my name

I've been blogging for months now. I notice that in the blog world some people show and tell everything about themselves and some people are complete mysteries. I think both ways are intriguing.

Before creating my blog I had to decide what limits I wanted to set. I have major trust issues. I always have but they got worse with age...lol. If you don't believe me, ask my cousin, I used to ask guys for their IDs when we'd go out. Hey, a girl has the right to now if a guy is telling the truth about his name, age, and location. I've also been know for looking up public records of certain guys that are interested in my younger sisters (even "interviewing them", right, girls?). ;) Yeah, I'm crazy like that.

So anyway, back to the subject...I knew I didn't feel comfy with the whole photo thing. It's kinda hypocritical because I love seeing other blogger's photos, but I'm just not comfy with that. As far as little guy's photos, with all the crazy bad things that happen in the world today (very unfortunate), I don't feel comfy putting his pictures on here either. Besides, he is WAY too cute....hehehe. So anyway, no photos of us, for now, sorry. As far as my name is concerned I've been using only initials...til today. I decided to change my ID by using my name, Kylie. I was thinking about my first name. I've always loved it, even as a little girl. It was so uncommon back in the day and I loved it for that very reason. I always had this vision of owning a little shop with just the name "Kylie" or creating a website. However, some certain singer kinda got first dibs on most things "Kylie".

Kylie Minogue

I've loved her since the 80's. She was the first girl I knew of to share my name. :)

My Mom discovered my name from an old Soap Opera back in the 70's. I was almost a "Kristina" which is very beautiful but not as unique as "Kylie". I love my name so much that I refused to adopt an Arabic/Muslim name after converting to Islam. There is nothing in Islam that says one has to change their name after becoming Muslim (unless, their name has a bad meaning, but who names their kid something bad?). And I'm so glad I was strong about that because everyone, even here in Saudi, knows me by my real name. And that for me, is a cool thing.

So after all this rambling, my lesson for today is: Know who you are and love who you are and don't worry what others are thinking or even saying. Be strong, hold your head high. As long as you are doing good things and being a good person, that's all that matters! ;)