Friday, April 28, 2006

.. Where the heart is.

It was supposed to be Ozzy's "Momma I'm coming home"
but it wont upload godamnit! So download that one
while you listen to this.

The birds are chirping, the breeze is whistling, the sun is glaring... it's spring. mmm. Love it!
Which means I go back HOME, to good ol' Riyadh in a couple of weeks. Oh Riyadh how I've missed thee... your endless scorching days, your great food, your ...
Ok I'm out.

It's not actually the weather that reminds me of the time, it's my mother's phone call every year around this time:
" Ya7laaaalik ya binti khalas garrabty tijy!.. 3asa n7ifty? 3asa ga99aity sha3rik? ... could you get me... "
What follows is a list of the most tedious, rare, and particular items you could ever imagine. Things that have me driving timidly into the city ghetto, or hours to D.C and Virginia malls. Lets not forget " 'flana' at work really liked the perfume you got me last year could you possibly get flana the same one? and flana used to live in virginia years ago and wants indian spices from a store next to her old house".

Ya jima3a.. indian spices from the States?! How does that make any sense?!

Of course I loath shopping. This morning I eyed my closet half full of army pants, black tees, endless flip flops, and the rest of the grubby stuff I love to slum around in, and just like every year, I realize I need a whole new wardrobe if I'm going home or I'll never hear the end of it. "Oh sweetheart why are you wearing that? we're not going to enlist in the army".. the woman fancies herself a wit.

So grudgingly I venture out to the local mall. I've developed some kind of apparel schizophrenia since leaving home. Nine months of the year I look like a bum, the last month I scurry around looking for prissy proper crap to shut the Grand Dames up during the long summer months.

While trying on some over-priced, already been torn, (why? I don't get it.. and why is everything so godamn long?) clothes, I notice the store's choice of photos to hang on the fitting room walls.



What jackass came up with that bright idea?.. yes, yes of course it's... "art".

Oh and they have a kids section..

*Can anyone guess the store?*







Two hours later, I'm tired.. grumpy.. hungry . You'd think I fought a battle.

Shopping.. not for the faint of heart.

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9 Comments:

Awwwwwwww, Leenz loves spring!!!

Ahem, now about the store, my only guess is Diesel.

By  f_, at 28 April, 2006 22:38  

I'm happy for you =)))

It looks like Abrecrombie & Fitch

By  nonnah, at 28 April, 2006 23:59  

ok, ur a girl and you hate shopping, try being a guy living in england and getting a phone from each cousin: "oh plz bring me this dior eyeliner" "armani have this t-shirt" "go to baby gap and get me 300 tops 140 pairs of jeans from the age of 3-9"

all i can say is i'm feeling u.. :)

By  frogman, at 29 April, 2006 05:56  

Fedo:
I do. My mood is completely tied to the weather. If only I lived on a tropical island..

Nope. Hate Diesel.


Nonnah:
Aw thanks hun.
heh.. you got it.


Feras:
Ah. You got me. I do actually like to shop in Riyadh. I don't know why I hate it so much out here. Generally though.. I'm not a fan.


Frogman:
LOL. I KNOW! Believe me.. I didn't even mention the half of it. My sister sends me a text message (1 of 4) with a list of DVDs and CDs. My aunt asked for some kind of helmet gadget that plays DVDs (you can't make this shit up).
Endless throngs of children that I am to clothe from baby gap and children's place..

3ala golat my Jordanian friend.. 5allaft'hom o nseet'hom?.. wana maaaly!!

By  Trevelyana, at 29 April, 2006 09:53  

I feel you- there's a fifteen year old sister back home. Can you imagine the requests? (err, demands)

Just say NO! I get ONE thing for each person. ONE thing of my choice. I don't care if that makes me a bitch. Only my mom and dad can make demands- and thankfully, they don't.

Unless it saves your life, I don't need to lug it across the atlantic. It's that simple

By  confused arab chick, at 29 April, 2006 14:32  

I quite like Diesel.

Anyway, did you know that, in the eyes of a guy, a girl who says she hates shopping is a major turn on?

Not much a secret, but you may find it useful one day!

By  illogicist, at 29 April, 2006 18:37  

VA + DC *sniffs and wipes away tear*

By  Taqo, at 30 April, 2006 07:53  

Oh when are you leaving?? You'll blog min hnaak right? Wela you'll be too busy with their little tea-parties, weddings and gatherings? =/

By  Sedna, at 30 April, 2006 15:42  

CAC:
Heh.. mine's 16. God help me but I simply cannot refuse them.. but I really am quite hopeless with the shopping. I end up spending thousands of dollars on stuff that turns out to be the wrong size/brand/color/material/infinitum. When will they just give up on me already!


Meesh:
No, A&F.


Illogicist:
Well man have puny brains (kidding.. mildly-- for the sake of this argument they do). She's a turn on until she shows up with raggedy clothes, and last season's bag... then .. well not so much.
None of you bother to make the logical jump from Mall--->well attired girl.


Diabz:
ahh.. no9 3omrik!
Not!


Taqwa:
ohh you're not missing anything.. same old same old. Yawn.


7:
Aaah! I was woooondering who'd have the gall to notice. Perhaps we should seek a second opinion though?
Lost? You around?

Flight's in a coupla weeks.. plenty of time to beseech hugher forces.


Sedna:
Jeez.. you put it so bleakly.. tea-parties? me?.. well ok ya.
Actually I've been pondering the issue for a while.. and I'm nearing a year with this thing.. perhaps it's time to do somthing else with my time.

By  Trevelyana, at 30 April, 2006 22:25  

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