tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73414662012-01-29T19:04:37.145+03:00The Pink Perspective.PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.comBlogger1021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1099428096261102902004-11-02T23:35:00.000+03:002004-11-02T23:41:36.263+03:00

Well... I've been putting this off for a while, but alas, the time has come to say Good-Bye. I must, need, have to end this blog. Yes, It is time to say Farewell and Pass the Torch on to the Newcomers. All good things must come to an end, and I am hoping this was a good thing. I shall miss it and miss you all. And Now... I Shall Love You and Leave You. PSS *smile*

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1098689350257182432004-10-26T05:49:00.000+03:002004-10-27T00:17:19.106+03:00

Warning: Personal Post Ahead. Tread with Care. Every year just before my birthday, I contemplate all that I have done the past year. I never think I've done enough. I always need to make sure that I have contributed something positive to Humanity. Did I maintain my values or have I compromised them this past year ? Have I done all that I can do to be a better person ? I reflect, ponder, wrestle

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1098653770170000652004-10-25T01:22:00.000+03:002004-10-25T00:36:10.170+03:00

Big Daddy-Z sent me these two articles, I think a week ago. Has it been a Week already ? Good God, Time flies by when your fasting! Guardian : Pink to Make the Boys Wink (and No, it's not me who's making the Boys Wink!) and NYTimes: It's Not Easy Being Pink Summary is that Pink is Back IN! I love it when I am En Vogue *sigh* Now a Question for the Gentlemen: Would you wear Pink Guys ? Or Do

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1098637058489452242004-10-24T19:48:00.000+03:002004-10-24T19:57:38.493+03:00

Driving down Fahad Al-Salem St. I see the new Billboard advertising Mecca-Cola. Now I know this is not usually what I talk about but it seems my senses have been heightened while fasting and I am making connections I would not usually make. So the Advertisment says "Shake Your Conscience. Mecca-Cola." Or something to that effect. It brought to my mind something I read on gapingvoid. (Just scroll

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1098566327093269092004-10-23T23:56:00.000+03:002004-10-24T09:42:48.693+03:00

Well I know of four main things:- 1. Eating. 2. Drinking. 3. Smoking. 4. Sex. However during a conversation at school some girls think otherwise. The Setting: An Empty Cafeteria. PSS and her friends sitting on one table and the table next to them occupied by another group of girls. The Players: PSS (as usual, me and my BIG Mouth). G. (A charming polite young fellow). F. (G's first cousin,

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com123tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1098258941717930722004-10-22T23:52:00.000+03:002004-10-22T23:52:42.736+03:00

And No, this isn't a new jingle for Mecca-Cola. I must say that I do truly really dearly love Mecca. Maybe for the plain reason that it's FUN! *shock* *Horror* *GASP* Yes, My Dear Fellow Bloggers and Bloggettes, I think 3omrah is Fun and I think Mecca is Exciting. It's the continuous influx of people from all over the world. It's the different sights and smells(estaghfarallah) and nationalities

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1098431543233823822004-10-22T10:45:00.000+03:002004-10-22T10:52:23.233+03:00

WHOOSH! Eat Eat Eat, Run Run Run, Change Change Change, Dress Up! Quick Quick Quick, Get in the Car! Drive Drive Drive, Get Down and Get In, Kiss Kiss Kiss, "Mbarak 3alaikom Ilshahar", Kiss Kiss Kiss, "3asakom Min 3owadah", Kiss Kiss Kiss, "Ma3a AlSalamah", Quick Quick Quick, Go Go Go! And as our Friend Nibaq Said on His Blog "Wash, Rinse, Repeat". Allah Belkhair! PSS et non, Je ne suis pas

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1097828170872382802004-10-15T11:13:00.000+03:002004-10-15T11:16:10.873+03:00

Best Wishes to Everyone in the Blogiverse :) Methinks Me Willa Go Bloga Loca this Ramadan ! Love Ya 'n' Leave Ya, PSS ;)

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1097656647818166732004-10-13T10:55:00.000+03:002004-10-13T12:17:54.243+03:00

The Male University Political Animal: Once he enters the University Political Arena all identity is brushed aside and turns generic. He adopts a Getrah, Chain Smoking, and a Harried Worried look. He speaks in a weird language that nobody understands and turns very aggressive Election Day, threatening all in his path "IF You Don't Vote for Me, I am going to beat you up!" If indulged in a

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1097551276418767162004-10-12T06:12:00.000+03:002004-10-12T06:21:16.416+03:00

You know it's Humid when you wake up and can't see out your window. You know it's Humid when you wake up and you're thinking, Was it raining last night ? But you know it wasn't because it's still not the rainy season. You know it's Humid when your hair kinda stands up by its own accord, and when you try to tease it into place, it's not in the mood and refuses to cooperate! You know it's Humid

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1097437264418602402004-10-10T22:33:00.000+03:002004-10-10T22:41:04.420+03:00

When is it acceptable ? Is it ever acceptable ? That is to mix religions, race, nationalities, etc. in a marriage ? Would you ? Wouldn't you ? And why ? Indulge me... Just Curious, PSS :)

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1097404273351753692004-10-10T13:26:00.000+03:002004-10-10T13:31:13.350+03:00

Do We Like Him ? Or Do We Hate Him ?

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1097386508660093042004-10-10T08:27:00.000+03:002004-10-10T08:35:08.660+03:00

Remember TKG, well, Funky Cool M. just reminded me of the hordes of TKM's (Term coined by NanoNano) at school. One Particular TKM loves Burberry. He wears a burberry cap, he wears burberry pants, he has a burberry folder, he has burberry sunglasses. I know, that's all normal... Until he shaded his car windows with the Burberry Design! Seriously He Did. His Bluetooth nickname is .. Yeah You

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1097385780135619332004-10-10T08:14:00.000+03:002004-10-10T08:23:00.136+03:00

How much of Life depends on Pure Luck/Chance vs. Hard Work/Planning ? Something Totally Unrelated: Yesterday on my way to school I saw an itsy bitsy beige spider clinging onto my wiper. I was half-tempted (Evil PSS) to turn the wipers on so that I can wish him Bon Voyage, but then I came to my senses (Good PSS) and just curiously watched Mini-Spidey as he jumped about from my wiper unto my

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1097247943578777342004-10-08T17:36:00.000+03:002004-10-08T18:05:43.580+03:00

I must admit, that I never really knew that girls like this existed in Kuwait, I thought they were all a figment of some Kuwaiti Male's Sadistic Imagination. But Yes The Do Exist, and Oh... My... God... ! The Story: Wednesday Morning and PSS is Chillin' at University. I walks in saying Hi to everyone in my path. The day is beautiful and I'm feelin' Good. I met a classmate; we shall call her

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1096955995920909932004-10-05T08:34:00.000+03:002004-10-05T08:59:55.920+03:00

I got a New Laptop courtesy of Mothers Inc. :) Thanks Mom ! Watched a movie last night with H. The Kite, a confusing Arabic movie about a Druz community torn in two because of the Israeli occupation, and how they marry into each other over a megaphone. Sounded good, but it wasn't. *sigh* Simplicity is key for those kind of movies, nothing too complicated. It was trying to be like an Iranian

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1096784808564589432004-10-03T09:18:00.000+03:002004-10-03T09:26:48.563+03:00

Guess What ? Oooh Heaven is a Place on Earth. Some religions actually do believe that this is it. A branch of Islam even goes to suggest that the Mehdi is here and he is leading his people and that Heaven is Earth. Go Forth and Enjoy the Reaps of your Rewards. Just a thought floating around in my head. Please correct me if I am wrong. What was the First Thought that went through your Head this

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1096644014077484132004-10-01T18:05:00.000+03:002004-10-01T18:20:14.076+03:00

Memo to Myself Projects for 2004-2005:- 1. Finish Two Semesters @ University. 2. Start an annual Celebrities Reading Festival for Children. 3. Look into the Child Abuse Centre Idea. 4. Lose Weight. 5. Organise Home. Not Necessarily in that Order.

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1096573228829170702004-09-30T22:24:00.000+03:002004-09-30T22:40:28.830+03:00

I've been hearing that phrase a lot lately, from bloggers and from non-bloggers, and it has begun to really piss me off. What does it mean exactly ? El Denya Ma Teswa ? That it's not worth getting angry or frustrated or torn apart because life is not worth being angry or upset or frustrated or torn apart over ?! I think Not. Life is Worth Living, Life is Worth It Dammit! It's Worth being sad

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1096492688165754212004-09-30T01:04:00.000+03:002004-09-30T00:18:08.166+03:00

Hello, Yes, I have officially gone cuckoo. I walk around talking to myself. Example: PSS walked out of the Bedroom when H. says "19 what ?" I said "19 What What ?" H. says You said "19" **hmmm** "Oh Yeah, I was thinking of the song 19, 19, 1985 ? " I reply. Another Example: PSS and H. just arrived from TSC with some groceries. As I went to help carry the bags I was saying "Marhaba Bets.." (

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1096174360289630912004-09-26T07:51:00.000+03:002004-09-27T06:58:40.143+03:00

Why is it so hard to develop Good Habits but Oh-So-Easy to pick up Bad Ones ? *sigh*

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1096054606805715742004-09-24T22:32:00.000+03:002004-09-24T22:44:31.056+03:00

Thursdays we congregate at Grandma’s and this particular Thursday was no exception. We were all sitting down silently enjoying our tea after having a superdelicious lunch when my Aunt suddenly blurted out. “PSS, What’s a J-Dot?” PSS: Laughs Hysterically. Aunt: Sheno Shfeech ? Sheno J-Dot ? PSS: Laughing uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Strict Uncle is staring at Aunt and his Wife is giving her some

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1096054302604601882004-09-24T22:26:00.000+03:002004-09-24T22:37:00.410+03:00

After reading many many blogs and resisting the daily, nay the hourly temptation of blogging, I’ve realized that I just have to go back to blogging. Even if I have to do it in between breaks at school (yekh). The Mad Man’s (excuse me, Mad 'M's) Blog about Grandfathers caught my eye. It seems that the most popular wish was to tell them to stop at wife number 1, and to hold on to their land.

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1095788991803010782004-09-21T20:47:00.000+03:002004-09-21T20:49:51.803+03:00

I need a break... In a few...

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1095710248976448672004-09-20T22:51:00.000+03:002004-10-01T10:59:11.533+03:00

Oh and Another thing, I've disabled Commenting on any New Posts. I don't know why, but it just feels right at the moment. Thank you again for visiting my Blog, I really do appreciate it. Really, I Do! And Now, I Shall Love You & Leave You!

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1095709725825582742004-09-20T22:39:00.000+03:002004-09-20T22:48:45.826+03:00

Achievement of the Day: I just said "NO" to a bar of snickers at school. It looked at me, I looked at it. The Temptation was there. The Chemistry was Right. But I Can And Will Control MYSELF! Note:- When you are hungry and yearning to eat something that means that you are losing weight. Not Hungry, Losing Weight, Not Hungry, Losing Weight, Not Hungry, Losing Weight. PSS the Loser :

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1095709017089480752004-09-20T22:19:00.000+03:002004-09-20T22:36:57.090+03:00

I WANT TO FLYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok. About every month I get the urge to travel somewhere, it's not like my traveling disease is indulged in any way because basically there is no longer room for spontaneity in my life, but still, I like to imagine where I would go and what I would do there. Like Right Now, I really really really want to go to Paris. *sigh* I want to go to

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1095615772808890682004-09-19T20:28:00.000+03:002004-09-19T20:42:52.810+03:00

That's what I woke up to this morning (at 6:06am)...*hmm*... Very pleasant I must say. And now that I have grabbed your attention *wink* I shall inform you on my mini-absence. Friday: Spent the whole day cooking dinner for my family. Menu consisted of Portobello Mushroom & Leek Rissotto, Basil Pesto Angel Hair Pasta, Chicken Dumplings in a Roasted Red Pepper Sauce with an accompaniment of White

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1095360806598007012004-09-16T21:43:00.000+03:002004-09-16T21:53:26.600+03:00

Ever experienced when your Mind says Go and your Body says No ? Go Mind Go, Disco Inferno! Go Body Go! No... No... No... Nooooooooo... Tonight's Insights:- I used to suffer from Compulsive Obsessive Behaviour. I just had to touch the third book from the left on the second shelf of our library twice before going into my room because if I didn't it would alter my reality and then I would die

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1095217697561602652004-09-15T06:06:00.000+03:002004-09-15T06:08:17.560+03:00

Slept at 9pm and woke up at 5am. *Stretch* Bonjour Dahlings, Have a Great Day! Big Stretchy Smiley PSS :)

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1095063767989554902004-09-13T11:18:00.000+03:002004-09-14T09:39:04.536+03:00

Last night we had dinner at a friend of ours that possesses exceptional culinary skills. I shall call her The Hurricane that is C. I refer to her as a Hurricane because she's as draining Emotionally and Mentally as Ivan the Terrible. You go in, She grabs your attention by screaming and then hugging you tightly. She then admires your outfit, and then you have to reciprocate as to how chic she's

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1095063478850311002004-09-13T10:56:00.000+03:002004-09-13T11:17:58.850+03:00

Apparently quite a few doctors have been playing a one-sided game of Touchy Feely here in Kuwait. I've had conversations with several 20-something girls that have been put in an awkward situation with a Doctor, YES, I said DOCTOR. One Girl it seems was touched improperly on two separate occasions, and when I asked her why she didn't say anything, she replied.."He's a Doctor PSS, how did I know

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094929672138378442004-09-11T21:42:00.000+03:002004-09-11T22:07:52.136+03:00

I am not much of a Music Fan but in keeping with the current trend of Karaoke on my web log, I shall reveal to you... "PSS' Music Taste Throughout The Years" or something to that effect. As a pre-teen I listened to 70's music. Don't ask me why, but I discovered 70's music in the late 80's and I loved it. I suppose I always had an eye for vintage before it was way cool. *sigh* In my teenage

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094927545851872312004-09-11T20:56:00.000+03:002004-09-11T21:32:25.850+03:00

It seems that every other week I discover a new white hair lurking about on my head. It is very upsetting at times, because they seem to pop out in the most inconvenient places, such as right in the middle of my parting. Currently, they aren't very obvious, all jumbled up with my tres chic highlights (I know I know, highlights are passe, but hey, I create my own style Baby!) But I am thinking in

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094758561774782022004-09-09T22:29:00.000+03:002004-09-10T23:09:29.840+03:00

I absolutely cannot stand people who do NOT look at me when I am talking to them. When I talk, you look at me, I want to see your Eyes.. Your Eyes are Supposed to be Looking at Me, not everywhere else, The Air surrounding me, The Little Bug crawling across my Teeth! Look At ME!!!! I am PSS, Hear me Roaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!! Closing Line: What's your Pet Peeve ? Vent People, It's

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094673103646710862004-09-08T22:29:00.000+03:002004-09-08T22:51:43.646+03:00

Just had dinner with a very good friend of mine, actually she's probably the closest thing I have to a "Best Friend", although I don't really believe in "Best Friends" because that is so biased and all my Friends are the Best! Woah, that was one long sentence. While we were munching on our Fruits and talking about old times when we used to talk about everything and anything for extended periods

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094579470295871402004-09-07T20:41:00.000+03:002004-09-07T21:06:30.046+03:00

I am feeling better, thank you everyone for your concern and sympathetic remarks. Yes, even you "SheWhoShallNotBeNamed", even though your remarks were more spiteful and uncaring. 7a66ah doooobha dooooby! Shelsalfah ?! I have been informed by my University that school starts on the 19th which has made me a very happy shoe lady *SMILE* Furthermore, if you have read my previous post then you would

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094578838767986922004-09-07T20:29:00.000+03:002004-09-07T21:05:30.023+03:00

I discovered why my energy levels are low, due to lack of sleep. As a result I have been binging on chocolate. This Sugar High and then Sugar Crash has not helped my health a great deal, so I have put into action a "New Plan for a Better Me". 1. One piece of Chocolate a day. (NO More desserts.. it's very very hard.. *sniff* *sniff*) 2. Sleep Early, and No Blogging after 10pm (No matter how

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094497031259882602004-09-06T21:33:00.000+03:002004-09-06T21:57:11.260+03:00

This Highly Contagious State of Singing has probably been brought on by the presence of a few songs on my blog. I am now totally infatuated with the idea of having a Karaoke Party.... Not that I have a particularly attractive voice or any Pop Star Appeal.. BUT! I Wanna Sing Sing Sing my Heart Out! I am currently practicing while driving my car so that I can be the Ultimate Winner when that Big

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094449044457216662004-09-06T08:36:00.000+03:002004-09-06T08:37:24.456+03:00

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days And it may be a trick of the firelight But the flickering pages that trouble my sight Is a book I'm afraid to write It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife And it's all there to see as the section reveals There's some sorrow in every life If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze Then I

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094322063339031232004-09-04T21:09:00.000+03:002004-09-04T21:21:03.340+03:00

Back to school... and Back to Routine... At the risk of sounding like a regular Kuwaiti Brat (if my former shoes haven't convinced you of that already!), I really do not know why I am studying. What's the point? I do not feel that I am learning anything new from University and I certainly do not see myself applying anything that I "learnt" at school in my near (or far) future. It gets me really

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094158149116360102004-09-02T23:15:00.000+03:002004-09-02T23:49:09.116+03:00

I just came back from "Soog il Blockat" where they sell any kind of material imaginable. I love going there, it's an extremely unique experience than anywhere else I've been in the world. Basically, your imagination goes wild, because you can buy anything and everything for a fraction of what it would normally cost for you to buy it in a shop and then design according to your own mind's fancy! I

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094111655526464472004-09-02T10:51:00.000+03:002004-09-02T10:54:15.526+03:00

"I'm Bad!, you know it!" That was the first thing I heard on the radio (99.7 RKFM) yesterday Morning. Maybe Michael Jackson should be singing that song while moonwalking into Court ? Imagine.

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094087851056146222004-09-02T04:15:00.000+03:002004-09-02T04:17:31.056+03:00

Does anyone know if Creativity has a Shelf-Life ? If it does ? Then what is it ? If it doesn't, why ?

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1094068429258539482004-09-01T22:42:00.000+03:002004-09-01T22:53:49.256+03:00

Beware the Man Robber. She stealthily creeps up to an un-knowing innocent naive young Sister and sneakily befriends her. Then, without the Sister feeling anything out of the ordinary, The Man Robber or Boy Thief will Nab Her Brother right before her eyes... ** HOODWINKED** Chick-BOOM! Before the Sister realizes it, the Boy Thief (or Man Robber) is Married to none other than the Brother and his

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093979972987692082004-08-31T21:48:00.000+03:002004-08-31T22:19:32.986+03:00

An Excerpt of a Conversation I had with a Friend: PSS receives urgent SMS, it reads:- "PSS, I really miss F." PSS *sighs* and calls GirlFriend:- "Hello?" GF: "Hi... I don't know what's wrong with me..." PSS: "Nothing is wrong with you, shfeech?" GF: "PSS, I miss him, really I miss him..." PSS: "How many times have you seen him during your .. umm.. what do you call it again.. 'realtionship'? "

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093975170554440812004-08-31T20:55:00.000+03:002004-08-31T20:59:30.553+03:00

I know everyone loved looking at my shoes, but alas there will be no more. The Cobbler has left the Building Everyone!

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093893090491134642004-08-30T22:01:00.000+03:002004-08-31T20:49:40.206+03:00

God Bless the Moon and God Bless Me. And now for a little bit extra... Him: "What are you eating?" Me: "Crepe." Him: "Creb?" Me: "No, Crepe." Him: "Creb ? Why are you eating Creb for Breakfast?" Me: "It's Crepe not Creb!" Him (bewildered look) : "But.. But .. Crebs don't look like that. Crebs live in the ocean!"

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093801891824262492004-08-29T20:42:00.000+03:002004-08-29T20:51:31.823+03:00

A Few Days ago, there was an outbreak of huge craters of Dandruff erupting on my scalp. I shampooed obsessively and aggressively, lathering on the soap, only to discover that the dandruff was going strong and actually on the rise! Multiplying and Becoming rather Preponderant. Day Before Last, I realized that I've been "shampooing" in Shower Gel. Suffice to say, that the Outbreak of Killer

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093721533097360802004-08-28T21:29:00.000+03:002004-08-31T20:51:06.156+03:00

ob·se·quy, n. pl. ob·se·quies:- A funeral rite or ceremony. Often used in the plural. So Today I shall inform you on what to expect when Paying your Condolences in Kuwait (if you are a girl of course, because being a girl myself, that is all I know). There are several kinds of "'Azza's". We shall concern ourselves with the main two that I am familiar with. The Bedouin 3azza:- Everybody wear a

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093507326024727442004-08-26T11:02:00.000+03:002004-08-31T20:53:03.300+03:00

Yesterday we went to the Scientific Centre (yes, Again, we go there almost regularly every 2 weeks, it does get tiresome..) and just before entering I glimpsed a guy in a white Dishdasha and Black Besht... Surreal... Usually guys in Beshts don't enter through the common peasants' entrance, they go through the Official Big Important People Entrance with lots of Pomp and Circumstance. I was

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093405519273589462004-08-25T06:28:00.000+03:002004-08-25T06:45:19.273+03:00

This is too rich to comment on. But I Will! I found it a couple of days ago and was thinking that it would be highly popular in Kuwait since; (a) we have a propensity to throw money on our mobile phones and SMSing, (b) and also because guys' only communication with their respective girlfriends is through their mobile phone anyway! Have a Good One People!

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093272909437262342004-08-23T17:17:00.000+03:002004-08-23T17:55:09.436+03:00

I've always tried my utmost to make this a Non-Political Haven. Not because I do not have political tendencies but because I'd rather not just talk the talk and not walk the walk as well. I do not like talking and complaining without actually endeavoring to change things. That is one reason but another more viable reason is that there are Better Blogs that deal with Kuwaiti Politics that I

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093198620991842612004-08-22T21:15:00.000+03:002004-08-22T21:17:00.990+03:00

Excuse me while I have a Mini Meltdown. Stay Tuned for Further Breakdowns and Lapses in Sanity. Back to Normal in a Few!

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093163594144395602004-08-22T11:30:00.000+03:002004-08-22T11:33:14.143+03:00

Thank You for giving me your opinions on the New Look. I shall leave it on for a bit and see what further reactions are like. For Now, this will be The New Home of Pink Thinks until I can think of a better Look, be it the old one or new :) Merci "Cherries"!

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093117098961670242004-08-21T22:35:00.000+03:002004-08-21T22:52:01.910+03:00

Don't ask me why, but I think I got sick of staring at a pink screen. Don't get me wrong I still Love Pink Shoes, I just feel I needed to change. And Remember, Change is your Friend Not Your Enemy. Make Love Not War. Peace!

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1093021258933694802004-08-20T19:51:00.000+03:002004-08-20T20:47:30.286+03:00

Since it is Shrimp Season in Kuwait, I have decided to post a Recipe that I've created all by myself. Yes, I can actually cook (although not all that well, but I manage). Also because I am currently eating out of a box, cooking helps me take my mind off of certain things. ( i.e. I am on a diet.) Most people think Shrimp. Yikes! We can't cook that but in fact it's actually very simple. This is

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092942676339537742004-08-19T21:46:00.000+03:002004-08-19T22:11:16.340+03:00

Driving back home from the chalet we passed the oil refineries in Mina Abdullah. At night, the plant goes dark and only the lights shine bright. It might be just me, but it always reminds me of New York City.

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092941008248430682004-08-19T21:16:00.000+03:002004-08-19T21:43:28.246+03:00

One of my fondest memories is hanging out at Grandma's House (or Chalet) and chilling with her cool friends. One of her friends was Um Johnny (mother of Johnny). She was a chubby Iraqi lady with a round ruddy face. She had red cheeks, red hair and a raspy voice with a loud laugh. I remember once she was visiting us in the chalet when she slipped and bumped her head on the bathroom tub. (Yes you

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092863646505372242004-08-18T23:58:00.000+03:002004-08-19T00:14:06.506+03:00

This Morning had been quite pleasant in Kuwait when suddenly the wind began to pick up and the Dust to blow. Well, It is now officially a mild sandstorm. Yes, Mild, because I remember when I was younger we'd leave school to a Yellow and Orange World and you would barely see your transport parked in front of you. So yes, today was a mild sandstorm, Thank God! That does not mean to say that my

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092767589563562482004-08-17T21:19:00.000+03:002004-08-17T21:33:09.563+03:00

There are three things I feel I need to share. I do actually own a pair of Pink Suede Shoes that I love and cherish dearly. A chick on eBay offered to buy them from me for "whatever it takes" but I refused. In my eyes, they are priceless. (too many memories and gorgeous, and I mean absolutely gorgeous colour!)I am afraid of the dark. I figure that the lights will go off eventually so why do that

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092751643403319712004-08-17T16:56:00.000+03:002004-08-17T17:07:23.403+03:00

Kuwaities do not know how to drive. I hate them! I hate them! I hate them! (now that I got that out of my way...) I consider myself an exceptional driver in the sense that I always signal before turning and put my flashers on when I am going to suddenly break because the idiot in front of me thought it a cool spot to stop. However, being an exceptional driver in Kuwait doesn't really matter at

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092600526078241272004-08-15T22:35:00.000+03:002004-08-16T11:15:26.173+03:00

I love'm I love'm I love'm! I can't have enough of them... hmm..mm..mm... Yummy Yummy Dates... It surely doesn't help that it's Date Season in Kuwait. Hold on a sec, just to clarify I am talking about Dates as in the fruit not dates as in a guy and girl going out. According to our Islamic Scholars the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) used to break his fast with three dates... Well, ahem.. PSS breaks hers

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092496493019381772004-08-14T18:01:00.000+03:002004-08-14T22:07:24.423+03:00

She dove into the water's warm caress. It had been heated by the Sun all these Summer Days, and it reminded her of a nice soothing bath. She swam further away from everyone else, because that's what she liked to do. A cold current passed underneath her and tickled her feet. She wore her goggles and dove underneath to look at the coral. It was sad that most of it was dead. She surfaced to watch an

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092495642500614862004-08-14T17:15:00.000+03:002004-08-14T18:00:42.500+03:00

Despite yesterday being Friday the 13th, we had an extremely good time and everything was almost perfect. It went something like this... "We were going to Kubbar for swimming and fishing and I couldn't wait. I used to love fishing with my Dad. We would get into his little aluminum boat and put-put some way away from shore and drop our lines. I was 13 at the time and caught a little baby shark (

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092339313461918082004-08-12T22:13:00.000+03:002004-08-12T23:04:11.473+03:00

A comment posted by an Anonymous user under my "The Good Hair Day (Version 2)" was highly astute and correct. I am going through some kind of writer's block (although I don't consider myself a writer). However, I have taken it upon myself to continue writing and looking for different ways to alleviate my sudden dip. The "She" posts (and I am explaining myself why exactly?) help me to look at

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092256434604452972004-08-11T23:21:00.000+03:002004-08-11T23:33:54.603+03:00

It was a clear day today, I knew it was a clear day because I could see the Power Plant across the water all the way on the other side of Joan Al-Kuwait. I could even see the little puffs of white smoke emitted by the great big red and white cylinders. The Plant was in Al-Sab'biyah. I looked a little bit to my right and saw a faint line in the horizon, that was Failika Island. I live close to

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092171184008225142004-08-10T23:39:00.000+03:002004-08-10T23:53:04.010+03:00

She was having A Good Hair Day, or so she thought. She was invited to dinner and was a little apprehensive. What should she wear? Should she go swimming? Or would that ruin her hair? Was it going to be boring? *shock* Is her hair Frizzing?!?! She rushes to the bathroom mirror and starts smoothing her hair down with the palms of her hands. "Hmm... Maybe I should wear blue.." she thinks to herself

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092170335836592572004-08-10T23:16:00.000+03:002004-08-11T00:06:20.846+03:00

They welcomed her into their home and she smiled her wide, open smile. She was happy because she liked being around Family and Friends. They are always there to lift you up, up, and away! (Or put you down, down, and even more Down! Depending of course on which family.) "Did you cut your hair?", "You just blow-dried it, didn't you?", "I love your jacket!" they all exclaimed. She grinned, and

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092082650207311742004-08-09T23:12:00.000+03:002004-08-09T23:17:30.206+03:00

She opened the door and looked inside. The lights were all off except for the entrance, it seemed like everyone was asleep. She slid quietly through and went to her room trying not to make that slap-slapping noise that she does with her slippers. She changed and curled up in bed with her book. She looked at her bookmark; it was a cartoon of a black cat with white pearls around its neck. The book

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1092042018221097102004-08-09T11:55:00.000+03:002004-08-09T12:00:18.220+03:00

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/3544076.stm no comment... or rather strong comment: "I personally think it's grossly heinous."

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1091989264321023282004-08-08T21:21:00.000+03:002004-08-08T21:26:14.573+03:00

Laa Laa the Baby Francois Langur Monkey. Go see him @ London Zoo, and If you're a Redhead, then you get in Free!

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1091974862752912762004-08-08T17:08:00.000+03:002004-08-08T17:21:02.753+03:00

She likes to eat chocolates and shop. She shops and eats chocolates. My Sister is all shopped out and at the moment eats way too many Chocolates. My sister asked me to write a post about her, but all I can tell you is that she likes to shop and eat a lot of chocolates. My Sister is Chocolates. I Love You Sister of Mine. I have another Sister. She's a little bit strange. She listens to the "Daddy

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1091856791028449922004-08-07T08:19:00.000+03:002004-08-07T08:33:11.026+03:00

Nightmares are a staple in my dream fare. I don't like getting nightmares but what to do, c'est la vie, non? Sometimes my dreams are triggered by something someone said the night before, sometimes they stem from my childhood , oftentimes they come about from my fears (in other words my subconscious). Last Night, I think I just had one too many makis. I am enjoying my summer in Kuwait, the weather

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1091796768876467462004-08-06T15:34:00.000+03:002004-08-06T15:52:48.876+03:00

It's Friday morning in Kuwait, which is the equivalent to a Sunday Morning everywhere else in the World. I woke up late, which is what one usually does on a Friday Morning in Kuwait, (or a Sunday morning everywhere else in the World) to the beautiful aroma of freshly baked banana loaf. Hmm... Yummy, I like the smell of cakes being baked. It's a very welcoming and pleasant smell. It reminds me of

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1091649102019656912004-08-04T22:42:00.000+03:002004-08-04T22:51:42.020+03:00

The Scientific Centre, The epitome of everything scientific and modern in Kuwait. Images of the serene waterside, people indulging in healthy exercise and yummy hot chocolates from Costa. We were having fun at the Discovery Place, when the Boy That Would Not Move reared his big head. We wanted to try out the Air Piston Chair Thingamajig. He Would Not Move. Alas, Sharing and Good Manners do not

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1091627019304313932004-08-04T16:27:00.000+03:002004-08-04T16:57:06.916+03:00

Ikea Superstore Shuwaikh is the location, a broken frame is the culprit and I the unsuspecting consumer that once believed that "Consumer is King" (or Queen for that matter, ahem ahem.) The Situation: Two frames were previously bought on the 3rd of August to house two old maps, circa 1890. The frames were brought home and prepped for the housing and hanging of afore-mentioned maps. The young and

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1091567115310886522004-08-03T23:57:00.000+03:002004-08-04T00:05:15.310+03:00

I do not recommend posting at night. Unfortunately that's the only time I seem to be free, but I don't like the way I think at night. I've noticed that I think strangely and it certainly doesn't help when certain friends of mine flare up philosophical conversations just before bedtime. You should see the dreams I get. So I shall Wake Up refreshed and Raring to Go with a Bright Sunny Post that

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1091482912465692732004-08-03T00:40:00.000+03:002004-08-03T00:41:52.466+03:00

If you had 10 minutes to leave your house and never come back, What would you take with you?

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1091394581095272792004-08-02T00:01:00.000+03:002004-08-02T00:12:03.263+03:00

All around the world first impressions are usually regarded as the most important, yet somehow it doesn't seem a general rule in Kuwait. We have a makeshift temporary airport, that they constantly seem to want to change but never add anything permanent to it(Chinco, Has anyone seen an airport made out of Chinco?!). We have Men walking around Supermarkets in their Sleeping DishDashas and Women who

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1091058395296560222004-07-29T02:19:00.000+03:002004-07-29T02:47:57.183+03:00

I had a very interesting conversation with Mom today. She said that I lacked organizational skills, which is so true. You know, Mothers do know their children best, which is scary because I shudder to think what else Mom knows about me that I don't know that she knows (Wha?) She asked me to set up a timetable so that I can better manage my time, in order to maximize the output and quality of my

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1090968615235675402004-07-28T01:33:00.000+03:002004-07-28T01:50:15.236+03:00

I just wanted to say, thank you for reading my Blog. I am not trying to make it more than it is, but I enjoy writing in it, or on it, whichever preposition you prefer. I just wanted to say, that I enjoy very much reading your comments although, sometimes I do not reply to them. For example, all that speculation as to my love life in London, I found it very humourous. Just for a fact, I never

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1090868099116430032004-07-26T21:48:00.000+03:002004-07-28T01:32:21.143+03:00

Or so they told me... I've been requested to "forget the shopping tips" and inform people as to how I became so "resilient and adaptable". Well, that's a boring and depressing subject, so instead I am going to give you guys a few suggestions on how to Enjoy Life.   I never say "No" to any new experiences, unless that involves the ingestion, misuse, or application of drugs, alcohol, or funny

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1090793617123097352004-07-26T00:53:00.000+03:002004-07-26T01:18:25.036+03:00

I think I am sunburned. I am not sure, because I really am too tired to think but I think.. I think.. I think I am sunburned. How I got this way though is way beyond me as I am currently in the U.K. and I had just spent my day in the English countryside at a game fair. And to add insult to injury, it was raining. I got sunburned in the rain on the English countryside. Just goes to show you the

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1090630002877937222004-07-24T03:02:00.000+03:002004-07-24T03:52:35.156+03:00

It's difficult to say where my home is, that's due to the fact that I will consider anywhere my "home" if I've lived there for more than a month. I am an extremely adaptable person, very pragmatic, and flexible (and no, I do not like to think that that is a sign of a weak character which is easily influenced by anybody and anything). With all that is said, I must say, that Four places on this

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1090460071717530372004-07-22T04:22:00.000+03:002004-07-22T04:45:51.300+03:00

Well, I have finished one book off of my reading list. The Sex Lives of Cannibals is really fun. I was smiling sadly, laughing hysterically and thinking deeply all at the same time, which is truly rare in a book. A book is either funny and light, but never funny and serious at the same time, especially if it is a Travelogue, and if there are such books this is the first one I've encountered.

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1090459047440784642004-07-22T04:01:00.000+03:002004-07-22T04:19:16.506+03:00

I went Whale Watching today!!! It was AB FAB! Initially I was enamoured with the captain. I don't know what it is about captains of boats and ships, but they have that je ne sais quoi. N'est ce pas ? Anyways, I am digressing. While I was contemplating what I'd look like in a Pink Wet Suit and daydreaming of what a wonderful Life it would be to be surrounded by water, when the intercom rudely

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1090376217333390792004-07-21T06:17:00.000+03:002004-07-21T05:21:41.593+03:00

I have this habit of forming lists. This does not necessarily mean that I am organized or methodical in any way, the whole point that I do Need, Can't Survive Without, Absolutely Must Have, Lists, is because I am totally and utterly incompetent when it comes to putting everything in order. I am a Clutter-Freak. I also have an Inexplicable Attachment to Used Paper. Never mind that the phone

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1090317219241025012004-07-20T11:44:00.000+03:002004-07-20T12:53:39.243+03:00

Well, after being accused of being rich (somehow the label is starting to feel like a heavy burden on my shoulders). I have decided to outline a smart shopping guide for all you gals(and guys) out there and it will be in installments(Just like a magazine, Stay Tuned!). It seems to me now in Kuwait we are faced with a population that is in a constant state of retail shopping. They never stop, they

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1089949327729929262004-07-16T07:12:00.000+03:002004-07-16T06:42:07.730+03:00

Hey Everyone,   I've decided that the time has come to publish what I think are the Best of the Best in Kuwait. Please feel free to add your suggestions, favorite places, and anything else for that matter you think is worth being on the Best of the Best list.   Here we go!   We'll start with my favorite Things!   Best Shoe Stores: Comfort Shoes in Zahra Centre, Louis Vuitton, Sergio Rossi

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1089854607425959602004-07-15T04:04:00.000+03:002004-07-15T04:23:27.426+03:00

I like parks. No, I Love Parks. They are these little sanctuaries in the middle of a hectic city, where everything is green and not grey. "The lungs of a city". I love walking in parks (assuming they are big enough) and I love reading in Parks, because every once in a while, you get to look up and see what other people are doing and then go back to losing yourself in your literature. I love

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1089771358672794942004-07-14T05:11:00.000+03:002004-07-14T05:19:06.906+03:00

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/3890115.stm I saw this on the BBC website and thought it was cute. Just goes to show you that Kuwaitis are everywhere in the world But Home! Currently in Kuwait the temperatures are soaring, around 48c. I'm sure Faisal had a Very Cool Day! Send a few Snowballs Home Faisal!

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1089602795263398142004-07-12T06:03:00.000+03:002004-07-12T06:26:35.263+03:00

Whatever happened to Aging Gracefully?! It seems the concept has changed from accepting age and its defining wrinkles to fighting the aging process with all your might, armed with botox injections, fillers, and mini facelifts... It seems like a lot of people are looking for the Fountain of Youth. Now what Kind of Fountain are you after? Well that depends on what Kind of Person you are. For

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1089469061953120772004-07-10T16:55:00.000+03:002004-07-10T17:17:41.953+03:00

If you won $117m what would you do?

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1089180785315044542004-07-07T09:11:00.000+03:002004-07-07T09:13:05.316+03:00

Just went to see The Stepford Wives. Reminded me so much of the Kuwaiti La Dee Daa Society... Freaky.

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1089041334076036782004-07-05T17:39:00.000+03:002004-07-05T21:59:25.383+03:00

Where oh Where should I do My Hair?! Such a big dilemma.. I am in a constant flux between two extremes. I either wear my hair long, or short. I cannot stand this in-between length that screams "My hair is growing out and I don't know what to do with It!" And now that my hair has finally grown and looks decent, I need to get my highlights re-done! Oh, the torture of being a lady. Now, the thing

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1088925215776835092004-07-04T09:59:00.000+03:002004-07-07T09:11:12.466+03:00

Now that my readership has expanded threefold (ahem ahem, from one reader I now have Three! Yippeee!) I feel an obligation to post on a more regular basis. Yeah Yeah, I know, I am not doing that very well, but that's just me, I work in spurts of energy rather than in a continuous flow. I was never good in writing a journal. I think that stems from a fear of someone delving into my brain and

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1088646273913951652004-07-01T04:18:00.000+03:002004-07-01T13:55:04.266+03:00

Walking through the sohpisticated halls of the Mfa, I came across a most unusual piece of art. The piece was completely made out of garbage. Yes, you might be thinking "Been there! Seen that!" But I assure you, You ain't seen nothing like this baby. This piece was most unusual in the sense that when a light was shined on it, its shadow was that of two contemplative figures sitting on a bench. It

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1088428103352586882004-06-28T15:48:00.000+03:002004-06-28T16:21:38.863+03:00

After a few days without internet, I am back Online. It feels a bit surreal or should I say really "real" whenever I go without internet for more than a day. You feel kind of disconnected from the rest of the world, like something is missing, yet you are totally in touch with your own life and immediate surroundings, n'est ce pas ? Anyhoo cherry-oo, This post is about chocolate, and I love

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341466.post-1087713517703964712004-06-20T09:26:00.000+03:002004-06-20T09:38:37.703+03:00

There once used to be a time in Kuwait when there was an annual migration in the summer to cooler climes. Droves of Kuwaitis would pack their bags and fly off to Europe. However, nowadays, this phenomena is less apparent. It seems that people are more willing to suffer God's heat rather than the heat of some insufferable immigration officer. It seems as well that what with people getting their

PinkSuedeShoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324695855234014267noreply@blogger.com2