Music is my boyfriend

is a name of some group on facebook!
Such an inspiring name for a group..and one that i related to instantly.
Music is my passion and my boyfriend, in the absence of a real one:)
Not that it is substituting anything ofcourse but i have to admit that music is overtaking the funcionalities of a boyfriend in my life. It lifts me up when i am down, keeps me company when i am lonely, entertains me when i am bored.
So one might say it is the perfect boyfriend, the type who is always there when you need him.
My newly discovered BF takes long walks with me, accompanies me mostly in my car, sneaks at work and whispers to my ears through the MP3 player, and is there when i wash dishes, read or just feel like dancing...
It even adjusts itself according 2 my moods, slow when i need to chill out and funky when i feel like going crazy.
My BF never bores me, it has so many faces..it's classic, it rocks, it could be eastern or western.
The ideal BF indeed, too good to be true...

The Gabrielle in me

There are different sides in each person.And by sides i mean traits or rather inclinations.
There is an exterior and it should not necessarily comply with the interior.
Yes appearances are meant to be deceiving.
And there is nothing hyprocritical about it either..not always that is.
Every one wants to be perceived in one way or another and there is nothing really wrong about that because you have to pertain a certain image infront of people, but what goes inside is completely different at times.
Sometimes this cover up is very innocent.
This thought hit me while watching desperate housewives.There are five completely different women profiles here.Bree with the idealisem and coldness, Edie the slut, Suzan the hysterical, clumsy and naive one, Lynette the working mom tourne between family and career and last but not least Gabrielle.
Gabrielle is a hot controversial latina, loves her husband but cheats on him, gets whatever she wants regardless of the mean, funloving, smart.....i can go on for hours coz she is my favourite..
While watching it with a couple of friends one time the girls thought they were a Suzan, cute, clumsy etc... i came up with the shocking revelation or maybe confession that i am most likely to be a " Gabrielle"
And don't get me wrong here i don't mean the hot part and hopefully not the unfaithful part either. I just admire a woman who knows what she wants and grabs it, i admire survivors..I look up to women who are expressive, bold ...so what if a bit vulgar?
Apparantly I am not all that, and obviously i like to be all that it's deffinetely somewhere within me surfacing at times...So one thing i assure you appearances are really deceiving... i really look nothing like Gaby nor do i act like her, people 1st impression of me is nothing like who i really am, the Gabrielle in me is silent until called out.
You see, people do have extreme sides...and with that conclusion I rest my case!

Your wish is my command

Remember Aladdin? The one who found a wonderlamp, rubbed the dust of it and freed the Gennie?
The Gennie was grateful to Aladdin and said...YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, upon which Aladdin was granted three wishes.
I always wondered -and i am not just being sarcastic- what if Aladdin wished that the Gennie became his slave? or at least fulfill all his wishes not just three??
How would the Gennie have reacted? Would he have accused Aladdin of being greedy and called the whole thing off? Would he stick to his word?
Now seriosuly, three wishes is a bit stingy don't you think? Come on he freed the guy after all these years of being trapped in a dirty lamp...i think Aladdin deserved more than just three wishes.
Now if i were in Aladdin's slippers i would have played it safely after all three is better than winding up with nothing.
My first wish would have been for my parents to be happy.They are the best.They sacrificed their happiness to satisfy me.Nothing they will spare to keep me happy.I am blessed to have such loving parents and really wish them utmost happiness.
My second wish(and notice how am trying to be cunning here) is that my friends and i live happy ever after with the partners of our dreams.
My 3rd wish goes for my country i really wish that Egypt becomes a better place, that it prospers again that i can go back and be with my parents and friends.
The 1st two wishes are doable but the 3rd i think is far fetched.
Anyway, whether doable or far fetched sadly there is no Gennie to fulfill instant dreams.
We can always pray that things get better and thx God our Allah is generous and mighty you can demand a zillion things not only three.
Although we don't get them on the spot and sometimes we never do but still i belive that whatever is given to us is the very best.
One more thing Mr.Gennie would you please grant me one bonus wish?
That one would go to Mme Souad the nasty representative of my landlord?would you please turn her into a monkey?and this one comes from all the inhabitants of Burj Omar...pleaaaaaaaaz

Interview with Vampire...

A vampire is a fictionary being that has been bitten by another vampire and was thus provided immortality.
According to the original tale, he was a Transilvanian Count who was captured as a child by the Turks, was taught by them ruthless fighting methods and then later on fought against their invasion of his country.
During his imprisonment he also learned the dark secrets of black magic, came across some formula and became immortal.He lives till now(according to the tale).
Till recent i believed in the existence of vampires and was really reading and watching vampire stories/movies with great interest.
It was until two years back when my friend ele said to me sarcastically in her cute italian accent:
O Rubi surely you don't believe that this is true.At that time i was reading"The Historian" one of my all time favourite books about vampires.
She and my mother then made fun of me and for a moment i felt very naive.
Well ofcourse he's fiction.Immortality is only for God.
But as a contradiction to this theory there is our beloved modern age vampire.Count Mubarak.
This thought came to me while watching him on TV the other day.Could he be the one???
The ancient Count Dracula, the Prince of Darkness??
Well one thing for sure, he is Emperor of Darkness not simply a prince.
The guy should have been dead ages ago, yet he is still alive..
His scarry blank eyes, decaying skin and paleness make him good blood-sucking material.
His personality and evil are value added ofcourse.
Anyway that's just a silly thought; ofcourse he is not a vampire..but indeed a brutal blood sucker and unfortunately not with his enemies.
He refuses to abide to the simple rules of nature.
I guess he has nothing on his mind to trouble him, he leads a beautiful
worry free life unlike his miserable "subjects"..So why shouldnt he live long? Frankly, I would in his shoes.
Not making death wishes here, but wouldn't life be much better without him?
Not necessarily, however we could still use some fresh air, but hopefully not coming from the same direction.
We had our share of darkness Count.Kefaya.

Hard Luck Red Champs

It's strange how many habits, characteristics and opinions change in you when you live abroad.

You also discover stuff you were not aware of in Egypt.

To start with i was never interested in football. Though I always called myself ahlaweya, fact is I had nothing to do with Ahly nor Zamalek nor any other team.

My biggest achievement in the football field was watching worldcup to cheer for the italian team/players to be more specific.

Today was the finals of the African cup.Ahli played against some tunisian team, that much i knew.So I was overtaken by strong national patriotic feelings and decided to support Ahli and not at home but in public.

I felt the need to be amongst other Egyptians; weired thing that i don't think i felt before.

I love to be amongst friends but Egyptians in general? Completely new.

So this is some major change in habits and feelings.

I wore my red T-shirt and went to a coffee shop with a friend, asked the waiter to put on ART sports 3. Whenever a new group of Egyptians entered the place my confidence and joy grew. I swear i am not being poetic this is exactly how I felt.

I wanted Ahli to win this game..not just to brag but I wanted Egyptians to be happy; football is not just a game or leisure where I come from it is orientation, national pride and lots of other stuff that i am really not aware of because i am girl i guess and was never a football fan.

Back to the game, I have to say that it was a thrilling feeling how we were all cheering at the same time, swearing at the referee, all the booos and aaaahs.

To my disappointment Tunis won, very frustrating feeling that wouldn't have bothered me before.

But the bigger disappointment was seeing UAE Nationals celebrating at the end of the game; ofcourse it's a free country it's really up to them whome to support.

But the thing is they are not into football, and not particularly fond of Tunisians, so the only explanation was that they celebrated our defeat not Tunis' victory.

That i found awfully weired and disappointing, unanimous cheering and hugging at the end of the game??Why, what on earth did we do to deserve this attitude from their part?

I have to say that this was even more disturbing than the result of the game...and i really regretted supporting their team against Oman in the Gulf tournement.

Sorry!

Today, i saw a mighty Heart, a movie starring Angelina Jolie.Didn't know the story before i took the decision to see this movie, i wish i did though...because i deffinetely would have decided to go home and watch something more meaningful.
It's about two american journalists Mariane starring Angelina Jolie and her husband Danny who were covering the war against terrorism in Afganistan, then went to Pakistan were the nice, friendly, peace loving, truth searching American jew got kidnapped by Muslims, fanatics.(Surprise surprise)
Anyway don't want to bore you with further details,this movie shows-for what seems like eternity-a very filthy and poor Pakistan (it might be the case i don't know never been there)and a pakistani intelligence, CIA etc...searching for Danny.
The kidnappers, the terrorists, the muslims, the fanatics who kidnapped the nice American fella captured him to put pressure on USA to release prisoners held in US prisons or at least treat them with dignety( Is this too much to ask ???)
The movie did not come as a shock to me, could figure out the direction right from the start.
The usual manipulation in order to twist the truths is not new to Hollywood.
So the message stands very clear.We bad them good..ok this we have been living with for quite some time...but i kept wondering who is the target customer(forgive my vocabulary i come from a marketing environment) for this movie?
Is it the americans?mmmmaybe...the rest of the world? Us?...i really don't know but doubtful!
Doubtful because or rather although Hollywood has great film industry and they are the masters, they make terrific movies meant only to send hidden messages...but this particular message was not conveyed to us ...sorry but we were not fooled this time!
The regular viewer would have sympathized with Danny and his preignant wife, sorry guys we did NOT.
We contributed sadly to your profit but you did not contribute to our minds.
We could not care less whether he would die, don't want to go as far as to say we wished for it.
I am not a fanatic non of us watching this movie was.But when the wife screamed when she knew about the loss of her husband it meant nothing to us.Sorry!
Then again how do you expect us to sympathize with you? Is an american life more precious to us than an Arab life?
He is a father to be.Oh yeah? at least he is not a kid shot on the street .
None of us forgets Mohamed El Dorra the innocent child who was shot with his father nor do we forget the corps of the Palistinian and Iraqi children whome we see daily on television.
Should we feel sorry for his wife?What about the mothers who lose their children, see them killed and captured before their own eyes..
Sorry Uncle Sam but i think you are asking for too much.
Soo sorry, sorry because we reached this stage...but you drove us there.
We are not fanatics, we love Seinfeld, David Schwimmer etc...
We are not ruthless, we cried when Patrick Swayze was shot in Ghost, when Leo was freezing in the sea...
but we cannot mourne an american hostage while zillions are tortured humilated by you at Guantanamo and Abu Ghraib.
Sorry!

Ba7eb el sima

Yes, i love movies in particular egyptian movies.It's unthinkable 2 me how some of my friends cannot stand watching them.
I think we have gone a long way in this direction.Recently, we have been introducing what i think is landmarks in egyptian cinema history.
Today is friday, due to me not feeling ok I was forced 2 stay home; and what to do other than facebooking and watching a movie??
My 1st choice would have been Hairspray(something cheerful)had it not been with Rania:/
Ok 2nd choice was any other light movie, be it egyptian, american or even chinese but again nothing in my library, nor in Ahmed's.
The only choice left and a last resort actually is "aw2at fara3'".
Bought it during my last visit 2 Egypt but been afraid to watch it, seemed very gloomey.
Anyway as i said no other option.It's about a group of teenagers facing mainly identity problems plus other typical teenage problems.
Menna the girl tourne between two choices; to be a committed muslim or live her life as a normal egyptian girl her age nowadays..wearing veil or the boyfriend?
The boyz somking weed, drinking, picking up hockers, opposing their parents,loving, having double standards when it comes 2 the girls they love etc...again typical egyptian teenage problems.
The death of their friend in a way gives them a wake up call, they abandoned drugs, started praying, listening to Amr Khaled but then they quit that too.Expected!
Teenagers usually don't have steady orientation.
The end comes with them continuing living their lives like they should, with all the controversy, fun, problems and pain that comes along with the teen.
I enjoyed watching this movie alot it's soo real.It also rings a bell to the parents.
Teenagers all over the world face more or less the same problems, added to them any particular problems a country might be facing wheter social or financial.
This movie tackled both.Lately egyptian cinema has been tackling serious and what i would call less talked about issues.They might not be cheerful, they might hurt and even make you cry.But this is the role of the movies, highlighting society's problems.
They should not all have happy endings coz this is not real life.
Ofcourse it's also nice to watch a light comedy or a love story every now and then they are spirit boosters, but real life movies interest me the most.
Anyway just wanted to say that i love the cinema;actually i wish i worked in that field but too late for that now.Egyptian movies are my passion and i am real proud of the standard of movies we reached. With great scripts, talented actors and directors, we are the leaders of the Arab world in this field.
Way to go...

I had the time of my life

Ever had the feeling while watching an old movie, hearing an old song, coming across an old photo of yours and seeing the way you were dressed of O MY GOD how did i like this movie, how come i listened to this song again and again or Gee am i soo embarressed, what was i thinking of wearing this crappy T.shirt
Fact is we encounter this time and time again and it only makes sense.
At the time these things were trendy and very much "IN" , now they only seem ridicules.
As much as this is true this was completely not the case with me yesterday while watching Dirty Dancing.
To start with, i would classify this movie as a shallow teenage movie nothing more nothing less.
It contains some great songs and dances but then again that's it.
No moral to convey ...nothing.
But don't get me wrong i love this movie.
Yesterday while watching it for the 1st time after what must be like 15 years i expected to get bored, but to my astonishment i was in cloud nine.
During the one and a half hour censored version shown on Dubai One, i got this heartmelting feeling.
Was watching with a dreamy smile on my face.
I still found Patrick Swayze attractive and i still remember the 1st time i watched this movie.
And though early symptoms of Alzheimer are starting to mess up with my memory, the memories of this day are still engraved in my mind.
It was on Christmas some many years back. We were on vacation and Ines managed to get an uncut version from Germany.
For a dozen of teenage girls, the movie was dazzling and the love story was everything we wanted. Patrick Swayze was our teenage dream and many days were spent fantacizing about him, the way he danced, the way he held the what's her name ....
"Nobody puts my baby in a corner"was a favourite quote as silly as it seems right now.
But what brought the heartmelting feeling and the silly smile was not the movie it was rather memories of that christmas day.
It was the gathering, the innocent giggles, the memory of Randa's new white pullover that caught fire from the candle in the christmas tree and most of all the hopes inside us of living such a story.
We really had the time of our life.
Thank you DSB and thank you Dubai One for bringing all these lovely memories and thank you girls for giving me some nice stuff to remember.

A la votre ya DSB chicks

"A road to friend's house is never too long"

"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back when you have forgotten the words"

"Friends are the siblings, God never gave us"

These are friendships quotes and being an only child i have to say that i find the last one very appealing.

The happiest days of my life were schooldays specially the last 6 years.

We were a hell of a clique, we had fun 24/7, it was either making fun of teachers, skipping classes to go to the playground, eating out; school trips were a blast!

The memories of Cairo trip are still engraved in my mind.Luxor, Aswan, Fayoum etc..

We still remember how we used 2 gather in one room, eating, singing dancing till the other inmates complained.

This clique was amazing, you could never figure out how we became friends.

We were and still are soo different yet so close and in some ways similar.

Rehab the crazy one, Randa is sensible, Tamara the icequeen, Anna the mother of naughtiness, Lamia miss picky and cool and Rita the calm one.

As for me i hold a side from each of them, deep down i am crazy, naughty at times, sensible if needed, picky and cool when i choose to and calm when the i don't enjoy the company.

Days drifted us apart, but at last we unite thx to facebook.

The thread that started 3 weeks back between 6 best friends is funny and full of memories all of them hillarious.

We became addicted to this screen, we check for new messages every other hour.

I love you girls and i love technology.

My happiest moments are the ones i spend with you even if it's only infront of a laptop.

I know the good old days are hard to retain, but i hope we always keep in touch.

What we had was special and i am really really looking forward to our gathering in Deutschland next summer.

PICTURE imPERFECT

wanna know my own deffinition of picture perfect??
It is a picture with all my freinds in it, and no intruders are allowed by the way!
only my friends:)))
This is why there is nothing such as perfect picture, in my life at least.
cause 1st, i cannot gather all my beloved ones in one picture...not cause they are numerous ofcourse technology has already solved that with the zooming function in the digital cams but rather cause my friends are scattered all around. 2nd, there will be always people who do not belong in my picture...my world.
We have this lovely habit my friends and i of taking pictures at farewells ..
how i hate these pictures. You draw a fake smile on your face but deep down it hurts seeing your friend leave.
The time i left Egypt Gosh was I sooo happy to the extent i did not realize how others, friends and family, were suffering but still smiling in the pictures and trying to show support while inside is a different story.
Ofcourse none of that mattered at the time cause i was happy, selfish maybe i was one step nearer to my new dream life or to be accurate one step away from Egypt.
But life is a spinning wheel, plusses and minusses, yins and yans.
Today i am posing, faking something like a smile, wishing good luck while all i wanna do is cry.
My photoalbum is getting more and more imperfect...the friends are diminishing and the intruders are claming my pictures.
I hate sounding gloomy, but sorry this is MY BLOG and this is how i feel right now.
I will feel better tomorrow this i am sure of, cause i am strong i guess, i hope

Re Dark and Bitter

Did you honestly think i'd forget how u like chocolate??
Not sure whome u are underestimating here me or u?
Be sure that friends like you don't come my way often.
If you think i am a good friend and advisor it's cause you deserve it;i am not usually that friendly you know :/ Come on... the legendary 7elmy used 2 call me el berraweya :)))
Bottom line dear friend you are everybody's favourite and the least thing i can do 2 show how dear u are - since i am not around performing as a friend:((-is knowing ur chocolate taste walla eih????
Take care and c u soon

Bill Maher is so funny on this one you have to take your hat

Tribute to Wael Abbas

Congrats Wael.
Wael Abbas, the Egyptian blogger, is the first ever to win journalism award.
The 32 year old as described by Gulf News (issue dated August 31st, 2007)is the latest icon of internet journalism.
His blog MisrDigital, started in the year 2004, is visited by approx.30,000 readers daily and one million a month.(WWWWOOOOOWW)
It contains the latest political updates that we don’t hear about in official newspapers, supported by videos and pictures.
Wael has been fired from several jobs due to his blogging activities?1?
He has not been subject to physical threats but has once been detained for six hours for no plausible reason.
(So much for the democracy in Egypt!)
Anyways, I only wrote this one to pay him tribute, I visited his blog several times it is remarkable, very bold BUT not for the weak hearted as it contains some brutal footages.
Finally, this young man is worth praising, he is courageous; he sacrificed his job to stand up for his right to speak and reveal to us the corrupt environment we’re living in.
So instead of keeping the blindfolds on please visit www.misrdigital.tk

Hairspray - You Can't Stop the Beat - Full Song

Adieu, Farewell, Aufwiedersehen, Goodbye

Life is full.Full of good things, bad things, surprises, events, encounters and adieus.
I would classify the adieus as the 2nd worst thing after death.
God has been so merciful-so far-with me as to spare me death of people I love.
Uptil now I think I only mourned one person.To compensate for that my life has been an endless chain of adieus.
But that’s fine I mean considering the alternatives.
They say God provides you with the amount of strength necessary to endure your pain. So strength is proportional i guess.
Even though you accept some hardships of life goodbyes remain bitter.
I usually try to look at the positive side of things, yet I failed to find one positive aspect when parting with dear ones.
While some people don't even leave as little as a fingerprint in your life, others hold a significant place no matter how distant.
But the sad thing is that no matter how much you promise to keep in contact- and you mean it at the time- you email or sms for a few months then you can call it a real goodbye.
Only a memory remains, a sweet feeling or maybe a faint smile when you accidently see the name while flipping through the address book.
But life goes on and thx God facebook is "IN" so you can somehow keep track of these people, see their smiling faces amongst other friends, get a sweet bitter feeling; sweet cause your friends are fine, smiling....amongst friends and bitter cause you art not in these pictures.
Once i decided not to get attached to people to protect myself from situations as such.But it's a built-in device that you cannot uninstall.
In this context i would like to say to Gazzar i miss your being around and to Usama i miss you allready, to my friends back home OH MY GOD guys it's awfully weired without you here.
To my current friends here in the UAE let's enjoy what's left!
Luv u all

Celebrate diversity

Moroccans are prostitutes! Russians too! Philippions…Men? Gay! Women? Sex oriented! Arabs in general are pigs! Germans are Nazis? Palestinians are crooks
Xyz are filthy, blablas are racists.
These are modern age stereotypes surrounding us… suffocating us!
We prejudge and are also getting prejudged and sadly not only because of nationality.
Religion and skin color are also important players here.
Black is filthy while white is neat; Muslims are fanatics if not terrorists.
How sad! On one hand we claim that we are a modern world that we have advanced, while on the other hand we really act like Middle Ages.
We became one world with different colors and backgrounds.
So much we learn from each other starting from food till astronomy.
Why do we allow ourselves to eat Chinese food yet make fun of them?
Do we even know how much we alienate each other by these convictions?
I doubt or else we would have given it another thought.
No one likes to be undermined especially for reasons that are not only groundless and superficial but also out of ones hands.
Political views are also common ground for hatred.
Listen, debate, be openminded about it.
You do not have to accept other’s opinions if you don’t like them or if you have views of your own, just accept the fact that people ARE different, and could have different angles of looking at things.
To cut it short, embrace, learn from, and celebrate Diversity.

Appreciate who you are!

This is a thought about who i am, my roots and culture.
The reason why i am writing it is that i discovered new stuff during my stay here in a cosmopolitan like the UAE.
The last one and a 1/2 years have proved very educating indeed at least this is the way i view it.
I am sure lots of people would argue and disagree that but hey it's a free country, where arguing and debating is more than welcomed.
Back to my original thought what i learned lately.
Being graduate of a german school and being tought by germans, i (and mind u it's not an individual case all of my peers were)infatuated by the west in general and Germany in particular.
To us western Culture signified freedom of opinion, technology, honesty, fashion, lots of beautiful stuff that comes with being a 1st world country.
While 3rd world was ....daaaa lots of crappy stuff that is labeled under 3rd world .
Anything arab was shameful and weak while foreign was perfect.
I remember my visit 2 Paris many years back, and we know how Paris is filled with Abeyas and kanduras in summer. That was the only european country i disliked merely because of the intense presence of gulf arabs there, which was a reason for my annoyance during the trip.Imagine someone practically hating the champs-elysee.
Ofcourse this could be categorized as 3o2det khawaga, my upbringing contributed to this infatuation, while there was nothing to counter attack my despise to- i am embaressed to say it-: US..
Whether it was years that wised me up or interacting with both cultures simutaneously and in real life(4get school that was fiction) that drastically changed my opinion i really can't tell but fact is that now i learned to appreaciate my culture and roots.
Suddenly kanduras and abeyas don't bother me at all, in fact i enjoy watching Emiratis proudly and gracefully wearing their national dress.
Let's face it we are not bad actually we posess many qualities that we can be proud of.
We still-and please forget abt mainorities- have family ties that could rarely be found elsewhere.To us the mother is sacred.Males being protective of their sisters, wives etc..
I also believe that we posess warmth and kind heartedness that is remarkable.
We stick together in bad times(please exclude governments).How many times did u get unlimited support from your friends??
We deffinetely don't lack history nor culture.
i can go on for hours enlisting our merits but that's not the point here.
The point is admitting that we have mistakes; working on them is the best scenario. Realistically speaking maybe we will have to live with them for a while.
Still, and despite our mistakes we should appreciate who we are and where we come from.
Please let's be proud of ourselves and what we have achieved.

CINDERELLA’S GLAS SLIPPERS

"I wish I could -- I wish I could -- "; she was not able to speak the rest, being interrupted by her tears and sobbing.”
Poor cindy was denied going to the fancy party, moreover she had nothing to wear(a situation we face on ongoing basis?!?)
But hey …..
“Her godmother only just touched her with her wand, and, at the same instant, her clothes were turned into cloth of gold and silver, all beset with jewels. This done, she gave her a pair of glass slippers, the prettiest in the whole world. Being thus decked out, she got up into her coach; but her godmother, above all things, commanded her not to stay till after midnight( aslaha kanet men 3eila mo7afza) telling her, at the same time, that if she stayed one moment longer, the coach would be a pumpkin again, her horses mice, her coachman a rat, her footmen lizards, and her clothes become just as they were before.
So lovely girl went after all, enjoyed herself even danced with a handsome prince and the rest u know, anyways, midnight came, she ran, lost her slipper etcccc…
And the story ends when the princes’ soldiers ....
“He obliged Cinderella to sit down, and, putting the slipper to her foot, he found it went on very easily, and fitted her as if it had been made of wax
And this was confirmation enough that this was the hot gal from last night’s dashin’ parteee
Helloooo what was Cinderella’s shoe size yatara??? I bet some unique non reoccurring size that the slippers only fitted her feet mmmm…because as we all know that ya3einy the princes’ men tele3 bouzhom till they found “Z Girl”
Yala atary kollo 3and el aganeb Kaman saboun
Still we have 2 admit that it's sweet, heart warming tale but unfortunately real life does not include a fairy granny capable of turning crappy clothes 2 designer dresses and no princes willing to date anthing less than top models
Happy ever afters are kinda rare nowadays but hey am not complaining, just wish life was somehow different.
Teenage fantacies didn't realy comply with real life if u ask me and whome 2 blame...cinderella?
maybe...Snowwhite? possible...my own choices!?! yeah that's more like it.
actually it's a combination of all the above plus some mediocre romantic novels that also had a saying in my sanity...but still eshta...i am a survivor hope 2 remain one and will still hang on 2 my teenage fantacies; they did not add value so what? screw value ...at least they keep me happy for a few minutes( maybe hours?) every now and then.