A second chance to live?

A Queen.

What a Queen_____________________________

We've all suffered from parents who try to get too involved in our lives. They aim to control everything about us: from the friends we choose to the major we chose to study; from our fashion sense to our career options. Some of us get our way but a lot of us don't. A lot of us will have controlling parents even once we've formed our own families.

Let us call it 'Parents Butting-in Syndrome'. What causes it? Obviously one reason. They want us to fulfill their own dreams. They want to see their hopes achieved through us. And yes it is not fair. And yes, it's very hard to break away from all that. And yes, many of us never manage to escape this ordeal.

Another smaller cause is that these parents suffer from the (I know it all, I know best) mentality. How many times have we had to endure: "I'm your mother/father, I know more, and you will do as I say as long as you're living under my roof". What is the answer to this little problem? Remaining calm in the vain hope that we could try to convince them of our opinions later (and this never works)? Moving out as a means of escaping?

I don't know. All I know is that I shall keep this post as a reminder for myself as to what I do not want to become as a parent. I just hope it works. And again, I hope the future will be kinder than the past.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

In a moment of Madness

Pscychiatric wards are filled with so-called mad people. Mad people who imagine things. Mad people who talk to objects. Mad people who interact with imaginary people. Mad people who cannot tell what is reality and what isn't and who might either harm themselves or others. But aren't we all mad? Have you ever passed by a bridge and though: " What if I jumped of this bridge and died? Its so simple."

Have you ever picked up a sharp knife and thought to yourself: "What if I just stabbed myself? Will it hurt?".

Have you ever been so angry and thought to yourself: " What if I just slapped him/her? What if I just punched her to death?"

We all have those moments where if a psychiatrist read whats in our minds, then he'd label us mad. But what stops some of us from committing these actions? Guilt? Fear? For me, I guess its a mixture of both.

My last moment of madness: I was sittting across my sister and thought to myself, what if I took a pair of scissors and chopped off her long locks? What's the worst that could happen?

So tell me, what's yours?

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

What women want

What do middle eastern women want? About 90% of them want a secure marriage. 5% want wealth. 3% want health, and about 1% want to be self-content.  These stats may not be accurate, but if they prove anything, it's that marriage is the number 1 topic occupying their minds. [Insert FWD 2021:totally wrong assumptions, and stats my child.  also not all women are obsessed about getting married like you]I don't blame them, but blame this silly society that taught them they are nothing if they're not married. They're not complete if they haven't found a man to share their lives with.

Many of them might kid themselves and say success and a career top their lists. But it is these same women that give up their careers at the drop of a hat just to be with their families.

What do I want? Well, I look at my proposal options and think: Thanks but no thanks. Most of my options and not worth it, not worth giving up my time for. I want a career, a successful one. Yes, at this moment in time, I need a career. I need to feel the buzz of work, waking up early, strong milky coffee first thing, a deadline to work towards, some hostility from my co-workers, a joint lunch at the cafe/pub. I want all that. Right now, I need that so as not to become mad from boredom. Yes, that's what I want. [insert FFWD September 2010: Funny how you are denying your instincts and urges]

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Gorgeous Wedding Gowns, Nést Ce Pas?
Till we meet again,

Sedeso

Londres

It is Summertime now, and Loonies are increasing tremendously in the Capital. You'll find them dressed to the nines, roaming the streets of Knightsbridge, sipping their Cappuccinos, pretending to be of a higher status and class. A false glance, then a smile, then a trip to the toilet, where the idiot is waiting to swap numbers. Then begins the false love affair, where both sides benefit monetarily. And in a few months' time, a broken heart and a new affair. Will this story ever end? Will those people ever get bored?

I doubt it. The street will change and so will the cafe. The characters will change, but the scenario will keep on repeating itself as long as those 'loonies' exist.

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Cute outfits for Londres, n'est ce pas?

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Shopping

It's the sale season and the shops are overcrowded. Too many shopaholics around. There are great bargains everywhere but for some odd reason, I cannot find anything worth buying. I need flat brown and black comfy shoes and a good-fitting pair of greyish jeans. All I came home with is a face moisturizer and a controversial book (Daughters of Riyadh). Not bad for a first attempt.

What makes a person a good shopper? Tolerance and patience in my opinion. I always prefer to shop alone. It's more fulfilling and I don't have to endure other annoying shopping habits such as taking too long in any shop, cussing what looks good on me, and causing me to end up being in a bad mood too.

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Lovely Evening Gowns:
Till we meet again,

Sedeso

Highway to Self-destruction

There are too many new diets and weight loss plans nowadays. They range from the Atkins, no-carb diet to the cabbage soup diet. Cut out carbs, no mangoes, no white bread, only wholegrain, no fried foods, no full-fat milk or cream, only skimmed; count your calories, only 1200 per day. Too many rules to consider before eating anything, and by the time we've found something to eat, we're usually too hungry, hence we end up pigging out on unhealthy and processed foods. Crazy new ideas are evolving too, such as the Nutritionist craze or food-plan companies that deliver your 'healthy' meals to your doorstep. And what's all that for? Obviously to be slim, and look like a model.

Then, putting food control aside comes plastic surgery. I need a slimmer nose, I need more pouty lips;I need to diminish my love handles; I need to lift my bottom; I need to have my breasts enlarged, I need to have a tummy-tuck...etc. Too much pressure to improve one's self-image. I believe this is the road to self-destruction as many people tackle their lack of self-confidence and fill the voids in their lives in such drastic manners. Most of these people are unhappy I believe.

Whatever happened to a healthy balanced diet and regular exercise?!??!? PS: Every girl should own the below scale.

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Till we meet again,
Sedeso

A new interest

Recently, I've been paying a lot of attention to house decorations and furniture. No matter what new style interests me, I always go back to my love for boudoirs, Parisien chic, and elegance, the whole 1920's style. Add a bit of '30s and 40's Jazzy generation, and I love it. I adore the whole cigar, tousled mini-dresses theme. Along with smokey rooms, tuxedos, and vibrant red lipstick. But then, what's not to be adored about that era?

Par example, the photo on the right. I love the whole stone-washed Venetian-style furniture, and the masks (which scream Mardi Gras). Pastel green and off-white make a great combo. Pencil skirts should never grow out of fashion and neither should black french stockings.

I'm still quite unsure about the dress design I should go for. I have one design in mind, but the only down-fall is the closed neckline which won't allow me to wear a necklace.

Till I settle on a design, 

adios mis amigos.

Sedeso

Being content

 

I love the way things are now. I love spending a lot of Me time. I love being away from that whole IT scene. I love being able to sleep as much as I want. I love reading a good book and having tea and cakes in the afternoon.
 

I hate being popular. I hate being in the spotlight all the time. I hate those so-called 'open-minded' corrupt people. I hate those double-standard 'religious' people. I hate staying up late. I hate stress. I hate a lifestyle that lacks exercise. I hate people who fake it.

Perhaps this forced time-off is a blessing in disguise.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Family values

I am currently loving everything vintage, lacey and boudoir-inspired.It's sad to see brothers taking their brothers to court. It's sad to see children taking their parents and dumping them in nursing homes. It's sad to know that grandparents are only visited once a week. It's sad that family members don't sit down together for a meal anymore. And it's sad that most youths have shut their close ones out of their lives and prefer to be alone most of the time.[insert FFWD September 2010: But it surely is the reality of things isn't it?]

In the past decade, people in this region started rising in success, becoming more rich and losing bits of their soul. لما اجت المصاري تغيروا الناس. It's sad to see that plenty of good morals have been lost. And they say I am the one who's changed and become more westernized?!??!!

Well, at least I still love my brothers and sisters and want them to be united together. At least I beg them to all sit-down and have a meal together, what's left of them anyways. At least I emphasize that we should all watch tv together and use it as an opportunity to bond instead of everyone watching tv on their own, in their rooms. Oh well, I am the one who can change my own future and ensure that good morals live on.

Eating: Hot Flamin Cheetos
Drinking: Skimmed milk
Wearing: white fluffy bathing robe and orange socks
Browsing: libellula's blog, hotmail.com, wikipedia.org, alpacinofan club site
Reading: Encore by Monique Ralph High
Loving: Mimi
Hating: The Cheetos I just ate.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Random

 <;== Drooling over him in his prime.
Eating: Biryani
Drinking: water
Wearing: denim pants and a brown embroidered chiffon Qameez
Browsing: Email, wikipedia.org, glamour.co.uk, hotmail.com, banoota.net
Loving: My hair right now
Hating: The fact that nothing I do is ever good enough.
Dreaming: of travelling to Turkey this summer with Mimi.
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Oh how I crave a Chanel lil Box.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso