Riffa3

This post goes to my profound love for that little bit of land in center Bahrain, I love you.

I adore how every one is related somehow to another, I laugh at teenagers who think they're big bad men with they're sporty cars, and tobacco. I smile when I see an old lady helped into her car by her loving family, I relax at the many little cold stores that are so helpful they'd come out to get your order (I MISS THAT!) I feel pride when I reply, "I am from Riffa.", I reminisce about the old days, running under the newly bloomed berry tree in my grandmother's backyard, plucking all the red ones out before they turn black. I miss racing with the boys.

I wonder about an old childhood love I had, then slowly shake my head to bury the old memories...
So much has changed.

We've changed.

And here I wish I could turn back the time, staying that little girl snuggling against my fathers arm, recalling how I thought he was the handsomest man I had ever seen, with his tall fit frame, his dark hair and slightly tanned skin, his laughing eyes, his many gifts, that old dusty military uniform in his closet.
I miss you.

Take me back to Riffa3. <3

Lady Lady

The other day I went to get my nails done at the mall, I thought I'd stop by the bookstore before going in my appointment, I picked up a book by one of my favorite authors and preceded to the counter it was then that I spotted the rack, on it were tens of children's dvds and some of the most notorious cartoons of my time, I instantly picked up a boxset of my then favorite cartoon (And still is) Lady Lady. <3

I was instantly reminded of my childhood memories watching it, it was such a delightful experience then, the series had such strong values and a good walkthrough for girls of all ages, It was such a shame that such works are not continued to being produced to this day, of course everyone do have they're preferences but this show was something I'd always wanted to share with my daughter and the thought of her not enjoying it as well as I did never crossed my mind...It made me think, why do our standards seem to shrink with every year come by? Why don't we look for the deeper meaning of things? Is it because people are growing more shallow by every minute? Was romance dead? Or have we just become more cynical of life?

I just wish that such bittersweet and strong feminine works would continue to be introduced.

Don't you just miss the old days?

The goulish wedding

Last night I had a social obligation to attend a wedding ;the invite came for one of my in laws acquaintances, I thought to wear something simple, so I scrambled through my closet to find something suitable, in an instant I remembered a simple red Jenny Packham dress that I had never worn previously and had been a gift to me by my husband on valentines, It wasn't exactly my style but I thought it would be a sweet way to surprise him before I attended the wedding, and it did, anyhow I'm running off course here but I thought I'd relate everything of last night's adventure, Anyhow my ensemble looked good with the silver heels and a studded clutch, Usually my in laws take it to extremes to dress for such occasions, the weddings I've so far attended were an array of couture gowns displayed on very stylish young ladies, and classy interiors run down to the smallest details.Thus I didn't think this wedding would be much less although I had been informed it was a "Bedu" wedding. I merely thought they had bedu origins like the rest of us, but BOY! I was in for a surprise.

When I walked in I was met with a glare of the shabby hall lights, it was like going into a high school cafeteria, the women were dressed in....-No, scratch that I cannot begin to describe it.
It was horrible! They're makeup reminded me of an 80's take on vampires, they're hair was done up and curled and straightened and then curled again and pulled up on a mountain over they're heads. That was the least of it of course, the brga3 wearing women (Oh, Yea) with they're eyes tinted in and out with blue eye shadow, were a nightmare, something out of a horror movie, and they kept glaring at everyone else...I mean were all female, take that thing off!

The hardest thing to do was not to laugh, I know I may sound like a complete ass but when the music started they looked like a stamped jumping here and there, dancing with complete confidence, I had to put my hand on my mouth, put my head against my sister's in law neck and when a little boy with his thob cuffs turned over his elbows, his getra in a complete mess over his head and his mother -who looked like the witch of the west come for revenge- pulled him along with all the pride shinning in her face, I just couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It was a joke! And when I started to imagine the horror the bride must be if these were the "Family" I cringed inside, And then looking down at my watch I noticed it was already close to 12 and the bride hadn't announced her entry, usually it was around that time, I tapped my heels waiting for her to come in, the sooner she was here the better, I seriously wanted to get out of there by then.

When the time passed I was so impatient I turned to S, "Wayn el3roos?"
S, "Msh jaya...3ndhm 3ayb td5al."
I was stunned, WTH! the bride entry was considered inappropriate when all these women were jumping around, dressed in the most vulgar dresses imaginable?!
Talk about double standards!

Needless to say after that proclamation, we decided that there was no more to see, with that we thanked our hosts, said goodbye to the family and walked out to the car, we left just as they announced dinner, which must've been another horror.

Good riddance to that!!

fruitless thoughts.

Today, I've had a major writing block, I am in the process of writing my own novel, but I keep losing tracks of where I'm going with the story at hand. >:(

I know my plot, I know my characters, they're right there in my head, walking about, crossing a road, talking, everything's there except I can't seem to bring it into words like I usually do, Perhaps its my internal turmoil with life. I am unsatisfied, but being mentally troubled often brings about inspiration, so here's hoping. There's the fact that I haven't been sleeping very well and my thoughts have been tracing back to someone who has gotten on my nerves that I have an itch to actually smash something.
Anyhow never mind my ruthless thoughts, the heat has gotten under my skin it seems, and theres the fact that I'm not traveling for a while...
Just kill me, god.

If I had all the money in the world...

There's a phrase that crosses everyone's minds! I for one am a dreamer if I had enough money to hit the shops an buy whatever I could possibly want, and get away with it and still buy some more!

Here's a few of the things I would get. >:D

THE ORANGE BIRKIN.

I want mine with gold hardware though (Etshar6!) looool

I've seen a bigger birkin on a cousin of mine with a flashy orange I'm not a huge Hermes fan but I knew I wanted that bag on the spot! perhaps in the upcoming year...That is if I can actually find one! :/ (I'm not the kind to splurge that much on a bag, since I kinda get bored of them but I thought it would be such a lovely hand me down for my daughter in the future. <3>

THE XL Classic Chanel Jumbo

Now I know this isn't very far up as an Hermes, but I thought I'd get your opinion fashionista's!

Do you think its tacky to buy a vintage Chanel? Basing this on a khaleeji point of view of course, I consider it to be a classic either way and would love to own this particular model but I really don't want to feel bad after getting it...any advice?

My own Condo in Japan!

Ahhh, If only! I know its not a conventional dream, but I have always wanted to go there/live there for as far as I can remember, I really don't care where I just want it to be a destination every now and then. <3

Can you imagine having a picnic under this picturesque scene?!

I know what your thinking but my natural trail of thoughts on money goes back to clothes and accessories...and a place you could put them in. :D

The Closet, I just adore this model, I know some prefer that of MC but her's is not a closet more like my house so I'm being realistic and hoping to convert one of the rooms into this someday :D

-Sigh- Just take me there...<3

An apartment in the champs-elysees!

Perfect summer destination! <3>

J'adore Paris!

Well, thats all I can think of...hehehe I can think of a lot honestly but I doubt this little blog would do in unveiling my most ridiculous fantasies! :P you never know I may just start projecting in actually making them come true. :D