Arab Men & Tyson Beckford

Last night I sat watching Australia’s next top model…

 

Oh look I’ll admit it… last night I sat watching Tyson Beckford…

 

 

Tyson Beckford

Tyson Beckford

 

I’m normally find that whole middle eastern, Italian, Greek look very attractive – everyone has their patterns and this is mine! A little stubble (giving that rugged look) and I am internally purring like a satisfied kitten by the fireplace.

 

But HERE is the clincher:

What I am about to say will totally either make you laugh or go “what the??” but to me the ultimate hotness – what makes me drool (internally only of course), makes my heart skip a beat, makes me really hot under the collar is a man wearing the (Arabic) Thobe (UAE or Saudi Style please), the Ghutra (A square scarf, made of cotton or silk blend, folded in a triangle in either checked red/white or plain white) and the Igal (A thick, double, black cord that is worn on the top of the Ghutra to hold it in place). Hmmm… just thinking about it is making my heart beat quicken…

Prince Hamdan *drool*

Prince Hamdan *drool*

 

 

 

I chose Prince Hamdan over Tyson Beckford ANY DAY!

 

Prince Hamdan of Dubai

Prince Hamdan of Dubai

 

 

 

In fact if need be instead, I’m also more than happy to have Yasser Al Qahtani (Saudi Arabian footballer player who currently plays and *ahem* is Captain for Al-Hilal team; he played in the 2006 FIFA World Cup)

 

Yasser Al Qahatni

Yasser Al Qahatni

 

 

 

*Sigh* be still my beating heart…

August 29, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Guilty Pleasures, Manologues, Uncategorized. 6 comments.

Relationships & time: when will he propose?

The other day I read this blog post about she’d been with her boyfriend/partner for the last 8 years and that he had not proposed yet;

Will He Ever Propose to Me???

 

Well, after reading this; along with a few other ‘situations’ that have occurred in the last few days it got me to thinking about this notion of the appropriate time regarding marriage/engagement (or at the very least the discussion of either engagement/marriage) in a relationship. I have theorised that have been formulated through discussions with friends in said relationships, discussions with friends who had been in these relationships, my guy friends and (of course) Susi. These theories has been further fortified through my psychology degree and the texts I had to read, some little tid-bits I gather from the specific people I am exposed to through my employment and again through my philosophical ramblings discussions with Susi about this issue.

 

I think that a person (whether woman or not – but lets say woman because I’m one!) needs to make their expectations abundantly clear! Both to the other person and yourself! Set yourself a line – we do this with ‘basic’ things like; if he were to cheat or hit you you’re outta there. Through texts (both from uni and pop-psychology) and uni lectures about human relationships I have found an average of 2 years to be the magic number! By this number or a little before that the two of you should be on the same page as to what you want your future to be and where this (the relationship) is headed. Personally, if I was with someone for more than 2 years and there was no discussion of marriage with not only intent but general timeframe I’d be outta there! I know this may sound terrible but here’s the deal; if you bought stocks or shares and dividends you’d expect to not necessarily make short-term gains but that in the long-term you’d expect your investments to have matured and made it worth the investment. Otherwise any sane financial adviser would be telling you to sell and invest in another sector. Why do some people not take approach? I mean seriously – would you build a house on property you don’t own? Would you go to a bank for a home loan and after they approved it (the loan) they said that after 20 years of you paying off that loan you may or may not actually ever own the home… the decision is at their discretion! Betcha any money you’d think this bank has lost the plot and ain’t no waaayy you getting a loan from them! 

 

“Because I llloooovvveee him”

Oh bollocks! If you love him you’d want to spend you’re life with him! Oh that’s right – you do…. Well then; if he loves you wouldn’t he WANT to marry you? I’m going to look to myself hee as an example; Mr A talks incessantly about one day ‘getting me down the aisle’, telling me that he can imagine having babies with me and doing the mundane activities like being curled up watching TV and making dinner together. Mr M? Well, bloody good luck with that – his attitude was all “I’m still doing my masters so I haven’t thought about marriage yet” and “marriage is a really big step…” no way? You think? Here I was thinking that marriage was but a walk to the Seven-Eleven!

 

I remember hearing some famous relationship counsellor say that when a man says “I haven’t thought about getting married” there are two words on the end of that sentence that he hasn’t said: “I haven’t thought about getting married… to you”

 

This girl (the post) has done what I think is a boo-boo that may not be able to (obviously my opionion; but then again its my blog!) be “fixed”

 ”I’ve been with my boyfriend for almost 8 years and he still hasn’t proposed. He’s told me I’m the one he wants to marry.  For the majority of the relationship (let’s say 5 years) I didn’t want to get married. I was too young (early 20’s)…but now I’m older (almost 30) I want that commitment…”

Her question is: should she keep waiting?

The answer given by this advisor was: “You have taught your boyfriend for eight straight years your version of what love and commitment is all about; fear of commitment… You are about to learn how breaking him of the lesson you have apparently expressed well will be undoubtedly very tough…. over the last few years you have taught him how comfortable your relationship has been in its present state”

 

Well… Me thinks that this chicky is in a spot of bother!

 

I have this friend who has gone through relationship ups and down more than any extreme rollercoaster you’ll find! One day she was talking to this one guy who she had become friends with dating each other didn’t work out so friendship was the consolation prize! and they were discussing her “potentiality” as partner. He then went onto say something a long the lines of “…Arabian princess; she’s the girl you take home to mum and dad. She’s the ‘marrying’ kind”.

 

This posed 2 questions:

1. What actually identifies a person to being ‘marrying kind’

2. What was he saying about her?

 

So here it is; a few of my quick theories that I truly believe in!

v     Have the right bait for the fish you are catching – my mum has assured me that I won’t meet a good Muslim Arab boy in a night-club (although that said I have LOTS of friends that are reformed from their night-club days)

 

v     Remember the saying: if it walks like a duck, talks like a duck & acts like a duck it’s a bloody duck! This means: if you dress like a hoochie men will think you are a hoochie and will not care that you may only be one of 9 specialist aortic surgeons in the world… all he has seen is boob. Its like that scene in Austen Powers III (Goldmember) where Austen can only focus on that man’s mole… the guy is staring at your boobs and thinking “boobies, boobies, boobies… must look away from boobs” at which point the only other things available to him are your backless top, you’re too short skirt and the knee high boots (have a; meaning 1 focal point!) Which brings me to another point:

 

v     Yes, you can show too much skin! Let’s use this example: do you want the sushi that’s been sitting on the table all day, un-refrigerated and possibly touched by anyone and everyone? Or the newly made ones sitting fresh on the conveyer belt with that little lid on it? If you need another example lets remember why, at the end of the day that package of (once fresh) sushi is suddenly ‘buy 1, get 1 free’

 

v     Going ‘dutch’ is the biggest load of shit! If you like a guy or he likes you and it’s a date you do NOT pay for your half. I have never ever paid for lunch, coffee, cake & coffee etc with a guy where I knew that the intention was to discover if there was anything more than friendship. That said if I went to lunch with a male friend/colleague then I will definitely pay for my share otr shout him lunch (because the next time we go out for lunch he’s paying?). Another one of my friends totally agrees with this notion and cannot believe that some people offer to pay! What is wrong with these people? It’s different if you’ve known each other for years, are married (obviously), living together and therefore share expenses. Look, a man is a man is a man!

 

v     My mum is definitely right about the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach! I have known Mr A for a few years, over the years there have been many exchanges of gifts (what can I say, we’re both quite generous). Of all the gifts which have included a watch, food that I have made, pieces of cake and shirts the most memorable gift that he goes on and on about was the day I dropped of half a dozen large iced cupcakes on my way to university. I had made them that morning and iced them before I left for uni; they looked so good; iced and decorated sitting in mum’s Tupperware container. He was a little perplexed that I was bringing over pink, lilac, chocolate and pastel yellow cupcakes and looked more than a little feminine but he later admitted that he was totally gob smacked that someone besides his mother would think to do something so sweet and kind!

 

v     This is a really common saying I know – but it needs to be said: people are not gonna buy the cow if they get the milk for free! Now before you throw your arms in the air and tell me I’m being old fashioned let me please explain: if you’re in a defacto relationship (ouch – I just realized that defacto has another word in it – defect!) for the last 8-ish years and now you want him to marry you it is not going to happen easily! He has the cow, the milk, the entire farm that the two of you built and now you want a ring too? That’s not to say that there are exceptions to every rule but in his mind if ain’t broke – it don’t need no fixing!

 

v     Paint your invisible line in the sand…. And stick to it! What are you willing to deal with? What is the last straw? Remember that line – write it down… stop rubbing out and re-lining! How long are you willing to stay in limbo???? Are you content with this limbo?

 

If all else fails and you’re sitting there feeling lonesome just remember… every pot (seriously… every pot!) has its lid!

 

Oh – and for those that are plodding along happily without any clarity, no need for destination, happy and content in their current relationship/situation I commend you… you are much, much braver than I!

 

To each their own!

August 28, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . I Really Don't Understand, Manologues, Uncategorized. 5 comments.

Hmm…. (*Drool*) frosting…. hhmmm (*double drool*) – cake!

look how yummy it looks!

look how yummy it looks!

 

 

Can I just quickly say –  

God bless the person who created cream cheese frosting!

 

Oh the deliciousness; its delectable consistency atop a moist carrot cake… with shredded coconut, small pieces of pineapple… but the frosting! Oooh the frosting….

 

*Drool*

 

I am sitting here at my cubicle enjoy the wonderment that is cream cheese frosting… seriously; I could sit and watch TV with a bowl of this stuff and would be kept quiet for hours!

 

Yes, inside of me there is a large but happy lady dying to get out!

 

Oh and on another note… 90210 is coming back??????? What the???

August 26, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , . Guilty Pleasures, Its How i Feel, Uncategorized. 2 comments.

Quickie (rant)

I do not understand condescending people. Especially when a person is calling me to ask me to do something for them and that essentially their income will more or less be determined by the speed to which I action their request. How far does this person REALLY think they’ll get by being condescending and rude? Do they really think that it makes me want to click save and sort out the issue quickly? Do they think that calling people in my department ‘useless’ make me want to help him?

 

Instead I returned his bitterness with overt sweetness that would make the sweetest of sweet-tooths reach for their glass of water. I was more sweet and syrupy than freshly soaked baklava…. And then I ended the call with; *in sweet sing-song voice*

“I really hope that I wasn’t too useless for you today”

August 26, 2008. Tags: , , , , . I Really Don't Understand, Rants, Uncategorized. 2 comments.

Because a picture paints a thousand words…

My weekend – nothing momentous really happened I’m afraid L just a few little bits and pieces really…

 

My Saturday days are my “mum day”; this means that for that whole day I do everything she wants and go wherever she wants to go – run all her errands even if i do have to drive from one end of perth for 2 items then all the way to other part of the city because they have ‘the best’ Fuji Apples.  Have lunch somewhere she likes and get whatever she wants…. Saturday is all about getting done whatever she needs or wants to get done – visiting her friends with me seemingly being interested about the best preserved lemons recipe (or the like) and listening to comments about their married children (or how smart their grandchildren are) while my mum looks forlornly at me and my singleness!

 

Is it any wonder that I look at these outings as moments to practice the art of patience; of acting like I’m not offended and smiling and nodding (inside I have definitely gone to my happy place).

 

There was a little “tense” moment on Saturday with mum: mum had asked me to reprint a few photos from our trip to the UAE last year; I added a few to the pile of photo’s that I wanted to have re-printed. In total I think there was about 12-ish prints of which 9 were for mum. I chose to NOT ask her what the photo’s were for; I thought in order to avoid any sort of argument discussion this was the best option. When we got back into the car I noticed my mum ‘dividing’ the photos (putting them into two totally different sections in her handbag) and could not help myself but ask her what she was doing:

Me: mum, what are you doing?

Mum: dividing these photos…

Me: why?

Mum: I don’t want to put photos of you not wearing hijab next to photo of you wearing hijab

Me: are you serious? Why not?

Mum: I don’t want them close together…

Me: you know mum, non-scarf pictures of me are not going to contaminate scarf photos of me… don’t you think you’re becoming a little ‘extreme’?

Mum: now I extreme? You always want to hurt me? Why? Why you not love me? Act like this to me. If you continue be like this I will get out of car now…

 

Please bear in mind people that were at the intersection of a busy highway!

 

Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea – it’s pretty busy out there…

Mum: you not care anyway – better something happen to me… then you can marry Mr A

Me: mum, I love you… I love and accept you for who you are… I just wish that you would love me for who I am rather than what you wish I would be…

 

Silence….. I then made the decision to stay silent for the rest of the drive… and to only speak when spoken to the rest of the day! I must say that this was a fabulous idea! Granted it was a little quiet and slightly tense but on the upside there was no bickering also!

 

Stupid Mr M messaged me a few times over the weekend just to further confuse/frustrate my state of mind! Although I will say that both Susi and I are taking the same approach to our respective Mr M’s (believe me the irony is not lost on either of us!) and that is that of indifference. I agree totally with Isheeta’s comment in that I am probably procrastinating with the confrontation as I have an issue with seeming like a nag and don’t quite know about how to ‘do’ said confrontation over the phone… oh well – apparently I have moved up the ranks with him as he is back to calling me “habibi” and “baby”. I promise Ish: when I see him in October I will be confrontational and that this madness WILL be resolved!

 

My Sunday was quite good – I slept in until 12.15pm! Brilliant! By the time I had finished my morning coffee it was time to pray! I did my washing and convinced mum to go and see her friends without me saying that I could guarantee that I would not be missed! Bliss – I had the whole house to myself until abut 6pm! Fantastic! Oh – to live alone! The moment mum was out I went straight into clean freak mode and cleaned the bathroom, cleaned the laundry, swept and mopped the floor – did some more washing!

August 25, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , , . Family, I Really Don't Understand, Rants. 5 comments.

And the madness continues

Well, here I am… baffled and more confused than I should be! The maddening madness of it all!

 

Lets just say that Susi’s notion of “Push Pull” is about to be demonstrated:

 

I dislike loose strings – I don’t mind them for some period of time but there is a point where I think enough is enough already and lets get this shit sorted!

 

Last night I called Mr M (please, please don’t berate me at this point – there was a purpose to this call… I swear) to finally sort this insanity ”stuff” out; the rationale being that I know that when I head off to see the family this October I shall be inundated by questions that will revolve around; “so – how are things between you and Mr M?” and “you know I heard about you and Mr M – is there gonna be a wedding any time soon?” to “so – what’s going on with you and Mr M?” Really what on earth was I gonna say? Tell them that I actually have no idea and that I am just as much in the unknown as they are? Tell them that his behaviour demsontrates more than a jackass streak in him? Bugger it – lets rip this thing off like a band aid I say! The guy has been unreliable, currently unfeeling, colder than the arctic and (presently) more stubborn than the stubbornnest of camels – although I will give him credit where it is due: there was a point in time where he was all over me like the US army was on top of the Taliban! Now its all here one moment and gone the next! Seriously… to quote one of the Spartans (from the 300 movie) “this is madness!”

 

Can I say that prior to calling I set up some ground-work so that I would have evidence to substantiate my claim(s) – (again) credit where it’s due Mr M is rather intelligent and knows just how to twist things so he comes up smelling sweeter than rosewater! So for about a week prior to calling I was sending messages that required a response – from the casual “hey, how you doing – what are you up to?” to “hey, how are things at work these days?” and “did you guys do anything special for your brothers birthday over the weekend?” and the final message sent 2 days ago… “hey – are you even ALIVE?” I know that in some ways this may make me appear pushy but by this point all reactions (whether ‘fight or flight’) were positive to me… I did not care either way… So, the SMS’s were sent into the technological yonder… all of them (ok, 4 of them!)

 

All of which were not responded! None!

 

Enough was enough! I called him thinking “right –this is it – end of the line time!” when I first spoke to him he was like “ooohhh you’re still alive?” and “how come you haven’t called me till now?” I’m sorry – I didn’t realise that there is a no out-bound call policy on your mobile from Malaysia to Australia? Resolute, I went on to say that the notion of calling was not purely my onus but that since he was working (now) and essentially earning a rather decent wage + fatherly pocket money that I have no doubt that he could afford the calls (to me)! And that the reason behind my ‘delay’ in calling him was because I could not be bothered to have a D&M (deep and meaningful) with him because it would make me look like a nag when really I’ve gotten to a point where I couldn’t care less and am simply keeping civility because we are part of the same extended family run in the same circles. Anyway – I’m clearly ranting here– sorry (although i suppose better here than to him!)!

I went to tell him that over the last week I had spoken more to his younger brothers than I had to him (it was their birthday last weekend and this initiated a chain of emails and facebook posts)and that their ability to respond and converse in lengthy discussions with me (as opposed to him) was not going unnoticed and was quite refreshing!

 

Do you know what he turns around and asks? When am I heading off on this trip to see said mutual family? I tell him October (for 4 weeks) and then the twit Mr M goes and creates further confusion by saying; “fantastic – I’ll get some leave requested and I’ll see you there!”

 

WHAT THE?????

 

I went on to say that really, it was not necessary (as it would make my mum too happy…. And ruin any notion I may have in getting her to give Mr A a chance and seriously has not this ship passed?) – but apparently the guy wants to come and see me because…. wait for it….

“…. I miss you”

 

Vomit vomit vomit…

Madness I tell you! Madness!!

 

Oh and I am trying to save for a trip to either go back to Phuket or Bali this time for next year March-April… apparently he would LLOOOVVVVEEE to meet me there!!!

 

Madness!!

August 20, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , , , , . Family, Manologues. 4 comments.

She wasn’t pretty enough…

I know it’s a story that’s a few days old but I think it effectively provides evidence to the adage that “image is everything”!

Chinese child singer ‘too ugly’ for opening ceremony 

Singer Yang Peiyi missed out because of her chubby face and uneven teeth. (AFP)

Singer Yang Peiyi missed out because of her chubby face and uneven teeth. (AFP)

 

 

 

The pretty girl who had the starring role at China’s Olympic opening ceremony was a photogenic front for the real singer, who was rejected appearance-wise in the “national interest”.

Nine-year-old Lin Miaoke has been celebrated across China. In a red dress and pig tails, she sang Ode to the Motherland at Friday’s opening extravaganza.

But a director of the opening ceremony; Chen Qigang, told state television Lin was miming to another girl’s voice. That girl was seven-year-old Yang Peiyi who, according to state media reports, has a chubby face and uneven teeth.

She was dropped after a senior member of China’s ruling Communist Party attended a rehearsal and said “there was a problem”.

“Yang Peiyi missed out on selection [to appear at the ceremony] because of her external appearance. It was for the national interest,” Chen was quoted as saying by the government-run China News Service.

China has gone to extraordinary lengths and expense to ensure a picture-perfect Games.

An official disclosed on Wednesday that some of the scenes of fireworks broadcast at the opening ceremony were pre-recorded.

Among sections pre-recorded were parts of a stunning series of firework “footprints” across Beijing that led to the Bird’s Nest stadium where the four-hour spectacular was staged, Games executive vice-president Wang Wei told reporters.

But getting one child to appear as the face of another was a step too far, according to comments posted on the internet.

“Why worry so much about appearances? All seven-year-olds are angels,” said one Chinese national.

- ABC/Reuters

Someone needs to get this girl to do a rendition of Kasey Chambers “Not Pretty Enough”

 

August 19, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , . I Really Don't Understand, Uncategorized. 1 comment.

The differences

Sometimes I am amazed at the differences between my mum and I – even on a small scale! I spent my Saturday day shopping with mum while she tried to find a new pair of runners. You would think this would be easy – head to shopping centre, try on shoes and then purchase. I realised that my mum and I shop in a totally different manner.

 

I go shopping knowing exactly what I am looking for; I will go from store to store and try things on that resemble the idea of what I want – if I like it I buy it! That’s it… simple really. My mum is the type who must go to every single sports store; not just in one shopping centre, nay; let’s go into the shopping centre nearest our house and then let’s ALSO go to Perth and go through their malls PLUS go to Harbour Town (outlet mall) as we may then be able to find a better buy! I was amazed at myself – I went an entire day shopping and did not once go into a store that would stock something that I wanted – all day we went to sport stores… truly; I think for the first time in my life I understood a poor man’s pained look on his face when he is shopping with his female counterpart. Then after trying everything on we go to have lunch, at which point I am asked which shoe I think she should get. My answer was to get what was comfortable; so now we spend a good 15 minutes talking about sport shoes and which one she should get. Finally… finally a decision is made based on price and comfortability.

 

On the way home my mum mentions the pale blue metallic Hyundai Getz going past and mentions how she likes the colour of this car – saying that I should get a light colour car for my next car. I told her that when I do finally decide which car I’m going to get I would like it to either be black metallic, deep grey metallic or even possibly yellow (depending on the car). Cringing, my mum then goes into how she likes white, silver and light blue metallic cars… and here it is folks! In the simplicity of the colour of a car… the demonstration that my mother and I have totally differing opinions…

August 18, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , . Family, I Really Don't Understand, Uncategorized. 4 comments.

Ode to Ish… why I’m not married

So I read Isheeta’s post: To sleep, perchance to…… stay awake?? And it led me to remember a conversation that I had a little while ago to one of my uncle’s in Abu Dhabi.

 

I get quite regular calls from my dear aunts and uncles; although I will say that the regularity of said calls have somewhat lessened in the last year. Me thinks that a part of them have wizened up and realised that the list of “potentials” and “suitors” that the have provided me have either been horrendous (okay, I am slightly over-exaggerating with the use of the word ‘horrendous’ but you know what I mean) or that I have managed to totally ruin. Again; in reference to her post I totally agree with perhaps the reason why I am not married yet is because I am either too picky, know what it is I am looking for (heaven forbid!), and hoping/looking/expecting too much, talk to much (all people who talk to me will respond with a resounding yes on this point… please people – restrain yourselves!), am not tall enough (Ish; the glass is half full!), am too educated, am not educated enough (alas no PhD as yet! J), perhaps it is my curly hair?

 

Anyway, one day I get this call from my uncle…. In the background I can hear quite a bit of debate (that to most people will assume that my uncles are fighting – I know this is just the normal volume of speech), the clinking of tea cups and the bubbling of the hubbly-bubbly. Clearly I am on speaker. I say hello to everyone and say that it’s so good to hear from them… all the normal chit-chat between family members… then the REAL reason behind the call and me being on speakerphone becomes extremely apparent;

 

*For the purpose of realism I urge you to implement an Arabic accent for the role of “uncle”*

Uncle: okay, so today we were sitting here thinking… why you not married? What is wrong with you?
Me: huh? What? You just all started discussing why I’m not married?

Uncle: why you upset for? We try to find you husband so you be married and be happy. No need for upset – we not upset when you say no people we introduce to you… if we talk about you is because we love you.

Me: ok…. (thinking, yeah all right…)

Uncle: anyway… we thinking… if you not married yet, maybe there is something wrong with you? What is wrong that we cannot see? Now we know…

Me: ok, so what’s wrong with me?

A different uncle: ok, so we think – you not tall, but alhumdulilah you not ugly either. You have opinion but also good you can cook. You not argue – very smart to keep family happy; for this a husband likes. Also you educated… and not fat… here we find answer for why you not married.

Me: ok – so why am I not yet married uncle (thinking ‘this’ll be good!)

Uncle: is because you not eat enough – you not fat enough…

 

In the background resounding comments signifying approval can be heard.

 

I spoke to my uncles for another few minutes; trying to illustrate to them that I was fairly certain that me not being “fat enough” was NOT the reason why I wasn’t yet married. i told them that perhaps I wasn’t yet ready for marriage (result: laughter)… I gave them other examples; in the number of men that they have introduced me to that clearly have been interested in me based on picture and information given to them (by said uncles) about me alone. Alas they would not be swayed – my answers were retaliated with examples of my “ample sized” cousins that are now happily married as well as their own “ample sized” wives… and how a large woman meant a happy woman able to enjoy food, love and therefore life.  They then said to me that if I needed more proof to look closer to home – my mother! My mum has hyper-thyroid which means instead of becoming larger she has an inability to maintain weight. She hovers around the 43 to 45 Kg mark (granted she is only a little taller than me… about 165ish centimetres I think?). My parents got divorced quite some time ago and sadly has not remarried (she did get engaged to a man when I was a lot younger but that clearly didn’t work out) – anyway; apparently the reason why she hasn’t found anyone (according to these uncles?): because she’s not ‘cuddly’ enough

 

So people… Isheeta… that’s the problem!

August 15, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , , , . Family, Manologues, Rants. 11 comments.

Goals & plans… write ‘em down people!

Ok people – for those of you who haven’t guessed it yet I am a notorious planner! I have lists of “things I want to buy for next season” that are curently including tiered flippy skirt, new jeans, a pair of ballet flats, a shirt-dress and peacock feather earrings. But more than this, I have life plans; 6 months, 1 year, 2.5 year and 5 years plans. Obviously these ‘plans’ aren’t so much set in stone but are more where I would like to be and what I would have liked to have achieved by this period. Obviously I am more than happy to adust and review such goals; but I find them a great starting point or key to reference.

 

Twice a year I find myself going through said plans. I don’t intentionally schedule them at 6month intervals but I just find this occurring. Normally I will ponder the coming year around about the new years’ mark and sorta look through everything I’ve either managed to accomplish (as well as what hasn’t been done, been screwed up, or ssooooo did not go the way I had hoped. Read: Mr M) and that of what I hope to get sorted for the impending year.

 

So, as I said; there’s a 6 month, 12 months and 5 year plan is written out (because writing it brings you one step closer to the reality of its existence!); some of the things may seem a little trivial like in my 6 month plan one of the items includes the decision of a new car and the planning of another trip overseas (not inclusive of my mum) which would mean that another point on the plan is saving some money! Oh and did I mention some sort of pay-rise is also on my radar?

 

The 12 month plan includes getting married and winning my mum over on said marriage choice! Believe me; this is a HUGE feat once accomplished – however, I am determined! But this post is more about something that I have recently decided to put on my 2.5 year plan…. LASIK eye surgery! Don’t get me wrong; I actually quite like wearing glasses (I like the look) and don’t really mind putting in my contact lenses  - after all this time I’m such a pro that I can pop them in and out in less than a minute and I don’t even need a mirror! I can even put them on or take them out when I’m in the car (obviously not when I’m the one driving) and don’t even need very good lighting! The rationale behind wanting this LASIK surgery is so that I won’t need to do this anymore! The joy of getting up in the morning and not needing to put on my glasses (or find them) and seeing things NOT be blurry! No more squinting (although I don’t do that now; but that’s because of said contacts or glasses)! Another aspect of this is when it comes time to have children (no, this is not on the 12 month list… I think I have popped that to the end of the 2.5 year list… yes there is one of those too! I’m sorry, but I was the nerd/geek in school!) – the notion of having to get up in the middle of the night for feeding but having to search for glasses (first) pains me.. or when he or she is a toddler and I have to either put in my contacts each morning or my glasses before my mothering days commence… or if my beloved little child is somewhat rascal-ish and should accidentally step on my glasses! Oooh are you seeing how analytical or deep thinking I am yet?

 

For anyone thinking about this option here is some quick info regarding LASIK:

So what exactly does the doctor do to your eyes during LASIK?

v     The surgeon usually cuts a tiny flap in the outer layer of the cornea so a laser can reshape the tissue underneath, before the flap is placed back over the treated area.

v     The flap is cut ‘blade-free’ with a fast, computer-guided laser, which is also called by its brand name, IntraLase.

v     Your eyes should feel fairly comfortable the day after surgery, when you can probably resume normal activities.

v     LASIK is the more effective option if you’re more severely short- or long-sighted.

 

The reason why I am thinking about getting this done a little later rather than sooner is because apparently it ain’t exactly cheap –  prices range from $1000 – $3000 for each eye, depending on how severe your condition is (apparently most clinics can offer you a payment plan with monthly repayments). I have gone for a little check up/quote and been told that it’s going to cost me $5000 for both eyes – ouch!  L

 

Oh well, it’s a plan and something I’m working towards… we all need goals…

August 15, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , , , , . Uncategorized. 1 comment.

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