tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331975672009-06-13T03:20:24.245+04:00Saudi and the CityMy life is here but I suddenly find myself wondering if this is where I truly belong...is this how my life is suppose to play out or is there something else for me out there...will I ever know?!Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-78714927436512402172008-06-02T00:36:00.007+04:002008-06-02T01:12:38.984+04:00<a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></span></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>If u can’t judge a book by it’s cover, can u judge it by it’s TOC?!</strong></span> </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span>We all have this special someone in our lives that we know everything about yet don’t really know anything at all. Someone we crush over and secretly fanaticize about but not necessarily have any real feelings for!<br /><br />OH don’t look at me like that…you know exactly who I’m talking about. I call them <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>“Our It”</strong></span> people. <em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(Not to be confused with cousin IT from the Adams Family, waaaay to hairy for my taste!!)</span></em><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“Our It”</span></strong> people; the prom king and queen, the cute elevator girl, the cute doctor who can’t seem to diagnose the condition we don’t really have!!<br />Common guys, admit it. We all have one of those people in our lives, we just occasionally suppress them when we are preoccupied with other viable prospects.<br /><br />We never really talk to <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>“Our It”</strong></span> people because we put them on such high pedestals and idolize them to a point where we forgot that they are actually normal people who pee and pass gas just like the rest of us </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(sorry for the mental image guys. Just watched the episode of Sex and the City were Carry farts in front of Mr.Big in bed)!<br /><br /></span></em>Even though, we can never muster up the courage to talk to <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“Our It”</span></strong> people in person, we have this strange confidence that once we do actually establish contact that they were surely going to fall head over heals for our fabulous selves!<br /><br /><strong>Well people, yours truly actually mustered up the courage to approach her <span style="color:#cc33cc;">“It person</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">”</span></strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>!</strong><br /></span><br />The cover of that book was ohhh so fine to say the least; attractive, catchy, juicy and very promising. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said about its content!!<br /><br />I knew the book had mixed reviews and was deemed a bit too <span style="color:#ff0000;">R</span> rated for my taste, but I couldn’t resist picking it up anyways to find out for my self!<br /><br />Idiot, unmotivated, shallow, sexist, party animal are some of the words that come to mind. I honestly think this dude doesn’t have any goals or aspirations that transcend exercising the muscle that doesn’t rhyme with train, which I assume is the only functioning one this dude has!!!!!!!!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Am I being harsh, nasty even bitchy? Maybe, but this yummy idiot ruined the vision I had of him in a few minutes. Why couldn’t he just shut up and look pretty?!!!<br /></strong><br />Have u ever watched a kick ass movie commercial and gotten really excited about it only to get really disappointed once you actually watched the movie. Maybe because the movie was shit or because you expected way too much that there was no way for it to live up to your expectations?? Well…that’s exactly how I felt!<br /><br />They say <span style="color:#cc33cc;">“you can’t judge a book by its cover”</span> mainly because covers can be misleading and depend on how well they are marketed!<br />Personally, I say why not? A book’s cover is chosen by its author to reflect what the book is all about, and if it’s too vague, it’s table of content could do the trick!<br /><br />Having said that, every once in a while you get a book u can’t help but pick up and read along with to see what it’s all about. That’s what I have decided to do, so I am currently attempting to read that book, very slowly and not that often but hey, at least I’m trying to read it <span style="color:#cc33cc;">:)</span><br /><br />So far, not that interested but I don’t think I’m ready to put it down yet and move on, at least not until I find a book more interesting to read <span style="color:#cc33cc;">;) </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>So tell me:<br /></strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">1-</span> Would you judge a book by it’s cover , explain why or why not?<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">2-</span> If you were to choose a book cover for urself , what would it be?<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">3-</span> What cover of books attracts you the most ?<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-7871492743651240217?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-39390996467672843702008-04-14T11:51:00.004+04:002008-04-15T09:55:54.096+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/Sex%20and%20the%20City.mp3"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/Sex%20and%20the%20City.mp3" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /><br />Shameless!!!! </span></span><br /><br />It seems like I haven’t written a post in ages… over a month is ages in the blogsphere, Seriously, Seriously, SERIOUSLY!! <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(Me and my Grey’s Anatomy moments, sorry couldn’t help myself, btw, the new season starts airing again on the 24th of April, YAAAAAAAAAAY ☺ )</span><br /><br />My apologies, but this <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Dazed and Confused</span></a> gal has been swamped, preoccupied, depressed, unmotivated and now royally confused!!! <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(That’s a first!)</span><br /><br />Nonetheless, I have decided to look at the brighter side of things and appreciate the new chapter of my life that is about to start soon, whish me luck guys :)<br /><br />In attempt to inflate my somewhat deflated ego, I am gonna partake in a bit of shameless promoting…BARE WITH ME , this is gonna be a long one !<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">1-</span> Over 10,000 hits yaaaaaaaaaay, looking forward to the next 10,000 (better get<br /> cracking guys)<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">2- </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Saudi and the City</span> is now <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">tooting it.</span> <a href="http://itoot.net/">Toot</a> is a selctive blog directory or at least i have<br /> been told that lists diverse blogs from all around the Middle East. I was extremely<br /> excited to be featured and encourage you to <a href="http://itoot.net/blogs.toot.php">vote for Saudi and the City </a>since voting<br /> for myself isn’t landing me on <a href="http://itoot.net/top10.php">the top 10 list </a>!!!!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">3-</span> The always gracious <a href="http://searchingtheinnerme.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The Seeker </span></a>has been kind enough to award me with both the<br /> thinker and you make my day awards. Thank you very much for always making my<br /> day with such awards : )<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">4- </span><a href="http://alloukiallou.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Mr. Gabriel</span></a> has written a <a href="http://alloukiallou.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_07.html">review of Saudi and the City</a> and posted on his blog. I was<br /> suuuuuuper excited when he mentioned that to me and i rushed to his blog to read<br /> my review. Surprise surprise, it was in GREEK !!!<br /> being the self centered gal that i am , i had him translate his amazing and well<br /> thought of review fetured below :)<br /><br />She is <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Dazed and Confused </span>just like her bloggish nickname : Dazed and Confused or DC as she signs. And how could she not be dazed and confused since she graduated from an American university and having no other choice but to obey her parents and the socioreligious status quo she had to return to her birthplace in Saudi Arabia just a year ago.<br /><br />Has anyone of us ,actually, ever thought that it is illegal to drive because of your gender, to go out without an escort because of your gender, not to have anywhere to go out at night because of your gender, to run the risk of getting arrested because of the way you’re dressed?<br />The Dazed had to deal with all this and still does everyday and –as she writes- she would have gone off her head if she wouldn’t find her emergency exit through .. blogging.<br /><br />No, this isn’t about a blog that depresses you. On the contrary, the only thing DC is left with (and that obviously is her most powerful weapon) is her effortless humor, confused (that , too) with frequent deathly thoughts. Every post is for us a window overlooking a financially powerful society that suffocates its citizens with its own wealth. Is it an oxymoron? Yes, at first sight, it is.<br /><br />Her first posts were bitter and angry to some extent. Her studies granted her a comfortable life but at the same time predetermined, too. Despite all this, she isn’t so critical about her country’s leadership as she is about the citizens themselves, including herself too. “We are being controlled because we allow them to control us and are unwilling to stand up and fight for what we believe in and really want. We are too comfortable with the ways things are and aren’t willing to step away from our comfort zone to pursue a life and a dream we know nothing about”<br /><br />So, in her first post she made a list of the 101 THINGS SHE WANTS TO DO BEFORE SHE DIES which I have copied word to word putting in bold letters the wishes that have a high degree of difficulty, in case she would like to fulfil them then.<br /><br />1. adopt an orphan for each child I give birth to<br />2. attend a film premier<br />3. attend NYC's fashion week<br />4. become a famous international actress and win an award<br />5. become a hacker <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />6. become the first female president of Saudi Arabia</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />7. bid on something ridiculously expensive during an auction then pretend that I have </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">alzheimer's</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />8. body paint</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. call all the people I don't like and tell them so</span><br />10. call all the people I love and tell them so<br />11. call my X and ask him if he ever really loved me<br />12. climb Mount Everest<br />13. date a celebrity<br />14. direct a movie<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">15. dive into a bowling alley</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />16. do laser hair removal</span><br />17. Do my M.B.A<br />18. do the Monopoly board pub crawl<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">19. Drive a formula one car</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />20. drive in Saudi Arabia</span><br />21. eat an entire chicken by myself with my hands like they do in the Egyptian movies!<br />22. exercise on a regular basis<br />23. fall in love<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">24. fart in an elevator then SCREAM who did it</span><br />25. get a 4 hand massage<br />26. get arrested and spend a night in jail<br />27. get stoned<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">28. go camping in the desert and the beach</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />29. go on a Safari <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">(Desert Safari done, AMAAAAZING, Jungle Safari pending )</span></span><br />30. go on the Sex and The City tour in NYC<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">31. go to a movie theatre that's playing a horror movie and randomly grab people at very intense moments</span><br />32. go to Hajj<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">33. go to space</span><br />34. go to the love planet festival in Prague<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">35. grab a Mo6awa3 (religious police) from his lehya (beard) and threaten to demanilize him if he bothers any other girl again</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">36. grab a stranger , tell him he's my soul mate, kiss him then leav</span>e<br />37. have my own radio and/or TV. Show<br />38. have sex in a public place , preferably in an elevator (With my future husband if I get married. So thanks to anyone volunteering to help me out with this one but I’ll have to pass :)<br />39. hot air ballooning<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">40. join a TV reality show</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">41. jump from a waterfall then bathe under it</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">42. jump into a pool in a wedding dress</span><br />43. keep blogging for at least 5 years <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">( 1 down, 4 to go )</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />44. Knee George W.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">45. lean how to ski, surf and sail</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />46. learn how to blow dry my hair</span><br />47. learn how to cook anything ! <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />48. learn how to drive a manual car</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />49. learn how to drive a plane and a motorcycle <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">(finally been on a motorcycle in Saudi !!)</span></span><br />50. learn how to play baloot, chess and poker <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(Poker done)</span><br />51. learn how to play the guitar<br />52. learn how to put make up properly<br />53. learn how to put on nail polish within the nail border!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">54. learn how to Salsa , Meringue , Cha Cha ,Belly dance, Mambo and ball room dance like a professional</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />55. learn how to speak Italian , Spanish, French, Hebrew and Urdu</span><br />56. learn how to spell like an adult!<br />57. learn how to type properly<br />58. learn the names of all the countries including their capitals and languages spoken in each<br />59. mail a letter to a stranger and include $500 in the envelop. ask that person to add as much money as he/she would like then mail the money and the letter to another person in another country and do the same thing then mail me the status of the letter.when the letter has roamed the world the last person should mail me back all the money and the letter showing it's route and I then donate all the money to a charity ( this is to test people's greed)<br />60. master flash , Photoshop and illustrator<br />61. Max out my credit card <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">(almost!!!)</span><br />62. memorize The Holy Quran<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">63. paraglide</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">64. participate in a treasure hunt</span><br />65. participate in a water gun war<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">66. participate in the largest human domino in the world</span><br />67. play a part in my favorite TV show<br />68. ride a Gondola in Venice with someone I love<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">69. Ride a horse on the beach <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">(Does a Camel count!)</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />70. ride a wild horse</span><br />71. ride the luggage rolling trail<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">72. ride the subway for an entire day aimlessly and discover new places</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">73. ride the worlds biggest rollercoaster</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />74. run with the bulls in Spain</span><br />75. save someone's life<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">76. scream don't marry that person @ a wedding then run out</span><br />77. scuba dive the Barrier Reef<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">78. shave my head</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">79. shoot a gun</span><br />80. sing a duet with my favorite singer<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">81. skinny dip @ midnight</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">82. Sky Dive</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">83. spend an entire day as a man and see if I can actually get away with it</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">84. stage dive or crowd surf</span><br />85. stall traffic and refuse to move my car and when people ask me why I just say na7asa (cus. i can) !<br />86. start a revolution <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />87. start my own business</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">88. start my own clothing line</span><br />89. stay in an ice hotel<br />90. study the Kama Sutra and put theory into practice (again with my future husband people)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">91. swim with dolphins</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />92. swim with sharks</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />93. take part in a police car chase</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />94. tell my parents that I'm pregnant and that I don't know who the father is just to see their reaction</span><br />95. travel the world and see the 7 wonders<br />96. volunteer in a refugee camp<br />97. watch all the movies that have won Oscars<br />98. wear the hejab (headscarf)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">99. white river rafting</span><br />100. write a best seller preferably about the 101 things i did before i died and film it in a documentary :)<br />101. mail a letter of this list to my future self in 20 years<br />The Dazed seems to have made a bet with herself to find out if she can actually fulfil some of her wishes in a society which does not give her the possibility to have an “identity” and through tragicomic incidents of her everyday life-those as well as her faithful readers- realise that…<br />‘ something sucks in the Kingdom..’<br />I wonder when she will write her first book. Or is this, her book?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Blog’s title : </span>Dazed and Confused<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Favourite post : </span>ALL OF THEM<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">For a start:</span><br />November 2006 and December 2006 posts<br />especially'<a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-having-penis-prerequisite-to-living_13.html">is having a penis a prerequisite to living in Saudi Arabia?'</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Country :</span> Saudi Arabia<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Language :</span> English (fortunately..)<br /><br />Thank you very much Gabriel for this review . I especially enjoyed the party about my deadly thoughts !!!!<br /><br />Just a few corrections, I moved back to Saudi over 3 years ago and can go our without an escort despite my Gender : )<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">5-</span> the review above ties perfectly with this point. Our own resident Blog perv , the one and only <a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/">Mr. Dotsson</a> tagged me in his <a href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/2008/03/6-things-you-should-do-before-you-die.html">“6 Things You Should Do Before You Die"</a> post because he thinks i should stop asking my readers what they think and start thinking for myself !!!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Copied </span><br />This is an interesting tag, and here goes:<br /><br />1. Post these rules before presenting your list.<br />2. List 6 actions or achievements you think every person should accomplish before turning 18.<br />3. There are no conditions on what can be included on the list.<br />4. At the end of your blog, choose 6, or less, people to get tagged and list their names.<br />5. The tagged peeps write their own blog entry with their 6 suggestions.<br />6. Leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged.<br /><br />***<br />Well my dear Dotty , i have 101 of them listed above , beat that !<br /><br />I tag , Mr. Agnon, Mr. Ahmed, Asswipe, eshda3wa, Gabriel and the seeker :)<br /><br />Long one Ha......... i feel much better now, thank you very much :P<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-3939099646767284370?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-9319298714923185362008-02-15T19:21:00.004+04:002008-02-15T22:26:53.540+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I Don’t </span></span><br /><br />Hi guys ,<br /><br />Guess who was briefly back in the picture recently… It’s non other than “The Crush”. For those of you recent readers, <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-bitch-hello-people-i-know-ive_09.html">“The Crush” </a>is the guy who finally awakened this Dazed and Confused’s emotions from a long, long, TRUST ME, LONG slumber and sparked her interest for a while but unfortunately left the country before the 2 of us could explore anything.<br /><br />He wasn’t back for long, so his parents who are desperately trying to marry him off were working double time.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Crush:</span> my parents are pressuring me to meet someone and they are trying to introduce me to girls left and right<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC: </span>just tell them that you’re not ready and stand up for urself man!!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Crush:</span> I know, I know but they are not listening and i don't want to break their hearts<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC:</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">BREAK THEIR HEARTS</span>, dude, <span style="font-weight: bold;">GROW SOME</span>, seriously!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Crush:</span> Ok, that’s attractive!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC:</span> Then don't complain if you can’t take the heat and don’t wanna take a stand!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Crush: </span>I know but they are my family and they just want me to at least start talking to someone<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC:</span> then tell them that you are interested in someone and maybe they’ll back off<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Crush:</span> Can I tell them about u then? <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(using his, annoying voice that he uses when he is trying to act all cute and wants to say something in passing)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC: </span>Don't u dare or even think about it<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Crush:</span> oh Waw ... No hesitation there !!!<br />You know, it would be awesome if we ended up together. U over analyze things and i don't think about anything, opposites attract u know!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC:</span> they attract but they don't work. I told you before that you are the last person I would think of marrying, our families and backgrounds are just way too different and I don’t like to complicate my life!!!!!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you mention anything to them, I WILL KILL YOU !!! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Crush:</span> freaked u out hahahahahahahah<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC:</span> very much , now seriously don't mention a thing<br /><br />Most girls would have been ecstatic or at least flattered to hear that the guy they are interested in brought up future plans, even if he was joking about it. I on the other hand started to hyperventilate and felt like I was trapped in a tiny dark room flooded with thousands of spiders crawling up my skin!!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SERIOUSLY, What is wrong with me ?!!!!</span><br />Am I missing the bride gene and should be put into a test tube and studied. Am I a defected model that is bound to be recalled for part deficiencies?!!<br /><br />As I mentioned before in my previous posts, I am far from being a player and don’t really see much action <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(actually any)</span> in my life but the idea of committing to someone honestly freaks the hell out of me !<br /><br />I have even noticed that I unintentionally fall for the people who I know it will never work out with and that aren’t really interested in forming a long term relationship, and push away the people who are and sabotage things with them as soon as I feel like things could potentially get serious.<br /><br />I read somewhere the following about commitment phoebes:<br /><br />“They have a self fulfilling prophecy that they can't meet someone who is right for them. Interestingly they start relationships that are doomed to fail thereby reinforcing their-fulfilling prophecy of failure. And they have a habit of leaving and returning to the same failing relationship over a lapse of months or years. Maybe that's their way of avoiding commitment thereby hurting themselves in the process".<br /><br />I kinda think this has some truth to it. WHO in their right mind would tell the person they have/maybe had a crush on, “you are the last person I would ever think of marrying”???!!!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Someone SHOOT me please!</span><br /><br />I even had the <span style="font-weight: bold;">ODASITY </span>to follow that LAME excuse of a line with an even lamer one “It’s not personal” <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(*handing you the gun)</span> !.<br /><br />Actually, shooting me would be too merciful; I should be killed in an extremely miserable and torturous way, any suggestions??? <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(You have a sadist in the making , how attractive…..I make my parents proud !!!)</span><br /><br />Why was I so afraid of the idea, was it him or is it me??<br /><br />Does my fear of commitment stem from the fear that I might find someone better along the way, is it a fear of responsibility, is it a fear that I won’t be happy, or is it a fear that I will loose myself and wont be able to become the person I aspire to become?<br /><br /><br />I just don’t think I’m ready to give up the idea of me to become an us.<br />Everyone says that marriage is a merger of two souls and two hearts, or a merger of bank accounts in some cases. However, we all know that in any merger someone always gets the worse end of the deal and gets let behind.<br /><br />Does the HP and Compaq's merger ring a bell??What’s Compaq some of you might ask, EXACTLY my point!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Does my fear of commitment stem from the fear that I will be merged and no longer will be me?!</span><br /><br />I wonder if I will ever meet the man I think is good enough for me or that meets my <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/left-in-middle-beep-beepmake-this.html">exhaustive and very contradicting list</a>. The man that will entice me to take the plunge and merge?<br /><br />Maybe, I will never meet him and that I will never settle down. Maybe my fear of commitment isn’t a disease that needs to be cured, maybe some of us are just built differently and not meant to settle down in the traditional sense.<br /><br />“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free till they find someone just as wild to run with them.” <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Carrie Bradshaw</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">For those of you fellow commitment phoebes:</span><br />Do you think this hesitation and fear is because we just aren’t ready yet or is it something we can never get rid of and just learn to tame and<br />hide? <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">For the non-commitment phoebes who get into a relationships with those who are: </span>Do you do it because you didn’t know that they were when you got into the relationship or do you view them as a challenge and taming then is a victory for you ?<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-931929871492318536?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-16299749149736407582008-01-22T17:28:00.000+04:002008-01-22T21:54:22.142+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">“I Like You Just The Way You Are”</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I was watching The Little Mermaid, which is one of my favorite Disney cartoons of all time. Although I watched this movie countless times before as a kid and as an adult, this time it seemed like I was watching it with brand new skeptic and critical eyes.<br /><br />Behind the dancing fishies, the sarcastic lobster, the handsome prince and the controlling father, is a story of passionate young women and the journey she takes to follow her dreams and find where she truly belongs. However, she ends up losing her path along the way and compromising who she really is… and for what or for whom?!<br /><br />She ends up giving up her family, her home, her life, her beautiful voice and everything that makes her who she is in exchange for legs and the chance to win the heart of her prince.<br /><br />Relationships are risky, uncertain and require a lot of work, including a bit of compromising and give and take every once in a while to keep the relationship scale balanced. Otherwise, the couple’s inevitable differences will eventually make them grow apart.<br /><br />Some people view compromise as a sign of weakness rather than sacrifice. Compromise is nothing like that at unless you start compromising your core beliefs, the things you love, the people you cherish and what makes you <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">“YOU”</span>.<br /><br />In the words of <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Carrie Bradshaw</span> from <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Sex and The</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">city,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"In a relationship, when does the art of compromise become compromising?"</span><br /><br />When you start becoming someone other than yourself to please your partner, and start giving up or doing things to keep that love alive, light bulbs should light in your head !!! <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">(P.S how cool would that be if it literally happened, Seriously , SERIOUSLY !!! sorry couldn’t help the Grey’s Anatomy moment :) ) </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Back to the topic….. </span><br /><br />Maybe something aren’t worth saving and the risk of losing them is hardly a tragedy compared to the risk of losing yourself! I read a very nice piece about compromise<br /><br />“Contrary to a very popular belief that compromise supports love; the truth is compromise erodes love. When you compromise yourself for the sake of the relationship, very quickly resentment is experienced, not love. Love and resentment are mutually exclusive. They don't live in the same house; they don't even live in the same suburb!”<br /><br />That person couldn’t have said it better. More often than not, someone in the relationship starts resenting the other person for making them give up so much of what makes them happy. Their life didn’t turn the way they expected it to, they aren’t really satisfied, and don’t like the person they became. They have nobody to blame but the other person, they surly won’t blame themselves!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So tell me How far are you willing to go for the person you love??</span> <br /><br />Start dressing differently, quit your job, quit smoking or drinking , move to another city or country, change your religion, sacrifice your friends or family ……… where do you draw the line?<br /><br />You can never find someone who you like everything about, that’s just beyond impossible but when we choose to love someone, don’t we choose to love everything about them and start embracing their flaws. Isn’t that what for better or for worse is about??!!!<br /><br />If the slightly overweight, clumsy and sometimes embarrassing to be around yet ultimately charming <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Bridget Jones</span> can get the dreamy <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Mr. Darcy</span> to utter the words <span style="font-weight: bold;">"I like you just the way you are."</span> … I’m sorry, I just won’t settle for anything less!!!<br /><br />The way I see it….. and yes a theory is coming your way…<br /><br />We should approach relationship like <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mercury</span>; it has the ability to adapt without losing its composition. So I choose to be <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Mercury gal</span> !!! <br />Damn, that sounds like a comic book super heroine in the making…….. copy rights people!!! :)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Now tell me, How far are you willing to go and compromise for the person you love??</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1629974914973640758?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-68873616689781588602007-12-24T18:40:00.000+04:002007-12-25T10:40:59.605+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Happy Holidays :)</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Hi guys ,<br /><br />i would like to wish you all a Eid Mubarak, a Marry Christmas & a Happy New Year :)<br /><br />I'm gonna take a short break for a few weeks, I'll hopefully come back rejuvenated, energized and with enough time to post as much as i hope to.<br /><br />I'm planning on starting an e-mail list to send those of you who don't like to use RSS feed my blog updates. if you would like to be added to the mailing list , drop a comment or shoot me an e-mail <a href="http://www.blogger.com/saudiandthecity@hotmail.com">saudiandthecity@hotmail.com </a><br /><br />c u all soon :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-6887361668978158860?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-20214899279654050762007-12-10T23:52:00.000+04:002007-12-11T00:08:37.582+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br />Getting Ahead !</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Asswipe</span>: Hey u , it’s been a while<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC: </span>I know , what’s new with u<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Asswipe:</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span>Nothing much , I was actually talking about BJs, with my friend<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC:</span> Oh Really, interesting choice of topic …. And the verdict is??<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Asswipe:</span> She is against them but she likes foreplay<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC:</span> isn’t that what foreplay is ?!!!!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Asswipe:</span> That’s a part of it but there are other things<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC: </span>and where do u stand?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Asswipe:</span> I would never do it<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC:</span> Do you want to get it?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Asswipe:</span> I guess so<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC: </span>How do u expect to get something you aren’t willing to do, hasn’t it occurred to you that she might find the idea of going down on you equally disgusting as the idea of u going down on her!!!!!!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Asswipe:</span> I guess so… but I am ok with the idea of not getting it if it means I won’t have to do it !<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DC: </span>fair enough but never say never !!!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Asswipe:</span> OH it’s never in this case!<br /><br />In my friend’s case , he wasn’t going to start asking for something he wasn’t willing to do but unfortunately my research proved that this wasn’t the case with most men, they expect and even ask for it without the decency or inclination to return the favor !!!!<br /><br />This is especially evident in the naming of this act, which I personally find somewhat disturbing but that’s beside the point!!<br /><br />Think about it, a girl going down on a guy is called a <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Blow Job</span> while a guy going down on a girl is often referred to as <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Eating Out </span>… ewwwwww to graphic!!<br /><br />The first one is called a job, meaning that it is something people are expected to do and the norm in most cases while the later is a required taste and occasional. Not everyone likes to eat out all the time and some are extremely picky and will only frequent specific restaurants. At the end of the day, they aren’t really expected or obligated to do it. It’s a choice that only a few choose to exercise!!<br /><br />That attitude honestly makes me <span style="font-weight: bold;">furious</span> because it doesn’t only apply to this scenario in particular. Most men but I’m not generalizing expect things from women that they themselves aren’t willing to do, why is that ???!!! <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">( and NO I’m not generalizing, I said most not al, ur dealing with a politically correct gal here people )</span><br /><br />- When a couple gets married, the female is expected to change the way she behaves a lot more than the male does.<br />- When a couple has kids, the female is expected to quit her job and stay with the kids even if she is the breadwinner. Furthermore, if she chooses not to quit her job, she is tricked into feeling guilty about her unthinkable behavior.<br />- Females are expected to have never done or experienced anything in the love or sex department while the men are free to roam free and spread their seeds. A non experienced man isn’t a man after all and an experienced female is nothing more than a filthy whore !<br />- The female is expected to take care of the house even if both parties work<br />- The female is expected to do this , and not do that ………..the list just goes on and on !!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">here’s a thought, we are all human so don’t expect things from others you aren’t willing to do!</span><br /><br />So I call on you my upperly and backsidedly inflated daughters of eve to get off ur knees and take a stand, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">literary</span> and abstain from pleasing those who don’t intend to reciprocate your generosity.<br /><br />In the words of the cynical yet wise <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Miranda</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"></span> from <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Sex and the City</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">“I'll go down on him, if that's what I need to do to get him to go down on me."</span><br /><br />Now we can’t have a post without a few questions to fuel the curiosity of this <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Dazed & Confused </span>gal , can we ?!!!<br /><br />Didn’t think so ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Ladies first:</span><br />1- Would you be willing to do the job if required? If yes move to question 2 , if not please elaborate why not.<br />2- Do you do it because<br /> a. You like to do It<br /> b. You just want to please him/her <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(u never know !!)</span><br /> c. If you don’t give it to him , he will get it elsewhere and that is something you won’t risk happening<br />3- Would you ask ur significant other to reciprocate if he didn’t offer ?<br />4- Would you continue to do him if he refuses to do you?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Gents: </span><br />1- Would you ask your gal to give u a BJ if she doesn’t offer to do it herself ?<br />2- If your significant other refuses to give u a BJ will you get it elsewhere , and do you consider that cheating <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">( please be honest )</span><br />3- Would you be willing to please your gal as well ? if yes move to question 3 , if not please elaborate why not.<br />4- Would you offer to do it yourself or only do it if she requests it?<br />5- I heard that some men won’t ask their wives to go down on them because they associate the act with prostitutes and back alleys, is that true ?<br /><br />In conclusion, the balance sheet has to balance people , like <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">OMG </span>that’s why it’s called a balance sheet. If it doesn’t, an adjustment transaction should be passed…. No way around it people, the books have to be accurate !!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">P.S </span>I just thought of a gr8 business idea , relationship auditors and consultants agency ……. I’m so patenting this concept , EY watch out , DC is gonna give you a run for ur money : )<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-2021489927965405076?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-74340874104332925282007-11-26T11:59:00.000+04:002007-11-26T16:18:33.668+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">To Fart Or Not To Fart, That Is The Question ?</span></span><br /><br />Relationships are best measured by farting. That is, the stages in a relationship can be defined by the stages of farting.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Stage One:</span> (Conspiracy of silence)</span><br /><br />This is the fantasy period where both parties pretend that they have no bodily waste. This illusion is quickly shattered by the first shy … “oh do u fart?” Followed by the sheepish admission of truth.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Stage Tow:</span> (Fart honeymoon) </span><br /><br />This is the period of deeper intimacy where both parties find each other’s gas just the cutest thing in the world but of course no honeymoon can last forever!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Stage Three:</span> (Critical fork in the fart)</span><br /><br />This is the period where the fart either looses its power to amuse and embarrass their by signifying true love, or else it begins to annoy and disgust thereby symbolizing all that is blocked and rancid in the formally beloved<br /><br />Twisted, disturbing, nauseating yet brilliant lines from the new movie <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">“ Love and other Disasters” </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Seriously, is burping the new way of saying I like you and farting the new way of saying I love you??!!!!!</span><br /><br />This reminds me of my friend <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Kuku </span>who measure intimacy and commitment with the ability of both parties to do their business in front of each other !<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Kuku:</span> you should be so comfortable with your significant other to the extent where<br /> both of you are able to do your business without being embarrassed. It shows<br /> that both of you are extremely intimate and committed to each other. I don’t<br /> think I can marry a guy who isn’t comfortable sharing that with me!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Wise One:</span> that is absolutely disgusting. Some things need to be kept private and<br /> aren’t meant to be shared.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Kuku:</span> your too uptight, I converted Dala3 and I will not rest till I convert you Wise One<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Wise One: </span>Dala3, don’t tell me you subscribe to her lunatic theory now ?!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Dala3:</span> Not to her extent, but I wouldn’t mind it<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Wise One: </span>You guys aren’t normal, absolutely revolting!!!<br /><br />Certain people think in relationships everything should be shared, vows, house, bank accounts even bathroom time. They view farting and the exchange of bodily fluids as a sign of intimacy. While others believe that even though we should form a unified one , we should still keep certain things about ourselves and our lives private.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >which school of thinking do you subscribe to ?</span><br /><br />This got my unique, yet slightly twisted and occasionally perverted mind thinking... if we can measure the stages of relationships with the stages of farting, it’s only fitting to redefine the stages of intimacy don’t u think ?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Behold the new basis according to yous truly - <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Dazed & Confused </span>:)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">First base:</span> Farting in front of each other<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Second Base:</span> peeing in front of each other<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Third Base:</span> crapping in front of each other<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Home Run: </span>I don’t wanna go there!!<br /><br />i bet u'll think twice before rushing between basis now :P<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >To fart or not to fart , that is the question?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I’m actually asking, so dish people dish : )</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-7434087410433292528?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-55735483896189359082007-11-18T14:19:00.000+04:002007-11-18T22:53:16.011+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br />Like A Virgin, Touched For The Very First Time!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We don’t realize it till we loose it but your memory is everything that you are, without it you’re a blank slate, reborn without point of reference, experiences even opinions. A child looking at the world with new eyes.</span><br /><br />Words of Samantha played by Christina Applegate from the new show <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">“Samantha Who?”</span>, a comedy about a 30 year old lawyer who, after becoming the victim of a hit and run accident, develops amnesia and tries to escape the <span style="font-weight: bold;">B****</span> she supposedly was and re-invent herself as a new person.<br /><br />Imagine being given this chance, the opportunity to look at the world with new eyes, <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">blue</span>, <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">green</span>, <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">brown</span>, with shades or without ….the sky is the limit.<br /><br />You have the opportunity to start over with a clean slate. No inner inhibitions or past experiences to learn from.<br /><br />You have the opportunity to live through everything for the first time all over again, like a virgin, touched for the very first time.<br /><br />The chance to re-live your first crush , love, heartbreak, kiss, orgasm, fight, black eye, broken bone, death of a loved one, A on a test, F on a test, French frie, ice cream, roller coaster, movie theatre, car….<br /><br />You have the chance to re-brand yourself whichever way you want ,without costing you a thing and with virtually nothing holding you back.<br /><br />No one that you remember caring about or are afraid of hurting, no skeletons in the closet that you afraid of coming out, no “I know better” or “I learned my lesson” to hold you back.<br /><br />You have the ultimate freedom from the restrictions of society, reality and most importantly from you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">What would you do, who would you be. Would you do it all over again, or change who you are completely?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" >p.s</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> this is a call for Mr. Agnon, come out come out wherever you are, i know ur reading this :)</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-5573548389618935908?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-34236328343945216432007-10-27T23:43:00.000+04:002007-10-29T12:58:33.902+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >Cracks In Our Foundation </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >Foundation by Kate Nash Lyrics </span><br /></div></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Thursday night, every thing's fine, except you've got that look in your eye</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >you're thinking of something to say.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Then you'll call me a bitch</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >and I wont give a shit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >and I know that I should let go,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >but I can't.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >And every time we fight I know it's not right,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >every time that you're upset and I smile.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I know I should forget, but I can't.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >You said I must eat so many lemons</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >'cause i am so bitter.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I said</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >and I must admit that I was a bit scared,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >but it gives me thrills to wind you up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >and I know that I should let go,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >but I can't.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >And every time we fight I know it's not right,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >every time that you're upset and I smile.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I know I should forget, but I can't.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >You've gone and got sick on my trainers,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I only got these yesterday.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >and I purposely wont turn the heating on</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >and I know that I should let go,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >but I can't.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >And every time we fight I know it's not right,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >every time that you're upset and I smile.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I know I should forget, but I can't.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >And every time we fight I know it's not right,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >every time that you're upset and I smile.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I know I should forget, but I can't.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“Some people believe that holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it”</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Ann Landers.</span><br /><br />Easier said than done!<br /><br />How do we let go of a person whom we love or once loved, and who may love us back but just isn’t good for us?<br /><br />How do we make ourselves let go of the person we at a point in time thought of as <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The-One?</span><br /><br />We hold on although we know deep inside that we deserve better than just some fraction of what we wanted, a fraction of the life we envisioned for ourselves with that person.<br /><br />We hold on and can’t get ourselves to delete those old e-mails and text message </span><span style="font-size:130%;">and we go back to them from time to time</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> because they remind us of the love we once shared.<br /><br />We hold on and can’t get ourselves to delete them from our phone, e-mail and MSN directory and block them instead because we feel comfort in knowing that they are still there.<br /><br />We hold on and can’t help ourselves from bringing them up in our conversations even if we are talking about world politics and the soaring stock prices.<br /><br />We hold on and can’t help ourselves from scoping the place and secretly hope that they show up although they are the last people we ever want to see.<br /><br />That attachment however, has more to do with us as individuals than with the person we refuse to let go off.<br /><br />Letting go means that we have failed to secure our happy ending. That we have to accept that fact that we aren’t perfect and that we are humans that make mistakes and that we need to let go of our illusion that we can actually control most aspects of our lives.<br /><br />We can’t comprehend that what once made us so happy no longer does. That not every old car we had and loved can be patched up and become a classic. That sometimes we need to let go of the old to make room for the new .<br /><br />We are afraid that we might never find the right person for us and that we are letting go of the best person we could ever have.<br /><br />However, to grow and evolve as people, we need to let go of the life we had, the person we were and embrace the new life , the new us that is ready to become.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Some things are worth fighting for and some things aren’t. When do you think is the right time to keep fighting and when is it the right time to give up and let go?</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> Is it marriage, children, money or just pure love, where do you draw the line?</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-3423632834394521643?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-52260543515018749122007-10-13T16:27:00.000+04:002007-10-26T15:14:24.433+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" ><br />“The Circle of Life”</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Haaaaaakonaaaaaa Mattata , God I love this movie :)<br /><br /><br />I would like to start off this post by wishing you all a Happy and Blessed Eid :)<br /><br />I really value ur comments on my blog and I’ll keep them in mind for the future, and I promises to try and write more to keep u guys interested :)<br /><br /><br />The summer is over and a new season has come, putting and end to wedding season which was at its peak this year. Honestly, I lost count of how many people I know got hitched the past few months! can I hear lelelelelelelelelelelelelelelelellelelelellelellelelelel <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(and ya , I can do it for real :P)</span><br /><br />However, as happy of a time as it was, this happiness didn’t and couldn’t last forever :(<br /><br />Unfortunately, we have entered <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DEATH SEASON</span>. I’ve already been to 4 funerals so far, I just hope I don’t loose count of how many i've been and am going to go to this season!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />I have noticed a trend a long the years; it starts off with a marriage period which is followed by a death period (God forbid) concluding with a period of having babies.<br /><br />It’s all calculated actually and makes perfect sense. People get married, start making babies, then people pass a way to make room for the new blood to take over . Depressing But that’s the Circle of life, it’s a wheel of fortune!<br /><br />Since this is the Season of Death, that’s going to be the topic of my post today. Very fitting considering that it’s Eid and everyone is so happy and joyful don’t u think ?!! <br /><br />I though it would be nice of me to balance things out for u guys :P<br /><br />To be more specific, this post is more about how we choose to live and conclude our lives rather than about death itself .<br /><br />I’ve recently watched 2 back to back movies that I thought were romantic comedies and turned out to be movies about death and how some people choose to live their final day!<br /><br />I highly recommend both but that’s the last time I request a genera instead of an actual movie!!!!!<br /><br />The first movie was <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">“2 weeks”,</span> a brilliant piece about the last 2 weeks of a mother’s life that is diagnosed with cancer. Sally field who was amaaaaaaazing in this movie , chooses to use whatever time she has left to bring her family together and help them cope with her upcoming death while settling all her unfinished business.<br /><br /><br />Extremely moved and a bit depressed, I opted to watch another romantic movie <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">“ Griffin & Phoneix”</span> starring the bubbly Amanda Peet. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(Caution, this movie is not for the weak hearted and rainy teary eyes is a very common side effect, and this is coming from a person that laughed through Titanic)!!!!!</span><br /><br />It follows the life of Griffin, a man who has just found out that he has an advanced stage of cancer and that he has about a year left to live. While attending a lecture about death and what to expect, he meets phoenix. He conceals his illness from her and lives his final days with the love of his life. There is a twist in the movie which I’m not gonna share because I’m a decent person and anything but a SPOILER, unlike some people who deserve to get their tongues cut out!<br /><br /><br />These movies got me thinking… and all sorts of questions started popping in my head; when is it gonna be my time to go, how will I go, will I know when and do I really wanna know? <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">( can’t stop singing , I need to know, I need to know …. Tell me baby cus I need to know……great now my hips can’t stop swinging)!</span><br /><br />Back to the serious topic on hand, I did what I always do , I asked my friends and now I’m asking you : )<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you had the choice to know when you are going to die, would you want to know?</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(just to clarify , I don’t mean knowing well in advance, maybe a year or 2 before)</span><br /><br />Personally, I would rather know to be prepared, mostly to repent my sins and live my final days doing good deeds and getting closer to God.<br />Not surprisingly, most of the people who opted to find out, of different faiths wanted to know for religious reasons as well.<br /><br />“Do for your life as if your living forever and do for your afterlife as if your dying tomorrow” Most of us Muslims know that but do we really live by it like we should , not likely.<br /><br />On the other hand, those who opted not to know, thought it would bee too depressing and frightening, and their final days would be lived as if they were already dead, something they definitely didn’t want any part of .<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Different people choose to live their final days very differently, how would u choose to live yours ???</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-5226054351501874912?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-31022232287506486002007-09-29T00:05:00.000+04:002007-09-29T00:22:01.397+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">OOOOOOOPPPPs , i'm proud to say that i have just lived up to my name <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Dazed and Confused</span> cus apparently this Birthday post is a month too soon :|<br /><br />IDIOT , i know no need to point out the obvious!!!!<br /><br />this just goes to show how preoccupied my mind is , can i hear an AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH : )<br /><br />anyhow, I'm not gonna put it down so might as well celebrate it early and i'll link to it next month :)<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-3102223228750648600?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-55668945458056956812007-09-28T13:20:00.000+04:002007-09-28T14:22:13.468+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy Birthday Saudi and The City</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I can’t believe it has already been a year since my first post <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-tivo-new-stevo-im-lying-on-my-bed.html">“Is Tivo the new Stevo"</a> !!!<br /><br /><br />When I moved back to Saudi after I graduated from University, I felt useless, empty and trapped. I was always very active in school and I needed something to channel my wasted energy on.<br /><br />I needed to vent, and I figured that the blogsphere was the perfect place to do it. For some reason, I found the idea of sharing my deepest inner thoughts and insecurities with a bunch of strangers very liberating!<br /><br />I Started my blog not knowing if anyone would actually give it the time of the day but I was overwhelmed with the positive response I got from my readers.<br /><br />I feel the love, now only if it wasn’t virtual <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(ok that didn’t sound perverted in my head , I swear....by the moon and the starts and the sky, </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">FOCUS DAMMIT FOCUS</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">)</span><br /><br />Honestly, I feel a connection with u guys, to the extent that I can anticipate the reactions of some of u while I’m writing!!<br /><br />I know that <a href="http://eshda3wa.blogspot.com/">Agnon</a>, is gonna fire back with a witty scientific cynical answer and that <a href="http://eshda3wa.blogspot.com/">eshda3wa</a> and arabiannight are gonna relate in some way. I know that <a href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/">Dotsson</a> is gonna manage to turn it into something dirty and that <a href="http://ahmed78.blogspot.com/">Ahmad</a> is gonna give me advice on what I should and shouldn’t to :)<br /><br />I figured it would be nice to do a little recap of last year, so here it goes.<br /><br />1- Most Loyal Reader with the most comments: <a href="http://latitudinaria.blogspot.com/">Mr. Agnon, Shale of Agnon, the Academic Flop</a>… DUDE I LOST TRACK<br />2- Most Perverted Commenter: <a href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/">Mr. Dotsson</a><br />3- Most Controversial & most commented on post: <a href="saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-having-penis-prerequisite-to-living_13.html">Is Having A Penis A Prerequisite To Living In Saudi Arabia</a><br />4- Most Perverted Post: <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/04/curiosity-killed-cat-dazed-is-back.html">Curiosity Killed the Cat</a><br />5- Most Evil Post: <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-better-or-for-worse.html">For Better Or For Worse Until…</a><br />6- Cheesiest Post/s: a tie between <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/c-ya-later.html">C Ya Later </a>& <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-good-men-disclaimer-following-post.html">A Few Good Men</a><br />7- Most Referred to post: <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/101-things-to-do-before-i-die-sadly-im.html">101 Thing To Do Before I Die</a><br />8- My Favorite Theory: The One theory from <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/10/perfect-pair-i-was-chatting-with-j.html">The Perfect Pair </a><br /><br />Feel free to add to the list and boost my over inflated ready to pop ego :)<br /><br />Seeing how I usually end my posts with questions, I don’t see how this post should be any different.<br /><br />Rest assured that your answers will be strictly confidential and will only be viewed by pretty much everyone with internet access :|<br /><br />1- Where did u find out about Saudi and the city ?<br />2- Why do u read Saudi and The City?<br />3- What do u like most about this blog?<br />4- What do u like least about this blog?<br />5- What topics would u like me to focus on in the future<br />5- If you could describe this blog in one word what would it be ?<br />6- Have you recommended this blog to any of your friend , PLEASE DO :)<br />7- This I leave open to ur comments, questions and marriage proposals ; )<br /><br />Thank you all for tuning in so far, <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">*raising my non alcoholic glass* </span>…To another year of fashion , passion and bashing… to another year of <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Saudi and The City </span>:)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">p.s</span> I’m sorry for being distant lately, but I’m currently overwhelmed with work and other things so please bare with me for a little longer : )<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-5566894545805695681?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-34644965038624456672007-08-26T17:51:00.000+04:002007-09-11T12:12:40.263+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br />Never Been Kissed </span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">ANITA: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">I swear to God, Jos. When is the last time you went on a real live date?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">JOSIE:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> I'm concentrating on my career right now.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ANITA:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Do you own any colored underwear? Stripes? Anything?!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">JOSIE: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">(embarrassed) Anita!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ANITA: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Look. You're way under 30, you're cute, some guys find white Carter's underwear sexy !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">( Josie laughs in spite of herself)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">JOSIE:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> The right guy is out there. I'm just not going to kiss a whole </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">bunch of losers to get to him.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ANITA: </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Yeah, but sometimes kissing the losers can be a fun diversion.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">JOSIE:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> When I finally get kissed, I'll know.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ANITA: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Okay. If you've never kissed a guy, we got bigger problems than the underwear!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">JOSIE:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> I've kissed guys. I've just never kissed a guy. Felt that thing--</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">CYNTHIA:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> "</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">That thing"</span><span style="font-style: italic;">? Is that what you kids are calling it these days?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">JOSIE:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> That thing. That moment. You kiss someone and it's like the world around you gets all hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this other person and you know that one person is the person you're meant to be kissing for the rest of your life. And for that one moment you've been given this amazing gift and you want to laugh </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and cry at the same time because you're so lucky you found it, and so scared that it will all go away.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">CYNTHIA:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Damn, girl. You are a writer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">JOSIE :</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Writing) Someone once told me that to write well you have to write what you know. This is what I know. I am twenty five years old. I have never really kissed a guy. A geek to the core, most of my childhood years were spent doing extra homework I requested from the teacher.</span><br /><br /><br />Do you ever feel like you are living a scene out of a movie ?<br /><br />I Do all the time… I’m Josie, and her story, her lif eand her words are my own, minus the geek to the core part !<br /><br />However, unlike Josie, i <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Dazed & Confused </span>will not stand on the pitcher's mound for the five minutes prior to the beginning of the game waiting for the man of my dreams to come and kiss me , in front of everyone, for my first real kiss <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(actually just kiss real or not real)!. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SAD I know !!!</span><br /><br />It’s not like I’m a nun or have never been out with anyone. Granted, that I’ve only been in one actual relationship but I’ve had ample opportunities to kiss and be kissed, yet it has never happened.<br /><br />So for those of you gals and lads who are on the same boat, rest assured that you are not alone in this world.<br /><br />While I was looking for the script of the movie above I came across many groups with girls and guys in their mid twenties and even 30s who are wondering why they haven’t had the chance to kiss anyone before, I also came across the occasional 13 year old horny freaks who complain about not getting it on while they still haven’t grown boobs or facial hair !!<br /><br />Seriously, why does it always seem that some of us always get all the action while others get none whatsoever. Are there those of us who are kissable and those who aren’t???<br /><br />I’ve been told by many that I’m an attractive girl, my breath doesn’t stink and I always smell nice, So what’s the deal ?!!!<br /><br />Do I give out an intimidating vibe or have a sign on my forhead that says <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">“BEWARE, NO ENTRY ZONE”?!! </span><br /><br />I’m not a lovey dovey person and I don’t really like to be touched and hugged and all that mushy crap but I sure would still like to be kissed once : ( <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">( and no this isn’t an invitation )</span><br /><br />I’m a very approachable person and the type of girl that all guys love. I’ve been told that on numerous occasions by all sorts of people but loved and approached in what way?!<br /><br />Now, I’m scared that once I do actually get to this point that I’m gonna pretty much suck cus I don’t know how it’s done!!<br /><br />Do i lean in or out, left or right , do I stop and ask for directions?!!!<br /><br />What if I get disappointed and I don’t feel anything, what am I suppose to feel??<br /><br />How do I know that I’m a bad kisser or that my partner is one , where do the hands go while your kissing assuming that it’s a PG 13 movie ??!!<br /><br />Hopeless I know , no need to state the obvious !!!!!<br /><br />Clearly , I don’t have any answers to all my questions , so that’s where you my loyal readers come in : )<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Guys, </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">1-</span> Have you ever been interested in a girl and really wanted to kiss her but never got yourself to do it ?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">2-</span> If yes , Why ?<br />-Was it because you were too intimidated by her<br />-You were just too afraid of being rejected<br />- Something else (Please elaborate)<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">3- </span>How do you feel about a girl making the first move and kissing you?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">4- </span>If you usually go for the kill, do you wait for some queues from the girl first, if yes what type of queues?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">5- </span>When do you think is the best time to kiss a girl?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Girls ,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">1-</span> What type of queues do you give out when you wanna be kissed cus I think I missed that chapter !!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">2- </span>If your guys never makes the first move, would you initiate it?<br /><br /><br />As for me , I’ve decided that I will no longer dwell over this kissing thing.<br /><br />A first kiss should be and with someone special because it will either be a moment I will cherish or regret forever , and I definitely want <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">“That Thing” </span>Josie was talking about. <span style="font-style: italic;">(I can just see Mr. <a href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/">Dotsson’s</a> eyes rolling at me now !!)</span><br /><br />I’ve waited this long so I think I’m just gonna wait it out a bit more till I find my <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">“Thing Man”</span>… Ok that sound creepy !<br /><br />Or till the Hottie from my previous "What If" post comes a long :P<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-3464496503862445667?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-493966903288160732007-08-15T15:06:00.000+04:002007-09-08T01:21:19.853+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br />What If ! </span><br /><br />Have you ever had one of those <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>moments, What would my life be like if?<br /><br />I find myself asking </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">questions all the time.<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If"</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> I had answered the stupid question when the <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/closure-lily-allen-smile-lyrics-when.html">“The Ass” </a>my x gave me the ultimatum 6 years ago “either answer the question or we are threw ” and I opted not to?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If"</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;">I took a risk and agreed to sneak out of my hotel room @ 3:00 AM and went out with the hottest male specimen I’ve ever been acquainted with when he asked me to?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">when I actually went out with the hotti on a date, we didn’t get interrupted by my stupid idiot of a sister who needed us to pick her up to go back to the hotel together cus she got scared alone late @ night, would’ve things ended on a sweeter note?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">while I was saying goodbye to <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-bitch-hello-people-i-know-ive_09.html">“The Crush”</a> when he went off to grad school, our idiot friend didn’t tag along and refuse to leave until I left with him, what if we told him to buzz off , would we have had our proper goodbye?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> I wasn’t so rigid and had agreed to go to the party with hot Bahraini dude before we both left on vacation and lost touch, would we have had something ?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">I had giving the most direct and go getting dude I’ve ever met in Dubai a chance and wasn’t a total Bitch to him and didn’t tell him after 5 minutes on the phone after I went back to Saudi that I didn’t want to get to know him, what if I wasn’t even harsher when he called me up again a month later telling me that he had a dream that we were meant to be together ?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">I would’ve said yes when <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/closure-lily-allen-smile-lyrics-when.html">"The Stalker"</a> proposed, would we have actually gone through with it?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">I explored the</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"> "What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">scenario with <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/01/point-of-no-return-i-got-following-sms.html">"Asswipe"</a>, would we have ended up as soul mates or would've I lost the man that understands me the most in this life ?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> I had agreed to switch schools in Junior high, would’ve I had the friends I am so blessed to have now ?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">I didn’t go off to college and stayed here in Saudi like the rest of the girls, would’ve I ended up the person that I am today?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> I didn’t hangout with that distracting gal my first semester in college , would’ve I not failed my math exam?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">I majored in something different?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">I didn’t settle for my safe job and went after my passion?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">I had never had my first spoon of Nutella when I was younger and didn’t become this addicted, would have my hips been better off?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">I publish this blog , would anyone actually pay to read it ?<br /><br />- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">What If, What If , What If , What If ........?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />The </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">question is embedded in our inevitably peculiar natures, we as humans just can’t help ourselves. We wander because we are curious, not necessarily because we are not content with how our lives turned out or because we regret some of our actions although we might. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">(I definitely regret what if number 2 , Maaaaaaamemya , hot is an understatement) !!!</span><br /><br />All our actions, choices, fortunes and mishaps help us grow and learn and become the people we are today. Cliché I know but so true !!<br /><br />This What if talk reminds me of a very nice Gwyneth Paltrow Movie <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">“ Sliding Doors”</span> , a movie about how simple actions could change our world.<br /><br />It follows the life of Helen (Paltrow), who is fired from her public relations job. The film's plot splits into two parallel universes which run in tandem. She heads down to the Underground to catch the train to take her back to her apartment. But as she runs down, we suddenly see her life split off. In one version, she catches the train and in the second, she misses it. Throughout the rest of the film we see what would have happened in each scenario. Her whole life changes in that split second. In the former, she gets home in time to catch her boyfriend (Lynch) in flagrante delicto with his ex-girlfriend (Tripplehorn); she promptly dumps him, and meets (and falls in love with) a new man (Hannah). In the latter, she carries on oblivious in a miserable relationship after arriving home after her boyfriend's lover has left.<br /><br />Towards the end of both scenarios, she discovers she is pregnant with her respective partner's baby. In both timelines, she ends up in near-fatal accidents, gets taken to the hospital and loses her baby. In the scenario in which she catches the train, she dies in the arms of her newfound love. In the alternate scenario, Helen (knowing that her boyfriend has gotten his lover pregnant) tells him to leave her alone for good and while leaving the hospital runs into her alternate scenario's love interest, leaving the audience to speculate about the outcome of their meeting. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">(movie description taken from Wikipedia)<br /><br /></span></span><a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://wikipedia.org/" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(0,'','','res','1','')"><b><b></b></b></a><span style="font-size:130%;">There are hundreds of life questions that we could spend our time contemplating but the simple truth is that our lives are what they are, and they are an evolving, dynamic and mysterious process.<br /><br />If we had selected a different career maybe you would have ended up with someone else, living in another country and would have been better or worse off, but at the end of the day , I believe that the major things in our lives would’ve ended up the same regardless of what path we choose “ all roads lead to roam”.<br /><br />I’m a very spiritual person and I believe in destiny, that however, doesn’t mean that I don’t think we are liable for our actions and that our lives are just pre-written scenarios that we act out for the amusement of God!<br />I believe our lives are of our own doing, but the major things that happen to us will happen regardless of what path we choose. In the movie , Gwyneth leads separate lives but at the end both roads led to the same ending .<br /><br />In conclusion, what matters the most in life isn’t what happens to us @ the end of the road because that is mostly something that is out of our hands and control. Life is about our journey and the road we choose to travel in to get to our destinations.<br /><br />So the next time you ask your self </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">"What If" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> , draft out the scenario and then decide whether or not you would have been better off.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">P.S</span> checkout this website <a href="http://www.flipflopflyin.com/whatif/">http://www.flipflopflyin.com/whatif/</a> . It’s about a guy that actually drafted out different scenarios of how his life would have turned out had he done things differently, utterly brilliant my darlings ☺<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-49396690328816073?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-87213340966111525812007-08-08T01:25:00.000+04:002007-09-08T01:22:31.413+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Economies Of Love </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >Prerequisites to the post: Loveagerial economics 101</span> </span><br /><br /><br />I’m in a geeky mood so bare with me guys !<br /><br />My last post was about marketing and if it was a bit too challenging for some of you, don’t worry cuz this one is a bit easier :P<br /><br /><br />Are you guys familiar with a reality show called <a href="http://www.lbcgroup.tv/theperfectbride/"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">“The Perfect Bride”</span></a> ? if no, an explanation will follow , if yes and you aren’t a fan I applaud you, and if you are indeed a fan like the majority of the people in the Middle East are, then I ask you this <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />“WHYYYYYYYYY” ? </span><br /><br />It’s a demeaning, boring and a revolting show about a bunch of girls looking for “Mr. Right” and a bunch of guys accompanied by their moms looking for the “Girl of their Dreams” translation, A girl mommy approves of!<br /><br /><br />Everyone in the region was mesmerized by the show and the romance that was blossoming in front of their eyes . I on the other hand couldn’t believe what I was watching.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">SERIOUSLY, GIVE ME A BREAK!!! </span><br /><br />If I hear the idiot and painfully boring yet very hot <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Bassilito</span> tell his “future wife and the winner of the show” <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Patty</span> that he loves her one more time , I’m gonna drag his heart out of his ass with a spooooooooooon <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">(mental picture anyone)</span> !!!!!!!<br /><br />Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for romance and love but what I was watching wasn’t love, it was a facade and a display of cheesy vocabulary!<br /><br />My idea of romance doesn’t involve someone telling me how beautiful I am and how much he loves me every five minutes. Love is about actions not words.<br /><br />A caring person is a person who leaves you caramels on ur table in the library when your not looking or finds you a bar of galaxy in a country that doesn’t sell it or simply brings you and your friends ice cream to your office when you are pissed <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">( damn all the sweet things I remember involve sweets , literally , </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">INTERVENTION PEOPLE !!!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">)</span><br /><br />Again , love isn’t about words even though, words play a big part in it when they aren’t overused to a point where they loose their essence and meaning . After all, too much of something is just as useless as the lack of it.<br /><br />Just like Marketing, economics plays a big part in our day to day lives and in this post I will try to apply popular economical theories to the matters of the heart .<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">1- Economies of Scale :<br /><br /></span> A production process in which an increase in the scale of the firm causes a decrease in the long run average cost of each unit.<br /><br />Comparably,<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Economies of the heart :</span><br /><br />When a person says I love you for the first time , it means the world to the other person but the more that person says it, the more it looses it’s value, pizazz and butterfly tingly feeling.<br /><br />just like a jar of Nutella , the first few spoons of it are absolutely mind bogglingly orgazmic but if you over do it , u start to loose your sense of taste and end up getting nauseated by it. So do yourself and your partner a favor and don’t abuse the word to a point where it stops meaning anything.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">2- Supply and demand of affection </span><br /><br />When the supply of affection is relatively limited <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">(not to a point where you start seeking alternatives)</span> and the demand for it is high the value of it increases and vice versa.<br /><br />So if your partner is a person that loves gifts , sweet talk and surprises , keep them wanting more and don’t over shower them with what they seek so when you do actually do nice things for them , it means something and they cherish it :)<br /><br /><br />In conclusion , <span style="font-weight: bold;">“ideally”</span>, a balance of affection is needed to sustain a positive value in the love scale.<br /><br />Ideally being the key word but who are we kidding ?!!<br /><br />Balance and a state of equilibrium is an objective that is very difficult to realize but we have to try our best obtain it. However, we always end up either being the person that gives or receives more in the relationship , it’s just an unavoidable conundrum.<br /><br />Which brings me to my question:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><br />In relationships , if a balance is impossible to achieve ,would you rather be the "net importer" or the "net exporter" in the relationship?</span><br /><br />A Net Importer is a person that receives or imports more than he/ she gives or exports and a Net Exporter is the opposite of that.<br /><br />In Real life , countries strive for a trade surplus and to become net exporters but in relationships its a whole other ball game .<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So tell me , would you rather be the giver or the receiver in the relationship if you had to choose one or the other and please elaborate why?</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-8721334096611152581?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-13432621879798039932007-07-28T18:37:00.000+04:002007-09-08T01:24:51.299+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Cut The Cheese!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I smell cheese, do you smell cheese? </span><br /><br />A phrase I picked up from “The Crush”<br /><br />Well TC and my readers, for a person that doesn’t usually do cheesy, I think I’ve done a lifetime of it in my past three posts, I even think I’ve developed high cholesterol from all that cheese!!!<br /><br />Lame I know , I just couldn’t help myself !!!<br /><br /><br />“Be that as it may”, Fear not my readers for this is a fat free dariyless post :)<br /><br /><br />A couple of my friends were recently approached by suitors who they don’t know anything about (AKA Zawaj salonat , translation living room marriage)<br />Obviously, none of them said yes and one even refused to meet the dude in general.<br /><br />Just to clarify , this isn’t a post about Arranged marriages and how cruel they are , cus honestly , they no longer happen like they used to and nobody is being forced into anything!!<br />Basically, it kinda works like a blind date does , they meet if the girl is up for it and they either hit it off and take It from there or just part their ways.<br /><br />However, in both cases the parents didn’t even know the dudes and didn’t know how they came to know about their girls. The parents asked but none of them got a straight answer!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Frustrating for real !</span><br /><br />the girls wouldn’t push to find out cus they weren’t interested to know , I on the other hand being the noooooooosy curious person that I am, i was dying to know !<br />This is crucial information that can be used for the betterment of all man kind PEOPLE.<br /><br />It can be used to prepare our <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">Self Marketing Plan “SMP”.</span><br /><br />Being the generous and wise gal that I am , I will utilize my massive brain power and over priced education to help you my loyal readers prepare your SMPs and land yourself the lad or gal /job or promotion you’ve been pining over :)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">An SMP:</span> outlines the specific actions you intend to carry out to interest ur potential love candidates, employers or anyone you wanna win over in your product and/or service ( you in this case) and persuade them to buy the product and/or services you offer. Crap I sound like a pimp !!!!!<br /><br /><br />Marketing is a huge part of our lives and we subconsciously market ourselves everyday with the way we carry and present ourselves to the world. Landing our dream significant other or job is about convincing that party of how amazing, brilliant, witty and pretty and oh so nice we are :)<br /><br />To do this we need a strategic and personalized marketing plan that highlights are positives and conceals our shortcomings. In effect, we have to develop a walking, talking advertisement of ourselves, one that says <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">“I’m the shit”</span><br /><br />What I’m gonna attempt to do in this post is to help you be aware of what it is that you are after and teach you how to effectively utilize the tools under ur disposal and market yourself to get it : )<br /><br />Simple enough, now follow the instructions below and you will have your SMP ready to for execution in no time :D <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">( bank details available upon request! ) </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Step 1 : Purpose and Mission</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1- </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Purpose of the Marketing Plan</span><br /><br />Offer brief explanation for why this plan was produced<br />e.g., land the most eligible bachelor in my town or seduce the fucker who broke<br />my best friend’s heart and dump his ass !<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2- Mission of the Marketing Plan </span><br /><br />Draft your mission statement<br />e.g, to be successful , skinny and hot and married to a yummy eye candy with x<br />number of children by the age of 35.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">Step 2 : Situational Analysis & Marketing Research </span><br /><br />The first rule while conducting your market research is for you to know how your target in the case of my friends’ suitors, to know how they found out about them . Referral, word of mouth, media, work, facebook, party…etc<br />How are we suppose to channel our limited resources where they count if we don’t know where that is???!!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1- Product Attributes </span><br /><br />e.g , I’m a 28 year old male , with a B.C. from Harvard University working as a consultant in a General contracting firm , I’m 6’1 , tanned, medium built , extremely adventures and funny….. you get the drift<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2- Target Market<br /><br /></span>Females or Males <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">(not my place to judge !)</span> between the ages of 22-32 , curvy , with curly brown hair and with a mole 5.3 CM above her lip from the right side with a circumference of X <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">( You never know !!!! )</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3- Distribution<br /><br /></span>e.g I’m currently available in city X but frequent city Y and planning on moving to city H <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">( why doesn’t anyone ever say H???? ) </span><br />you will finde me 3 times a week in the gym Bottylesious <span style="font-style: italic;">( ya right !!) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4- Competitors<br /><br /></span>e.g. All teenage brats who are willing to do whatever the dude wants and still haven’t been visited by the devil called <span style="font-weight: bold;">“GRAVITY” </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5- Financials </span><br />e.g I am very hard to get and have expensive taste or French fries and a movie or I’m easy and I have no standards, hell I’ll even pay u !!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6- Environmental Problems and Opportunities<br /><br /></span>e.g I live in Saudi Arabia <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">( need I say more !!!!)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7- SWOT Analysis </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Strengths : </span>I’m loaded <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">( not gonna say in which department !) </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Weaknesses:</span> I’m a hairy Ape!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Opportunities:</span> I just joined a gym<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Threats:</span> GRAVITY !!!!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">Step 3 : Marketing Strategy and Objectives</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Marketing Strategy<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Market growth:</span> I will frequent more parties and more social events and attempt to infiltrate new social circles while maintaining good connections with my existing ones<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Cost control: </span>I will utilize me limited resources ( not the hottest , smartest girl on<br />the block) the best way possible like becoming stylish and working on my<br />personality !<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Financial Objectives<br /><br /></span>I will get the job , gal/lad that will make me super rich or happy : )<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Marketing Objectives</span><br />To be the least rejected bloke amongst my friends<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Step 4: Tactical Marketing Programs<br /><br /></span>This is the heart of the marketing plan. It contains descriptions of detailed tactics to be carried out to achieve the objectives and goals established in Step 3.<br />e.g I will become friends with person x who is friends with person Y who is the brother of my McSteamy <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">( yup I’m a McSteamy gal not a McDreamy one !!!) </span><br /><br />this part also has the <span style="font-weight: bold;">product positioning :</span><br />I wanna be positioned as an adventures wild gal that’s not the easiest to approach but well worth the effort !<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Step 5: Budgeting, Performance Analysis and Implementation</span><br /><br />Prepare the marketing budget ,<br />Stylish wardrobe: $<br />Regular Manicures and Facials: $<br />Lipo and plastic surgery: $<br />Girl Magnet car: $$$<br />Sence of Humor : Priceless : )<br /><br /><br />There you go folks , I have equiped you with the tools and knowledge to achieve miracles <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">( can’t stop singing , I believe in miracles……. ) </span><br /><br />Think positively and the world is yours for the taking : )<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1343262187979803993?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-26678811377631581822007-07-21T01:11:00.000+04:002007-09-08T01:27:33.405+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />C ya Later ...</span></span><br /><br />By now , you'd be on a plane leaving ur past behind u and ur future awaiting u.<br />i wish u didn't have to leave<br />i wish we had more time<br />i wish we had said more<br />i wish we had said goodbye :(<br /><br />Although i wish more things would have been said , i don't know what to say right now and i have all the time in the world !!!<br />i'm lost for words, so instead i dedicate the following 2 songs to u cus they sum up everything that's bottled up inside of me right now !<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br />I'm a Big Big Girl</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">By: Emilia </span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> I'm a big big girl </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In a big big world </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's not a big big thing if you leave me </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I do do feel that </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I do do will miss you much </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Miss you much... </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I can see the first leaf falling </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's all yellow and nice </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's so very cold outside </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Like the way I'm feeling inside </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm a big big girl </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In a big big world </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's not a big big thing if you leave me </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I do do feel that </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I do do will miss you much </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Miss you much... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Outside it's now raining </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And tears are falling from my eyes </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Why did it have to happen </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Why did it all have to end </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm a big big girl </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In a big big world </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's not a big big thing if you leave me </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I do do feel that </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I do do will miss you much </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Miss you much... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have your arms around me ooooh like fire </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But when I open my eyes </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You're gone... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm a big big girl </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In a big big world </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's not a big big thing if you leave me </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I do do feel that </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I do do will miss you much </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Miss you much... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm a big big girl </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In a big big world </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's not a big big thing if you leave me </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I do feel I will miss you much </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Miss you much... </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Big Girls Don't Cry </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />By:Fergie </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Da Da Da Da</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> The smell of your skin lingers on me now</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Your probably on your flight back to your home town</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> I need some shelter of my own protection baby</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> To be with myself and center, clarity</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Peace, Serenity</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I hope you know, I hope you know</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> That this has nothing to do with you</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> It's personal, Myself and I</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> We've got some straightenin' out to do</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> But Ive got to get a move on with my life</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Its time to be a big girl now</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> And big girls don't cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Don't cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Don't cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Don't cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />The path that I'm walking</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> I must go alone</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> I hope you know, I hope you know</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> That this has nothing to do with you</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> It's personal, Myself and I</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> We've got some straightenin' out to do</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> But I've got to get a move on with my life</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Its time to be a big girl now</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> And big girls don't cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Like the little school mate in the school yard</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> We'll play jacks and uno cards</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Ill be your best friend and you'll be mine</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Valentine</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Yes you can hold my hand if u want to</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Cause I want to hold yours too</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> But its time for me to go home</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Its getting late, dark outside</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> I need to be with myself and center, clarity</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Peace, Serenity</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I hope you know, I hope you know</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> That this has nothing to do with you</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> It's personal, Myself and I</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> We've got some straightenin' out to do</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> But I've got to get a move on with my life</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Its time to be a big girl now</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> And big girls don't cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Don't cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Don't cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Don't cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> La Da Da Da Da Da </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I know i promised my self i wouldn't cry but after reading the words you left me from your diary , how can i not :(<br /><br />Thank you for trusting me with that special piece of you and now know not hope that i realize how special i am in urlife and i in turn hope u realize how special you are in mine.<br /><br />like u told me before u left, i will not say goodbye cus i have a feeling that this isn't an internal ending of "me and you" not that we ever were !!!<br /><br />C ya later TC :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-2667881137763158182?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-23866008172258076222007-07-17T15:52:00.000+04:002007-09-08T01:29:45.558+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-size:180%;">A few Good Men</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Disclaimer:</span> The following post is cheesy, nauseating and stomach turning, PREPARE you’re puke bags PEOPLE!!! <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;">(Mental picture anyone!!!! )</span></span><br /><br />I’m writing this post with a beautiful mental picture of old Tom Cruise in my head , u know the hotti Tommy we all used to love, drool and swoon over : ) , the pre-psycho freak, pillow molesting , fake grin and over joyful Tom !!!<br /><br />Yaaaaa, that’s the one I’m talking about gals, and mamamia what a mental picture it is ;)<br /><br />If you can't tell by now from my previous posts what a movieholic urs truly is, and how obsessed I am with movie lines, then I’m sorry my loyal reader , you don’t know me at all <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;">( can’t stop singing , if you don’t know me by now …you will never ever know me …!!!) </span><br /><br />Ya , ya musicholic as well….. Sue me !!!<br /><br />A Few Good Men , I’m sure most of you have seen it , and for the rest of you who haven’t , pick it up cus it’s a must : )<br /><br />It has one of my favorite movie lines of all time<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Jessep (AKA jack Nicholson) :</span> You want answers?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Kaffee (AKA Yummy Tommy):</span> I think I'm entitled to them.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Jessep: </span>You want answers?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Kaffee:</span> I want the truth!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Jessep:</span> You can't handle the truth!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Absolutely priceless : ) </span><br /><br />The truth my loyal reader is that I am a very blessed person, thank God. I am blessed with faith, health, security , family and with amazing friends. All of which, I am truly grateful for, but I dedicate this post to the 3 men I currently value most in this world.<br />My boys , this is for you : ) <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;">( a three men and a lady tissue draining moment :P ) </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">My Dad: </span><br /><br />Inspiring is the first word that comes to mind when I think of you. You are truly a character anyone would look up to.<br /><br />You built yourself from scratch and you hold yourself with class, I love you as much as a girl can love her dad and tad bit more.<br /><br />You’re a gentle, wise, understanding, tolerating, generous and motivating act that’s very tough to follow!!<br /><br />So I blame you for my “singleness” because everyone around me is always being compared to you! <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;">( and yes according to my dictionary “singleness” is a word , DC’s personal dictionary a post for another day )</span><br /><br />We weren’t that close when I was younger but I’m glad I took the time to get to know you now and appreciate you for the wonderful person that you truly are.<br /><br />For the most generous and giving person I know, who never left me a chance to ask for anything, Thank you for making me feel , loved , appreciated, wanted and secure ,<br /><br />Baba , I love you :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">My best friend ( AKA Asswipe): </span><br /><br />Special is the first word that comes to mind when I think of you.<br />You are truly a friend I’m ever so blessed to have in my life.<br /><br />Little did I know 8 years ago that the dork that introduced himself to me in class would end up being the wall I always lean on.<br /><br />Thank you for keeping up with my diva like behavior all these years and for always having my back.<br /><br /><br />Thank you for giving me your shoulder to cry on when I was down, thank you for giving me the dolphin ornament to show me that life could still be beautiful after I thought it wouldn't, thank you for threatening all the jerks who hurt me in the past.<br /><br />Thank you for always making feel like the most beautiful girl in the world :)<br /><br />I still have the message you sent me when I was all depressed and calling you in the wee hours of the morning to tell you that I have a volcano for a zit and that I have to go to a wedding the next day<br /><br />I saved your message and I always read it when I’m not feeling so confident :)<br /><br />“ even with the mountain of gou your gorgeous in my eyes”<br /><br />The relationship we have can’t be defined nor labeled because it transcends any boundaries or definitions.<br /><br />You’re my brother, sister, lover and friend all rolled into one and I thank god for bringing you into my life :)<br /><br /><br />Asswipe, I love you :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">My not so platonic friend ( AKA The Crush): </span><br /><br />Alive is the first word that comes to mind when I think of you.<br />You are truly a breath of fresh air and I’m glad you came into my life even if was for a very brief time.<br /><br />Even though, I am sad to see you leave and I am sad that we will never have the chance to explore the “what if” in this “not relationship”, I’m glad I got to know you, You have left a mark that is very hard to erase.<br /><br />A commenter <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">(shale of Agnon)</span> said something that really struck a cord with me last post <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">(life is a bitch)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“finding someone you like this much just shows you that you can find someone you like this much , and in that way it is a beautiful thing, although painful , I know. Do not worry though, for if there were but one person for all of us, then the human race would have died out of loneliness or unhappiness millennia go"</span><br /><br />You have restored something in me I thought had died a long time ago. The past few weeks have showed me that underneath my cynical persona is a girl that has emotions and that is still capable of giving and that I am not all dead from inside like I once thought I was.<br /><br />You helped unleash the girl in me that longs to feel, longs to care , longs to give and longs to love and be loved back on day.<br /><br />The Crush, I thank you :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Baba, Asswipe and TC ,<br />I thank you all for being you and for letting me be me.<br />I thank you all for loving me and for letting me love you back.<br /><br />Most importantly, I thank you all for letting me love me !<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">p.s </span>can I have a tissue now ( told u this was as cheesy as cheesy gets, excuse me while I go kill myself now !!! )<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-2386600817225807622?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-90280950046248760042007-07-09T11:32:00.004+04:002007-09-08T01:30:40.682+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" >Life is a Bitch !!!</span><br /><br />Hello people,<br /><br />I know I’ve been distant recently but I had my reasons ,<br /><br />Work , exams and wait for it , wait for it , are u waiting? ….. keep waiting…<br /><br /><br /><br />I’m <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"IN CRUSH"</span> with someone. !!! yup ur cynical <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Dazed and Confused</span> has found someone she is interested in and thinks is interested in her :)<br /><br />He even meets most of the list I posted in my <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/left-in-middle-beep-beepmake-this.html">“Left in the middle” </a>post and more<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">1- I’m sucker for humor so I’m looking for a funny guy but not the big look at me HAHA funny, I’m talking about the sarcastic kind</span><br /><br />- the dude is as hilarious as they get , he’s big funny and sarcastic funny all rolled into one , I just can’t stop laughing when I’m around him.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">2- I ‘m looking for a smart guy that knows he’s smart and doesn’t take it for granted. A guy that knows what he wants and goes for it</span><br /><br />- When I first met him <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">“idiot”</span> is the word that came to mind, I still think he is and I tell him that I think he is but he says it’s my way of saying I care !!!!!<br />but under all this idiocy is a very smart dude who has a very bright future in front of him and when I say bright I mean “diamond blinding bright” :P<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">3- Whoever said looks don’t count surely wasn’t talking about me! I tend to go for the hot guys. I know I’m shallow but I honestly can’t help it!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">When u see these gorgeous guys walking hand in hand with girls that aren’t as good looking and u start wondering what the guy is doing with her, what’s so special about her… well I wanna be one of those girls ( I know , I feel sorry for my self sometimes)!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">My friends keep pointing out how idiotic that is of me, you gotta be the better looking one in the relationship. Fuck No; if I’m gonna be waking up to the same face everyday, it sure as hell better be a good one, seriously!</span><br /><br />- in this department , he’s not what I usually go for at all and that’s a shocker for me. The dude is cute but not the super hot type that usually catches my eye but he has something to make up for it. The dude is <span style="font-weight: bold;">RIPPED </span>Yall , <span style="font-weight: bold;">black belt</span>, enough said I think :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">4- I’m looking for a guy who has faith, a guy that prays 5 times a day, doesn’t drink, gamble or smoke</span><br /><br />- has faith , prays (i hope), doesn’t drink, plays kiddi poker and only smokes shisha which is something I don’t mind.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">5- I’m looking for a guy that loves to go out party and dance the night a way (preferably a salsa and meringue fan :))</span><br /><br />- the dude can’t hear music without getting up and dancing like the complete idiot that he is , he just goes crazy and doesn’t care what people think <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">( the male version of me in that department)</span> oh and he’s willing to learn Salsa and Meringue ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">6- I’m looking for a stylish guy that loves fashion and is secure enough with his sexuality to flaunt it.</span><br /><br />- this is a tricky one , he’s an ok dresser , very sporty cus he’s a sports junkie and keeps making fun of guys who “overdress” but he did ask me to go shopping with him so maybe there still is hope !<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">7- Last but not least, I’m looking for a virgin, yes a virgin I said it and if that’s impossible to find these days then I’ll settle for guy that honestly doesn’t expect me to be one.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">I’ll be dammed if I allow myself to end up with a guy that expects of me what he isn’t willing to do or give himself.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">If Johnny wants to do some shopping he shouldn’t expect Frany to be closed for business!!</span><br /><br />- still remains a mystery to me but I doubt this dude has had any!!!! <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(mystery solved btw but i won't tell !!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">8-</span> Now for the best part that wasn’t even included in my list. He’s as adventures as it gets. He loves to go on adventure trips and that’s a dream come true for me so I’m sure it’s all gonna be a thrill with him :)<br /><br />he’s even done quite a bit of the things in my 101 <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/101-things-to-do-before-i-die-sadly-im.html">"Things To Do Before I Die"</a> post, I’m SOOOOO JEALOUS !!!!!<br /><br />The one’s that I do know off:<br /><br />- Drive in Saudi Arabia <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">( ya ya , laim I know but it counts)</span><br />- Exercise on a regular basis <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">( RIPPED PEOPLE)</span><br />- Get stoned <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(not a smoker but has tried it and he recommended it)</span><br />- Go camping in the desert and the beach<br />- Go on a Safari<br />- Learn how to play baloot, chess and poker <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(I don’t know about chess but he’s good </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> in the other 2)</span><br />- Ride the subway for an entire day aimlessly and discover new<br />places<br />- Sky Dive<br />- Spend an entire day as a man and see if I can actually get away with it <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">(couldn’t help </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"> myself, it counts too !!!)</span><br />- Swim with sharks <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">(he has pics to prove it )</span><br />- White river rafting <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(not sure if it was white river)</span><br />- Scuba dive the Barrier Reef <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(certified diver)</span><br />- bungee, para gliding and the list goes on and on …<br /><br /><br />perfect for me wouldn’t u say ? :)<br /><br />Now wait for the <span style="font-weight: bold;">catch</span> , wait for it , wait for it…… are u waiting ????<br /><br />He’s leaving in <span style="font-weight: bold;">10</span> days for <span style="font-weight: bold;">4 FREAKING</span> years and no not to do his undergrad <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">(I’m not a pedophile people !!!)</span><br /><br />I think that’s why none of us are inclined to do anything cus what’s the point really !!!<br /><br />U know when u know that the person likes u and u know that they know that u know that they like u, and he knows that you like him and you know that he knows that you like him and that he knows that you know that he knows that you like him and everyone around u knows it too but everything is unspoken!! <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">(the revenge of the Knows :P )</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Life is a bitch for real but what’s a girl to do :(</span><br /><br />I honestly, don’t believe in long distance relationships and I don’t do them. I’m a firm believer in the Arabic saying <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">“ be3eed 3an el3een b3eed 3an el 2alb”</span> translation <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">“ Far from the eyes, far from the heart”</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">.</span><br /><br />I believe that long distance relationships never work so why would I wanna put myself through that misery?!!<br /><br />The only time these relationships do work is when the couple has a very strong base which me and <span style="font-weight: bold;">"The Crush" </span>don’t have. <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><br />I only met him a few month ago and even though we’ve been hanging out as a big group a lot lately we only started getting close last month and now he is leaving :(<br /><br />I’m off to grad school next year and he’s trying to convince me to go where he is but that’s pretty unlikely and I’m not the type of girl that thinks with her heart and ignores her brain so that’s not gonna happen!!<br /><br />So I think this chapter is just gonna have to come to an end and the <span style="font-weight: bold;">“What If”</span> will never materialize to <span style="font-weight: bold;">“Was” </span>or <span style="font-weight: bold;">“Will Be”</span><br /><br />can I hear an ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!! : (<br /><br /><br />p.s i forgot to add a funny fact , i was calling Mr. Stalker from the <a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/closure-lily-allen-smile-lyrics-when.html">"Closure part 1" </a>post to wish him a happy birthday on the weekend and when i told him that i'm going to grad school next year he started convincing me to apply to the school "The Crush" is going to cus it's very close to where he is ..... imagine the drama then !!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-9028095004624876004?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-24722501416680859442007-07-01T19:58:00.000+04:002007-09-08T01:31:44.420+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">BACK OFF! I’m IMSing and it’s bad!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> BE AFRAID ….BE VERY AFRAID</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Please, God, spare the people around me the wretchedness that is me , spare them the heartache , verbal and physical abuse I am plotting against them , protect their bodies from my fists , knees, heels and nails, protect their ears from all the vicious and unconscionably vindictive things I’m about to say to them.<br /><br />Please god reconnect the link that is missing between my brain and my mouth, please give me the strength and patience to count to 10 before I utter a word, especially now !!<br /><br />God, please tie my tong in a double scout’s knot before I tell my friends what idiots I think they are, even if they truly are.!!!<br /><br />God have mercy on the souls of the people around me cus this is gonna be BAD <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">(can’t stop singing … you know I’m bad , I’m bad , u know it ….. can I hear a Heeeeehe :P ).</span><br /><br /><br />One more thing, please God make me McSkinny and McSexy and send McHotti my way while your at it :D<br /><br /><br />It’s that time of the month again !!!!<br /><br />I’m sure that’s what going on in ur mind.<br /><br />What if I were to tell you that this could be the words of guy <span style="font-weight: bold;">IMSing</span> …… Yes people , it’s True Males PMS too and it’s called <span style="font-weight: bold;">IMS <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(irritable male syndrome)</span></span>.<br /><br />I was talking to a guy friend of mine the other day who is usually a very calm person that doesn’t have a care in the world, all of a sudden he started snapping at everything and everyone for no particular reason, I was like dude seriously what’s wrong with u , is it that time of the month again???!<br /><br />I started noticing more guys with these symptoms so I did what I always do “I LOOKED IT UP” ☺<br /><br />I was shocked to find out that males too PMS , actually IMS !!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Irritable Male Syndrome:</span> A state of hypersensitivity, anxiety, frustration, and anger that occurs in males and is associated with biochemical changes, hormonal fluctuations, stress, and loss of male identity.<br /><br />Men have hormone problems just like women," declares Cindy Esterly, a certified aerobics trainer in Phoenix, who often lectures on how men and women can better manage their hormones.<br /><br />Indeed, Gerald A. Lincoln, a researcher at the Medical Research Council's Human Reproductive Sciences Unit in Edinburgh, Scotland, recently coined the term "irritable male syndrome" (IMS) to mirror the infamous PMS in women. Lincoln says these hormone imbalances go far beyond the now recognized "male menopause" and can manifest at any time in life. <em><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">( Male menopause a topic for another day !)<br /></span></em><br />"Men's hormones pulsate hourly, compared with every 28 days for women, " confirms Larrian Gillespie, MD, a retired Southern California urologist and author of The Gladiator Diet: How to Preserve Peak Health, Sexual Energy, and A Strong Body at Any Age.<br /><br />Irritability-anxiety-depression syndromes associated with withdrawal of sex steroid hormones are well recognized in the female," Lincoln notes in his study, which appeared in Reproduction, Fertility and Development. "The occurrence of a potentially similar behavioral syndrome following withdrawal of testosterone has received less attention."<br /><br />Obviously, such declines in testosterone can be predicted after prostate surgery. But according to Gillespie and Esterly, they can occur at any time in any male as a result of diet, environmental factors, or stress. "[Or] you can have a normal testosterone level and elevated estradiol -- the usable form of the so-called "female" hormone estrogen," points out Gillespie.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">What are the symptom of IMS ?</span><br /><br />exhaustion, unexplained weight changes, frequent urination, gallbladder or gut problems, hypoglycemia, snoring, incontinence, an elevated PSA , high cholesterol, bone loss, hair loss (besides male pattern), impaired thyroid function, loss of muscle or stamina, skin problems, softer erections -- and irritability. "Many of these men are overweight," Gillespie notes, and fat harbors estrogen.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Do all men get IMS at some point?</span><br /><br />No. Four factors come together to produce IMS. All males go through adolescence and have brain and physical and hormonal changes, and they will get irritable—same with midlife and male menopause. But some go through it relatively easily while others have major changes. What determines that is a mixture of hormonal changes—some have more than others—changes in brain chemistry, stress levels and loss of male identity.<br /><br />So Gals , the next time you see a guy lashing at you for no particular reason , give him a break , <span style="font-weight: bold;">BACK OFF</span> cus he just might be<span style="font-weight: bold;"> IMSing </span>…..<br /><br />Guys, welcome to the club !!!! :P NYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAH<br /><br />P.S guys follow the following link <a href="http://theirreitablemale.com/quiz.htm">http://theirreitablemale.com/quiz.htm</a>to take the IMS quiz, u never know , u might just have it!!!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-2472250141668085944?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-15437613146135681642007-06-12T10:24:00.000+04:002007-09-08T01:33:10.027+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">The Thrill of the Chase</span></span><br /><br />Do you remember that feeling of just meeting someone your interested in?<br /><br />The thrill and the rush of the unknown and exploring something new . The quivers and butterflies in your stomach, the constant wondering and over analyzing of every single detail and move, wondering if his/her words have any hidden agendas and what exactly each look meant. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(I can see the smiles on your faces already, no denying that ☺ )</span><br /><br />Your exited, anxious and optimistic yet worried that maybe it’s an illusion and that you're kidding yourself and really nothing is ever going to happen between you and this person, but the feeling is so good that u can’t help but get carried away.<br /><br />You start playing the Tom & Jerry game with each other, and each player’s role in the game <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(Chaser or Chasse)</span> is defined from the get go.<br />Generally speaking, guys usually do most of the chasing and girls are on the other spectrum of the equation (I emphasize the “generally” here).<br /><br />This game as is the case with most games is very thrilling, that’s why they call it the <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">“Thrill of the Chase” </span>after all.<br />Something to spice up the relationship perusal and add a bit of zest into it. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(game night anyone ?!)</span><br /><br />Both parties enjoy the <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">“Thrill of the Chase”</span> regardless of what anyone says.<br />The party being chased obviously enjoys the attention and is flattered by the idea that he/she is desired and perused unless he/she is being perused by a person whom he/she will NEVER , EVER, IN A MILLION YEARS be interested in. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">( the he/she thing is bothering me….. from now on he/she will be referred to as hehs , cus u can read it’s he from left to right and she from right to left ☺ !!!! ) </span><br /><br />The party that is doing the chasing on the other hand loves the thrill of testing hehs skills and charm. so it’s a win win situation till it gets old and boring.<br /><br />At this stage , gals and lads tend to have different approaches to the game . Girls like to move on and grow the relationship if they are interested whereas most guys like to move on , <span style="font-weight: bold;">FULL STOP.</span><br /><br />Guys will chase you , chase you not necessarily because they like you, but because they like the chase, the ability to improve their hunting skills and to prove to themselves and the people around them how good of hunters they are and how proud their ancestors would be of their skills . They will chase you till they know they’ve got you, then most just loose interest!<br /><br />When you want them to leave you alone, they peruse you more vigorously, when you want them to be around, they float away!!!!<br /><br />I’m not saying that this is always the case, or that guys loose interest after they chase you because they are jerks, it could be triggered by one of the following reasons:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1- </span>They are all about the chase and that’s what they find exciting. So when they get<br /> what they want the game ends to them, they won and it’s no longer fun.<br /><br /> Just like a Nintendo game, they would keep playing it and playing it ,day and night<br /> obsessing over it till they finish the game . After they finish the game, it looses its<br /> excitement factor and they move on to a “better” more challenging game to<br /> re-explore, and the cycle continues.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">2-</span> The game take way too long, it’s too difficult for them and they aren’t sure that they<br /> have what it takes to finish it. Or maybe they don’t believe that the end result is<br /> worth all this hassle.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">3- </span>Once they do get to the end result they don’t really like what they see. The finish<br /> line was so hyped up in their minds that they get disappointed once they reach it.<br /><br />I gave this <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">“Thrill of the Chase”</span> game a bit of thought and I came up with the following theory.<br /><br />When it come to relationships and dating, girls deploy the shopping mechanism while guys apply the Soccer or Football mechanism.<br /><br />Please allow me to elaborate ☺<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Shopping Mechanism:</span><br /><br />Most girls don’t like to stay still in one place or phase in our lives for too long. We like to evolve grow and flourish, we aren’t really the content and happy with what we’ve got kind.<br /><br />When we go shopping, we hit a store, explore it , get everything we need from it then move on to bigger and better stores. The more shopping we do the better we are in analyzing what stores are worth exploring cus we already know what we like and what looks best and works for us. We will occasionally step out of our comfort zone and shop @ a store that doesn’t fit the criteria of “ our style “, we either love it and add it to our list or cut our losses short and move on. When we find something we do like, we won’t always show interest to the salesperson. We will pretend that we are not that interested or that we need to think about it. Most of the time we know that we will eventually get it but we don’t wanna deal our cards all at once in hopes of getting the upper hand and scoring a discount or a freebie of some sort.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Soccer /Football Mechanism: </span><br /><br />Men have been hunters since the beginning of time, they just can’t help themselves, it’s in their blood and since they don’t really get to unleash the hunting killers in themselves anymore, have channeled their energy towards sports. Sports that rely on hunting/ chasing more specifically. Soccer, basket ball, hockey, baseball … all the most popular sports are revolved around chasing a desired object.<br /><br />They tend to approach everything as a football game including relationships.<br />They eye their object of affection “ the ball” and chase after it. They will do whatever it takes to get the ball, screw over the other team’s players, get the help from his own team mates, deploy masterful and well practiced tactics, learn new skills, anything is game as long as they get the ball @ the end of the day.<br /><br />Once they do get it , they will maneuver a bit , take advantage of it's presence, take care and secure it until they do one of the following:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1- </span>Toss it away because they aren’t ready or are too chicken shit to follow through<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">2- </span>Some try to score but are totally off because they aren’t focused enough, or don’t<br /> put enough thought and energy into it and end up loosing the ball.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">3-</span> Some rare skilled players follow through and take advantage of the ball. They make<br /> the best of the situation and score their glorious goal.<br /><br />In short, most guys are all about <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">“The Thrill of the Chase”</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1543761314613568164?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-70113645390634031532007-05-23T16:04:00.000+04:002007-09-08T01:34:35.304+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">3arabja Anonymous® (3.A.)</span> </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Because the people around us have ears, eyes and upset stomachs !!! </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />Definition of a <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">“3arbaji”</span>: singular of <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">“3arabja”</span>, a person that lacks etiquette and has no manners or common courtesy.<br /><br />Also known as Yobbo , Hooligan , Brute , Hoodlum, White Trash and Hillbilly (Westerners) , Bee2a (Egyptian) , Nawari , Sharashoo7, Hamaji and shala2 (Palestinians, Lebanese and Syrians), 63oos, Waraw, lu7aj and 3arbaja (Saudis) and Heelag (Kuwaitis)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">3arabja Anonymous®</span> is a fellowship of men and women who share their experience, strength and hope with each other that they may solve their common problem and help others to recover from 3arabjanisim.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br />What is 3arabjanism?</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />3rabjanisim </span><span style="font-size:130%;">is recognized as a major social problem In the World, it is the third greatest killer of any decent person’s social life, after smelliness and wickdnastyness , and it does not damage the 3arabja alone. Others are hurt by its effects ;in the home, on the job, in restaurants, parks and malls and on the streets ,especially at traffic light stops !!!!<br /><br />3rabjanisim is a serious problem, so whether or not you ever become a 3arbaji yourself, 3arabjanism still can have an impact on your life in general and on your social life more specifically.<br /><br />We have learned a great deal about how to identify 3arabjanism. But so far no one has discovered a way to prevent it, because nobody knows exactly why some people who were brought up by decent people or who have the money to learn and are exposed to people with etiquette turn into 3arabja.<br /><br />Doctors, scientists, teachers and socialites in the field have not agreed on the cause (or causes) of 3arabjanism. For that reason, 3.A. concentrates on helping those who are already 3arabja, so that they can stop their 3arbaji ways and learn how to live like normal, socially acceptable people who know how to behave like people and not like monkeys who scratch their butts whenever and wherever they please!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">What are the symptoms?</span><br /><br />Not all 3arabjas have the same symptoms, but<br />many at different stages in the illness show some but not limited to these signs:<br /><br />- Farting in public<br />- Burping in public<br />- Burping in public then saying excuse me <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">( it still doesn’t forgive the nasty act)</span><br />- Picking your nose<br />- Picking your ears with your pinky with the extremely long nail!!!<br />- Picking your teeth in public<br />- Sneezing or coughing without covering your nose<br />- Playing with your feet or toes<br />- Chewing food with your mouth full<br />- Speaking or laughing with your mouth full<br />- Making disgusting noises when you eat or drink<br />- Licking your fingers when your done eating<br />- Chewing gum with your mouth full<br />- Making noises with your gum and playing with it !<br />- Walking with your Thobe “ traditional attire” in your mouth<br />- Walking out of your house with boxers, Serwal “ what men wear under their Thobe” or Jalabiya “men night gown” or that strange skirt wrapping thingy some men wear to go out of your house even if it is just to throughout the trash !<br />- Wearing the hat under the shema3’”head scarf” alone or with the 3egal “ round black thing to hold the head scarf down”<br />- Wearing the Shema3’ or 7a66a without the 3egal<br />- Dancing like an idiot on traffic lights<br />- Turning right from the extreme left lane<br />- Cranking up your 3arbaji music in the car<br />- Sitting with your feet barefoot up next to the window<br />- Eating fis fis or Bezer “ some sort of nuts” in public and spitting the shell<br />- Throwing things on the street or from your window<br />- Scratching or touching yourself in public<br />- Making the snorting 7’’7’’ sound in the bathroom !!!<br />- Throwing tissues in the toilet<br />- Calling a female 7orma, Marra , Bitch , Whore or piece of ass !<br />- Taking off your shoes when you have smelly feet or dirty socks on<br />- Pushing people around without apologizing<br />- Cutting the line in a queue<br />- Taking someone’s chair when they get up<br />- Snapping your fingers to call someone<br />- Leaving your cell phone ringer on in meetings, lectures, movie theaters and in the library<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">- A swear word is syllabus as far as your concerned!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">How does 3.A. help the 3arabja? </span><br /><br />Through the help of trained professionals and etiquette advisors and from the example and friendship of the recovered 3arbaja in 3.A. New members are also<br />encouraged to stay away from other 3arabja during the treatment duration.<br /><br />They also have to go through the <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">“Twelve Steps” </span>to recovery program.<br />These Steps suggest ideas and actions that can guide 3arabja toward happy and socially acceptable behavior and lives.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Twelve Steps of 3arabja Anonymous </span><br /><br />1. We admitted we were powerless over 3arbaja—that our lives had become classless<br />2. Came to believe that a Power and guidance classier than ourselves could restore us to class.<br />3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the hands of the professionals<br />4. Made a searching and fearless moral Inventory of ourselves.<br />5. Admitted to to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.<br />6. Were entirely ready to have teachers and guiders remove all these defects of character and instill some etiquette in us<br />7. Humbly asked Him/her to remove our short- comings and teach us new tricks<br />8. Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all. <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">(that could take a while we know !)</span><br />9. Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">(ya don’t know how that works )</span><br />10. Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted<br />it.<br />11. Sought through etiquette lessons to improve our conscious contact with other people and with ourselves<br />12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this<br />message to 3arabjas, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.<br /><br /><br />If you have a family member or a loved one that is suffering from this dreadful deseas don't hesitate to call us @ <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">1-800-3arabja-anonymous . </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">p.s. 3.A is now accepting sponsors and volunteers </span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-7011364539063403153?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-53411246257843213812007-05-16T22:30:00.000+04:002008-12-09T07:25:47.732+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Fashion Forward ;)</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I’ve just realized that this blog is missing some posts about fashion !!!!<br /><br />What city would it be without fashion ??so I’m listing the top trends of this season, enjoy :)<br /><br />Just remember that some trends are very difficult to pull off, so wear what works best for you and don’t forget to add your own touch of <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Pizzazz </span>!!!<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br />Clothing Trends</span><br />1- Mirror Shiny<br />2- Sequence<br />3- Bold Colors<br />4- Girly with a twist of naughty ;)<br />5- High-Waisted Pants<br />6- Eyelet Dresses ( The Material that has wholes in flowery shapes)<br />7- Shoulder-Baring Tops<br />8- Jumper Dresses<br />9- Mod Minidresses<br />10- Vests, suspenders and short cropped jackets<br />11- A touch of Jungle<br />12- Florals, strips and bold prints<br />13- Black & White<br />14- Shorts (hot shorts, skinny long shorts, wide leg shorts, they are in with all their<br />shapes and lengths). A pair of white shorts are a must if you can pull them off!<br />15- Leggings are still in but in patterns and bold colors<br />16- Bows & Ruffles<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Jeans<br /></span>1- Unfortunately skinny jeans are still in (unfortunately cus 99% of the people can’t<br />pull them off!!!)<br />2- Colored Jeans ( green , red , pink ……go crazy )<br />3- Wide leg jeans<br />4- White Jeans<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Accessories</span><br />1- White sunglasses<br />2- A touch of Transparent ( bangles , belts , bags and shoes)<br />3- High waisted belts are still in and are wider than ever, ironically skinny belts are also in this season , try to wear a few skinny belts with different colors for a touchof uniqueness ☺<br />4- Bold silver and gold jewelry<br />5- Stacked Bangles<br />6- The elastic metal bracelets we used to wear a few dozen off a decade ago are back<br />YaaaaaaaaY :D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Shoes</span><br />1- Peep toe flats<br />2- Metallic flats<br />3- Jellies ( yes i'm serious!! )<br />4- Transparent<br />5- Shunky and wedge heels<br />6- Pantent , patent and more patent<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Bags</span><br />1- Did I mention patent :P<br />2- White Bags with a hint of gold<br />3- Bold colors<br />4- The Bigger the Better but clutches and hand held bags are in as well<br />5- Metallics (preferably Silver</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy V. shopping everyone :) <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">(click on the pics to enlarge)<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blue Fever</span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktPe0nY5GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6vTp9qrnHIY/s1600-h/Blue+Fever.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktPe0nY5GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6vTp9qrnHIY/s400/Blue+Fever.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065229596846777442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Mellow Yellow</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktQzEnY5HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6_ghQHxTac4/s1600-h/Mellow+Yellow.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktQzEnY5HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6_ghQHxTac4/s400/Mellow+Yellow.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065231044250756210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Gold Digger $$$<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktSVEnY5II/AAAAAAAAADE/Mi7iWTAv2bQ/s1600-h/Gold+Digger.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktSVEnY5II/AAAAAAAAADE/Mi7iWTAv2bQ/s400/Gold+Digger.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065232727877936258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Silver Lining<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktT40nY5JI/AAAAAAAAADM/EShDbYItuE4/s1600-h/Mirror+Image.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktT40nY5JI/AAAAAAAAADM/EShDbYItuE4/s400/Mirror+Image.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065234441569887378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It Don't Matter If You're Black & White...<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktVi0nY5LI/AAAAAAAAADc/PM3rxP85u0o/s1600-h/Black+or+White.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktVi0nY5LI/AAAAAAAAADc/PM3rxP85u0o/s400/Black+or+White.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065236262636020914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Lady In Red</span> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktW-UnY5MI/AAAAAAAAADk/c9d4ptSJAp8/s1600-h/Lady+in+Red.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktW-UnY5MI/AAAAAAAAADk/c9d4ptSJAp8/s400/Lady+in+Red.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065237834594051266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Pretty In Pink<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktZZ0nY5OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KOZVd_fYdYA/s1600-h/pretty+in+pink.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktZZ0nY5OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KOZVd_fYdYA/s400/pretty+in+pink.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065240506063709410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Candy Land<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktaeEnY5PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OtIjp1CMy7A/s1600-h/Candy+land2.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktaeEnY5PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OtIjp1CMy7A/s400/Candy+land2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065241678589781234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sugar & Spice<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktbZknY5QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/06t2kGB55wA/s1600-h/Sugar+%26+Spice.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktbZknY5QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/06t2kGB55wA/s400/Sugar+%26+Spice.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065242700791997698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >Born To Be Wiiiiiild !<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktcdUnY5RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VB4MUWCE_xo/s1600-h/Jungle+Fever.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktcdUnY5RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VB4MUWCE_xo/s400/Jungle+Fever.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065243864728134930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">P.S </span><span style="font-style: italic;">if you have any questions about any of the products i pictured feel free to ask, or if u have any fashion question for the matter ;)<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Boys , sorry for the girly post but this is</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Saudi and the City</span> after all ;)</span><br /> <br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-5341124625784321381?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-14208274543373803232007-05-05T13:36:00.000+04:002007-09-08T01:36:53.511+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">For Better or For Worse.... Until</span></span><br /><br />Since my last post went okay, I think u guys are ready for another twisted post and a greater glimpse into how my freaky twisted mind works :)<br /><br />I want you to close your eyes and relax for a minute. Now fast forward your life 10 years from now, what do you see?<br /><br />Typically, you would say, I have a good job, a nice house/car and I’m happily married to a hot gal/guy and we have x number of beautiful children <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(can I hear an ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ) </span><br /><br /><br />What if that wasn’t the case, you have the career the spouse but God forbid a <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">“CHILD FROM HELL”</span> , what would you do ?!?!<br /><br /><br />Don’t bother with the “mother loves her child regardless and sees him/her as the most beautiful baby in the world” speech. I don’t buy that crap!!!!!!<br /><br />If my kid is a but ugly ,nasty boring kid, <span style="font-weight: bold;">BELIVE ME</span> I’m gonna know. I’m not blind after all!!!!<br /><br /><br />A career I can always change, a nasty husband I can kick to the curve but kids don’t really come with a 30-day return /exchange policy!!!!<br /><br /><br />I’m gonna have to compliment my ugly kid on being cute but what do I do when someone comes to me and says oh wow ur kid is so cute???<br />Unfortunately, punching them in the face and saying don’t mock me u prick or what are you blind isn’t really an option.!!!<br /><br /><br />Am I gonna have to spend countless days and hours pretending to laugh at my kid’s stupid boring jokes and pretend that they are funny?!?!<br /><br /><br />We choose most of the people in our lives but some we are stuck with. Like parents or siblings we can’t stand and would never socialize with if we didn’t have to, but those too we could kinda dodge. Our kids however, we are stuck with for better or for worse. !!!!<br /><br /><br />So as psychodelic and superficial as the following question is gonna sound , I want you guys to humor me and answer it anyways.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">IF your kid was boring, nasty and ugly. Do u think you would still love him/her?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1420827454337380323?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-14008546868029053382007-04-27T04:53:00.000+04:002007-09-08T01:38:02.842+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br />Curiosity Killed The Cat!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Dazed </span>is back , <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Confused </span>as ever but back to the <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">city </span>never the less :)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Disclaimer:</span> The following post is twisted and contains some potentially damaging material and is only intended for my equally twisted minded readers. Continue with caution !!!! </span><br /><br /><br />You’re our own little Carrie a friend once told me. With all your men, questions and love for shoes and fashion.<br /><br />Ironically, I’m writing this while watching the queen herself in action.<br />Just like her, I do have questions, quite a bit of them actually. I’m a very curious person, curious about everything, especially things that have to do with relationships and matters of the heart. Unfortunately, this curiosity gets the best of me!!!<br />Curiosity killed the cat after all! <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(Where did this phrase come from???)</span><br /><br />Is it just me, or do u find females far more curious than males are????<br /><br />Think about it, Adam was pretty content with his life on heaven and wasn’t planning on meddling around into forbidden grounds. On the other hand, Eve and her curious nature wanted to venture into the unknown and taste the “forbidden apple”.<br /><br />As a daughter of Eve, my mind keeps venturing into strange places and I find myself having the strangest debates and conversations with people. The latest would be about monogamy and polygamy. I found myself asking the females around me the following question:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> “If women were allowed to marry more than one man would u be a polygamist?”</span><br /><br />I’m a person that doesn’t tolerate polygamist men and I’m not ok with the idea of a man marrying more than one lady, even if he had a valid reason. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">(for my non Muslim reader , look the reasons up or just ask me).<br /><br /></span>If god forbid, my future husband does it to me I would most likely just divorce his ass, kids or no kids and I sure as hell would never consider marrying a married man if my life depended on it!!!<br /><br />But why is it that when the tables were turned, I pictured myself actually doing it ?!!!<br /><br />Is it because us females think that most men are a bunch of dips shits that need to be treated as shit cus that’s what they are after all or am I just full of shit and would never actually do it??<br /><br />Are we females just hypocrites that condemn men for their choices just because we don’t have the same options?<br /><br />Honestly, the idea does seem tempting to me. I would marry a funny guy that makes me laugh all the time, a kind guy that treats me like the goddess that I actually am, a rich guy to make sure that I live a good life, a smart guy and a super hot one. Tall , short, dark and fair, I’ll get me one of each ….. <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Yummy Yummy!!!</span><br /><br /><br />Hypothetically, if I did have more than one husband, who would then be responsible for taking care of my children if I had any. Do they all stay with me and the dads come and visit them or do they stay with the dads and I just go and visit?<br />Who will be responsible for paying the household bills?<br />Can I handle more than one man, considering that men’s sex drives far outweigh that of women, how over sexed will I be???????<br />Finally, Do polygamists ever have threesomes??? <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">(This one in particular I’m really curious about?? )</span><br /><br /><br />Now that u guys know how my twisted mind works, I’m curious to know what you guys (males and females) think??<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The following questions are for my <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">female </span>readers?<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1-</span> Would u marry more than one man if u had the choice?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">2- </span> If Yes, why and if No , why not ?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">3-</span> If u fell in love with someone else while u were married would u divorce ur current<br />hubby and marry the second dude or would u keep both?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">4- </span> would u come clean and confess to ur current hubby if you married someone else?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The following questions are for my <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">male</span> readers?<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1-</span> If your wife married someone else while she was still married to you would you<br />stay with her or divorce her? <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">(apply this scenario if u had kids or didn’t )</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">2- </span> Would you consider marrying a married woman and being the 2nd, 3rd or 4th<br />husband?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">3- </span> If Yes, why and in No, why not?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">4- </span> Would u be the provider of the house and to your wife if you weren’t the only `<br />husband?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">( refer to the comment section for my answers ) </span></span><br /><br /><br />I TOLD YOU GUYS THIS POST IS TWISTED !!!<br /><br />P.S “Curiosity killed the cat” – I looked it up and got the following:<br />The saying originally was “care kills a cat,” and began in the 16th century. “Care” was a warning that worry is bad for your health and can lead to an early grave; the phrase was a recognition that cats seem to be very cautious and careful. Over time, the word “care” evolved into “curiosity.”</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1400854686802905338?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com'/></div>Dazed & Confusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500saudiandthecity@hotmail.com14