Jul 28, 2008


I apologise for not writing any posts in quite sometime. I promised myself that I would not allow this blog (the third attempt in 4 years) to go to waste and be sent to its grave! So here I am... In the last week, I have been busy with getting my daughters 1st birthday party ready. Needed to get the decoration sin tact. Can you believe the party place wanted to charge me 1,000 SAR to decorate the place for the birthday party! I of course said HELL NO. Bought to supplies, and decorated the place myself... blew up the balloons myself, and did some arts and crafts and made some fun looking banners- my husband was making fun of me, saying i looked like some child in KG! I didn't care, I kept on doing it, and the party was a blast. We didn't have many people. We had my husbands uncle, his wife and their 6 kids. My husbands sister and her kids. And that pretty much kept us busy! We served some traditional Arabic goodies.. yummy. The chips and chocolate were also in place.. and the cake (A large cake with her picture on it) was the the cherry on top! My baby girl danced (or bounced)... played the piano for her guests, and was joined by her cousin playing a duet :D I love being a mommy... next year I have better plans for the big day... hmmmm... this shall be fun! I realised one of my sunglasses have been stolen, and I am very sad. Not only is the price of it killing me, but the fact that it was most probably stolen by a person I actually trusted... arghhhh.... we shall see how things play out in that arena. All in All I am happy, and pray that my family is blessed with this happiness. Tomorrow is a big day for my father, so if everyone that reads this can add him to ur prayers, I would truly appreciate it. I love you baba!
Jul 20, 2008

Happy Birthday y'al Ghaliya!

I have done endless 'googling' through out this year (and for 9 months prior) on how I can make my fetus and later my baby as healthy as possible. I googled an array of terms, such as 'feels like butterfly fluttering in my stomach', 'what not to eat when pregnant', 'how to calculate due dates', 'babies development month one, two, three, etc till the ninth.', 'how to know when you are in labour', 'what to expect during labour', 'what to pack for labour', 'baby clothing necessities', 'baby names', and a million other ones that I can't even remember anymore. They were months of wonder, and learning new experiences. I remember the first time I sneezed and hmm... let out a little... hmmm... lol...I googled that as well... lol! I recall experiencing awful heartburn, and positioning 8, yes EIGHT pillows every night just to be able to actually get some rest. I recall those middle of the night washroom dashes to go relieve myself, only to come back totally thirsty and gulp down an entire 1.5 liter bottle of water (and the washroom dash kept going on and on)... I remember my weight go from the low 60's (kg) at the beginning of my pregnancy, and finally reaching 90kg during my last doctors visit prior to giving birth.. lol ... I recall sleepless nights worrying about whether or not I would be a good mom- lol.. this resulted in my calling my own mom; waking her up at the wee ours of the morning in tears often... miskeeena! After giving birth –labour wasn't as bad as I expected it to be… And it was drug free one too... Huraaay for me :D 5 hours of labour... and the funniest thing was my water broke (just a little trickle) while I was shopping. I later found out that the water had been leaking for weeks, and I just didn't notice… my little baby barely had any amniotic fluid in there with her... il7amdlilaaah she survived and came out healthy, and popped her head out and graced our world at the exact time of the Fajr athan here in Riyadh. Present were my mother, my husband, and my aunt- she was scared to see all the nature at play and ran out into the hall till the baby finally came out. I remember wanting my baby next to me... I wanted to hold her... I remember looking at her and seeing her on the heated bed thingy all naked and messy looking... she had a puddle of black stuff around her... and I heard the doctor and nurses all saying... Good Girl... she has passed her first stool and urine and is a perfectly healthy baby. I was in LOVE!!! ya 7abeebti wallah! She was rather quiet, and didn't make much of a fuss at all. She was trying to get used to this weird wide open space around her. lol... I stayed at the hospital for 2 extra nights, and they were nights I needed. I refused to let my baby stay out of my site, and forced them to let her sleep in the room with me. And when they took her for her bath, I went right along with my dear mama right by my side. I had friends and family come visit me, and I got to rest before I went home. I remember the first night at home; my baby would not sleep, and would not feed... I was scared... felt helpless… a failure… and started crying... my husband quickly called my mom and she came to the room and sat with me and helped me with her. My mother was amazing... she knew all the tricks to get my baby to feed and sleep. I LOVE YOU MAMA!!!! A few days later went to my family home in Shargiya to begin my 40 days to recuperate without hubby (I still think it's stupid... my husband should have had to wake up every night with me and learned how to care for my baby along side me! lol) We stayed in Shargiya for about 2 months- 2 LONGGGG months... but they were amazing as I had my mom there to help me every step of the way... Allah ykhaleeeha. I returned to Riyadh in September after my hubby and my Sweet baby went to Bahrain for a few days. It has been an eventful year. I have seen her grow from a tiny little baby to a near toddler! I have seen her utter her first sounds... I have experienced her first laugh… I have seen her sit, I have seen her roll over... crawl… and now try to stand in place. I have witnessed her every movement. She understands things now, she knows when she does something wrong, and is also fully aware of when she does something good, and has a little dance for that. I see her dance when she hears any sort of music… I see her come up next to me when I am praying, and try to copy my movement... (ya7leeeeelhaaa!). I know there will be much more to witness, and I have done nothing more then a quick summary of her achievements in the first year… I pray that Allah allows me to witness many more years of happiness with my little girl…. That I may witness all of the wonderful years she has ahead of her… I love you ya Lujainty… Happy Birthday to you… and a happy first year to me as well!

Selling ones child?

This just made my stomach turn.. I can't believe we still have disgusting fathers out there that could not give a damn about their children, and see them as mere financial transactions..... Damn them!
Man says will wait to consummate marriage with 10-year-old Hail girl
Arab News HAIL: In the latest twist to a high-profile marriage in this central Saudi city, a 64-year-old man has announced that he would wait five years to consummate his marriage with his 10-year-old bride. According to local newspapers yesterday, the man — who has already paid a SR100,000 dowry to the father of the girl and signed the marriage contract — now says he would wait until the girl is 15 to complete the marriage. Explaining the circumstances that led to the marriage, the man’s son said his father never had a second wife. He said the girl’s father taunted his father saying he was willing to marry his daughter to him if he paid SR100,000 in dowry. “My father accepted the challenge, paid the money and became the husband of the young woman,” the son was quoted as saying. Following reports of child marriages in the local media, religious scholars and human rights activists in the Kingdom have demanded legislation to set a statutory minimum age for marriage. According to the Shariah, maturity is associated with puberty, which could start at the age of nine for girls and at the age of 11 for boys.
Source: Arabnews.com
Jul 16, 2008

What is the right way to give advice?

Please Note: This is not in anyway a post bashing anyone. I for one actually love being told right from wrong, but its simply the way it is done that makes the difference. As for religious Police, I am probably one of the few people left who actually want them to remain here in Saudi. I truly get scared of the idea of not having them around, as I believe things here will get out of hand. Maybe they need to tone down a bit, but nevertheless they are an important part of 'policing' the streets of Saudi. I have had several dealings with people trying to give me da3wa. I personally appreciate it when people remind me of Allah SWT, and my reason on this earth. But I must add that I also liek to be treated with a bit of dignity, and respect, and HATE when I am spoken down to. Lets face it, there is a way to tell people things, whether it is a religious issue, or any other issue that arises. I will obviously be defensive if someone comes at me with a dagger and talks to me like a little child that does not know better! One of my experiences was this one time when I was in Maghrabi, picking up my new contact lenses, and my husband was waiting in the car. Since I am living in Riyadh, I do wear a 3baya, and a shayla on my head- ok maybe some hair slips out once in a while. Anyway as I was standing in front of the cash register this man comes next to me, and starts lecturing me. He starts by telling me that 'you woman are the reason why there are so many woman in hell', he then goes on to tell me, and the way you are dressed is against Islam, and ... and ... and..' I can't remember his exact words (He obviously said them in Arabic.' I felt rather shaken, and was annoyed, and went back to the car and waited for my husband to drive out of the parking lot before I let him know what happened. He hit the roof, and was sooo angry he was ready to go back and give the man is 2 cents. I talked him out of it, and told him to be honest if we went on a fighting spree with everyone who went on like this, the war would be a long one.. lol A second experience here in a mall was while I was in a shop, buying something, and a little girl (she was about 5 or 6) comes to me, and I immediately thought she was those little girls that beg for money, so I was ready to reach into my purse and give her something, but before I dd, she says to me' you know it is better for you to wear 3bayatel ras - the 3baya that is worn from the top of the head. It was adorable at first, then I noticed some ladies that were staring at us with these looks in their eyes, and she went back to join them! These ladies sent over a little girl to come and tell me to wear my 3baya a certain way. hmmm.. Interesting eh! A third experience was once whilst in Rashid Mall In Shargiya. I was walking through the mall, and this lady gives me this dirty look, and says something along the lines of I should cover my face as I am drawing attention to myself. MEANWHILE she had her daughter lagging behind her walking through the mall, and I kid you not.. HER DAUGHTER was giving flirty looks to some guys that were walking near by.. Wake up lady... clean up your own home before you attempt to 'fix' other folks... As the old saying goes, DON'T THROW ROCKS WHEN YOU LIVE IN A GLASS HOME!!!! Anyway, I have had tons of experiences.. and to be perfectly honest and fair, I have had good experiences with people here trying to give me nasee7a... i truly appreciated it from them. And they will always be remembered, as they were truly doing what they felt was mandatory upon them, and did it the right way.. 'Allah ykhaleehum'
Jul 15, 2008

Mad Mad World!

I was sitting here flipping through my the 107 Issue 2008 of Arabian Woman - They don't put the month on for some odd reason, probably because they have realised it never hits the stands on time- in Riyadh at least.
On Page 84 you find this Black section with a stunning phone displayed on it. Best of Bling it has sprawled across the top of it. This is a small piece on the new Dior 'Luxury' phone. This phone will be released here in July - this month- and sports a sapphire version, with Diamonds and black Sapphire. 640 diamonds to be exact! The cost of this piece of 'luxury'- a ridiculous and mind boggling AED112,000 which is SAR114,193.52. I am telling you, we are living in a MAD MAD WORLD!!!!
At the bottom of the same page.. they have the Christian Louboutin's Cataribbon sandals for One&Onlythey are very spring/summery shoes ... now that is my cup of tea :D If I wasn't so bloody tall, I would be wearing them everywhere :D
Jul 13, 2008

Swarovski KSA

I am getting VERY annoyed by Swarovski here in Riyadh. I have been going there for a long time, and have always loved to get accessories from them. They were great, the salesmen knew me by name, and I loved their service. Now, for about 9 months, things have gone downhill! NOTHING NEW HAS BEEN PUT ON DISPLAY! The store is now borederline EMPTY! Nothing to even check out. THe Swarvoski in the other Gulf States are doing well, and have their new goods on display periodically. I was told by the salesman that I should contact ZMORODYA Al Abdullatif, and complain.... so Come on Swarovski KSA, how long is this going to last! I have a 500SAR Certificate to buy something from them, and I see nothing to buy! Anyone who has free time to make complaints can call the head office at 01-273-3377 !!!!

Planet Hollywood Riyadh

LuLu enjoying her Napkins.. lol
Having Lunch at Planet Hollywood in Mamlaka... the food wasn't half bad! And the dessert was Yummilicious! I only remembered to take shots of the appetizers and the dessert... OoOoOps! lol
Fries with Cheese etc
jalapeno something or the other.. was nice.. but not spicey at all!

Melt-in-our mouth brownie dessert Snickers pie dessert
Jul 12, 2008

Maids- A Neccessity I would rather live without!

Hey there... my weekend was too bloody quick! I truly enjoyed my time with my brother and sister. We went shopping, went swimming, watched movies, and just chilaxed for the weekend... If only we could have longer weekends.. I saw we petition to get Thurs-Sat as the official weekends in the Kingdom :D
Anyway, one of our maids left last night for her vacation. She as the only good maid I have seen in this house since I have been here (about 4 years), and I have seen 2 others leave, and I am stuck with the worst of the crop at the moment. Our house is quit large, and needs lots of work. We need maids that actually work, instead of making themselves a cup of tea/coffee and sitting in front of the TV watching Soaps (In different languages). At times I wish I could send them all home, and just take care of my own domain. But with the sizes of the homes, it ends up being hard. I believe it would be better off to get one of those maids that come for the day to clean, and retire elsewhere. In my years here, I have seen maids steal, (Not limited to Phones, Watches, LV PEN!!!, clothing, wallets, shoes, and even bloody underwear!!!!!). I have caught a maid with a man in the pool house (actually hiding in the sauna room with her guy.) I have seen maids who talk rudely, who want to run up phone bills. I have seen maids that threaten BLACK MAGIC to people, and Talk on their mobile phone anytime of the day and not do their actual work. I always wonder what is going on. I don't remember any of this happening in our homes. My mom ALWAYS treated our maids with dignity, gave them a day off, and was friends with them, and they did all their work, and were happy to live with us. What is happening to the maids of today? in this house? I truly don't know anymore. I just need to get out, and have my own place.. so dear husband... when u read this.. pls pls plssss get me and your precious daughter out of here!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jul 8, 2008

Days of my life... (A look in the past)

Disclosure: This post, will be dictated through the eyes of a Rambling 15 year old girl, many of my initial thoughts displayed here, have since changed, as I have now become a wiser Rambling Saudi Wife :D Nothing I say here is meant to offend anyone, and I do apologise in advance for anyone who takes offense to anything said in the following post. I remember it all began in Damascus Syria, when I was 15 years old. My mother had just forced me to move there for a year, and I could not stand the country! I hated the people! I hated everything about it! Pre-Syria I was a chubby little girl, I always had this smile planted on my face, saying 'Hi' and 'Good morning' to everyone I passed by. I loved giving away hugs to everyone. I loved how I looked, and never felt self conscious, as my mother would always remind me that I was a beautiful girl, and made me feel like a princess at all times. I was teased at times, and can still remember being bullied my entire 6th grade year, as the girls thought of me as a 'rich snob'. I wasn't anywhere close to that, they just hated that I wore things they couldn't have (and it wasn't on purpose, I just wore whatever was in my closet- or my sisters much NICER closet). I entered high school, and everything changed. I saw myself change, from being with my mom 24/7, and sitting with her all the time, I became someone new. I became very distant; I found a new circle of friends, friends that thought it uncool to sit around mommy dearest. My grades dropped, I was skipping classes, I was a whole new (not-so-cool) me. My dear mom feared she would lose me, she felt that I was changing too fast, and that if we stayed in Toronto much longer she would lose me forever. She spoke to her family, and for some odd reason planned a vacation to Syria. I was OK with it, as long as I would only be gone for a month. My mom assured me that we would be back, and that this was simply a vacation. I was excited, and looked forward to seeing a new country. Syria I remember arriving in Syria, the airport was awful and filthy. I could not understand anything anyone was saying, and was awed by this weird culture. They made us pay them money to enter the country (something I have since heard they do to everyone!). I remember leaving the airport building and being engulfed by the most disgusting stench in the world, it smelt like a sewage system- the worst kind possible. I felt sick to my stomach, and already wished I never came to this God forsaken land. The cars were outside waiting for us, and we were taken to this flat that was quite disgusting, we could not believe the people got such filth ready for us. Ok! It wasn't dirty, but there was NO washroom, or at least the washrooms I have been used to. There were HOLES in the floor to relieve ourselves. We slept that first night in tears, and in shock. First thing in the morning my mom went out and came back an hour later with cars, and had us move to another flat. This one was much more like it, it was lovely, and they had REAL washrooms. The floors were marble, and shiny. There were TV's. There were all the regular amenities we have come accustomed to. This was more like it! There were no fast-food chains anywhere. I had to buy chocolate bars such as snickers under the table! I was not happy, I missed Toronto. I missed my friends! When my mom finally broke the news to me that I would not be going back to Toronto, I was in SHOCK, I cried, I locked myself in my room. I remember the first day I threw up. I was trying hard to get attention from my mom, and was ready to get it whatever way possible. I remember not eating food for 18 days0 save one green apple! (Yes 18 days) My mom was going crazy, but refused to send me back. I was still angry, and even began to cut my self (inflicting pain upon myself), I used to sit out on the balcony with a knife in hand, staring out at the stars (I wasn't used to being able to see stars), and scrape my arm, till it was bleeding. And even after it bled, I would continue to just cut myself. I did not feel the pain. (I still have a faint scar on my arm from those stupid days). Another stupid attempt at attention was to overdose on pills. I sat in my room one evening, and took out a bottle of medication. I remember popping one pill after another. Until the bottle was empty, I became drowsy, and did not know what was happening. I remember seeing my mom come to me, slap me in the face to get me coherent. She saw the pills and started screaming for help. They rushed me to the hospital, and the doctors had to pump the pills out of my stomach by inserting a tube down my nose. I remember hating my mother to death. She was evil in my eyes, and I thought I would never, ever want to see her or speak to her ever again. I would continue to refuse food for months to come, and would only eat small amounts if any. After a while I began eating, but I would vomit it out within minutes of eating it. I was 15! I did not know what bulimia was at the time, but looking back at it, that began my struggle with this disease, a struggle I still fight till this day. I lost weight. I was once the girl with the pretty face; I now became the HOT girl that should become a model (I am 5'9" tall). As a teenager, that kind of appreciation meant the world to me. POST Syria We later moved to Kuwait. I loved it there, enjoyed myself very much, made lots of friends, and was always out and about. Once again, I forgot my mother, refused to spend time with her, as I felt she was the enemy. I was a teen having fun, with a great body (thanks to bulimia!), out doing all kinds of water sports, and just having a blast. I remember getting in trouble with my aunt and uncle that came from Saudi to make my life hell. I got beat by my uncle, treated like trash by my aunt, as they felt that as a young girl, I shouldn't have been out, shouldn't have had male friends, and the list goes on. Forcing me to leave the house, and live with one of my best friends for 2 weeks! My mother went crazy, she was lost, and she did not know what to do, should she stand by my side? Or pledge allegiance to her family? She knew me well; she knew that she taught me well, and that I would not do anything crazy. She stood by me, she gave me her shoulder, she gave me her heart, she loved me unconditionally, and that is when my dear mom became the center of my world again. We became close. Although I will never deny the pain I put her through, I made her life miserable. Yet she stood by me, and loved me none the less. For that I will always love her. She means the world to me. We moved back to Toronto, me a much wiser 18 year old girl, ready to start my University life. (now that I have my own daughter, I understand what she did much better, and know that she was looking out for my best interest; I love you mama) Here is a poem I wrote for my mother when I was about 19 years old... Mother Dear… This is a poem for you, my mother Who has dedicated her life to us, Who has taught every one of us, That hard work is work needed, To succeed in the future, Hard work, that will never be, Forgotten. This is for your determination, To make sure we live life So that we may be, Honoured and respected Someday. This is for taking us across seas, and back So that we might get a better insight into the world. This is for your strong mind, That made us love God And what God has given us, So that we may not take life for granted. This is for you my mother, Who has seen me to 19. Thank-you. By: Om Lujain As for my bulimia, I have tried very hard to steer clear of it, but it is an illness, at times after I finish eating, all I can think about is how can I get to the washroom without anyone noticing. I have become an expert I don't even need to stick my finger down my throat to relieve myself. I have been bulimia free since I found out I was pregnant, I was not ready to hurt my baby, and later after I had her, I knew she needed all the nutrition she could get through my breastfeeding's. It has been over a year and a half now, but I will never deny that I have urges to take the easy way out, and just vomit to shed the extra lbs.
Jul 7, 2008

My Dancing (Nearly 1 Year old) Baby =)

My Daughter is such a little character. Whenever she hears music playing, u see her in her little groove, even if its a commercial jingle. Its hilarious. She goes into her own little world, and just dances and moved to her beat. Nowadays, she just cruises around everywhere, and keeps finding new things to examine, and try out. As I am writing this post, she has found the XBOX, and is tangled up in the joystick wires. (I am near by, I won't let her get all choked up in them.. don't worry :D) Its adorable, OK, now she has started her grunting in her little corner facing away from anyones watchful eye, lol.. yes, she is doing her little business in her diaper... I wonder when I can start potty training :) Anyway, I am thankful to say I am feeling much better today (il7amdlilah)... ITS NEARLY MY BABIES FIRST BIRTHDAY!!! TIME FLIES!!!! I need to get ready for the weekend, I have already asked the maids to go out and clean the pool house as I am most probably gonna have my Babies first birthday party there. I just need to make sure everyone steers clear of the actual pool, unless they are with their parents enshallah. Good thing is we are making it a family affair, so there shouldn't be many kids running around. I need to order a cake, I wanted to get a nice ice cream cake from Carvels (yummilicious), but my husband wants to get a custom made one from Diplomat, and have our daughters picture on it.... hmmm.. I don't really like that.. I would rather have a nice pink castle cake... :D Really girly... anyway, we will probably end up getting both. I also want to bake some cupcakes, as I have yet to find a place here that actually sells CUPCAKES :( sooo... it shall be interesting. Till the next time....
Jul 6, 2008

Sick Again???

I woke up this morning feeling out of it. My nose is running, I am on my second tissue box of the day! I am drinking OJ, having lots of fluids, Vitamin C.
I just don't wanna get sick again.. come on.. I just got better a few days ago after my week long battle with Bronchitas! It hardly seems fair I tell you :( Its summer time... the time to be all healthy and glowy.. and enjoy your lazy days out in the sun.. with a glass of lemonade with a dash of mint :( Am I gonna be down for yet another week... I hope not.
My Elder brother and Baby sister are coming to visit me this weekend from Shargiya.. I miss them soo much.. its been 4 months since I last saw them :(
Anyway, I don't have much to say today, but I took this quiz, and I have posted my results... ciao for now!
What Movie is Your love life like?
Your Love Life is Like Casablanca

"Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time."
For you, love is never finished.
If you've loved someone once, you'll always love them.
You're an old fashioned romantic...
even if your relationships don't end up as romantic as you'd like.
Your love style: Traditional and understated
Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Complicated and ambiguous
Take the Quz:
Jul 5, 2008

An American Crime

My brother was pushing me to watch a movie now for 2 days, and this afternoon whilst my baby girl was down for her nap, I had the chance to watch it.I have just finished watching it, the movie had my in a fit of tears (the ones where u need to breath between blowing ur nose), my Kleenex box was well used. The storyline was intense, I was in shock, and could not believe that what I was witnesses truly occur ed to anyone! This was not a war time torture session, but the true story of tortured little girl in a Suburban Indiana town. I am still quite frankly in shock, this movie is a MUST see for all! Synopsis Source: http://www.moviefone.com/movie/american-crime-an/26789/synopsis Based on a true story that gripped the nation in 1965, 'An American Crime' recounts one of the most shocking crimes ever committed against a single victim. The daughters of traveling carnival workers are left for an extended stay at the suburban Indiana home of single mother Gertrude Baniszewski and her seven children. Times are tough, and Gertrude's needs force her to accept this arrangement before understanding how the burden will push her already-fragile nature to a breaking point. What transpires is both riveting and horrific, leaving one child dead and the rest scarred for life. Even though a complete reversal of the type of film you expect from him, it becomes clear immediately that 'An American Crime' is a film Tommy O'Haver was destined to make. With profound skill, he controls the complex narrative, the historic period, and a cast of more than a dozen talented child actors. Casting Catherine Keener as Gertrude was his first brilliant idea. With spellbinding clarity, her Gertrude oozes with squelched sexual desire and shifting levels of insanity and evil. She has the uncanny ability to make you empathize even when she encourages the family and neighborhood children to participate in unthinkable activities. The proof? Even though you know the outcome, in a weak moment, you can actually believe her lies. - You can see the trailer here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FgZx-cF9cg You Can download the full movie torrent (in english) from here: http://www.mininova.org/tor/1383894
Jul 4, 2008

24/25.... oo yeah!

I finally went to go pick up my 3baya yesterday from the First Choice at Faisaliya... yet I must say I was not WOWED (Where r u Mohammed.. come back and work your wonders once more!!!).. My husband thought it looked nice and fancy... but in my eyes, its missing something... Perhaps in needs to have that design going all the way down to the bottom of the 3baya? or some kind of detail going down the front all the way down? Not sure yet.. but I KNOW something is wrong.... I will probably take it back to get it done the way I want it.. lol (enshallaah!) Afterwards, we walked over to Harvey Nichols as the for sale sign was HUGE and welcoming... AS soon as I entered my body walked over to the baby section.. (I was in a trance-like state.. lol) And saw the most adorable dresses... as My daughters one year birthday is fast approaching, I needed to get her a cute outfit to wear. I settled for this cute white Chloe dress, I wanted shoes as well but for some odd reason these folks DO NOT SELL BABY SHOES!!!
So that being done.. we went down to the first floor section where purses and perfumes and stuff are on display. My husband (as usual) got attacked by the perfume guys. They know him by now, and know he is a PERFUMAHOLIC!!! Its an illness i tell you, but a good smelling one.. lol.
I walked over to the La Mer counter... asked about the product, and was told the guy would be coming after the Asr Prayer enshallah... sooo I was whisked off by the Prairie guy, and he tried to sell me everything.. I resisted... I wasn't going to buy a 1,500SAR face cream without knowing the bottle contained absolute MAGIC!!! So another guy whisks me off the the clinique counter, I haven't used their product in a while... and he asks me what my problem areas are... I told him I am getting older... and I need to get face creams that will give me lots of moisture to keep any wrinkles that are trying to come out at bay.. lol.. then he asks me, ' how old are you?' I was like 'old enough'... then he is like... 24/25? And my eyes lit up and I knew from that moment on I would definitely be buying something from this guy! I was like.. nope.. that was a few years ago.. I am now 29 and hitting old age. I need eye cream for under my eyes, and a face cream. Somehow I walked out with much more then I wanted... but we shall see if my 24/25 years old youth can be kept.. lol
I bought my Baby girl some toys from ELC, and got her these jigsaw play mats... the second I put it on the floor, she started going all over it.. she was excited.. lol.. back and forth, back and forth... it was sooo adorable.. I loved it!!! and I am sure she loved it even more!
Something else happened at the mall, but I will make that its own separate post, as it is something that I have been wanted to write about for a while.
Jul 3, 2008

Mona (a Jerusalemite) tells about the silent ethnic cleansing of Palestinians from their land | Palestine Think Tank

This is a very sad story indeed. I was once very much into Middle Eastern politics. I studied Political Science and Sociology in university, and have my degree on those subjects. I was once very enthusiastic, going to every protest there was on the Palestine issue. I recall many days standing outside the US embassy waving flags, and holding banners, hoping that we would get the attention of someone important enough to do something. We were ignored. Yet we kept going at it. I took every chance to discuss this topic in my Poli-sci classes, but it was helpful that my professors were not seeing things my way. They were mainly Jewish, and had a strong bond to their homeland. I would keep read up, watch the news at every waking moment, trying to change things... but I came to realise that I was doing no more then giving myself heartache. The protests fell on deaf ears. My arguments were ignored, and caused me lots of problems in my university days. Its been over 4 years since I have graduated, and for most of those 4 years, I have steered clear of this subject. I would cry when I saw the atrocities happening to people on tv, my heart would feel pain everytime I heard a story of my fellow Muslims being persecuted in such a manner. Yet the worst feeling was, the feeling that I could do nothing. Anyway, I have come across this on a blog, and wanted to share it with anyone that may find themselves here... and for me to come back and read to get my perspetive back. My heart is with the people of Palestine. Their strugle is close to my heart. Mona (a Jerusalemite) tells about the silent ethnic cleansing of Palestinians from their land Palestine Think Tank Posted using ShareThis
Jul 2, 2008

A Positive Me

Hey folks... (Ok.. by now I know I am speaking to myself.. lol)...
I have been gloomy and down for a while, but I need to be more positive...
I need to see the glass as half full instead of the usual half empty...
more optimistic rather them pessimistic...
So... I will try to stay a lot more positive. Will talk about the wonderful new things my daughter is now doing... I still can't believe its nearly been a year since I had my sweety.
Time sure does fly. She is kissing me now... throwing kisses to me... standing up.. and trying her hardest to balance on her own till she falls down on her bum.. (an adorable site I tell you). She has truly grown from the little newborn she was.
I am starting to realise she has a strong personality. She sticks to her guns (yes already!)... when one of the maids tries to wave her over.. my little lulu sits in place and instead waves HER over.. loool... that was sooo adorable! But this also reminds me that this is the time I need to teach my daughter right from wrong, I need her to learn what actions are acceptable.
I need to try (very hard) not to laugh when she slaps her daddy... and teach her that that will not be accepted.
The lovely thing is, she is learning. She listens to what she is told *by me.. lol. As I am her only caregiver. I am glad I did not bow down to the wishes of others and to this day do everything for my baby. People used to tell me I should get a nanny. For what? to take care of my baby? I am perfectly capable of changing diapers, washing my baby, feeding her, playing with her, taking her out, and showing her some old fashioned TLC!
My mom raised 5 of us (there were maids.. but they were for the house chores... not us). And for as long as we were in the US and Canada, my mom did everything herself, cleaning/cooking/ caring for us when ill/helping us with our homework, driving us to and from some practise or another. She was my superwoman! And I want to be my daughters Superwoman. :D
Signing out....
Powered by Blogger.

Follow by Email

A stroll down memory lane:

Search This Blog