to my small world.

Here's hoping that J gets to spend more time with his family instead of working till 2 in the morning.
Here's hoping that my friend finally gets the break he deserves.
Here's hoping that the Cheese-guy rids himself of his loneliness instead of drowning himself in alcohol and drugs.
Here's hoping that S gets to lead her own life instead of living for her parents.
Here's hoping her parents find a life of their own and learn to let go.
Here's hoping the Peaceguy finally finds peace.
Here's hoping my sister gets to pursue her dream and becomes what she wants to be.
Here's hoping N won't be so bitter with life and gives happiness a chance.
Here's hoping I am less angry and more at peace with myself.
Here's hoping I find myself this new year.

Here's to hope.

Happy New Year

Why I don't usually call my granma

"Everyone else your age is married. What are you planning to do? Don't you want to get married? Why are you avoiding it like this? I only want to see you happy. When will you get married? Everyone keeps asking me why you are not married. What am I supposed to say? Why do you make me weep like this? Have you not hurt me enough? Why are you punishing me like this? I'm not well, but still I keep going to all the temples and pray to God to make you see reason and get married. Why are my prayers not working? Why don't you stop being so stubborn? I'm not even asking you to get married to someone of my choice. You can choose whoever you want, as long as everyone else in the family will be happy with him. (hah! of course!) Choose someone who will be accepted by our family. The choice is yours. (right!) Why are you not saying anything? When will you get married? huh? "

Umm... can I call you back granma?

To leave or not to leave

What I like about Dubai.

the job. the cars. the people. the shoes. the roads. the nice policemen. the very convenient convenience stores at the gas stations. all those people from all the different countries i get to meet. the respect.. no.. the consideration they show to women. the access i have ( but i don't really do anything about it, so does that count?) to so many other places. the possibilities.

And what I don't.

the fact that i have to live with my parents. the lack of friends... the no-life life i lead.




So... will leaving be the biggest mistake of my life or will it be the best thing i (n)ever did?

Tis the season to be jolly... ah fuck it.

I'm in hate with my life all over again.

Mere haath ki in Lakeeron mein likhe abhi aur kithne sitam,
Khafaa Ho gayein hain khushi waqt sey ho rahein hain meherbaan Gam...

I SO wish i was kidding!

So my mum crossed this red light and my car got totalled by this other car.

And this happened on the day she went to get the car back from the mechanic. When she called me I was like... are you freakin kiddin me?!

Mum's fine.

But now I have no car.

What a fantastic start to the last month of the year!

Oh Joe!

Joe(my Rav4) is in trouble again.

He's not been the same since that last accident.
The other day, in the middle of Emirates Rd., he started spouting steam and making weird hissing and sputtering noises. I checked the hot-cold thingy in the controls and it was at H!
I cut the engine and moved the car to the side of the road where it was sandy and … do you see where I’m going with this.... ?

Yeah. I got stuck in the freakin sand!

So then, after refusing numerous offers from Arab guys who wanted ‘drop me home’ I called up my Iranian friend who came and rescued me from there and took me home. I had to wait for about 45mins for him to come and get me, but had enough entertainment to keep me from being bored.
I was standing out with the hood up and staring at the engine (what was I supposed to do!? I’m no mechanic!) and saw a 5-car collision happen riiight in front of me. No one was hurt or anything, just the nut in front hit the brakes or was going too slow or something and all the others behind him went BANG BANG BANG BANG!! Then the drivers all got out and looked sheepishly at each other…
Like I said… entertainment! *grin*

When Iranian guy finally arrived, we left Joe in the sand, cos the traffic was too bad and we wouldn’t have been able to pull him out then.

The next day, same friend (who is into off-roading in a serious way), took me back to where Joe was stuck and took out his 4 x 4 rescue kit to try and pull Joe out.

We went alllllll the way out to the middle of Emirates road and took a U-turn and came back to where Joe was and got out of the car and I realized…….go on, you know me well enough by now…. guess what I didn’t do….
Yup.

I had forgotten my freaking keys!

So we had to go all the way back home, pick the damn keys up, and drive back and then try and pull Joe out. But Joe was stuck too deep and my friend's Jeep almost got stuck as well!
We finally ended up calling the Recovery guys to tow him out and now Joe is in the garage.

It’s time for Joe to retire.
And me too, if the traffic is gonna remain as crazy as it is. Or move somewhere closer to work!

Driving in dxb is dangerous! (I take this tunnel everyday everyday!)