Too much fun?

I've just realised I truly enjoy reading my own blog. Is this normal? Well, it doesn't matter. What somehow matters is that I hope you're enjoying my blog as much as I am.

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

My dearest GOD

Ecclectic styles:

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Dear GOD,

Thank you for making me who I am. Thank you for putting me through all those problems and dilemmas and making me slightly wiser and stronger. Thank you for blessing me with excellent health and a killer bod, lol. Thank you for giving me this family, I wouldn't trade them for the world, even the bad apples. Thank you for my job. Thank you for my friends. Thank you for all my good fortunes which I don't want to start naming.

I am forever grateful GOD.

I love you GOD

Yours sincerely,
Sedeso

The Office Boy

Always sporting a huge smile when he brought me my daily dose of Chai. No matter what the weather conditions were, no matter how many deliveries he had to make, that smile amazingly never left his lips. Not even an office boy, just a boy who brings tea. He amazed me. I would see him rush to answer the call of prayer on time. I always wondered how much these office boys get payed. Peanuts I bet. Was he content with his life? Did he have a wife and children to support back home? Maybe not because he looked too young.

His name is Yousuf by the way. Yousuf, Joseph, Giuseppe, in Islam all imply the most beautiful human being ever created by GOD. Not the Greek Mythology's Helen, or the Trojan Paris, but Yousuf, who owned 50% of the universe's beauty. I guess this office boy was also beautiful in the way he carried his smile around.

So, why the sudden mention of the office boy? Well, I just called to order my daily dose of Chai and the person who picked up said: Yousuf went to hospital because his father is very ill.

I felt upset. Very upset for him. And the first thing I said was a prayer for him and his father.

The office boy, the maid, the cab driver, the cleaners are all human beings who haven't been blessed with monetary riches. Again I wish there were no poor people on this earth. But as always, GOD has a plan.

Please say a little silent prayer for Yousuf's father.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

The ONLY way to lose weight

I have lost 1.5kgs in the past week. Nadi saw me and commented on how good my face looked. I do feel slightly slimmer and my clothes are slowly fitting more loosely. No diet. No exercise. Do you want to know the secret?

It's simple. Ever since La Vache joined, I have been annoyed at her, stressed because of her, and angry at the fact that she is trying to beat me at the (hot figure) game. So Most of the time I have no appetite to eat until my tummy starts rumbling.

If you are desperate for some weight loss, just go to work with your Nemesis.

Coveted item du jour:
this Cavalli evening gown:



Till we meet again,
Sedeso

I Pity Her

In the past few days, my feelings have been slightly evolving. I've started pitying one of the girls I despise most mainly because I realized how messed up and insecure she really must be from the inside. A confident person is one who is comfortable in their own skin and won't really care what they wear. They'll be dressed casually most of the time because they have nothing to prove to others. Putting aside those people who will dress OTT for their own pleasure, most people are trying to hide major insecurities by overdoing the bling and designer look. Please don't deny it. Just look around and see how big the FAKE designer industry has grown. They want to appear bigger and better and can't afford the real thing, so it's fakes for them. Again, insecure and wanting to be someone they aren't, correct?

Then come those like (La Vache) who'd wear the Fakes so confidently and flaunt it. So tell me again, how messed up is she? It's so bad that she has to roll her sleeves only for me to see what brand of watches she's sporting. It's so bad that she will put her fake handbag on the desk in front of my eyes, lol. I wonder what her reaction will be if she ever stepped foot into my wardrobe? A priceless look I bet.

Now if you were in my place, wouldn't you feel sorry for someone like that? Wouldn't you feel so sorry for someone who wakes up before sunrise just to dress up for work?

I still hate her and hope to GOD that her path drifts far far away from mine.

Coveted Item du jour: Something from the Groom LV collection:



Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Ignorance is Bliss

Definitely true. I intend to live by this rule with La Vache from now on and I hope she gets the hint. Sweet talk didn't work in the first 5 minutes so it's TALK TO THE HAND HONEY from now on.

Okay, enough for the depressing mood and let's move onto something slightly more cheerful. I simply cannot wait for the next Harry Potter movie and the final book. This shall be an interesting summer.

Coveted item du jour:

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Bully

Unbelievable. I'll be 30 in a few years time and I'm still being bullied? From LA VACHE. What a cow, truly. Whatever happened to growing up and maturing? Huh?

Naddy, please slap her for me, pretty please.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Scary? Evil? Black-hearted me?

<== Scary eye make-up. Okay, I still hate her but mixed feelings do exist. The equation goes like this: 90% I hate her + 5% I feel sorry for her + 5% I'm happy for her misfortune = 100% normal feelings. Do these feelings make yours truly evil and black-hearted? I don't think so, not even an ounce. You see, we're talking here of a horrible, horrible, jealous girl. I slightly feel sorry that she's been jobless for so long, but part of me feels this is justified because of her nastiness. So yes, incase you're still lost, that horrible girl has joined my workplace. I looked at her and thought: I'm beautiful in a sexier kind of way, I'm slimmer, I was there first, I have more experience, my boss loves me, I'm successfully dividing my time between 2 workplaces, I'm too scared of carrying on with this list in case I jinx myself. 

And btw, she looks abit like some sort of animal but I'm not sure which one yet. A koala? A skunk? I can't put my finger on it but I'm sure there is an animal out there that resembles her.

Again, I will NOT wish any badness on her. I will simply ask GOD to keep her away from me, my path, my life and my successes.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Oh yeah, I took an online blogthing test and here's the result:

You Have A Type A Personality

You are hyper, energetic, and always on the mood You tend to succeed at everything you attempt And if you don't succeed at first, you quickly climb your way to the top!You could be called a workaholic, but you also make time for fun As long as it's high energy and competitive, you're interested . You have the perfect personality for business and athletic success

Sweat Aphrodisiac

Sounds disgusting doesn't it? Yes I know, I've always thought this way too. But an incident today changed my mind.

If you get disgusted too easily, then do not read this post. But if you're interested, then go ahead and be my guest.

The computer guy came to my office today to fix my connection. As he approached my desk I looked up and thought to myself, hhmm, interesting. Looks Syrian perhaps. He was fair in a glowing kind of way. No harm in looking at and enjoying the sight of a good-looking man.

I picked up my phone and left my desk to allow him to fix my connection. I sniffed as I passed by and the man has obviously sweated and you know what: honestly, there was something very sexy about him. I found myself saying hum hhmm the way black women do about a hot man in movies, lol.

Now hold on a second and before I hear those eeww noises from you let me remind you that there's a difference when a clean man sweats than when a dirty man sweats. And before you carry on with more noways and eewws, let me remind you that scientifically it has been proven that men's sweat increases certain hormone levels in women and let's not forget the role of PHEROMONES.

Now you can go make as many eww noises as you like because I simply do not care you freak. Lol.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Stop Worrying and Start Living.

Bought the book thinking it might help. Read the first 20 pages and decided to put it down for good. How did it become an international bestseller I don't know.

Only one piece of advice really helped and it came from my counselor in the summer of '05. I was telling her about how frightened I was about my future and her reply to me was: What's the worst that could happen?

Every time I gave her another reply of an excuse to be more worried again she replied to me: What's the worst that could happen? And just like that, the worst did not seem as frightening. As long as I've got my health, my sanity, and a loving family, I should fear no one. And now, I look around me and think to myself: the worst part is long gone and I have only a brighter future to look forward to by God's Grace.

Another piece of advice that has helped me in the past was during a rough time when I was trying to get over a broken heart. Aigrem, bless her, saw the state I was in and told me: Don't you love yourself? Don't you have any respect for yourself? If you truly loved yourself, then quit hurting yourself. Again, just like that, getting over that issue got much easier.

A few words, that hit me in the right spot taught me a lesson and changed my life to the better. A few words did more to improve my life than a bestseller book.

  

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

My Biggest Crush

Since the early 90's, I've been obsessed with a little boy from a TV ad. Back then, he was the most perfect-looking boy I ever laid my eyes on, whether that be in real life or TV. His face got imprinted in my memory and my obsession with him slowly got deeper with time. I used to dream about him, daydream about him, fantasize about him. I don't know what it was about his face but it was the only face I could recall every detail about.

The obsession got even bigger when I recorded that TV ad on a betamex tape and would watch his bit over and over and over again. Every single man I came across I would turn into him/his face when he wasn't around.

Never did I stop for 1 second and question my sanity. Never did I doubt my sanity in the first place. Adoring him was the only normal feeling I had. His memory was there with me, during my high school years, with fights, when I left school, when I moved to university, it was always him him him.

It's been 16 years now since that first time I saw him in that TV ad, and I'm a fully grown, balanced woman, but his face is still the most perfect face I have ever known. He still haunts my dreams and fantasies and when I think of him, the face is still the same but the body is that of a late 20's fit man.

Seldom have I considered searching for him but I was always too busy with school/work. It never was a bad obsession to me but a healthy feeling. Besides this obsession, I've had a pretty normal, fun life.

And yesterday I came across that ad and it all came back to me, all those emotions..

He is probably a married middle-aged man now with a few children and perhaps slightly overweight, but I am so tempted to find him, not to love him but simply to see what he's like now and get him out of my system once and for all. I am getting bored of imagining his face on every guy's body.

So should I try? Or should I use the powers of the earth to summon him to me?
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Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Mrs Deni's comment

I remember in 5th or 6th grade, Mrs. Deni addressed the french class with something that, made more sense then than it does now. I don't even know what triggered this memory. But her close to accurate words were:

Sedeso will probably be the first to get married from you lot. Eastern men like her type. She's tall, fair, pretty, and has long hair.  

She immediately categorized me into the 'marriageable' type based on my looks.  Superficial I know.

I look back now and consider the possibilities. Renee S whom we all thought would be the last to get hitched was actually the first to go. She always had that careless attitude about the whole issue but seems very happy now. Whereas the ones who were brainwashed into thinking they are worth nothing in this society unless they get married and have always been very keen are still 'single'.

I surely do despise plenty of issues belonging to this society's mentality.

-for sticking more to horrendous traditions than the proper religion
-for calling a woman (of lesser purity) simply because she menstruates
-for always assuming that a break up is the woman's fault
-for considering bare-faced women pious and nice looking women with some makeup on as sluts
-for always saying women's reputations get tainted more easily than men's
-for the alarmingly high marital - cheating rates
-and many many more reasons.

But most important of all, I despise this mentality for making women feel inferior and incomplete unless they get married and no degree, wealth, or success is ever good enough. It doesn't matter if her husband abuses her. It doesn't matter if she is unhappy. By their standards, her vocation in life is to get married and have children and give up everything to achieve this dream. It's not like she is a human being and has the right to decide whether she wants to get married or remain single.

Somebody needs to explain this to my mother and tell her how wrong this way of thinking is before she drives both herself and yours truly mad.

On a more cheerful note, I remind you of a scene from MY BIG FAT GREEK WEDDING, when the father pulls a baby's frown and cries: why you make me sad? Why you not get married and have babies. 

Till we meet again,
Sedeso