Let There Be Light

Me and My 24 years old-nephew at the tailor shop…

Me: (looking at the tailor) Can you make it like this one? …
Tailor: (looking at my nephew) yes, but it will be much longer!
Me: (looking at the tailor) That’s ok, I want it to be longer!
Tailor: (looking at my nephew) ok, as you like!
Me: (looking at the tailor) yeah, ok.
Tailor: (looking at my nephew) ok.

P.S. The tailor was NOT cross-eyed!

I’ve started this blog a year ago! A very clear sign that I didn’t celebrate valentine last year (nor the year before … nor the year before… nor the year before…).

As always, these lovely, adorable creatures are doing all self protection for me. Don’t you just admire their devotion! They never take a time out, never, always on the run. They remind me of that group of teachers checking every class in school for any sign of red! and those teachers reminded me of Equilibrium. For me this movie is the story of my life, for real. That’s what life looks like when feelings are prohibited
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I’m having such a delightful time with this seme’s schedule! It was out on Tue (they said Mon but since when they are on time) … I’m still negotiating with it :/

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A year ago I used to consider ignoring my mother while she’s lecturing me as an impolite act. Nowa days, I believe it’s one of life’s requirements! She can talk non-stop, all I have to do is whispering (singing) … “If my sky should fall… would you eeeeven call… opened up my heart… I never waaaant to part… I’m giiiiving you the ball…”

God bless!

Translation: “According to The Commission for Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice; passing coffee to women is not allowed.

Thanks for your cooperation!”

This is why I’m not a big fan of school breaks. The d u l l n e s s. Sitting home doing absolutely NOTHING.

I’m watching too much elections debates, last night I had a dream about Obama! he was reading to me a bedtime story (too bad I didn’t catch the story’s name), and when I woke up the next morning he was gone!!!

My addiction to reading is kicking in again. Ghada El Samman IS addictive.

Two years ago, I bought a home Gym. It was so much fun, I mean 3 hours a day would fly so quick. Of course, my mother hated it BIG TIME, she believes sport isn’t for girls! so after two years of mutual love… my hottie gym had to go *sniff, sniff*

I’ve always wondered, why do non-Saudis go on line? I mean I have all the right to have a second life but what’s their excuse? I LOVE my friends around the world but still I don’t understand why do they spend more than one hour on line!

Will this post ever end?

I’ve met with an old friend of mine yesterday. My fav FM radio station. Six years ago I was having the same dullness I have now but it was doubled cuz when I was younger it was much easier to control me. Anyway, one day I found a treasure!!! I listened to these two and they became my two best friends!

Checking my blog stats is sometimes the main event in my day (pathetic? I know). It’s interesting what people write in search engines to find my blog. I also find a bunch of weird and creepy words that in no way I wrote about such things :
lalla mona (It feels really, really good to have someone googoling moi)
mona (again, it feels good)
saudi girl photo: ( no comment)
video saudi girl: ( no comment)
saudi girls problem english: (ouch)
i want to know what the story of girl of: (I love it when people talk to google!)
kareem salama: (awww)
no freedom of speech: (tell me about it!)
misyar saudi girl:(in English kaman! wajaaaaa3!!!)
I am a girl this is my email: (the text book definition for ‘Desperate’)

I don’t think there will ever be another Ziad Rahbani and Joseph Saqr! Some say Ziad wrote most of their songs while he was drunk lol I bet that’s why I love him. This one is deep and hilarious:

(download this Aisha :P)
بما انو
إلنا ساعة عرفت كيف
عم نحكي و ما فهمت كيف
يو انو انا مش عم فهم يو انو فهمك خفيف
ارخي القصة شو بدك عيف
انسى القصة شو بدك عيف
ارخي القصة شو بدك عيف

At times, I get the feeling that a long time ago the whole world had gathered and decided this: Let’s make a hell outta Mona’s life! *cheers*

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Mamma has her own tv in her room, these days she has a new fav show, starring who? I have no idea! You can’t see his face, you can only hear his voice screaming, foreboding and sometimes making these weird voices as his sermon gets more serious. Last week, Right after he finished his daily babbling, Mamma came to my room and she was acting really weird:

- what are you doing?
- I’m reading something.
- do you have to be online to read?
- yes!
- wallahi this only brings corruption. The sheikh said the devil lives here (pointing at my laptop).
- LOL but it’s too hot in here, poor devil.
- He told a story about a girl who …
- yeaaa yeaaa yeaaa, our HOLY sheikhs, our Holy story tellers. Tell me something, why would you believe him? why would you believe his stupid stories?
- astaghfurAllah he knows Quran and hadeeths by heart.
- oh yeah? how come you’re so sure? do you even know his name? did you see his face? I’m your daughter for 22 years, why do you take his words over mine?
- turn off your laptop now…
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Last Friday I said ” Friday is all about men screaming into microphones”. Me and one of my friends had a tiny tiny debate about that, she thinks I should feel lucky for it! Now why would anyone feel lucky for having hundreds of angry men screaming into microphones around their house? And they say the same thing every week, the same thing. The part that drives me crazy is “OH WOMEN, FEAR GOD”. If only I can open my window and shout back at him “OH SHUT UP”. He wants me to fear god, good one, lock me at home and when you let me out I meet your mates from the religious police so guess what? I think you did all fearing for me, Thanks!
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FW emails are one of the most stupid things I have seen in my life;
No, I don’t wanna share my birthday with the whole world.
No, I don’t wanna see some “naughty” pictures.
No, I don’t wanna defend Islam nor the prophet by forwarding emails.
And I absolutely don’t wanna read a letter from Satan.
The list goes on and on… I never bother to even read them, ‘delete’ is the best option on hotmail! Last week I had to reply to one of them. A new colleague sent it, I never liked that girl, she’s too rude. Her email included many stupid things but to say “Fairouz financed The Sabra and Shatila massacre” is a deadly mistake!
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Are you tired of me talking and complaining? well, at least I’m not holding a microphone…

I saw this on Palestine tv last night. This guy is ABSOLUTELY amazing. Just when you think ‘ok he can’t top this one’, he proves you wrong and HE DOES IT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!

enjoy…

I can watch him forever (woaa?)

I’m done with finals. Ahhh I feel so emotional lol, I mean I survived people… I SURVIVED!