Adulthood? Not so fun..

I remember when I was younger, I used to look forward to hitting 18..
They made it sound so glamorous, like a new restaurant opening in town, where u can only get in with an invitation, or if you knew someone high enough on the social ladder.. connections..

And then the clock ticked 12, it's July 13th, 2001.. And there I was, blowing 18 candles celebrating adulthood. But then I didn't notice any change or any "fun" in my new club.. I thought they raised the threshold to 21.. I had to wait for 3 more years to join the mysterious, highly guarded club.. I waited 18 I might as well wait for 3 more.. And again, on July 13th, 2004.. I was again blowing candles absent-mindedly.. I'm ready, it's time.. I wanna get dressed and run to the gates.. I don't need connections now, I have an invitation!!

Well, what a disappointment!
The club may look glamourous and mystical on the outside with all the smoke-making machines and lazer lights.. But once you make it inside you're forced to follow some certain rules:

1. You're not allowed to leave the "adulthood" club ever again.. Unless ofcourse you die, or get Alzheimer's disease.

2. If you're seen at another club, you're stamped for life as "immature".

3. You can only socialize with people in the club.. Socializing with others will also condemn you to immaturity..

I never saw those rules when I applied for a membership! I was promised alot of fun, but no one spoke to me about responsibility!

Trust me people, unless you're in it for the alcohol, there's nothing special about this boring, mind-numbing, body-ruining club!

I wanna go back to 18, or better yet 17.. when no one could call you adult.. when you're not supposed to do stuff, when you don't have to kill yourself at work to "live" -ironically-..
I wanna go back to my life with regular pepsi, and full fat milk..
I wanna go back to school..
I wanna go back to my dolls and teddy bears..
I wanna go back to watching Bugs Bunny & Pink Panther..
I wanna go back to sleeping with mom in her bed..
I wanna go back to spending all my money and not making any..
I wanna go back to being irresponsible..

I miss the time when my biggest problem was being forced to eat the vegetables on my plate.
I miss the time when I slept 8 hours every night..

I hate this club! I want out.. I want a sick leave, or better yet; a permanent disability leave.. I'm not fit to be an adult.. It's a privilage I don't want!

Bring'em On..

There was a time, I don't know when..
I didn't have, much time for men!
But this is now, and that was then.. I'm learning..

A girl alone,
All on her own,
Must try to have, a heart of stone..
So I try not, to make it known my yearning..

I try to show, I have no need..
I really do, I don't succeed..

So let's bring on the men,
and let the fun begin..
A little touch of sin,
why wait another minute?
Step this way,
it's time for us to play..
They say we may not pass this way again,
so let's waste no more time..
Bring on the men..

I always knew, I always said..
That silk and lace, in black and red..
Will drive a man right off his head..
It's easy..
So many men, so little time..
I want them all, is that a crime?
I don't know why they say that I'm too easy..

They make me laugh,
They make me cry..
They make me sick,
So god knows why!

They break your heart..
they steal your soul..
Take you apart,
and yet they somehow make you whole..
So what's their game?
I suppose a rose by any other name,
a perfume and the prick's the same..

I like to have a man for breakfast each day..
I'm very social and I like it that way..
By late mid-morning I need something to munch..
So I ask over two men for lunch..

And men are mad about my afternoon "tease"..
They're quite informal I just do them to please..
Those tripple sandwiches are my favorite ones..
I am also very partial to buns..

My healthy appetite gets strongest at night..
My at-home dinners are my men-friends delight..
When I invite the fellows over to dine..
They all come early.. in bed by nine!


Unfortunately I didn't write this.. it's a beautiful song.. But if I were to write a song, it would be something like this :P I love the words, the music, Linda's voice, everything about this song!

Warning: Just For Dummies!!

Tagged by Solar Alchemist:


I loved this Tag, u can get reaaaal creative, I had to delete a couple of inappropriate editions :P
Let me see, I tag:
Ache, OT, Lamya, & DiDi..


So, Publish ur own edition ;)

Aya II

Prequels: Chapter I

Just another Monday morning for Maria. Or so she thought.

It was already seven o'clock. In the dorm, where she lived, it was impossible for a living creature to remain in bed after seven. Was it the noise or the smell of freshly brewed coffee? She never knew..

She would wake up, finish her morning routine long before Isabella, her room-slash-soul-mate, would even begin to notice it was morning. For Isabella was the total opposite of Maria.

She was a tall, olive skinned, heavy woman. She wasn't beautiful but she was very charming. She was the kind that you have to talk to her to like her, except that when you do talk to her, you end up loving her. A very funny, down to earth pleasant woman. Was never into make up, hair-dos, jewelery, or even fancy shoes. She was into family, friendships, and lots and lots of laughter.

She was the perfect friend and family for Maria, although they were never related. They just met a year ago when they were interviewed for the job at Cartier's. The funny thing is, they both thought they would never meet again. They were very different that it was impossible for one employer to hire both. What they did not notice is how they completed each other, but ofcourse an experienced boss would never miss that.

Their journey began when they started looking for a place to live. If there was one thing in common between them, it was that they didn't have any money. Living in the college dorms was, no doubt, Isabella's idea. After all they were 18, and no one would mistake them for anything but students.

The "students in disguise" theme worked pretty well for Isabella, but it was constant torture for Maria. Not an honesty issue, it was envy.

Yes, she silently envied her peers. She denied but couldn't help it. She tried convincing herself that she is working by choice. She would succeed but just until the next morning when she has to pass through the gates with all the proud ambitious young women. Every passing day, their ambition grows, and her envy does too. But she never mentioned this to sweet Bella. She wouldn't want to drag a happy woman into her degrading self-pity. It was unfair.

It was just another Monday morning. She'll get through it. She always did.

She wore black stockings, dressed up in a knee-length black dress, perfectly fitting around her tiny waist, matching elegant black heels, pulled her hair back into a ponytail and started applying light touches of makeup. Isabella was almost ready, after living with Maria for a year, she learned a thing or two about getting dressed for work..

Maria: No no no, no pants for you sweetheart! One must learn how to flatter their figure. Now you carry most of your weight on your upper body, but you have beautiful slim legs!
Isabella blushed, she only heard the compliment. The glass was always half full.
She quickly changed into a short tight skirt, and now they were both ready to go. They grabbed their coats, their sunglasses, their coffee, and off to work.

It was a monotonous morning, contrary to what Maria expected. It was February 11th, for god's sake, where are all the lovers? No fancy valentine's gifts this year?
But just as she was realigning the limited edition of pink-gold rings they received for the occasion, an overly excited Isabella runs to her and whispers:
A handsome man just stepped into the store, he's out of my league, but he's all yours!
Maria confused -yet hopeful- walks to the main desk and there he was!
She was thinking:
He's not handsome.. I mean he's tall, athletic, perfectly tanned, but not handsome.
He's well dressed, a pair of black jeans, a cream pullover, and a black cache-col asymmetrically wrapped around his neck.
She watched him move closer, she can now appreciate his "not-so-handsome" facial features: The espresso-brown eyes, the seductive wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the full mouth, the lazily-shaved square jaw. This man is not handsome, he is god damn gorgeous!
She continues silently:
Oh well, this kind of men is never single. Why else would he be here in an expensive jewelery store 3 days away from Val...
Before she could finish that thought, the man asked her in a deep, confident husky voice: Would you go out with me for dinner? Say tonight at 8?

To be continued...

Ready to SouthPark Yourself?

I'm a huge fan of southpark.. I stumbled across this site long time ago.. and I guess it would be fun to share it ;)

SouthPark Yourself!

This is me with an attitude loooool


Time to TAG!
I wanna see BJ's, Ot's, Alchemist's, Saro0na's, Ahmed's, and Ache's..

Get it moving people, I wanna see you southparked!

Objective in Life?

A fellow blogger -Ahmed- asked me the toughest question anyone could ask me at this time..

"What is your main objective in life?"
That is too broad a question, and before I can answer you, I must first answer myself!

I owe it to 4 corners of my life,
Myself
My family
My friends
My career

My main objective in life would be to keep it a fair square, not lean to one corner more than the others and lose the balance..
Currently, the balance is tipped over to my career, that's quite understandable now that I am at a crucial spot, where I must decide what I wanna do for a living.

Being a woman makes it much more difficult.. For instance, when a man decides he wants to do surgery, nobody questions him! but should a woman -godforbid- decides she wants to be a surgeon, everybody around her would start questioning her sanity!

I remember the first line of advice I got from someone in my family:
"You should go into pediatrics."
That's it, period.
I spend 7 years in med school, so that I come this day and listen to you, and do pediatrics.
I reponded that I don't like pediatrics, it's in fact my least favorite subject!
He then says:
"then you should do gynecology!"
That's it, you solved my problem, thank you very much.

You see, the image of a Saudi female doctor is set to be either a pediatrician, a gynecologist, or at the most an internist. Very few make it to surgery unfortunately.

When I decided I wanted to do surgery, the question I was asked the most was:
"So you don't wanna get married?"
but then I did, and the question changed to:
"Oh, so you don't wanna have children?"


I admit that doing surgery is a commitment, I am aware of that.. But then going into med school was the beginning of that commitment.. I don't struggle through 7 years of torture to come at this final point and just quit my ambition for a bunch of dementic people who think a woman should only serve women and children!
I'm not saying that I'm seeking to be equal to men, don't get me wrong! Women that want to be equal to men lack ambition!

I know a couple of colleagues that decided to do laboratory medicine, or an easy non-demanding specialty like anesthesia or dermatology. It's good that a person knows his limits and doesn't run after false dreams. If that is the only way for them to keep their "fair square balance", then I applaude them for their decisions. But it is nobody's right to tell anybody what they CAN'T DO, and what they SHOULD DO instead.

I am an artist, I love sculpture, I have an eye for symmetry and beauty.. I'm an inpatient detail oriented perfectionist. Now what self-respecting creature would throw their skills and talents out the window just because someone else "thinks" they're better off that way?

Self-Tagged (by DotsSon)

I'm bad at drawing, but I love tagging ;)

So I was browsing by, and bumped into this tag on DotsSon's blog, where you must submit a hand drawn picture.. He for example posted the one and only, Dota Lisa! =)

This is my humble attempt to draw the full version of the pic in my profile.. It's a failure, trust me people I'm way prettier than that! LOL

I shall call it.... Madonna of the Blogs!

I guess that's what I look like when I wake up in the morning after 15 hours of sleep!

So now I get to tag.. hmmm, I tag everyone on this blogosphere that doesn't know a clue about holding a pencil down to draw.. And if anyone accepted my tag, just drop a line or 2 in a comment below =)

Aya I

"Aya" is a story with an element of truth, and a couple of elements of fiction. This is my second attempt to write, so please, criticize to encourage, not to make fun :)

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She was lying in bed, on her left side; facing the glow in the dark clock on the night table. This is her definition of being asleep, anticipating three o'clock in the morning, when her father is unquestionably asleep.

As soon as the clock hit three, she would get up and search for her Betty Boop fluffy slippers, climb down the stairs to the living room where the computer is, turn it on and go online.

Her Yahoo screenname was "cocoberries", she couldn't decide what she loved more, chocolate or strawberries. She would log on and wait, it could be a minute, and it could be a couple of hours. Her friend list is empty, except for that one nickname. The smiley next to it was dim, indicating that person being offline. She thought of making herself a cup of hot chocolate while she waits, she'd hear the 'knocking' when that person came online, the kitchen was just next door. While she was stirring in the coco powder, she heard the only sound that made her happy those days, the knock.

She carried the mug back to the living room and took a deep breath to start typing.

cocoberries: te echo de menos.
pisces203: Hey baby, I miss you too. How are you sweetheart?

Tears started obscuring her vision, the screen is now blurred and hazy. She couldn't hold it anymore, she had to cry and give way to her sorrow.

cocoberries: I miss you so much, it's been 3 years now since I last saw you.. And when dad found out I was calling you he's taken my cell phone, and grounded me.
pisces203: I know sweetheart, he's still angry with me. How's your little sister?
cocoberries: Alia's fine, she misses you too!
pisces203: How are you 2 doing in school?
cocoberries: She's doing ok, but I'm not.. this is my last year and I haven't studied a thing. How can I study when you're not around?
pisces203: On the contrary! You have to study! you have to graduate to come to university here and stay with me.

Pieces203 said that knowing it's impossible, but just to motivate her a little. Aya wiped away her tears and nodded to the screen, silently making a promise that she will study and graduate.

pieces203: you have to get some sleep, it's very late in Jeddah now. Go get some sleep and don't worry honey everything will be alright.
Pieces203: Te amo Aya!
cocoberries: I love you too mommy..

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Ahmed, Aya's father, met Maria back in 1980 in Barcelona. He was a businessman and it only made sense that he travelled quite alot. Maria was only 19 when he first met her. She was a saleswoman in Cartier, stunningly beautiful. She had long wavy jet black hair. Her eyes were crystal blue, thick lashed, and absolutely mesmerizing. She wasn't very tall, nor very thin. Her womanly curves blew his mind away. All he could think of when he saw her was having her.
He fell in love with her instantly, he lost his sense of reason and asked her out before he could say a word.
But that was him, he couldn't bear the thought of something beautiful not being his own. He wanted her to walk by his side so that people would envy him, not admire her!

Maria came from a poor family. Her father owned a farm; that's where he lived, and that's why he lived. Maria has always dreamt of the usual prince charming, that would sweep her off her feet, and take her away to a better place, better time..
Maria did not go to college, she graduated from high school and looked for a job. She looked for the job, where she could meet her prince. What better place to meet him than a jewelery store?
She was picky though; she was picky until she met Ahmed.

To be continued...

Announcement..

I decided I'm gonna be seeing women for a change..

Doesn't matter whether single, engaged, married, or even pregnant.. Hell, I'm gonna be seeing mostly pregnant women!

I used to hate XX species, it's a mutual thing, women never liked me! Their first impression of me was always negative, no exceptions! I bet even when my mom first saw me she was thinking: "I'm gonna be having alot of trouble with this one!" lol

So now, I'm giving women a last chance, and they better like me this time.. I'm gonna be exclusively seeing women for 2 months.. I can't say I'm not scared! I like men, they like me too.. I never had trouble with XYs, they're straight forward! -some exceptions ofcourse-

Women are so undulating & serpentile when it comes to relationships.. They act like they like you, when in fact they hate your guts! Perhaps they hate me because I don't do that? I can't smile in the face of someone I don't like, is that a crime?

As I said, this is their last chance, and they better like me, I got the drugs! *evil grin*

No people I'm not turning lesbian, I still haven't given up on my man yet, I'm just starting a gynecology rotation in the university hospital!


I always imagined me being the only doctor on a plane when a woman gets in labor, *I watch alot of Drama series, I admit* so by the end of this year, I'm gonna be able to hop on a plane confident that I can be in charge ;)