at the royalty in this world today…my tinker bell dusts and the stars in my eyes just completely utterly switch off:
Crown prince of Spain is married to a 2 time divorcee, 1m 20, television journalist…Prince Charles is with his nanny (no wonder william is sexually confused)...The grand duke of Luxembourg is married to a random south American that he picked up somewhere or she picked him up…and one of his sons made a random Turkish girl pregnant X2….The prince of Norwey is with a man hand Australian kangoroo... The prince of Denmark is married to an ex-drugee with a kid…The Swedish crown princess is with her personal trainer…and the list goes on…
I think the only couple that is still hanging on from a thread…is the Belgium princes…she turned out to be from an aristocratic family and presentable…GOD!!!!! was that so hard to find!!!!
At least in the Arab countries we hide our fetishes…why do you think we have our women covered???!!!!...:P if One prince/sheikh has something for ugleyyyyy or sleaaaaaaaaaasyyyyyyy….then he doesn’t have to share it with the whole world… i.e people do not have to come and kiss their hands and pretend they are “dazzling” and a “true princess”….
We only let out the true sophisticated ones such as Queen Rania…Morroco's Princess Lella Salma (although this one should really not try to talk but just be beautiful and silent…or else her genetic roots will appear)… princess Haya of Jordan (more for her family tree then her looks I must say) and Sheikha Moza of Qatar ( although she is the second wife...the Sheikh didnt even mention/parade the other two....for obvious reasons)
And of course in Saudi Arabia King Abdullah chose the most presentable and elegant of his daughters to do the charity work… Princess Adellah…which is logical (you wont give your money if the representator is a nobody from nowhere and absolutely plain)
At the very least we do have the courtesy of keeping the magic alive…or else where is the fairy tale in all that????!!!…Tomorrow the butcher can be a prince…and the cleaner your next future queen…and we are supposed to be happy and smiling and say there is no social class in love…NOOOOOOOOOOOOO please!!!!!!! Love IS blind....especially from the waist down sooooo....
a SHOUT OUT to all the upper class people out there…you don’t have to fall in love…especially if your taste is like S****…stick to the ranking…the dreams…the blue blood…the enchantment…the fantasy… please do it…for our sake!!!!!!
so that WE can live happily ever after....:)
THE END
-Jean de la Bruyere
It all started when I grabbed a “HELLO” magazine to see what was going on in the “real” world…
Let’s face it!!!!…we adore the superficial…and the gossip about the superficial…I mean…how many would watch/read/listen to the news religiously anymore????….3???? Excluding of course the politicians….even THEY don’t give a damn!!!! All they really want to know is how they would look and who would vote for them….and lately have your blunt relationships out in the open a la Sarkozy ;)…
Anyway here I was…flipping through the magazine.. ..My feet soaking in a 40 degrees water bath for the preparation of the ritual of the “pedicure”… (Cant get better than that)…when suddenly I fell on a full page of a picture that seemed like a face… “Kate Middleton was dazzling, adopting a kind of euro-chic of white shirts and sunglasses by day and gorgeous gowns by night.”
Ok…lets get this straight…you can brain wash me for a bag…brain wash me with a song…brain wash me for horrible insect look alike sun glasses…but don’t you dare brain wash me on beauty and “dazzlement”!!!!!!!…I mean I didn’t even know who she was before plastering her all over the cover…Even now if she walked beside me in the street with a poster sign saying “it’s me Kate!!! Prince William’s girlfriend” I would barely notice…
I have nothing against…fetishism…or having urges for ugly/fat/old/low class/maid/hostess/hookers “a la Hugh grant” partners…But please pleasssssssssse people….keep it discreet…especially…ESPECIALLY…if you are meant to make people dream….
I mean when I was a little girl…the beautiful princess was someone like sleeping beauty…and the prince charming was someone who saves you by kissing your lips…but when I look at the royalty in this world today…my tinker bell dusts and the stars in my eyes just completely utterly switch off:
Crown prince of Spain is married to a 2 time divorcee, 1m 20, television journalist…Prince Charles is with his nanny (no wonder william is sexually confused)...The grand duke of Luxembourg is married to a random south American that he picked up somewhere or she picked him up…and one of his sons made a random Turkish girl pregnant X2….The prince of Norwey is with a man hand Australian kangoroo... The prince of Denmark is married to an ex-drugee with a kid…The Swedish crown princess is with her personal trainer…and the list goes on…
I think the only couple that is still hanging on from a thread…is the Belgium princes…she turned out to be from an aristocratic family and presentable…GOD!!!!! was that so hard to find!!!!
At least in the Arab countries we hide our fetishes…why do you think we have our women covered???!!!!...:P if One prince/sheikh has something for ugleyyyyy or sleaaaaaaaaaasyyyyyyy….then he doesn’t have to share it with the whole world… i.e people do not have to come and kiss their hands and pretend they are “dazzling” and a “true princess”….
We only let out the true sophisticated ones such as Queen Rania…Morroco's Princess Lella Salma (although this one should really not try to talk but just be beautiful and silent…or else her genetic roots will appear)… princess Haya of Jordan (more for her family tree then her looks I must say) and Sheikha Moza of Qatar ( although she is the second wife...the Sheikh didnt even mention/parade the other two....for obvious reasons)
And of course in Saudi Arabia King Abdullah chose the most presentable and elegant of his daughters to do the charity work… Princess Adellah…which is logical (you wont give your money if the representator is a nobody from nowhere and absolutely plain)
At the very least we do have the courtesy of keeping the magic alive…or else where is the fairy tale in all that????!!!…Tomorrow the butcher can be a prince…and the cleaner your next future queen…and we are supposed to be happy and smiling and say there is no social class in love…NOOOOOOOOOOOOO please!!!!!!! Love IS blind....especially from the waist down sooooo....
a SHOUT OUT to all the upper class people out there…you don’t have to fall in love…especially if your taste is like S****…stick to the ranking…the dreams…the blue blood…the enchantment…the fantasy… please do it…for our sake!!!!!!
so that WE can live happily ever after....:)
THE END
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The Friends that change...
"Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand."
-Neil Armstrong
Saudi Arabia like a lot of countries in the world…send some students abroad…And Saudi students like a lot of students in the world…tend to enjoy the student life…mingling with other nationalities…no responsabilities…. Hanging out at the local campus café…having road trips on spring break…enjoying a lot of first time experiences…grouping with friends that we know we will be with forever…or will we?
What does bring us together at the end of the day…being in the same environment???!!!…starting a new life???!!! The sudden feel of independence??!!..Sharing the same apartment???!!…going to the same classes???!…having the same mental connection???!!!…laughing at each other's jokes ???!!!!...having each other's back???…experiencing the same things????…being together in intense moments???!!
Whatever it is….The connection is strong and powerful it could even last through our post grad…but what happens when we are back home???!!!!...back to our families…our culture…the friends that we left behind…the things we used to do…or the things we used to believe…
Sure!.... we tend to try to keep in touch…plan trips…if we live in the same town we have a sort of a weekly meeting up…send each other emails…give each other a surprise call from time to time…but the gap grows wider and wider with time..we will try to adapt…will try to fit in…slowly breaking old strings and building new ones…
Till the day the friend that you promised that you would be forever…that you just click with…decides to get married the "traditional way"…
It wouldn't be as dramatic as it sounds…if the partner was not as plain…not as witty….not as open to the world…as he is…but your friend doesn't seem to mind…on the contrary he sinks in…deeper and deeper…he feels like a foreigner…an intruder…he doesn't want to be different…. Doesn't want to be the prodigee…
He changes slowly…severely…the sense of humour is vanished…the repartee is gone…he became darkly old fashioned…even more than your average person that hasn't left the country…he starts using more cultural slang words…he reflects more and more on the traditional thoughts in his being…he denies his other self…
Till one day he has blocked you from his messenger…deleted you from his friend's list…changed his numbers…without a word…without a reason…without a goodbye...
-Neil Armstrong
Saudi Arabia like a lot of countries in the world…send some students abroad…And Saudi students like a lot of students in the world…tend to enjoy the student life…mingling with other nationalities…no responsabilities…. Hanging out at the local campus café…having road trips on spring break…enjoying a lot of first time experiences…grouping with friends that we know we will be with forever…or will we?
What does bring us together at the end of the day…being in the same environment???!!!…starting a new life???!!! The sudden feel of independence??!!..Sharing the same apartment???!!…going to the same classes???!…having the same mental connection???!!!…laughing at each other's jokes ???!!!!...having each other's back???…experiencing the same things????…being together in intense moments???!!
Whatever it is….The connection is strong and powerful it could even last through our post grad…but what happens when we are back home???!!!!...back to our families…our culture…the friends that we left behind…the things we used to do…or the things we used to believe…
Sure!.... we tend to try to keep in touch…plan trips…if we live in the same town we have a sort of a weekly meeting up…send each other emails…give each other a surprise call from time to time…but the gap grows wider and wider with time..we will try to adapt…will try to fit in…slowly breaking old strings and building new ones…
Till the day the friend that you promised that you would be forever…that you just click with…decides to get married the "traditional way"…
It wouldn't be as dramatic as it sounds…if the partner was not as plain…not as witty….not as open to the world…as he is…but your friend doesn't seem to mind…on the contrary he sinks in…deeper and deeper…he feels like a foreigner…an intruder…he doesn't want to be different…. Doesn't want to be the prodigee…
He changes slowly…severely…the sense of humour is vanished…the repartee is gone…he became darkly old fashioned…even more than your average person that hasn't left the country…he starts using more cultural slang words…he reflects more and more on the traditional thoughts in his being…he denies his other self…
Till one day he has blocked you from his messenger…deleted you from his friend's list…changed his numbers…without a word…without a reason…without a goodbye...
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Dog versus Cat?
Have patience with all things, but first of all with yourself.
-St. Francis de Sales
First of all Ramadan Kareem bloggers…I know you ppl thought I was already dead and buried and was just starting to write your condolences…but you can give a girl a break can't you?…blame it on the time of the month…summer holidays…family drama…love…or simply boredom…BUT you should really blame it on my dog…
It all started in july 2007….in this glorious day called my BD (by the way I haven't received ONE not ONE happy birthday) Is it too much to ask and send me a BD card or go to Mouaad*…lol anyway you can add THAT on the list of NOT keeping in touch…
* a famous jewelry place in the middle east quite like Tiffanys..
Anyway in this glorious day called my BD..a friend of mine parked his glorious red flashy Ferrari jewel in front of Buddah Bar…Paris…
Yes a dinner was planned for my honor…and Yes I have interesting friends :)…what better to be the queen of the day…with friends…acquaintances…and my brothers (well that is not really the fun part)…
But what made it really special is what my Ferrari friend bought with him…it was a bag and in the bag….yes you guessed it…the most adorable tiny shivering not- quite- sure- it -is –a- living being DOG …
"3ogbal 100 sana ya gamar!" **
** may you live a 100 years moonlight…something we usually say at BDs the 100 years part not the moon light part :)…
All I could do as a physical response is squeak and hug my friend at the same time…(I could be such a girl sometimes)…
It was sooooooooo cute…I dropped everything and started "bouging bouging" it…but since dogs were not allowed in restaurants and especially in an All noise, Suhi eating ,Belly dancing ones…we had to hide it underneath the table….
Later that night…a scream came out from an apartment…Our apartment…it was mom…and no it was not of joy….
Before I go any further…quick explanation…in most Muslim countries Dogs are considered quite filthy…you can have them in your garden…hunt with them…but not really cuddle them and kiss them…and definitely not have them in the living room…in a 5 bedroom apartment…It is said because something in their saliva is not quite hygienic and it breaks your ablutions for praying…but what about CATS then? There is nothing more hypocrite and detestable than cats to me…they don't know you till they are hungry…if you die she will survive and find herself another slave…(7 lives they really have a long way to go )…they sleep all day or cruise around the house as if it is theirs…they cause a million allergies….and if it is a female….it sleeps with half the neighborhood…where do you think that patched kitten came from????!!!!!….
But try explaining THAT to my mother…I promised to take care of it …she wont even notice it is in the house and it will definitely not come near her side of the house…I will clean…feed…burp…take a walk…put to sleep..play with it…..
"NO!"
That was quite definite and direct…I called my Ferrari friend…(why do I keep calling him that???!!not very humanly)…his name is Aboudi…so I called Aboudi up in tears and told him to take the dog back…it was useless…
At the apartment's doorstep Aboudi tried to reason with me and cheer me up…and said things like…" I will keep it till you reason with your mom or better yet I will give it to you in Saudi and you can see what happens there…"
I was leaning on his car…my eyes fell on a really deep scratch…I am not a car obsessed freak nor a dramatic over tiny bumps on cars but that must have been upsetting…
"you have a really deep scratch Aboudi…hope it wasn't me!"
"Oh yeah…no that was in London…somebody scratched it with keys on purpose when I was at a restaurant"
"You must be joking!!!!!"
"Wallah…"***
*** meaning I promise you
He then said maybe it was the license plate that triggered it since it was written Saudi Arabia….or an envious anti "hot" cars …or an anti "hot" cars that isn't his….
But that so weird though…London is full of Russians…Asians…Swiss…Americans…that do not have a "british" car…I mean who has a "british" car????!!!!... Everything is upside down…no one wants to complicate their lives…they want to have a break….Its summer for God's Sake!!!!
But it is really Aboudi's fault I mean why flaunt it to complete envious ignorant savages…If you need to flaunt it then flaunt it to civilized people that really appreciate a red flashy jewel Ferrari when they see it…I mean the creator really did put his inspiration into the machine…its curves…its passionate colors…even its noise is one of a woman making love…..(how do I know?)…I have brothers AND Italian friends….so trust me… I know…. (not going to see a Ferrari the same way again are you? ;p
But back to my problem…I am in Saudi now and my dog too….Aboudi wants to give it to me…My mom is anti dog Semitic but my dad is a bit skeptical will try to break the shell with some feminine pleading…any other ideas?
-St. Francis de Sales
First of all Ramadan Kareem bloggers…I know you ppl thought I was already dead and buried and was just starting to write your condolences…but you can give a girl a break can't you?…blame it on the time of the month…summer holidays…family drama…love…or simply boredom…BUT you should really blame it on my dog…
It all started in july 2007….in this glorious day called my BD (by the way I haven't received ONE not ONE happy birthday) Is it too much to ask and send me a BD card or go to Mouaad*…lol anyway you can add THAT on the list of NOT keeping in touch…
* a famous jewelry place in the middle east quite like Tiffanys..
Anyway in this glorious day called my BD..a friend of mine parked his glorious red flashy Ferrari jewel in front of Buddah Bar…Paris…
Yes a dinner was planned for my honor…and Yes I have interesting friends :)…what better to be the queen of the day…with friends…acquaintances…and my brothers (well that is not really the fun part)…
But what made it really special is what my Ferrari friend bought with him…it was a bag and in the bag….yes you guessed it…the most adorable tiny shivering not- quite- sure- it -is –a- living being DOG …
"3ogbal 100 sana ya gamar!" **
** may you live a 100 years moonlight…something we usually say at BDs the 100 years part not the moon light part :)…
All I could do as a physical response is squeak and hug my friend at the same time…(I could be such a girl sometimes)…
It was sooooooooo cute…I dropped everything and started "bouging bouging" it…but since dogs were not allowed in restaurants and especially in an All noise, Suhi eating ,Belly dancing ones…we had to hide it underneath the table….
Later that night…a scream came out from an apartment…Our apartment…it was mom…and no it was not of joy….
Before I go any further…quick explanation…in most Muslim countries Dogs are considered quite filthy…you can have them in your garden…hunt with them…but not really cuddle them and kiss them…and definitely not have them in the living room…in a 5 bedroom apartment…It is said because something in their saliva is not quite hygienic and it breaks your ablutions for praying…but what about CATS then? There is nothing more hypocrite and detestable than cats to me…they don't know you till they are hungry…if you die she will survive and find herself another slave…(7 lives they really have a long way to go )…they sleep all day or cruise around the house as if it is theirs…they cause a million allergies….and if it is a female….it sleeps with half the neighborhood…where do you think that patched kitten came from????!!!!!….
But try explaining THAT to my mother…I promised to take care of it …she wont even notice it is in the house and it will definitely not come near her side of the house…I will clean…feed…burp…take a walk…put to sleep..play with it…..
"NO!"
That was quite definite and direct…I called my Ferrari friend…(why do I keep calling him that???!!not very humanly)…his name is Aboudi…so I called Aboudi up in tears and told him to take the dog back…it was useless…
At the apartment's doorstep Aboudi tried to reason with me and cheer me up…and said things like…" I will keep it till you reason with your mom or better yet I will give it to you in Saudi and you can see what happens there…"
I was leaning on his car…my eyes fell on a really deep scratch…I am not a car obsessed freak nor a dramatic over tiny bumps on cars but that must have been upsetting…
"you have a really deep scratch Aboudi…hope it wasn't me!"
"Oh yeah…no that was in London…somebody scratched it with keys on purpose when I was at a restaurant"
"You must be joking!!!!!"
"Wallah…"***
*** meaning I promise you
He then said maybe it was the license plate that triggered it since it was written Saudi Arabia….or an envious anti "hot" cars …or an anti "hot" cars that isn't his….
But that so weird though…London is full of Russians…Asians…Swiss…Americans…that do not have a "british" car…I mean who has a "british" car????!!!!... Everything is upside down…no one wants to complicate their lives…they want to have a break….Its summer for God's Sake!!!!
But it is really Aboudi's fault I mean why flaunt it to complete envious ignorant savages…If you need to flaunt it then flaunt it to civilized people that really appreciate a red flashy jewel Ferrari when they see it…I mean the creator really did put his inspiration into the machine…its curves…its passionate colors…even its noise is one of a woman making love…..(how do I know?)…I have brothers AND Italian friends….so trust me… I know…. (not going to see a Ferrari the same way again are you? ;p
But back to my problem…I am in Saudi now and my dog too….Aboudi wants to give it to me…My mom is anti dog Semitic but my dad is a bit skeptical will try to break the shell with some feminine pleading…any other ideas?
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Classical marriage???!!!…Nah!!! Let's improvise!!!!
In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.
-Coco Chanel
In all cultures…traditions…religions…throughout history… Marriage is normally passed through a Priest, Sheikh, Rabi, Holy man, Chief of village, the Maire with the consent of both parties and the blessings of both families…legal papers…ect…
Classic stuff…you say…
Welcome to the 21st century…more precisely Welcome to Saudi…where we actually did our own rules and made it logically acceptable for not to feel guilty…
Boyfriend/girlfriend, living together, homosexuals, girls living alone, having babies without getting married, adopting babies Bradanjelina style WITHOUT getting married... as you know is quite taboo in our culture/religion and is definitely classified as a NO NO NO!!!!!….
SO What other choices do we have????!!! if we choose:
1- Not to commit the mortal sin (not having a Bf/Gf relationship)
2- Not to marry traditionally (refusing the idea of your mother picking her niece as your future bride)
3- Did not find the love of our life ( were too busy in your career or found out that most of the people you met were jerks superficial snobs that have the nerve to bee picky)
4- Had horrible past experiences so want to have the intimate part without the 24/7 in your face part..
5- OR the love of our life was totally thrown out of the door by our family..(regardless of your whining crying cutting yourself Amy Whinehouse style threatening to bombarding yourself and becoming a terrorist)
Well my friend we are glad to tell you that this is your LUCKY DAY…(this is not a joke) and we will motivate you with some ideas…but before that… let's have a little preview on HOW these ideas started…
Well it all came from a country far far away known for its seductive Cleopatra…humorous Adel Imam*…and breathtaking Oum Kalthoum's** vocal cords…yes…Egypt…
*famous comedian ** famous singer
GEOGRAPHICALLY the red sea separates us…but LITERALLY they live here in winter or mostly all the time and we go there for the summer…It is there where it all started…it is there where a local imam woke up one morning and gave the solution to legalize another kind of marriage for people to: Get it on without the pressure of passing through the family's inquisition and especially for young people not to be "single" anymore….
OF course being the typical Saudis that we are… we spiced it up and improvised it even more and even nicknamed some of them…so without further ado here goes…
*The "Zawaj alMot3a" (meaning the pleasurable marriage): this kind of marriage (as its name describes it) is for pure pleasure and I think we both know which kind…the couple is a couple for a certain time…nobody has to know (except the Sheikh and the witnesses of course)…the girl lives with her family and the guy with his or by his lonesome…if by a certain time they find out they were meant to be together (the sparks turned out to be a burning fire:) and want to take it out in the open…then the guy should do it the traditional way by passing through family…if not they divorce…no tears…no hard feelings…no drama…
*The "Zawaj Alshanta" (meaning the luggage marriage): These mostly include business man who are often traveling overseas and need some companionship to share the world with…so everytime he travels… his "wife" goes with him…Most of these men are already married…and the second "wife" is the fun bit…again it is up to the couple to decide till when they would be together…and if they want to take it out in the open…
*The "Zawaj Alfriend" (meaning the friendly marriage): These mostly include students that study abroad…they do not want to be contaminated with the sexual diseases out there but also do not want to be alone with a smelly roommate for 4 years…so they get married to another student and decide to study together…have fun together…do all the things young people do… and be together till the end of…………………………………………….their studies...again if they are happy they take it out in the open if not well they divorce and go their separate ways… no tears…no hard feelings…no drama…
LAST but not least
*The "Zawai Alweekend": as you must certainly have figured it out …this marriage is only on weekends…during the week you have your career to focus on…your family…your friends…your goals…the stress…and during the weekend you un-stress with your "wife" or "husband" …and like they say Absence makes the heart grow fonder….(Btw you have NO idea how popular this marriage is ;)
So I hope you enjoyed my post today and like always you didn't hear it from me :)
N.B: Please remember that every single idea here is capital C "copywritten" by (Kingdom of Saudi Arabia making your life easier by making your sex life easier)…Thank you and God Bless :)
-Coco Chanel
In all cultures…traditions…religions…throughout history… Marriage is normally passed through a Priest, Sheikh, Rabi, Holy man, Chief of village, the Maire with the consent of both parties and the blessings of both families…legal papers…ect…
Classic stuff…you say…
Welcome to the 21st century…more precisely Welcome to Saudi…where we actually did our own rules and made it logically acceptable for not to feel guilty…
Boyfriend/girlfriend, living together, homosexuals, girls living alone, having babies without getting married, adopting babies Bradanjelina style WITHOUT getting married... as you know is quite taboo in our culture/religion and is definitely classified as a NO NO NO!!!!!….
SO What other choices do we have????!!! if we choose:
1- Not to commit the mortal sin (not having a Bf/Gf relationship)
2- Not to marry traditionally (refusing the idea of your mother picking her niece as your future bride)
3- Did not find the love of our life ( were too busy in your career or found out that most of the people you met were jerks superficial snobs that have the nerve to bee picky)
4- Had horrible past experiences so want to have the intimate part without the 24/7 in your face part..
5- OR the love of our life was totally thrown out of the door by our family..(regardless of your whining crying cutting yourself Amy Whinehouse style threatening to bombarding yourself and becoming a terrorist)
Well my friend we are glad to tell you that this is your LUCKY DAY…(this is not a joke) and we will motivate you with some ideas…but before that… let's have a little preview on HOW these ideas started…
Well it all came from a country far far away known for its seductive Cleopatra…humorous Adel Imam*…and breathtaking Oum Kalthoum's** vocal cords…yes…Egypt…
*famous comedian ** famous singer
GEOGRAPHICALLY the red sea separates us…but LITERALLY they live here in winter or mostly all the time and we go there for the summer…It is there where it all started…it is there where a local imam woke up one morning and gave the solution to legalize another kind of marriage for people to: Get it on without the pressure of passing through the family's inquisition and especially for young people not to be "single" anymore….
OF course being the typical Saudis that we are… we spiced it up and improvised it even more and even nicknamed some of them…so without further ado here goes…
*The "Zawaj alMot3a" (meaning the pleasurable marriage): this kind of marriage (as its name describes it) is for pure pleasure and I think we both know which kind…the couple is a couple for a certain time…nobody has to know (except the Sheikh and the witnesses of course)…the girl lives with her family and the guy with his or by his lonesome…if by a certain time they find out they were meant to be together (the sparks turned out to be a burning fire:) and want to take it out in the open…then the guy should do it the traditional way by passing through family…if not they divorce…no tears…no hard feelings…no drama…
*The "Zawaj Alshanta" (meaning the luggage marriage): These mostly include business man who are often traveling overseas and need some companionship to share the world with…so everytime he travels… his "wife" goes with him…Most of these men are already married…and the second "wife" is the fun bit…again it is up to the couple to decide till when they would be together…and if they want to take it out in the open…
*The "Zawaj Alfriend" (meaning the friendly marriage): These mostly include students that study abroad…they do not want to be contaminated with the sexual diseases out there but also do not want to be alone with a smelly roommate for 4 years…so they get married to another student and decide to study together…have fun together…do all the things young people do… and be together till the end of…………………………………………….their studies...again if they are happy they take it out in the open if not well they divorce and go their separate ways… no tears…no hard feelings…no drama…
LAST but not least
*The "Zawai Alweekend": as you must certainly have figured it out …this marriage is only on weekends…during the week you have your career to focus on…your family…your friends…your goals…the stress…and during the weekend you un-stress with your "wife" or "husband" …and like they say Absence makes the heart grow fonder….(Btw you have NO idea how popular this marriage is ;)
So I hope you enjoyed my post today and like always you didn't hear it from me :)
N.B: Please remember that every single idea here is capital C "copywritten" by (Kingdom of Saudi Arabia making your life easier by making your sex life easier)…Thank you and God Bless :)
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