tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349563762024-03-13T20:03:57.520+04:00Innocence @ its bestDubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-74772535880543581102010-06-10T22:23:00.002+04:002010-07-15T11:24:27.669+04:00Confining thoughts to words to actions<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: small;">I don't belong anywhere<br />
but I do belong everywhere<br />
<br />
Don't judge my taste in French fashion<br />
or my cha7l'd eyes<br />
Don't judge my non covered head<br />
or my strut either<br />
Especially my American accent<br />
or my hiphop'd iPod<br />
<br />
I don't belong to you<br />
But I do belong to all<br />
<br />
Don't judge my work ethics<br />
or my pursuit to stand out and be better<br />
Don't judge my international friends<br />
or their hair, clothes and way they laugh<br />
Particularly when they puff sheesha<br />
or when we're traveling alone<br />
<br />
I don't only belong to a community<br />
but I belong to all societies<br />
<br />
Don't judge my dislike for the same<br />
When differences make a rainbow<br />
Or when I walk or talk or sit with a boy<br />
who isn't my mu7rem, husband or lil boy<br />
Don't judge me cause<br />
You see the world for what it is<br />
When I see it for everything that it can be<br />
<br />
I don't belong to your jailed thoughts<br />
but I belong to the freedom of thoughts words and actions</span></b></span>Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-15960924602667856182009-12-22T14:51:00.001+04:002009-12-22T14:51:24.436+04:00Highway of the 3 D’s – Depression, Droners & DramaI always felt sorry for people driving back and forth on the Dubai-Abu Dhabi road, and never expected I would be one of thousands of commuters. Now, I find myself in that pool and I still feel sorry for myself. But I’m not dedicating this piece on the sad life of commuters.<br /><br />Rather, it’s about the different faces and expressions I get to see every day going to work and home.<br /><br />1. Everyone thinks he/she is a Sheikh or a VIP on the road and believe they must be on the left lane and its mostly people who drive no faster than 110 km/hr ... grrr<br /><br />2. The “Schumacher” – this is the guy/girl who thinks they own the road and drive at a speed of 1000 km/hr flashing you from 5 km away and kisses the tails of your car. You never get to see this persons’ face because you’re too worried or annoyed and are thinking of how to move onto the next lane without dying<br /><br />3. The “Droner” – this is the guy/girl who knows that the speed limit is up to 140/160 km/hr – yet they drive well below 20 kms less than the speed limit and people like the Schumacher almost ram up into them<br /><br />4. The “Droner” and “Starrer” - this is the guy/girl who knows that the speed limit is up to 140/160 km/hr – yet they drive well below 20 kms less than the speed limit and when they move, they stare at you will angry eyes and mutter out some sort of curse word/s<br /><br />5. The “La-di-da Droner” - this is the guy/girl who knows that the speed limit is up to 140/160 km/hr – yet they drive well below 20 kms less than the speed limit and just to annoy you a little bit more, will not move. So you don’t annoy him/her, they annoy you, cause you get so frustrated that anyway you take the next lane, pass them and drive in front them<br /><br />6. The “Awena-you-think-you-can-race-me” – this guy/girl drives at the required speed limit but sometimes you wanna push yours and he/she sees that you want to do that so they purposely drive right in front of you at the same speed you are. If you decide to shift lanes and pass them, they’ll speed up and match your speed on the lane they are in and still manage to be in front of you.<br /><br />7. The "I'll poke fun @ you" - this guy/girl will purposely wave you off and secretly laugh at you. Sometimes, this person comes in a pair or a group and the group turns around to look at you and poke at the window and laugh until you get pissed and switch lanes to overtake them<br /><br />8. The "My sense of sound, seeing and motion are overly slow" - this person is usually the one with both hands on the wheel and sits upright and close to the steering wheel. 9 out 10 times, its a woman or someone from the Indian Subcontinent. You can flash them a kilometer away or tail them and it'll take them an hour to switch lanes - even when there is no one on the next lane!<br /><br />9. The "I'll get creative" drivers - are those who put up fed ex envelopes, newspapers, clothes on their window to use as tint that will protect them from the sun. Fun<br /><br />Finally!<br /><br />10. The "wild one" - I think I get classified in this category - this is the person who has breakfast in their car because we don't have time to eat at home and have to make it to work for an 8.30 am meeting. This is also the person who sings in their car or makes some sort of mouth movement (usually cursing out people who can't or don't know how to drive).<br /><br />If you know of any others, pass them on ...Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-75792242031448845682009-11-16T17:07:00.002+04:002009-11-16T17:13:22.795+04:00My favorite party girllet's have a fag in a public place<br />Rerve up the engine so we can win the race<br /><br />We'll make the guest list of the hippest club<br />All we need is to give hima few rubs<br /><br />Round of shots - champagne too<br />Just don't spill it on my Choos<br /><br />It we'd get called the "bitch in town"<br />Might as well do it in a Cavalli gown<br /><br />Lets sway our behinds<br />Giving no one no mind<br /><br />Let's flirt with all the boys<br />Make them our lil' toys<br /><br />Curfews & parents<br />Are a few rules meant to be bent<br /><br />We'll tell stories so good<br />Everyone'll get in the mood!!!<br /><br />I got inspired to write this from people who live their lives like this - the infamousDubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-56136300630368481472009-04-06T11:54:00.001+04:002009-04-06T11:56:16.113+04:00What’s in a name? … Everything<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><strong>She said his name …<br />And I, dreamy and non-chalant, never realized it’s the name I was meant to hear<br />And so she continued, as his name melted like Swiss chocolate on her lips<br />Was it the noise? Was it the people? I wasn’t listening<br />Who is he? Who cares?<br />What’s in a name?<br />What’s in his name?<br />She’s done talking and I’m done listening …<br />And I, forgot his name<br /><br />She said his name …<br />And I, agreed with her … it is exotic … it is dreamy … he is dreamy<br />And so she continues, and as his name rolls off her tongue like a habit<br />I want his name to roll off my tongue …<br />The way she says his name, she can’t truly be his, can he truly be hers?<br />What’s that noise? My thoughts, my emotions?<br />Who cares? I do<br />Who is he? He is hers but not mine.<br />What do I do? Nothing …<br />She’s not done talking and I’m not done listening<br />And I say his name all the time<br /><br />She said his name …<br />And I, excited and enthralled by this new found name and its meaning<br />And so she asked, and I answered and his name comes to me like a calling<br />What’s that noise? My heart pounding, my sweaty palms, the wind blowing<br />Who is he? He is who I want to be mine<br />Who cares? My entire universe<br />What do I do?<br />I speak his name<br />She’s listening and I continue talking<br />And now … I can’t stop saying his name<br /><br />I say his name …<br />When I awake, when I fall asleep and everything in between<br />His name is the smile that draws itself on my face<br />His name is the rose color that colors my cheeks<br />His name is the flutter my eyelids makes<br />His name is the gleam in my eyes<br />His name is my Swiss chocolate I craved, and the habit I needed<br />What’s in a name?<br />What’s in his name?<br /><br />… Everything </strong></em></span>Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-6806586073656163802009-03-10T16:00:00.003+04:002009-03-10T16:27:34.602+04:00The Angry LochaliyaIn my "normal" life - the one that I lead that requires no anonymity, I have a good number of people who follow my work and would love to see what I come up with next.<br /><br />However, in the blogging world, I am insignificant because there are so many out there who write better or even have a better story to tell.<br /><br />It's been months! I believe 9 months to be exact since my last post which I did promise to update you but I never did. It wasn't a lie. I just wasn't so angry.<br /><br />No, I didn't get married or have a baby. It's just been 9 months - not so much of bliss but loads of ups and downs.<br /><br />Most of my posts are a way for me to vent out because I can't do it in normal circumstances and in the last couple of months, I have realized that I have a mountain list of things to vent out about so maybe I should use this forum to say what I feel.<br /><br />Here it goes:<br /><br />1. I h8 the fact the we (Dubai) claim to be a metropolitan and cosmopolitan city and yet cannot even produce world class calibre people.<br /><br />2. All that glitters aint gold - that is for the real estate mambo jambo crap where the Dubai skyline is so glittery (on a non foggy day) yet they cannot provide access to people who have a handicap and do not care about the environment.<br /><br />3. Brings me to the point of, why is it that the RTA was created 2 years ago - in 2007 - did we only start building roads in Dubai then?<br /><br />4. People here can't drive worth of shit - two people to blame for this - people from the Indian subcontinent and WOMEN. I am a woman, but trust me, seeing some of the crap on the roads makes me wonder, did God make us without the driving chip?<br /><br />5. I believe part of the reason for point 4 is that we teach people how to learn to drive on roads where the speedometer cannot go above 40 km/hr and then throw them out on to a highway where the speedlimit is 120 km/hr. It is about educating and we suck at it.<br /><br />6. On education, what the hell does this Minister Haneef do? If they paid me half is salary which will still be less than what I am making now, I would still do a better and more efficient job.<br /><br />7. I h8 how there is an amended law that prohibits us from seeking the truth when opening up the newspaper every morning. Everything is not rosy in sunny state Dubizz! In fact, it looks quite gloomy to me.<br /><br />8. I h8 how many expatriates look at us Emiratis in the following ways:<br /><br />a. The help me, you are local look!<br />b. The I h8 you locals because I want to be as rich as you look!<br />c. The I h8 you locals because you are so dumb - because I have worked for 20 years to be a manager and you worked only 2 look!<br /><br />(on this above point - I will have to elaborate via a different post)<br /><br />9. I h8 the fact that Emirati women have such little options to marry from. This is how I see it:<br /><br />a. Eliminate anyone under 21<br />b. Eliminate anyone over 50<br />c. Eliminate non English men<br />d. Eliminate the mamas boys<br />e. Eliminate the show offs<br />f. Eliminate the gays<br />g. Eliminate the ones with small penises<br />h. Eliminates the liars, hypocrites, cheaters, bastards, etc.<br /><br />And we are left with ... hmmm ... maybe 200 men! With no option to marry outsiders unless you are granted a special special from the Government or the Diwan (Sheikhs office).<br /><br />Wow! Things are looking up for me. NOooooot!<br /><br />10. The last thing I h8 is people who don't understand where I am coming from. Releasing thoughts is a good thing. For foreigners who read this and take it the wrong way, you are only hearing one girls point of view and many may disagree because they have a good story to tell - not that everything is rosy but still, it's not a bashing post. It's how I feel.<br /><br />For the Emiratis or GCC Nationals who think I have no loyalty - well, let's see. I am willing to take a bullet for my country and I am willing to apologize and make mistakes because it is how we learn and grow up. If you can't do any of those, then you have no loyalty.<br /><br />At the end, my loyalty is to Allah and my religion - no person or country's walls or boundaries define me.<br /><br />I was made from nothing and I will go back to nothingDubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-61932457195760899312008-06-23T17:08:00.001+04:002008-06-23T17:11:32.650+04:00Another 6 monthsOnce again ... I have failed in providing you with the latest in my life and thoughts ...<br /><br />It's been 6 months ... but better late than never.<br /><br />i recently came back to my blog and noticed some idiots who have posted idiotic comments ... it's not that I care. I just mentioned it so that I can say that I have proven my point and I am proud that I was able to do so ...<br /><br />So what have I been upto?<br /><br />Work and family which have been the center of my existence and honestly, I am exhausted ... exhausted to the core of my being ... I am in dire need of a good and relaxing holiday.<br /><br />Tell me ... how have you all been?<br /><br />Missing me for sure ;)<br /><br />Until my next post ... Keep it realDubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-43533264000285114162007-12-30T17:06:00.000+04:002007-12-30T17:56:26.658+04:00Ana Emirati - an introduction to the male psycheHello fellow bloggers and readers,<br /><br />Have you missed me? I sure have missed you. And I know I made promises that I never kept but the onset of 2008 has made me re evaluate my writing and you know what they say about girls who write and keep a record of it. "Good girls keep diaries; bad girls just go out and do IT"!<br /><br />Well, at least that is my version of it.<br /><br />So, what do I have in store for you? Let's see, there are so many things to cover but this one is dedicated to the Emirati men. Oh! The men of our beloved country who think they are the shit but have quite an arms length list of short comings.<br /><br />Maybe some of these can be replicated on other Khaleeji men, but who I am to speak about them.<br /><br />Plus, I am sure along the way, some weirdo with the nickname "Anonymous" is going to post some idiotic comment about me being lesbian or a feminist! If you really have the balls, show yourself.<br /><br />(Cracking my knuckles and stretching my arms), here we go.<br /><br />1. Emirati men will refer to themselves as LOCAL or "Ana Muwa6en" anywhere they go in the world. (the same applies for women of some sorts) but for some odd reason, its usually the men who embarrass us the most.<br />I'm sorry but Local of what country exactly? The last time I checked, this is the UAE unless we changed the name of the country to Local Arab Emirates.<br /><br />2. Emirati men are bred in such a way whereby they are led to believe no matter how fat or ugly they are they will always get a women because of their family name, money or just for being plain stupid<br /><br />3. When they are children, they experiment on beating, abusing, and sometimes even sexually molesting any animal or weaker creature to them such as cats, dogs, goats are a favorite fuck buddy, some have even developed a relationship with the abhorrent animals! Cats or birds usually get their tails chopped off, eyes poked out and thrown against a wall or anything else.<br /><br />This by the way is a testament to how our men are such strong men! BARF!<br /><br />Take them to fucking boxing ring, lets see how they fare then.<br /><br />4. Previously, showing your penis to people meant you are a MAN! Nowadays, they have the sense that if their cocks are even smaller than their pea sized brains, they should keep in under covers.<br /><br />5. The wizar - the white cloth tied around a mans waist under his kandoora (they dont wear any underwear at all) is used clean up anything! Such as:<br /><br />a. Their snot if they sneeze<br />b. After they pee<br />c. After they cum<br />d. After the girl cums<br />e. After their goat cums<br />f. Sweat<br />g. Basically anything that is fluid based!<br /><br />6. Emirati guys have no money! Seriously. As opposed to Qatar which has a lot more money than we do. Emirati men resort to taking ridiculously large amounts of loan from the bank to pay for the latest cars.<br />They drive around with 10 dirhams worth of petrol which they basically paid for by leaving their drivers lisence behind at the petrol station 2 minutes away from where they live. They then tell their house boys to go pay for the petrol and "mama will give you money back when your ma3ash comes out"<br /><br />7. Most Emirati men will make no more than 30,000 AED per month until they die. This is because they believe since everything is giving them everything for free such as land, healthcare, the rest of their money can come through credit cards and loans and when they die, it is wiped away so no aspirations to make more money<br /><br />8. Emirati men think "Hala Wallah", "Hala Sheikha", or anything that has a prefix of Hala is actually a good pick up line! They seriously think they are pimps and try their luck with anything that has a hole. Sometimes even men, sadly! These same men have gotten slapped, reported to the police, spat on and other derogatory things been done to them because of this trend.<br /><br />9. Most Emirati men think that cruising up and down certain streets makes them well worthy of a boyfriend status. In their expensive, loaned cars, with their 10 dirhams a tank petrol.<br /><br />10. These same men eat at mini cafeteria in the corner areas of Dubai with names such as "Jabal Al Noor" and "Cafeteria Antar" and order things like a jumbo shrimp sandwich which costs them 12 dirhams and comes with fries and the Bur Al Arab cocktail drink.<br /><br />Then they get diarhoea!<br /><br />11. Emirati men apparently cant fuck to save their lives. The reason for this is because they have no rhythm or dancing skills. Had they acquired these skills they would realize that not only their penises are small and purple looking but cannot function.<br /><br />12. Which brings me to the dancing: moving your neck in a camel walking fashion while holding a stick is not dancing. Al Youla is a war dance not a fashion statement or the latest in hip hop dancing!<br /><br />13. Having 20 white kandooras in a closet really does put a strain on your fashion sense, because never have I seen such ridiculous outfits than when an Emirati man puts on jeans/pants and shirt/tshirt. Everything is just so tight and the pants are elevated to the chest! And the hair partition is always to the side!<br /><br />14. Not speaking English is condemned by Emirati females, however, speaking broken English is even worse. We are in 2008 - get into an English language program for Gods sake!<br /><br />15. Your cousins and sisters are NOT virgins! Yes, so stop dissing the girls who don't wear abaya, or don't put a shayla on their head, or speak perfect English, or drive their own cars, travel alone without the embarrassing male companion, have their own businesses, or make more money than you.<br /><br /><br />I think I listed it all but there's room for more. Plus, I'm opening applications for a potential boyfriend/slash husband - if you are Emirati and don't fit any of the above listed, please contact me. I have hot friends too.Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-57070823517602272822007-08-02T11:19:00.000+04:002007-08-02T11:40:56.026+04:00Why does it hurt so much ...the two worst questions in a relationship that's falling apart or that's fallen apart is "WHY?" and/ or "WHAT's wrong with me?"<br /><br />i've been through so much in my 24 years of existence that now when i look back i am not sure i should thank God for letting me go through all these experiences or hate myself for not being a better judge of character.<br /><br />but my last experience with a guy made me such a bitter person and more angrier than ever before.<br />it seems no one is good enough or anyone that comes across will have to have something wrong with them and before trying out what could be a lasting and loving relationship, i reject it before the opportunity comes or i run away in fear that i will have the same experience.<br /><br />everyone is different, but i am the same person and it seems that i never learn from my mistakes.<br /><br />i get emotional very quickly and it affects such a big portion of my love life which in turn doesn't help get things patched up and better until it's too late.<br /><br />i have been able to succeed in almost everything i set my mind or heart to do but in the love department; it's always been a failure.<br /><br />why do i go for the guys that i know i will have no future with? or guys that will treat me badly? why cant i pick the normal ones, who treat me like a queen and respect me? instead, i'll choose the bastard i know i'm going to be unhappy with - the guy i am most incompatible with?<br /><br />i'll get carried away by his charm and tantalizing smile only to cry later on and hate myself ...<br /><br />it hurts so much because no matter how many lessons life teaches you, you'll never learn enough.<br /><br />it hurts so much because no matter how much or how little you love someone, you are bound to lose them someday<br /><br />it hurts because you know you could have been happier had you not taken the risk<br /><br />but it hurts even more knowing you would always ask "WHAT IF ...?"<br /><br />so i take the risk ... and i set my self up for pain ... hoping the more pain i go through, i'll finally be immune to it and be an ice cold bitch ...Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-8131205161651504812007-05-27T23:38:00.000+04:002007-05-28T00:10:40.882+04:00is it I, is it me, is it my ...so, my fellow bloggers, i must apologize for abandoning you for as long as i have. i have so many things that i can attribute my lack of writing but i guess the trophy goes to the fact that i have been lazy.<br /><br />much of the blame also goes to the fact that i haven't been able to put my thoughts together. it's been a rollercoaster first 6 months of 2007 and i'm sure the next half of the year will be just as crazy.<br /><br />have i changed? yes ... i have ... from my hair color to who i've dated to increasing my friends circle to work achievements to family reunions ... it's been wild but most of the time in a good way.<br /><br />i wanted to let you all know that i am back and i promise to keep a fortnight from each blog that i write from now on ...<br /><br />watch out ... coz tomorrow i come with two insights that i promise will give you a look into my crazy yet exciting life ...<br /><br />until then ...<br /><br />cherioDubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-34569941775719443932006-12-18T16:08:00.000+04:002006-12-20T22:31:45.616+04:00fUll brAzIlIAn wAx ... OUch!<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009859462308143010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cpdjtsZ7rFE/RYaYozmBn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x7C77yD-p2Q/s200/drinksandwax.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"><strong>I'm not quite sure when the concept of hair removal came into place and I don't care now - at least not anymore!<br />But I had one of the worst experiences just a few days ago after getting a full BRAZILIAN done on me and I'm still recuperating from the burning injuries I sustained.<br />If you don't know what a Brazilian is, stop reading now!<br />So ladies, keep that skin so fresh and so clean and pulled till it becomes loose by the time you turn 35.5<br />Now, for all you men out there, here's a preview of the pain we go through:</strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Step 1: a girl must first locate a good wax place. Usually the "kahyan" places have the best waxers from India or Vietnam or something like that. STOP BELIEVING that the Burj Al Arab hotel has the best salon! Because it doesn't!<br />Step 2: if a girl doesn't find a good waxer place, please get a recommendation of a good waxer place from a minimum of 5 people, not your mom's friends cousin's daughter!</strong></span></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Step 3: make sure you wear nice cotton underwear, not a silk thong ok? this is not a sex freak show, and you need to be comfortable and not have strings all up in your coochie and asshole</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Step 4: your waxer will see your vagina! repeat that in your head as many times as possible because it is the reality</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009859694236377010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpdjtsZ7rFE/RYaY2TmBn7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/v2r_vWhDeMo/s200/before.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;">Step 5: relax your muscles ... think of that boyfriend or that one night stand you had that gets you wet every time - just don't wet the flat bed you're laying on and scare the shit out of your waxer<br /></span><br /></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">Step 6: be prepared to stretch your legs as your waxer demands and in any position she demands.</span></strong><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;">Again! This is not a sex show - if you think this is PORN, please leave my blog</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">Step 7: your waxer will massage warm wax on a small area of your vagina and then rip the hairs out</span></strong><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;">NOTE: Yes, it hurts like a bitch for the first 25 times ... </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009860849582579650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cpdjtsZ7rFE/RYaZ5jmBn8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/xt0r1Cgikk4/s200/wax+strips.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">Step 8: she moves closer to your vagina lips</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">Step 9: she asks you to gently hold back your clitoris on one side while she rips more hair out</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">Step 10: hold your clitoris on the opposite side, and the process continues</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">Step 11: Btw, you're agonizing in pain now ...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">Turn around ...</span></strong><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">Step 12: Put each one of your hands on each one of your butt cheeks</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">And open wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide ... </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;">(Khaleeji boyz, don't get any ideas!!!)</span></strong><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">Step 13: This process actually is better than vagina waxing coz there's more meat </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">And voila ... your ass is cleaned up</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">Step 14: All along this procedure (as I would like to call it) your waxer will pat your vagina and blow on it like she's patting a baby's BUTT ... As if!!!</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">After the feeling of being violated even though nothing has been inserted or penetrated in any of your holes ... </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">you walk out of the room like you've been raped by 5 men and more so like a GAY mid south cow boy but missing the cow boy hat ... </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">All for a clean cut and look ... </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009861957684142050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpdjtsZ7rFE/RYaa6DmBn-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/PjsXkqWqiEA/s200/Sphynx-Cat.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><strong>MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW<br /><br /><br /></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">It's worth it ... 3 weeks of a hairless vagina and it looks like a shaved persian cat</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">But the more you do it, the longer it takes to grow back ... </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">The one thing that gets me though is that there is always some sort of world or oriental (supposedly soothing) music playing with birds chripring, water waves, and some sort of flute, but that shit doesn't help the pain disappear ...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">So men, if you've been grossed out by this, appreciate your women more </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">MEOOOOOW! </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">And women, I love you ... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">don't only do it for the men in your lives ... do it for the breezy feeling you get after you get numb from the pain ... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">you never know - your man might appreciate it so much, he might get a wax job done too </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;">dOOmEd OUt</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div></div>Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-1162986257523627452006-11-08T14:23:00.000+04:002006-11-19T23:32:49.793+04:00UAE flirting ... can you compete? HAHAHASo conventional flirting and dating is so not our norm but you know how it is when too many rules and barriers are set up - you always FIGHT IT.<br /><br />Arrghh yes, the boy meet girl, boy and girl fall in love concept here works a little differently than any other part of the world.<br /><br />Let's take a loser look at the evolving flirting and dating game in the UAE. It's quite hilarious.<br /><br /><strong><em>15 years ago:</em></strong><br /><div align="center"></div><ul><li><div align="center">girls not allowed to go out</div></li><li><div align="center">pager system was in place - CELL PHONES, WHAT?</div></li><li><div align="center">PLUMP girls were in fashion</div></li><li><div align="center">See-through BLACK abayas were the 'IT' thing</div></li><li><div align="center">Once a month dating (meaning the girl and the guy will look at each other from far away) </div></li><li><div align="center">They will always meet either in a very public place and pass notes or the guys will take a taxi to get to their destination and the girls with their drivers to go "STUDY" (aweeeeeeeeeena) at some god forsakken place</div></li><li><div align="center">The girl will always come with her cousin who somehow has a little freedom to go to the grocery store downstairs.</div></li><li><div align="center">The guy will always come with his BEST FRIEND</div></li><li><div align="center">The guys BEST FRIEND and the girls cousin will ALWAYS fall in love and want to get to know each other</div></li><li><div align="center">The guy would probably jack off after that because he wanted to touch the girl so bad, but he could barely even see her</div></li><li><div align="center">After 5 years of a love relationship where the couple have seen one another maybe 8 times, their counterparts (girls cousin and guys Best Friend) have already fucked somehow and usually in the BUMHOLE, the guy finally works up the gut to go propose to the girl</div></li><li><div align="center">The girl cries and says "Ana Makhtooba" meaning, my family has already arranged for my marriage to my cousin</div></li><li><div align="center">The guy's heart breaks and he fucks around</div></li><li><div align="center">He learns what it's like to drink</div></li><li><div align="center">Has "MAYLES" (majlis parties) and rents Chalets with his friends and they have "fucking'' orgies</div></li><li><div align="center">The girl hates her husband and has 2 children from him and still calls her first love for a fuck</div></li></ul><p align="left"><em><strong>10 years ago</strong></em></p><ul><li><div align="center">Same concept as five years ago</div></li><li><div align="center">BUT ... cell phones come into the picture</div></li><li><div align="center">Girls go to college (YAY - education is power) </div></li><li><div align="center">Guys meet girls at their colleges when girl gets break from classes</div></li><li><div align="center">They fuck at some random place</div></li><li><div align="center">Guy drop her off at college all dishevelled</div></li><li><div align="center">Guy has 4 other girlfriends coz now he has a cell phone</div></li><li><div align="center">Girl feels guy has someone else on the side - fucks around</div></li><li><div align="center">Both begin making excuses about not being able to see one other HER: College is getting tougher HIM: I have to help my dad with his business</div></li><li><div align="center">OR the classic: her brother finds out and usually turns out the guy she's dating is friends with her brother</div></li><li><div align="center">Girl gets a good AZZ whopping and I don't mean in a sexual way either - too bad the guy lives 3 houses down</div></li><li><div align="center">Guy never drives down her house again</div></li><li><div align="center">After 5 years, he says he has to marry some one his mom chooses, and she says she was never going to marry him anyway because she was always engaged to her cousin since she was 3 and half ...</div></li><li><div align="center">Both have wedding party lights decorated around their homes ... for their own weddings</div></li></ul><p align="left"><strong><em>5 years ago:</em></strong></p><ul><li><div align="center">Everything 15 years ago doesn't apply</div></li><li><div align="center">But all the new things from 10 years ago apply</div></li><li><div align="center">Guys now have balls to THROW their numbers on chits of paper whilst driving beside a group of girls, hoping one of the girls will pick up. </div></li><li><div align="center">Or better yet in a mall</div></li><li><div align="center">Guy is usually with friends</div></li><li><div align="center">Girls usually on binge eating ... </div></li><li><div align="center">Skinny is the new FAT - did you not know that!!!! (aghast)</div></li><li><div align="center">Abayas are gaining color mometum</div></li><li><div align="center">Guy thinks he is too kewl to be true because he studied in fucking BOSTON UNI - and he speaks english (with a less of an accent)</div></li><li><div align="center">One girl will pick up the chit with the number and call the guy that threw it and say my friend likes you but I like your friend</div></li><li><div align="center">They all hook up </div></li><li><div align="center">They meet - ANYWHERE - USUALLY he picks her up coz he has a car now (YEAH!!! - fuck it)</div></li><li><div align="center">They kiss on the first date</div></li><li><div align="center">They've already had phone sex</div></li><li><div align="center">They already said I LOVE YOU</div></li><li><div align="center">They fuck but the 3rd date</div></li><li><div align="center">It's a fucking relationship </div></li><li><div align="center">Their friends have relationship problems</div></li><li><div align="center">So each tries to solve it by calling the opposite sex and fixing it</div></li><li><div align="center">They wind up liking their friends boyfriend/girlfriend</div></li><li><div align="center">They secretly meet</div></li><li><div align="center">They fuck </div></li><li><div align="center">Some one finds out </div></li><li><div align="center">They fight</div></li><li><div align="center">Guy calls the girl a HOE</div></li><li><div align="center">Girl says she never got attention from him like from his friends</div></li><li><div align="center">Girls have a cat fight</div></li><li><div align="center">Guys watch them when angry and then go back to being friends again</div></li><li><div align="center">Guys move on</div></li><li><div align="center">Girls cry </div></li><li><div align="center">They don't speak </div></li><li><div align="center">They see each other at weddings and call each other bitches and spread rumors about the other</div></li><li><div align="center">They both show up for their exes weddings</div></li><li><div align="center">The girls become LESBIANS</div></li><li><div align="center">Then they get married - NOT to one another though (what a shame)</div></li></ul><p align="left"><em><strong>2 years ago: </strong></em></p><ul><li><div align="center">Somewhat like 5 years ago except any girl accepting a guys number is a HOE and she knows he thinks that but she still does it</div></li><li><div align="center">Abayas are barely on (barely a pin to hold them_ everything shows- but no Shaylas on the head ... </div></li><li><div align="center">Sunglasses in the mall</div></li><li><div align="center">Hair dyeing is a trend and it must be BLONDE streaks otherwise you are a loser </div></li><li><div align="center">They fuck right away </div></li><li><div align="center">They ditch </div></li><li><div align="center">Who cares</div></li><li><div align="center">The age of the bluetooth begins </div></li><li><div align="center">He video tapes her</div></li><li><div align="center">And forwards it to all the GUYS ... </div></li><li><div align="center">No one want to marry her but everyone wants to fuck her</div></li></ul><p align="left"><em><strong>6 months ago:</strong></em></p><ul><li><div align="center">Same as 5 years ago except GIRLS are throwing their numbers out and trying to get a fuck</div></li><li><div align="center">Guys run away and go and complain to cops</div></li><li><div align="center">Turns out he loves fucking lil' boys</div></li><li><div align="center">You see him walking with his gay friends (he's the fucker and the pimp)</div></li><li><div align="center">They have designs on their kandouras</div></li><li><div align="center">No respect</div></li><li><div align="center">No love </div></li><li><div align="center">Just lust </div></li><li><div align="center">Desperation levels increase in girls - no boyfriend, no marriage proposals ... </div></li></ul><p align="left"><strong><em>TODAY: </em></strong></p><ul><li><div align="center">Girls and guys drive up and down streets flashing their latest Bentleys and Mercs with the coolest plate number</div></li><li><div align="center">Usually Abu Dhabi guys ... now the Fujairah and RAK guys think they are super kewl</div></li><li><div align="center">Roll down windows</div></li><li><div align="center">Establish eye contact</div></li><li><div align="center">Bluetooth or accept numbers</div></li><li><div align="center">Talk late at night</div></li><li><div align="center">Hate each others conversations</div></li><li><div align="center">Move on</div></li><li><div align="center">Guys resort to Iraqi and Moroccan HOES</div></li><li><div align="center">Girls eat ice cream and talk about what losers guys are </div></li><li><div align="center">Then they take out their dildos - the ones they bought from their European summer vacation and fuck the shit out of themselves</div></li></ul><p align="center"><em><strong>TOMORROW:</strong></em></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>BOYAS! - 4th generation sex</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">TEThadoona?????</span></strong></p>Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-1162455830747212892006-11-02T12:01:00.000+04:002006-11-02T18:05:09.590+04:00sEAn pAUl ... take me NOW!<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/1600/naughty.3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/400/naughty.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;">If there was ever a man ... I mean a REAL MAN who could make me sweat, perspire, horny, wild, intimidated, crazed ... then it has got to be SEAN PAUL. </span></em><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">I know ... I know ... I sound like a crazed teenager but I can't help it. He's like the banaa waffle, melted choclate fudge, vanilla topped ice cream that you know is bad for you in every way and because it's BAAAAAD, you want it even more.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">I remember June 2004 ... yes, the first time SP came to Dubai. He arrived at Virgin Megastore for a press conference and he looked perfect ... I melted and thought what's the best way to get closer to him. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">Luckily for me, Ive got friends in the media ... AND I MEAN friends! Got up right in front of Sean with his CD in my hand, shook his hand, posed for a picture and MELTED! </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">His concert was even Da' Bomb ... I'm telling you any man that can move his hips, talk his talk and walk his walk like Sean Paul - I promise I will submit to you SHAMELESSLY ... </span></em></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></p><p></p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span></em><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/400/sundance.2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">And now, he's coming back ... to DUBAI ... </p></span></em><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/400/SP.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">So much to say ... so much to do ... </span></em><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/1600/sundance.2.jpg"></a></p></div>Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-1162407513494711352006-11-01T22:07:00.000+04:002006-11-01T23:33:16.400+04:00Malaysia ... some Asia!!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/1600/kl2.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/200/kl2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It never caeases to amaze me how cultures are so different yet so similar ...<br /><br />In my last trip to Malaysia which I have to dutiful relay my experience to you all - however painful it may seem opened my eyes to a new world of possibilities ... not only were half my luggage stranded in Dubai and halfway through my transit in Thailand ...<br /><br />I was faced to deal with a human being who has a weird disorder - the disorder that I call "I'm a freak who sounds like a broken record disc"<br /><br />I was also quite impressed with the Malaysians - a funny lot I must say, always so whoopdy - doo and smiling. I finally worked up the nerve to ask one of the smiley people what sort of drug they were on because no human race could be this happy withOUT being sedated.<br /><br />And since I hadn't been to Malaysia in years, I was so looking forward to go sight seeing but damn Indonesia had to do their SLASH and BURN of their forest - so the city of Kuala Lumpur was fogged from dawn to dusk!<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/1600/kl3.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/200/kl3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />If that wasn't freak enough, I thought Arabs were the laziest lot of all when it comes to work - and frankly speaking, the image below speaks quite LARGE volumes about our work culture<br /><br />But I must have been highly mistaken ... I hardly got a glimpse of action from them ... As nice as they were, they were too laid back.<br /><br />Not to mention, they have no MEN! ...<br /><br />The trip wasn't so bad if you count the quick "in and out"process, the whining FREAKO I was stuck with and the actionless pack of smiley laid back people<br /><br />And I did get to have the famous TETARI tea ... gulpy yummilicious ... and the amazing <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/1600/kl1.0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/200/kl1.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Petronas TowersDubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-1160607047353556302006-10-12T02:49:00.000+04:002006-10-12T02:50:47.363+04:00The XX & XY differences ... a picture with a 1,000 words<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/1600/XX%20and%20XY.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2950/3880/320/XX%20and%20XY.jpg" border="0" /></a>Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-1159990772944091002006-10-04T23:20:00.000+04:002006-10-04T23:39:32.966+04:00Take a look ... i'm giving you a sneak preview<em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>So I thought about it for a lil' bit and realized that I haven't really talked much about the who I am and spent time on the what I think, and I decided that this blog would be an insight into the world of UAE's inevitably doomed chic. </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>You see, I'm a writer by nature - it something that comes naturally. I used to keep a diary a million years ago but you know what they say about girl's with diaries. It's the good girls gone bad babe ... so instead I found better outlets and blogging was a good way of doing so without repercussions.</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Who am I?</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm 23</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm single</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm ambitious</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm motivated</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm successful</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm open-minded</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm moving up the corporate ladder</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm U.S. educated</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm dedicated</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm a romantic</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm independent</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm ready to compromise</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm family oriented</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm attractive (all depends on what you like)</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm ready to love</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But no matter what I am ... at the end of the day </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I'm a young Emirati living in sorrow ... and I've become aggressive, so I have mood swings ... and anger ... and frustrations to let out because as I woman, we aren't not recognized all the time, or given the credit we duly deserve, our men lie, love and leave us and want a girl with no opinions. I'm angry because my country is being overridden and driven by Westerner white folks and Indian blue collars. I'm angry that although my voice represents thousands of women, I will always be shut down for speaking my thoughts. I'm angry that when I think to give a man my trust and love, he takes it as me being clingy. I'm angry that blogging is an outlet, but I can't act out my emotions ... </span></em></strong><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>I'm so angry that my anger crosses itself out to leave way to tears that no one hears or sees and I wake up in the morning and start a new day ... </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>So now you know ... </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>My story's been told</strong></span></em>Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-1159306428282966262006-09-27T01:22:00.000+04:002006-09-27T01:35:59.470+04:00You think you're too KEWL!First of all, let me thank and congratulate the Khaleeji men who have made complete idiots of us. They will never respect an Arab woman in power, yet they will kneel and chant 'hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm' to a psycho black bitch like Condi Rice. What's up with that?<br />When an Arab woman steps up in power - she's automatically branded as a 'hoe' or the most preferred terminology 'el ghahba' and they make up all sorts of stories about how she got into power.<br />What's even funny enough is that these our our men who have lived abroad - studied, ate, enjoyed for years.<br />They will work their asses off to get a 'Western girl's' attention - with the wine and dine technique but they will treat us like little dumb ass girls as tissue paper - something you sneeze into and throw aside and move on to the next.<br />Khaleeji men will party, drink, do drugs, FUCK every darn pussy walking biatch, and keep a bloody score card of how many hits they've had in a week.<br />They come back, put their kandouras on and tighten the ghutra and 3egal on their heads and they go back to being horny ass biatches.<br />When it comes to equal opportunities, we're as equal as our housemaids (that is if they don't have more rights than us)<br />Khaleeji men say one thing and do something else. Ask one today about how he feels on the progressive Emirati women and they'll say 'MashAllah, amazing, good for them' - but it's a bunch of bull.<br />They go to the Majlis and talk about how the women think we are all that, and we are so open minded and think democracy is our motto and would never think to marry us independent thinking women because we are not traditional.<br />Traditional up my friggin' arse.<br />Remember boys - 'do unto others as you would have them do to you'<br />You are all set for doom<br />Get your act right and us women might give you a place in the society when we hold the reigns.<br />Put us aside and you'll cry tears of bloodDubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-1159130647097731032006-09-25T00:34:00.000+04:002006-09-27T01:22:31.916+04:00So you think you are your wife's first F*#@Yes, my dear readers and this one is specifically geared to the men who think every walking woman is a potential F*#K and when they've quenched their thirst or rather when their families put pressure on them to get married, they quit their scavenging pussy hunt.<br />The funny thing is no matter how many years Khaleeji men may spend with their so-called love of their lives, they never opt to marry her.<br />Instead they go for the so called innocent, who don't go out, virgin girls. hunny, their ain't such a thing as a virgin anymore and if you do find one, i'll personally bend over and let you have your way.<br />A biology FYI for all of you idiots out there, almost every girl breaks her hymen way before she reaches the age of 10. The only reason there are many who bleed excessively is because of two reasons:<br /><br />A. The fucked up men of our Glorious GCC countries push it in so hard that it bloody hurts<br /><br />B. SHE DOESN'T WANT YOU! Period! So technically, you are raping her!<br /><br />From what I know, most of our men don't even have the right package to fulfil the job and then blame the women that they aren't kinky enough. If it isn't the right size and length, then you're in deep do-do.<br /><br />Plus, why should we care about whether you think we're virgins or not, since you men haven't been virgins even before you hit puberty.<br /><br />So the next time you go around asking mommy or your sisters to find you a good bred wife, think about where her ass has been and believe you me, you are never the first.<br /><br />Technology in medicine works wonders these days - for a couple of thousand of dirhams, girls today can get sewn up good, her pussy is tighter than a fucking Asian baby.<br /><br />I'm glad I was able to get that off my chest ...<br /><br />I need a drink ...Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34956376.post-1159121030896526392006-09-24T21:58:00.000+04:002006-09-25T00:34:34.790+04:00A fake facehow many times have you run into a person who always smiled, yet you knew there was something hidden in their eyes but it's just too hard to ask them what their thoughts are, their feelings, their passions, their fears<br /><br />the answer i'm guessing is COUNTLESS number of times<br /><br />i say that because i run into those people everyday, even moreso that i see one of them everyday when i wake up and look at myself in the mirror and see a relfection of never ending sorrow to the time i lay myself to sleep ...<br /><br />yes, i must confess, i am one of those smiley people, yet i have to ask myself, what am i smiling for? it's certainly not for me ... the bubbliness of my physique is not parallel with my inner soul ...<br /><br />so to me and to you, i will forever remain InevitablyDooMeD ...Dubai'sDramaDollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136673264056747283noreply@blogger.com2