Saturday, March 11, 2006

new.beginning

Watcha think of my blog's new look? ;)

Nice eh?

Yup, it is Michael Heilemann's famous WordPress template.

Yaay.

Monday, March 06, 2006

taking.a.break.soon

I had my UK visa done yesterday. Ditched 2 hours of work to get it.

Today I had to visit the American Embassy to have that one done. Ditched 3 hours of work this time.

As nonnah and I approached the heavily survaillanced block, the security woman skimmed through our visa applications. First thing she noticed is the wrong size of the picture.

Damn. I even crossed my fingers for good luck, but I guess it's the start of a jinx.

We hurried back to the car that was parked 3 blocks away and skidded through the nearest photo shop. We found one and asked the Indian photographer to hurry up and take our "mug shots". A couple of people seen in the embassy were already there taking a photo for they had the wrong size too. Oopsi. The Indian definitely was familiar with this. He striked his deal right there. 20 bucks for four 2"x2" amateur shots.

I looked so ugly in them.

While waiting for my interview a Khaleeji family entered the room. Cool Dad was hilarious.

He accidently tripped while stepping towards the "interrogation" window.

"What's your occupation"?

"A businessman living here".

"Cham 3yal 3indak"? Visa Woman switched to Arabic.

"Shoofi jibt il bizraan kolohom. O hathi hiya il Madame 6ab3an mo wa7da mn il 3iyal". lol.

"You have the wrong size photo Sir. I suggest itroo7 il complex thee. 3indihom ma7al 7ag il tasweer." Oopsi. That woman loves speaking Arabish.

"Eewa 3eraftoh".

The family had to visit the Indian photographer just like we did. I wonder how their mug shots would look like.

My jinx broke away when I heard my visa would take 24 hours to get processed. I'll be picking it up at the next "public day". Whatever that means?!


If you're still curious, I'm getting away for a couple of weeks. Everyone needs a breath of fresh air once in a while. I'll be getting my dose by the end of March. Getting stuck in one place suffocates me.

So nonnah and I opened this subject to Mom and Dad. We chose very wise selective words to get our idea function positively in their heads. Yes we planned but I was comfortable enough to hear their feedback. They were understandable and agreed that we seriously needed some "travelling" break.

I love my white haired dad and my nearly menopausal mom very much ... so dearly (blush blush). They obligingly would do so much for us. Truthfully, I don't realize how unthankful I would be. Don't really know if it's my naïvete or taking things for granted without any realization.

I am so touched now. My mood(s) is (are) flying all over.

Can't wait to fly back to the States. I miss it. 10 days will do; visit our college town, meet our friends in D.C. for old time's sake, finishing it off in NYC. We'll then have a nice Londonian week with a dear friend.

I need this breather very badly.




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Saturday, March 04, 2006

weekenddoodaloo

Nice weekend I had. It ended very well. I've been the "country's greatest sis" just 'cause I took my 9 year old sister to choose a birthday present for herself. She's so cute, she chose a Bratz dance-learning game to practice her dancing "skills", a baton used for a marching band, and something else suitable for 9 year old girls. Definitely not suitable for us. I took her for dinner later on that evening. That was an accomplishment.

The weekend started off with somewhat a continuation of nonnah's driving abilities previously mentioned. This time, she brought a cop on a motorbike while picking me up from a very long day at work. She only gets to drive once every two weeks and look what happened? This girl makes me laugh with her way of handling things.

Nonnah if you see this, remember that I love you, that you're my twin, that you're my kindred spirit. Umwaaah??

So she was followed by a cop. I didn't realize it when I sat on the passanger's seat, until I asked what's going on, why don't you press on that pedal and drive on. I was starving for a great lunch at auntie's that day.

"Hold on, he's writing me a ticket, 'cause presumably I passed a red light. While I did NOT such thing! It was yellow! I run passed a yellow light. Is that a crime?! Plus the car behind me followed. So I guess he got to pass it not me!"

What? Who? When? How? Why?!

She was hysterically pissed off.

She had gone cuckoo in that couple of minutes.

I did believe her. I swear that cop had a filthy smirk on his face. UHH! I wanted to choke him.

He was galloping towards our car to hand the ticket to nonnah. Nonnah asked him in a whining way, "The guy behind me didn't stop on the red signal. Why didn't you stop him"?

"I did, before I pulled you over".

"Oh. Ok." Those two words had politely exited from nonnah's mouth.

Do I smell sexism?!

Such a frigging LIAR. Nonnah told me that he pursued her straight away, and it took him how much? 10 minutes to write that frigging ticket?

F#^*!ng @$$!*&% SOB

I was the one who was pissed off right there. We both were. We were all a pissed off happy family watching an unfair cop pulling away. That smirk on his face did it! I will never forget it.

I was the girl who always thought that the world was sweet. Everyone was nice, helpful, and deserve a second chance. Usually a smack on the face will do -- will wake me up and smell reality.

Thank God for a wasta (I pretty much oppose it), nonnah won't go to a court's hearing. I heard it's a pig's muddy barn out there.