Tag Archives: fun

Once Upon A Decade

1 Jul

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Amateur legal, ready to be the girl who “just wanna have fun”

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So young, fresh graduate, thrown into the world brand new

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Living simply, no ties, oh how she loved being so free

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She realized she wasn’t enough, she needed to be more

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Imagined she would have a thriving career and maybe even be a loving wife

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There just never seems to be enough vodka in her cocktail mix

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If she were to die now, would she even be going to heaven

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Is it now time to find true love, or is she too late

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All she wishes is to go back in history, rewind

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She thought she would have it all by now; reality check decade gone still completely empty.


What The Boring

31 Mar

You know how it goes:

You never realize how boring your life is until someone asks you what you like to do for fun.

And Saudi Arabia brings you to the realization of the harsh reality of your life will be, on average, boring. I mean, psychiatrists are concerned about the boredom levels among youth in Saudi Arabia. There is so much NOT going on, that they are concerned about youths resorting to causing trouble and breaking the law to find a little bit of excitement in their lives.

Coming from several years of killing boredom at bars and nightclubs and occasional parties, concerts and movies, museums and arcades, exploring the city and trying new restaurants and coffee shops, it is impossible to transition into a Saudi female’s lifestyle. Limited by transportation, limited in the number of activities available, limited in what to see, and now the scarcity of family hookah bars has absolutely destroyed fun for me.

It all comes down to, “Let’s go to the mall… there is an arcade there and some rides!” or “Hey, I’m bored with nothing to do, come over and entertain me!” We will chat and catch up, decide to download a comedy, or a scary movie because for some reason they have a tone of thrill which we lack in real life, turn off the lights and create a home cinema. On a rare weekend, we will go to the beach. I hate the beaches in Arabia, because of the scorching sun that will give me a tan I despise for the rest of the year, running into the water with all your clothes on because well, this is Saudi Arabia, you have to keep your clothes on, and the fact that I don’t know how to swim. So, I just let myself float in salty water. Since I am uncomfortable with nudity or partial nudity anyways, I don’t mind the sea close to sunset, and I enjoy the barbeque meals there at night, and playing Cricket or Soccer.

But the beaches are once in a summer kind of a thing. It takes so much planning, and convincing parents to take us and enjoy out there themselves. It’s only possible on a weekend, and if all our friends’ families have no other plans with other family friends.

Then, there is the mall. You can only have fun at the mall if you intend to shop. And for the most part, not all of us are in the frame of mind for shopping, be it lack of interest in purchasing something nice because you will be wearing an Abaya over it outside of home anyways, or the lack of finances for something we really like.

At times, we host themed parties. Sometimes it’s a more West-themed dance party, sometimes we dress traditional and eat traditional food, put on ethnic music, and take lots of pictures where we look pretty together. Or, we make a plan and go out to Applebees or Pizza & Co., and sip non-alcoholic cocktails and margaritas, because you know, we are cool like that.

But that is my potential summer when I will get together with my girls who are coming back when their classes end. That’s late June or early July. In the mean time, there’s nothing. Except work. Except finding all the adventure I need in Sidney Sheldon classics. Except living a long-distance relationship and the drama that comes with it. Find my colleagues interesting and develop some sort of informal friendships with them, where I can have some sort of social interactions.

Anyway, Saudi Arabia takes you to a whole new level of boring. With your limited options for fun, you suddenly do not know what fun means, other than digital entertainment. While boys still have opportunities to go to the gym, play billiards, go bowling, find hookah bars, drive around the beaches and inhale fresh air, girls unfortunately do not. We cannot all get in one car, freely talk about anything and everything, move in our seats to music, because of the presence of a father. Having a brother drive us anywhere is still more preferred by us, but then, brothers have their own lives that they do not want to waste on entertaining us and our girls.

So, where in other countries, we are responsible for the boredom and the lack of passion in our lives, it is not so in Saudi Arabia. It is this country that is responsible for it. It is the way it has nurtured our parents to be strict to unreasonable levels, and bred in us the fear of disobedience towards them. On a plus side, women here develop a sense of rebellion which they satisfy through building a passion for change, a passion for education, a passion for a career. So while every girl in the rest of the world can have passions of traveling and exploring and freedom and music to easily make it happen for them, our passions stay limited to achieving something through our minds, through reading, because that is the only escape to go ahead and find more passions.

The minimal physical exposure, and the lack of emotional and financial support for that exposure, that is needed to develop our passions, till then will keep us boring. Or, we can try and find adventure in our struggle.

A Reading I Rather Not Reveal

2 Jul

So guess what happened at work today? I was helping a customer when an older woman, who had come in with another customer, stepped up to me and told me something about my recent past that kind of left me pretty speechless. She introduced herself as a psychic specialized in palm and tarot readings, but out of curiosity and entertainment, I agreed for her to give me a psychic reading.

It was interesting what she had to say about my past, which is why I agreed to. Normally, I never believe anyone who straight up has something to tell me about my future if they can’t tell me anything about my past. For the most part, she said she was picking up issues with my love life – which by the way is very non-existent or very-comically-existent (who would have guessed, eh).

She talked about two guys in my life – one somewhere on my mind, and one who has me on his mind. She was accurate about the first guy, about his physical appearance and even what he was to me. And well, later during the day, the way she described the second guy revealed to be true as well o.O She was right about the fact I’d never have guessed this person would actually like me.

As for some of my plans in life, she did say I will make them possible, probably not as soon as I wanted, but I will. Basically, she did say I need to start seeing things in my life differently than I do now. And more things…. but, she did say to keep my reading to myself for 3 days so it can bring me good luck. So, just in case she is right about my future, I’d rather not jinx it.

I know, I know… Shhh! There is all the they-say-what-you-want-to-hear, they-say-something-super-general, BUT..!!!! It was interesting! I never had an in-person psychic reading. I was 16 when I had a palmistry reading, which has surprisingly proved to be accurate so far. But, as long as I felt good, that is all I needed.

It’s like a friendly figure in your life encouraging you, pushing you to your full potential by making you see what you are capable of achieving. The woman went on to give my manager a reading as well, who was pretty much satisfied too.

Maybe, in 3 days or so, I will come back here to tell you what she told me. Maybe.

Dinner For A Rainy Night

15 May


Got caught in a thunderstorm for about 20 minutes. Took me 50 seconds to be drenched in my business suit, couldn’t turn anywhere to grab dinner, so this is what I am going to be feasting on tonight. I can’t help but be brilliantly amused by myself. Oh, I did encounter a boy who offered to walk me back under his umbrella, and of course my initial reaction was “oh nah thanks I am fine though” when it was pretty clear at one glance I was nowhere close to it. But I let him help until he started to talk creepy and started to grab me here and there and thank God for it but the rain stopped right then, I thanked him again and like ran back, leaving him few blocks from my place. Strangers… oh well, I am off to enjoy my dinner and finally watch season finales of my TV shows.

iPhone? iCant.

26 Apr

(I am going to try to not be too explicit but just forewarning: it can be NSFW)

Earlier today, while talking with my best friend about her highly unsatisfying one night stands, we tried to figure out reasons why they are all such disappointments. It was nothing to her, she found herself attracted to them, but when it got down to it, size and functionality mattered a lot – neither of which were anything close to bearable.

After all the brainstorming, it came up that if there was anything mutual among the guys, it was that they all owned iPhones.  Something with the phone vibrations in their pocket caused damage? Or that owning an iPhone got to their heads in such a manner they can act like complete tools but not live up to a  perfect reputation.

So well, either way, we came to a simple conclusion. LADIES… avoid men who own iPhones. As a dedicated Android supporter, I don’t think there is any better way to successfully sloganize the Android.

Save your sex life, lay off the iPhone.

The theory doesn’t apply to women with iPhones, just men so far. I haven’t had much feedback from guys about how good or bad in bed a female iPhone user was, but the vice versa has stood correct so far, from several sources. So well, as if cellphones weren’t already used to understand the class of a person, now their sex drive can be figured via them.

Go ahead, test theory, give feedback.