After yet another day at work, on my way home I thought I cannot make any sense of this even if I try. Life here in general, it is unreal. There may be another word to describe it, but right now I don't know any better. Palm trees, sand, hot and humid weather. Maid, gardener. Luxury shopping malls, no expenses have been saved in planning and implementing all this. I am beginning to think I have no part to play in building this society, that I have nothing to contribute, nothing to give to these people. That's just how I am today, the way I feel. Life sometimes offers second chances, I was lucky to get this one and it enabled me to work in the Middle East once more, but there are more and more days when I feel this particular second chance was not a blessing. One in disguise, maybe.. that is a possibility. In any case, I have paid off my debts, I am financially more secure, which was one of my goals. I was not ready to go just yet, but my intuition tells me something else.
July 31, 2007
July 30, 2007
Vicious circle
Questions are endless and they keep on coming;
Is the grass greener on the other side?
Is it true?
Why me?
Why can't I forget?
Que hora es?
Is it too late?
Still the life goes on in the land of extreme heat and humidity. The very end of July has brought yet another month to an end, with stifling humidity. This can only mean that the weather is changing- more humidity, shamals, sunshine. It is burning hot especially during the midday. Sweat pouring out, when I just pop my head out of the door. Sunglasses are a must here, therefore I own three pairs of them now. Excessive.. Ok.
The car survives the heat, but the ABS warning lights are still intermittently on and the whole dashboards is lit up like a Christmas tree. I drive the car until it stops. Sometimes the brakes resist, and the car jumps like a kangaroo. Speeding is obviously out of question, since the brakes are no longer 100% reliable.
Shopping.. well, just once.. a vague memory of shopping at Carrefour few weeks ago. Nothing expensive, just every days necessities. Tampons are hard to find here, there is an occasional selection at the local store, but most of the time I go to Geant or Carrefour and buy truckloads of them. All other products are available.. Except for Yogi Tea- someone said I could get it in Bahrain, but I have not yet been there. Besides I have three unopened boxes of Yogi Tea here, remains of my vacation in London last month. Seems even that was ages ago.
Do I now need to write
"Thank You"
at the end here, like some people do when they write e-mails at work. Heck, I'd read the message anyway, no need to thank me for anything.
Is the grass greener on the other side?
Is it true?
Why me?
Why can't I forget?
Que hora es?
Is it too late?
Still the life goes on in the land of extreme heat and humidity. The very end of July has brought yet another month to an end, with stifling humidity. This can only mean that the weather is changing- more humidity, shamals, sunshine. It is burning hot especially during the midday. Sweat pouring out, when I just pop my head out of the door. Sunglasses are a must here, therefore I own three pairs of them now. Excessive.. Ok.
The car survives the heat, but the ABS warning lights are still intermittently on and the whole dashboards is lit up like a Christmas tree. I drive the car until it stops. Sometimes the brakes resist, and the car jumps like a kangaroo. Speeding is obviously out of question, since the brakes are no longer 100% reliable.
Shopping.. well, just once.. a vague memory of shopping at Carrefour few weeks ago. Nothing expensive, just every days necessities. Tampons are hard to find here, there is an occasional selection at the local store, but most of the time I go to Geant or Carrefour and buy truckloads of them. All other products are available.. Except for Yogi Tea- someone said I could get it in Bahrain, but I have not yet been there. Besides I have three unopened boxes of Yogi Tea here, remains of my vacation in London last month. Seems even that was ages ago.
Do I now need to write
"Thank You"
at the end here, like some people do when they write e-mails at work. Heck, I'd read the message anyway, no need to thank me for anything.
July 13, 2007
The Car
It did not come as a surprise that the rear car window got stuck this morning. It was quite expected really, as the car is more than 12 years old. Brakes, window opening mechanisms, door opening mechanism... what else.. It is falling apart.
Automatic transmission is the best feature, and I would never voluntarily go back into a manual one again. Brand new cars do not cost a fortune here, so that will be my next goal.
I just hope and pray the car won't give up in the middle of the road- I would not know what to do then.
Oh and that is not all. The battle with the window this morning, when I desperately tried to shut it lead to few injuries; the window escaped without a scratch, but I have a black eye after hitting my head into the corner of the window, broke two nails and more scratches on the wrist. This just strengthened my resolve to junk this car and buy a new one.
I watched a movie called "Glasshouse- The Good mother". Thriller. Well, it did nothing to me. The two kids in the film have been adopted by a "friendly" couple, who have lost their son a year before. Little do these kids know, the parents are total nutcases, and they are in for torture and terror. Fear trip that is. This must be one of those disappointing class B movies that never make it to the big screen. Not brilliant, not excellent, nowhere near!
Automatic transmission is the best feature, and I would never voluntarily go back into a manual one again. Brand new cars do not cost a fortune here, so that will be my next goal.
I just hope and pray the car won't give up in the middle of the road- I would not know what to do then.
Oh and that is not all. The battle with the window this morning, when I desperately tried to shut it lead to few injuries; the window escaped without a scratch, but I have a black eye after hitting my head into the corner of the window, broke two nails and more scratches on the wrist. This just strengthened my resolve to junk this car and buy a new one.
I watched a movie called "Glasshouse- The Good mother". Thriller. Well, it did nothing to me. The two kids in the film have been adopted by a "friendly" couple, who have lost their son a year before. Little do these kids know, the parents are total nutcases, and they are in for torture and terror. Fear trip that is. This must be one of those disappointing class B movies that never make it to the big screen. Not brilliant, not excellent, nowhere near!
July 05, 2007
Junk mail
You know who you are, sending me jokes and other so called fun stuff to my work e-mail. Well, you might as well stop. I know who you are, who you report to, I know your office telephone number and even the building. Who's stalking who..? Yes, I also do feel I am being watched sometimes.
CCTV and spy cameras all over the place, you can't get away here.
Anyway this electronic mail stalker probably thinks he's doing me a favor, asking me to read this crap he sends me and even has nerve to ask me to send him a "receipt" when the mail has been read. I never bother.
Just to let the stalker guy A.D know that the jokes don't make me laugh. Pictures he sends do not make me smile. They might as well be blank e-mails.
Come and talk to me straight if you have something to say. I promise I will listen if you have something clever to say, if you look smart and if you are polite. Fair?
CCTV and spy cameras all over the place, you can't get away here.
Anyway this electronic mail stalker probably thinks he's doing me a favor, asking me to read this crap he sends me and even has nerve to ask me to send him a "receipt" when the mail has been read. I never bother.
Just to let the stalker guy A.D know that the jokes don't make me laugh. Pictures he sends do not make me smile. They might as well be blank e-mails.
Come and talk to me straight if you have something to say. I promise I will listen if you have something clever to say, if you look smart and if you are polite. Fair?
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