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The Ego
Well well well ... the first decade of the 21st century is over. Seems like only a few months ago that people were stressing out about the impending 'Y2K bug' (remember that? :D) and goodness knows what else.

If I had to think of 2009 in random bullet points for myself:
- My grandfather passed away this year; without a doubt the worst time of my life this year and in the last few years anyway...
- Moving out of Dubai to study abroad
- Doing something I promised myself as a child that I'd never do until a certain period of my life arrived... and enjoying it.
- Not being paid for the work I did and getting it after literally hounding that person
- Getting a cool internship with a Dubai-based publishing house
- Going on a two week trip with friends to UK for my graduation... easily the best time I had in 2009
- Today, on 31st, being told by someone that I now possess an 'hourglass figure'. Sweetheart, after being once bullied in a school field by boys who followed me with taunts of 'fatty' ... it felt good to hear you say that... thank you.
- Becoming an active Tweeter

Must be loads of other things though... just a quick review.. of 2009. It wasn't brilliant...but it had its moments. Here's to a good 2010.

Happy New Year everyone ... hope it's a successful one for you.
The Ego
The mind is a wonderful thing. So is imagination. When I read a book - and this I started at a young age - I would imagine what the scene would look like in great detail. It added so much more to the reading experience. That's probably why so many times, people hate movie adaptations of books. They can look wrong. Or they can cast an actor whom readers think don't fit the character at all. I guess I'm most satisfied with the Lord of the Rings series though; the movies were masterpieces.

The mind can also turn against you though. Imagination can be used against you. It can be used to turn against you; it can twist a serrated knife into your flesh and throw salt over all the f***ing wounds in your head.

Shifting between trying to think nothing at all and basically being a zombie to thinking torturous thoughts and screaming so loudly in one's mind that you think you'd actually lose your voice after that... there's not much to choose from is there?
The Ego
Hiya readers of this blog

I'm in Dubai again for a short while before I go back to UK for my next semester and exams. Before my flight, I was petrified I would not make it because of so many flight cancellations in UK coz of the severe weather conditions, i.e., the intensity of the snowstorms. But after hours of de-icing the runway, we took off (We were in the plane the whole time; I saw an entire movie before the plane took off hehe).

Finally landed in Dubai and well, I started sweating. Zip from minus degree weather to sunny 20-something...what else do you expect?

Interesting trip so far. Can't believe how much I missed the water-sprays next to commodes. And shawarmas.

Ummm ... will blog later I guess.
The Ego
It was 6.30am today. A Sunday. Like Dubai's Saturday. Free. Holiday. Weekend. Where people don't need to get up at 6.30am (my Mom wakes me up between 7am-8am in Dubai but here I'm my own mistress, so 6.30am is NO-NO for me!).

BUT I DID WAKE UP.

And why?

I heard the vacuum cleaner on. And my first thought is (and admittedly it consists of foul language but hey... think of the circumstances!), "Who the f*** is vacuuming at this time in the morning on a Sunday?!!??!" I try to cover my ears and go back to sleep but it's not working. The noise goes on...and on... and on... then stops. Then starts again!!! Within 5 minutes, I hear angry voices. Having giving up any hope of heading back to dreamland or nightmareland or whatever, I open my door and see Flatmate1 (refer previous post where Flatmate1 was the one who was complaining, ironically enough, about the noise from Flatmate 2's room) arguing with Ms Green (that is what I'm gonna call my good friend from the flat), with 31 (that's what I'm going to call my other nice flatmate) looking on. I walk towards them and see that Flatmate 1 was using the vacuum in her room. Okay, so am gonna call Flatmate 1 'Sleeper' from now on and Flatmate 2 'The Latecomer' from now on since it looks like I'm going to be blogging about this story more than I thought I had to. The convo went something like so:

Ms Green: Why are you Hoovering at 6.30am in the morning?
Sleeper: I couldn't sleep.
Ms Green: So you decided to wake the whole flat up with your noise? Maybe you can't sleep but that doesn't give you the right to disturb us!
Sleeper: I haven't slept for TWO MONTHS and you don't care!
*The Latecomer comes out of her room at this point*
Sleeper: *points at Latecomer* YOU make SO much noise! I can hear you... HITTING THE WALL with your foot!
Latecomer: Why would I hit the wall with my foot?!?!
Sleeper: I don't know... but you are! I can't sleep!
Ms Green: Are you sure it's not coming from outside?
Sleeper: No. When it comes from outside, I can sleep.
Me: Erm, have you bought ear plugs?
Sleeper: Yes. I still can't sleep.
Ms Green: This is insane. I'm going to complain ABOUT YOU.
31: *addressing Sleeper in a nice, calm way* This is not nice...you must stop.
Sleeper: I don't care if you all can't sleep. I can't sleep either. I will vacuum.

Then the street where I live saw 3 girls walking to the security desk in their pajamas and hoodies.

Fun Sunday morning.
The Ego
Closed Eyes did this and tagged anyone who wanted to do it and it's my way of taking a break from my revisions!!!
I tag Stained and Neel.

1. Were you named after anyone?
No.

2. When was the last time you cried?
I'd say about two weeks back.


3. Do you like your handwriting?
Uhuh, I think it's quite good. Definitely legible and neat. Yea I'm praising myself. What's new?

4. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?
I'm not sure. I apparently make terrible first impressions. If I got to know me better, then yes.

5. Do you use sarcasm?
Yup.

6. How do you want your life to be in a couple of years? (realistically please)
Working in a magazine, successful at my work, and probably be settled relationship-wise. Also I want my bro to have spoken by then :)

7. Would you bungee jump?
No. Never. I'm chicken. *squawk*

8. What is your favorite cereal?
I'm not a big fan of cereal; just do corn flakes. Or Chocos.

9. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Yus yus.

10. Would you move again?
I have to, in less than a year. No choice.

11. What is the first thing you notice about people?
Their hair and the way they behave, i.e. the impression they make.

12. Red or pink?
What a silly question!!! RED!!!

13. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
I take on more tension than I need to.

14. What do you miss the most?
Shawarmas.
Okay I lie. I miss Mom, bro, Jo and Stained quite equally.

15. Do you want everyone to complete this list?
Whoever I tagged, yes.

16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?
My red and pink tartan-design pajamas and my red-pink-black house slippers.

17. What are you listening to right now?
The bzzzzzzzz of my laptop at certain intervals and the noises of my keyboard.

18. What annoys you the most?
People who lie and people who pretend to be something they're not.

19. Favorite smell?
Well for myself? True Star by Hilfiger or Provocative Woman by Elizabeth Arden OR Cool Water by Davidoff. Otherwise I love how my bro smells ...always like talcum powder or something! Oh and Stained's neck.

20. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
MOOOMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! :D

21. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Uhuh, she seems cool and is a good writer!

22. Favorite sports to watch?
Can I say none? The only sport I can watch though is cricket. But it's lost its charm lately :(

23. Hair color?
Black? Dark brown?

24. Eye color?
Chocolate :D

25. Do you have any major regrets?
No...

26. Favorite food?
Anything Mom makes. She da best.

27. Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings

28. Last movie you watched, and with whom?
I saw The Proposal (for the 2nd time) and alone :)

29. What color shirt are you wearing?
Red pajama top...with a cow on it :D

30. Summer or winter?
Ummmm... After experiencing winter in UK... my answer is... Dubai's winter and UK's summer!!! :D

31. Hugs or kisses?
Can I have both? Please? Please? PLEASE???

32. Most likely to respond?
Erm, I won't be surprised if neither.

33. Least likely to respond?
Both whom I tagged :P

34. What book are you reading now?
McNae's Essential Law for Journalists. It's actually quite interesting!

35. What is on your mouse pad?
The...err... mouse? Oh you mean design? It's the car McQueen from the animation movie 'Cars'.

36. What did you watch on tv last night?
I have not seen TV since I've come to UK. Two reasons: one, I have no time; two, you need a TV licence to watch TV here and no one in my flat has the time or wants to watch anything (we all look like haggard bums at the moment coz we're all superbusy). So...nothing!

37. What little thing makes you happy?
When I get phone calls or sms's from my special peeps.

38. Rolling stones or beatles?
Neither.

39. What is the farthest you have been from home?
UNITED KINGDOOOM!!!!!!!

40. Do you have a special talent?
I can read really fast? I think I write well though.

41. Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back?
Both whom I tagged!!!

42 how did you meet your spouse/significant other?
University

The Ego
Apparently I have a type. Of man that is. Or so Photgrafia says.

We got onto the topic somehow (am STILL not sure how) and after giving up my crush-and-love history which entailed age, nationality (yes I roam across borders :P) and basic physical features, he said this:
I feel like you like to be taken care of. From what I understand..,here is my analysis: you like certain types [who are] smarter or equal; stronger in terms of experience and intelligence, [they are] care-takers or at least seem promising...hence [the men you liked/love are] older. You like mature men than you...not maybe physically but mentally and emotionally.

Anyone care to comment?
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