You read that right. And I am just as bewildered. [obvious note: 'adult' content follows. Kids interested in learning about sex should go here] It happened yesterday, as I was waiting for my friend to arrive. I decided to kill time before lunch by going to the beach (in Ajman) in the middle of the day to enjoy a true winter’s noon – chilly winds and a burning bright sun. My body was perplexed by that very combination, but it felt comfortable to be BBQed at a deceivingly cool temperature. As I admired the seagulls being chased by a species of roaches I had nightmares...

يعني يخزي العين عليها وعلى هيك دعاية! أنا ما عندي أي فكرة عن البرنامج بس كونها بتحكي شامي متل إلي داحشه منشر غسيل بالعرض بحنكها، مالي مضطر. بعدين معلش سمحولي إلي بده هيك منظر، هيفاء وهبي أحلى وعلى الأقل “بتتفنن”، سو تو سبيك

There was a time when happy moments were shared by people, when friends share their happy moments (or sad if you wish) with each other, when people confided in each other, when people talked about dreams and ambitions and plans and how to find the G-spot (before the advent of the internet, that is). It’s either that this time passed (which I know didn’t) or people I surround myself with just rather like to casually say over hookah “Oh btw I got engaged.” No way! Well I am glad you didn’t tell me before that you were interested in someone because I would...

Just a moment ago I freaked out at Facebook’s “suggested friend” feature. Typically, most of the people who do pop up there are either college friends I didn’t add yet, people I don’t know but went to my college, or people in the UAE or my workplace who have mutual friends. This morning, the suggestion was for an awesome photographer who’s only link between the two of us is his presence on my Google’s RSS and a comment or two on his photo blog. My privacy settings are super strict and I have blocked almost all FB application in existence except...

I have to admit, I am a psycho, and I am proud of being a psycho. It’s probably because it makes me different. Anyhow. A dear friend of mine is going through some trouble. Some major trouble. The Women kind of trouble. Specifically, the wedding was called off a week before the date. Yup. Being quite notorious for my willingness to offer help, he turned to me to console him and give him a helping hand through the mess he’s in. And, as usual, I took it upon myself to help in any way possible. Which means Psycho Mode. I am one who believes that to truly help...