Anyhoo, he said he’d be arriving here at 9:30 PM which allowed me ample time to go check my 7afartal friends in the kahwe.

He SMSed me 8:30, informing both of us he forgot the one hour difference in time zone.

At that time I was at another emirate, some 30 kilometers away.

I ignored basic road and safety rules for the first 5 kilometers until I remembered the 4 hour incident.

So I took my time reaching to him and left him stranded for another hour outside the airport, looking like a manwhore waiting to be picked up.

mihmihmihmihmih

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What I wanted to say is that the past week has taught us a great deal about our situation as a global community. It has exposed deficits in both sides of the war, the public’s stance against the global governments as well as how ridiculously absurd of a concept it is to not have a voice in a supposedly-democratic world.

The message that the average Gazan citizen is showing us is that not only do we have to defend our rights but also have compassion.

We have to be compassionate about our lives, our friends and family and our circumstances. Observing the war shows you how little your problems really are, and that most of them are not truly worth the fuss. While it is important to be realistic about your own problems (because, granted, anything compared to war is nothing), it is also important to realize that with a little more compassion in your life, at least some of the problems would be resolved.

Do not hate yourself. Most of us are living with the guilt that we cannot help the Palestinian people. But we cannot help them if we continually live in this guilt. We have to be compassionate towards ourselves and others, and the guys at 7iber and the whole Aramex movement across Jordan and the UAE showed how a little compassion can go a long way, for us as individuals – that we overcame the guilt and helped – and for the Palestinians who are, hopefully, receiving our donations and the moral support.

My best friend is cooking up a great plan for aid that doesn’t require you to move off your seat, and I would be informing you about it when we have it settled.

In these times, appreciate what you have, appreciate your life, and do not forget those less fortunate. Be realistic and give attention to problems that truly require your attention. Love your friends, your spouses, kids, family, and most importantly, love yourself, so that you can love others.

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And not only that, but I am also forced to attend with him the AC Milan match.

For those of you not in the know, I HATE soccer. In fact I find it utterly ridiculous. Why would I watch men wearing shorts running around a field following a ball only to shoot it away again? The only thing worse than soccer is baseball; people in pyjamas batting a ball into oblivion, running around in circles until it is someone else’s turn.

Oh, and he also plans to play the psychologically disturbing Silent Hill 5: Homecoming. I gave it a test-run yesterday and I have to say it’s one effing scary game I am not going to play (only because, after a certain scene and some sound cues, I knew that the mannequin-molesting dude [gross image warning]  is back and I have no balls to see him again ). The zombie nurse was hot, though, in a twisted way.

hot nurse

not your average doctor

But this time I am going to lay in MY terms. I will just have to think of something… but this is where I need YOUR help.

Please, give me ideas on how to make his stay here HELLISH!!

In the meantime I think I have to re-assemble my PC. Looks like some of the fans are noisy again.

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Sheikh Mohammad Bin Rashid Al Maktoum cancels all New Year celebrations in Dubai in solidarity with the Palestinian people.

You can read more here

Update: hotels holding meetings to cancel the events

Update: more Arab countries cancel New Year events

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Heck, even animals are much better and more compassionate than we are. 

Tomorrow people across the world will be partying and celebrating New Year, watching fireworks and competing against other countries/cities on the best fireworks display.

I myself won’t be attending the fireworks. There really is nothing to celebrate. If this is what the “New Year” brings, what’s to celebrate?

Yes, “life goes on”, but sometimes you need to pause to take a look. In a moving train you barely see the scenery. However, if in the background there is a tree lit up in flames, you’d pause, concentrate and take a good look. And you can do that while the train is still moving.

So far, presidents of the countries that constitute this corrupt world are phone calling each other to end this war. I can only assume a typical phone call goes like this:

President A: OMG! Did you see the news?!

President B: Yeah! Well my secretary told me then I had to watch it when President C called.

President A: We must do something!

President B: Indeed! Let’s make a statement of condemnation.

President A: Perfect! How about a summit?

President B: Great idea, we can group-condemn and the world can see we are as upset as they are.

But here’s the truth. These presidents are not protected by the fight-for-freedom-banner-carrying US. Israel is, and with the US just nodding, everything is suddenly humanitarian. Hamas are the enemy. Palestinians are the enemy. Kids eventually grow up to fight, so they’re the enemy too.

It’s of course, humanitarian. I mean, God forbid, a person in Gaza - cut off from the whole world - might fire a cylinder to hit the pavement and disturb people having a spa in Tel Aviv. “Oh Uhed, these kids make too much noise in the neighborhood”… “yes dear… guys, wipe them out”.

Those who yell and shout against Israel’s massacres are accused of hostility against Israel and antisemitism.

Come on guys, really, are you that stupid? Israel has a record of being chronically retarded in terms of anything humanitarian, claiming the land is “rightfully” theirs. They claim to have been “before Arabs” for thousands of years. Yet it took them till 1948 to decide to “settle” into someone else’s garden.

Israel is one ugly duckling that would grow into anything but a swan. It’s laughable, really, if you look at it from an alien’s perspective - how a group of people occupying a small piece of land on the whole planet is running the Global Show and everyone is an audience.

“But what CAN you do, really?” is a question that has always been asked. And no one - honestly - knows how to answer, including myself. We all have the rage, we all have the passion, and we’re all pissed off.

We have been conditioned by our governments - puppets in the Global Show - to not have any reaction. Any riot from us would put our countries in an “embarrassing” spot. Though if you look at it, EVERYONE across the world rallying against this creulty shows everyone else a clear message on what the good majority of people want.

And democracy goes with the majority, right? Or are the voters selected? 

There can’t be two states. There is only one state, which is Palestine, with Jerusalem its capital. We won’t stop Jews from their religion or a pilgrimage. We’ve allowed that for years across history. Jerusalem’s Quarters were not named randomly.

If you insist on having Israel as a state, then why doesn’t Big Cousin Bush donate a state to Israel? How about Alaska? We shouldn’t second-guess Israel anyway, right?

“The Land of the Free” isn’t the US - it’s Gaza. Even with their isolation from the rest of the world, the massacres, the oppression, Gazans are, without a doubt, the most powerful people on Earth.

That’s what freedom is.

You can visit Ali’s blog and moryarti’s to check on how to symbolically help in the US and Dubai, respectively.

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An international relief agency executive called on the international community to help children in Gaza, whom he said are literally facing extinction as a result of almost two years of an Israeli blockade against the strip. - Gulfnews

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

A few minutes ago on Al-Jazeera, a major in the Israeli army was asked if those little kids were on the list of “terrorists” that are to be killed.

Earlier they were listing every single leader I have heard of condemning the assault on Gaza that left 225 dead (as of this writing), and an urgent Arab Summit is to be called.

Till when is condemnation a sufficient “action”?

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I want to dedicate this post to Noura. At first I did not want to write “yet another Eid post”, but we all love and support Noura and let’s face it, long distance sucks! So below is a long and detailed account of everything I ate during my stay in Damascus.

I went to Damascus with really one thing in mind: to eat. I missed food. I didn’t care wether or not the food was healthy. It is home made food, with love from my grandma and mom. Except for shawerma of course, but it’s shawermaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

My grandma 7ayati spends most of the day cooking one meal. She goes into the kitchen at around 10 AM and we don’t get to it till 4:30 PM. But trust me when I say it’s the best dish you’d eat in your life! So for the first day I was treated to “shei5 el me7shi” (شيخ المحشي) which I was told was called “ma5shi” (مخشي) by Palestinians (correct me if I am wrong). For dinner we had whatever was in the house - cheese, eggs, shankleesh, and whatever smells weird and has been in the cupboard since last year.

The next day we were invited for breakfast at mom’s friend’s house. Too bad I was fasting because I missed out on “fatteh”. If you know me, this is without a doubt the most sacred meal to me. So not eating fatteh would hopefully be accepted as a sacrifice. But of course, if it were only fatteh. No no. They had to have everything that makes you fart for ages - fool mdammas, fool blaban, makdoos, some weird thing I tried to avoid and could swear was moving, and of course tabbouleh, fattoush o debes and that horrible creation called mtabbal.

But I didn’t eat any of that. I busied myself by taking photos of the food.

Then I told mom to replicate that breakfast for iftar. I couldn’t say which tasted better since I didn’t have a reference, but eating fatteh (which I only eat in Damascus) made me a very happy man.

The next day my dad decided we would eat breakfast outside, much to my resentment. So that meal was totally forgettable and I do not wish to discuss it further. As an apology, my dad took me and sis to the Old City, where I usually spend my time in summers anyway.

I love the Old City. It’s simply a brilliant spot of land. You could literally hear the walls and cobblestones talking to you. Though it was a bit quiet with most stores closed for Eid, بياعين الفستق remained open and I was obliged to take samples until I decided on the best, and I let my sister handle the price negotiations. No one says no to nice sweet girls, and ياما تحت السواهي دواهي (if this is the last post you read from me, I love you all).

At night we walked arround the Qassa3 area, one of the most beautiful spots in Damascus and a festive place. As a Christian community, everyone decorates their homes - interior and exterior - with a wonderful display of lights to celebrate Christmas and New Year. When I was there only a few were up, but I am sure by now everyone there is in FalalalalaLand.

Then I had to invite Qabbani, who was in town, for breakfast. Actually he invited himself but then I invited him after his invitations to feel that I have a word in this LOL! So he came over and he had to eat from MY fatteh el 7aywan, bas mashi bmoon. So for revenge I had mom force him to eat lots of ma3mool and weird Arabic sweets which names I cannot be bothered to remember. They all taste the same to me - mushy sugar and nuts down my esophagus.

Then came the big meal.

Kibbeh.

وما ادراك ما الكبة 

There is absolutely nothing more wonderful than have the whole family eating kibbeh next to the صوبية. And a pot of tea slowly being brewed on it and socks  hanging around so they can dry before we wear them to bed.

But it wasn’t tea, it seemed. It was ميرامية. I craved some مته right then but I’m the only one in the family with that acquired taste. So since mom doesn’t approve, it stays out. *sniffles*

I stuffed my suitcase with whatever food I could carry - roughly 6 kilos of food. I consumed half of them within a couple of days in Dubai and saved the rest for a rainy day.

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So for now this sums it up: Every time I hear or read the word “meeting” at office, a tiny black hole opens at the back of my brain and sucks in my conscious!

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I’m just exhausted right now - will post photos later on my photo blog. Sorry I won’t be catching up with your posts; there’s just too many of them! You guys are on a roll!

I hereby forbid you to post more than twice a week!

Anyhow I just finished mopping, I need to shave, shower and go get Peter!

PS: Anyone using wordpress 2.7 and not getting the sidebar with the links? It’s good I have the URLs memorized (geek) but it would be nice to have a working wordpress!

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Did anyone in Dubai get paid for last month? I didn’t! Am in such a good mood though I will bitch to the company when I get back. They better pay up before then! “Issues with transfer” my ass.

Anyhoo, December TTL launched so you can go have a peek.

See ya in a week!

Wow that rhymes. Am a poet!

You know the other day I wrote this amazing piece of art and I know I put it somewhere but then the oven had some food and the sauce was drying and I had to turn off the heater because I was doing the laundry but thankfully my car was parked close so I didn’t have to walk a lot.

I should stop smoking.

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But… wait! Where is it?!

Well before I give it to you:

What you’re about to see is a mockup. In otherwords, all the content, is by ME. So yes, I get to butcher lots of people here But it’s dedicated to our one and only HANI.

Remember! The “chatbox” is to be read bottoms-up!

Remember! It was written with LOVE! Nothing to be offended about!

So go ahead and ENJOY! >>>>>>>> CLICK HERE!

And don’t forget to comment on this post

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Well it did! Here’s the story.

Thursday night I was going out to pick up my friends and I stopped on the way over a bridge to take a photo of the traffic below. You know, for the upcoming TTL (which might be slightly delayed). I went down from my car and realized that I forgot the batteries at home. I got back into the car and drove off.

Little did I know that my wallet had dropped on the road right there and then.

I noticed the missing item within minutes as my internal clock triggered an OCD-checkup on all items in the car to ensure they’re all in their designated compartments. I went back to the site and searched to no avail. I went OCD on my car; nothing. I called up the bank to block my account and I went to the police station to file a report for my driving license and my missing wallet.

Sunday, 12:23 AM, I get a phone call from a local number. A guy who can barely speak English and no other language communicated to me that he has my wallet and I have to meet him. He decided to meet me in the mall parking lot (2 minutes from my place).

I went to the mall (which I knew is still open) and didn’t find anyone who looked like he was waiting for me. I called back, he didn’t pick up. After half an hour (and the mall closed) I went back home.

Then he called again, and told me he is leaving and will be there in 20 minutes.

My videogame-based mind started its permuations through my “history logs” and I picked up a possible threat. Empty parking lot behind the mall at 1:30 past midnight? It has GTA written all over it.

I called the cops, gave them the numbers I got contacted from and they told me they’d send some patrol to my area.

Meanwhile, I utilized the 20 minutes and made a tour around the mall to check all possible places where I can escape from (or get attacked from) if I am in or out of the car. I saw the police patrol and we discussed my concern. They had a list of gangs/criminals they’re looking for whom they suspect “do their business” in this area. They decided to conceal themselves.

mall with parking

I waited in the car, rolled down the windows only enough for me to get some fresh air, locked the doors, put the handbrakes down and gear on D for an easy escape when needed.

Three men approached. I made a quick scan of the surroundings for more people. There were some labormen. I tried not to be paranoid, but I remained cautious - ie not to escape through that route. I used EagleVision to check questionable portrudings in their pockets (weapons) and made sure their hands were always facing front.

The guy started talking to me, asking questions about the contents of the wallet. Fine, I thought. All is good. Their country of origin though is politically questionable.

He took out my wallet to hand it over. ie, I had to roll down my window. That was the cue for the cops.

Within seconds, they came out and grinded to a halt next to me. One of the guys was in total shock, one remained calm and the third rushed to the police vehicle. The cop talked to him while the second cop kept an eye on the other two. What upset me was that the police car blocked my escape route.

While I was mad at myself for not having put the police car into my escape formula (and mentally trying to load the “Load Saved Game” menu to redo the whole thing), the cops sorted out their business and I was given my wallet back, all items and money intact.

I went back home, thanked the people, and reminded myself that there are still some honest folks out there. Still, I will have my license replaced. You know, just in case I was wrong

ZOMG am turning into Qwaider LOL!

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If not, imbeciles!

I don’t need your pardon of course, but I’m quite swarmed with stuff at the moment and I have litte brain cells to spare - so I spend my brain cell leftovers reading “You Can Be Happy No Matter What” (as if I need someone to teach me psychology) concurrently with “Samarkand“.

And the other spare time I spend on weekends (given all my friends left town / got fired|laid off and left town / having exams / busy with their wives|girlfriends|fiances) is utilized by finishing up the stack of pending games. One of them is positively gory.

Not to mention am taking night classes three times a week 6:30 - 10:30.

And two weeks from now am going to Syria for another week to spend Eid with my family.

I cram my days a lot right?

Sooooooooooo as you can see I have little time to see if you passed your exams or have emptied your closets or had babies or killed said babies or are bitching about some browser privacy issues or contemplating the demise of the universe or having religious fevers or discussing Middle East prospects or debating Arabic music or feeling sad for the hungry and poor while Dubai has the extravagant opening to Atlantis hotel or posting the 20 year old email stating the differences between males and females or idolizing Michael Jackson or wondering what’s going on with Syrian blogs or or or.

BUT!

The good news is that the next issue of Moogle Thoughts is 70% done (yes it’s that much effort, Hani) and it should be out before I leave to Syria (so I can read your comments of course). So stay tuned!

Or not…

But I know you will.

I mean.

It’s Moogle

pata

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هي القصة:

مثل ما بتعرفو، عملت ليزك من شهرين ونص ورحت من فترة للمراجعة. اجا الدكتور وتفرج على شعراتي النهفة وحط المجهر وفحص عيني.

جميل جميل.. كل شي تمام الحمدالله. مبروك كنان عيونك ماشالله ممتازين.

منيح خبر حلو.

بس رموشك زباله!

مين؟

رموشك يا أفندي.. شي مقرف!

ليش؟ خير شبن؟

ورجيني تشوف… اع! ليش هيك يا كنان، شو ما بتغسل؟ ما عندكم مي بالبيت؟

يا زلمة بغسل وأنا عم نشف، شو فيييي احكي!

لازم نضف رموشك هلأ..

تفضل

كنان عيوني سماع، عيونك ما فيهن شي الحمدالله بس رموشك ملتهبين.

لك كيف رموش بتلتهب يا زلمه! كلن شعر!

اه مزبوط هو الإلتهاب بجفونك بس رموشك إلي أكلت خرى.

بالله شو؟

يعني بتاخد هاد المرهم ست أشهر

نعم؟ مشان رموش؟

بدك تصفى بلا رموش؟

طيب ماشي.

………………

فمثل ما شايفين، مين في واحد متخلف بالدنيا مفصوم بتلتهب رموشه؟ يعني بين كل شي متخلف بالدنيا، اجاني إلتهاب رموش؟

على قولت صاحبي، أجدب!

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Sadly we were disappointed.

From the animated intro to the film I knew this wasn’t a normal addition to the series. The festive, colorful animations have been replaced by a an almost literal visual translation of the words Quantum and Solace. The oddly blue hues and purples already depressed most of the audience - and with sexy female figures not prominently featured, the male audience was disappointed.

she got nice legs, but she’s not hot enough for Bond Girl

Things turn to the better though when the film begins with an awesome, adrenaline-infused car chase. The incomprehensible story surfaces almost immediately, as I recognized from the get-go that this was a direct continuation from Casino Royale. Not that it really mattered to me personally - Bond films didn’t put much attention on story anyway.

Sadly, I was proved a tad wrong.

Quantum of Solace tries hard - for a Bond film - to focus its story on emotions. It really weakened the film in my opinion since you’re not expected to put in brain effort while watching such a movie. Not that the story was heavy in any way, but there were story elements that were carried from the previous movie. Moneypenny’s role as a moral advisor to Bond’s bewildered state of mind from whatever happened in the previous movie made me feel like I was forced to care about the characters.

Problem is, the cast is poorly developed. With the exception of Bond and Mon, the rest of the crew’s performance ranged from abysmal to mediocre. Camille’s - the Bond Girl here - story is a typical cliche you cannot care less about. The movie takes itself too seriously but it’s doing so by a weak, underdeveloped (and overly used) storyline while maintaining a gritty look and atmosphere. The storyline got overly burdened when it felt like a lecture about the current global issues - from water supply to Africa to oil. It’s tedious to squeeze all this into a two hour flick.

On the bright side of things, Daniel Craig’s portrait of Bond and Judi Dench’s of M is superb. They fit the roles naturally and even when everyone else was trying hard to be serious, they delivered a solid dramatic performance when needed. The movie’s pastel color tones and subdued hues added to the grittiness in a good way, and in fact made the film seem more “classy”. Whatever action sequences were there were choreographed well, despite some “crazy camera” issues at times when the producer tried to convey a sense of action by throwing you mind-boggling amount of scenes per second. 

Overall, while I think it is a good thing if a Bond film is a film you would want to care about, the lack of (or little of) trademark Bond aspects made this film less like Bond and more like a Borne flick gone awry.

Whether that means anything it’s up to you.

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Yup you read that right! That’s me.

I’m undiagnosed but it’s safe to say I am pretty much OCD. If it ain’t symmetrical, it ain’t right. Although I LOVE spontaneous events and days… I have to be mentally prepared for them. When I went to Amman for instance I have mentally prepared myself that the week would be unorganized chaotic fun.

But take for example yesterday. Punctuality is something I worship. My technical architect told me he would be meeting me at 4:30. He knows I leave office at 5, because there is a long chain of events that follow that depend on me leaving at 5.

At 4:27 I was panicking.

He came in at 4:42 and we finished up at 5:18. In Dubai, traffic-dependent schedules are pushed by an exponential factor per lost minute.

Knowing from experience the traffic load on the roads, I went through an alternate route that’s longer but less congested. However my brain just could not get over the fact that I had to take such a long route because my fuel tank had been filled under the assumption it would be enough to get me to my sister’s work and back home through the normal route.

Which meant I had to stop by to refill at a petrol station which cost me more time and threw my OCD thought patterns out of the window - because I had calculated I would be filling it at the petrol station next to the supermarket where I’d be able to purchase some goods by the time the tank is topped.

With that out of the window I wouldn’t be able to purchase from the supermarket, with the time lost factor multiplier I had to cancel the supermarket if I were to complete my other pending tasks I had to finish before 11 PM.

But that meant something else and the list really went on and on and on.

And that’s how I think, most of the time, most of the day, every day!

Of course, I mentally typed this post while I was driving to office, complete with the typos and with this paragraph informing you about it

I know my problem, which is a great thing. I am aware of almost all my problems. I just am not able to fix myself - because my brain is so awesome it knows the solutions and therefore renders itself immune to them.

Which is why I have been coercing my colleague at work secretly without my brain’s subconscious awareness to help me over the past few weeks, so he got me a nice book which I would be reading.

Now of course the issue is - to find the time to read it!

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Daily homicides and maid suicide stories notwithstanding of course.

Dubai isn’t too worried about terrorists flying through their well built and marvelously engineered works of art to bring them down.

They’re doing a pretty good job getting people killed without any external help. I don’t have the exact report but if you’ve been keeping track of construction “incidents” related to poor health and safety protocols you’d get a formidable sum of labourers who lost their lives.

Just this morning, a monolith crane (yes, crane) tumbled down on unsuspecting people in the middle of Sheikh Zayed Road - arguably the most commuted road in the whole country.

WTF? Yup, wtf as much as you want at the following photos.

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While stories of people in coma on the news is not uncommon, what shocked me the most were the series of archived articles related to the main story.

I went through all of them to discover that this woman, who had a stroke while shopping in 2004, has been abandoned by her husband and her family, and has been taken care of at the hospital’s expense for five years.

First off kudos to the hospital for treating a patient like any hospital should.

Secondly, WTF?!

This married woman was abandoned by her husband and her family! Several Finnish people in the UAE have tried contacting the embassy but the woman was also abandoned by her government.

Outrageous!

The news made it to Finland a couple of months ago where people shared more than what’s on their mind. The woman was finally taken back to her country where she was (while in coma) reunited with her (obviously) not too happy husband.

How could someone just abandon their wife, mother, daughter, heck… citizen!

In related coma news, a mother whose daughter is in a coma is asking the government to help sponsor a care taker for her (as she cannot afford it), and the government is refusing - even though Gulf News readers donated enough money to afford a care taker.

WTF!

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At the beginning of each month I will be bringing you a collection of photos I took around the UAE. I am thinking of having themes to the photos, something like categories where each photo should represent an aspect of the UAE during that month.

But for now the collection is random. Feel free to go check it out here and comment if you wish!

Now do you suggest I put links to the various TTL collections in the Frame page or the index (where each TTL will have a thumb)? Or should I create a TTL page and link to them from there?

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Enjoy the show!

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Work @ office, downhill… hard to concentrate… damn UNIX, damn HP, damn wading through log files.

Traffic, traffic, traffic… I dunno how anyone gets anything done in this city… unless you live next to your office and everything you would ever need (including your business contacts) are within 5 km.

Was going to attend Leena Chamamyan tonight but my brain is throbbing I might not go.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! *puts everything on silent*

Anyone has a medicine for migrane?! Apparently Braufen 600 just makes me hungry and thirsty.

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Talk about horrible time management!

A year ago I launched my photoblog on blogger. It got some nice attention but now that I have moved to my own domain, it’s time for an upgrade. I finally finished fixing the photoblog to “acceptable and tolerable” levels (ie ready for human consumption). It still needs work but for now I can safetely launch it

SO GO THERE NOW!

(and compare it to the old blog if you wish)

I added a few new photos (that you have already seen anyway) but will be adding more. You can also find album collections if you wish (which will be updated frequently).

I am cooking a new project for the photo blog which I will launch soon (hopefully by 1st November)… but don’t worry I will announce the launch here too

Will keep you posted!

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