Thursday, August 25, 2005

Love, oh sweet love

I remember coming back home and finding your lengthy comment on one of my posts. It was then when I instantly fell in love with the way you write. Back then, I had only accumulated a modest number of posts, yet I was still looking forward to reading your comments either after work or evenings. Until the wedding night…

I cannot describe the heightened excitement I felt when I realised that you were online at the same time as I was. I was hesitant at the start of making the move of asking you to chat with me on MSN messenger, but I think my yearning for an intellectual talk did not deter me. Little did I know that being forward was going to set my foot on an emotional rollercoaster I thought I’ll never be up to.

When you asked me whether there are things I love about you, I was thinking to myself ‘how could he doubt it?’. My love, there are zillions of things I find and consider great about you. If I had thought that you lacked fundamental things in a person, I would not have fallen in LOVE with you.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Fat Free

Why are women more self conscious about their bodies than men? And why are men, no matter what shape and form they come in, always think that they are God’s gift to earth?. I suppose it all starts from the early days of Human kind, when God created Adam and then Eve. Men think they are the perfect sex because God made Adam first. But, unfortunately it did not occur to them that God perhaps thought that the man s/he created was not perfect enough, so Adam was modified a bit and Eve, the mother of all women, was made to be top notch of perfection.
I believe the issue of body image starts from the type of clothing a culture expects a person to wear. When you think of it, we are used to men wearing suits, they come in different colours and patterns but they stay suits, consisting of a jacket, shirt, tie and trousers. However, when it comes to women, there is a countless variety of different clothing that will unduly makes a woman think too much about the way she looks. This thing not only applies for the western society, but also to the majority of the world.
The society puts a lot of pressure on females, for example, when a man takes his girlfriend to meet his family for the first time, the female gets subjected to a length of criticism after the nerve-wrecking meeting starting from the way she looks, and especially her weight. Speaking from a personal experience, I always had a comment or two about my weight from friends’ parents. And to top it all, every time I went to visit their house over a dinner party or whatever, there was usually a flying comment about whether I lost or gained weight. When a female applies for a job, her appearance and body image is of prime importance for the majority of ‘female-required-jobs’.The media puts pressure on the female celebrities, the examples are plenty as one has to just watch the E! channel and observe the weight-relating reports.
And you know who else puts pressure on females? Females themselves!!!! Every time you walk aimlessly down town, the only gender that always stares back at you and eyes you from head to toe are FEMALES, its very rare that males do that in broad day light in a country like England unless they are under the influence of alcohol or some kind class A drugs! Another example is in the gym, females tend to look at each other and think to themselves ‘ I wish I had a bum like hers’ but men don’t do that! I even questioned some of my mates about whether they look at fellow athletes in the gym, and the answer was ‘ no’.
So, I wonder, who is to blame in this never-ending quest to form fat-free women?

Friday, August 19, 2005

Back from holidays (A bit of a late post)


Hello everyone, I am back!

Going back to my 2nd homeland had a different flavour to it this time. One of the major differences is that I am no longer a student and obviously this meant that i had a lot of dosh in my kitty. It was such a pleasure to be able to look at everything knowing I can afford it this time.
Luckily enough, the weather was splendid throughout my stay there and I had a blast getting everywhere on foot, something I do not get to enjoy in our scorching hot Kuwait. I pigged out on every junk there is in the UK, shopped til i dropped and stayed up so late (something I do not get to do much during working days).
You see, holidays are not complete until you you get shit forced down your throat. I was looking forward to getting back home to show off my new clothing items and to get back to my 'addictive' workaholic routine. So, I get to the airport and only 5 minutes away from my terminal, I hear on the news that bloody British Airways went on strike. I happily got stuck in the airport for 2 nights, and had to queue for up to 6 hours to get my flights re-routed to get back home. I managed to get to Kuwait after spending almost 24 hours travelling. and to top it all up, my luggage did not arrive with me, which made me ever so miserable.
Anyhow, I am safe and sound and that's what is important. For the first time in my life I did not suffer from post-holidays depression, and that is thanks to the BA strike! I hope I will be fully recovered for my next trip.....

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Post-birthdays and holidays


I had a splendid birthday!
At work, I had a mini-birthday party which was nice and sweet of my colleagues. I received beautiful presents on that day and I felt like a little child getting excited all over them. I ended up my long day of gift-receiving by having dinner with my friends in Marina Crescent.
Unlike Fadibou (a fellow blogger) I did not get the disco-ball bash, but there is always my 30th-birthday in 4 years time.
Well my friends, I am going away on holiday for couple of weeks. Don't miss me too much...and I shall blog back once I am over my post-holiday blues...
See ya later