Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Reading Books For Your Child
Monday, September 27, 2010
6 Easy Mood Lifters
Mariah Takes a Tumble
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Movies
Girl Talk
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Book Review - Londongrad
Let's Talk Animal Print
I was browsing through net-a-porter.com and found these few items I might consider ;p
Miu Miu
Fendi
Turn back the clock on your life: 7 ways to keep yourself young
Closets - P 2
Friday, September 24, 2010
The Castle Walls Have Ears
Thursday, September 23, 2010
دعاء
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
My Fall From Grace
Lemon Butter Sauce
Monday, September 20, 2010
Za3tar W Zait
Books Books and More Books ;p
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Dazzle Cover
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Inspiration
I Love Geeks!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
First Day of School
Inside the Petite Section building.
As you know, the boys are back in school. Every year I get very excited and go overboard to prepare them for school. This year I'm not. Even though it is Ahmed's first year in Pre Kg I can't muster any excitement. I don't know, maybe because I feel disappointed in the school and I lost faith in it. I have decided it would be the last year for Abdulaziz, and then I'm moving him to a different school system. Thank God he is also fluent in English too or it would have been a little problem. Like every first day of school year. It was chaos. Abdulaziz hurried inside the school building without giving me a chance to say goodbye and when I wanted to follow him, there was a rude woman at the door, I can't call her a lady there is nothing ladylike about her, prevented me from going in. Ok, I understand school rules for parents not going in with their 4th grade boys, but to say it in the rudest way imaginable, when I was politely asking her if it is possible because I didn't take a picture of my sons first day of school. It was the first time in my child's life I didn't take a picture of him on his first day of school. A daunting start to the school year...allah yaster! With Ahmed it wasn't that hard. Except they didn't notify the parents that Pre KG and KG will start at 9.30 AM while parents were standing outside waiting for the doors to open from 7.30 AM! I got an email about the increasing amount of school tuition fees but I didn't get an email about school timing. So I was standing outside with other moms, and one of them remarked, "Is it me or is it only our kids who are in Uniform?" The other moms look around and we notice our kids are the only ones in their white polo shirts and dark blue pants. Some kids are wearing plain t-shirts and others colored t-shirts. E7na alwa7eedeen ili 5abeen 3omerna 3ala 3yalna! Wel mushkila ina they don't take our kids seriously. "Snobby Rich Kuwaiti" as the rumor goes in that school, "Will graduate with their money". So 9.30, I'm back with Ahmed to the "Petite Section" building. Again total chaos, but here it's understandable. First day of school for little kids, and most of them were crying. Ahmed, of course held on to me, he didn't cry, but he also didn't like the situation in his class where most of his class mates were crying their eyes out. I've learned years ago, your image will seal the fate of your child. If you looked the "Snobby Rich Kuwaiti" they will not give a damn about your kid. So I was dressed down in a nondescript twin set and cropped jeans, my hair in their natural chaotic curly form held on by a plain head band, minimal makeup, nothing flashy. No handbag, just my mobile and Camera. So I introduced Ahmed to the teacher, and talked with her for few minutes in fluent "French", and I could see she is trying to make out what nationality I was. Ahmed is Kuwaiti, but his mama could be from any other country. For God only knows, a Kuwaiti woman is uneducated and only good for shopping and raza at coffee shops and restaurants. I think she came to the conclusion that I'm not Kuwaiti. I'm maybe from the North African countries (you know, Tunisian, Algerian or Moroccan. Definitely not Labanese! I'm not skinny!). I sit with Ahmed and I look around me at the other parents. Most of them didn't speak French. , and most spoke with their children in English or Arabic. I know that a handful of them don't speak French fluently, a couple or three of them don't speak French at all. Anyway after twenty minutes, Ahmed finds a group of non-crying kids and he joins them. When his back was turned, I leave the class room, and came back few hours later. His teacher tells me that he didn't want to participate in class and took a nap. Wow! First day of school and he sleeps in class!!! I see a bright future for my son! **Note: You might wonder why I've put my kids in the French school. I want them to have the same education I had. The only difference I got mine in France, richer and more diverse.Letters to Juliet
Gael Garcia Bernal
Ye5laq min alshebah arbe3een...
a copy of my cousin Salem! Even the eye color ;)
Monday, September 13, 2010
Makeover
I want a 3-5 days detox diet...any ideas?
It is time for change. Time for a makeover ;) So my friends, I'm going to disappear from society for a couple of months (no..no..I'll still be blogging) and if you happen to bump into me by accident, please don't be alarmed ;p If I look a mess, don't mind me. Alkisha is only temporary, because I'm growing my hair. If you don't want to say "Hi" I'll understand. There will be lots of therapies I'm going to go through, skin, hair and body. Now to jump start my diet I need a good detox diet. My nephew sent me one, but it takes two weeks to detox. I need a three to five days. Any ideas? I also need to pay my nutritionist a visit, but after shedding the 4Kgs I gained ;p
I know I sound like an old broken record ;pp I will not post about my failures in my attempt to lose weight but of the progress I'd be making inshallah ;) Change is good, it boosts ones confidence.Wisdom Of the Week
Eid Day 2 - Lunch & Fun!
It was late afternoon when the crowd began to arrive we headed back home!