For Better and For Worse

Two days ago I was nagging about how much my lil sis gets on my nerves. But when she fell sick, all am thinking god the house is dead without her usual fights over the remote control and her screams to take her to buy the new Hello Kitty! Pencil case. Which am sure she has the exact same one thrown somewhere in her room.

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The quality of life

The more it becomes simple, the more it becomes enjoyable.

I was scrolling down at my previous posts when the one posted on the 9th of November 2008 made me stop. I ran a scenario of all days that had passed from that particular day till today. Have I ever thought I'd go through a Huge amount of self-exploration, verge-of-depression sometimes and a feeling of victory at most? certainly not, I thought life is such a piece of cake. Truly "Work" is one of the finest experiences anyone could encounter. I don't think I came out learning to be strong as much as I learned to be open-minded, respectful and very determine to shut off any creature that says "you can't do it".

I feel that all of a sudden my interests, my topics has changed. I'm more interested now to improve the quality of my life and myself in particular. I want to enjoy new hobbies. I no longer want to read fiction, I find my joy reading things I can relate to in my life. I have finished Outlier. Great great read indeed. And now I have started The Pursuit of Happyness by Chris Gardner. This book which I got from Amazon right after watching the movie (2 days in row dragging my friends with me to cry over that scene when Chris Jr runs his hand on Will Smith's cheek and tell him: You are a good Papa) But I kept it as a decorative item in my room. I wonder what got to me to dust it off and flip through the first page which reads: Go Forward.

The Flash Lights of Past Life

- Nana *my great grandmother* laying down on the floor with her head on brother's lap. She handed me a golden tweezer and asked me to pluck her eyebrows. I thought to myself! walla old ladies never miss the opportunity to look glam

- A cold wind blew my hair all over the place. Our little boat in lake beuna vista . We were listening to very energetic kuwaity song and I could remember our hysterical laughters when the boat broke down in the middle of no where and Joody screams at me to hand her the steering wheel

- Me & Mzmz sitting in the shady bench overlooking the small pond at the university. We were listening to Abdu. A moment of silence followed by: Have you been in love?

- The moment my eyes falls at that picture. A person I did not know anything about. Few months later, my life was all about it

- Auntie was hanging the laundry, I came running: ummy jabaaat walaaad, bysamoonah Mansour. A huge smile on my auntie's face and a reply: 7elo ismah. She looked like her mind started wandering for the time her turn will come

- My family laying down on blanket, in front of the beach. My mom's usual rice & sh3eereia. Dad's red cassette player and my white monkey which I considered my baby throughout my childhood years.

- Mom's driving me & my bro with her newly purchased red mercedes, taking us all over Abu Dhabi. That famous fountain, children playing football and the smell of kabab bbq-ing "tfta7 el nafssss"

- The moment I did my first horse canter, I was transferred to another world

- I decided to hop in another school bus and go to my friend's house. My first experience to try Yamani Cuisine. Tasty Mandi & Besbas left me in la la land

- I was in charge of getting balloons for our friend's surprise party. In the way to her house I heard the song : la 5a6aweena waraha lega, wen tlagaina, tlagaina eb shega

- Climbing what seemed like 1000 stairs to my cousins' friend house in ksa. The house was very dark and trees were so old and tall. She had a huge fish tank in her room. I was scared

- I was writing my english assignment when the news hit on 9/11

- My tears falling down when I saw the documentary on Princess Diana death

- My kuwaity cousins, My saudi cousins being all-nighters. All of us gathered around my aunt who was chopping cucumber and drizzling it with salt & lemon

- Our great seafood bbq at my grandfather's house in KSA. The smell of the "gabgoob" in my plastic plate

The flashlights are countless, it makes me blow a huge sigh coming from a heart that has been through it all. I could look back at my life and feel myself being the "outlier". To much more nice memories and sad ones too. Being open to everything in life, to the fact that remembering these smaller details build our gratitude to everyone who has been part of it.

The Fragile Truth

The terminology of Hurt:

1- There comes the time, unexpected scenarios play in a mid of your peaceful day. And it ruins whatever you built or thought you built. It's the unexpected truth about people you care about. In the larger scale of relationship, I wonder how honesty is supposed to be measured.

2- The struggle to end something you dearly loved. Protected and felt special about. Then the "fragile as a web" truth came out and you felt that Trust-worthy people are very few in this time. I don't want to sound too dramatic, yet I have to, because everyone can relate to a story when a person goes on and on about something and how that thing is very bad and stupid, then suddenly you figure they were doing it. It's just a way to make themselves look good.

3- I once asked a person very close to me how can he cope with lose. The answer was: I would be feeling hurt for two days and that's it. That's how men think! tough?

4- Girls on the other hand decide Not to move on. It is like we enjoy the heartache and the shortness of breathe and all that sort of movie-like drama. Wake up! life is not Carrie & Mr.Big *lel2asaf :( *

Bottom line and what I personally think is the most important factor to not being hurt is: do not build high expectations on people whom one day will come out to show their other side. The side that they chose not to reveal to anyone.

Frustration

Of myself. Period

Saturday night

I ditched a trip to the mall for a "me" time spent with Marie Claire, Green tea with fresh mint leaves and a rich sofa.

I've been hating driving lately. Going to work everyday seems like a Huge burden every morning. Dad told me I should be lucky for that some girls would die to have my freedom. I don't know about that. I just got bored.

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Reunion

The best part of Ramadan is the huge urge you feel to reconnect with you "lost" loved ones.

The times I've been a hostess to gatherings could be counted in my single hand. I was never fascinated by the whole idea. However, particularly since last year I changed my interests.

The process of planning your guest lists, the theme colors and how it coordinates with the dinner ware. Then it comes the menu planning, the grocery shopping and finally picking the right flowers. I love being a Girl :)

Tonight. I got to see my school friends. It's been 5 years. We all changed physically I.e being prettier :p but deep down still the same. We remembered the day of our graduation. We secretly got Hussain Al Jasmi cassette to the class and started "practicing". The moment we got the tunes right, the most strict teacher opened the door.

We froze!

I vividly remember one of the girls standing still trying to be a statue, the other under the chair and the other behind the curtain.

I can't feel my face muscles after all the continues laughing.

p.s THANK you shaima, for sending the yummiest dessert everrr! you made me loook goood :P

The other 7amada

For those who watched "Fe'6a galbha abya'6" last Ramadan. 7amada was the super adorable boy, Su3ad Abdullah claimed to be her son. Now he is all grown up in "Um el Banat".

Although I don't know what Is his real, nor anything honestly. But he Is one of those lil kids I instantly feel attached to.

Is this normal?
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It's weekend

And it's time to roll up my sleeves and help mom in the kitchen.

What are you guys cooking in Ramadan ?

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Tuscana

A drawing session with my lil sis. It's very uplifting especially when she think I'm the next Da Vinci. I wish I could improve my humble drawing skills.
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Little Puffs

My sister's own creation. I promised her, one day I will open her own Bakery.

Today I went back to work after my three weeks annual leave. Nothing has changed except the place being more and more quite. It's very killing for the extrovert that I am. However, I missed my cute and bubbly team. And the fact that they were extremely happy to see me meant so much.

On the other hand, I drove for an Hour to go back home. A series of accidents closed down all the exits of the city. Frustration was everywhere around me. In the voices of my friends driving the same routs and the girl's facebook status bars since checking your FB was a cool option while waiting for el "faraj".
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7amadaaaaa

Mohammed is the son of my bestie/cousin "z". I love him to the extent, I named myself his godmother. I'm still not sure what responsibilities that entitles me to lol.

Isn't he such a cutie ?

Today, me and my little sis decided to make some dessert. Mom got this new hand-held mixer and we wanted to try it out. Baked Cheesecake was our choice. Oh boy what a failed attempt. I don't know what is the deal with me and dessert making. It never turns out right. Although the cheesecake tasted delish, but it looked horrible. The crust was very butter-y and the filling was only half an inch :(

Pre Ramadan Thoughts

Although a sudden stomachache is bugging me right now. I really want to greet you all, for the upcoming holly month of Ramadan. It always always feels special and different. And no ramadan feels like the previous one.

Tonight, I went grocery shopping with my parents. The last time I went to this supermarket with my dad was couple of years ago. I used to have only one class at the university and every time my dad picks me up, we had to pass by this supermarket. My favorite part was piling every thing I want into the trolly. I never cared how much, how many!. All I knew dad is paying. He had always warned me that the day will come when I handle my own stuff. And it did come. Gosh how much I hate responsibilities! lol financial ones of course.

Every time I promise mom that this time I will really be there for her cooking lessons. It takes me two times and I slack around. But this time, I want to make it happen. I want to learn how to make our proper rice with different side dishes :D and probably invite my besties to try'em out.

Off-topic, I really really miss my grandma. I hope she is living with us rather than miles away. I feel like I'm going to regret every second of my life I spent without her presence.

Quickies:

Shosho: Happy belated birthday my sweetest friend. 7agch 3alay :( prepare yourself for a legaimat-full day at my place

A Great "You"

You always make me feel bad when I:

- Eat Pizza or Pasta
- Say the New rashid is as good as the new Majeed
- Nag about someone
- Don't go to the gym
- Drive fast
- BB while driving
- Sleep late
- Say Coffee is ugly
- Debate Friends is better than Seinfeld
- Share my opinion it all ........ etc

Regardless, when the times come and I need you, your big ears are ready and set to take it all in.

You truly stand out of the crowd :)

Here's for the one person I care not to lose.

If we could do anything, we could do this!

Little gestures have a great impact on people.

In this particular time of the year. The heat! Humidity and the increasing number of workers under the sun. What could we do?

"Cold Water Campaign" is basically distributing water bottles to workers on the street. Those who we pass through and see while we're cruising around the city.

Just think of the "Ajer" from Allah to quench the thirst of the workers. Their thankful smiles would keep you going the who day if you could.

It's very simple. Buy a box of water bottles from your nearest supermarket. Keep the box opened next to you and cruise the street happily us your usual days. Once you see a group of workers, just stop and offer them the bottles. Believe me they won't say no. Bl3aks they would come rushing with a huge smile on their faces. This could also be a great activity for a group of friends. And it's also open for a little creativity.

Let's make our city, our life a better one :)

P.s bloggers you are welcome to distribute the message in your spaces.
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A collection of thoughts

In any kind of relationship. There got to be limits drown to where a discussion should end. To where a comment could be thrown in the middle.

I have always thought saying things is as easy as making it happen. But it wasn't. Don't we sometimes regret representing ourselves as the sweetheart in relationships. The person who is the "sponge" in the relationship

I built my way of dealing with people according to the saying "treat others like you want them to be treated". But I guess the other parties sometimes think selfishly. They say whatever they want because they are "something" to you. In other words "ymonooon 3alaina"

Since there is nothing called a perfect relationship. Allowing few incidents to sneak in is normal. Because it show you one or two things about yourself. About how you dragged yourself to the bottom. The bottom of what could be called a relationship.

On the higher note. There are the people who understands you perfectly. Who respects you for who you are; they see you as a combination of feelings. They know what to say, what to do in the right time. They fail to make you angry or sad. Guess what! those people are not your closest. They are from your reach. We always like to be around our opposites.

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Yesterday. I was wondering why god created the life cycle?

Why do people die! I don't want my life to stop being normal after anyone close to me "just stop being there"

Having thought of that. Mom was struck with her Migraine day. We all know when that simple thing happens she has to be rushed to the hospital because ain't nothing could soothe the pain unless it's an injection of Voltarine. Just seeing her being sick, made me think of the huge responsibility I have toward my brothers. I have to mentally grow myself 10 years older to be with them while she's at the hospital.

What's even more fascinating that I myself have a smoother version of migraine that comes now and then. It s fascinating to me because it makes me feel excatly how my mom goes through. They say doctors can't feel our pain. Because they simply don't know the kind of pain we go through. But when it comes to my mom, I know excatly what she feels. I can touch the right nerves and feel her pain. I know what to massage and what not to touch. Sub7an Allah.

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Pre-Ramadan time feels dull this year. It feels like summer then somehow it's Ramadan time. not quite right!
I hate the messages I get about forgiving others. I think people should ask for forgiveness all the time. "if" they knew they hurt others. They shouldn't wait for Ramadan. Or not bad talk about people throughout the year and use the holly month as an excuse to forgiveness. I don't know it gets to me. Anyho. Allah Ysami7 el jmeee3 :)

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It' funny that I was watching Bee Movie and Barry the Bee "narrated by the brilliant Jerry Seinfeld" was saying that rather than feeling angry and stinging others which will obviously kill the bee himself, he jokingly suggested writing an angry letter and throwing it away. In my case, typing an angry post always cools me down.

La Dolce Vita

I loved every moment I spent in Italy. I ate so much and drank a lot of coffee that I can't focus till the end of this post.

I'm just speechless of how wonderful Italians are. Very "very" respectful to our culture. Their laid back lifestyle is unbeatable.

For some reason, every time I travel, I get hooked to Kathem Al Saher music. This time, it's "Ana wa Layla". I feel like he is really singing to me ;)

Back Home

Nothing feels like Home. Like the crisp white sheets, the rich warm duvet and the smell of my lemon shower gel.

For the past 10 days I spent abroad I honestly didn't miss anything back in the country. I was on touch with my loved ones and that what mattered the most to me.

Until I unpack my so over weight luggage and clean up my room. I will update about the Fab time I had.

Stay tuned :)

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So Romantic

Adish Kan fe nas, 3al mafra2 ton6or nas!

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Friday

Ya sheen 9amt el galb la 9ert '3ayeb :(

when you are completely disappointed

You become hostile. You count the moments you spent with them. You count the amount of stories you told them. You count the times you talked about them in front of everyone. You count the moments you thought you are the luckiest.

Until, you see their other side. The darkest most hidden side.

And guess what, it's the side that they say they completely disapprove, they loathe to see it on other people. They make you believe they are a blessing from god and one of a kind.

This post is dedicated to those who everyday, we discover; they weren't worth our time.

How to Handle "Girls"

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Behind Every Cloud

Could we see that silver lining? *sigh*
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McDonald's

I could live in there :)
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Red is my current favorite

"Love" is in the air

The time I realized I'm back to life

What's more "crucially" needed this time of the year? those wayferers of course. Is it navy or black? I'm kind of very sleeping deprived to focus.

I came back from my short break spent with my extended family. I lost my beloved glasses while being too busy checking my tan and scrubbing the effect of work stress and ugliness. I feel super refreshed for now, yet I feel like I went away for 10 years from my daily routine. I kind off also blame the BB hype, where I rarely check anything online other than movie sessions at the cinema.

This break also marks the progress on how I'm following the new plan for my life. The story goes back to that particular morning.

I was driving to work with my usual "Sout Al Khaleej" on the radio. The representer pointed out a study conducted at a university for a several years on two groups of people. The study concluded that those who buy "memories" with their money, turned out to be happier than those who spent their money buying things they used for a period of time i.e "clothes, jewelry, etc". That simple equation lift me completely startled for the fact that it never occured to me, the best memories I have required so little money or nothing.

Try closing your eyes and focus on the first memory that comes into your mind. It might be a laughter with a friend while cruising the car with a nice music on the background. It might be a hug you shared with a person out of bursting moment of emotions. Or it might be an ice cream scope that goes into your mouth in a very hot summer. So so many memories we could recall, none could be recalled for splurge of money. Well, the experience itself could be remembered but not the actual purchase.

So after the new revolutionary understanding of life "lol that's what I have been calling it these days", I decided to make it clear to everyone that I want to spend my break recording as much memories as I can.

Result: totally unforgettable trip. Unstopped laughters with my cousins and aunts. All nighters eating nothing but baskin robin's chocolate mousse scoped into mini cones. Stealing every moment of the day to hug my grandma and tell her how much I adore her. I even had moments where I sat just looking at her, feeding my eyes of her beautiful face. A face, I can't promise to see for years to come. A smell of oud mixed with whifs of powdery roses. And a voice that enchanted: Layla 7abeebat qalbiii everytime I passed.

Memories of travel could make up almost 70% of our bank of memories. Our 5 senses work its best when we travel. We smell, taste, listen, touch and see new things. Things that would change our way of thinking and build our life. And even if we didn't travel, opening ourselves to the opportunity of trying new things is enough.

Ain't no boundries to what a person can do.

BB "thought"

" A person who doesn't love you at your worse, doesn't deserve you at your best"


P.s I love meaningful Blackberry broadcasts :)
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The 50 Degrees Summer

Tennis

Photography

Gym

Swimming classes

Reading

Hot chocolate on daily basis *I had to break the rule*

DVD's marathon

Just a few notes from my July/August to do list. Getting back on shape physcially and intellecually would be the perfect summer plan for me.

A lot has happened in my life lately, big big changes. El7amdellah very good ones especially work wise. And I know I haven't been updating like before, sorry for that my dearest readers.

Every once in a while we pass around this phase where boredom is all around the place. Suddenly everything seem dull and blah. I knew that phase is approaching me anytime soon, so I rushed into making lists and filling out my soon to be very empty scheduale. Knowing my friends are also traveling and leaving me alone made it worse.

Wish you all a happy tan-full summer

Around the House in a Weekend

Ma nesainah

Ma nesainah

Roo7o goloola tarana ma nesainah 

A song being stuck in my head for the whole lazy weekend. Mom would occasionally sing it with me, especially when we were all gathered around the pool dangling our legs to enjoy a little cool from this killing heat. A pesto chicken sandwich in one hand, and an i-pod in the other. 

I haven't been to much lately, work home work. And yes, my university graduation. It passed so fast that it took me two days to realize, oh hey the ceremony happened for real. 

Also the fact that I finally wrapped up Sienfeld finale with a few tears knowing how much the 9 seasons accompanied me on the most needed time. 

Looking forward for a new day tomorrow? naah 

p.s I miss my blog 

Dolce vita

When it's planned, a second ago

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when calories don't count anymore

Makes Your Day

Food enjoyed at the most random places with Great Friends. It's makes my day :)
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