28 Quotes For When You Start To Doubt Yourself

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  1. It isn’t what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about. – Dale Carnegie
  2. Don’t feel stupid if you don’t like what everyone else pretends to love. – Emma Watson
  3. Two roads diverged in a wood and I, I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference – Robert Frost
  4. What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. Get a post-bac or try writing for the first time. The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. – Marina Keegan
  5. Failure is a stripping away of the inessential. – J.K. Rowling
  6. The struggles make you stronger, and the changes make you wise; happiness has its own way of taking its…

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9 types of people you will meet if you work in Saudi Arabia

If you have ever worked in Saudi Arabia or are currently working you will or must have worked with these types of people. At first, you’re not sure what to “label” these people you encounter as, but eventually you figure it out.

So on top of the list is the:


This is usually the Boss or someone in the upper management. Now this person comes to work 3 days a week or 4 ( if he feels like it) at whatever time they want and likes to boss around. Well, because they are the boss. They have very little to no knowledge of running business and most of the time their rich daddy have invested in the business to kill their heirs boredom.

They are basically “USELESS


2) The “Cool” dude

Next on the list is the “cool” dude, believe you me, HE IS NOT COOL. NOT AT ALL. He has worked at the same place for too long and now he likes to call himself the “know-it-all”, frankly, he doesn’t know it all. jerk

3) Barbies

Now, we shall talk about the barbies. Their purpose in life is to put fake lashes, get tans,  then come to work and talk about how “sad” their lives are, because they couldn’t buy the latest Chanel bag. It’s usually a group of 5-6 girls and that’s all that they have to talk about. I am serious. We have lost them in the darkness of materialism.


4) The accountant


Just one look at him will scare you. He always seems to be in a bad mood and doesn’t like to “mess” around with anyone. For some odd reason, all the accountants that I have worked with have had beards. Long Long beards. Hmm!! I wonder what’s up with that.


5) The Stud

I absolutely detest this guy!

He wears half a bottle of perfume everyday and thinks all the girls at work are “dying” over him. 3 out of 10 times, he is not very good-looking but has his head in the clouds.

He needs a reality check. Badly.


Yep. Every office has a kiss-ass. In Jeddah, or Saudi Arabia, we just have too many!!

Their presence makes you feel so uncomfortable. They are always running around those with some or little authority. Their “I love people” policy wants to make you puke, but LOOK OUT!! they can be sneaky too.


7) Cry baby

OMGOSH. Nothing is ever right with this person. Ever. Either they are depressed or upset or going through something. Their personal life is always a “mess”,  their one detestable habit is to engage in chatter when clearly they can see YOU have work to do. Good thing about the cry baby is that they are honest people, so there is no real danger. However, you might want to watch what you say to them if you want to keep your personal life to yourself and not want the whole office to talk about it.


8) Desis ( Indian-Pakistanis)

These people are “over-confident”! It’s a group of 4-5 men and everyday they talk about how if they were running the company, things would be so different. They brag about how their people are running the country and also complain about how their people are being kicked out of the country. They frequently curse their boss for their lack of success.




This person comes to work stoned. ’nuff said. Yep. You know who it is. You have seen the red eyes. Yep.


But no matter what, it’s pretty amusing to work with these kind of people. You get entertained. 🙂

working in saudi arabia as an expat girl

You land your first job and you’re very excited. A night before you start new work, you’re wondering how everyone will be like, what kind of work will you be assigned, 3adi thoughts, you know.

It’s the first day of your job, and you are just anxious and in deep insecurity/inferiority complex because every girl who works here looks so.. flawless. Anyway, you hope these artificial beauties will have at least a nice personality. Then you’ll be disappointed when the HR person won’t even introduce you to the whole team, which will make your day even more.. AWKWARD. Eventually, you will have to build up some courage and go talk to people, which will be a DIFFICULT task. If you speak english, good english, you will start making grammatical mistakes and you will start adding arabic slangs. Everyone who works there will speak in Arabic making you feel like an outcast. At some point, you will feel like secretly learning arabic and eve’s dropping to see if they talk about you or not ?

This experience will open you up to so many different cultures and ideas, you will learn about how Saudis hate their own country and its working system, how these flawless beauties will go to any extend to look flawless, how an uneducated person with ONLY training will earn the same amount of money as you with your master’s or bachelor’s, based on the fact that they are Saudis. Yet they hate their country ?!!

I have worked since the age of 17, I have had quite an experience. Recently, I was working with the accounting department of this “big shot” hospital. When I got the call, I was very excited and thought I would learn a lot from this. I couldn’t be more wrong. My first day I realised how I was the ONLY girl. Two weeks later, I got a surprise when another girl covered from head to toe shows up. Her first day, and she is already complaining to me about why I am wearing nail paint ?  The past two weeks, I mastered sleeping with my eyes open because NO ONE SPOKE ENGLISH or to me for that matter. Anyway, in case anyone is wondering, I left the job in 3 weeks.

If you’re young and you decide to work in a School, DON’T.Just don’t. I was stupid and thought to myself why waste time when I can work somewhere and earn some faloos. One reputable school offered to take me as an activity coordinator. My first day, and my boss doesn’t show up. The next day, they tell me they need a teacher for a week so I will be teaching a class of 20 boys. I hate kids, I was thinking to myself but kept quiet. That one week turned to 2 months, every day I would dread going to work. Those kids were bunch of rich brats, who had no respect for elders. One day, I lost my temper and cussed at a kid. To my defence, I wasn’t really asked if I wanted to work as a teacher and my job description was totally different from the work I was doing. I was only 17, and the things I heard and saw really shocked me. Saudi teachers are rebellious! They would come to work high. They were so good that no one ever suspected them but i think no one cared enough to catch them. Some of the teachers were so bored with their lives, they would tell me how the management was sucky and the only reason why they were working was because there is nothing to do in Saudi Arabia. I was disturbed for a while, because these teachers were making our tomorrow and frankly they weren’t doing a really good job. I lasted no more than 3 months there.

I worked in other places as well, and the only thing that i learned was that no one will ever give you full information. So you need to go and ask, ask ask ask ask!

Another workforce rule just crossed my mind: Segregation! 

Yes, segregation at workforce. Sorry, guys, you can’t have lunch with us or be in the same room as us. It’s too hard for Haya’a ( Islamic police) to swallow. They can LOOK at us and tell us to wear our headscarf and stand 2 steps away from us, and it won’t be 7aram then, but if someone else does it they will make sure to humiliate the woman and warn the man. If you are a newbie, you might want to get used to frequent raids. Haya’a likes to show up, unannounced, every now and then to make sure there aren’t more expats than Saudis and that women aren’t mixing with men.

Working in Saudi Arabia can be very difficult and the way they treat expats in the country is depressing. Now that they are trying to get rid of us, I wouldn’t recommend anyone to work here. You will be treated like trash and you will be taken for granted.

An open letter to the future husband

Dear future husband,

I wonder sometimes, if I will end up with someone already in my life or will it be a total mystery and I will find you at the beach one night staring at the sky and listening to some pathetic love song.

If you already exist in my life, I wonder if you will ever turn into the man I desire. The man who has the ability to take charge and knows exactly what he wants from his life. Other times, I just cannot imagine if someone would actually fall head over heels in love with ME. Even I know dorky-weird-bipolar combination isn’t too APPEALING to men when there are so many other beautiful perfect people walking on the face of this earth.

My love, whoever you are, I want you to know I don’t ask for much. I do love myself some materialism but I wouldn’t want a narcissistic, shallow man who would love my physical beauty and ignore my clumsy, dorky side. People say money is everything in life but I beg to differ. Having someone who loves your true self, wakes up everyday and puts up with your nonsense is what truly matters. Of course, money creates dire consequences in one’s life but they don’t stay forever.

I don’t promise you a perfect life, I’m no psychic, I don’t know what “our” future will be, but I promise to be your right hand (no pun intended).

I promise to keep us together and work on us till we both cannot. If marriage came with a manual, there would be a lot of people still together instead of sharing custody of their kids and dividing their assets. I promise to not be one of them.

I will give you my heart and soul. If you miss our date night and bring me some diamond earrings ( ehehe ) as a make-up-gift, I would be happy. But if you would just show up for our date night (preferably with chocolates), I would be “HAPPIER” 🙂

Whoever you’re, don’t take me for granted and love me for who I am.

I don’t ask for much. Just a few simple things, I hope whenever we start our journey you treat my parents like your own and you love my friends like I do and give me your time and attention.

I promise to do the same.


Your dorky future wife 🙂

An Insight To A Sensitive Person’s World

Positive Outlooks

Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they will end the friendship. They live with guilt and constant pain over unresolved situations and misunderstandings. They are tortured souls that are not able to live with hatred or being hated. This type of person needs the most love anyone can give them because their soul has been constantly bruised by others. However, despite the tragedy of what they have to go through in life, they remain the most compassionate people worth knowing and the ones that often become activists for the broken-hearted, forgotten and the misunderstood. They are angels with broken wings that only fly when loved. — Shannon L. Alder

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Dear Rich Kids,

explain to me if you get it ?

Is it my fault that I wasn’t born in a financially privileged family ? or that my dad doesn’t own a few buildings or kisses the Royal family’s ass every chance he gets ? Or that he doesn’t have expats under his sponsorship and basically rips them off ?

Is it my fault that I am a 20 year young girl living in Saudi Arabia and weren’t given an opportunity to attend an Ivy league University or went to a well recognised high school ? BUT I BET, YOU DID!

Then whenever I am given a chance to interact with a “RICH SAUDI KID”, why am I always left thinking so much better about my upbringing. Presumably, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, which means you’re expected to act civilised and not disrespect other people. I mean, isn’t it what your religion is all about? Be nice to your fellowmen, even if they don’t belong to the same class as you.

Let me share what happened to me today, despite the fact that this isn’t that big of an incident compared to other occasions where I was left feeling pathetic about being a non-saudi, a girl and POOR!

So my sister and I were walking towards Jeddah Mall on Ta7lia from Khayat Centre, It’s the Rodeo Drive of Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, elite class of Jeddah comes here often in their fancy cars. The distance is not really that much, if you’re walking from D&G store. So anyway, these two “rich saudi kids” in a Mercedes which I believe their rich Daddy bought them for probably failing an exam, started flashing their headlights on us, even though we were half way towards the mall gate, like that wasn’t enough to divert every person’s attention on us, they yelled “fuck you” at us. Hence, this letter/blog. Explain to me, rich kids, what kind of decency is that ?

If you’re a son/daughter of a very well off family and your Grandfather owns half of Jeddah/Riyadh/khobar whatever! then aren’t you suppose to act a certain way. Family values are what parents teach you, and they are like a mirror, the reflection they give is what children adopt. So by acting like a notorious bastard, are you telling us (expats) that this is what your parents have taught you ? ’cause it sure looks like it!

Don’t get this the wrong way, I don’t have a problem with you bring rich. I have a problem with you treating people with lower status than yours like plain shit. Trust me, I love watching y’all take your latest addition Chanel/ LV bag or your custom design accessories or a new car out to show-off. Who would mind watching a free runway show ? Only the runway is usually the mall, restaurants or those illegal parties with booze that your Hayaa (islamic police. Yes, it exists)seems to ignore, because y’all rich people will probably have their asses locked up if they try to complain. And the brave ones who actually do file a complain or try to “annoy” you with their annoying faces you probably get them executed or offer a glass of red vine (bribe) to them ?

I don’t live on the money that you have provided me, however, you on the other hand do (sponsor fee that we pay every year and which drastically increases if the sponsor has to go on a vacation or if someone from his family wants to buy something “FANCY”). Mostly in other countries it’s Tax, but in Saudi Arabia it’s the money you pay your sponsor every year. The amount is decided by the sponsor. He can ask for how much ever he wants. You cannot complain to the authorise, because they will probably tell you to go back to your country. Now you may say, then why don’t we go back our country? Believe you me, no one wants to stay in this DISCRIMINATIVE-JUDGMENTAL-DESPOTIC-OPPRESSIVE country anyway. It’s our misfortune or compulsion. Besides, if we leave then who’s going to work and actually build this piece of shit country of yours. You CANNOT work as a minority, because GOD FORBIDS it will bring shame to your ego and what will your friends say when they hear that you have been working as an intern or a driver or a SWEEPER!

I’d love to see that happen tho’.

In drawing things to a close, I’d like to request to the rich kids of SAUDI ARABIA to not be impolite/rude to people who are not rich. We may not have as much as you do, but what we do have is RESPECT. We may not have expensive education like you do, but we do have good enough education to know what is right and what isn’t.

TRUST ME, Which is far more than the MONEY that you are so proud of.


A New Start Is Just A Thought Away

don’t know why things seem so hard to move forward..

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Today is the day that you become the person that you were always meant to be. That can’t happen if you have baggage. Leave the past. You have a chance to restart, and all you have to do is forget all the bad things that you did, all the things that has happened to you, and just move forward. — Unknown

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Around the World in Nine Photos

awesome photos!!

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Do you love stories from around the world? Check out the work of the following nine photographers on WordPress.com and allow your imagination to take you away…

Nathanael‘s monochrome photo of the Star Lite Motel in Mt. Airy, North Carolina, conjures images of wayward romances and clandestine meetings. We loved the marquee’s message, “Forgive and forget its human to err.” (sic) which offers an almost haunting absolution. For more of Nathanael’s work, check out his blog, G’Nat’s Eye View.

Photo by Nathanael Photo by P. Nathanael Gough

The image below, by UK photographer Andy Hooker, had us at hello. We love how the sign matches the woman’s red coat and how her right leg is in crisp focus just as her stride reaches the “h” above her head. Check out more of Andy’s work at LensScaper.

Photo by Andy Hooker Photo by Andy Hooker

Bao Pham‘s photo of this

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