Sunday, October 22, 2006

shy.girl.on.wild.rides

So Dr. George O'Malley is gay?! I had a thing for him. ;(

It's good to be back home for eid..

Work .. I'm loving it ..
Dubai .. I'm getting used to. I've never spent more than an hour in the apartment, well except when it's sleeping time. I've always been out doing God knows what.


Ramadhan there.. I never felt it. I mean, it wasn't that spiritual and that's quite sad isn't it?

Probably the white lies had a helping hand (waaay too sad man). I practically lied in the past 4 weeks. Gosh, I have never lied that much in my entire life. Don't get me wrong, I've been forced into it. I've got a 29 year old cousin who is as wild as a blueberry. When it's time for iftar, we sometimes plan eating out at an amazing place with a view of Madinat Jumeirah. To get away from eating iftar at my relative's house, she forces me to lie to uncle and aunt. I don't know about you guys, but my relatives hate it when we break our fast away from home-made food.

I love chilling out with her till the middle of the night with her addictive minty hookah.
She's fun alright. Fun & funny .. hmm.. a story that just keeps cracking me up whenever I remember it: she was once on a red carpet. Half way through the paparazzied lane, her thong snaps (I had to say this haah).. you guys get to imagine the rest.

Her sister is just the opposite. A sleeping bag she is. Her day starts at 11 PM in Ramadhan; yeahh, she's that laid back. So whenever I go out with her, I need my whole strength just to lift my poor sleepy eyelids.

Sexygoba, you're a sweetheart! Thanks for the talks, and the night at the khor. The kabab was delish. We should go out for some real crepes next time when you're back from your trip! You're missed already! ;/

They say Bahrain's small, but I say Dubai's way smaller. In the four weeks I spent there, I've coincedently bumped into a former college friend, a high school classmate and shockingly my ex...

The day I rented the car, was the day I got lost for 2 hours in Dubai's compacted roads. Roaming around like an idiot, honking at drivers to tell me which way's the right way, I even arrived an hour late to work. So much for an excellent first impression.

But now, touch on wood, touch on wood, I'm the next bint batutta. ;D


I Don't Trust Myself

John Mayer. From the album: Continuum. 2006
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