Book marathon

Don't worry, I haven't neglected my reading marathon. True, I'm not in the first place yet but it's comforting to know that I'm on the right track. March is nearing its end and I'm on my 12th book. Considering how I'm multi-tasking, I should be able to reach my 50 books in 2008 target.

Currently, I'm reading The White Castle by Orhan Pamuk. I am surprised that it is very hard to get into. My name is Red was splendidly mysterious, and I remained in a daze trying to figure out which one of his students was the murderer or was it even any of them, to begin with. This one hasn't grabbed my attention but will give it a go and tell you all about it later on.

A recent book I enjoyed immensely is Empress Orchid by Anchee Min. If you wanted an entertaining read on the last days of the Chinese dynasty within the Forbidden City, then this book is highly recommended.

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Melhem Zain married the daughter of the ex-yemeni president.


Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Eva Air

Good news. I'm normal. There is nothing wrong with me.

And my ADD issue? Apparently, it can be easily solved. And that's not my main problem. The biggest issue I have is that I do not love myself enough to accept it and I must stop competing with others. Must let them bask in their achievements and I in mine.

I must get in touch with my senses and my surrounding universe.

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Just thought I'd share Eva with you:

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Therapy 1

I have concentration issues

Inside me lives a child

I have an untapped mountain of hyper activeness in me that requires to be released

I want to lead an easy life

I am so exhausted because of over thinking everything

I suffer from anxiety attacks

I don't want to be judged, yet I always judge others

My world is either white or black and I must learn to make it grey.

My psychiatrist gave me homework: To find out who Sedeso really is. How? By getting in touch with my inner self. By noticing my every move, gesture, touch and look. How does Sedeso walk? How does Sedeso breathe? How does Sedeso type and How does Sedeso sit?

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I must try to remember the first thing that pops in my head as soon as I wake up.
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I love love love this Oscar De La Renta dress.


Till we meet again,

Sedeso

Hots for my ...

Look at how this georgeous blue-eyed baby turned into the yummy Saad

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Mama

Have I ever mentioned that I have the best mother in the whole world?

God, regardless of my vanity, greediness, self-absorption and occasional ungratefulness, I am forever thanful that you gave me this mother.

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Coveted items du jour:

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

Flaunting ghost

Dans mon travail maintenant, j'ai deux vaches. La premiere est celle de qui j'ai deja parle. Et la nouvelle vache est celle qui va ce marrier l'hiver prochain.

She just had to come to me, flaunting her ugly 'bague' saying she cannot quite believe yet that she has become a Mrs, and now she's a married woman so she must look different with her Chinese thin eyebrows. yuk yuk yuk, my ears are hurting, kill me now, kill me, please.

Voulez vous savoir mon avis?

She's an average-looking girl, so of course, she'll get hitched first seeing as she's neither that hard to attain nor too difficult to please. I might have been jealous at first that she was getting hitched before me but after seeing her pictures, phew. I'm glad I'm single. I'm glad I'm vain and I'm glad that sometimes I can be a bitch.

My first impression; she's marrying an idiot. La pauvre. Vraiment, je suis tres desole pour elle.

Yes, I know, yours truly has turned bitter but trust me you'll feel the same way had you stood in my shoes. And being the greedy woman that I am, I don't just deserve more but want it.

Mon Dieu, s'il vous plait, donnez moi la force et la patience a supporter les vaches.

Coveted items du jour:
Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Un bueno Dia

Another trip down memory lane.

When I left that school in anger a decade ago, I promised myself I'd never go back. I had an idiot's pride back then and mild revenge was a favorite game to play.

Today, I took one step forward and visited that school. It seemed to have shrunk. It took me a while to run from one playground to the other but now, I took a few steps and I was there. The classes and corridors were still the same, the wall was still the same bricks and stonewashed white, the bench tables were still there, so were the staff room and the recreational rooms,

and I had one million memories in each corner.

I've spent over a decade there and now, the bitterness is gone. I was so happy to be back and see some of my old teachers. I sure was a mischievous student but always scored high grades so I got away with so much.

A classic prank I used to play was staring at a teacher's crotch and say: "Sir, your epidermis is showing, lol".

Now the weird stuff. I had some HOT teachers. A decade ago, I was the juvenile with braces, skinny ankles, thick glasses, bad skin, flat chest, your typical hormonal teenager. I now have morphed into a swan and I am old enough to flirt with them.

I know I'm hot but the looks I got from some of my old teachers were priceless.  Such a great ego booster.

And of course, the rest of my day just lighted up. I had great memories, listening to Saad while cruising my car and having a wonderful luncheon reunion with my mates by the pool in this gorgeous weather. It's a beautiful life.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso