People always quote me when I answer this question: What type of guy interests you? This is because of my answer and my manner of answering. First I tilt my head to the right, raise an eyebrow, narrow my eyes then ask: Guy?? The usual reply I get is: Yes, guy... what do you want... girl??? If there were other girls around, expect giggles.
I answer: Guys don't interest me, men do.
And as if on cue, blank or puzzled faces stare back at me. It is then time for me to explain that I'm not looking for an old man, I'm just looking for someone mature. You can be mature at a young age or be immature even at an old age. It's interesting how some fifty year old men are still clueless about their future... literally happy-go-lucky.
The reason why I brought this up is because of my friend's recent experience (let's name him George). He's been working for a couple months now in this department and his superior gave him a box of chocolates for his birthday. Not a lot of people knew that today was George's special day, so he was really surprised when his superior came in with a gift. This made him happy... too happy,in fact, that he shared the gift with everyone in the building.
While he was telling me this through chat, I was laughing and at the same time wondering why he'd done such a thing...
Two days later I catch George online again and he told me about a recent incident in the lunch room. It was raining that day and many of his co-workers, including their superiors, opted for fastfood delivery. A couple of minutes after the food came, their manager (let's call him Keith)walked in the room. He greeted everyone and then mentioned of how generous my friend's immediate superior (let's name him Santiago) was to give George a birthday gift. George told me of how surprised Santiago seemed as their manager spoke. At first Keith was talking about how Santiago should be the example of other immediate superiors, as he truly takes care of his subordinates and makes sure they were happy all the time.
What took Santiago aback though was when Keith kidded about how everyone should now expect a gift from Santiago since he's so generous. At the same time, Santiago should also be given the responsibility of holding department celebrations and get-togethers since he has a special talent in making people happy.
This was the time when I asked George: That seems so weird... Hypocritical and immature.
George is around the same age as I am, and he told me that Santiago was in his late forties and Keith in his late thirties. I asked him if he sensed any tension or irony as Keith spoke about Santiago and he said: No... as a matter of fact, I even told everyone how yummy the chocolate was and they all agreed!
At that point I just wanted to reprimand George, because (even without knowing), I know that there is a little friction between Keith and Santiago. I mean, why would a manager tell his subordinate (who happens to be of position as well) to organize celebrations and get-togethers?? Shouldn't a secretary do that kinda stuff? I asked George how Santiago took this hypocritical comment and all he said was, "Uhmm, he seemed alright with it."
At that point, I just didn't know who to rant about first: George, Keith, or Santiago??????
George: For a guy in his early twenties, I am sure he's aged-out of the stage wherein he needs to show everyone the awesome birthday gift he received from a friend. I do understand that he probably wanted to share his blessings, but in a way.. he was being a bit too vulgar about it. He should've just offered it to people coming in his cubicle and not to everyone in the building. Didn't he realize that there wasn't a whole marching band with Santiago when he was handed the gift??? And worse, he didn't even sense the friction and hypocrisy when Keith was complimenting (???) Santiago for his generosity. He added to the damage when he said "yummy blah blah blah."
Keith: He is the manager of this bank branch and I don't understand his attitude at all. It's great how he set Santiago as the example of other superiors but stupid how he started joking around with him. It felt like he was embarrassing Santiago to the hilt! Was Keith insecure of what Santiago has done? (Quick FYI, George comes from a highly influential political family) Does Keith think that Santiago has done this to win George's favor? If so, how immature for him to tackle this issue in that manner!!! Hello, it's only a birthday gift. Plus, why did he need an entire crowd to witness his act of stripping Santiago's pride (or whatever's left of it)????? Is he insecure himself? No, that question's not even worthy of asking... Lemme re-phrase: He is insecure.
Santiago: I asked George how Santiago took all this crap from Keith and he said that Santiago was just quiet and half-smiling in his seat. He didn't speak a word of defense until the 'organizing celebrations and get-togethers' part. George told me that Santiago answered back to Keith that it's not his job to do that, it's the secretary's! Wow, finally... a defense from the underdog. I was actually holding my breath, scared George would reply 'nothing' on our chat conversation.
Honestly, I feel so sorry toward Santiago because it seems like he's being made fun of in a really nasty and rude way. Worse is that his boss, Keith, did it in front of many people. Had George just slid the box of chocolates in a drawer and waited until he got home to devour the contents, this wouldn't have happened. I told George that although he was innocent in this situation, he is the cause of this embarrassment and future ones Santiago may have. Being the George he is, it was only then that everything sank in his system and then started asking me of what to do to make this all up to Santiago.
I simply replied: Grow up.
I am no position to judge Keith at the moment since I have never met or interacted with him. But based on the story George told me, I can tell that Keith has a man's age but a guy's --or shall I say boy's-- level of maturity. He needs a lot of growing up to do. And if the cause of this friction between Keith and Santiago is petty...
.......I'm sure all my readers now understand why my single and most minimal requirement in finding a partner is: being a MAN.
7.28.2009
sale sale sale!!!
Usually around the months of June and December, malls in the Kingdom offer great discounts on well-known American and European brands. Mom and I always look forward to this sale event because they seriously drop prices... I'm talking 75% off the tag tax-free!
Last night we went down to the mall to check if the stores have marked-down their items. To our disappointment, they haven't. Yeah Massimo Dutti's got their section of sale items, but unlike before, they were taking only SR50 off the tag... so much for the so-called sale. So mama and I settled with what we got: two pairs of shoes from Aldo, one from Nine West, and three dresses from Zara (mine!!)... better bargains in those stores.
I'm starting to guess this is due to the global economic crisis. Lots of stores are closing down and even huge family corporations (groups?? I don't know what to call them) are struggling to hold on to their assets. Putting more insult to the injury, many people are also losing their jobs. So I guess even if these stores put huge signboards screaming SALE!!!!!, it doesn't mean anything if the pricetag doesn't show much difference.
Last night we went down to the mall to check if the stores have marked-down their items. To our disappointment, they haven't. Yeah Massimo Dutti's got their section of sale items, but unlike before, they were taking only SR50 off the tag... so much for the so-called sale. So mama and I settled with what we got: two pairs of shoes from Aldo, one from Nine West, and three dresses from Zara (mine!!)... better bargains in those stores.
I'm starting to guess this is due to the global economic crisis. Lots of stores are closing down and even huge family corporations (groups?? I don't know what to call them) are struggling to hold on to their assets. Putting more insult to the injury, many people are also losing their jobs. So I guess even if these stores put huge signboards screaming SALE!!!!!, it doesn't mean anything if the pricetag doesn't show much difference.
I sat down with baba after we got home and talked to him about this. He said that most retail stores aren't doing good these days and marking-down their merchandise would just knock them out. To attract buyers, they launched a 'buy 2 get 1 free' promo. Some buyers might think that it's for their advantage but actually it's for the store. Not only do they steer clear from a 50% markdown, they also get rid of end-of-season stock.
My advice to the shopaholics? Spend wisely, eat well and stay positive. Inshallah the global economy will recover this year.... and we could all go shopping like crazy again.
YAY! =)
7.27.2009
my progress in the sandbox
Before I left for Saudi Arabia, I had to make a big decision about a relationship. I got to a point wherein I had to choose between two equally advantageous and disadvantageous options in my life.
Option A: Follow my boyfriend's advice and leave for the States and in four months get married with him. Totally a great option for those who really want to achieve their American dream. He is currently working as an RN in San Francisco, studying for his MBA, and fattening up his 401K and savings accounts. The greatest advantage was that I knew and felt that he loved me more than I loved him, for I knew he'd take care of me and never break my heart. The catch was I'd be disowned by my family and probably never get to talk to them for the rest of my life.
Option B: Break-up with my boyfriend, trust in God, and let destiny take it's course. By this I mean, following my parents wishes of moving back to Saudi Arabia. There's too much uncertainty in this decision since I wasn't sure if I'd get employed and most importantly, do what I love doing most---enjoying my life to the hilt!
As obvious as it may seem, I chose option B. Most of my friends were shocked by my decision, primarily because they knew that my boyfriend (now ex) and I were so in love and that there aren't much opportunities for female expats in the Middle East. They thought I was high on drugs when I told them what my plans were.
Big question: WHY????
Choosing your parents seems to always be the easiest when caught in a dilemma like this. Some people even talk about how lovers are replaceable compared to parents who aren't. But I didn't follow this advice. I chose my folks because I never wanted my boyfriend to feel that I married him for the green card, and worse is that someday he'd take it against me, say we get into a heated argument. Plus, somewhere deep inside my heart I know that he'll never grow out of loving me even if our break-up was really painful.
Believe it or not, something inside me kept wanting to go back to the sandbox. It was such a strong feeling that I knew everything would be alright even if I was uncertain about my future. I recall how glad and relieved my baba sounded when I called him to ask for more details about my departure. Funny how he thought an 8J seat on an A330 would make me happy. I rolled my eyes when I got my e-ticket because baba hasn't changed at all. He still thinks that money can buy forgiveness and happiness. (Ex: Buying mom flowers and jewelry after picking petty fights with her.) I called him about it and all he said was: I know that leaving your friends there isn't easy, so I want to make you happy the first eight hours away from them. LOL.
I remember when I my plane landed in Bahrain. I was staring out the window thinking of what's going to happen next in my life. Like the cabin I was in, my mind was practically empty with ideas and.... goals, basically. I didn't expect a marching band to welcome me home either, since I knew most of my friends were OOK for good or married. As a matter of fact, a driver would be good enough since it was just before dawn when I arrived. To my surprise, my parents were at Costa Coffee awaiting the return of their princess. Mom hugged me so tight and kept saying how happy she was to have me back for good. Baba was just behind her with a rectangular box in his hands. He hugged me too and asked me to open the gift.
Me: OMG...A new small laptop (the 8-10 inch one)! ....in my favorite color! Thanks so much mama and baba!! (hugs and kisses them both)
Mama and baba: You're welcome habibti.
Baba: I knew it'd make you happy honey... It's got everything you need, from Vista to the accessories.
Me: Really? How exciting! (In my mind: There you go again baba... Old habits die hard.)
LOL!
My first couple of weeks seemed quite weird in the Kingdom because it wasn't like I was a returning student leaving soon, as I did for the past seven years of my life. Now I'm handing my CVs out left and right like a flyer advertising a new cafe, while hoping I'd be lucky enough to give to a big big wasta connected to a hospital. Ha ha!
Thankfully, I'm now employed and helping out various organizations with their activites that interest me. Although I still don't have much friends, I'm happy with the decision I made. And as for the matters of the heart, I'm still healing and hoping. My ex and I are communicating like best friends now and what's even better was when he told me he'd wait for destiny to bring us back together. See, my gut feeling was right! Both of us know that it's not the right time since distance will strain our relationship. As for admirers, I know they're around... in close parameters, but none are zero-ing in. Too bad for me. LMAO!
No worries, I will write when something comes up. But until then, I feel my mind's too stressed to veer into the issues of the heart. ;)
Option A: Follow my boyfriend's advice and leave for the States and in four months get married with him. Totally a great option for those who really want to achieve their American dream. He is currently working as an RN in San Francisco, studying for his MBA, and fattening up his 401K and savings accounts. The greatest advantage was that I knew and felt that he loved me more than I loved him, for I knew he'd take care of me and never break my heart. The catch was I'd be disowned by my family and probably never get to talk to them for the rest of my life.
Option B: Break-up with my boyfriend, trust in God, and let destiny take it's course. By this I mean, following my parents wishes of moving back to Saudi Arabia. There's too much uncertainty in this decision since I wasn't sure if I'd get employed and most importantly, do what I love doing most---enjoying my life to the hilt!
As obvious as it may seem, I chose option B. Most of my friends were shocked by my decision, primarily because they knew that my boyfriend (now ex) and I were so in love and that there aren't much opportunities for female expats in the Middle East. They thought I was high on drugs when I told them what my plans were.
Big question: WHY????
Choosing your parents seems to always be the easiest when caught in a dilemma like this. Some people even talk about how lovers are replaceable compared to parents who aren't. But I didn't follow this advice. I chose my folks because I never wanted my boyfriend to feel that I married him for the green card, and worse is that someday he'd take it against me, say we get into a heated argument. Plus, somewhere deep inside my heart I know that he'll never grow out of loving me even if our break-up was really painful.
Believe it or not, something inside me kept wanting to go back to the sandbox. It was such a strong feeling that I knew everything would be alright even if I was uncertain about my future. I recall how glad and relieved my baba sounded when I called him to ask for more details about my departure. Funny how he thought an 8J seat on an A330 would make me happy. I rolled my eyes when I got my e-ticket because baba hasn't changed at all. He still thinks that money can buy forgiveness and happiness. (Ex: Buying mom flowers and jewelry after picking petty fights with her.) I called him about it and all he said was: I know that leaving your friends there isn't easy, so I want to make you happy the first eight hours away from them. LOL.
I remember when I my plane landed in Bahrain. I was staring out the window thinking of what's going to happen next in my life. Like the cabin I was in, my mind was practically empty with ideas and.... goals, basically. I didn't expect a marching band to welcome me home either, since I knew most of my friends were OOK for good or married. As a matter of fact, a driver would be good enough since it was just before dawn when I arrived. To my surprise, my parents were at Costa Coffee awaiting the return of their princess. Mom hugged me so tight and kept saying how happy she was to have me back for good. Baba was just behind her with a rectangular box in his hands. He hugged me too and asked me to open the gift.
Me: OMG...A new small laptop (the 8-10 inch one)! ....in my favorite color! Thanks so much mama and baba!! (hugs and kisses them both)
Mama and baba: You're welcome habibti.
Baba: I knew it'd make you happy honey... It's got everything you need, from Vista to the accessories.
Me: Really? How exciting! (In my mind: There you go again baba... Old habits die hard.)
LOL!
My first couple of weeks seemed quite weird in the Kingdom because it wasn't like I was a returning student leaving soon, as I did for the past seven years of my life. Now I'm handing my CVs out left and right like a flyer advertising a new cafe, while hoping I'd be lucky enough to give to a big big wasta connected to a hospital. Ha ha!
Thankfully, I'm now employed and helping out various organizations with their activites that interest me. Although I still don't have much friends, I'm happy with the decision I made. And as for the matters of the heart, I'm still healing and hoping. My ex and I are communicating like best friends now and what's even better was when he told me he'd wait for destiny to bring us back together. See, my gut feeling was right! Both of us know that it's not the right time since distance will strain our relationship. As for admirers, I know they're around... in close parameters, but none are zero-ing in. Too bad for me. LMAO!
No worries, I will write when something comes up. But until then, I feel my mind's too stressed to veer into the issues of the heart. ;)
7.26.2009
my new baby!!!
Last Thursday, our car was finally released by the showroom. It was a great relief for the family, especially for baba, since they've delayed its delivery for days after we've paid it off. What's funny was that they were telling baba that they needed to get a full payment first prior to processing the license plate. Baba didn't want to do that because he knew that once they got the cash, they'd chillax and leave us chasing after them.
Mom and I didn't want to believe him at first, so we kept telling him to pay it off... I guess he had enough when he went there and settled everything on Tuesday morning. The sales representative promised baba that they'd release the car on Thursday morning, but guess what? No truck was available to deliver our car to the showroom!
Ughhh! It was such a disappointment since we've blocked Thursday morning off for nothing. Baba was telling the manager that they've gotta release the car by the afternoon or else he'd be launching a complaint.
So all they needed was a nine-letter word (complaint) to expedite the entire process. And as expected, baba's mobile went off at the exact time they promised. Thank God we didn't have any guests visiting us that afternoon.
The car was picked up well before the teenage drivers invaded the freeways and streets of Khobar. Thank God! It's really a skill to be sharing the concrete with them. It's nothing to baba but it was issue for mom since she said that the car was mine!
Mine????
Seriously? And she said, yeah. It's an automatic SUV, enough to put in all the shoes, accessories, clothes, and bags that I needed. Plus, it's got enough space to sit all my friends. It really caught me offguard and for the time she was talking... I felt the world stop. Literally.
No wonder why the letters of the license plate read my initials! I never realized it. Awww... a brand new SUV to drive around camp. What a great commodity. I could've just settled for a hand-me-down sedan, but yeah, and SUV does have its advantages! :)
As you can guess, it was difficult for me to sleep that night. Not only coz I was excited to my toes, but also coz I know having a car requires responsibility. It's not enough to have good music playing and a beautiful lady behind the wheel.
Looking at the keys laying on the table now... I'm thinking if I should drive or just take the circuit bus to the commissary. Omg, so stressful!
LOL
Mom and I didn't want to believe him at first, so we kept telling him to pay it off... I guess he had enough when he went there and settled everything on Tuesday morning. The sales representative promised baba that they'd release the car on Thursday morning, but guess what? No truck was available to deliver our car to the showroom!
Ughhh! It was such a disappointment since we've blocked Thursday morning off for nothing. Baba was telling the manager that they've gotta release the car by the afternoon or else he'd be launching a complaint.
So all they needed was a nine-letter word (complaint) to expedite the entire process. And as expected, baba's mobile went off at the exact time they promised. Thank God we didn't have any guests visiting us that afternoon.
The car was picked up well before the teenage drivers invaded the freeways and streets of Khobar. Thank God! It's really a skill to be sharing the concrete with them. It's nothing to baba but it was issue for mom since she said that the car was mine!
Mine????
Seriously? And she said, yeah. It's an automatic SUV, enough to put in all the shoes, accessories, clothes, and bags that I needed. Plus, it's got enough space to sit all my friends. It really caught me offguard and for the time she was talking... I felt the world stop. Literally.
No wonder why the letters of the license plate read my initials! I never realized it. Awww... a brand new SUV to drive around camp. What a great commodity. I could've just settled for a hand-me-down sedan, but yeah, and SUV does have its advantages! :)
As you can guess, it was difficult for me to sleep that night. Not only coz I was excited to my toes, but also coz I know having a car requires responsibility. It's not enough to have good music playing and a beautiful lady behind the wheel.
Looking at the keys laying on the table now... I'm thinking if I should drive or just take the circuit bus to the commissary. Omg, so stressful!
LOL
7.20.2009
feeling funny
My mom woke me up at 4am this morning to discuss her thoughts about the brand new car purchased last night. We have yet to bring it home since the papers and the license plate are still in process. I guess mom felt a little surreal since it's our first SUV.
With only four hours of sleep, my brain felt like it was floating on a tub full of water (hydrocephalus?? unlikely...) but I tried my best to concentrate coz I knew that mom needed someone to hear her out. We talked about parking, driving it around camp, and then taking it downtown.
It was a nice conversation that made me think of how great my day would be while taking a shower. I was full of energy when I stepped out of the house but something made it all dissapate when I got to the clinic.
First was this co-worker who was kinda rude even after I offered to hear her out about her dramatic love story. Could you believe that she even indiscreetly kicked me out of her office during our conversation?????
Talk about being rude!!
Anyway, instead of sinking in all that negativity in my system, I decided to just whisk it away since I had better issues to concentrate my energy and mind on. Such as a call from my friend who's gonna help me out in getting a part-time job outside as an RN, my class at the Recreation, and family time tonight.
With only four hours of sleep, my brain felt like it was floating on a tub full of water (hydrocephalus?? unlikely...) but I tried my best to concentrate coz I knew that mom needed someone to hear her out. We talked about parking, driving it around camp, and then taking it downtown.
It was a nice conversation that made me think of how great my day would be while taking a shower. I was full of energy when I stepped out of the house but something made it all dissapate when I got to the clinic.
First was this co-worker who was kinda rude even after I offered to hear her out about her dramatic love story. Could you believe that she even indiscreetly kicked me out of her office during our conversation?????
Talk about being rude!!
Anyway, instead of sinking in all that negativity in my system, I decided to just whisk it away since I had better issues to concentrate my energy and mind on. Such as a call from my friend who's gonna help me out in getting a part-time job outside as an RN, my class at the Recreation, and family time tonight.
Three hours later.....................
I had to stop writing since a patient came in for examination. Now, out of the hospital finished with my class at Recreation, I'm sitting on a couch with my feet up, relaxing. Yes! Most of my commitments are done for the day. :)
The co-worker I mentioned above had an even more dramatic episode forty-five minutes before I left the unit. Thankfully, no more patients came to be examined so I guess I had a couple minutes to spare. Something really bad happened to her and I just didn't know how to express my sympathy towards her (primarily because of what happened earlier this morning). I tried to use the kindest negative words but she stopped me and said I was too innocent and didn't know how horribe the world is. Okay I get that, but please, understand that I'm trying to be as tactful as I can be with you... I didn't want to say brutal comments about the 'cause' since I wasn't sure how she'd react.
(Long deep breath)
Anyway...... my class at the Recreation was really nice, I don't have any complaints. I taught them how to put make-up on themselves and on each other. It was fun and interesting but too time-consuming. We weren't able to touch on runway and posing today, which got me kinda worried. But I have confidence in my participants so I'm really sure they'll go a great job on Wednesday.
I just glanced out the window and noticed how smooth a lady parked her SUV across the street. Amazing! This really reminded me of what mom said early this morning: Sweetheart, you really need to polish on your parking. LOL!
My stomach's grumbling now so I gotta grab a snack....
Catch ya later amigas! :)
7.19.2009
miss independent... literally
An hour before my first modeling session at the Recreation I got a call from the assistant I was really counting on to help me out. She told me she was sick with a sore throat therefore couldn't make it because she's scared that the students would get infected with her disease.
Instead of inquiring further about her illness, I decided to drop it and wished she would get well soon. What struck me was when she said that she knows she won't get better until the next couple of days. (Like... really!?)
Technically, her excuse didn't buy my sympathy. Why? Mainly because a sore throat cannot be caught by people around you. There are two types, viral and bacterial. For the viral sore throat, you get the flu first then the sore throat. Whereas the bacterial type could only be transmitted through kissing.
Analyzing the sound of her voice, I'm sure she didn't have the flu... plus she never mentioned it. If bacterial, it wouldn't have mattered anyway since none of my students would kiss her on the lips.
Basically what I'm trying to get to is Professionalism. Here you are an hour before class giving me such a lame excuse about not making it after giving me your word a week ago. I mean, HELLO! People should be honest enough and tell them at least a night before that they can't make it because they just don't feel like doing so. It may sound a little cold and inconsiderate, but at least you were able to be honest about it.
Ughh, well at least I was able to survive teaching the class alone. The two hours seemed kinda slow at some point then later on it was like "Oh my God, times up already!" My students were really cooperative and seemed interested to learn.
Inshallah (God willing) they maintain this momentum until Wednesday and pull an impressive fashion show on Wednesday.
Until then, keep posted amigas...
Instead of inquiring further about her illness, I decided to drop it and wished she would get well soon. What struck me was when she said that she knows she won't get better until the next couple of days. (Like... really!?)
Technically, her excuse didn't buy my sympathy. Why? Mainly because a sore throat cannot be caught by people around you. There are two types, viral and bacterial. For the viral sore throat, you get the flu first then the sore throat. Whereas the bacterial type could only be transmitted through kissing.
Analyzing the sound of her voice, I'm sure she didn't have the flu... plus she never mentioned it. If bacterial, it wouldn't have mattered anyway since none of my students would kiss her on the lips.
Basically what I'm trying to get to is Professionalism. Here you are an hour before class giving me such a lame excuse about not making it after giving me your word a week ago. I mean, HELLO! People should be honest enough and tell them at least a night before that they can't make it because they just don't feel like doing so. It may sound a little cold and inconsiderate, but at least you were able to be honest about it.
I believe that any openminded person would just take it cooly and adjust to the loss in human resources. There's no reason to be scared.
Ughh, well at least I was able to survive teaching the class alone. The two hours seemed kinda slow at some point then later on it was like "Oh my God, times up already!" My students were really cooperative and seemed interested to learn.
Inshallah (God willing) they maintain this momentum until Wednesday and pull an impressive fashion show on Wednesday.
Until then, keep posted amigas...
7.18.2009
ana mudarissa
In English... I'm a teacher, a modeling instructor in fact.
LOL...
It gives me shivers down my spine whenever I answer people who ask,
"So, what do you do at the Recreation?"
I answer them honestly and get different reactions... For those who have known me all my life were in complete disbelief (aka: You got to be kidding me...No way!), them who have just became acquainted with me didn't seem surprised since they sorta had a feeling I modeled, and the rest were queasy coz they'd prefer me doing more professional stuff (hmmm... in whatever definition that may mean).
FYI:
I trained under John Robert Powers in the Philippines and have joined various runway and photoshoots during my stay there.
Regardless of how uneasy my gut feels when promted with this question, I proudly tell them what I do because it's truly a source of my happiness. Working with young girls and adolescent ladies wanting to be like me and my other colleagues in the modeling industry inspires me to wake up in the morning with a extreme boost of energy enough to last until the Christmas shopping rush.
So yeah, I'm excited for my first class tomorrow and our Fashion Show on Wednesday. Yay!
my fifth attempt
Okay world... this is my fifth attempt in trying to keep up with a blog. I'm just so good with starting one yet I don't get to follow through. I guess it's coz of lack of time to get all my thoughts typed into the great worldwide web.
But since I'm now back in Dhahran, I'm sure there's always time to spare to pitch in a thought or two on this site.
Why warm snowflakes? Basically coz each sandstorm we get in the Kingdom reminds me of how grave the blizzards were when I was in Chicago. Sandust=Snowflakes... get it?? Naaaaahh, nevermind! LOL!
Keep posted fellas......
But since I'm now back in Dhahran, I'm sure there's always time to spare to pitch in a thought or two on this site.
Why warm snowflakes? Basically coz each sandstorm we get in the Kingdom reminds me of how grave the blizzards were when I was in Chicago. Sandust=Snowflakes... get it?? Naaaaahh, nevermind! LOL!
Keep posted fellas......
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