I LOVE THIS HOT WEATHER!


















Honestly
I haven't written anything here in a long time but,
It's worth writing that
Canada is perfect right now!!

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I can't imagine life outside of Canada! Well, to be honest, I can't quite imagine life outside of Ontario. Or life in a 'rural' area; Canada's Ontario cities are all I'm very much used to, the only thing I've been adapted to. So what would it be like to live somewhere else? In another country per say?

Well obviously being the 'spaz' I am, the culture shock would get me before anything else! A perfect example of a country where I would have some sort of cultural meltdown which is relatively likely for me to go to and see would be (yes, you guessed it): Saudi Arabia!

(Oh goodness, and how much more different from Canada can you get?)


I have been talking to a lot of people, looking at a lot of blogs online by Saudi wives from America and my country as well and learning about life there. Basically I have gathered the very basic and reoccurring, seriously common, and irritating points in which have been in all blogs of the Muslim-convert-Western-women-Saudi-Wives and they are the following:

Hot sun! It's hot, there is sun. This is especially difficult for the Canadian/British women to overcome as we rarely see the run, or feel it quite as hot. Also being women, this leads to my next point about being hot:

Black Things! Okay, that's what I call it with my boyfriend but I know what they are called of course. The abaya. It's basically a covering which is black, if you don't know. All the women wear it in Saudi Arabia. One of the first lessons we learn in Canada as children is if you're cold wear black. So in the hot Arab sun of Saudi Arabia, I imagine women who have been frozen in snow and well-shaded by foggy days have trouble with the sun-on-black clothing. We just aren't cut out for it, I suppose!
( I think of it like summer here before my family decided we 'needed' the AC- it was 30 degrees and I thought I was dying of heat then in my old white pair of very-short shorts and a tank-top. No, no, I imagine I haven't even felt 'hot' like Saudi 'hot' before.)

But once again this is something only time can resolve. But honestly, poor women of the north- our fair skin and relatively cold-tolerant bodies weren't made to bake. I can see myself sleeping in the bathtub.
Oh wonderful. I will be fish-lady...


That's a great name.
“Oh it's so and so, the fish lady!”
“Uhm. Ho hum.”


It's alright though, as my boyfriend has taken this into consideration and I believe he has a freezer waiting for me in case of serious heat-relief. I think I'll need it.

I wonder what fish lady or human popsicle is in Arabic?


The last point is that I am CANADIAN.
I don't speak Arabic!
I'm new to islam...
I've dressed like H&M addict on crack for the past 16 years of my life and the idea of modesty and the abaya is sort of scary/and/limiting.
I can't say fuck in public! What if it just escapes my lips without my knowing?
“Fuuu..uuu..ck. Eh?” That sounds almost Japanese, like a mushroom: Fuuhukih (okay, not really.)
But, I doubt it as I'm not one for using such words, but upon drying to drink some water through my veil I might curse once or twice, probably loudly as I'm a loud person.
“MUSHROOM. SHITAKE! FUUUUUHUKIH!”
I'm seriously open-minded. By this I mean if I saw some stupid act of criminality(?)...I might attack the criminal, which is stupid of ME since I'm a girl. (By girl I mean female, by female I mean the only girl in the family, by that I mean my brothers do all the hard labor).
“Fish lady frozen woman super hero!”
Did I ever mention I'm Canadian? I'm a girl. I'm pampered. I'm not tough, I'm a princess with a big mouth and no over-heat-control other than to laze in the sun lethargic and helplessly: which makes me even more of a sultry princess of doom. Oh lord.

But I would go anyway, as it looks and seems like one of the most beautiful and cultural places on earth and like everything I'm easy to adjust after time.

But I will need a lot of Popsicles, a freezer, and a bathtub ready for my emergencies.

*AGH I'M MELTING MEEEELTING* * Flashback of the WWoftheWEST in The Wizard of Oz*

What would I wear under an abaya?
That's another topic for another time but I have heard what other Canadian/American women attempt underneath and I am more than willing to have a giggle over that in the future.





Kisses and Best Wishes,

Bridgette

Well what's new in my life other than school and Hani and the occasional random chocolate? Tarkan? Yes! Tarkan isn't new but this sexy thought about Tarkan I just had WAS. OMG. Tarkan, whatta beautiful man. Honestly, I think if every man was like Tarkan then perhaps... Okay, so I can't think of anything other than: there would be a world full of happy women and good looking men... THIS IS EVIDENT. Oh my goodness. Can you imagine? A world of Tarkans and looove.

That's a world without WAR! *Gasp* someone write this down!

:D I just did, for your info. How brilliant. Mmmm Tarkanworld.

Don't get me wrong though, people! Hani my boyfriend is absolutely perfect for me where as I don't think Tarkan is because he's too sexy and it's not very productive to be near a man who every time you see you faint/and or/ die. But but but, when I see my boyfriend Hani, especially when he smiles *drools* it's just so sexy. I think it's pretty senseless to say that I never realized until recently that I am totally lucky that my boyfriend is so nice and cute! Therefore I don't need a Tarkanworld, but I will do all my other fellow women a good deed and make it so that they can enjoy the sexgoddy world of Tarkan and his irresistible hot body *ahem!* I mean his music and talent...

I've been listening to a song called “ Do ya think I'm sexy” buy Rod Stewart: I know right? Totally old song, but it's hot. AND This is the reason I'm thinking about sexy men...

David Bowie, Marc Bolan, Tarkan, that singer from Mor Ve Otesi, Dr. Who...
I LOVE MY LIFE!! Allaha Askina!

*slaps self* calm down girl!

Ok on another note, back to the topic of my love: Hani is the best boyfriend ever and I hope he's reading this and knowing it's totally honestly what I think! It's true, and he treats me with such respect and love and gives me everything I need and more and does everything for me and is just absolutely stunning! *Deep Breathes* THE RINGS ARE BEAUTIFUL BABY! You are sooooo cute and nice and sweet and I can't get over how perfect you have been these past few weeks, and actually now that I think of it, :P our entire relationship. SHAME ON ME FOR EVEN THINKING ABOUT TARKAN'S BODY XD I have a perfectly good *and sleeping* boyfriend who is the lovey of my life forever!

Recently (because I know my school friends read my blog and I haven't been with the darlings since last Wednesday...) I have been doing a lot of thinking about what I want in my life. I'm kind of being forced to do such a thing by my friendly high school guidance counsellor who says that my future is solid but my emotions aren't!? WHO IS THIS LADY AND WHY DOES SHE THINK I'M CRAZY? I'm always happy, she said, and under stress I become very quiet and my stupid teacher told her this. WELL MAYBE I JUST DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT SHAKESPEARE. I already know the entire dude's work anyway *pout* he is practically my idol! So, anyway, since I'm too happy lets take it back to a sad and dull Bridgette:
“I am sad” I said to my brother who was stuffing his face with bacon.
“ Why? Hani not talked to you yet?”
“ He is sleeping, like normal people do.” I said watching my brother eat some bacon with his fingers. He might have a heart attack any moment.
“ Riiight, want some bacon?”
“No.”
THE END. This is the extent of my sorrow in the past week. I'm pretty sure I was just bored, not sad. But it's a similar helpless feeling.
When I think about the word BORED I think about a dead goldfish. That's so morbid, but right now I'm sort of bored and I guess I kind of feel like a poor dead goldfish. Just floatin' with nothing to do.

I feel sorta like dancing...
I smell Bacon again.

Goodbye!
Kissssssssssssssssssssssss

I don't know what to write, maybe I'll do a blog later XD Im just really happy.
Heres the best song ever, called Pony Ride by The Crash




























I Love Haniiiii