So I was going through one of my favorite websites, Jezebel, where I stumbled on a bizarre article “Paranoid Dude Seeks Lady to Spy on His Potential Fiancée”. The following quote is what a total weirdo wrote…

“There will be a speed dating event, and I am worried my soon to be fiancée will be attending. I'm not the jealous type that normally does this, but since I'm about to take a big step of giving her a ring, I need to make sure. Your job will simply be to stand in front of this restaurant and look for her arrival. That's it. IF you can get inside and get a snapshot of her in the act of "speed dating" I would pay an extra $50.
Offering $85 for this because it should not take you more than 1 hour. The location and time will be disclosed to you.”

SERIOUSLY!!!! What the hell is wrong with him? You wouldn’t marry her unless you trusted her, and obviously YOU DON’T. Men can’t live with them… can’t live without them.


***NOTE: NOT ALL MEN ARE TOTALLY APPALING IN MY EYES!! It’s just that some astonish me… its normal, don’t judge me!

Why Is Our Culture So Weird?

Dear whoever is out there?

As a kid growing up, I thought my life would be perfect. No problems, having everything taken care for me by my family, constantly pampered and cared for, and lastly and most importantly, finding that moving on from a problem is… well, easy.

Seventeen. The perfect age in my opinion. Well not perfect, just pleasant. I mean, I don’t have the responsibilities my elder brothers and sisters have nor am I ignored because I’m still “too young”. Why is it that just by sharing a few of my ideas, people drift apart? Why is it that just because I like to think in my own way that doesn’t meet the expectations of others I should be treated harshly? Why? Why? WHY? My why and what’s could go on forever, but I’m sure I won’t get any answers.

Reading the book, Girls of Riyadh has opened many doors from me (ALMOST DONE!) I’ve come to see gender roles in a culture very similar to mine. I’ve come to understand that not all relationships between men and woman is in the end good for each side; although, I would argue that there are a few exceptions. In our society, when two people bond or “click”, people misinterpret that into a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, when in fact it is just an innocent interaction between two people. Those two may or may not be interested in each other and that doesn’t really matter. What matters is that they learn to interact innocently and appropriately in front of everyone without any secrets from the “people”. Another thing, really, who’s watching? People are too engaged with their own lives to even care about what you’re doing- unless you give them something to talk about. If two people engage in an innocent conversation, people (if anyone is watching) have nothing to say to that because it’s the 21st century. I mean, why is it so wrong for two people to talk? Can’t a man and a woman JUST be friends? Does everything have to be so complicated? I honestly don’t know. This is part of what the book disagrees about. It talks about how two people may only want to be friends but it suddenly turns into more or less depending on what people say. In one of the chapters, AlSanea talks about how people should just be! They shouldn’t care about what others say unless they know that they’re doing something wrong.

Going to a school where I have no choice but to interact with the boys around me, I have come to set boundaries with many, maybe even most of them. I really only feel comfortable with some, and I like it that way. Does that mean I go all crazy and talk to them every second of every day? No. Does that mean I get interested in them and want more? No. All I do is interacting with the people I feel I can learn from. I might not be aware of what it is I am learning, but I do believe that interaction- appropriate interaction with the opposite gender is crucial for a person who likes to stay open-minded to a certain extent. I’m not saying that it’s always a good thing, because it’s not; but if I set boundaries with guys, I will surely be happy with the results. No man will ever think of me in the wrong way, nor will be even try to. In the book though, it is slightly different, they go to an all girl’s school, but sneak around behind their family’s backs to meet men and to have inappropriate relationships, which is wrong.

Seriously, I have nothing more to say… BUT, a great book!!!

Neglected & in Awe

It’s late at night or early in the morning- whatever you prefer- and I’m hooked on this book! Girls of Riyadh! After starting to read this book last night and reaching chapter 16 until I dozed off into LaLa Land and blogging all night about the issues that have arisen to myself, I have really come to understand the concerns of most married women. Again, you might be thinking to yourself that I’m too young to be thinking in such a way, but get this- I don’t care. It never hurt anyone to understand matters that may or may not be appropriate for their age. For example marriage to a teenager, politics to a youngster and even visa versa- having an older person enjoying a child’s book or TV Show.

UPDATE! Gamrah is pregnant and confronts her husband, soon to be ex, about his Japanese Mistress. He abuses her, you know with all the slapping (yes, just like what we see in those horrible dramas we watch in Ramadan) and once she tells him she’s pregnant he tells her to go back to Riyadh and let him “be” in Chicago where he will unite with his Mistress.

***My thoughts: WHAT A JERK! Your wife tells you she’s pregnant with your first baby, you slap her, tell her she’s wrong for confronting him and that ‘lady’ –if she deserves to be called one- and neglect her, leaving her nowhere to go but her native soil. How impolite. ***

When Gamrah goes home, back to Riyadh carrying this poor child in her stomach, she tells her mother about the misfortunes that have recently occurred since her last phone call, she goes on explaining, cursing and displaying her anger towards Rashid, that ill mannered son of Adam. Her mother re-assures her that everything will be okay since having a child will guarantee that their marriage would go on even though not to full success. Three weeks pass by and Gamrah, poor Gamoorah as they like to call her, gets divorce papers from that Rashid that small minded dimwitted man.

***My thoughts: So Rashid, your wife is carrying your baby huh? Instead of pampering her and showing her full care and attention, you send her back. Okay fine. You say that she needs to be with her family because you are TOO busy with you studies and that this arrangement would just be temporarily. How nice of you…? Then, to Gamrah’s surprise she’s a divorced woman- a neglected woman- a woman carrying a baby that she does not want, but had for your sake?! Poor Gamrah. You should be ashamed Rashid. ASHAMED! ***

Through the dark days and nights, Gamrah lives in her room, crying. When she leaves her room, she is surrounded by her family who surely make her tired, as they push her to the limit making her hate her own existence. Gamrah is forbidden to leave the house, as it is not a good sight on the public seeing a freshly divorced woman out and about.

“Is divorce a major crime committed by the woman only? Why doesn’t our society harass the divorced man the way it crushes the divorced woman?” (AlSanea 185)

*** In my opinion, people are too preoccupied with what people will think of them if they wear their hair in a certain style, go out wearing an odd fashion or even going out after just being divorced. Not everyone knows who you are, you know? How am I going to know every detail of everyone’s life by just looking at them? So this is what’s going to happen? I’m going to walk into a mall and all fingers will be pointed at me saying that I’ve just been divorced by a man that has divorced me for his own sick problems? And that I’m carrying an unwanted baby in me? (Btw, inshalah matarfis ilni3ma chithe) for all they know, just by looking at me, I’m in my twenties carrying a baby and I’m still married. If people weren’t so preoccupied with what people do or even say, I think they would reach their goal in life, their faraway goal, finding true happiness. The happiness from within, not the happiness a few credit cards provide. Am I really getting what I want from life? Gossip, fear and emotional instability? I don’t want that, but that’s what I’ve got if I give in to all that rubbish people will always want to say about me.

Being the young lady I am, I will always have haters. I might seem like every other girl, the type that loves gossip, eavesdropping and maybe even a troublemaking, but I really am not. If I’ve learned anything in the past couple of years it’s that I shouldn’t care about what people say… but what I’ve recently, a couple of months ago discovered is that this population of aspirant Gossip-Girls living in our cultural and Islamic, world find it a sign of weakness when they attack their “prey” with words of hate and we say nothing in return but walk away. They feel a sense of fortunate victory when nothing is said back as they feel like they have achieved world peace and looked ‘good’ in front of everyone. Little do these pathetic small minded girls know, is that when their so-called “preys” ignore their ill mannered comments and spiteful words that they really don’t care. Since these girls are stupid enough to think that they are better than us, we have to talk back, using our classy words and unadulterated mouth to make THEM look BAD and to make them cause World War 3 in their own backyard.

It’s MY life, I’m going to do stuff MY way. If I want to give in to the gossip I will, but since I was brought up differently, brought up to be a leader rather than a sorry follower, I won’t. I think I’m smart enough to keep my head held high and leave those sick girls to backstab each other and make one another look bad. ***

Il7imdilah 3ala kil 7al (:

People get what they deserve in this life that is filled with its marvelous challenges.

العين لا تعلو على الحاجب ;)

No Promises

Talking to R again about my previous post, which she loved btw ;)

Anyway, so we were talking about marriage, the dream guy and the package that comes with growing up, you know responsibilities and what-not. As things were getting a “leetle sbicey up in here” lol, I realized that I don’t know what I want in the future. Now you may be thinking, isn’t she just 17? Shouldn’t she be thinking about shopping, crushing, TV, friends and fun activities? Well, no!

So, R was telling me how a good heart comes from a clean slate- how do we know if he has a clean slate? So for example, a guy comes up to me and asks me to marry him (R, let’s hope you believe me when it happens this time and that it’s not just a prank I pull on you for the 3rd time), living in Kuwait I have a reputation to think about, and I need to get married the right way for people to see me as the “good girl” I am. This is where R steps in and says: Why do all good girls fall for bad guys? So Mr. X isn’t that good-looking and doesn’t have a decent personality, but all the good girls fall for him and worship his every step; but I guess they like him because he’s bad news.

What I think, sometimes, not always, good girls will always be attracted to bad boys maybe with a few exceptions here and there. So I asked my dearest R, what if you were to fall for a bad boy being the good girl you are? Her reply: I have a lot of rules.


Her lovely rules (p.s. I TOTALLY AGREE!!!):
*** copied from bbm as seen ***
1. He has to be well-mannered and respectful.
2. A total gentleman.
3. Unafraid to share how he feels deep inside.
4. Able to see the real beauty behind everything and not superficially.
5. Should have a pure heart with good intentions in life.
6. Should have a good record and rep.
7. Should have a sense of humor.
8. A deep guy, who’s understanding, sympathetic and caring.
9. A guy who has the same interests as me, but has to be daring and adventurous.
10. Looks!!!!!!!! He has to be good-looking.
Above is my impossible list!

R, I agree. You asked me about my dream guy, I don’t know anymore… well of course I’d like all of the above, but didn’t we set the bar up waaaaaay too high? It’s like what I said about that movie-love life. It doesn’t exist in our world, especially the Islamic world. We come from backgrounds were arranged marriages and secret lives take place and I think that what we see in guys in the movies are fake. I don’t think my dream guy exists anymore, I’ve set my bar too high and now I’m stuck, I can’t think less of what I’ve set nor can I bring it down.

You think you’ll never meet a decent guy who meets your standards and how all guys these days are inappropriate and have zero respect for girls. Though I do agree upon some level, I have the urge to disagree and I don’t know why! Maybe it’s that fairytale love life I’m dreaming of? *This is where you snap at me and tell me to come back to reality reminding me of what I’ve previously said, you know, bring my head out of the clouds.

You made me laugh when you couldn’t remember the quote in Arabic that explained that “someone good will end up with someone good”. I disagree, though there are few exceptions, I do not think that it’s true. Let’s say I’m good, which I hope you people think I am and I marry a druggie or an abuser (la sama7 Allah) does that quote relate to me? I mean sometimes I think to myself, is it worth getting married? How am I going to know if he’s the one? Is that feeling in my gut enough? Is 9alat ‘ilistikharah’ enough? What if I need more? I don’t want to get myself into something I’m not sure of; after all, I’d like to get married only once. Then, you know me, I see a baby and I get butterflies in my stomach, then think of the responsibilities that come along with the possible beautiful mess?

You feel the same way R, re-thinking marriage a million times about that “dream guy” if he exists, but it’s a way of life and you want to experience married life and whatnot. I remind you about the responsibility and the emotional package and change that comes with the new life, but being the great friend you are, you remind me that you can’t go through life without responsibilities. (I can always count on you to bring my head down and think like a civilized person!)

Do you think marriage is a test? A life test?

You surely think marriage is one of life’s challenges… Life in general is a test.

Well R, I know it is… but why? I mean how is marriage testing us?

You say: you come across love at a certain point during your life, it’s considered a challenge. Think of it as an actual test that you take in school (nice R ;) I like your thinking girl)… A test is made up of many challenging material and questions. Marriage and love are the challenging things that you need to face in life. Marriage tests out patience and passion towards a stranger that you’ve never lived with before.
Wow R, you’re really catching my attention and I totally agree… but in our society, most women are forced to marry a man the father usually chooses, but since it’s the 21st century, I think women are marrying the men they choose and love. We would both have elongated engagements to get to know the men were preparing ourselves to marry, but people gossip don’t they? Saying how a long ‘khi6ba’ in other words engagement is ‘3aib’ – inappropriate culturally.

After getting married both sides do go through a lot of changes, but is it possible for a man to change his character? I mean, plaster on a fake personality during the engagement and once the wedding/honeymoon phase has run out he reveals his true identity, a man with flaws, bad ones.

You think that he’ll change- temporarily, but once he’s bored of showing off his muscles he’ll probably go back to his old ways… it is important to remember that you can’t change a person, they might change but they might not… it depends on how you treat the man. If you talk to the guy about his flaws, he’ll probably attempt to change his ways if he’s not completely mentally retarded.

I AGREE SISTAH! Haha! 

Sometimes, he could get a little out of hand, don’t you think? If you approach him with a flaw about him and ask him to change his ways, he could take it the wrong way and attack you with his words or actions, couldn’t he? Would the man sometimes go against your will (yes women have wills too not only men)?
R: yeah that’s the guy’s nature… he’d defend himself because in a guy’s mind, he depicts himself as a flawless piece of work, when in reality, he’s a flawed piece of “work”.

Wow R, some anger there? I like how you think, but see? I do believe deep down that some small percentage of men are truly sane, I hope our future “dream men” are.

Btw, I love our late-night chats about everything… *hugs*

The Life of a Typical Lovelorn Woman

I’ve been contemplating on what my second post should be about. Ideas have been running in and out of my head but I was either too lazy to write, or just forgot what my idea was. Sometimes, my ideas were too knotty and mind-numbing, so I decided to wait, wait for the perfect idea, an idea so simple it would blow me away, an idea so vague I would misplace myself while writing about it. So as I sit here, in the dark, in my room in front of my bright laptop screen, I decide to write about the most common topic; love. I don’t mean to be boring, or to find the “easy way out”, I just mean to be daring in a society like ours and to really open up to everyone about what I think love is, if it exists. As a child, I experienced love from everyone around me. My family gave me so much love, I would think that others found it sickening and horrible; but I didn’t. Since I am the youngest of five children, I didn’t see it all. For some strange reason my family felt the need to “protect” me from everything around me that they did not approve of- even though they might be the most open-minded people you will ever meet. Enough about me…

Recently, actually today, I’ve started reading Girls of Riyadh an intriguing book by Rajjaa AlSanea. Rajjaa is Saudi Arabian; she grew up in Riyadh and is currently living in Chicago where she is a graduate dental student. This twenty-five year old author has had her book banned all over the Middle-East when it was released in Arabic in 2005. It was seen as controversial and inflammatory in Saudi Arabia, so it was immediately banned. After realizing that Girls of Riyadh wasn’t that big of a deal, the book started to be released gradually across the Middle-East for women to enjoy.

I reached chapter ten today, when I started to re-consider my definition of love. Actually, I started to re-consider its existence. This thought-provoking novel has altered my every thought of this feeling, this cold, cold, cold feeling.

Rashid, one of the minor characters in this book is married to Gamrah, one of the main characters. The book starts off with Gamrah’s wedding, which is not so different than a Kuwaiti woman’s wedding. We learn that Gamrah is very nervous upon her entrance to the ballroom where her wedding was taking place, as there were some technical difficulties regarding the music; but once Mohammed Abdu’s voice filled the room with his brilliant voice, Gamrah approached the “kousha” or as they call it the “dais”. She was a nervous reck, as she has only seen her husband once before the wedding at a small family event called the “shouffa” where they see each other with the company of family members just to approve of the marriage. Most men at this time ask the bride’s father to speak with the bride on the phone just to get to know her better before they seal the deal. Rashid did not ask for that. This astonished Gamrah.

*** My thoughts: At that time, shouldn’t Gamrah have had to think that there was something wrong? For God’s sake! She was going to go to Italy for her honeymoon with a complete stranger, then move to Chicago for this stranger’s PhD. How was she going to do that? I wouldn’t. Marry a man a barely knew, saw or even talked to is the worst thing I would ever do, especially in this day and age. Shouldn’t Gamrah have approached her father or even her mother to talk about this? She could go up to any of them and explain to them why she’s not comfortable with marrying him and that she wants to get to know the Rashid she was going to soon be known as, his wife. Marriage isn’t easy and it surely wouldn’t be easier if she didn’t know the man. Anyway, back to the book…

Gamrah was expecting a fairytale life after she exited the ballroom with her arm wrapped around Rashid’s. As they got up to the hotel room, and as she freshened up, he dozed off to sleep without even saying goodnight.

***My thoughts: HOW RUDE! THE NERVE! SHES YOU’RE WIFE! TALK TO HER! Women take ages to prepare to look THAT good and all you do is take an hour or two to shave, shower put on your dishdasha, ghitra and 3igal, bisht and get your derrière in a car and into the ballroom. Us women have months of preparations to worry about, all Rashid can do is sleep? JABIL MURTIK! SOULIF MA3AHA… I can hear my beloved R, my best friend telling me to “chillax” so I will. Continuing with the story…

Days pass by and Rashid doesn’t give Gamrah any consideration. He is obviously not interested in her. Why? The reader is not sure. They travel all throughout Italy, on their “honeymoon” ***YEAH RIGHT, honey-moon. *** Without saying a pleasant word to each other. Gamrah was not going to allow herself to be the first to make a move; then again she was attached to her Saudi culture and wouldn’t forget her mother’s words on her wedding night to refuse. Aaaaaaaanyway, Gamrah and Rashid move to the States where Gamrah feels unhappy. Well, I wouldn’t blame her; she’s all alone with a stranger that she thinks she’s in love with merely because he’s her husband and feels that it’s her duty as a wife to love her husband, and to top that off, Gamrah has poor English, and I’m sure we all know how it feels to live in a country- even it was for a short period of time- where no one understands you; that alone is enough frustration for Gamrah. Nevertheless, living all alone from the hours of 7 am to sometimes 8, 9 or even 10 pm, forced to take care of their apartment overlooking their neighborhood that she felt uncomfortable in. She starts to reconsider her marriage and if it would work out. She approaches him once and tells him that they should go out to the movies like a normal couple… Rashid has always criticized Gamrah’s clothes telling her to be more stylish and telling her how much he wanted her to wear clothes like the girls he would see on the streets around him and with him at his university. She never really understood him, but this time she tried. As they entered the cinema, she took off her coat and Hijab, and yet, Rashid was not pleased and told her to put back on her coat and Hijab because she couldn’t pull it off.

***My thoughts: WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN?! Is he mentally retarded? Crazy? UGH! He gets on my nerves! You ask her to dress in a certain way, and when she does you tell her to go back to what she knows best?

I think men these days need to settle for what they love… I mean think they love, in the first place. Most men, not all, want this photo shopped woman they see in magazines with barely anything on, revealing their “beauty”, little do they know that she doesn’t really exist. This is how I see it, if I was a man, and Thank God I’m not; she’s got the looks, but what about the personality? Is she going to treat my family with respect? Is she going to love and respect me? Will she listen to me when I need to be listened to? Will she take care of me? Does she want what I want? Am I going to be in a constant quarrel with her about the stupidest things? Will she raise my children right? The questions are never ending. If I take a woman that is okay looking, maybe beautiful enough for me, cute, whatever she may be, will she have the values I’m looking for? It all depends on her family, the way they raised her. Marriage is difficult, indeed, but am I going to look for everything in a woman, and forget that the main thing I want in my marriage, happiness? Happiness is everything, well at least in my opinion. It’s hard to find but when it is found, everything falls into place like the last pieces of a puzzle.

Is Rashid not Gamrah’s match? He was rough and quite rude to her sometimes, but she loved him. Why? Why? WHY?! Why is Gamrah so weak? Is that even weakness? I’m not sure. Maybe she’s giving him a chance he clearly doesn’t deserve. Wedding-jitters? Hello! Their married and have been married for a couple of months, shouldn’t they have reluctantly gotten used to each other by now? ***

In the few chapters dedicated to Rashid and Gamrah so far, we learn that Gamrah is a Gemini and Rashid is a Leo and that Leo men are stubborn and elusive. Is his stubbornness and elusiveness that are the cause for Gamrah’s pain?

*** My thoughts: I think so. Naturally, when one person does not communicate with the other, something has gone wrong. Gamrah is trying to communicate with the monster she’s married, but all doors are shut from Rashid’s side. ***

We learn some more of the Leo man and we know that the Gemini woman and the Leo man’s compatibility is only 15%! Too late, she’s already married to him. Gamrah knows that horoscopes and superstitions like that are just stuff people use to enlighten themselves, but Gamrah believes some of it, as it is true in her case!

*** My thoughts: I think I’d also believe such “fictional” beliefs if I were in her shoes, that would be my last resort. Ni9eeb, as most people say here in Kuwait, bas witha ni9eebi 6ayi7 7atha? I’d like to marry a man with a compatibility degree of at least 70 or 80%, not 15%! Now I’m not a Gemini and God knows how I’m going to marry… bas inshalah! Inshalaaaah! Something- someone good is waiting for me in the future, Allah Kareem.

This book is making me re-think this ancient idea of love. What if love was a made up feeling by a guy sitting under a tree and passed it on by just talking about it and made people believe it? What if it’s not really something we feel rather we believe in because everyone else around us does? I’m not talking about the love you have for your family, friends or the objects you possess, but your soul mate? Soul mate, does that even exist? What if I get married to a man I’m just comfortable around? Does that mean I have to love him JUST because he’s my husband?

I was brought up right- I know how to take care of a house, organize my time well, and throw these elegant “istiqbal” like parties and gatherings… but is that all that’s needed to be a good wife? Of course not. A good wife is to be patient, energetic, someone a man looks forward to seeing everyday of the rest of his life… etc… but what if the man is like Rashid, picky, picky, PICKY!

I was talking to my dearest friend R after completing the 9th chapter of this book about Gamrah and Rashid’s situation. Apparently she told me “not to think about it too much” and that “love conquers all”.

-7abeebty R:*,

I’m sorry but I’m going to have to disagree with you on this point. See, we live in the 21st century. We watch these chick flicks that show us how two people fall in love, break up, realize their love for each other and come running back. That’s why it’s called a movie. Another example, Romeo and Juliet- oh how I look down on that story. So unrealistic, two people falling in love like that- it is the oldest story depicting love and children are taught about this tragedy at such a young age. I remember reading that play in the 9th grade, but now after realizing what fake and unrealistic story it presents, I am aware that “love” is not meant for everyone, and that my friend, is why I believe that it does not conquer all.

You say that you “think two people so in love, not a lot can come in their way. Sure they’ll have their problems but if they really are in love, they can overcome anything!”

I think that “love conquers all” is just a phrase were forced to believe, forced to think is true. In my opinion it’s a sham. So many factors alter this phrase, modern technology (the way people meet each other, movies, the internet, books etc…), egos and family. The way people see love is based on what they see in movies, a script written by some person out there on what he thinks love should be, but sadly isn’t. So, when we wish for that movie-love life and hope for it one day and get something totally different, were just going to end up dissatisfied with what we have and unhappy expecting more from our spouse.

I think that most men, again, not all, have commitment issues. I mean, why else would he be so cold around the woman he picked to become his wife? Did it suddenly hit the poor baby that he has responsibilities and that drinking, smoking and playing cards secretly in his duwaniyyah with his friends isn’t the “real life”? Sorry, but your life, isn’t all about soccer, playing games and what guys like to call these days “gaz”.

--Last words, what I think to myself and I really don’t care if people agree,

3aib 3alaikom, women these days try hard to be the “perfect wife”, win7awel gad ma nigdar in7afith 3ala our reputation 3ashan one day inbayeth wyooh reyayeelna when some men go around playing, some men go around thinking their too superior and others marry a woman they don’t deserve. I can’t change a thing, I know; but my blog is about letting out MY thoughts, MY feelings and ideas, and I’m sorry for being offensive in any way to some of you, but this is really annoying me, how men act and how woman are just supposed to accept it, I’d love to see us switch roles for once…

Allah Kareem,

I’d love to hear what you have to say. Email me or write a comment… & if you know me and have me on bbm, bbm me!

xoxo

10 Guilty Pleasures

Hey everyone!! This is my second blog! So excited… but I have to admit, I’m STUCK! So, here’s a little about me, a few of my guilty pleasures…

1. Watching people fall/slip- I know, it’s mean… but c’mon it’s hilarious.
2. Pigging out- Especially when I had a long day or when I’m depressed.
3. Shopping, shopping, and some more shopping.
4. E! - Most of the time I’m making fun of the celebrities, but it keeps me going and laughing.
5. Gossip Girl- People! DON’T RUIN IT FOR ME! I’M ALMOST CAUGHT UP!
6. Jezebel- http://jezebel.com/
7. Jude Law, Eric Dane, Ricky Whittle & Gabriel Aubry- *sigh*
8. Sleeping late- okay, I mean sleeping in general. I love it. I. LOVE. IT!
9. Shoes- even if I don’t need them.
10. Waffles with LOADS of Nutella on them- so good! Try the one at Prime & Toast!