Friday, September 30, 2005
First thing is first:


lotsa n lotsa things have happened that I want to write about, but just too damn lazy to do so. Remind me later cuz mashalla sirt nasaaaaya mara.

I'm sooo hyper these days its freaky (so forgive the huge fonts)

and a happpy new year whoaaah ( dunno just felt like saying it)


posted by Noor on 1:03 AM


Sunday, September 25, 2005

posted by Noor on 10:49 PM


Thursday, September 22, 2005

Circus is in TOWN!! Yippee

My ears are still ringing from our little rendevous with the circus.

It was jam packed filled with children to the brim.
It was so awesome and amazing and just darn fun.

Habeebi Sarooji was soo excited and loved it, it was so cute watching his eyes aglow with laughter and tiny little hands clapping. It made me love the cirrus even more.

Of course he was only amused for an hour and after that got fidgety and wouldn't stay still for a second. So off we were back to the house, and back to my Best Friend Bear in the Big Blue House.


Now he's sound asleep and I'm awake with hunger.

I've been told my Gorgeous mother, if I don't lose weight she will personally see to my whipping. loooooool
As I know my mother well, she's good for her word.
So here I am hungry and my beautiful curvaceous body turning into skin n bones
I think I look great now I have a better figure than before. I was just too skinny.
To tell the truth I kinda miss being thin.

Now I'm stuck between wanting to be thin and wanting my current curves.
I blame it on Sweesra ( as it is called in La Arabe Sauodite).
They have the best cheeses and chocolate and milk and the most freshest of fresh air imaginable. You know that means, INDULGE. And indulging I have. To the point where I just don't want to leave.
And in two months we are :(
I'm going to go cry now and drink skimmed milk with canderal sugar.
Envied I am.

posted by Noor on 8:40 PM


Sunday, September 18, 2005

Can't live with'em or without'em

With Bear in the Big Blue House singing in the backround and a toddler dancing around, the Converstaion started out like this:

Her: How come you don't get me flowers everyday?
Him: How come you don't cook everyday?
Her: Don't you DARE change the subject!
Him: You know how I feel about buying flowers. Why let beautiful things, Alive and thriving die in front of your eyes.
Her: Your killing me, just killing me , I'm going to nag you all day until I get them, at least once a week.
Him: *sighing really hard* When we move, I'll fill our garden with flowers how does that sound?
Her: *thinking* No.
Him: You're so cute.
Her: AWWWW really ?
Him: You know it, how about going out today anywhere you want.
Her: Ok, but lets go out now.
Him: Whatever you want Ya Galby. ( with a content grin on his face)

Men !! Can't live with them, Can't never ever live without them. Life is so complicated.
" Imagine a world without men, You would have happy fat women"

This story is unrelated to the author. It it fiction.

posted by Noor on 3:52 PM


Friday, September 16, 2005

Turn, Snatch and poof goes the bag!

I have been robbed. Shamlessly.
I’m too much in shock to even got through all the details
How did this come to happen you may ask.
While playing with Siraj.
I turn my back on my bag for 30 seconds to put him in the car thingies and poof goes Louis.
My perfect Louis Vuitton bag with the matching wallet and all my credit cards, cash, special tidbits and mementos and lets not forget my channel sunglasses, But worst of all my brand new ipod! I haven’t even had it for 2 weeks and Salamu Alakiuim its probably being sold in some dark alley for 50 francs, so some guy can sniff some poor version of marijuana.
Ughhhhh al7amdolla inshalla (ita5ath al sharr)
But I can’t help and feel guilty, it was my fav bag and had my precious belongings inside. And to make things worse when my parents found out they were like its ok sweetie, habeebti we’ll get you a nicer one. My daddy is in New York right now probably being badgered by my mama on what to get me (funny conversation I had today with him loool I luv him. BABATY I LOVE LOVE LOVE U :*)
Habeebi got it for me as a surprise and it had and that’s why I’m really pissed off! And the fact that the thief would wait while I was distracted with my son to snatch it well that is just damn Spineless.
The police came and 7ooosa, I don’t feel like talking about it.
I’m not making sense right now even to myself and it sux!
I need to go pray and release negative energy.
If that bastard were in Saudi he’d have one hand by now. I hope they find him.

posted by Noor on 1:46 AM


Tuesday, September 13, 2005


I love your smile
I love your scent
I love your faults
I love you sarcasm
I love your patience
I love your innocence
I love your haughtiness
I love it when you’re mad
I love it even more when you’re angry
I love the way you spoil me relentlessly
I love the way I’m caged by your jealousy .
I love it how everyone worships the ground you walk on, me being the first.
I love the way your eyes keep me in a trance consistently, yet I never want to be set free.

I love you.

posted by Noor on 4:12 PM


Saturday, September 10, 2005

Japanese/French and awhole buncha S***

I just came back from Montreux. I am totally in love with this little city.
The way the city is settled on Lake Geneva is breath-taking. Surrounded by lush green mountains and tiny chalets adorning the greenery, it’s a sight to behold. I’d like to share three events and thoughts that occurred to me while I was there in order of their occurance:

While there I noticed that excessive amount of Chinese/Japanese nationalities. And the lack of Arab nationalities (Finally!). Of course they have come back to attend their colleges and uni’s and even highschool. And the Arabs have gone to home sweet home for the same reason.
What always grabs my attention, is their style. Every where I look I see chic Asian women clad in fabulous and not slutty clothes. The look so good in anything, I wonder how they pull it off? I bet they aimed for just casual but ended up looking HOT. Or maybe it’s just my obsession with them, I don’t know. But people I’m telling you I love the way they dress.

While playing with Saroojey today, the two most adorable little girls approached me. They started cooing Siraj and playing with him. I asked the girls (6 and 3 years old) where they were from, and the eldest replied: ArRiyadh.
And now we had a little conversation going on.
Me: Do u like Sweesra?
Cute lil girl: Ey ( she was soo petite and shy it was adorable)
Her mother was on the other bench of the park.
Cute lil Girl: Is he your brother?
Me: No habeebi he’s my son ( Huge Grin on my face, I don’t know why I love it when people think that )
Cute lil girl: My sister is older than him
Me: Ya, Mashalla she’s a big girl.
Cute lil Girl: Inti Faranceeya?
Me: LoooooooooL now I officially love this girl. Me French? LOOOL. This is the first time I have ever been mistaken for one. And wait it gets better. The mother comes towards us and we have a little chit chat. And I told her that her girls thought that I was French. And we both laughed about it. But than she said; well they got that from me. Because I said “mashalla Faranceya Muslima” when I saw you. But now I realize that you aren’t obviously. But you look Ajnaby. We said our goodbyes and she left.

It had me wondering all my life I’ve been said to look Afghani, Hindi, Syrian, Eygptian, Bokharey. But never once was I referred to as from a European nationality. Now that Adorable family made my day :)

Now I retreat to the dreary part:
Just when I thought all was well in the jewelry industry I stumble upon this;
A collection of the most hideous, gothic, huge, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME rings. They were the ugliest pieces of jewelry I have ever set my eyes on. And shocker! There was a tiny piece of paper next to the rings with: SAUDI PRINCESS. I’m not sure if that’s the name of the collection or they are specifying the designer. All in all it was EYW. I wish I had a camera just to take pics of the monstrous things.
Ugly rings + Saudi Princess = Expensive.
The question is how expensive.
72,000 Swiss Francs expensive. !!!!!!!!
216,000 Saudi Riyals expensive !!!!!!!!
Good lord grant them taste or let them design cheap jewelry.
The world is filled with ugly things, we don't need royalty making it worse,

That was my fun-filled French-looking, Japanese loving day :)

posted by Noor on 10:13 PM


Monday, September 05, 2005

Being a MOMMY

This is my normal day:
Running around the house in my pink shorts trying to catch a toddler before he drinks out of the toilet which he considers breakfast. Finally scooping him up and placing him on his high chair (the only place he can't wiggle, jump or slide his way out). Seating him properly than giving him chocolate so I can have at least 3 minutes of unhurried bliss. Two and a half minutes later he throws himself on my lap and runs his little butt away. Quickly he runs to the bedroom goes under the bed and pushes the laptop that I try to hide oh so terribly, and jumps on it. Running and cursing under my breath I pick him up and have no other choice than to lock us both in the living room, until my husband arrives with my sanity. Ohh and lets not forget about the walls. The beautiful chocolate stained walls that are the envy of any home owner. Back in the living room I start to count the grey hair that seems to appear magically everyday. While I stupidly focus on my hair alafandy gets busy. He knows he shouldn't waste a precious moment of ruining everything insight. I look up and find him wedged between the window and the shutter!!! Siraaaaaj AAHHH get down from there ya walady!!! Habeebi mommy luuuuves, now listen to what she says OR ELSE! Yes people we all know the OR ELSE coming from a mother means. Your going to get a timeout or spanking most probably both. He comes to me than when he sees my eyes are alit with fire and sits on my lap, and hugs me!!! Awwww wallah the best feeling in the world. His little tiny body comforted in mine I can feel the love radiate all over the room. Now I start to cry. Its just sooo beautiful a little tiny thing soo loving and precious. As he cuddles more he falls asleep. And I wonder how God can give me such strong feelings towards my child.

I'd do anything for him. I'd sacrifice for him, die for him, kill for him. I'd strangle the object of his sadness with my bare hands. I'd go to immeasurable lengths to hear his laughter.
God lord I have never felt this strongly over anyone, this possessiveness that makes him mine only. And lord knows that I'm a possessive woman. Being a mother is on a whole nother level.

And then he wakes up.
The cycle continues.

I've dealt with the impossible, My son is a little daredevil from eating glass to almost jumping out the window (we are on the 12th floor!) Running to cars, eating bugs, touching fire, you name it, he's done it.

I believe I have every right to bitch at my husband at the end of the LOOONG day I've had. IF want a god damn nanny to help me out I deserve it. If we eat take out every other day than AHSAN.

Why did Prophet Muhammed (pbuh) say that heaven is under your mothers feet?
For all the hardships we go through. Pregnancy and going through labor are the most a person can endure.


Women are born leaders, fighters, lovers, givers, takers, and the list is a mile long.
We need need compassion, love, hugs, and kisses all the time the stabile us. Even if we don't receive them, you can be sure that you will.

posted by Noor on 9:22 PM


Thursday, September 01, 2005

Marriage Facts ;~)

Some Marriage facts that are entertaining and vaguely true;

1- A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.

2-A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.

3-To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.

4-Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die

5-A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.

6-A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.

7- Your wife is ALWAYS right, ALWAYS!( this ones for u sweetie :)

posted by Noor on 1:08 PM


"Women are supposed to be LOVED not UNDERSTOOD"
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