miscellaneous

Took me nearly 3 months to find this one since I could only hum it without even a single sentence from the lyrics.

Every man has a place
In his heart there's a space
and the world can't erase his fantasy

Take a ride in the sky
in the skip fantasii......etc

And Clay Akon's version

From my therapy session today:

-There is a way of reconnecting the family line with mi padre without actually having to talk to him.

-I may seem unattainable but actually very friendly and too humble. I am confident in myself to an extent yet get affected by people's opinions of me greatly.

-Just because I hate other people's noisy toddlers doesn't mean I don't want any of my own. It simply means I will raise them differently.

- I want complete freedom before and after marriage.

- When very angry, I should ask myself: what is the point of vandalizing this object? Will I get anything good out of it?

-It's great that I might sacrifice marrying a guy if mommy doesn't like him, but mommy will be happiest if this guy makes me happy regardless of his background.

Some of my latest purchases:

I am still interested in Sexy Voice and am curious as to why the universe has put him in my path.

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

Back to Solemn Land

Loving the Pedro Garcia shoes and fredflare.com necklace.

Can't get his face out of my mind. He is such a hottie.  

Tomorrow I go back to work and I'm not sure if I am looking forward to it or not but atleast I go back knowing that within a short time, I'll have another degree and most importantly I have a new crush.yaaaay.

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

2 notes

Note 1:I am crazily considering getting to know Sexy voice and having a short secret marriage with him. (Not such a secret since I've just announced my intentions to the world, lol).

Note 2: When people get hitched, they lose a part of themselves and this is what I fear the most: losing a part of my freedom. I don't know if anyone is worth giving up such a luxury. I went to the cinema recently and realized how lucky I am to be the owner of my time.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Cute shoes

Check out what my friend got me from her trip. They're super comfy too!!!

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

In a moment of anger.....

I felt so enraged yesterday at my sibling that I destructed some of her items. I was so mad at her that given the chance I would have punched her easily. But now that I am away from the crime scene I feel better and not so angry. So, is this why some men storm out of a room when they are pissed off?

Been busy with my Uni mates and we honestly had a brilliant time.

Peep show into the past few days:

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

OMG, I'm good, real good but it's bad, real bad

Oh NO. Just as my expectations have been sky-rocketed about Sexy voice, I've had them crushed, rock bottom. It turns out, I know Sexy Voice, not personally but he was good friends with an ex-mate of mine.

It sure is a small world.

His name is Ahmed. He is 3 years junior to me and he sure has blossomed from what I remember from my ex-mate's photos: he was still suffering from acne attacks [insert FFWD April 2010: Not the same Ahmed, but still of a different sect].

What happened?

I passed by uni to sort out my fees and guess who just happened to be there? Yep, none other than the sexiest voice, who was busy on the phone.

I initiated the conversation and he went along with it but his mind was obviously occupied. It turns out he was there to take his TOEFL exam. I wished him good luck and he said he needed it. He seemed quite nervous about it. Do I sense a nerd hidden beneath those chiseled looks? Or was it simply his tender age speaking? Something tells me he has a lot more growing up to do and lots more issues to work on. Still, he is good, from what I've heard and what I sense. What this boy needs exactly is someone like me. I can introduce him to a mature world of fun, secure relationships where jealousy does not exist. [Insert FWD 2021: yes right]

I had to speak to an advisor, then he had to leave, then come back, and I had my buddies with me, but most importantly, I saw him and got my fill of 'eye candy until God knows when.

Then I went to check whether I passed or not considering the results were up. I searched for the name 'Jaber' but didn't find it. What a bummer!! (I passed both my exams btw, yay). Then I decided to work with the process of elimination so I decided to jot down any name that sounded remotely 'khaleeji'. I had to find him, so I scanned the list writing down the names and possible IDs. Then I scanned it again. Then I made my friend take a pic of the list (mad I know). And as I was scanning, I read the name A S M, and it sounded familiar.

Within 10 seconds something in my mind clicked and the image of a young, acne-faced Ahmed came to me and it matched about 80%. The name, the eyes, the height, the nose, the skin tone. It was him. Perhaps a small part of me doubted it and wished it was not the same boy, but it was. Age is not the issue. It never was and hopefully never will be.

But I feel so upset. I know I can never be with him. He belongs to a different religious sect and I have chosen for my own peace of mind never to marry anyone that different that it may cause clashes. And it sure is a pity because from what I've witnessed the boys from this sect tend to make the best husbands.

Coveted items du jour:

1. From Butler & Wilson ( a fave brand of mine)

2. Felix Ray

3. From polyvore. Till we meet again,
Sedeso

PS: I'm really good because I remembered it all, and my mind connects info impressively hence the title ' I'm good, real good'.

Know thyself

Fashion inspo:

Today I know myself a little bit better.

1)I enjoy studying and learning new things all the time, more than working actually.

2)I still get so agitated and snappy around my time of the month.

3)I never want to end up like my uncle's wife, la pauvre, restricted from leading a normal life.

And funny how the titles reminded me of Alexander Pope's:

Know thyself, presume not God to Scan

The Greatest study of mankind is man ...etc

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

A Revelation

Flowery:I'm still thinking about loverboy and I've had an epiphany, actually, more of a revelation.

Most of the men I have been interested in look-alike: they are fair, dark-haired, attractive eyes, fit bodies, and have an illuminated halo about their faces, which I tend to discover later on is a reflection of goodness in their hearts. Some goodness.

But the revelation wasn't because they all resembled each other, it was actually because they all resembled my father.

So it is true then: that every girl chooses a partner not because he reflects her, but because he takes after her father since the father figure is the first man any girl falls in love with.

Was it Sigmund Freud who first mentioned this theory??? Must dig deeper into this.

So my therapist was right. If I am ever to have a good relationship with my future partner, I must have a good relationship with my father. This is sure going to be tough as we don't see eye to eye.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Drama Queen

I slept last night only because I was really tired, but as I tossed and turned, his mesmerizing smile kept coming back to me and I kid you not but the song I miss you like crazy kept on playing back in my head: I could hear Natalie Cole's lines (One more night...) blasting inside my head.

No wonder I am known as a DRAMA QUEEN!!!!

Is he gone for good or will our paths cross again? I wonder what the future holds since I'm deferring a semester and a lot could happen from till Jan and I might actually forget about this current interest (of course I will, I mean look at how I totally forgot about Hottie ever since I saw this one)

Aha, Eureka, so my infatuation with any guy will always be dependant on whether he's around or not until I end up in a relationship with him and it's only then that the obsession starts.

Loving her style.

My Finance exam is in 2 hours time. Wish me luck.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

PS: Life is beautiful, too beautiful to be wasted being upset over petty things. And I get sad, everytime a part of my life is over, like now. I will have to go back to work in a week's time and I am so not looking forward to that. The past week has been good, partly because of Mr. Jaber? Darcy but all good things must come to an end. This was a good change but the fun is not over yet. I still have a week of fun with my mates who are flying in from London, yeah Baby!!

No Man, No Cry

No No No, (Sedeso stomps her feet, falls on the bed, and cries like a big baby, literally). I want him. I love him. Ba7ebboh ya baba ba7ebboooo!!! Lol with tears *sniff* (Egyptians will get the accent)

Yes, you have figured it correctly, I didn't get his number. Nor did I get his full name.

When I first arrived with my sibling, I saw him revising on his own in one corner of the entrance hall, but I didn't know what to do so I continued towards the stairs and he picked up his papers and left.

During accounting class I couldn't stop thinking about him and my loins were twisting and quelching and making me not even bare to sit there any longer. I wanted to run to him, hold his gorgeous face in my hands and kiss his precious face/ no hold on, smother his Adonis face with passionate kisses.

So, I rushed to the exam I'm meant to have with him, entered the hallway, saw him sitting with another boy revising and thought to myself, he looks chubbier, but there was no way I could've walked up to him and said something cute, I mean, not with all those people there. Again, as we were entering the hallway, I walked slowly, stalling, pretending to be searching for something in my bag when he just got tired from waiting and whizzed through. So I followed, got a random seat number and waited by the door, since everyone, including him, was putting their bags in front of the class. He was bent down, and I noticed he was also carrying a dictionary with him.

Now imagine the next part in slow motion. If it were a Hindi film, there'd be a field of flowers in the backdrop and half a dozen dancers doing the Hindi version of the carwash - (the window wiper). The music could be You're the Inspiration by Chicago, lol.

As he's getting back up, he slowly turns to his left, where I am standing, gobsmacked by his chiseled looks, and as soon as he sees it's me, his face breaks into a smile that brought the sunshine right through this doomed exam hall. Mind you my face broke into a smile too and I couldn't help but keep the smile, and so did he. A moment in time, everything else went still and in that fraction of time, there was only him and me.

Now that I think about it, no guy has ever smiled at me that way.

I literally felt weak in my knees, kinda like Ella Enchanted and I've only ever felt this once before that I couldn't eat and dropped my cutlery.

After that, I dumped my bag and rushed to find my seat, hoping it'd be near him. He saw me searching and asked me: what is your number. I answered 21, then he continued to his chair, and surprise surprise, I was sat at the other end of the room.

Couldn't concentrate on the exam ofcourse because I was imagining all sorts of scenarios such as me going up to him and telling him that he was gorgeous and asking for his number.

Sadly, he finished his exam before me and left. And I rushed through the dark corridors but he was gone already.

How will I concentrate from now on? How will I put up a smile? Let alone all this, how will I go to sleep tonight? Oh mon Dieu, aide moi s'il te plait. Donne moi un homme pour aimer toute ma vie car je suis tres seule et je dors seule chaque nuit.

Universe, I am sure he is interested because he initiated the contact. He could've asked anyone else I mean it was a class of about 70 odd students, yet he chose to ask me. I don't know what came over me, because I am never a shy person and I am meant to have decent social skills, but something came over me and I felt shy and didn't know how to approach him. Eons ago I would've been too straightforward and probably, scared him off and chased him away, so maybe my subtle, fewer words reaction was the right thing to do.

All I know is that lookswise, he is so my type. And boy oh boy does this man have the sexiest voice ever seriously, the best I've heard on any man thus far.

So until destiny throws this prince charming in my path again, I dedicate this song to Mr Jaber Darcy.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

An honest woman

Some people spend their whole lives lying to themselves, being deceitful to others and fabricating a false/fake impression about themselves. I wonder how they are able to do this.

If you haven't noticed it by now, my blog is one based on honesty. From all the people in my periphery, I am proud to say that I am the most honest one. Rarely do I lie/pretend for I don't really have big issues to conceal. Or perhaps I do have certain issues that are meant to be hidden but I am not embarrassed by sharing them with the rest of the world because every other person must have gone through what I have, if not more and worst.

And since I consider myself an honest person, my problem lies in accepting liars. Not the ones who lie about their day-to-day activities but the ones who lie to themselves and the rest of the world about who they really are.

Take for example our secretary: she is loud, rude, thrives on gossip, seldom does she do her job or even help, ....I can sit here and count the nasty things about her but you got my point. Well, what surprises me is that when she talks to her husband, she is soft-spoken, quiet, shy, sweet which keeps me wondering whether her husband of 10 years has ever seen her nasty, demonic side. This woman, therefore, has lied to herself and her husband for the past 10 years.

My mother has always advised me that this woman's way is the way to be with a partner. That this partner should never see any of your bad qualities or habits. But I disagree because doesn't loving someone come with the package of accepting their faults too?

Please tell me that there is nothing wrong with my ideals: that one should remain true to one's own self before even attempting to please others.

Or am I simply a believer of the 'Utopian' relationship that is far-etched from reality?

Haven't had lunch yet so I'm craving this dish from FinZ:

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

PS: tonight is the marketing exam and maybe my only chance to leave an impression on Jaber? Wish me lots of luck and attractiveness.

Smarty pants

During my first marketing class, which was made up of about 70 students, an incident happened that reminded me a lot of my old self and my old attitude issues.

This one girl (smarty pants), decided to brag about her abilities and knowledge and went from talking about customer service to her opinion of how every American carries a gun for safety and other stereotypes.

Everyone thought she was a fool. Some such as sexy voice even giggled. And the whole time I was thinking to myself: shut up, just shut up, don't embarrass yourself any further.

I am so glad I wasn't in her shoes.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

The search for Mr. Faisal Darcy

For now, I choose to call him Faisal Darcy because Faisal is my favourite name for a male and ofcourse Mr. Darcy is the ultimate bachelor of every girl's dream.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife" Jane Austen.

What about gay men?

"She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me"(Mr Darcy, Pride and Prejudice)

Funny, what if you were the one who looked like a dog?

WHERE HAVE ALL THE MEN GONE?!

It's weird because, in such a cosmopolitan city, I don't know where all the decently-looking eligible bachelors are hiding. The ones I see in public walk in herds so it's hard to catch anyone's eye. But even those, tend to be the perverted ones.

And in clubs or bars, the nice-looking ones tend to always have half-naked girls hanging off their shoulders. So they're off-limit since I don't want to be attacked by that multicolored cheetas (aka their girl entourage).

Where else am I supposed to be searching?

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Sloppiness

Why is it that when I am going through exam times, I end up looking really sloppy? I enter the comfort zone and throw away all precautions given by Suzannah & Trinny about What to wear/what not to wear. I am least bothered to match my outfits and end up opting for comfort outfits instead of classier put-together. And the best thing to live in during revision times are tracksuit bottoms and an 100% cotton tee with very fluffy socks.

And how could I not find a million legitimate reasons why I shouldn't be having a mani now or even clear out the cupboards as opposed to revising.

I guess I am abit relaxed since I intend to ace these exams with my natural intelligence and understanding, not by learning the theorems.

I've got a test tomorrow, followed by Statistics and Finance the next day.

Wish me luck.

Loving these 'interiors'

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

I LOVE YOU

Love is esteemed in the bible for a reason . Love is to mankind what a vibrant, plump balloon is to a toddler ... so precious, so majestic and yet so fragile . It is a thumbprint, specific for each heart and never duplicated twice . It is rain to the drought-stricken, but capable of flood . It is vitamin A, C, and ME to the mal-nourished and sick ... although some are allergic . Like black waves, it is beautiful in its prime but dangerous in it's possibility ... so proceed with caution....

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Have you ever uttered the words: I LOVE YOU to anyone of the same or opposite sex who was not a family member and your were hoping to spend the rest of you lives together?

I can't help but wonder about 'the one that got away' and whether it was partly my fault.

God, if there is someone out there for me, please give me a sign.

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

PS: Whoever first coined the term 'happily ever after'?

Where art thou Sexy Voice

Peep show of the day: Brewing the tea before I started revising for my Finance exam. I always relax with a nice sweet cuppa tea.

Still, no sign of sexy voice even though he asked for my notes the last time I saw him *sniff*.

I went over the incident with him a million times in my head and I am really scared that since I am deferring a semester I may not get a chance with this one. He sure is hot and if I'm not mistaken his name is Jaber. I wish I prolonged the conversation with him when he initiated it because he might have assumed that I wasn't interested since I spoke very little.

Universe, if you are listening, and wide awake, please let my path cross with Jaber? from my course.

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

Feeling small

My therapist told me repetitively that if I only believed in myself a tad bit more then I'd be able to cross oceans and rivers with my inner abilities.

And now, I keep catching myself doing just that: under-estimating myself. Like take today for example during finance class, the terms sounded like jargon and I told the teacher it was like learning Chinese or even worst Sanskrit. I was on the verge of tears mostly because I tagged my 16yr old sibling along since she achieved an A in her economics class and her mind works in a logical way unlike me. She understood it all and explained it to me and I felt too small and slightly stupid. I even considered not taking these exams until I remembered the fees I will be paying so convinced myself to give it a go at least.

But I have nothing to lose and I am obviously here, for a reason and I hope all that I am learning is to my benefit in the long term. I am good enough, and because I will somehow figure out a way to pass these exams.

And I got a little distracted of course and daydreamed a lot about Sexy Voice. Something tells me he's not the one and that he may be attached. But to stop myself from repeating previous mistakes, if it's meant to be it will be and he will pursue me not the other way around.

Right now, this would make me very happy

only if it were smothered on Sexy Voice.

A girl can dream, thank God for that.

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

Serial dater?

I've learned something new about myself. I am afraid of marriage, thanks to all the divorces surrounding me. But I do on the other hand believe in finding a partner to settle down with. But with most of the few men I meet, I just know their intentions are never honorable.

Excuse my ramblings since I talk too much and am no way near being a serial dater.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Sexy Voice is too Sexy for his own good

Sexy voice is HOT!!! Wow, honestly Va Va Voom!!! He spoke to me today. Yeehhhhaaaa!!

He came into class and decided to sit in the row behind me. Then he suddenly said that he noticed how I took notes for everything and was wondering if he could borrow my notes.

Of course, I mumbled and muttered something silly and got very nervous but at least I got to contemplate at him really close and he is a stunner if it is appropriate to use such a word. Handsome would be too simple a word to describe him and anyhow wouldn't do him justice. Wow. Those huge absorbing eyes, the perfect aristocratic nose, the perfect manly pout, and his vibrant skin, my gosh his gallant looks. An Adonis in his own way.

He only stayed for Marketing but left before the Finance class started. What a bummer. I got so upset and found it so hard to concentrate. What if I never see him again. He's yummy and I wonder could someone who looks so good possibly be single? Hold on, is he single?

God, you cannot do this to me. If he's unattached, I'd like to date him, please. You have the power to do so, therefore, I'd like to have lots of dates with him. Hmpph!!

This man looks similar but Sexy Voice reminds me alot of the last person I was seriously infatuated with.

Till we meet again,

Infatuated Sedeso

PS: Nawary, don't you think you've gotten attached a bit too soon, and for what? A man's chiseled looks yet again. But I hope I hope I hope I see him soon.

Sexy voice

It's only 5pm and I am already exhausted. It's because I slept at 2am last night and we all know that 1 hour's worth of sleep before midnight equals 2 hours after it so we better snooze earlier than 10pm each night.

I didn't hear Sexy Bahraini? boy's voice and that kinda distracted me during class. Uft. Trust me to drool over every possibility of a male. Anything with testosterone to attach myself to. But, he really does have a sexy voice.

Today, What do I really really really want?

A short trip to somewhere in Europe that will include a course so I can learn a new skill and spend the rest of my time exploring the place.

From my recent Paris trip:

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Bang Bang Baby

Whoosh, right over my head. What a day. What a day !!

First I bumped into Mr. Black (black face, black heart, black everything) and I realized how I.... well I cannot say hate because that's a big enough word and life has shown me that your worst, most despised foe can turn into a friend....well I dislike him enough not to want to be around him or even associated with him. Eeuggh, I wonder what sort of pauvre woman God gave him. Yuck!!!

Then I had a car accident. Some idiot banged my baby from the back and I cried, first out of shock because the incident was so surreal. I cried partly because my baby was hurt. Actually, I'm not really sure why I cried. Was it another untapped mountain of emotions waiting to erupt? Or, was it more like what tradition stated that a great evil was on it's way to me but it hit the car instead of hurting me so I am safe now. 

And by the by, there's a Bahraini guy I guess? in class who has the smoothest, sexiest voice I've heard on any man thus far. It's too sexy that I want to sit in his laps and have him talk to me (my ears) all day long. Wow. Now I know a little bit more about myself and what turns me on. Je suis entrain de tomber amoureuse encore une fois.

And since his sexy voice couldn't lift my sombre mood off my poor banged baby, so I ended up having a Fish'n'chips dinner. And I felt a whole lot better after I left.

Make the most of life. No bang is worth it.

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

What do you really really really want?

I watched Elizabeth Gilbert (author of Eat, Pray, Love) on Oprah and it strung a chord because I asked myself the question in the form of magic 3: What do I really really really want? And immediately, within the split of a second, with no prior thought or preparation, the first words that left my lips were: a man. And ofcourse, as cheesy as the moment was, resembling an extract out of a Mills and Boons novel, I cried.

Typical, and nearly choked on my tears mais bien sure.

So God, I'm still waiting.

"Quote"

Love is not always kicks and giggles . Yes, some of those kicks are to the groin . . . but it is significant . Love Is Significant . It's the yearning you feel when you want them around . It's the feeling of vulnerability when you share one of your deepest secrets . It's the hope and wanting for more time together . It's the feeling of security from 3000 miles away . The hardest part about love is about the giving and taking . Love is knowing that things have a huge probability to fall apart ... and pushing forward regardless . "sometimes the things that scare you the most, are the things you need the most " that's love .

"Unquote"
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Today was the first academic lecture I have attended in a long time and I truly miss studying. My class is 70% female with only 2 men and one of them is quiet cute. Couldn't help but check him out. And we have an annoying smarty pants who wouldn't stop asking pathetic, unrelated questions. She was probably trying to brag with her accent. But I had to stop her, not just for my sake only but for everyone else's sake and sanity so I commented with a strong English, Queen's accent and that pulled her back.

Gorgeous Lous.
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And about my therapy. I am proud of my progress and so is my therapist. I have grown by milestones and I'm finally eliminating the fear of confrontation from my life and believe hottie is secretly proud of me for standing up for myself. 

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

"Quote" I'll let you in on a little secret: women rarely know what they want . You're a great guy and they find little things to nitpick about, leave you hanging & then start crying when their new man is doin them dirt . there will be a girl who appreciates you ! Don't change because a girl with confused values cannot ...value you .

"Unquote"

The life and Death of Eva Braun

Eva Braun spent her whole life loving only one man and dying for him. Adolf Hitler. At first, she wasn't his one and only, since Hitler had an affair with his niece Geil, but she persisted and it paid off at winning his heart.

I've YouTubed her and from what I see, she was one hell of a woman. To have stolen his heart would not have been too hard because pretty girls tend to get whom they desire. But she was much more than simply a pretty woman. She was a handsome, vivacious woman who was full of life. She was smart enough for Hitler to have allowed her to roam around his entourage. And she was constantly smiling. She was sporty, slim, fit, tall, fashion-aware, and happy, by the looks of things.

In the very end, she died for him and with him. I wonder if it is worth dying for a beloved one regardless of the immorality surrounding the nature of the relationship?

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

"Quote" When I grow up, I wanna be in love. Psh, a doctor? They can't reeeeally fix a broken heart. They cant even make a heart skip a beat. They can't hold the wings of butterflies in my tummy when I meet my husband. A doctor can save a life, but that doesn't make it worth nothin'. I wanna make money, but I wanna make love more. I wanna have a house, but I don't wanna be alone in it. I want someone to hold my hand and bring me Reese's 'cause they're my favorite. I want a boy to tell me I'm pretty every day so I don't forget. I want a boy who doesn't cheat . . . or else I'll have my big brother beat him up. I want to be in love when I grow up  "Unquote"

Historic figures

If I had to mention prominent and celebrated names from throughout history off the top of my head, it would be: Hitler, John F Kennedy, Lee Harvey Oswald, Oscar Wilde, Caesar, Napoleon, Louis Pasteur, Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra, Florence Nightingale, The Medici Family, Otto Frank, Anne Otto Frank, Grigori Rasputin, Sultan Mehmet Fateh, Gerry Adams.

Hitler: First historical figure to fascinate me.

John F Kennedy: I watched a documentary about the search for his killer Lee Harvey Oswald and how the evidence was derived and my 13-year-old self was such a loudmouth and just had to boast between her peers about all the smart stuff she knew.

Lee Harvey Oswald: Again the documentary.

Oscar Wilde: Love him for his straightforward quote: The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

Caesar: His face on a coin I think, well he's famous enough.

Napoleon: Remember that famous portrait of him on a white horse in a raised position? Shorty did so much and he was popular with the ladies.

Louis Pasteur: If it weren't for him, we'd all still be dirty and suffer from diarrhea.

Marilyn Monroe: The female vixen in that white dress fanned up, looking like she's twirling in it. The woman who sang Happy Birthday Mr. President and 'apparently' had an affair with him.

and so on.

you got the point.

What started this fascination with WWII? Well, the first book I ever bought with my own pocket money was The Diary of Anne Frank. I was 10 years old and my family was summering in London. I was given a daily allowance of 3 pounds to buy confectionery. It was at that age that I decided to save part of this allowance until I had the 6.99 quid needed to buy this book. I bought it from the Harrods bookstore and it was my pride and joy, annotated with the handwriting of a 10 yr old.

I remember one night after I've read the book so many times, I heard dad ask mom about the nature of the book to justify my engrossment in it. Dad's exact words were: Do we even know what she's reading about? How do we know it's nothing X-rated? Mom, bless her, answered: I know, I sat with her and asked her all about it. It seems harmless.

And I thought to myself: if only they knew. Because at that age, at that moment in time, I knew from the bottom pit of my heart that this was the beginning of a life-long neurotic obsession.

This book was also my first taste of erotic reads, you know, the intimacies between Anne and Petel.

At school, I once wrote a composition about how much I admired Anne's bravery and how I considered her an idol even though she was a Jew. My Palestinian teacher asked me to re-write the composition for the next day otherwise I was gonna get a low mark. Oh well, who cares now. It's been over a decade and surprisingly enough I still admire Anne Frank, so my ideas haven't changed much.

Till we meet again,

Sedeso

Mike & Kirsty

Mike and Kirsty (my college friends) got married.Congrats to them.

Kirsty knew what she wanted. She went after it (him). She persisted and she not only won him over in the end, but managed to get him to propose.

Mike was clueless about her affections at first. But he soon fell for her charm and went along.

They fell in love, moved in together and 3 years onwards, bamm they are Mr. and Mrs.

How does this happen? How do 2 people love each other equally that they choose to spend the rest of their lives together? A total mystery to me.

To the happy couple, (raise you glasses and clink them together), may you define and implement the words, happily ever after.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Logical thinking

I'm off for 3 weeks, yeeehhaaaaa!!

I'm starting a hectic 2-week foundation course, not to study anything but only to get an idea of what I'd like to get into. The subjects I will take are marketing, finance, statistics, and accounting. I feel this course will better prepare me for the coming 4 months since my horoscope promises an exciting end to 2008.

I was told that one of my weaknesses maybe my inability to think in a logical way. Really? If I have, then how come I've done really well until now. Must find online logical games to improve this weakness if indeed it does exist:

eg. The letters in “redo now” can be rearranged to form one word. How?

Can't think of the answer. Help!!

Anyways, regardless of whether I have a logical mind or not, I am sure I have other strengths that surpass all others.

Most importantly, I hope to God there's some fitness on this course although I suspect the majority to be of the XX factor.

To share: from a friends' mhendi night.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Legal Action

So much has happened in the past week:

Some colleagues commented on how brave I was to take such action. Others said it was mad. But tell me this: if a foreigner was staying in your parents' house, using up the electricity, water and air-cooling, eating from their food, getting an allowance from them, then insulting the way they ran their household, wouldn't you just kick this guest out of your home? Honestly, I asked her to quit it but to no avail. And that is why I am taking legal action.

Right now I'm yearning to go back to Gelato, because I'm craving some of their homemade bread and salty butter.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Nostalgia

Another one of the purchases that got away but can you believe this baby cost half the price of a Fendi spy? Ridiculous innit? After reading about Ottolenghi from Nyxxie's webbie, I checked out their homepage and as soon as I found out that they had a Kensington branch my heart got squeezed at the thought of my beloved city and I became thankful that those lonely days are over. They were amazing but loneliness drove me to do many things and befriend idiots an cows I wouldn't have lived that way had I been back home with my loved ones. I never really felt remorse or regret for any previous actions, just certain sentiments towards unworthy horrible people.

I am so happy I am where I am today, very close to my family, especially mom.

I will think twice before sending any of my kids far away to pursue their higher education alone.  Perhaps go with a sibling or friend.

Update: Conflict with the nastiest most disrespectful, scornful bitch of a mujer boss.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Not worth my time

Fashionistas:How dare she insult me in my own country?

How dare she shush me?

How dare she tell me to shut it?

I will stop her. If she doesn't like any of it, why doesn't she go back to where she came from?

WTF? WTF? WTF?

I stand by my BELIEFS and all it's decisions.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso

Ufft feeling!!

For some odd reason, although I know that major changes are on their way to me, I'm not looking forward to work tomorrow, or to the moody boss, the bitchy workmates, the useless gossip and the too-early-to-be-at-work feeling.

Loving these items from http://www.fredflare.com/

Till we meet again,
Sedeso