<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567</id><updated>2012-01-28T12:37:59.205+03:00</updated><category term='SaudiAndTheCity'/><category term='TV'/><category term='RelationshipTheories'/><category term='Expectations'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Tivo'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Saudi and the City</title><subtitle type='html'>My 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?!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-768770191982417580</id><published>2010-11-29T00:19:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:53:08.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPLLf6FNltI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bmFErUb-rdo/s1600/SATC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPLLf6FNltI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bmFErUb-rdo/s400/SATC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544717840274003666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"It's Not You, It's Me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Have you ever done something entirely out of character, something u wouldn’t have thought u would do in a million years in fear of crossing your personal &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;“red zones”&lt;/span&gt; but for some strange reason, u feel no guilt or remorse after , to the contrary , you feel excited and intrigued?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Something even though sounds simple and normal for some, ends up changing you as a person, not because of “that something” per say , but because it makes you realize that you might not really know who you really are and what you are capable off?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I had one of those “something” moments recently.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;B&lt;b&gt;ack tracking a little here:&lt;/b&gt; 3 years ago I wrote a post &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-been-kissed-anita-i-swear-to-god.html"&gt;(never been kissed)&lt;/a&gt; complaining to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Saudi and the City&lt;/span&gt; readers about never being really kissed and contemplating the reasons behind it. I concluded the post with the following &lt;i&gt;(in hindsight, naive)&lt;/i&gt; revelation; &lt;b&gt;“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 “That Thing”.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fast forward back to the present:&lt;/b&gt; scrap everything I said earlier about waiting for that thing, that person ! More like jumping in with someone I barely know, and to make matters worse, the little that I do know about that person doesn’t fit into anything I am looking for. To make matters worser &lt;b&gt;(it’s a word NOW)&lt;/b&gt;, I have no intention of stopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To the contrary, I not only want to continue to cross my lines, I wanna skip and jump over them!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;an’t stop singing Skip a dee doo, skip a dee day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When that person realized my lack of experience and “Game” to say the least , he held back and asked me a question that resonated with me to a point that made me pick up my computer , write this post and get reacquainted with my beloved and sadly neglected blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He paused, and in an utter confused and slightly mortified tone asked &lt;b&gt;“WHY ME”?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The question really caught me off guard and I didn’t know how to respond to it at the time!  Why him, and what was so special about that particular person that he was able to push my limits, make me blow caution and reason to the wind ,surrender to the moment and yearn for more to come?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;As much as I would like to inflate that person’s ego and credit him for that transition, I sadly can’t!  Not because he wasn’t special enough, he surely was…..still is…BECOMING MORE, but because the real person I have to credit for this momentous and very uncharacteristic shift was none other than this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Dazed &amp;amp; Confused&lt;/span&gt; gal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;That person wasn’t the reason behind that change, more like the trigger to an inevitable &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;bomb&lt;/span&gt; that was doomed to explode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I have recently transitioned into a new phase of my life,one I am not particularly happy with. To make matters worsest &lt;b&gt;(YES another WORD)&lt;/b&gt;, I just realized that my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;30s&lt;/span&gt; are swiftly creeping up and I have little to show for it :(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I haven’t lived , I haven’t messed up, I haven’t failed drastically to pick myself up. I haven’t done things that I am extremely proud of nor have i done things I extremely regret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;However, what really hit home 4 me was when I realized that I haven’t felt a passion that consumed me, a passion that makes me smile all day, a passion that makes my stomach turn unstoppably, a passion that makes me think inappropriate thoughts while I am at a meeting, a passion that paints a stupid shy grin on my face all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Throughout my 28 year of existence , I haven’t felt the passion I have always been aching to feel despite my religious constraints, despite my logic, despite my nature and despite what i believe is wrong and right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I couldn’t risk not feeling that passion, those highs and lows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I couldn’t risk missing the journey along my path because that journey despite its bumps and sharp turns is exciting, is beautiful and it makes u feel alive :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I had the ability to turn back time to the moment he asked me the infamous &lt;b&gt;“WHY ME&lt;/b&gt;” question, I wouldn’t have panicked and I would have simply said; &lt;b&gt;IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S ME.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gives the phrase an entire new meaning, don’t you think?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S : I did suck, so I stopped and asked for directions !!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.S: NO PUN INTENDED !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-768770191982417580?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/768770191982417580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=768770191982417580' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/768770191982417580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/768770191982417580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-not-you-its-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPLLf6FNltI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bmFErUb-rdo/s72-c/SATC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-4014956655812394246</id><published>2009-07-26T04:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:21:57.212+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/SmuvqIz9uUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BNiYJH-Fcgo/s1600-h/SATC.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/SmuvqIz9uUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BNiYJH-Fcgo/s400/SATC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362572919769512258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;The Ugly Truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I won’t start this post apologizing for being away for so long and neglecting my baby and wasting your time with my lame thigh excuses.   All I want you guys to know is that I am back with a vengeance and I hope to rekindle the relationship I had with Saudi and the City’s loyal readers :)        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So WHY AM I BACK?????    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I watched a brilliant and refreshing romantic comedy today &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;“The Ugly Truth”&lt;/span&gt; that was anti cheesy and ohhhh so funny and enlightening :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got home I just found myself opening &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt; and starting to type away.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cliffs notes version of the movie” gorgeous &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McUptighty&lt;/span&gt; girl looking for love. Mega hot &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McJerky&lt;/span&gt; wants to prove to the world that there is no such thing as love and that women should accept the fact that men are shallow sex driven animals. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McUptighty&lt;/span&gt; loathes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McJerky&lt;/span&gt; while he wants to get in her pants, they are stuck working together and strike a deal ….so  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McJerky&lt;/span&gt; helps &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McUptighty&lt;/span&gt; get lifted up &lt;b&gt;“Literally”&lt;/b&gt; and land her neighbor &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McCharmy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McJerk&lt;/span&gt;y then  turns McSofty  and Miss formally known as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McUptighty&lt;/span&gt; dumps &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McCharmy&lt;/span&gt; for Reformd &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;McJerky&lt;/span&gt;. ……. U GUYS STILL WITH ME?!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This movie reconfirmed the so called myth that “Nice guys finish last”   It’s sad but tough luck, they most defiantly do MOST OF THE TIME at least but not for the reasons most people think!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was recently on a date with an extremely nice gentlemen who fits most “lists” perfectly, I even had a great time and there were no awkward moments at all but I couldn’t help but miss the &lt;b&gt;“B Factor”&lt;/b&gt; you know what I’m talking about, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;utterflies, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ack and forth arguments, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ack talking, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;oom boom pow , &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;onanza , enough &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;sssssssssss?!!!!! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;( u get the point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;      I wanted my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; factor DAMMIT …..why didn’t this guy tick my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;uttons. Why didn’t he attempt to make fun of me so that I can top him with a witty come &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ack ??? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;(More Bs heheheh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ack to my point &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;(sorry couldn’t help that last one !) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did he enjoy everything I had to say or at least pretended to , why didn’t he disagree with me, why did he have to be so predictable , why did he call to confirm before and arrive early, why was he PERFECT???????????    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; Am I listening to myself?????&lt;/b&gt;?     I’m messed up ……. Here I am describing the perfect smart, witty gentlemen and all I can think of is why wasn’t he a jerk!!!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He deprived me of the right to bitch and moan and complain about how all men are “dogs” and that we women are better off alone!     The existing theory on why us girls like the so called “Bad Guy” is that we like the idea of being sooo special  that we actually tamed these wild horses. We get the ultimate ego boost of being fantabulous  to a point that we were able to turn this wild beastly  creature to a stallion anyone would be proud to ride &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;(no pun intended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)!    That best of breed that will walk, trot, canter, and gallop  at your demand yet maintains the allure of a stallion.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I on the other hand don’t think that’s it, even if most people do!!     I have on of those &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/saudiandthecity@hotmail.com"&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;/a&gt; theories on the way ……… oh ya u know u guys missed them , admit it……. Whatever I did :P    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go after the wrong people because we need someone to blame once it fizzles out.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Hell will we ever utter the words “it’s me not you” that’s ur line guys not ours!        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are very smart creatures that unconsciously manage to fool the person who knows us best into believing that there is no one out there that is amazing enough for us. We do that to protect ourselves from facing the truth that maybe things didn’t workout because of us, because God Forbid, we weren’t smart enough, pretty enough, were too controlling or were just plain boring ……    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we do it because we need to feel superior, we need someone that has far more flaws than we do. We need to be able to feel and shout “I’m the Nuetella ”      a.k.a the shit      &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;( side note, who coined that stupid line…. Why would I use shit to validate how fabulous I am that’s stupid an I most definitely aint no shit (double negative, sue ME ) ……..i’m  the Nuetella,  the icecream, red velvet cupcakes, ….u get the idea pick what u love most  and say it with me girls “ I’m a Nuetella” u guys can settle for shit or a good burp if that’s what rocks ur boats….MENTAL PICTURE !!!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the post………We end up purchasing the flashy device everyone wants over and over again, The device we come to love and depend on till &lt;b&gt;WHAM&lt;/b&gt; the warranty expires and the damn thing starts to fail us !!!!!!     But why did this device die out???    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could it had been because we were too clumsy with it and kept abusing and dropping it everywhere, could it have been because we overused it and wouldn’t give it a break, or maybe it was due to the excessive bedazzling and changes we tried to make 2 it to “look better”????   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOP , we blame the manufacturer :P     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a note to u “ Nice Guys” we don’t necessarily pick the bad guy because he excites us more or because there is something inherently wrong with ur kind maybe due to excessive breastfeeding nature………maybe it’s due to us needing a hanger to mount all of our insecurities and faults on???!!!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN I’m messed up but please think about it girls, I could be on to something here!     Missed u all like chocolate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;( don’t get the missed u like hell thing either !!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dazed is Out.                  .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-4014956655812394246?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4014956655812394246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=4014956655812394246' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/4014956655812394246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/4014956655812394246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugly-truth-i-wont-start-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/SmuvqIz9uUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BNiYJH-Fcgo/s72-c/SATC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-7871492743651240217</id><published>2008-06-01T23:36:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:12:38.984+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u can’t judge a book by it’s cover, can u judge it by it’s TOC?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH don’t look at me like that…you know exactly who I’m talking about. I call them &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Our It”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Not to be confused with cousin IT from the Adams Family, waaaay to hairy for my taste!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Our It”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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!!&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really talk to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Our It”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(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)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Even though, we can never muster up the courage to talk to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Our It”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well people, yours truly actually mustered up the courage to approach her &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“It person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the book had mixed reviews and was deemed a bit too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; rated for my taste, but I couldn’t resist picking it up anyways to find out for my self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;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?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“you can’t judge a book by its cover”&lt;/span&gt; mainly because covers can be misleading and depend on how well they are marketed!&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tell me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; Would you judge a book by it’s cover , explain why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt; If you were to choose a book cover for urself , what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt; What cover of books attracts you the most ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-7871492743651240217?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7871492743651240217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=7871492743651240217' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/7871492743651240217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/7871492743651240217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-cant-judge-book-by-its-cover-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-3939099646767284370</id><published>2008-04-14T10:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:55:54.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/Sex%20and%20the%20City.mp3"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shameless!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I haven’t written a post in ages… over a month is ages in the blogsphere, Seriously, Seriously, SERIOUSLY!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(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 ☺ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies, but this &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gal has been swamped, preoccupied, depressed, unmotivated and now royally confused!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(That’s a first!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; Over 10,000 hits yaaaaaaaaaay, looking forward to the next 10,000  (better get&lt;br /&gt;  cracking guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Saudi and the City&lt;/span&gt; is now &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;tooting it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://itoot.net/"&gt;Toot&lt;/a&gt; is a selctive blog directory or at least i have&lt;br /&gt;   been told that lists diverse blogs from all around the Middle East. I was extremely&lt;br /&gt;   excited to be featured and encourage you to &lt;a href="http://itoot.net/blogs.toot.php"&gt;vote for Saudi and the City &lt;/a&gt;since voting&lt;br /&gt;   for myself isn’t landing me on &lt;a href="http://itoot.net/top10.php"&gt;the top 10 list &lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt; The always gracious &lt;a href="http://searchingtheinnerme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Seeker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has been kind enough to award me with both the&lt;br /&gt;   thinker and you make my day awards. Thank you very much for always making my&lt;br /&gt;   day with such awards : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alloukiallou.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr. Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has written a &lt;a href="http://alloukiallou.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_07.html"&gt;review of Saudi and the City&lt;/a&gt; and posted on his blog. I was&lt;br /&gt;   suuuuuuper excited when he mentioned that to me and i rushed to his blog to read&lt;br /&gt;  my review. Surprise surprise, it was in GREEK !!!&lt;br /&gt;  being the self centered gal that i am , i had him translate his amazing and well&lt;br /&gt;  thought of review fetured below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dazed and Confused &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. adopt an orphan for each child I give birth to&lt;br /&gt;2. attend a film premier&lt;br /&gt;3. attend NYC's fashion week&lt;br /&gt;4. become a famous international actress and win an award&lt;br /&gt;5. become a hacker &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. become the first female president of Saudi Arabia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. bid on something ridiculously expensive during an auction then pretend that I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. body paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. call all the people I don't like and tell them so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. call all the people I love and tell them so&lt;br /&gt;11. call my X and ask him if he ever really loved me&lt;br /&gt;12. climb Mount Everest&lt;br /&gt;13. date a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;14. direct a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. dive into a bowling alley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. do laser hair removal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do my M.B.A&lt;br /&gt;18. do the Monopoly board pub crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Drive a formula one car&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. drive in Saudi Arabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. eat an entire chicken by myself with my hands like they do in the Egyptian movies!&lt;br /&gt;22. exercise on a regular basis&lt;br /&gt;23. fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. fart in an elevator then SCREAM who did it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. get a 4 hand massage&lt;br /&gt;26. get arrested and spend a night in jail&lt;br /&gt;27. get stoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. go camping in the desert and the beach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. go on a Safari &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Desert Safari done, AMAAAAZING, Jungle Safari pending )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. go on the Sex and The City tour in NYC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. go to a movie theatre that's playing a horror movie and randomly grab people at very intense moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. go to Hajj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. go to space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. go to the love planet festival in Prague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. grab a Mo6awa3 (religious police) from his lehya (beard) and threaten to demanilize him if he bothers any other girl again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. grab a stranger , tell him he's my soul mate, kiss him then leav&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;37. have my own radio and/or TV. Show&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;39. hot air ballooning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. join a TV reality show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. jump from a waterfall then bathe under it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. jump into a pool in a wedding dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. keep blogging for at least 5 years &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;( 1 down, 4 to go )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Knee George W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. lean how to ski, surf and sail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. learn how to blow dry my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. learn how to cook anything ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. learn how to drive a manual car&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. learn how to drive a plane and a motorcycle &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(finally been on a motorcycle in Saudi !!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. learn how to play baloot, chess and poker &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Poker done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. learn how to play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;52. learn how to put make up properly&lt;br /&gt;53. learn how to put on nail polish within the nail border!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. learn how to Salsa , Meringue , Cha Cha ,Belly dance, Mambo and ball room dance like a professional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. learn how to speak Italian , Spanish, French, Hebrew and Urdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. learn how to spell like an adult!&lt;br /&gt;57. learn how to type properly&lt;br /&gt;58. learn the names of all the countries including their capitals and languages spoken in each&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;60. master flash , Photoshop and illustrator&lt;br /&gt;61. Max out my credit card &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(almost!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. memorize The Holy Quran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. paraglide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. participate in a treasure hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. participate in a water gun war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. participate in the largest human domino in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. play a part in my favorite TV show&lt;br /&gt;68. ride a Gondola in Venice with someone I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Ride a horse on the beach &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Does a Camel count!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. ride a wild horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. ride the luggage rolling trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;72. ride the subway for an entire day aimlessly and discover new places&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. ride the worlds biggest rollercoaster&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. run with the bulls in Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. save someone's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. scream don't marry that person @ a wedding then run out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. scuba dive the Barrier Reef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. shave my head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. shoot a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. sing a duet with my favorite singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. skinny dip @ midnight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Sky Dive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. spend an entire day as a man and see if I can actually get away with it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. stage dive or crowd surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. stall traffic and refuse to move my car and when people ask me why I just say na7asa (cus. i can) !&lt;br /&gt;86. start a revolution &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. start my own business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. start my own clothing line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. stay in an ice hotel&lt;br /&gt;90. study the Kama Sutra and put theory into practice (again with my future husband people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. swim with dolphins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. swim with sharks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. take part in a police car chase&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. tell my parents that I'm pregnant and that I don't know who the father is just to see their reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. travel the world and see the 7 wonders&lt;br /&gt;96. volunteer in a refugee camp&lt;br /&gt;97. watch all the movies that have won Oscars&lt;br /&gt;98. wear the hejab (headscarf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. white river rafting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. write a best seller preferably about the 101 things i did before i died and film it in a documentary :)&lt;br /&gt;101. mail a letter of this list to my future self in 20 years&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;‘ something sucks in the Kingdom..’&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when she will write her first book. Or is this, her book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Blog’s title : &lt;/span&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite post : &lt;/span&gt;ALL OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For a start:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 2006 and December 2006 posts&lt;br /&gt;especially'&lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-having-penis-prerequisite-to-living_13.html"&gt;is having a penis a prerequisite to living in Saudi Arabia?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Country :&lt;/span&gt; Saudi Arabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Language :&lt;/span&gt; English (fortunately..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much Gabriel for this review . I especially enjoyed the party about my deadly thoughts !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few corrections, I moved back to Saudi over 3 years ago and can go our without an escort despite my Gender : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5-&lt;/span&gt; the review above ties perfectly with this point. Our own resident Blog perv , the one and only &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Dotsson&lt;/a&gt; tagged me in his &lt;a href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/2008/03/6-things-you-should-do-before-you-die.html"&gt;“6 Things You Should Do Before You Die"&lt;/a&gt; post because he thinks i should stop asking my readers what they think and start thinking for myself !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an interesting tag, and here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Post these rules before presenting your list.&lt;br /&gt;2. List 6 actions or achievements you think every person should accomplish before turning 18.&lt;br /&gt;3. There are no conditions on what can be included on the list.&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog, choose 6, or less, people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. The tagged peeps write their own blog entry with their 6 suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;6. Leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Well my dear Dotty , i have 101 of them listed above , beat that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag , Mr. Agnon, Mr. Ahmed, Asswipe, eshda3wa, Gabriel and the seeker :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long one Ha......... i feel much better now, thank you very much :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-3939099646767284370?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3939099646767284370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=3939099646767284370' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/3939099646767284370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/3939099646767284370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2008/04/shameless-it-seems-like-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-931929871492318536</id><published>2008-02-15T18:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:26:53.540+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who was briefly back in the picture recently… It’s non other than “The Crush”. For those of you recent readers, &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-bitch-hello-people-i-know-ive_09.html"&gt;“The Crush” &lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t back for long, so his parents who are desperately trying to marry him off were working double time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Crush:&lt;/span&gt; my parents are pressuring me to meet someone and they are trying to introduce me to girls left and right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC: &lt;/span&gt;just tell them that you’re not ready and stand up for urself man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Crush:&lt;/span&gt; I know, I know but they are not listening and i don't want to break their hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK THEIR HEARTS&lt;/span&gt;, dude, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GROW SOME&lt;/span&gt;, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Crush:&lt;/span&gt; Ok, that’s attractive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; Then don't complain if you can’t take the heat and don’t wanna take a stand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Crush: &lt;/span&gt;I know but they are my family and they just want me to at least start talking to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; then tell them that you are interested in someone and maybe they’ll back off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Crush:&lt;/span&gt; Can I tell them about u then? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(using his, annoying voice that he uses when he is trying to act all cute and wants to say something in passing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC: &lt;/span&gt;Don't u dare or even think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Crush:&lt;/span&gt; oh Waw ... No hesitation there !!!&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; 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!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you mention anything to them, I WILL KILL YOU !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Crush:&lt;/span&gt; freaked u out hahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; very much , now seriously don't mention a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY, What is wrong with me ?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before in my previous posts, I am far from being a player and don’t really see much action &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(actually any)&lt;/span&gt; in my life but the idea of committing to someone honestly freaks the hell out of me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere the following about commitment phoebes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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”???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone SHOOT me please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ODASITY &lt;/span&gt;to follow that LAME excuse of a line with an even lamer one “It’s not personal” &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(*handing you the gun)&lt;/span&gt; !.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, shooting me would be too merciful; I should be killed in an extremely miserable and torturous way, any suggestions??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(You have a sadist in the making , how attractive…..I make my parents proud !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I so afraid of the idea, was it him or is it me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t think I’m ready to give up the idea of me to become an us.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the HP and Compaq's merger ring a bell??What’s Compaq some of you might ask, EXACTLY my point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Does my fear of commitment stem from the fear that I will be merged and no longer will be me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will ever meet the man I think is good enough for me or that meets my &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/left-in-middle-beep-beepmake-this.html"&gt;exhaustive and very contradicting list&lt;/a&gt;. The man that will entice me to take the plunge and merge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.” &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For those of you fellow commitment phoebes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;hide?                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For the non-commitment phoebes who get into a relationships with those who are: &lt;/span&gt;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 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-931929871492318536?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/931929871492318536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=931929871492318536' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/931929871492318536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/931929871492318536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-hi-guys-guess-who-was-briefly.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-1629974914973640758</id><published>2008-01-22T16:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:54:22.142+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“I Like You Just The Way You Are”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“YOU”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sex and The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;city,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In a relationship, when does the art of compromise become compromising?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(P.S how cool would that be if it literally happened, Seriously , SERIOUSLY !!!    sorry couldn’t help the Grey’s Anatomy moment :) )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the topic…..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So tell me How far are you willing to go for the person you love??&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  the slightly overweight, clumsy and sometimes embarrassing to be around yet ultimately charming &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bridget Jones&lt;/span&gt; can get the dreamy &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mr. Darcy&lt;/span&gt; to utter the words    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I like you just the way you are."&lt;/span&gt; … I’m sorry, I just won’t settle for anything less!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it….. and yes a theory is coming your way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should approach relationship like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercury&lt;/span&gt;; it has the ability to adapt without losing its composition. So I choose to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mercury gal&lt;/span&gt; !!!                                           &lt;br /&gt;Damn, that sounds like a comic book super heroine in the making…….. copy rights people!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now tell me, How far are you willing to go and compromise for the person you love??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1629974914973640758?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1629974914973640758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=1629974914973640758' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1629974914973640758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1629974914973640758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-like-you-just-way-you-are-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-6887361668978158860</id><published>2007-12-24T17:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:40:59.605+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Holidays :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to wish you all a  Eid Mubarak, a Marry Christmas &amp;amp; a Happy New Year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/saudiandthecity@hotmail.com"&gt;saudiandthecity@hotmail.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c u all soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-6887361668978158860?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6887361668978158860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=6887361668978158860' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/6887361668978158860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/6887361668978158860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays-hi-guys-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-2021489927965405076</id><published>2007-12-10T22:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:08:37.582+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Ahead !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Asswipe&lt;/span&gt;: Hey u , it’s been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC: &lt;/span&gt;I know , what’s new with u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Asswipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nothing much , I was actually talking about BJs, with my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; Oh Really, interesting choice of topic …. And the verdict is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Asswipe:&lt;/span&gt; She is against them but she likes foreplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; isn’t that what foreplay is ?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Asswipe:&lt;/span&gt; That’s a part of it but there are other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC: &lt;/span&gt;and where do u stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Asswipe:&lt;/span&gt; I would never do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; Do you want to get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Asswipe:&lt;/span&gt; I guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC: &lt;/span&gt;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!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Asswipe:&lt;/span&gt; I guess so… but I am ok with the idea of not getting it if it means I won’t have to do it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DC: &lt;/span&gt;fair enough but never say never !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Asswipe:&lt;/span&gt; OH it’s never in this case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially evident in the naming of this act, which I personally find somewhat disturbing but that’s beside the point!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, a girl going down on a guy is called a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Blow Job&lt;/span&gt; while a guy going down on a girl is often referred to as &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Eating Out &lt;/span&gt;… ewwwwww to graphic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That attitude honestly makes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;furious&lt;/span&gt; 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 ???!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;( and NO I’m not generalizing,  I said most not al, ur dealing with a politically correct gal here people )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    When a couple gets married, the female is expected to change the way she behaves a lot more than the male does.&lt;br /&gt;-    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.&lt;br /&gt;-    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 !&lt;br /&gt;-    The female is expected to take care of the house even if both parties work&lt;br /&gt;-    The female is expected to do this , and not do that ………..the list just goes on and on !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here’s a thought, we are all human so don’t expect things from others you aren’t willing to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call on you my upperly and backsidedly inflated daughters of eve to get off ur knees and take a stand, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;literary&lt;/span&gt; and abstain from pleasing those who don’t intend to reciprocate your generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of the cynical yet wise &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I'll go down on him, if that's what I need to do to get him to go down on me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we can’t have a post without a few questions to fuel the curiosity of this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dazed &amp;amp; Confused &lt;/span&gt;gal , can we ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t think so ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ladies first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-    Would you be willing to do the job if required? If yes move to question 2 , if not please elaborate why not.&lt;br /&gt;2-    Do you do it because&lt;br /&gt;      a.    You like to do It&lt;br /&gt;      b.    You just want to please him/her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(u never know !!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      c.    If you don’t give it to him , he will get it elsewhere and that is something you                     won’t risk happening&lt;br /&gt;3-    Would you ask ur significant other to reciprocate if he didn’t offer ?&lt;br /&gt;4-    Would you continue to do him if he refuses to do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gents: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-    Would you ask your gal to give u a BJ if she doesn’t offer to do it herself ?&lt;br /&gt;2-    If your significant other refuses to give u a BJ will you get it elsewhere , and do you consider that cheating &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;( please be honest )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-    Would you be willing to please your gal as well ? if yes move to question 3 , if not please elaborate why not.&lt;br /&gt;4-    Would you offer to do it yourself or only do it if she requests it?&lt;br /&gt;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 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the balance sheet has to balance people , like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OMG &lt;/span&gt;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 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;P.S &lt;/span&gt;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 : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-2021489927965405076?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2021489927965405076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=2021489927965405076' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/2021489927965405076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/2021489927965405076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-ahead-asswipe-hey-u-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-7434087410433292528</id><published>2007-11-26T10:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:18:33.668+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Fart Or Not To Fart, That Is The Question ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are best measured by farting. That is, the stages in a relationship can be defined by the stages of farting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Stage One:&lt;/span&gt; (Conspiracy of silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Stage Tow:&lt;/span&gt; (Fart honeymoon) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Stage Three:&lt;/span&gt; (Critical fork in the fart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisted, disturbing, nauseating yet brilliant lines from the new movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ Love and other Disasters” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Seriously, is burping the new way of saying I like you and farting the new way of saying I love you??!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of my friend &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kuku &lt;/span&gt;who measure intimacy and commitment with the ability of both parties to do their business in front of each other !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kuku:&lt;/span&gt; you should be so comfortable with your significant other to the extent where&lt;br /&gt;         both of you are able to do your business without being embarrassed. It shows&lt;br /&gt;         that both of you are extremely intimate and committed to each other. I don’t&lt;br /&gt;                     think I can marry a guy who isn’t comfortable sharing that with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Wise One:&lt;/span&gt; that is absolutely disgusting.  Some things need to be kept private and&lt;br /&gt;         aren’t meant to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kuku:&lt;/span&gt; your too uptight, I converted Dala3 and I will not rest till I convert you Wise One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Wise One: &lt;/span&gt;Dala3, don’t tell me you subscribe to her lunatic theory now ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dala3:&lt;/span&gt; Not to her extent, but I wouldn’t mind it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Wise One: &lt;/span&gt;You guys aren’t normal, absolutely revolting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;which school of thinking do you subscribe to ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behold the new basis according to yous truly - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dazed &amp;amp; Confused &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;First base:&lt;/span&gt; Farting in front of each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Second Base:&lt;/span&gt; peeing in front of each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Third Base:&lt;/span&gt; crapping in front of each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Home Run: &lt;/span&gt;I don’t wanna go there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet u'll think twice before rushing between basis now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;To fart or not to fart , that is the question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m actually asking, so dish people dish : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-7434087410433292528?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7434087410433292528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=7434087410433292528' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/7434087410433292528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/7434087410433292528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-fart-or-not-to-fart-that-is-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-5573548389618935908</id><published>2007-11-18T13:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:53:16.011+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Virgin, Touched For The Very First Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of Samantha played by Christina Applegate from the new show &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Samantha Who?”&lt;/span&gt;, 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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B****&lt;/span&gt; she supposedly was and re-invent herself as a new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being given this chance, the opportunity to look at the world with new eyes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;, with shades or without ….the sky is the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the opportunity to start over with a clean slate. No inner inhibitions or past experiences to learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the opportunity to live through everything for the first time all over again, like a virgin, touched for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the chance to re-brand yourself whichever way you want ,without costing you a thing and with virtually nothing holding you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the ultimate freedom from the restrictions of society, reality and most importantly from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What would you do, who would you be. Would you do it all over again, or change who you are completely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;p.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; this is a call for Mr. Agnon, come out come out wherever you are, i know ur reading this :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-5573548389618935908?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5573548389618935908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=5573548389618935908' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/5573548389618935908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/5573548389618935908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/like-virgin-touched-for-very-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-3423632834394521643</id><published>2007-10-27T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:58:33.902+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Cracks In Our Foundation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Foundation by Kate Nash Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thursday night, every thing's fine, except you've got that look in your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;you're thinking of something to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Then you'll call me a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and I wont give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and I know that I should let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;And every time we fight I know it's not right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;every time that you're upset and I smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You said I must eat so many lemons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;'cause i am so bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and I must admit that I was a bit scared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;but it gives me thrills to wind you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and I know that I should let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;And every time we fight I know it's not right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;every time that you're upset and I smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You've gone and got sick on my trainers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I only got these yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and I purposely wont turn the heating on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and I know that I should let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;And every time we fight I know it's not right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;every time that you're upset and I smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;And every time we fight I know it's not right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;every time that you're upset and I smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“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”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ann Landers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we make ourselves let go of the person we at a point in time thought of as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The-One?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hold on and can’t get ourselves to delete those old e-mails and text message &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and we go back to them from time to time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; because they remind us of the love we once shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That attachment however, has more to do with us as individuals than with the person we refuse to let go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Is it marriage, children, money or just pure love, where do you draw the line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-3423632834394521643?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3423632834394521643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=3423632834394521643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/3423632834394521643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/3423632834394521643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/cracks-in-our-foundations-foundations_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-5226054351501874912</id><published>2007-10-13T15:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:14:24.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Circle of Life”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaakonaaaaaa Mattata ,  God I love this movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start off this post by wishing you all a Happy and Blessed Eid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(and ya , I can do it for real :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as happy of a time as it was, this happiness didn’t and couldn’t last forever :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we have entered &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEATH SEASON&lt;/span&gt;. 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!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ?!!       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though it would be nice of me to balance things out for u guys :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be more specific, this post is more about how we choose to live and conclude our lives rather than about death itself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend both but that’s the last time I request a genera instead of an actual movie!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first movie was  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“2 weeks”,&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely moved and a bit depressed, I opted to watch another romantic movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“ Griffin &amp;amp; Phoneix”&lt;/span&gt; starring the bubbly Amanda Peet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(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)!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;( 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)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the serious topic on hand,  I did what I always do , I asked my friends and now I’m asking you  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you had the choice to know when you are going to die, would you want to know?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(just to clarify , I don’t mean knowing well in advance, maybe a year or 2 before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, most of the people who opted to find out, of different faiths wanted to know for religious reasons as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Different people choose to live their final days very differently, how would u choose to live yours ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-5226054351501874912?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5226054351501874912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=5226054351501874912' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/5226054351501874912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/5226054351501874912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/circle-of-life-haaaaaakonaaaaaa-mattata.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-3102223228750648600</id><published>2007-09-28T23:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:22:01.397+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OOOOOOOPPPPs , i'm proud to say that i have just lived up to my name &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;/span&gt; cus apparently  this Birthday post is a month too soon :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT , i know no need to point out the obvious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just goes to show how preoccupied my mind is , can i hear an AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, I'm not gonna put it down so might as well celebrate it early and i'll link to it next month :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-3102223228750648600?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3102223228750648600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=3102223228750648600' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/3102223228750648600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/3102223228750648600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/ooooooopppps-i-think-i-just-lived-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-5566894545805695681</id><published>2007-09-28T12:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:22:13.468+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Saudi and The City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can’t believe it has already been a year since my first post &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-tivo-new-stevo-im-lying-on-my-bed.html"&gt;“Is Tivo the new Stevo"&lt;/a&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the love, now only if it wasn’t virtual &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(ok that didn’t sound perverted in my head , I swear....by the moon and the starts and the sky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FOCUS DAMMIT FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that &lt;a href="http://eshda3wa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Agnon&lt;/a&gt;, is gonna fire back with a witty scientific cynical answer and that &lt;a href="http://eshda3wa.blogspot.com/"&gt;eshda3wa&lt;/a&gt; and arabiannight are gonna relate in some way. I know that &lt;a href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dotsson&lt;/a&gt; is gonna manage to turn it into something dirty and that &lt;a href="http://ahmed78.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ahmad&lt;/a&gt; is gonna give me advice on what I should and shouldn’t to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it would be nice to do a little recap of last year, so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Most Loyal Reader with the most comments: &lt;a href="http://latitudinaria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Agnon, Shale of Agnon, the Academic Flop&lt;/a&gt;… DUDE I LOST TRACK&lt;br /&gt;2- Most Perverted Commenter: &lt;a href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Dotsson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Most Controversial &amp;amp; most commented on post: &lt;a href="saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-having-penis-prerequisite-to-living_13.html"&gt;Is Having A Penis A Prerequisite To Living In Saudi Arabia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Most Perverted Post: &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/04/curiosity-killed-cat-dazed-is-back.html"&gt;Curiosity Killed the Cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Most Evil Post: &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-better-or-for-worse.html"&gt;For Better Or For Worse Until…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Cheesiest Post/s: a tie between &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/c-ya-later.html"&gt;C Ya Later &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-good-men-disclaimer-following-post.html"&gt;A Few Good Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Most Referred to post: &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/101-things-to-do-before-i-die-sadly-im.html"&gt;101 Thing To Do Before I Die&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- My Favorite Theory: The One theory from &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/10/perfect-pair-i-was-chatting-with-j.html"&gt;The Perfect Pair &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add to the list and boost my over inflated ready to pop ego :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how I usually end my posts with questions, I don’t see how this post should be any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that your answers will be strictly confidential and will only be viewed by pretty much everyone with internet access :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Where did u find out about Saudi and the city ?&lt;br /&gt;2- Why do u read Saudi and The City?&lt;br /&gt;3- What do u like most about this blog?&lt;br /&gt;4- What do u like least about this blog?&lt;br /&gt;5- What topics would u like me to focus on in the future&lt;br /&gt;5- If you could describe this blog in one word what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;6- Have you recommended this blog to any of your friend , PLEASE DO :)&lt;br /&gt;7- This I leave open to ur comments, questions and marriage proposals ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for tuning in so far, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;*raising my non alcoholic glass* &lt;/span&gt;…To another year of fashion , passion and bashing… to another year of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Saudi and The City &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;p.s&lt;/span&gt; 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 : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-5566894545805695681?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5566894545805695681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=5566894545805695681' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/5566894545805695681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/5566894545805695681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-saudi-and-city-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-3464496503862445667</id><published>2007-08-26T16:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:12:40.263+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Been Kissed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;ANITA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear to God, Jos. When is the last time you went on a real live date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm concentrating on my career right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANITA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you own any colored underwear? Stripes? Anything?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSIE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(embarrassed) Anita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANITA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look. You're way under 30, you're cute, some guys find white Carter's underwear sexy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Josie laughs in spite of herself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The right guy is out there. I'm  just not going to kiss a whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bunch of losers to get to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANITA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah, but sometimes kissing the losers can be a fun diversion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I finally get kissed, I'll know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANITA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay. If you've never kissed a guy, we got bigger problems than the underwear!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've kissed guys. I've just never kissed a guy. Felt that thing--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CYNTHIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? Is that what you kids are calling it these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and cry at the same time because you're so lucky you found it, and so scared that it will all go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;CYNTHIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Damn, girl. You are a writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSIE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like you are living a scene out of a movie ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, unlike Josie, i &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dazed &amp; Confused &lt;/span&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(actually just kiss real or not real)!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAD I know !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you gals and lads who are on the same boat, rest assured that you are not alone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I give out an intimidating vibe or  have a sign on my forhead that says &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“BEWARE, NO ENTRY ZONE”?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 : ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;( and no this isn’t an invitation )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i lean in or out, left or right , do I stop and ask for directions?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I get disappointed and I don’t feel anything, what am I suppose to feel??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless I know , no need to state the obvious !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly , I don’t have any answers to all my questions , so that’s where you my loyal readers come in : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Guys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever been interested in a girl and really wanted to kiss her but never got yourself to do it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt; If yes , Why ?&lt;br /&gt;-Was it because you were too intimidated by her&lt;br /&gt;-You were just too afraid of being rejected&lt;br /&gt;- Something else (Please elaborate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;How do you feel about a girl making the first move and kissing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4- &lt;/span&gt;If you usually go for the kill, do you wait for some queues from the girl first, if yes what type of queues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5- &lt;/span&gt;When do you think is the best time to kiss a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girls ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; What type of queues do you give out when you wanna be kissed cus I think I missed that chapter !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;If your guys never makes the first move, would you initiate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me , I’ve decided that I will no longer dwell  over this kissing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“That Thing” &lt;/span&gt;Josie was talking about. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I can just see Mr. &lt;a href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dotsson’s&lt;/a&gt; eyes rolling at me now !!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve waited this long so I think I’m just gonna wait it out a bit more  till I find my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Thing Man”&lt;/span&gt;… Ok that sound creepy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or till the Hottie from my previous "What If" post comes a long :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-3464496503862445667?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3464496503862445667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=3464496503862445667' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/3464496503862445667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/3464496503862445667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-been-kissed-anita-i-swear-to-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-49396690328816073</id><published>2007-08-15T14:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:21:19.853+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What If ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;moments, What would my life be like if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself asking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;questions all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I had answered the stupid question when the &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/closure-lily-allen-smile-lyrics-when.html"&gt;“The Ass” &lt;/a&gt;my x  gave me the ultimatum 6 years ago “either answer the question or we are threw ” and I opted not to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;while I was saying goodbye to  &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-bitch-hello-people-i-know-ive_09.html"&gt;“The Crush”&lt;/a&gt; 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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 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 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would’ve said yes when &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/closure-lily-allen-smile-lyrics-when.html"&gt;"The Stalker"&lt;/a&gt; proposed, would we have actually gone through with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I explored the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scenario with &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/01/point-of-no-return-i-got-following-sms.html"&gt;"Asswipe"&lt;/a&gt;, would we have ended up as soul mates or would've I lost the man that understands me the most in this life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I had agreed to switch schools in Junior high, would’ve I had the friends I am so blessed to have now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I didn’t hangout with that distracting gal my first semester in college , would’ve I not failed my math exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I majored in something different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn’t settle for my safe job and went after my passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I publish this blog , would anyone actually pay to read it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What If, What If , What If , What If ........?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(I definitely regret what if number 2 , Maaaaaaamemya , hot is an understatement) !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This What if talk reminds me of a very nice Gwyneth Paltrow Movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ Sliding Doors”&lt;/span&gt; , a movie about how simple actions could change our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(movie description taken from Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://wikipedia.org/" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(0,'','','res','1','')"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;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 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you ask your self &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What If" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; , draft out the scenario and then decide whether or not you would have been better off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; checkout this website &lt;a href="http://www.flipflopflyin.com/whatif/"&gt;http://www.flipflopflyin.com/whatif/&lt;/a&gt; . 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 ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-49396690328816073?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/49396690328816073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=49396690328816073' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/49396690328816073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/49396690328816073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-if-have-you-ever-had-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-8721334096611152581</id><published>2007-08-08T00:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:22:31.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economies Of Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Prerequisites to the post: Loveagerial economics 101&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a geeky mood so bare with me guys !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you guys familiar with a reality show called &lt;a href="http://www.lbcgroup.tv/theperfectbride/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The Perfect Bride”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ? 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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHYYYYYYYYY” ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;SERIOUSLY, GIVE ME A BREAK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hear the idiot and painfully boring  yet very hot  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Bassilito&lt;/span&gt; tell his “future wife and the winner of the show” &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Patty&lt;/span&gt; that he loves her one more time , I’m gonna drag his heart out of his ass with a spooooooooooon &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(mental picture anyone)&lt;/span&gt; !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;( damn all the sweet things I remember involve sweets , literally , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;INTERVENTION PEOPLE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;1- Economies of Scale :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparably,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Economies of the heart :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;2- Supply and demand of affection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the supply of affection is relatively limited &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(not to a point where you start seeking alternatives)&lt;/span&gt; and the demand for it is high the value of it increases and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ideally”&lt;/span&gt;, a  balance of affection is needed to sustain a positive value in the love scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally being the key word but who are we kidding ?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my  question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships , if a balance is impossible to achieve ,would you rather be the "net importer" or the "net exporter" in the relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Real life , countries strive for a trade surplus and to become net exporters but in relationships its a whole other ball game .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-8721334096611152581?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8721334096611152581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=8721334096611152581' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/8721334096611152581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/8721334096611152581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/economies-of-love-prerequisites-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-1343262187979803993</id><published>2007-07-28T17:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:24:51.299+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut The Cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I smell cheese, do you smell cheese? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phrase I picked up from “The Crush”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame I know , I just couldn’t help myself  !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be that as it may”, Fear not my readers for this is a fat free dariyless post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my friends were recently approached by suitors who they don’t know anything about (AKA Zawaj salonat , translation living room marriage)&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, none of them said yes and one even refused to meet the dude in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frustrating for real !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !&lt;br /&gt;This is crucial information that can be used for the betterment of all man kind PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be used to prepare our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self Marketing Plan “SMP”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;An SMP:&lt;/span&gt; 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 !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;“I’m the shit”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough, now follow the instructions below and you will have your SMP ready to for execution in no time :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;( bank details available upon request! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Step 1 : Purpose and Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1- &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purpose of the Marketing Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offer brief explanation for why this plan was produced&lt;br /&gt;e.g., land the most eligible bachelor in my town or seduce the fucker who broke&lt;br /&gt;my  best friend’s heart and dump his ass !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2-    Mission of the Marketing Plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draft your mission statement&lt;br /&gt;e.g, to be successful , skinny and hot and married to a yummy eye candy with x&lt;br /&gt;number of children by the age of 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 2 : Situational Analysis &amp; Marketing Research &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;How are we suppose to channel our limited resources where they count if we don’t know where that is???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-    Product Attributes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2-    Target Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Females or Males &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(not my place to judge !)&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;( You never know !!!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3-    Distribution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e.g I’m currently available in city X but frequent city Y and planning on moving to city H &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;( why doesn’t anyone ever say H???? ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will finde me 3 times a week in the gym Bottylesious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( ya right !!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-    Competitors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e.g. All teenage brats who are willing to do whatever the dude wants and still haven’t been visited by the devil called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“GRAVITY” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5-    Financials &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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  !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6-    Environmental Problems and Opportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e.g I live in Saudi Arabia &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;( need I say more !!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7-    SWOT Analysis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Strengths : &lt;/span&gt;I’m loaded &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;( not gonna say in which department !)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Weaknesses:&lt;/span&gt; I’m a hairy Ape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Opportunities:&lt;/span&gt; I just joined a gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Threats:&lt;/span&gt; GRAVITY !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 3 : Marketing Strategy and Objectives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.    Marketing Strategy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Market growth:&lt;/span&gt; I will frequent more parties and more social events and attempt to infiltrate new social circles while maintaining good connections with my existing ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Cost control: &lt;/span&gt;I will utilize me limited resources ( not the hottest , smartest girl on&lt;br /&gt;the block) the best way possible like becoming stylish and working on my&lt;br /&gt;personality !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.    Financial Objectives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will get the job , gal/lad that will make me super rich or happy : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.    Marketing Objectives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the least rejected bloke amongst my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Step 4: Tactical Marketing Programs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;e.g I will become friends with person x who is friends with person Y who is the brother of my McSteamy &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;( yup I’m a McSteamy gal not a McDreamy one  !!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part also has the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;product positioning :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be positioned as an adventures wild gal that’s not the easiest to approach but well worth the effort !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Step 5: Budgeting, Performance Analysis and Implementation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare the marketing budget ,&lt;br /&gt;Stylish wardrobe: $&lt;br /&gt;Regular Manicures and Facials: $&lt;br /&gt;Lipo and plastic surgery: $&lt;br /&gt;Girl Magnet car: $$$&lt;br /&gt;Sence of Humor : Priceless : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go folks , I have equiped you with the tools and knowledge to achieve miracles &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;( can’t stop singing , I believe in miracles……. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think positively and the world is yours for the taking : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1343262187979803993?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1343262187979803993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=1343262187979803993' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1343262187979803993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1343262187979803993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/cut-cheese-i-smell-cheese-do-you-smell.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-2667881137763158182</id><published>2007-07-21T00:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:27:33.405+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C  ya Later ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now , you'd be on a plane leaving ur past behind u and ur future awaiting u.&lt;br /&gt;i wish u didn't have to leave&lt;br /&gt;i wish we had more time&lt;br /&gt;i wish we had said more&lt;br /&gt;i wish we had said goodbye :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !!!&lt;br /&gt;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   !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Big Big Girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: Emilia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                  I'm a big big girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a big big world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not a big big thing if you leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I do do feel that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do do will miss you much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss you much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can see the first leaf falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's all yellow and nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's so very cold outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like the way I'm feeling inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a big big girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a big big world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not a big big thing if you leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I do do feel that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do do will miss you much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss you much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outside it's now raining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And tears are falling from my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why did it have to happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why did it all have to end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a big big girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a big big world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not a big big thing if you leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I do do feel that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do do will miss you much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss you much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have your arms around me ooooh like fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But when I open my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're gone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a big big girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a big big world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not a big big thing if you leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I do do feel that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do do will miss you much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss you much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a big big girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a big big world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not a big big thing if you leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I do feel I will miss you much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss you much...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Girls Don't Cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Fergie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Da Da Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Your probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; To be with myself and center, clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Peace, Serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; That this has nothing to do with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It's personal, Myself and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; But Ive got to get a move on with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Its time to be a big girl now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And big girls don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I must go alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; That this has nothing to do with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It's personal, Myself and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Its time to be a big girl now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And big girls don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Ill be your best friend and you'll be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Yes you can hold my hand if u want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; But its time for me to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Its getting late, dark outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I need to be with myself and center, clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Peace, Serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; That this has nothing to do with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It's personal, Myself and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Its time to be a big girl now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And big girls don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; La Da Da Da Da Da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya later TC :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-2667881137763158182?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2667881137763158182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=2667881137763158182' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/2667881137763158182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/2667881137763158182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/c-ya-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-2386600817225807622</id><published>2007-07-17T14:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:29:45.558+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A few Good Men&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; The following post is cheesy, nauseating and stomach turning, PREPARE you’re puke bags PEOPLE!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mental picture anyone!!!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaa, that’s the one I’m talking about gals, and mamamia what a mental picture it is ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;( can’t stop singing , if you don’t know me by now …you will never ever know me …!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya , ya musicholic as well….. Sue me !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has one of my favorite movie lines of all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Jessep (AKA jack Nicholson) :&lt;/span&gt; You want answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kaffee (AKA Yummy Tommy):&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm entitled to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Jessep: &lt;/span&gt;You want answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kaffee:&lt;/span&gt; I want the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Jessep:&lt;/span&gt; You can't handle the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolutely priceless : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;My boys , this is for you : ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;( a three men and a lady tissue draining moment :P ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring is the first word that comes to mind when I think of you. You are truly a character anyone would look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a gentle, wise, understanding, tolerating, generous and motivating act that’s very tough to follow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I blame you for my “singleness” because everyone around me is always being compared to you! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;( and yes according to my dictionary “singleness” is a word , DC’s personal dictionary a post for another day )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba , I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My best friend ( AKA Asswipe): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special is the first word that comes to mind when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;You are truly a friend I’m ever so blessed to have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping up with my diva like behavior all these years and for always having my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always making feel like the most beautiful girl in the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved your message and I always read it when I’m not feeling so confident :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ even with the mountain of gou your gorgeous in my eyes”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship we have can’t be defined nor labeled because it transcends any boundaries or definitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my brother, sister, lover and friend all rolled into one and I thank god for bringing you into my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asswipe, I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My not so platonic friend ( AKA The Crush): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive is the first word that comes to mind when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A commenter &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(shale of Agnon)&lt;/span&gt; said something that really struck a cord with me last post &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(life is a bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“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"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crush, I thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba, Asswipe and TC ,&lt;br /&gt;I thank you all for being you and for letting me be me.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you all for loving me and for letting me love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I thank you all for letting me love me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;p.s &lt;/span&gt;can I have a tissue now ( told u this was as cheesy as cheesy gets, excuse me while I go kill myself now !!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-2386600817225807622?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2386600817225807622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=2386600817225807622' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/2386600817225807622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/2386600817225807622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-good-men-disclaimer-following-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-9028095004624876004</id><published>2007-07-09T10:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:30:40.682+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Life is a Bitch !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve been distant recently but I had my reasons ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work , exams and wait for it , wait for it , are u waiting? ….. keep waiting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"IN CRUSH"&lt;/span&gt; with someone. !!! yup ur cynical &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;/span&gt; has found someone she is interested in and thinks is interested in her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even meets most of the list I posted in my &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/left-in-middle-beep-beepmake-this.html"&gt;“Left in the middle” &lt;/a&gt;post and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I first met him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;“idiot”&lt;/span&gt; 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 !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;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)!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIPPED &lt;/span&gt;Yall , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black belt&lt;/span&gt;, enough said I think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4- I’m looking for a guy who has faith, a guy that prays 5 times a day, doesn’t drink, gamble or smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- has faith , prays (i hope), doesn’t drink, plays kiddi poker and only smokes shisha which is something I don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;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 :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( the male version of me in that department)&lt;/span&gt; oh and he’s willing to learn Salsa and Meringue ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;6- I’m looking for a stylish guy that loves fashion and is secure enough with his sexuality to flaunt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If Johnny wants to do some shopping he shouldn’t expect Frany to be closed for business!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- still remains a mystery to me but I doubt this dude has had any!!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(mystery solved btw but i won't tell !!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;8-&lt;/span&gt; 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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he’s even done quite a bit of the things in my 101 &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/101-things-to-do-before-i-die-sadly-im.html"&gt;"Things To Do Before I Die"&lt;/a&gt; post, I’m SOOOOO JEALOUS !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one’s that I do know off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Drive in Saudi Arabia &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( ya ya , laim I know but it counts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Exercise on a regular basis &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( RIPPED PEOPLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get stoned &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(not a smoker but has tried it and he recommended it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go camping in the desert and the beach&lt;br /&gt;- Go on a Safari&lt;br /&gt;- Learn how to play baloot, chess and poker &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(I don’t know about chess but he’s good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;   in the other 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ride the subway for an entire day aimlessly and discover new&lt;br /&gt;places&lt;br /&gt;- Sky Dive&lt;br /&gt;- Spend an entire day as a man and see if I can actually get away with it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(couldn’t help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;   myself, it counts too !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Swim with sharks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(he has pics to prove it )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- White river rafting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(not sure if it was white river)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Scuba dive the Barrier Reef &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(certified diver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bungee, para gliding  and the list goes on and on …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect for me wouldn’t u say ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wait for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catch&lt;/span&gt; , wait for it , wait for it…… are u waiting ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s leaving in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; days for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 FREAKING&lt;/span&gt; years and no not to do his undergrad  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(I’m not a pedophile people !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s why none of us are inclined to do anything cus what’s the point really !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(the revenge of the Knows :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is a bitch for real but what’s a girl to do :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly, don’t believe in long distance relationships and I don’t do them. I’m a firm believer in the Arabic saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ be3eed 3an el3een b3eed 3an el 2alb”&lt;/span&gt; translation &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;“ Far from the eyes, far from the heart”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that long distance relationships never work so why would I wanna put myself through that misery?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time these relationships do work is when the couple has a very strong base which me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Crush" &lt;/span&gt;don’t have. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think this chapter is just gonna have to come to an end and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“What If”&lt;/span&gt; will never materialize to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Was” &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Will Be”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I hear an ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!! : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i forgot to add a funny fact , i was calling Mr. Stalker from the &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/closure-lily-allen-smile-lyrics-when.html"&gt;"Closure part 1" &lt;/a&gt;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 !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-9028095004624876004?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/9028095004624876004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=9028095004624876004' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/9028095004624876004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/9028095004624876004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-bitch-hello-people-i-know-ive_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-2472250141668085944</id><published>2007-07-01T18:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:31:44.420+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK OFF! I’m IMSing and it’s bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BE AFRAID ….BE VERY AFRAID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God have mercy on the souls of the people around me cus this is gonna be BAD &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(can’t stop singing … you know I’m bad , I’m bad , u know it ….. can I hear a Heeeeehe :P ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, please God make me McSkinny and McSexy and send McHotti my way while your at it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s that time of the month again !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure that’s what going on in ur mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I were to tell you that this could be the words of guy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMSing&lt;/span&gt; …… Yes people , it’s True Males PMS too and it’s called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(irritable male syndrome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started noticing more guys with these symptoms so I did what I always do “I LOOKED IT UP” ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to find out that males too PMS , actually IMS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Irritable Male Syndrome:&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( Male menopause a topic for another day !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;What are the symptom of IMS ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Do all men get IMS at some point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gals , the next time you see a guy lashing at you for no particular reason , give him a break , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK OFF&lt;/span&gt; cus he just might be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IMSing &lt;/span&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, welcome to the club !!!! :P NYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S guys follow the following link &lt;a href="http://theirreitablemale.com/quiz.htm"&gt;http://theirreitablemale.com/quiz.htm&lt;/a&gt;to take the IMS quiz, u never know , u might just have it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-2472250141668085944?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2472250141668085944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=2472250141668085944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/2472250141668085944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/2472250141668085944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-off-im-imsing-and-its-bad-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-1543761314613568164</id><published>2007-06-12T09:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:33:10.027+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Thrill of the Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that feeling of just meeting someone your interested in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(I can see the smiles on your faces already, no denying that ☺ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start playing the Tom &amp; Jerry game with each other, and each player’s role in the game &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Chaser or Chasse)&lt;/span&gt; is defined from the get go.&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, guys usually do most of the chasing and girls are on the other spectrum of the equation (I emphasize the “generally” here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game as is the case with most games is very thrilling, that’s why they call it the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;“Thrill of the Chase” &lt;/span&gt;after all.&lt;br /&gt;Something to spice up the relationship perusal and add a bit of zest into it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(game night anyone ?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both parties enjoy the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;“Thrill of the Chase”&lt;/span&gt; regardless of what anyone says.&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( 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  ☺ !!!! )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FULL STOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want them to leave you alone, they peruse you more vigorously, when you want them to be around, they float away!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1-  &lt;/span&gt;They are all about the chase and that’s what they find exciting. So when they get&lt;br /&gt;   what they want the game ends to them, they won and it’s no longer fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Just like a  Nintendo game, they would keep playing it and playing it ,day and night&lt;br /&gt;   obsessing over it till they finish the game . After they finish the game, it looses its&lt;br /&gt;   excitement factor and they move on to a “better” more challenging game to&lt;br /&gt;   re-explore, and the cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt; The game take way too long, it’s too difficult for them and they aren’t sure that they&lt;br /&gt;  have what it takes to finish it. Or maybe they don’t believe that the end result is&lt;br /&gt;  worth all this hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;Once they do get to the end result they don’t really like what they see. The finish&lt;br /&gt;   line was so hyped up in their minds that they get disappointed once they reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;“Thrill of the Chase”&lt;/span&gt; game a bit of thought and I came up with the following theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it come to relationships and dating, girls deploy the shopping mechanism while guys apply the Soccer or Football mechanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to elaborate ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Shopping Mechanism:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Soccer /Football Mechanism: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tend to approach everything as a football game including relationships.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1- &lt;/span&gt;Toss it away because they aren’t ready or are too chicken shit to follow through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;Some try to score but are totally off because they aren’t focused enough, or don’t&lt;br /&gt;  put enough thought and energy into it and end up loosing the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt; Some rare skilled players follow through and take advantage of the ball. They make&lt;br /&gt;  the best of the situation and score their glorious goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, most guys are all about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;“The Thrill of the Chase”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1543761314613568164?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1543761314613568164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=1543761314613568164' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1543761314613568164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1543761314613568164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/06/thrill-of-chase-do-you-remember-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-7011364539063403153</id><published>2007-05-23T15:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:34:35.304+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3arabja Anonymous® (3.A.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Because the people around us have ears, eyes and upset stomachs !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“3arbaji”&lt;/span&gt;: singular of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“3arabja”&lt;/span&gt;, a person that lacks etiquette and has no manners or common courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3arabja Anonymous®&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 3arabjanism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rabjanisim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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 !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What are the symptoms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all 3arabjas have the same symptoms, but&lt;br /&gt;many at different stages in the illness  show some but not limited to  these signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Farting in public&lt;br /&gt;- Burping in public&lt;br /&gt;-    Burping in public then saying excuse me &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;( it still doesn’t forgive the nasty act)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;-    Picking your ears with your pinky with the extremely long nail!!!&lt;br /&gt;-    Picking your teeth in public&lt;br /&gt;-    Sneezing or coughing without covering your nose&lt;br /&gt;-    Playing with your feet or toes&lt;br /&gt;-    Chewing food with your mouth full&lt;br /&gt;-    Speaking or laughing with your mouth full&lt;br /&gt;-    Making disgusting noises when you eat or drink&lt;br /&gt;-    Licking your fingers when your done eating&lt;br /&gt;-    Chewing gum with your mouth full&lt;br /&gt;-    Making noises with your gum and playing with it !&lt;br /&gt;-    Walking with your Thobe “ traditional attire” in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;-    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 !&lt;br /&gt;-    Wearing the hat under the shema3’”head scarf” alone or with the 3egal “ round black thing to hold the head scarf down”&lt;br /&gt;-    Wearing the Shema3’ or 7a66a without the 3egal&lt;br /&gt;-    Dancing like an idiot on traffic lights&lt;br /&gt;-    Turning right from the extreme left lane&lt;br /&gt;-    Cranking up your 3arbaji music in the car&lt;br /&gt;-    Sitting with your feet barefoot up next to the window&lt;br /&gt;-    Eating fis fis or Bezer “ some sort of nuts” in public and spitting the shell&lt;br /&gt;-    Throwing things on the street or from your window&lt;br /&gt;-    Scratching or touching yourself in public&lt;br /&gt;-    Making the snorting 7’’7’’ sound in the bathroom !!!&lt;br /&gt;-    Throwing tissues in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;-    Calling a female 7orma, Marra , Bitch , Whore or piece of ass !&lt;br /&gt;-    Taking off your shoes when you have smelly feet or dirty socks on&lt;br /&gt;-    Pushing people around without apologizing&lt;br /&gt;-    Cutting the line in a queue&lt;br /&gt;-    Taking someone’s chair when they get up&lt;br /&gt;-    Snapping your fingers to call someone&lt;br /&gt;-    Leaving your cell phone ringer on in meetings, lectures, movie theaters and in the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-    A swear word is syllabus as far as your concerned!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How does 3.A. help the 3arabja? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;encouraged to stay away from other 3arabja during the treatment duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have to go through the  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Twelve Steps” &lt;/span&gt;to recovery program.&lt;br /&gt;These Steps suggest ideas and actions that can guide 3arabja toward happy and socially acceptable behavior and lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Twelve Steps of 3arabja Anonymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We admitted we were powerless over 3arbaja—that our lives had become classless&lt;br /&gt;2. Came to believe that a Power and guidance classier  than ourselves could restore us to class.&lt;br /&gt;3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the hands of the professionals&lt;br /&gt;4. Made a searching and fearless moral Inventory of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;5. Admitted to to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;6. Were entirely ready to have teachers and guiders remove all these defects of character and instill some etiquette in us&lt;br /&gt;7. Humbly asked Him/her to remove our short- comings and teach us new tricks&lt;br /&gt;8. Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(that could take a while we know !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(ya don’t know how that works )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sought through etiquette lessons to improve our conscious contact with other people and with ourselves&lt;br /&gt;12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this&lt;br /&gt;message to 3arabjas, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a family member or a loved one that is suffering from this dreadful deseas  don't hesitate to call us @ &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1-800-3arabja-anonymous . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;p.s. 3.A is now accepting sponsors and volunteers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-7011364539063403153?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7011364539063403153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=7011364539063403153' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/7011364539063403153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/7011364539063403153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/05/3arabja-anonymous-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-5341124625784321381</id><published>2007-05-16T21:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:25:47.732+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fashion Forward ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just realized that this blog is missing some posts about fashion !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What city would it be without fashion ??so I’m listing the top trends of this season, enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pizzazz &lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing Trends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-    Mirror Shiny&lt;br /&gt;2-    Sequence&lt;br /&gt;3-    Bold Colors&lt;br /&gt;4-    Girly with a twist of naughty ;)&lt;br /&gt;5-    High-Waisted Pants&lt;br /&gt;6-    Eyelet Dresses ( The Material that has wholes in flowery shapes)&lt;br /&gt;7-    Shoulder-Baring Tops&lt;br /&gt;8-    Jumper Dresses&lt;br /&gt;9-    Mod Minidresses&lt;br /&gt;10-    Vests, suspenders and short cropped jackets&lt;br /&gt;11-    A touch of Jungle&lt;br /&gt;12-    Florals, strips and bold prints&lt;br /&gt;13-    Black &amp; White&lt;br /&gt;14-    Shorts (hot shorts, skinny long shorts, wide leg shorts, they are in with all their&lt;br /&gt;shapes and lengths). A pair of white shorts are a must if you can pull them off!&lt;br /&gt;15-    Leggings are still in but in patterns and bold colors&lt;br /&gt;16-    Bows  &amp;amp; Ruffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1-    Unfortunately skinny jeans are still in (unfortunately cus 99% of the people can’t&lt;br /&gt;pull them off!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2-    Colored Jeans ( green , red , pink ……go crazy )&lt;br /&gt;3-    Wide leg jeans&lt;br /&gt;4-    White Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accessories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-    White sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;2-    A touch of Transparent ( bangles , belts , bags and shoes)&lt;br /&gt;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 ☺&lt;br /&gt;4-    Bold silver and gold jewelry&lt;br /&gt;5-    Stacked Bangles&lt;br /&gt;6-    The elastic metal bracelets we used to wear a few dozen off  a decade ago are back&lt;br /&gt;YaaaaaaaaY  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-    Peep toe flats&lt;br /&gt;2-    Metallic flats&lt;br /&gt;3- Jellies ( yes i'm serious!! )&lt;br /&gt;4- Transparent&lt;br /&gt;5- Shunky and wedge heels&lt;br /&gt;6-    Pantent , patent and more patent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-    Did I mention patent :P&lt;br /&gt;2-    White Bags with a hint of gold&lt;br /&gt;3-    Bold colors&lt;br /&gt;4-    The Bigger the Better but clutches and hand held bags are in as well&lt;br /&gt;5-    Metallics (preferably Silver&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy V. shopping everyone :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(click on the pics to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktPe0nY5GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6vTp9qrnHIY/s1600-h/Blue+Fever.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mellow Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktQzEnY5HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6_ghQHxTac4/s1600-h/Mellow+Yellow.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gold Digger $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktSVEnY5II/AAAAAAAAADE/Mi7iWTAv2bQ/s1600-h/Gold+Digger.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silver Lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktT40nY5JI/AAAAAAAAADM/EShDbYItuE4/s1600-h/Mirror+Image.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Don't Matter If You're Black &amp; White...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktVi0nY5LI/AAAAAAAAADc/PM3rxP85u0o/s1600-h/Black+or+White.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady In Red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty In Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktaeEnY5PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OtIjp1CMy7A/s1600-h/Candy+land2.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sugar &amp; Spice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktbZknY5QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/06t2kGB55wA/s1600-h/Sugar+%26+Spice.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Born To Be Wiiiiiild !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktcdUnY5RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VB4MUWCE_xo/s1600-h/Jungle+Fever.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys , sorry for the girly post but this is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Saudi and the City&lt;/span&gt; after all ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-5341124625784321381?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5341124625784321381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=5341124625784321381' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/5341124625784321381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/5341124625784321381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/05/fashion-forward-ive-just-realized-that_3629.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/RktPe0nY5GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6vTp9qrnHIY/s72-c/Blue+Fever.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-1420827454337380323</id><published>2007-05-05T12:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:36:53.511+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Better or For Worse.... Until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(can I hear an ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that wasn’t the case, you have the career the spouse but God forbid a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“CHILD FROM HELL”&lt;/span&gt; , what would you do ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my kid is a but ugly ,nasty boring kid, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELIVE ME&lt;/span&gt; I’m gonna know. I’m not blind after all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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???&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, punching them in the face and saying don’t mock me u prick or what are you blind isn’t really an option.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as psychodelic and superficial as the following question is gonna sound , I want you guys to humor me and answer it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;IF your kid was boring, nasty and ugly. Do u think you would still love him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1420827454337380323?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1420827454337380323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=1420827454337380323' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1420827454337380323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1420827454337380323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-better-or-for-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-1400854686802905338</id><published>2007-04-27T03:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:38:02.842+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity Killed The Cat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dazed &lt;/span&gt;is back , &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Confused &lt;/span&gt;as ever but back to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;city &lt;/span&gt;never the less :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; The following post is twisted and contains some potentially damaging material and is only intended for my equally twisted minded readers. Continue with caution !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re our own little Carrie a friend once told me. With all your men, questions and love for shoes and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I’m writing this while watching the queen herself in action.&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity killed the cat after all! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Where did this phrase come from???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or do u find females far more curious than males are????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; “If women were allowed to marry more than one man would u be a polygamist?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(for my non Muslim reader , look the reasons up or just ask me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why is it that when the tables were turned, I pictured myself actually doing it ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we females just hypocrites that condemn men for their choices just because we don’t have the same options?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ….. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yummy Yummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;Who will be responsible for paying the household bills?&lt;br /&gt;Can I handle more than one man, considering that men’s sex drives far outweigh that of women, how over sexed will I be???????&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Do polygamists ever have threesomes??? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(This one in particular I’m really curious about?? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that u guys know how my twisted mind works, I’m curious to know what you guys (males and females) think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The following questions are for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;female &lt;/span&gt;readers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt;    Would u marry more than one man if u had the choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;   If Yes, why and if No , why not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt;    If u fell in love with someone else while u were married would u divorce ur current&lt;br /&gt;hubby and marry the second dude or would u keep both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4- &lt;/span&gt;   would u come clean and confess to ur current hubby if you married someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The following questions are for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt; readers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt;    If your wife married someone else while she was still married to you would you&lt;br /&gt;stay with her or divorce her? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(apply this scenario if u had kids or didn’t )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2-  &lt;/span&gt;  Would you consider marrying a married woman and being the 2nd, 3rd or 4th&lt;br /&gt;husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;   If Yes, why and in No, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4-  &lt;/span&gt;  Would u be the provider of the house and to your wife if you weren’t the only `&lt;br /&gt;husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( refer to the comment section for my answers ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU GUYS THIS POST IS TWISTED !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S “Curiosity killed the cat” – I looked it up and got the following:&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1400854686802905338?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1400854686802905338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=1400854686802905338' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1400854686802905338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1400854686802905338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/04/curiosity-killed-cat-dazed-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-569248927568309941</id><published>2007-03-25T13:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:39:08.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Wonder Years"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are too young to remember this awesome show or have never seen it, it's a great show about growing up.&lt;br /&gt;i remember having a huge crush on  the lead character Kevin&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Fred Savage)&lt;/span&gt; back then.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder whatever happend to him?????&lt;br /&gt;The last i rememver he was in one of th Austin Powers movies. Rememer the dude with the mole, yup that's him .&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ( Shagadelek baby :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago i went out for dinner with a few of my girlfriends. I was feeling a bit down so i decided to doll up a little in an attempt to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolutely pointless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might as well have walked  out of my house with pig tails and my PJs on, cus i still looked average and unnoticeable compared to all the teenage girls strutting their stuff, with full makeup on , flashy 3abayas &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(what females wear over their clothes in Saudi )&lt;/span&gt; heels, and overly exposed and &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ridiculously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  expensive designer bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it just me , or did teenage girls nowadays bypass the so called wonder or better yet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awkward &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;years"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously , when i was in middle and high school , i looked like crap but i didn't feel that bad since everyone my age around me looked like crap as well . So we all pretty much craped together !!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( grose , my apologies )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, their were some expetions but we chose to believe that those girls were either aliens or had really shitty personalities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Nowadays the story of the ugly duckling that turns into the swan doesn't apply at all. it seems that all girls are born swans !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad , who am i to judge. All i know is that these girls are missing out on a part of their lives that they can never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are they in such a hurry to grow up, why don't they embrace their age??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't allowed to do my eyebrows till 11th grade and i didn't start to wear makeup till i graduated from University&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ( ok , i know i'm a late boomer which would explain my limited skills !!!!)&lt;/span&gt; but at least i got to experience my teenagehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years when i didn't really care what i looked like and how many calories were in that burger. The years when i was able to get dressed and leave the house in 5 min , the years when  putting makeup meant lipgloss and and dressing up actually meant something .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is a time and place for everything. Unfortunately, life doesn't work with  a remote control where we can rewind and re live  what we have missed out on!&lt;br /&gt;so all i'm saying to the younger girls who might be reading this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Slow down , live ur age and enjoy your life. Growing up is inevitable so try to make the best of what u have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-569248927568309941?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/569248927568309941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=569248927568309941' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/569248927568309941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/569248927568309941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/03/wonder-years-for-those-of-you-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-8514264313012219505</id><published>2007-03-18T13:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:41:44.081+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/8/1330705/saudiandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In keeping with the theme of my last post , I'm gonna tell u a story, a love story to be more precise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in a far away land , there was a girl and boy who loved each other very much despite, all of their differences and the disapproving eyes of the people around them.&lt;br /&gt;They were determined to be together in this lifetime or the next. Hopeless and disappointed, the couple decided to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a dark gloomy night , they went up the mountain to the spot they first confessed their love for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; "We shall end this where it first began"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the boy weeped .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a count of three , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;1 , 2, 3...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the boy jumped with no hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lover on the other hand, took a deep breath and said her prayer. As she was preparing her self to jump,  she looked down the cliff and saw the body of her lover lying lifeless and all beat up. All sorts of images started to flash in her head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;" i don't wanna die"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she thought , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"nothing is worth this shit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back to the village, betraying the man she once claimed to love. When the men of the village heard the story , they came together and concluded the the female kind is a kind that shouldn't be trusted ,and from then on  the females had to be the one's to start and do everything first .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this is the origin on the saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;" Ladies First"&lt;/span&gt; aint nothing gentlemanly about it girls. It's a gesture of mistrust rather than a gesture of appreciation for our species !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story got me thinking about relationships , men and the etiquettes of courting. Some guys prefer to be asked out by girls while others are more traditional and would still like to do the asking themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who belong to group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"a"&lt;/span&gt;, who are fans of being asked out by girls and  would rather have them  make the first move , is it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;a- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Due to a fear of rejection and the lack of trust in females and the signals they give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;b- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Due to the power trip you think it gives  you as males , ur more into me than i am into u ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;c-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It takes a very confident and gutsy girl to ask a guy out and you find that extremely sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;d-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;(please clarify)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who belong to group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"b"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, who are hunters by nature and aren't willing to step down and pass their spheres anytime soon, is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;a-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You love the thrill of the chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;b-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You find girls who do the asking , easy and not worth considering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;c-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  You are intimidated by overly strong and confident females who do the asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;d-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;(please clarify)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ask you this, my testosterone consumed readers , do you prefer to be the cat or the mouse in the chase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;b- Due to the power trip you think it gives  you as males , ur more into me than i am into u ..\u003cbr\&gt;c- It takes a very confident and gutsy girl to ask a guy out and you find that extremely sexy\u003cbr\&gt;d- Other (please clarify)\n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;For those of you who belong to group &amp;quot;b&amp;quot;, who are hunters by nature and aren&amp;#39;t willing to step down and pass their spheres anytime soon, is it:\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;a- You love the thrill of the chase\u003cbr\&gt;b- You find girls who do the asking , easy and not worth considering\n\u003cbr\&gt;c-  You are intimidated by overly strong and confident females who do the asking\u003cbr\&gt;d- Other (please clarify)\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;I ask you this, my testosterone consumed readers , do you prefer to be the cat or the mouse in their never ending chase?\n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\n",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-8514264313012219505?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8514264313012219505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=8514264313012219505' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/8514264313012219505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/8514264313012219505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/03/ladies-first-in-keeping-with-theme-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-4050677993994891233</id><published>2007-03-03T15:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:07:00.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Once upon a time….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best feelings of all is the feeling of being pleasantly surprised, Like when your favorite song comes on the radio, or when you wake up and realize that you still have another hour to sleep, or when you go to pay at the cash and discover that the item is on sale or when you are forced to sit and watch a movie with a bunch of friends and it turns out to be a great one. This surly was the case last night when I was forced to watch &lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Stranger than fiction&lt;span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Stranger than Fiction" is a Will Ferrell movie so some of you might understand why I was reluctant to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;No offence to all his fans, he’s a good comedian in general and I can’t deny that the &lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt; we’re going streaking&lt;span&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;clip was absolutely hilarious, but I’m not really into big, look at me, hahaha I’m a funny man type of comedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I gotta give the dude props for his performance in this movie. He was able to stand proud and tall amongst the great Emma Thompson and Dustin Hoffman with his impressive and believable performance as an average IRS agent who out of the blue begins to hear a female voice narrating his life, and when the voice declares that he is facing imminent death, realizes he must find out who is writing his story and persuade her to change the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie really got me thinking, what if it were my life that was being narrated, what type of a storey would my life be?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be a thriller, comedy, dark comedy, drama, romance, thriller a mix of a few?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Would another person see my life the way I do. Do I really know what type of a story I lead????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( deep I know :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, Different people could narrate a simple act of a girl running her fingers through her hair completely differently.  While one would say &lt;span&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;as she was stroking her long silky hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;another would describe it as &lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;she was struggling to untangle the bushy nest some might call hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person could describe a somewhat heavy lady walking down the street as &lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;she was gliding through the streets one leg in front of the other while gently swinging her curvaceous body like a beautiful wave skimming the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;while someone else describes it as &lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;she was jiggling her bubbly fat ass across the streets shaking everything around her like an earthquake destructing anything that gets in her way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; Scary thought but you get my drift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’d like you all to really think of your lives. Really truly madly deeply think of it &lt;span&gt;( and yes I’m aware that this is a Savage Garden song , did u guys know that Darren came out of the closet , WHY, OOOOOOH WHY did he have to do that!!!!!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to the topic in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you had to Narrate your life and look at it from an outsider’s perspective, What type of a movie do you think you would depict your life as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-4050677993994891233?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4050677993994891233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=4050677993994891233' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/4050677993994891233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/4050677993994891233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/03/once-upon-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-8549992588236709228</id><published>2007-02-21T15:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T16:04:22.057+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back To The Future… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Such a great movie and classic in my book, I can’t count the times I've used the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“NOBODY CALLLS ME CHICKEN”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; line before :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; If you haven’t watched it yet, pick up the trilogy today at a store near you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(no I’m not paid to do this, u cynical bunch you!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Part 1 was great, part 2 was even better while part 3 sucked big time just like part 3 of the Godfather trilogy. What’s up with the curse of the 3?! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I just hope Pirates of the Caribbean’s 3rd installment doesn’t fall into this category &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping for office supplies today and I didn’t notice that I had forgotten to take my cell phone with me until I was done and wanted to call my driver to pick me up from the front gate. I went outside and started looking for him or the car with no luck, I started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PANICKING&lt;/span&gt;, what am I gonna do, how am I going to find my driver to go home!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I can’t drive myself home and it’s not very acceptable for me to get into a cab and go home &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ose of you who aren’t brought up here won’t understand this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood outside hoping to get a glimpse of my driver to a point where it was no longer comfortable to do so! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I’m sure all of you girls can relate, u stand unaccompanied for five minutes and all hell breaks loose and you can’t escape the praying eyes of the guys around you with the look of fresh meat in their eyes!!! &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The solution was easy, borrow a cell phone and call my driver. The problem was that I didn’t know the dude’s number by heart. I used to be able to remember numbers but once I started using my cell phone I stopped remembering any numbers, it took me a while just to remember mine. No beggi, I’ll just call my house and have them contact the driver. To my luck, I couldn’t find a single girl to borrow a phone from. I went during a time where the only one’s there were drivers running errands and university guys getting their supplies and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna stop some random guy and dial my house number from his phone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(for the non Arab crowd, that would be a No No, a girl can’t just walk up to a guy and use his phone. If he has access to your number he most probably won’t stop calling you night and day and will manage to dig up ever single detail about you …… such a hassle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, I went back to one of the stores and asked to use their phone, I called my house and had them call the driver to pick me up from the front gate. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking that this post is about women rights, driving and how hard life is here in Saudi Arabia, sorry to disappoint some of you but it’s not, that is a topic I will leave for another time and day. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident got me thinking about how our gadgets changed the way we live. What did we do before we had cell phones, and other toys that improve our quality of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it wasn’t that big of a deal and no harm was done because my driver had a cell phone and I was able to reach him, but what would I have done had this happened before cell phones were in our reach. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I can’t seem to remember what we used to do before. I wasn’t a spoiled child that had a cell phone when I was in school like the kids of today who get a cell phone as soon as they are old enough to say hello!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What did we do, how did we manage to find our drivers when they didn’t have cell phones and pagers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What did we used to do before we had msn messenger or even e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;How were we able to download music using dial up while I’m complaining now about 512 DSL and broadband connections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;How did we manage to do school work without google search and Wikipedia ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;How did we swap large files before external hard drives and USB flash memory sticks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;How did we listen to music before mp3 players came into the picture, did we have to carry 100 cds with us?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(I think I used to do that)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we used to do before sms messages? &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we used to watch before satellite dishes, cable and access to series all over the world? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Saudi channel 1 and 2 anyone :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;How did we have access to money before we had Debit cards and ATM machines?? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I remember that I used to carry all my money in my wallet when I was a kid just incase I had an impulse purchase and my parents weren’t around. Not that I really had that much money as a kid but imagine what would have happened to me had lost my wallet then!!! &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How did we manage, how did we live, were we happy?????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My generation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;(people born in the late 70s and early to mid 80s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; have lived this transition. We experienced not having cell phones ,cables, satellite dishes, e-mail , internet or sms messages and we managed just fine and I think we were happy at least, I was if my memory serves me right but I just can’t go back and remember how i survived back then can any of you ??????&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-8549992588236709228?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8549992588236709228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=8549992588236709228' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/8549992588236709228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/8549992588236709228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-future-such-great-movie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-6961089780989630759</id><published>2007-02-11T23:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:04:36.497+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pick me up before you go go .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Start off , i wanna wish u all a happy belated V day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope those of you who got to celebrate this cheesy and overly commercialized holiday had a blast. Now for the rest of us , maybe the following post will help u learn a thing or two and land you a date next year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;( As If!!!!.......... a clueless moment, sorry couldn't resist :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've all dropped or got a pickup line @ some point in your life but i guarantee non compared to the one i received on myspace account a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sherlock Holmes was an idiot and Robert Watt was a fool. One was a detective, the other invented radar. But neither of them ever discovered you. I'm a genius!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHH NO HE DIDN'T !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY ...SERIOUSLY...SERIOUSLY !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;( ya ya, i know , here goes Grey's Anatomy again, sorry but i couldn't resist this one either :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see if you guys can top that , everyone that's reading this, has to list the cheesiest most nauseating , lame and sorry ass line they ever layed on or got layed on by someone, preferably both if applicable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who've never shamelessly attempted to pick up a gal/lad with a line..... go ahead , get educated and attempt to use on of the following ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take an ice cube to the bar, smash it, and say, "Now that I've broken the ice, will you go out with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Use index finger to call someone over then say) I made you come with one finger, imagine what I could do with my whole hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God must have been in a very good mood when he created you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help the homeless. Take me home with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hi. Are you legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hi. You'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[As s/he is leaving] Hey aren't you forgetting something? S/he: What? Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did it hurt? S/he: Did what hurt? When you fell out of heaven? (most used line ever!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Excuse me, but I think I dropped something!!! MY JAW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I play the field, and it looks like I just hit a home run with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry, were you talking to me? (No.) Well then, please start.... ( this would probably get me laughing )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was you father an alien? Because there's nothing else like you on Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your daddy must have been a baker, because you've got a nice set of buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Is your dad a terrorists? Because you are the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Look at her shirt label.] When they say, "What are you doing?" You respond: "Yep! Made in heaven!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your name must be Mickey because your so fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Are you religious? Cause you are the answers to all my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Excuse me, do you have any raisins? How about a date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[stand next to the target] Hey do you think you could ask this person to give me his/her name and number? (Depends on who it is) Okay but keep it quiet because s/he is standing right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, here I am. What were your other two wishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I believe that it was Socrates who opined, "Know thyself." Whelp, I already know myself, how about I get to know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hey, where did your smile go? (Check back pocket) Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hello, I'm doing a survey of what people think are the cheesiest pickup lines. So, do you pick 'Do you come here often?', 'What's your sign?', or 'Hello, I'm doing a survey of what people think are the cheesiest pickup lines.'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Are we related? Do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hi, I just wanted to give you the satisfaction of turning me down; go ahead say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Your name is Laura, huh? Can I call you Laura? Really, what time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey baby... you got any diseases? Want some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd call this puppy love but I'm not into all those new positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm feeling a little off today. Would you like to turn me on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have the time? [Gives the time] No, the time to write down my number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You owe me a drink! (Why?) Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know how they say guys are full of shit, well that may be true, but I just got my colon cleaned today. (hehehehehhehehehehehehheeheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's take a shower together -- you smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Nice to meet you, I'm (your name) and you are...gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Were you arrested earlier? It's gotta be illegal to look that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You're ugly but you intrigue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not the best looking guy/gal here but i'm the only one talking to you.... (ouch !!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Guy: Sorry, but you owe me a drink. Girl: Why? Guy: I looked at you and dropped mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Do you like pool, cause I've got the balls if you've got the rack. (or vice versa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight or should i walk by again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You need $20 and a friend. Give friend the $20. Walk up to target. Friend says, "You're right. Those are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen." Hands you the $20 and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have a twin sister? Then you must be the most beautiful girl in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Way to go God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You make my software turn to hardware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To a girl with braces, and if you have them as well: "Hey, wanna hook up sometime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Do you work for UPS? I could have sworn I saw you checking out my package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be unique and different, say yes. ( i think this could work on me !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm easy. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So....How am I doin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Do you have a boyfriend? (Yes) Do you mess around? (No) Would you hold still while I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I bet you \$20 you're gonna turn me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Rejection can lead to emotional stress for both parties involved and emotional stress can lead to physical complications such as headaches, ulcers, cancerous tumors, and even death! So for my health and yours, JUST SAY YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm not a flinstone, but i can make your bed rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hi, my name is ..., I just noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to give you notice that I noticed you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;happy line...ing everyone :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-6961089780989630759?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6961089780989630759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=6961089780989630759' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/6961089780989630759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/6961089780989630759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/02/pick-me-up-before-you-go-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-1469862358551764882</id><published>2007-02-01T23:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T19:44:33.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Liar Liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom used to say when i was a kid that God writes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on our foreheads when we lie, and that only mothers could read this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, i actually believed her for a while, like i believed that girls would grow mustaches if they drink tea or coffee when they are young and that every piece of rice that u leave behind in your plate will come back and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; you on judgment day !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;(Mental picture anyone :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:mon;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i know i was a SAD SAD stupid child so no need to state the obvious !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, this post isn't about me lying. I think we've all established from my previous posts what a crappy liar i am. Remember the escalator incident in my &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-raining-men-common-girls-sing-it.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's Raining Men"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  post!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This post is about the compulsive liars :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with a few of my girlfriends and a friend of theirs who I'm not really fond off but don't mind hanging out with from time if need be.&lt;br /&gt;I think the girl was high on something because she was flirting with some losers around us, something I'm personally not comfortable with at all mainly, because guys here are usually psycho horny freaks !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhow, the girl greets them as we walk by and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;surprise surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; they start following us around. They started getting closer and closer to a point where my friends and i got really agitated and we left the girl with them and ran as far away from her as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey...&lt;/span&gt; if she wants to flirt around with a  bunch of  sad kids that's fine , it's her prerogative just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave us out of it !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she later told us what happened with the guys and how she gave them a fake name , location, age......... etc. She basically faked every single thing about her except the fact that she is a desperate gal looking for trouble !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i wasn't surprised she did. It's very common for people in this region , girls specifically  to lie about who they are when they meet people of the opposite sex ,cus God forbid they know who they really are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Al3AAAAAAAAR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever noticed that all the girls are named Lulwa or better yet Alanoud if they are talking to a hard core Saudi and Sara, Jana or Yasmeen if they aren't. What happened to the Muneera's , Fatma's and  Mashaaels of the world ???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys on the other hand are either Khalid or Faisal. You'll occasionally get a  Mohammed every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Give me a break !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The age is a whole different ball game. If a girl asks a guy about his age or the other way around the person being asked won't answer till the asking party says his/her age first so he/she can adjust his/her real age down not to look like a sorry ass pervert and upwards if he/she is a kid that wants to get a chance with the hot older guy/gal........either or , but the chances of him/her disclosing his/her real age is slim to none !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seem to lie about everything these days, and i guarantee that these liars are playing numerous people at the same time. Once that door is open, aint nothing closing it and the lies will just keep on building day after day !!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Seriously, doesn't this get exhausting and confusing, how can they keep track of all the lies , is their a method to this madness , do they use,  notes , phone , memory....... do they ever slip  ?????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You might think that I'm writing this post to call the serial liars back to the light and urge them to stop with their lying ways........   to the contrary my friends, I'm here to help those lairs and facilitate what they do :O !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being the business minded gal that i am , see this as a huge business opportunity rather than a tragedy .........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how u ask ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a lying  software developed that helps the liars keep track of all their shameless lies that they've been feeding their poor prays with .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall call it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Camouflagemenia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This masterpiece can be downloaded on your cell phone and on your computer and gives you the ability to store your fake name , age, what school you go/went to........every little detail u fibbed about. You can store up to 100 fake profiles depending on who you are talking to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;(upgrading options available )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person appears on your MSN or calls ur cell phone, u get a snapshot of  who this person is, where u met and all the lies you told  him/her so you can freshen up your memory and not  screw up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future upgrades will include Lying tips and recommendations and a comprehensive database of sexy names , occupations, lines and smart excuses :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any buyers ?????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-1469862358551764882?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1469862358551764882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=1469862358551764882' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1469862358551764882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/1469862358551764882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/02/liar-liar-my-mom-used-to-say-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116947415969375376</id><published>2007-01-22T16:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:36:21.531+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filehigh.com/serve/22438/286865.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Point of No Return &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got the following sms this morning from my best friend while I was @ university, who happens to be a guy and is sadly nicknamed as Asswipe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(don't ask !!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asswipe:&lt;/span&gt; u know something, I have a problem u can post on ur blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC: &lt;/span&gt;which is…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asswipe: &lt;/span&gt;every night before I sleep, u come to mind and I fight the urge to sms, what does it&lt;br /&gt;               mean  Dr.Phil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC: &lt;/span&gt;That u love me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asswipe:&lt;/span&gt; but why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC:  &lt;/span&gt;I’m gonna resist the urge to insult you like I usually do cus ur previous message was so&lt;br /&gt;      sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;             I’m heading to a meeting now, sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asswipe: &lt;/span&gt;No insult WOW, u really do love me! Now proclaim it to the world! Let me know how&lt;br /&gt;               that goes     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes ……. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YOU MY ASSWIPE&lt;/span&gt; ……. Very romantic don’t u think ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember why I came up with such a vulgar nickname for such a wonderful person but for some reason I tend to insult the people I love the most but in a lovingly way!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;( ya I know I need help)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine what those of you who don’t really know me might be thinking; these people are romantically involved. After all, she’s a girl, he’s a guy and they love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you have thought if it were a girl on the other end of the spectrum?                              I’m sure most would just assume that we were really good friends &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(I’m excluding those of you who might think I was a lesbian and I assure u that I don’t swing that way)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Can a guy and a gal really, really love each other in a platonic way?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify, I’m not asking if friendships can exist between members of the opposite sexes. Frankly, I think those who don’t think a friendship with no hidden agendas is possible, are a bunch or perverts that aim to jump anything that moves!!!!!     &lt;br /&gt;I’m talking about genuinely loving someone and not being able to imagine your life without him/her in a friendly nonsexual way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Asswipe have been friends for around 8 years now, but it feels like we’ve known each other for ever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Cliché I know but so true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He knows me inside out and has seen me through the good and the bad the past few years, and even though we both live in separate continents now, we are still as strong as ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t begin to explain what this poor guy has to put up with because of yours truly!!&lt;br /&gt;He has to sit and listen to me talk &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(and oh do I talk!!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;about all my work , relationship and shopping endeavors day after day and still manages to stick around even though he constantly bitches about my diva like behavior . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asswipe: &lt;/span&gt;DC, I’m a guy and I’m not GAY , I’m not suppose to remember all the names of the&lt;br /&gt;               guys you mention to me, u have girls for that !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; Fine, I won’t talk to you about them anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asswipe: &lt;/span&gt;No No No , that’s fine , just don’t expect me to remember names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me started on his shopping buddy duties!!!&lt;br /&gt;I used to drag him around shopping &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(and oh do I shop!!!!)&lt;/span&gt; when my girls were busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is, I wouldn’t even come out of the changing room most of the time when I had something revealing on and the guy even though, royally pissed would still stick around.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, me moving back to Saudi didn’t relieve him of his shopping buddy duties, now I force the dude to go virtual shopping with me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously, how great is this guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(interested girls can e-mail me @ saudiandthecity@hotmail.com ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m repeating my question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you think a guy and a girl can really love each other in a platonic way?  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, we all have a virtual line that defines what type of a relationship we have with the people around us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain; when you first meet a person a guy in particular, you start analyzing what type of a relationship if any you could potentially have with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All factors come into play; timing, emotional status, availability, your phase in life, your priorities, chemistry, physical attraction, location, background, social factors, your family, the people around you…etc&lt;br /&gt;@ That given point in time, these factors define what type of a relationship you aspire or are willing to have with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can apply to any type of relationship such as friendship, close friendship, acquaintances or something more, but once that line is defined and crossed it’s very hard to go back and redefine it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They say friends can be lovers but lovers can’t be friends. Why isn’t that the case with me, am I wired differently than the rest of you?!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe people who were interested in each other or actually got together could end up as friends given that they left on good terms.&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, I would want to have someone whom I loved or liked at some point, to be part of my life in someway rather than not having him in it at all.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I don’t think it is possible for good friends to become something more once that line of friendship has been crossed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve recently realized that many people don’t share my philosophy. Most believe that a member of that party usually has feelings for the other but is too afraid to admit it or is just waiting for the right time to come clean. Till then he/she will settle for having that person in his/her life in anyway possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had that talk with my Asswipe. He shocked me while we were chatting once, and asked me if I ever pictured us as something more than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I absolutely panicked and froze in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG , all sorts of thoughts started coming to mind..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;he has feelings for me, what am I gonna do , was I leading him on , am I gonna loose him now , what do I say?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my relief, it was just a question and nothing more :)&lt;br /&gt;He was on the same page as I was, but the pressure and questioning of the people around him made him question his feelings and the nature of our relationship and he just wanted to know where I stood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Personally and from my experience, I truly think that innocent platonic love could blossom between the two sexes but do you guys do?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116947415969375376?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116947415969375376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116947415969375376' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116947415969375376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116947415969375376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/01/point-of-no-return-i-got-following-sms.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116855329457064280</id><published>2007-01-12T00:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T01:41:21.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If You Can’t Stand the Heat , Get out of the kitchen !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi guys ,&lt;br /&gt;A Happy belated , Christmas, Hanukkah, Eid and New Year to you all :)&lt;br /&gt;I’m very sorry for the delay in posting but I’ve been out of town the past couple of weeks and wasn’t able to post :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here it goes……..&lt;br /&gt;I’m not really a make up person. It’s not that I don’t use it , cus I do but I’m just not THAT into it .&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really shop for it unless I really need 2 ,cus I don’t have any skills or techniques and I don’t know how to apply it like a pro or like ur now typical teenager !&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t know the first thing on what brands to go for and what colors work best for “my skin tone” so I end up getting what my girls tell me I should !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, it’s only fair that I admit to my guilty girly pleasure &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(other than shopping of course which is a disease in my case !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;to get my nails done and am rarely seen without bright nail polish on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;getting to the butter of the topic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I needed to get &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mauve/purple&lt;/span&gt; nail polish to match a dress I was gonna wear soon , So I went to Alsawani and started shopping around hoping to escape the radars of the pushy salespeople and get what I need while limiting the damage that was bound to occur !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really get intimidated by these places (Faces, Sawani….etc ) cus I can be easily bullied and manipulated into buying things I don’t know what they are for and will never ever use !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure u girls all know how it’s like going into these stores in Saudi. You get bombarded by vultures that insist on trying every product ever invented on you , so u come out of the store a walking advert with all sorts of perfumes sprayed on you , glittery creams rubbed on ur hands, left over lipstick , foundation , liner on ur face and ur hands, every corner is doomed to be covered with something.&lt;br /&gt;You walk into the store a respectable decent looking girl and walk out looking like a hutchimama!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agdda3oha ra2asa meen share3 Mehhamad ali , DOoooooo2i ya Maziiiiika ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the givenchy corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; I’m looking for this shade of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; please &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;pulling&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seller:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;hands me a &lt;picks color="#663300"&gt;brown &lt;/span&gt;shade of nail polish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; No, I said &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mauve&lt;/span&gt; please not &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seller :&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;picks up a &lt;picks  style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;baby pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shade*&lt;/em&gt; this would look so much nicer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; No thanks , I want &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; not any other color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Can u please show me this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seller:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;he hands me the nail polish bottle*&lt;hands&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;sticking out my manicured nails in his face while attempting the puppy face look*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;sticking&gt;my nails are done as u can see and I don‘t wanna ruin them ! do you have some of these plastic nail thingys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seller:&lt;/span&gt; No , sorry we don’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;staring&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’m sorry but I need to see it on ! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( like OMG , could I be anymore demanding :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET me EXPLAIN myself PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;I had French manicure on , that’s not something I can attempt to replicate @ home, so I’m SORRY Pal but u better try own the DAMN nail polish . Don’t worry , no one will jump you and if they do I’ll protect u . SERIOUSLY don’t be so uptight !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seller:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;gives me a dirty look, cus his supervisor was setting next to him and he had no choice but to try the manicure on*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;gives&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm it’s lighter then I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seller:&lt;/span&gt; That’s cus I only put one coat on !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt; the guy was giving me attitude and I was in a really bitchy mood that day so I give him a look*&lt;/em&gt; what are u waiting for then?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seller:&lt;/span&gt; OK OK , I’m just waiting for the first one to dry &lt;em&gt;*puts it on while cursing from within his stomach*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(talk about my literate translation 2day :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; good enough , I’ll take it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seller:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you &lt;em&gt;*you better do, u no good spoiled ass!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain this to me please, If this man is soooooooooo uncomfortable with his job, why did he accept it in the first place, cus he sure as hell isn’t getting the job done?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me money and all that …..he can get another job like working @ a restaurant or a clothing store that will give him an equal pay but he chose or agreed to work in this job .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I’m concerned , he’s a big boy that made his bed and should be willing to lie in it and adapt to his new position instead of adapting the job to his needs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in Saudi after all and we have some restrictions….. what’s a fully covered lady shopping for make up to do if some of the salesmen aren‘t willing to cooperate?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the next time I go to one of these make up stores, I will go with my face covered and I will demand that the man test everything on; lipstick , blush , Mascara and the whole shebang !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why u ask?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cus I can , &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NyaaaaaaaaHaaaaaaaHAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No seriously, It’s not just him , tons and tons of males and females apply and agree to work jobs that they aren’t really comfortable with and continuously try to alter and change them to make them more “convenient” for them and complain about the job and the working conditions every chance they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of females that wanna work in mixed environments but make it a big deal when a male coworker says hi or gets into the elevator with them and men that work feminine jobs and aren’t willing to get in touch with their inner divas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying that tolerance and a bit of modification hurts or isn’t in need every now and then but some go too far and contradict the essence of the job itself !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what…..I’m gonna push the envelop a bit further……. I’m&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sick &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of people in general who put themselves in situations and positions and then are amazed and appalled by the consequences of their actions and choices if they aren’t to their liking God forbid !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t afford this car then don’t buy it and bitch about being in debt, if you can’t handle pain then don’t start a fight, If you don’t want people to stare @ u then don’t go out dressed like a slut, If you don’t want to be slapped then don’t harass people, if you don’t want to be taken advantage of then don’t get wasted ……….. get my drift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;my driver can’t seem to restrain himself from continuously farting in the car while I’m in it ………it’s NASTY, I’m DYING here people !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions on how I can make him stop? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as tempting as it sounds , I can‘t literally put a cork up his ass and he’s an old man so I can’t just go out and call him on it …what if God forbids he has a disease or some sort ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HELP , PLEASE HELP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116855329457064280?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116855329457064280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116855329457064280' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116855329457064280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116855329457064280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-you-cant-stand-heat-get-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116665511468963648</id><published>2006-12-20T23:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:56:25.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is just me or does &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; creep the hell out of you?!!!!!                                                                                                                                                       I don’t know, but something about it is just too robotic and systematic for my taste!&lt;br /&gt;Get ready, I am about to laugh now, out loud nonetheless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMON PEOPLE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what happened to hehehehehehehehe , hahahahahahahahaha , hohohohohohoho , Nyaaaaaaaaaaaahahahah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( Ana 7asoon elmal3oon style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feel the love no more ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first started chatting and e-mailing back in the day, it was cool to use all these abbreviations, remember A/S/L....do people actually use this lame line anymore ?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, It was fine @ first but now things have gotten sooooooo complicated and i just can’t keep up ! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the following message on my chat box the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/22528344"&gt;Sweet Anger:&lt;/a&gt; LMFAO loved the escalator incident that’s just hilarious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LMFAO....? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously , had no clue what it meant ......... i felt sooooooooo old  !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apparently, I aint down with the lingo me Hommis !!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do what any self respecting, face saving person would do.......&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Googled”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it  !oo&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( this was suppose to be the eye rolling face btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ---&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO = laughing my fucking ass off......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lead me to tons and tons of other abbreviations , emotions and “Dot. Lingo”&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, It was a whole new world for me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(can’t stop singing , a whole new world in my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain protocols  , etiquettes and codes that should not be messed with !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being the generous and courteous person that I am ,  decided to educate myself and those of u like me who are just too damn chicken to admit it  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can’t list everything down so I’m gonna list my top picks  ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;AFK -Away From the Keyboard &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BRB – be right back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BTW – by the way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CUL -See you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;F2F- Face To Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FOAD- F*** off and die&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G2G- Got to Go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GA- Go Ahead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GAL-Get A Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;H&amp;K- Hugs and Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KIT- Keep In Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KMA- Kiss My A**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OMG- Oh My God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OO-Over and Out (end of communication)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PITA-Pain In The A**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SCNR- Sorry, Could Not Resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THX - thanks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UOK -Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WB Welcome Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;W- Woja3 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( a friend used to use this )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WTF- What The F***?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WTG -Way To Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WTH- What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;XOXOXO- Kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YGLT- You're Gonna Love This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;popular emotion icons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;:-) I am smiling in a classic way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:{ I am having a hard time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;@}-&gt;-- Rose for you (to show affection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&gt;:-( I am annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:-o Uh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:-p~ Heavy smoker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:-.) Cindy Crawford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:* Kiss, :** Returning kiss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;`:-) Raised eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[[ ]] Hug Insert a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:-] Smiling blockhead; also sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P* French kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(_x_) Kiss my butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8-O Omigod!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;d :-o Hats off to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;^5 High five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:-| :-| Deja vu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M-), :X, :-M See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;=OSurprised                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hope this helps,&lt;br /&gt;G2G ....... putting it into practice already , how cool am i ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116665511468963648?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116665511468963648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116665511468963648' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116665511468963648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116665511468963648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/lol-is-just-me-or-does-lol-creep-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116659757995689340</id><published>2006-12-20T09:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T01:53:32.563+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, check out my horoscope last night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have ultimate freedom so why are you limiting your choices?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Ironic considering my last post !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116659757995689340?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116659757995689340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116659757995689340' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116659757995689340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116659757995689340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/people-check-out-my-horoscope-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116643652434142150</id><published>2006-12-18T12:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:03:14.933+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;It's Raining Men !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Common Girls , Sing It :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Absolutely soaking wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Raining Men! Every Specimen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tall, blond, dark and lean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rough and tough and strong and mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She taught every angel to rearrange the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Raining Men! Ame---------nnnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature sure works in mysterious ways :)&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been having a draught in the love department for quite some time; I’m talking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people and no not a couple!!!!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually, a draught is pretty much the default in my case but now all of the sudden, I’ve got guys left and right !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s gotten into me,  I’m like a kid running loose in a candy store, what to choose what to choose........ ......                                                                                                                               I just can’t help but want to get a taste of everything &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( and no people I didn’t mean it in a sexual way)!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MAMAMIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’m sure all that candy is gonna bite me in the ASS, I can just feel it !!!!!!!!!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that all the “candy” is kinda from the same department :|&lt;br /&gt;Now why couldn’t I be interested in a jelly bean, a chocolate bar a cookie and a Popsicle?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they all need to be chocolates, all Cadbury nonetheless, so it’s just a matter of time till I get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSTEDDDDDDDDDDD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m far far far from being a player and now that I’m taking a dab @ it, I realized that Juggling is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARD WORK&lt;/span&gt; and is only mastered with experience.&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m far too late in the game to learn new tricks, so If anyone has access to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“How to Become a Player 101”&lt;/span&gt; please pass it along!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hhhhhhh the pressure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I SUCK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;big time...how do u guys/gals do it?!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text one guy while addressing another.  I wanna get rid of one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(and no not to meet someone else I’m not that bad) &lt;/span&gt;just cus I’m not that interested and no matter how hard I try, he’s just not backing off and I don’t wanna be mean to him .anyhow I tell him I’m out of town and he catches me red handed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;, I was so scared I started running up an escalator the wrong way &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(not a pretty picture)&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on people ...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it just me, or do guys have a 6th sniffing sense and only seem to get interested when someone else is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p.s check out this nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://sweetangerksa.blogspot.com/2006/12/closure.html"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; about closure by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/22528344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sweet Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116643652434142150?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116643652434142150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116643652434142150' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116643652434142150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116643652434142150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-raining-men-common-girls-sing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116601969981253748</id><published>2006-12-13T16:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:09:12.160+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is having a penis a prerequisite to living in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Saudi Arabia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think you’ve all figured out from the title of this post that I’m&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ROYALLY PISSED!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Every time I feel like I’m finally settling back in this country and starting to appreciate it, something shitty happens and I’m back at square one! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s really ironic, just the other day I had a debate with a foreigner about women working in Saudi and how most of the females who are qualified to work are working. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sure we still have restrictions and might not be able to participate in most of the fields. Nonetheless, things are coming along.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; wasn’t built in a day after all.... &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was I kidding!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let’s face it, regardless of how qualified we are or get, barriers will never seize to exist. That’s why I don’t blame most companies for being reluctant to add more females to their workplace!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Letting aside all the extra expenses from women proofing the place &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;separate offices, bathrooms, security guards and in some cases separate elevators) &lt;/span&gt;Hiring females is unfortunately more of a liability than an asset in most cases. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t want to start a debate on how females are often even better at certain jobs than males are and how in this country the pool of qualified young female professionals is far bigger than that of their male counterpart.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure most of us know that women constitute 58 percent of all university graduates in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Saudi   Arabia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and the number of Saudi women graduating from universities has grown at an average rate 2.5 times that of male graduates during the last decade but that’s not my topic.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The issue behind not hiring more females is not in anyway a result of the lack of confidence in our abilities. It’s still in an issue of culture and how the majority of Saudis are still not ready for this migration. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even though most employers are probably pro women working, that might not be the case with their associates and clients which could ultimately affect the business, so most of them opt not to cross that road just yet.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I was at a business function the other day, minding my own business and trying to do my job. I was veiled and modest in my appearance and I tried to keep as low of a profile as I could. I had anticipated some dissatisfaction from some of the more closed minded people but didn’t anticipate the reaction I got from a specific individual.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was approached by a very scary bearded man who was outraged by my presence. He argued that me being there in the presence of all these men was unreligious of me and demanded that I leave immediately. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thanked him for his advice and told him that me being present was not illegal and that I wasn’t going anywhere&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; (as I was talking to him I kept envisioning myself finally attempting item 35 from my &lt;a href="http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/101-things-to-do-before-i-die-sadly-im.html"&gt;101 things to do before I die post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He later got scarier and more determined to have me leave as if I was some sort of fungus and threatened me and the others with the hay2a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(religious police)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;How dare I, a penisless creature infect this sacred sanctuary!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I didn’t want to cause a scene in a business function where I was representing my company and I decided to leave. We have to choose our battles and I didn’t think this was one worth fighting. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apparently, having a penis is a prerequisite to living a normal life in this country. How did I come up with conclusion you may ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;It’s the only difference I personally see between females and males. I I’m referring to a normal desk job that doesn’t require any “male strength” or muscles so in this case the only thing we females are lacking is the penis. No boobs don’t count cus nowadays many men have them, either from excess muscles or fat!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We breathe, eat drink, write and think just like your average Joe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Moe in this case)&lt;/span&gt;, so why is it that in this country and in this day and age are we still discriminated against?!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Again, the only thing we are missing is the all important Penis that has been the topic of so many blogs these days. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(checkout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://dotsson.blogspot.com/2006/12/ode-to-my-peepee.html"&gt; Ode to my peepee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; by Dotsson that links to so many other posts about this glorious organ) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided......................... drrrrrrrrrrrum role please :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm getting a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;portable penis&lt;/span&gt; that can be slipped on when needed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(I’m patenting this idea so nobody think of putting into production anytime soon :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the next time a stupid ass hooligan refuses to deal with me in a business manner or has me thrown out, I just flash the weapon and maybe then my presence would be cool!!!!   &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S  on a lighter note....&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-the average size of the male penis is 5.2 inches and the average size of an Asian &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;male’s penis is about ½ - 1 inch less than that&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-"Ithyphallophobia" is a morbid fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect&lt;br /&gt;penis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116601969981253748?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116601969981253748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116601969981253748' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116601969981253748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116601969981253748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-having-penis-prerequisite-to-living_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116575587038707905</id><published>2006-12-10T15:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:22:52.990+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Closure (part 2) "To Forgive and Forget"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: The shella Shrink, DR. ToMomoshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point everyone is missing with respect to the “closure” discussion in last weeks' post is why closure is important. Regardless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closure means you are finally letting go of someone. And Letting go of someone “you love” might be one of the most painful things you may ever do.                                                                               I said “love” because I do believe that closure in the traditional sense is only important when it is a serious relationship; One where you were really in love. The rest of the time...not so important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean for any relationship, romantic, friendship, work, anything….there should always be a sense of closure and clarity as to why it happened so that you can move on to the next thing but that doesn’t necessarily mean finding out what happened to the situation itself in excruciating details. Because you and I know that we might have an idea of what went wrong and we shouldn’t dwell on the past and just focus on healing and improving and letting go. So talk it out, revenge…..etc is not the way to get closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of what I am seeing in the comments to DC’s “closure” post is basically the notion that girls are pro closure and men are against it and I think it’s just the result of two things; the wrong definition of closure and its pure association with one sex….. “at least on a big scale”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of guys are afraid of this closure thing because they think it’s the girls’ way or holding on Vs. really letting go. All a guy wants at this stage is to let go… that’s why guys love the” hit and run” thing when ending a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please let me know if you think I’m way off on this point.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a girl’s perspective, closure is important especially when they are the breakupees (aren’t the ones who initiated the breakup) not because they want to hold on, but because any breakup brings out a lot of their insecurities and they start to question so many things; “Am I cute enough? Smart enough? Too smart? Too demanding? What are my friends going to think? What are his/her friends going to think?"&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!!! and when the couple has common friends they start psychoanalyzing the logistics of it all. Who gets which friend, if that person was my friend first should he/she still be allowed to hang out with the ex…etc. it’s messy&lt;br /&gt;So all they need is a confirmation that they aren’t that bad and there is potential for them to have someone be interested in them again. Of course that is not the only explanation… but a lot of the times it’s very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the right remedy to any break up is “to forgive and forget” that’s what closure should mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we end any relationship (friendship, love….etc) we act like we are capable of forgiving others for their actions or ourselves for hurting others.                                                                          But is it true? You see anytime you get angry at a person who has hurt u in the past you have to realize that that comes from a place of non-forgiveness, of holding it in and bottling up all your feelings. so if you’re still calling your ex “THE ASS” chances are you didn’t forgive him and you will never move on... “Really” move on or let go. Plus, we as human beings are always tempted to forget or at least try to foget before we even forgive. This is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why is forgiveness so hard to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the hardest part of forgiveness is when it’s not requested by the person who did the hurting i.e. that BF or GF who never said “I’m sorry for hurting you”&lt;br /&gt;By doing that, the person that got hurt feels that they are so irrelevant to that other person that they didn’t even give them the courtesy of acknowledging what they did or in a  sense acknowledging their existence in the first place. This leads to thinking that they have wasted their time and energy on a lie (the relationship). This is of course the result of all the insecurities we as humans have. What I’m saying here is that this scenario is a lot more likely than thinking “OHHH that person is such a coward he/she didn’t even have the guts to apologize or show their face”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe forgiveness is tough to give or get because we all think we are all good people who are entitled to live in fair world.&lt;br /&gt;When we get hurt, we often resent the situation because it is not fair and do not want to forgive. We ask, "Why did this person or that incident have to happen to me?"&lt;br /&gt;And since we all think we are good people (at least a lot of us like to think so) we forget that we, too, no matter how hard we try or don't try, are often responsible for someone else's hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes forgiveness is simply hard to do because we are too afraid to move on…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the reasons, we must remember that sometimes the breakuper (person who initiated the breakup) might not want to hurt us…..&lt;br /&gt;I think the Buddhist have some of this right; they preach that the goal in life should not be justice or revenge but an understanding that every single person deserves compassion. Being able to say, "I know that he is only trying to be happy" and recognizing he is doing the best he or she can with what they have, we can get to a place where we can forgive and be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;But then again…Buddhists hope to detach from the world so much that even the potential to be hurt no longer exists…… so it’s easy for them to say because they might not get a chance to act on what they preach.  but the idea it self is totally on the right track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I’m saying here is that at the end of the day breakups are hard for both parties  and sometimes there Is no bad guy and we have to be ok with that and just focus our energy on moving on the correct way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;ToMomoshi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116575587038707905?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116575587038707905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116575587038707905' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116575587038707905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116575587038707905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/closure-part-2-to-forgive-and-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116533579477866449</id><published>2006-12-05T18:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:31:26.446+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Closure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lily Allen Smile Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first left me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was wanting more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you were fucking that girl next door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What'cha do that for? (What'cha do that for?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you first left me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn’t know what to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never been on my own that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just sat by myself all day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was so lost back then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But with a little help from my friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found the light in the tunnel at the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you're calling me up on the phone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you can have a little whine and a moan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's only because you are feeling alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first when I see you cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes me smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah it makes me smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At worst I feel bad for a while &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then I just smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go ahead and smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you see me You say that you want me back (Want me back) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I tell you it don't mean jack (It don't mean jack) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No it don't mean jack (No it don't mean jack) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't stop laughing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I just couldn't help myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See you messed up my mental health&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                     I was quite unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been listening to this song for a while but I never paid much attention to the lyrics before and now I can’t get enough of it, I just absolutely love it :) The song got me thinking about relationships, breakups and the all important “closure” factor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closure, a fancy word we all like to use but what does it really mean and how do we get it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Definition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the state of experiencing an emotional conclusion to a difficult life event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good enough, now how do we get it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I believe we get closure, that’s if we ever do differently depending on the nature of the relationship, how serious it was and how we finally came out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have identified 2 methods to obtain closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the method to find a “HEALTHY” closure. After a break up , u wanna have the &lt;strong&gt;““closure”discussion”&lt;/strong&gt; which means you talk about what went wrong, appreciate the things that went well, learn something from it all and then go on being friends and sharing the good parts. If every relationship ended by saying “Fuck you, u wasted X years of my life, you’re an ass, I’m too good for you, get lost" then you don't really learn anything and grow. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(how mature am I :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was talking to my friend Dolly the other day and how I finally put a guy friend of mine who’s the king of mixed signals and game playing on the spot and I bluntly asked him if he @ any point in time ever had beyond friendship feelings for me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(and yes I had to specify beyond friendship so that he doesn’t find another loop hole)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprise, surprise the answer was &lt;strong&gt;yes I did and I still do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to put matters into perspective, this guy was boarder line stalking me for a few years in university till one day he hooked up with a girl I introduced him to while he was pursing me. When he finally fessed up to me and I confronted him he responded with &lt;strong&gt;“what gave you the impression that I he had feelings for you”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that just threw me off the roof! me being the straight shooter that I am, told him off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn’t gonna stand for this bullshit ,so I told him that he was lying about not having feelings for me, and yes I actually told him he did or at least knew that I thought he did &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(I know that it’s a crazy thing to say but with this guy all my gloves come off and I always tell him exactly what I’m thinking) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The guy lead me on for a while and I wasn’t exaggerating when I said stalking and he has the audacity to lay that “what gave u the impression line on me” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;NO HE DIDN’T! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wasn’t about to let him off easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year or so when each of us moved back, we made up as friends of course &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(we never were technically more than that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and have been talking to each other very frequently ever since, now the signals are even more obvious and blunt, obvious enough for him to propose on a regular basis yet not once admit that he has feelings or acknowledge it, so was I wrong to confront him?!&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna lie about having some feelings for the dude , just not enough for me to wanna to start something , never the less a long distant relationship &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( I don’t believe they work in general but that’s another post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I felt I needed to clarify the issue with him not to start something but to finally get “closure”. he’s been driving me crazy with his zig zag approach for a long time now and I felt I needed to put him on the spot and I’m glad I did ,now that everything it’s out in the open. However, for me to get real “closure”I needed him to explain why he didn’t approach me when he had the chance 4 years ago and denied that he did when I confronted him and gave me the lamest line on the planet. I needed to understand for me to finally move on and get “closure” but he just wouldn’t cave and explain anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dolly argued that it’ll never happen and that I will never get an explanation so I should just drop it. Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus she said .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as females feel a need to psychoanalyze things to make sense of them &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( and they say we aren’t the logical one’s !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we need to understand what went wrong , was it me , was it u &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( actually we just need to hear them admit it was their fault cus we’re gonna blame them regardless, this is just to validate our point :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; As the Arabic saying says &lt;em&gt;“ We need to put the dots on the letters”&lt;/em&gt;. Guys on the other hand, don’t like to dwell on things and are more of the let go and move on type. That could be the safest, easiest approach but on the other hand that’s why most of them tend to redo the same mistakes over and over again. They refuse to ask for directions in every aspect of their lives! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(On a side note, and I know I tend to do that a lot but this direction thingy reminded me of a very nice joke “if Moses PBUH was a female, her people wouldn’t have been lost in the dessert for 40 years , she would’ve stopped and asked for directions , hahahahah now back to the analysis) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now lesson learned;&lt;/span&gt; as frustrating as that was, I at least spoke my mind and things are out there and I think I’m on my way to getting “closure”from this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Now if the “Healthy” method isn’t ur thing you can opt for method 2.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sometimes revenge is the best way to get “closure”don’t u think ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe revenge isn’t the best way to put it since it is a bit too severe but u get the jest of it. This method was applied in the song above, she was happy when he wanted her back and she was just able to smile at his misery and say I pass. Immature, cruel, bitchy, all of the above, maybe but who cares if that’s what it takes to make u feel better and finally get “closure” in knowing that u moved on and the other party didn’t !&lt;br /&gt;This type of “closure”can be obtained by him or her seeing u in the best shape of ur life, it being a successful career , a good relationship, u moving on or merely just seeing how u have babefied and he/she just aglyfied !!!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People don’t underestimate the power of this method to get “closure”.&lt;/span&gt;                         I’m sure u all read the book &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;“Banat al Riyadh”&lt;/span&gt; .Do u remember the part when Michele went to her X’s wedding all dolled up and messed him up on his wedding day , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother of all “closure” :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was thinking of doing the same thing when my X “he shall be named from now on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;“The Ass”&lt;/span&gt; got married and I was invited to the wedding by the bride. I really wanted 2 but thought I’m above all that so I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I’m lying I would’ve gone if I had the chance but it was in another country and I wasn’t able to go , I just like to think that I didn’t go by choice !! : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So the conclusion to this very long post; &lt;/span&gt;“closure”is an essential part of breaking up in order for us to move on. There are many ways to get “closure”and I outlined 2 of them. However, I feel the need to point out that we can’t always get “closure”from our relationships, especially the very intense ones but if there is a possibility to, we should at least give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116533579477866449?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116533579477866449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116533579477866449' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116533579477866449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116533579477866449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/12/closure-lily-allen-smile-lyrics-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116472699985957893</id><published>2006-11-28T18:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:19:29.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Spare Me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me what I hate most in life and I’ll say the cheesy ass fwd messages I get on my e-mail and phone, can’t stand them.&lt;br /&gt;If I wanna waist time I’ve got blogging so please spare me cus frankly, &lt;strong&gt;I DON’T CARE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I got an “interesting” fwd recently cus no matter how much I threaten to kill those who do occasionally send them to me&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ( poor Dala3 always gets it from me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a few are bound to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls are like apples on trees ,the best ones are at the top of the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead they get the rotten apples from the ground that aren’t as good but easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;So the apples up top think something is wrong with them when in reality they're amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a load of shit seriously people! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Seriously… Seriously...heheh a Greys Anatomy moment, off track as usual)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you gotta specify red or green apples, it makes a difference cus red apples are sweeter and more attractive and are always in demand. However, the green ones are an acquired taste and have an interesting memorable sting to them, so does this theory apply to both?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, If this theory is accurate, most of the “good apples” on top waiting to be picked will eventually fall down and rot just like the others and as my friend Zuzu once eloquently put it end up in a pie that will be molested by a pervert :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how are we better off again??!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116472699985957893?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116472699985957893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116472699985957893' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116472699985957893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116472699985957893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/spare-me-ask-me-what-i-hate-most-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116447343451553092</id><published>2006-11-25T19:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:01:09.498+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;101 Things To Do Before I Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I’m not much of a reader and when I do, I pick the weirdest, stupidest books ever &lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(stupidest, is this even an actual word?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a while back I picked up a very unique book “101 Things To Do Before You Die” by Richard Horne. The book lists 101 things for us to do before we die and includes a page for each item to write more details. It also has extra pages for us to add the things we want to do.&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking of all the things I actually have always dreamt of doing but never got around to. I’m sure there are a lot of things we all want to do at some point but are to scared, shy or just plain lazy to be bothered to do. So I’m taking action and creating my own list and I suggest you all do as well .&lt;br /&gt;Behold my list in alphabetical order, I reserve the right to alter the list as i see fit without any prior notice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;adopt an orphan for each child I give birth to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attend a film premier &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attend NYC's fashion week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a famous international actress and win an award&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a hacker &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become the first female president of Saudi Arabia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bid on something ridiculously expensive during an auction then pretend that I have alzheimer's &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;body paint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;call all the people I don't like and tell them so&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;call all the people I love and tell them so &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;call my X and ask him if he ever really loved me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;climb Mount Everest &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;date a celebrity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;direct a movie &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dive into a bowling alley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do laser hair removal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do my M.B.A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do the Monopoly board pub crawl &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive a formula one car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drive in Saudi Arabia &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat an entire chicken by myself with my hands like they do in the Egyptian movies!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise on a regular basis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fall in love &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fart in an elevator then SCREAM who did it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a 4 hand massage &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get arrested and spend a night in jail &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get stoned &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go camping in the desert and the beach &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go on a Safari &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Desert Safari done, AMAAAAZING, Jungle Safari pending )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go on the Sex and The City tour in NYC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a movie theatre that's playing a horror movie and randomly grab people at very intense moments &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to Hajj &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to space&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to the love planet festival in Prague &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grab a Mo6awa3 (religious police)  from his lehya (beard) and threaten to demanilize him if he bothers any other girl again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grab a stranger , tell him he's my soul mate, kiss him then leave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have my own radio and/or TV. Show &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have sex in a public place , preferably in an elevator &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(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 :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hot air ballooning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;join a TV reality show &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jump from a waterfall then bathe under it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jump into a pool in a wedding dress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep blogging for at least 5 years &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;( 1 down, 4 to go )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knee George W.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lean how to ski, surf and sail &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to blow dry my hair &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to cook anything !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to drive a manual car &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to drive a plane and a motorcycle &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(finally been on a motorcycle in Saudi !!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to play baloot, chess and poker &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Poker done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to play the guitar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to put make up properly &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to put on nail polish within the nail border!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to Salsa , Meringue , Cha Cha ,Belly dance, Mambo and ball room dance like a professional &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to speak Italian , Spanish, French, Hebrew and Urdu &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to spell like an adult!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to type properly &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn the names of all the countries including their capitals and languages spoken in each&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;( this is to test people's greed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;master flash , Photoshop and illustrator &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Max out my credit card &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(almost!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;memorize The Holy Quran &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paraglide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;participate in a treasure hunt &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;participate in a water gun war&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;participate in the largest human domino in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play a part in my favorite TV show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride a Gondola in Venice with someone I love &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride a horse on the beach &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Does a Camel count!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride a wild horse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride the luggage rolling trail &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride the subway for an entire day aimlessly and discover new places&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride the worlds biggest rollercoaster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run with the bulls in Spain &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;save someone's life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scream don't marry that person @ a wedding then run out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scuba dive the Barrier Reef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shave my head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shoot a gun &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sing a duet with my favorite singer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skinny dip @ midnight &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sky Dive &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spend an entire day as a man and see if I can actually get away with it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stage dive or crowd surf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stall traffic and refuse to move my car and when people ask me why I just say na7asa&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(cus. i can)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start a revolution &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start my own business &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start my own clothing line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stay in an ice hotel &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study the Kama Sutra and put theory into practice &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(again with my future husband people)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swim with dolphins &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swim with sharks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take part in a police car chase &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tell my parents that I'm pregnant and that I don't know who the father is just to see their reaction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;travel the world and see the 7 wonders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;volunteer in a refugee camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch all the movies that have won Oscars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wear the hejab (headscarf) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;white river rafting &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write a best seller preferably about the 101 things i did before i died and  film it in a documentary :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mail a letter of this list to my future self in 20 years &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116447343451553092?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116447343451553092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116447343451553092' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116447343451553092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116447343451553092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/101-things-to-do-before-i-die-sadly-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116404518459957248</id><published>2006-11-20T20:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:21:28.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Left In The Middle  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beep Beep&lt;/span&gt;……Make this stupid miss call alert sound stop…… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beep Beep&lt;/span&gt;…..maybe if Ignore it it’ll go away ….. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beep Beep&lt;/span&gt;….. FUCK, this phone is relentless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You have a new message from the Wise One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna kill her , why is this dudette sending me a message so early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wise One: hey girls , I have gr8 news Suha just got engaged, now moving on to the next girl on my list :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List, since when does she have a list !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; hala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wise One:&lt;/span&gt; hey, did you get my message :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC: &lt;/span&gt;la ya shaikha, why am I calling meen saba7 rabi then. “moving on to the next girl on the list” …sha3’alah 7’a6abah and I have no clue, I thought match making was my thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wise One:&lt;/span&gt; match making for marriage not like 7adret janabek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; Tomato, Tomato“W”, so tell me who’s next on your “List”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wise One:&lt;/span&gt; The Scissor Sisters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; Ya salam, who the fuck are The Scissor Sisters and how come I don’t know of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wise One:&lt;/span&gt; actually, u met them once when u were here over Christmas and they are friends from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; whatever, if they left a good impression I would’ve remembered them! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Snob I know, u don’t need to point it out but remember I was sleepy and cranky). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, where am I on ur “List”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wise One:&lt;/span&gt;  hmmmm ur actually @ the bottom of it, right before Dala3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC: &lt;/span&gt;ASS, why are we the last 2 on ur stupid list?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wise One:&lt;/span&gt; because Dala3 is a child and your just waaaaaay too picky, plus I thought u didn’t wanna get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; that’s besides the point , we are ur best friends and u put the stupid Scissor Sisters before us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,LUCY, YOU'VE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wise One:&lt;/span&gt; they are girls I can actually work with you on the other hand are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPELESS !!&lt;/span&gt;  Don’t get me started on your list and frankly I just don’t have access to the pool your looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; Fine , I don’t want your bedwan aslan , 7’ali The Scissor Sisters yenfa3oki. Ba3deen,what’s wrong with my list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wise One:&lt;/span&gt; it’s allover the place, you just want everything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want everything, all I’m looking for is the perfect guy for me. A guy that gets me, loves me and appreciates me just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behold my "list" and you be the judge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt; 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!&lt;br /&gt;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  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;( I know , I feel sorry for my self sometimes)!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4-&lt;/span&gt; I’m looking for a guy who has faith, a guy that prays 5 times a day, doesn’t drink, gamble or smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5- &lt;/span&gt;I’m looking for a guy that loves to go out party and dance the night a way (preferably a salsa and meringue fan :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;6- &lt;/span&gt;I’m looking for a stylish guy that loves fashion and is secure enough with his sexuality to flaunt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7-&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;If Johnny wants to do some shopping he shouldn’t expect Frany to be closed for business!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your asking for the impossible, your asking for too much, you’re not all that to be this picky, religious and party animal don’t mix needless to say a virgin, you’re just shooting for the stars… I’ve heard it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, these days you gotta choose a side and stick to it, either religious or open mined, it’s not a buffet to pick and choose from.&lt;br /&gt;No more room for the middle ground. after all, someone's middle could be someone else’s extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's happening to this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle class is disappearing almost everywhere, the middle child is usually the one that’s overlooked, tall girls or short ones no one ever says average, you either wear a mini or a maxi skirt cus midi is apparently out. You’re either driving on the left lane or the right lane cus the middle one is just a layover on your way to the other 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps on telling me that i have to be realistic because certain things just don’t mix well. The classic carbs and proteins dilemma, we all know how bad that combo is but would you have it any other way ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are young, we are happy and eager to experiment with everything until we settle on the things we come to love. We can get away with eating all sorts of yummy fatty things like chocolates , sweets, fries, burgers, pizza , pastries u name it. However, as we get older we realize that what used to work for us no longer does. Reality kicks in and we end up giving up many of the things we love but are unfortunately bad for us, things that have a one way speed ticket to our thighs !!!&lt;br /&gt;Those of us that submit to this new unfortunate reality start to watch what we eat and how we eat it. We starts making tradeoffs, if I’m gonna have dessert I better not order an appetizer, both is just not an option :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has dieting these days become an inevitable evil we are doomed to live with in every aspect of our life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I’m left in the middle looking for someone to stay still with me....is this too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116404518459957248?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116404518459957248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116404518459957248' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116404518459957248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116404518459957248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/left-in-middle-beep-beepmake-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116370147800297496</id><published>2006-11-16T21:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:54:33.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I Wanna Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7:15 AM&lt;/span&gt; damn this snooze button, I gotta get ready for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7:45 AM&lt;/span&gt; I rush to my car. Belt check , coffee check , ipod check,  I’m on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1:00&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt; I head to lunch, I go to pick up kuku from her office next door. finding a parking@lunch time is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2:30 PM&lt;/span&gt; back to the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;6:45 PM &lt;/span&gt;my work is done , I pass by the supermarket then to the laundry mat to pick up my dry cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7:15 PM&lt;/span&gt; back at home , I get ready to meet  a few friends for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;8:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;  I go to pick up Dala3 and we head to meet our friends @ the new Italian place that opened in Cornish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;9:50 PM&lt;/span&gt; I leave the restaurant , drop Dala3 back and head home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical day just like any other... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it were only true !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you take for granted we only dream off. The simplicity of being able to take myself from point A to B with out being driven by a random man who I know nothing about and knows everything about me. A man that knows my every move, listens to my every word and sometimes can’t help himself from joining in on some of my private conversations. A man who  knows my favorite hangouts, my favorite songs , knows all my friends and is almost aware of all my intimate details. A man that is forced on me , a  man I’m not officially but realistically connected to in everyway .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel inadequate and trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be able to do things for myself, i wanna be able to go for a drive to cool my head when I’m tense, I wanna be able to stay out late and not worry about the poor guy who has to wake up early the next morning to droop me to work. I wanna be able to do silly things like go the supermarket and get some ice cream and candy late @ night if I’m craving it … is this too much to ask !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I wanna be able to breath , I wanna able to  roam , I wanna be able live…..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After King Abdullah came into power , I felt optimistic.  now this is a good man that will bring in a much needed change.&lt;br /&gt;How naïve of me, how much can he actually do , he‘s just a man after all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t blame the government or the religious party for the rut we are in, it is of our own doing!&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a bunch of cowards who are afraid and as long as we allow this fear to consume us nothing will ever change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116370147800297496?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116370147800297496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116370147800297496' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116370147800297496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116370147800297496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanna-live-715-am-damn-this-snooze_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116346056357552535</id><published>2006-11-14T02:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:25:33.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My inner psycho!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cool site where u can create ur southpark alter ego from a friend who was tagged... and THAT'S WHAT I CAME UP WITH..... didn't know i had it in me !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone reading this post, ur TAGGED  :)  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sp-studio.de/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filehigh.com/serve/22438/292807.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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ToMomoshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2: if you decide to define it as "casual with no expectations "can you handle it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;First of all , do we really understand what no expectations means when we get into relationships of that type?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell……..The no expectations phrase is a guy's &lt;em&gt;(and in some cases girls)&lt;/em&gt;                          "get out of jail card"&lt;br /&gt;it saves him the pain of having to come up with an excuse for breaking up with u or having to explain any of his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Hey babe… I told u no expectations"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You see….Guys aren't wired to explain or contemplate their feelings, so this way they can be cowards about their feelings and run away when it's more than they have bargained for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with all fairness to guys there is no standard, universal male definition for the phase "no expectations"; Different men in different situations, at different stages in their lives will inevitably mean different things by it.&lt;br /&gt;This is also applicable to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly like when guys say "I love you"; it could mean "I like you a lot" or "I really do love you" or "I feel like I'm obligated to say it because you said it and are waiting for me to say it back and I really wanna  avoid any awkward conversation about why I didn't say it back….. " or  what we usually think guys mean by it "this should get me into her pants" or a couple of million other possible translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From my experience, I've found that it ultimately means "You are good, but not good enough", or "You are good, but I am looking for something else".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That sort of thing is not for everyone. I think you have to have a certain level of emotional aloofness to pull it off successfully, but like I said earlier we are not wired that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know what you're going to say….. That when a guy or girl says "no expectations" it might be any one of the above explanations or it just plain simply means just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just a simple suggestion to keep things loose and free, to be spontaneous and fun, to leave the over thinking and overanalyzing aside and just take a leap of faith and enjoy your self for God's sake. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(As you may have realized by now… I am not capable of that... I thought I was but I was mistaken… where's the AHHHH people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I read somewhere that "No Expectation" is not practical. It is like global warming, some day it will blow up, but until then, let's not think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That seems severe, but it sure makes a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong........&lt;br /&gt;I think a certain level of "no expectations" is healthy… it keeps us on our tows and allows us to experience life to the fullest. It's like going to a movie without seeing any previews so you can be pleasantly surprised with how much you like it or at least you won't be terribly disappointed when it ends up being a lame movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For me it's like getting gifts on my birthday... I love the rush I get when I see a gift that is nicely wrapped…you start imagining what's inside this nicely packaged gift... is it a new purse, a new fancy gadget, a yearly subscription to my favorite fashion magazine…..imagination is an awesome thing ….but what if all that's in the box is just a la7ji top that doesn't fit.. Or worse a la7ji top that actually fits perfectly and you have to wear it …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying here is that sometimes u like it and sometime you don't… but a lot of the times especially for important decisions… you would wanna know what ur getting yourself into. Sometimes I want my friends to know what I want for my birthday. It's both comforting and intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Q2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; How do we find our self in a "no expectations" relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the beginning of any relationship, we are so scared that guys will think we are picking our children's names already that we want to appear as aloof as possible and we agree to their proposal. Another reason might be that we are lying to our selves into wanting to have a casual relationship because we were burned before and are afraid of becoming "Too emotionally attached" and risk getting hurt yet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Q3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;So what should you do when he pulls out the "no expectations" card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The tricky thing about it is that it's not technically a question. He doesn't really want your opinion. "No expectations" is a statement.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a thought he's just putting out there to mess u up; It might be an intentional mind game or it might not... but that's not our topic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This no expectations bomb usually hits you when u have just started to let your relationship guard down and your sooo stunned that you just agree to it to get through this awkward conversation as soon as possible with minimal damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to this question or as I said earlier "statement" is to bring it up when you are in between normal stories...This way, they catch you off guard and get you second guessing your self&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… "whaha.. What did I do to bring this conversation about? Did I push too much…ohh GOD what did I do... WHAT THE HELL DID I SAY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some will tell you that they don't want to hear a response to "no expectations", that they were just "putting it out there".&lt;br /&gt;Other's will ask you to give them you're opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a)&lt;/strong&gt; If you agree to "no expectations" you seem like a fun free spirited gal, whose happy with a no strings attached relationship. But you also agree to be his casual, whenever he is bored and wants to flirt gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b)&lt;/strong&gt; If you disagree to "no expectations": you seem slightly psycho, clingy you know that "fatal attraction" type of gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanna say here is that don't be confused into thinking that "no expectations" is the modern type of relationship that frees you from the traditional male dominated relationship. It's the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;The person who first utters the "no expectations" phrase becomes the dominator of this relationship and the receiver is entirely controlled by that person, he decides how serious or casual it's gonna be…if it's casual or more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See i told you .. it's not so different as you might like to think......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So…. Come up with a conclusion already………&lt;br /&gt;What does "no expectations" ultimately mean? Is it a get out of jail card? Or is it about taking things as they come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think that "no expectation" is good at first….That spontaneity and lack of forced understanding of a situation is good for any new relationship. But like I said in part 1, eventually you DO have to sort it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ToMomoshi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116343700322604775?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116343700322604775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116343700322604775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116343700322604775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116343700322604775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/relationships-to-define-or-not-tocan.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116291433731421538</id><published>2006-11-07T17:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:24:09.276+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationships: to define or not to?&lt;br /&gt;Can we really keep it casual?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;By: The shella Shrink, DR. ToMomoshi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: To define or not to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Q1:&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever gone on a date or started talking to someone new and wondered how serious or casual this relationship &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be? Come on… you’ve wondered in the back of your head (not out loud… hell no)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;If the answer to this question is YES then raise you’re hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Q2:&lt;/span&gt; Are you friends with someone who you know has deeper feelings for you ….. You flirt a little but not too much so you won’t lead him on... Plus you don’t want to hurt his feelings. . Aha … ya&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention it makes you feel a little special too. An ego booster never hurt anyone…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;If the answer to this question is YES then raise you’re hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve answered YES to both questions then keep ur hands raised... Chances are you’ll answer yes to this one too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Q3:&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever called a guy your “friend” when it’s quite obvious to you (although you’re in denial) that you don’t consider him among the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purely platonic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; relationships you have with other guys (You know the less cute guys!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously…. u knows he’s different, your friends know he’s different... u know the drill… u keep mentioning him to your girlfriends and they all sigh over him and tell you how perfect the two of you are for each other but u always say “hey we’re only friends… aha sure….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;casually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mention him to all your potential “guys”. YAH….. that’s him that not so “only best friend” guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;If you’ve answered YES to this question too then GIRL you need to stretch cuz ur hands will develop a cramp when I’m done with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No seriously this post is a bicep exercise post as well as a therapeutic one … hehhe... ask me... thanks to this my arms are nicely toned ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Believe it or not the majority of us are not in a definable relationship but kid ourselves into believing we are? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Confusing statement …. Not really, we all know we do it but lie to ourselves. And you’re one of them if you have answered yes to any of the above questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I myself am guilty of this phenomenon. (I’m way guilty…)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have had guy friends who essentially are surrogate emotional boyfriends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ha…? A whata?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It’s an actual term shrinks use to make it sound fancier than what it really is. They define an emotional surrogate as “that person who gets to be the receiver of your displaced desires; you project it their way in the absence of the intended target”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or your stivo as DC eleqnetly puts it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...see? Like, your boss yells at you and gives you shit all day, you go home and kick the dog...safer than kicking the boss, and much easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what it really means is that you get to dump all your feelings on that person without the obligation of having to define what those feelings are to them or to yourself. It’s our subconscious way of avoiding intimacy; we get to say whatever we want without being too vulnerable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that guy friend of yours that is your back up... The one who will marry you if you hit 30 and not yet married… yah that’s Ur surrogate emotional boyfriend (fancy … ha?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;If you have one of those….. GIRL I told you not to put Ur hand down a while ago... seriously just keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like most of you, I understand that we cannot meet someone and within five minutes know we want to share our lives with him, tell him our feelings and call it a day. I also understand that the fairy tale of your prince charming climbing to your window room with a rose in one hand and a wedding ring in the other is never goanna happen (well unless your 6 feet tall and your name is Julia…. (Anyone in the mood to watch pretty woman now?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, off topic…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What I’m trying to say is that we all understand this but we can’t help ourselves. It’s embedded in our subconscious minds. No matter what you want to believe about yourself, whenever you meet someone new you immediately visualize your future with that person. No matter how hard we try not to do that it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It’s not our fault we’ve been programmed that way. And while some of you might think it’s our society in specific that makes us that way… no… it’s a global thing…it’s more “out there and advertised in our society &amp; it’s encouraged…. but it’s a phenomenon that's spread all over”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I must admit that I like the thrill of the first meeting, getting-to-know-you phase of dating that holds no expectations and no title. I love that phase…What I hate is the ambiguity that starts to drive us mad when we are past that stage and have gotten to know a lot more intimate things about the other person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT What’s next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This mystery that you thought at first was attractive and exciting quickly turns to uncertainty. You feel yourself becoming attached. But because you’re too afraid of being vulnerable, you try to ignore your feelings and remain casual toward the other person and their emotions. It’s very common at this stage for any of you to joke about your feelings and about major commitment issues…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This “in the middle” stage where you’re still casual but more intimate, the phase when each party is uncertain as to where he or she stands with the other, and inevitably one's self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’m asking this because I have found out that by continuing any relationship without definitions keeps us from defining our feelings to ourselves? And this is what I have a problem with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do I like him for him or the idea of him…? I think this is especially vital in our society because of the circumstances we live in that makes it impossible to interact normally with someone and really know if we are ultimately right for each other or not …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The lack of expectations keeps us on our toes, wondering why he hasn't called. If we haven’t discussed exclusivity does it mean that he is going on a date with someone else? And what "rights" he has with other girls. The thing that starts to suck about this stage is that we know we have no "right" to get mad if any of his actions hurts us, but the fact remains that we do get hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See the way I see it is that there is nothing more awkward or painful than the DTR (defining the relationship conversation). What do say… hey “would you be my boyfriend?” … what are we 9?&lt;br /&gt;How many of us really enjoy bringing our emotions and concerns to the table with someone who may totally shoot us down? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But to be honest…..It’s funny how there is no bullshit when u r younger... you just say it out loud and avoid the mind fricking games and the gruesome process of placing “subtle hints” and trying to get a gist of where this is going….&lt;br /&gt;When we were younger, we were a lot more direct about what we wanted from people.&lt;br /&gt;It’ funny how the older we get, the more our ability to be honest about our feelings and desires regresses…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Again, off topic…sorry I tend to do that a lot... Just bare with me; my point is coming up in this never ending post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I’m saying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is that without definitions, we can’t justify our feelings or actions to the other person or to our selves?… it becomes a technicality issue.... Then you start second guessing every action or statement you make…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At this stage you have two options&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Get the courage to have that DTR conversation and move forward or move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) (what 99% of us usually do) continue the ambiguity and take a much larger risk in hurting someone or being hurt when things don’t go as well as you had “hoped for”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a pretty simple concept: You are either in a relationship or you're not. We're all big girls and boys here… so why is it so hard to be honest about what we want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the end of the day, we have to admit that playing the pre-relationship game, may seem fun for a while, but pretty soon you realize you’ve had enough. It’s like when you were a kid and stumbled on your mother’s secret hiding place for the candy... WOW u think... I’ve hit the jackpot… it’s awesome you continue to eat and eat until u develop a stomach ache and you finally say “I’ve had enough and I just wanna barf now “&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To define or not to? THAT is the question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Part 2: if you decide to define it as “casual with no expectations “can you handle it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'll have to wait till next week for this one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116291433731421538?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116291433731421538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116291433731421538' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116291433731421538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116291433731421538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/relationships-to-define-or-not-to-can_07.html' title=''/><author><name>ToMomoshi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116284308668576706</id><published>2006-11-06T22:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:03:38.536+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"  &gt;Sex back in the city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys or gals more specifically, i've got gr8 news for all of the SATC fans out there.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like we're gonna have a Sex and the City movie after all :) yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read the following post a few hourse ago on msn entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(KP International) Reunited and it feels so good, reunited cause we understood...that life since Sex and the City hasn't been quite the same. But now there may be a reason to rejoice since rumour has it the long- awaited Sex and the City film has been given the green- light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"obviously, there is still a lot to be worked out contractually, but it would be amazing to get this project off the ground," a source told OK! magazine exclusively. "There is no doubt that fans cannot wait to see the cast all reunited."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The myth that there will be a big-screen version of the hit show was circulated since it ended in 2004. However, there were whispers about problems between cast memebers Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis and Cynthia Nixon, which was supposedly impending the process. looks like differences have been put aside for the greater good of fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;© 2006 Bell Microsoft Corporation and/or their contributors. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116284308668576706?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116284308668576706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116284308668576706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116284308668576706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116284308668576706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/sex-back-in-city-hey-guys-or-gals-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116274524202703341</id><published>2006-11-05T19:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:58:38.470+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;When Did "Out" become the new "In"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging out with a group of my girlfriends all in our mid twenties and mostly single when the sister of one of my friends decided to join us along with her posse, a group of young high school girls so air headed, like OMG could have jumped out of a scene from clueless. ( As if!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started to bitch about their relationships and how some of their boyfriends weren’t making them happy, and how it was time for them to find someone new. They were shockingly vivid and frank about everything, as if we weren’t even in the room. They could’ve cared less who was listening to them nonetheless a bunch of older girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were curious , so we asked one of the girls who seemed quiet and looked innocent enough if she also had a boyfriend. BIG MISTAKE, HUGE!!&lt;br /&gt;The little girl lashed @ us with an evil grin on her face….6ab3an (for sure) as if we were insulting her or something. How dare we assume otherwise, such an atrocity! After all, she was a normal cool girl that “fit in”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started tracing back to the old days when I was still in high school and the idea of dating wasn’t as acceptable as it is today within the younger population. I’m not saying it didn’t happen, cus obviously it did very often but publicizing it wasn’t as common.&lt;br /&gt;A girl would only be able confide within her immediate group of friends if she wanted to “fit in” and avoid being judged by those who were less accepting of the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain a bit further for those of you who didn’t go to school in good old Saudi. a typical school in my day would have several types of Shellas (groups):&lt;br /&gt;A- The conservative Shellas, those usually aren’t very popular.&lt;br /&gt;B- The cool girls that date secretly but pretend they don’t and judge those who do (sometimes members of the shella itself aren’t able to confide within the group)&lt;br /&gt;C- The girls who date openly and don’t give a shit who the fuck finds out, usually known as the soya3&lt;br /&gt;D- The girls who aren’t necessarily dating but aren’t against the idea. They won’t acknowledge that they are dating if they were to shella type A or B but might to shella type C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls from shella A and mostly B would always be on the look out for the next so called “em7’awaya girl” translation ( girl in a relationship). Honestly, how did they come up with this word? Emsa7ba I get, but em7’away just triggers jinn in my book !!!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, back to the so called analysis. Shellas A and B play the role of the hunters, and shellas D and C are the pray.&lt;br /&gt;Not only would a girl dating be in fear of getting caught by her parents, her parents’ friends, her brother,… but of other girls as well. Basically , Anything that moves could be a potential threat that is out to expose her!!!!!!!!!!! Scary shit I know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, everyone was doing it in private but out in the open it was still taboo. Nowadays however, it looks like the tables have turned. Teenage girls are open about their relationships and those who choose not to go with the flow are being considered the outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;I hear stories about young teenagers meeting in deserted houses in compounds and 13 year old girls giving blow jobs to their older boyfriends. People are openly talking about their sexual endeavors and everyone around them is ok about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where I’ve been the past few years…when did things change and what previously was frowned upon become the new norm , when did "OUT" become the new "IN"?&lt;br /&gt;I’m curious to what brought on this change. Will there be more changes in the future and if is this just the beginning of a cycle to bring on a much needed change to things that really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna stress that this post is no way a criticism to those who choose to share or blog about their relationships or even sexual experiences&lt;br /&gt;Frankly , it’s none of our business how people choose to live their lives , wrong or right it’s not our place to judge. Religious beliefs are private things between the individual and god.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who get offended by it , here’s a thought JUST DON”T READ it.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed that some Religious bloggers seem to spend a lot of their precious time browsing the so called “ sinful blogs ” and flooding the comment sections with hurtful messages thinking they are doing good. I understand that most of them feel obligated to guide the “sinners” to the righteous path but some of them go too far.&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, those of us who choose to blog about certain topics are just expressing experiences, feelings , desires or just mere thoughts. We have no hidden agenda to corrupt the Muslim and Arab youth so give yourself a much needed rest and back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s girls: i'm taking a poll here :) , which type of shella did u belong 2?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116274524202703341?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116274524202703341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116274524202703341' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116274524202703341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116274524202703341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-did-out-become-new-in-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116231014577464909</id><published>2006-10-31T18:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:27:02.860+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filehigh.com/serve/22438/286865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.filehigh.com/serve/22438/286865.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys ,&lt;br /&gt;i finally have a logo for my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixup.xpuser.net/uploads/IMG_051106034249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://pixup.xpuser.net/uploads/IMG_051106034249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixup.xpuser.net/uploads/IMG_311006104534.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116231014577464909?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116231014577464909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116231014577464909' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116231014577464909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116231014577464909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-guys-i-finally-have-logo-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116221554185081167</id><published>2006-10-30T16:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:22:44.208+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Perfect Pair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; the other day, a friend from collage I haven’t spoken to in a while and haven’t seen for even longer. The usual small talk, hey what’s up, what’s new, how’s work...&lt;br /&gt;I was in one of my blunt shooting moods so I’m like let me just sum up everything for you and I’ll save you the effort of asking. Ok! He sends me the classic eyebrow raising face, whatever works 4 u my highness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm… let me see now, still in Saudi, still working a job I’m not in love but content with, thinking of going back to school to do my MBA , nothing interesting going on, the usual work , family some friends now and then, everyone around me is getting married oh and I’m still single as ever !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;in a sad sad attempt to comfort me&lt;/em&gt;, it’s okay sweetie don’t rush it, it’ll happen soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could honestly picture his face while he was typing &lt;em&gt;(eye’s shifting to a corner , lips shut tight but spread, cheekbones lifted , eyebrows tightening and gathering to the middle...I’m sure u guys know the face I’m talking about I call it &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;THE FACE&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; wooooooow dude, no consoling required here, who says I’m looking to get hitched anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; sorry, no offence intended, I just figured it should’ve happened by now. Your a beautiful, young, funny, smart girl from a good family after all and people should be lined up at your door by now &lt;em&gt;(ya 3aini 3ala altargee3 was the only thing going on in my mind. &lt;/em&gt;Seriously do u guys go to school to learn this stuff …lines 101 or something?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; A, they’re not&lt;br /&gt;B, even if they were, tough luck cus I don’t intend on getting married anytime soon if ever.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know but the idea of spending the rest of my life with one person, waking up to the same face day after day freaks the hell out of me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; a commitment phobic I see... :) and they say that’s a guys’ thing! It won’t be that scary once you find The One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh boy... THE ONE, what the fuck is that supposed to mean anyhow...the one I love , the one I’m most comfortable with , the one I can’t live without , the one with the brightest future, the cutest one , the niceset on... all of the above?&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to know that this person is the so called ONE, does a light bulb flash in my head? Better yet,what happens if I don’t find him or do but loose him, will I then be ultimately screwed?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny cus. I was just talking to dala3 a few hours ago about a recent Grey’s Anatomy episode related to this One question.&lt;br /&gt;Meredith is high on Meds and is getting prepped for surgery. She’s torn between McDreamy and McVet and looks for Allison the X wife of her lover for advice on how to choose between them, and on how she knew that McDreamy now her X husband was THE ONE instead of the very yummy McSteamy, the guy she is currently sleeping with &lt;em&gt;(I know complicated stuff but try to keep up ;) ).&lt;/em&gt; Allison clearly uncomfortable giving advice to the girl who helped wreck her marriage told her that she picked the guy who wouldn’t hurt her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what we’re supposed to settle for, comfortable, safe, easy, familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect pair of jeans. The girls know what I’m talking about. You go through dozens and dozens of pairs to find the perfect one. The pair that makes your but look perky yet small; u can easily dress up and down, you can actually breathe and be comfortable in. the pair you can always count on to look good when ur not feeling ur best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of looking for the so called perfect pair is exhilarating yet exhausting...just when you think you found them something wrong comes up so you pull urself together and keep looking and looking and looking until you finally find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overwhelmed with happiness and excitement, you can’t wait to put them on and try them with all sorts of outfits :) the more you wear them the more you fall in love with them till one day as you're bringing them out of the dryer all faded and worn out to death you start contemplating what you loved about them in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start thinking of all the other new pairs you were eying in the store while you were on your way to work the other day...Should I bother trying them on, will they look better than the pair I have?&lt;br /&gt;True, they might not be as comfortable or fit as good as my old pair but I sure would like to try them on for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116221554185081167?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116221554185081167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116221554185081167' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116221554185081167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116221554185081167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/10/perfect-pair-i-was-chatting-with-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33197567.post-116204315163514269</id><published>2006-10-28T16:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:33:09.869+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tivo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SaudiAndTheCity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RelationshipTheories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Is Tivo the new Stevo ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lying on my bed on a Thursday night watching "The Nine" on my 42" plasma something I seem to be doing way 2 often these days when Samar calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Samar:&lt;/span&gt; what r up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; nothing just bumming and watching TV with Yaz , what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Samar:&lt;/span&gt; I’m bored, wanna do something ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know...what do u have in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Samar:&lt;/span&gt; anything , JUST ANYTHING I’m bored out of my mind here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; so am I but there's nothing to do here in ... absolutely no actionation whatsoever.... I swear I think aliens abducted everyone worth looking @ in this city !!! y don't u come over and watch TV with us instead , we downloaded a few new shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Samar:&lt;/span&gt; I swear to God that's all u do these days , ur such a looser and I think ur zombiefying me cus I seem to be doing the same. I need new friends for real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; ur such a drama queen ,seriously figure out what u wanna do then call me , or check with Jiji or Kinda maybe they have something in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Samar:&lt;/span&gt; I hate you u know , if u find me dead in my room tomorrow it's all on u !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DC:&lt;/span&gt; I’ll live... yalla go check with the girls and get back to me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar doesn’t it .... u've done everything , been everywhere but everything is blah all of a sudden. The things u used to enjoy to do are no longer fun and u'd rather stay home with McDreamy , Mcsteamy and jack rather than go out. Even if u go out and in some bizarre alternate universe , u end up meeting someone interesting, u probably won't even click with that person and 9/10 times u won't ever c again ! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Prozac anyone ?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seriously what's wrong with this picture?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't single suppose to = free, exciting , endless opportunities, fun the whole shebang. Why would we rather stay home than go out and meet people? are we old lazy and boring or are we just plain worn out and don't wanna waist our energy and time attempting to start something that probably won't work ? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(and yes I realize how pessimistic this sounds , i did offer u prozac earlier!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a theory, an outrageous one but a theory nonetheless. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships are hard work and a degree of uncertainty is unavoidable. Let's face it , in this day and age most of us are unwilling to really put in all this effort and work into a relationship that might not work or settle for something merely mediocre, which it'll probably end up being since we sure as hell won't be getting the perfect fairy tail ending anytime soon !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u come to think of it our relationship with our TV is most stable and rewarding relationship we can actually find these days. I know this sounds crazy but bare with me...u have a set date with a bunch of hot actors who aim to please u every single time, they're never late, mouthy, jealous or clingy, u avoid all the relationship drama and u don't even need to dress up for them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33197567-116204315163514269?l=saudiandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/116204315163514269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33197567&amp;postID=116204315163514269' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116204315163514269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33197567/posts/default/116204315163514269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saudiandthecity.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-tivo-new-stevo-im-lying-on-my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Dazed and Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519198870945265500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjPNf3_dqs/TPNbZBBhdXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vKuvcd1A6y4/S220/SATC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry></feed>
