boys and girls, i am really sorry for not updating my blog for a while... i keep on forgetting about it and i never really get in my creative moods except once in a blue moon around 12 midnight.. i do not know why, but maybe it's because every once a while those of us who are still not married and do not share their beds with anybody else get in these strange moments when you get really lonely in your bed, you flip from one side to the next and just sleep wont' come.. it feels weird and hollows.. i am sure someone else must have felt the same..
speaking about sleeping and beds, i have this girlfriend of mine who refuses to sleep in complete darkness.. she used not to be able to sleep if there is a single light source in the room, but one day, her aunt came over to sleep in her room and was shocked when this girlfriend of mine swiched off all the lights, the aunt told her that this looks and feels like sleeping in a tomb because this is exactly how it will be after we die. complete darkness, not a single flicker of light.. stupid girlfriend never managed to sleep in the darkness again in her life - true story...
i don't know what you girls think about the gonu 2 rumor, i do not think that it is true, but mom is freaking out and buying rice and canned food and water and candles and everything as if we are seriously going to have a crisis and we will be living isolated in our house for three months or so. okay. even if a storm came and we got stuck for a day or two we do not really need that much food, seriously, the food she bought can last us for a whole year - and it's almost going to get spoiled in six months, i tried to tell her this but she ignored me.
dad does not seem to care much about it though, he is one of those people who think that the public is a stupid race or something, he does listen to anybody and will only do what he thinks is right.. he is saying that gonu 2 will not happen and that omanis are just like usual love spreading rumors and other stuff like that. i hope that dad is correct. i do not need to see another gonu..
the husband of one of our far relatives died over the weekend, our relative is very young and saw was her husband, they have not have not even been married for three months and he dies.. and nobody knows the reason, my heart is breaking every time i think of the story, the wife was not in oman and she was not able to see him before he burried him, even his dad was also abroud and did not see him before they buried him... at times life can be very cruel and it does not make sense, i don't understand why such a thing would happen, there is no explanation and no justification.. i do not know what i would have done if my husband dies, i do not want to know how it feels.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
this morning was very strage
i slept a little later than usual last night and woke up today with no sense of time or space.. it was very weird. i had no idea whether this way friday, monday or tuesday, i left my curtains open, so the sun glaring straight into my eyes... i was afraid i was already late for school, i didn't really care and just rolled over the other side of my bed, i didnot know it was friday... and like you see boys and girls, it is not like i care.
sorry i never told you what happened between me and ahmed, i am still new to this blogging, i completely forgot about MY blog. i checked what i wrote the last time, i am supposed to tell you how ahmed and i got together and stuff, but unfortunatley for you guys you will not get that today because i ahmed pissed me off and i do not want to talk about him today. A LOT OF THINGS happened since i wrote last. i think that am getting sick of Ahmed already, I am not sure I feel like talking about him EVER again. it is a good thing i never really wasted your time to read about that boring idiot. i just hate people like ahmed, ok you have money, ok you have a nice car, ok you are good looking, but do you really think that you are the best looking guy in the world and that all girls are dying over you, who the fuck do you think you are? rashid al majid?! anyway, as you can see boys and girls, i am not having a good time with ahmed these days, so i will try my best not to mention him in this post, and instead will tell you more about my mother, i told you i will tell you about her in the future and today is the future {see, i always knew that i can work in advertising!!!}
i love my mom and i thank god always for her whenever i remember to pray. she is very open minded and wants us her daughters to be independent and successful, that's why i am at university, if it was not for her i would not have done this stupid business for one more day. the thing about my mother is that i think that she is way too much of a feminist. yeah it is fine that she thinks i should get a degree, but at times i dont know if she is serious or not, but i heard her saying that she wants me to be a minister.. if they let me be the minister of shopping and fashion i would sersiously do that, but otherwise, no, thanks, what minister does she want me to be? agriculture or defence? lol.
ok, i do think that us women should work, i really think that my mother is always correct we she tells us that a woman should always be in control of her destiny and the story she tells us daily is about her cousin in dubai whose husband divorced her and let her with the children, she is now living off charity what her family members give her, she never went to university and does not seem to be the type who would ever work anywhere.
my mother is a little bit old, everybody is telling her she should get retired, if my father was not running his own company he would have been retired ages ago, my mother tells us that if she did not have her job she would have nothing to do... i don't think that it is true, loads of other do not have work, don't THEY have nothing to do as well? they are happy and i think my mother would be as well.
ok, it's almost 12 mid night, i need to go to bed to get ready for school. i will tell you if anything new happens between me and ahmed, it better happen, or i'm breaking up with this idiot.
sorry i never told you what happened between me and ahmed, i am still new to this blogging, i completely forgot about MY blog. i checked what i wrote the last time, i am supposed to tell you how ahmed and i got together and stuff, but unfortunatley for you guys you will not get that today because i ahmed pissed me off and i do not want to talk about him today. A LOT OF THINGS happened since i wrote last. i think that am getting sick of Ahmed already, I am not sure I feel like talking about him EVER again. it is a good thing i never really wasted your time to read about that boring idiot. i just hate people like ahmed, ok you have money, ok you have a nice car, ok you are good looking, but do you really think that you are the best looking guy in the world and that all girls are dying over you, who the fuck do you think you are? rashid al majid?! anyway, as you can see boys and girls, i am not having a good time with ahmed these days, so i will try my best not to mention him in this post, and instead will tell you more about my mother, i told you i will tell you about her in the future and today is the future {see, i always knew that i can work in advertising!!!}
i love my mom and i thank god always for her whenever i remember to pray. she is very open minded and wants us her daughters to be independent and successful, that's why i am at university, if it was not for her i would not have done this stupid business for one more day. the thing about my mother is that i think that she is way too much of a feminist. yeah it is fine that she thinks i should get a degree, but at times i dont know if she is serious or not, but i heard her saying that she wants me to be a minister.. if they let me be the minister of shopping and fashion i would sersiously do that, but otherwise, no, thanks, what minister does she want me to be? agriculture or defence? lol.
ok, i do think that us women should work, i really think that my mother is always correct we she tells us that a woman should always be in control of her destiny and the story she tells us daily is about her cousin in dubai whose husband divorced her and let her with the children, she is now living off charity what her family members give her, she never went to university and does not seem to be the type who would ever work anywhere.
my mother is a little bit old, everybody is telling her she should get retired, if my father was not running his own company he would have been retired ages ago, my mother tells us that if she did not have her job she would have nothing to do... i don't think that it is true, loads of other do not have work, don't THEY have nothing to do as well? they are happy and i think my mother would be as well.
ok, it's almost 12 mid night, i need to go to bed to get ready for school. i will tell you if anything new happens between me and ahmed, it better happen, or i'm breaking up with this idiot.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
it's past 12 midnight and i can't sleep
I don't know what is wrong with me, I can't sleep. I laid in bed for more than an hour, and sleep is just not coming. I thought I might write you girls something, there is something amusing about writing in my blog, it is a way for me to share things I won't share in real life, you know, because I know nobody will no me here, and I am careful not to expose myself, so it is like this forbidden act I am doing, it is a bit scary at times, but I like it.
I am going to tell you today about how I met with my love, we will call him Ahmed, I do not want to use his real name, I am afraid people will just know me or him, and then, something not nice might happen, you know, this is shithole Oman afterall.
It was on that one day when I was out with my girlfriend Mariam (not her real name, you know why, right?). Mariam and I are both the same age, but after we finished thanawiya, Mariam decided not to try college, she did not do well, and her father is kind of rich, so she thought she might as well stay pretty at home and wait for her charming prince to come. I am not doing like Mariam, but I understand why she would do that, it is very practical, and really, why would she ever need to work, the nice thing about being a girl in Oman is that you know you can get married to some rich, and he will spend on you, and all you have to do is shop when he is at work, and stay with him when he comes back from work. Mariam and I discussed this once, and I hate to admit that I agree with her at times and wonder why I am ever wasting my time at universities. I think that I am doing it because of my Mom. I will tell you about my Mom another day, she is a whole other story.
Elmuhim, I was out shopping with Mariam the other day, she picked me up from our house and went to city center, and while we were there we bumped into her cousin Ahmed. Cousin relationships in Oman vary, some cousins are like complete strangers and others as so close to you they are like your brothers. Ahmed and Mariam are very close like that, they treat each other like brother and sister, so he stopped us when we were at walking infront of costa in city center, said hi to Mariam and to me, we did not know each other's name at that time, but you know when you see someone and you feel like you have known from before? that's how I felt with Ahmed. He finished his hellos, smiled, stole my heard, and then left us.
I could not stop thinking about him for the rest of that day. Ahmed, Ahmed, Ahmed, Ahmed. For those of you that never fell in love before, you might not know how it feels to fall in love with someone, I KNEW THAT THERE IS CHEMISTRY BETWEEN US. I KNOW IT.
I was too embarrassed to tell Mariam what I felt about her cousin, but I did ask her who he was, what he did in life and stuff like that, I even joked about her one day ending up with him, you know, cousins and stuff, but she rubbed it off saying that she does not do relatives, which I knew of course, but I thought that I will confirm that just to make sure that I will no be competing for Ahmed again someone I know.
I had to get his number somehow, but I just couldn't ask Mariam to give it to me, no matter how close you are with a girl in Oman, you cannot trust her on things like these, we girls know each other, she will think that I am a whore and will bitch about me to our other girlfriends, I love Mariam, but I know our gang way too well. Luckily on our way back, Mariam thought that she'll stop at a Select to get some stuff, she got out of the car with her bag with her but forgot to take her phone! Once she got into the shop I instantly grabbed it, searched for Ahmed's name and copied the number to my phone!! I put the phone back, but it felt really weird afterwards, even though i don't think that i took something really special, i really felt awkward, i was not cheating Mariam, i did not steal anything from her, she still has the number on her phone, and i know that Ahmed would have liked to talk with me anyway. i rubbed that idea off my mind, checked my self in the little car mirror and waited for Mariam to get back. I was dying for her to drop me back home, which she eventually did, and i couldn't wait to get back to my room to use the number I just got...
GIRLS, I will tell you what I did next tomorrow, it is getting really late and I can't afford not to go to college tomorrow. This timer thing in my blog is weird, it says 1.39pm, but is past 1am here. I will look into it later. BYE AND GOOD NIGHT. HUGS AND KISSES.
I am going to tell you today about how I met with my love, we will call him Ahmed, I do not want to use his real name, I am afraid people will just know me or him, and then, something not nice might happen, you know, this is shithole Oman afterall.
It was on that one day when I was out with my girlfriend Mariam (not her real name, you know why, right?). Mariam and I are both the same age, but after we finished thanawiya, Mariam decided not to try college, she did not do well, and her father is kind of rich, so she thought she might as well stay pretty at home and wait for her charming prince to come. I am not doing like Mariam, but I understand why she would do that, it is very practical, and really, why would she ever need to work, the nice thing about being a girl in Oman is that you know you can get married to some rich, and he will spend on you, and all you have to do is shop when he is at work, and stay with him when he comes back from work. Mariam and I discussed this once, and I hate to admit that I agree with her at times and wonder why I am ever wasting my time at universities. I think that I am doing it because of my Mom. I will tell you about my Mom another day, she is a whole other story.
Elmuhim, I was out shopping with Mariam the other day, she picked me up from our house and went to city center, and while we were there we bumped into her cousin Ahmed. Cousin relationships in Oman vary, some cousins are like complete strangers and others as so close to you they are like your brothers. Ahmed and Mariam are very close like that, they treat each other like brother and sister, so he stopped us when we were at walking infront of costa in city center, said hi to Mariam and to me, we did not know each other's name at that time, but you know when you see someone and you feel like you have known from before? that's how I felt with Ahmed. He finished his hellos, smiled, stole my heard, and then left us.
I could not stop thinking about him for the rest of that day. Ahmed, Ahmed, Ahmed, Ahmed. For those of you that never fell in love before, you might not know how it feels to fall in love with someone, I KNEW THAT THERE IS CHEMISTRY BETWEEN US. I KNOW IT.
I was too embarrassed to tell Mariam what I felt about her cousin, but I did ask her who he was, what he did in life and stuff like that, I even joked about her one day ending up with him, you know, cousins and stuff, but she rubbed it off saying that she does not do relatives, which I knew of course, but I thought that I will confirm that just to make sure that I will no be competing for Ahmed again someone I know.
I had to get his number somehow, but I just couldn't ask Mariam to give it to me, no matter how close you are with a girl in Oman, you cannot trust her on things like these, we girls know each other, she will think that I am a whore and will bitch about me to our other girlfriends, I love Mariam, but I know our gang way too well. Luckily on our way back, Mariam thought that she'll stop at a Select to get some stuff, she got out of the car with her bag with her but forgot to take her phone! Once she got into the shop I instantly grabbed it, searched for Ahmed's name and copied the number to my phone!! I put the phone back, but it felt really weird afterwards, even though i don't think that i took something really special, i really felt awkward, i was not cheating Mariam, i did not steal anything from her, she still has the number on her phone, and i know that Ahmed would have liked to talk with me anyway. i rubbed that idea off my mind, checked my self in the little car mirror and waited for Mariam to get back. I was dying for her to drop me back home, which she eventually did, and i couldn't wait to get back to my room to use the number I just got...
GIRLS, I will tell you what I did next tomorrow, it is getting really late and I can't afford not to go to college tomorrow. This timer thing in my blog is weird, it says 1.39pm, but is past 1am here. I will look into it later. BYE AND GOOD NIGHT. HUGS AND KISSES.
Friday, March 21, 2008
boys & girls: i think that i'm in love
sorry for the previous sad post, i am actually feeling calm and alive, i think that i'm in love.... there is this guy that i met the other day, i love his smile, i love his voice, i love his eyes, i love everything about him, but really, just his smile, i swear i feel like i'm in heaven, and it feels so warm inside...
i can't think of any technical reason why i love this person, but he makes me happy and i can't think of anything but him these days, i fall asleep dreaming of him, and the first thing i check when i get up in the morning is my phone expecting to get a message from him.. he does not do that often though, and i get a little bit dissapointment, but i love him so much and i can understand that he might busy at times... I WANT TO MARRY HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i can't think of any technical reason why i love this person, but he makes me happy and i can't think of anything but him these days, i fall asleep dreaming of him, and the first thing i check when i get up in the morning is my phone expecting to get a message from him.. he does not do that often though, and i get a little bit dissapointment, but i love him so much and i can understand that he might busy at times... I WANT TO MARRY HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
when somebody gets lost
last week I saw an advertisement on the newspaper about a girl that got lost... this happens even in the most boring of places, oman... i thought that this only happens in places like american and canada, stuff we see in movies and read about in little novels, i never thought that somebody might dissappear here in oman...
it really hurt me when i saw that advertisement, it was a girl a bit younger than me, she was seventeen, she went out one day and never came back... i tried to imagine how the mother of this girl would feel, how did she manage to sleep that night when her daughter never got back home, how did she manage to sleep the next day and the one after, and the one after... it is really scary and sad... i wonder if they will ever find that girl again, what happened to her, did she run with a lover, was she abducted, raped, and then killed, or was it a hit and run accident...'
at times, i think of the weirdest little things, what happens to the girls bedroom, will it be left ready for her to come back, how long would it take for the family to realise that she might never come back... i always wondered what happens to the stuff belonging to somebody who dies, who takes them, what do they do with them?....
it really hurt me when i saw that advertisement, it was a girl a bit younger than me, she was seventeen, she went out one day and never came back... i tried to imagine how the mother of this girl would feel, how did she manage to sleep that night when her daughter never got back home, how did she manage to sleep the next day and the one after, and the one after... it is really scary and sad... i wonder if they will ever find that girl again, what happened to her, did she run with a lover, was she abducted, raped, and then killed, or was it a hit and run accident...'
at times, i think of the weirdest little things, what happens to the girls bedroom, will it be left ready for her to come back, how long would it take for the family to realise that she might never come back... i always wondered what happens to the stuff belonging to somebody who dies, who takes them, what do they do with them?....
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Religious Freaks at College
the story is that i always like to show up this fringe of my hair while i put my scarf, i do not think that it is strange, everybody does it, my father and mother do not mind it, but this stupid freak in college who likes to wear an ugly short dishdasha thinks that it is somehow his problem and that he needs to share his opinion with me, so while i was walking with my girls in the corridor, he walked by us and said, "every hair for a flaming charcoal in hell"!! i do not know what makes him think that he is good enough to judge me or tell that i am going to go to hell, does the idiot think that because he grows an ugly beard and wears a short dishadasha he will go to heaven?! i think that i am a very nice person, all my friends like me, they always call me, they always come over to my place and come shopping me with me, i care about my sister and try to be nice to her even though i think that she is stupid, i love my father and mother and i really do not think that god will send me to hell just because i like to show a bit of hair, god is not that unfair, god understands how i feel inside and he konws that i am a good person in the heart... i really hate that religious idiot, and if i end up going to hell, i will be glad to be there jus because he will not be with me... i hate you!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
marriage in the 21st centuray
what are the chances of a girl that nobody knows she is a live of getting married?!
many of hte girlz in our society 2day realise this issue and know that they have to take an *active* role to look for their future partner, it is necessary for us to know what is out there and have *options* to pick from.
i mean, if you buy a freaking car you have to take it for a test drive, how about a lifelong husband?
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