Random (hopefully funny) ramblings

Well, I can see people are not amused by my poetry, except for one of you of course! So since my readership is limited anyway, I will definitely put up some poetry later, just for you my friend, mushy or otherwise.

I usually look forward to summer. And now that it has arrived, I despise it. The bloody insects hound me. In winter, I can walk around on the streets and sip my coffee peacefully. Now I have to spend more time looking at my ice cream, to make sure that nothing that flies, slides or crawls finds its way into my food, instead of looking both sides before crossing the road. And I don’t want to die young. At least the thought hasn’t crossed my mind as yet. Summer makes me a sinner. I probably kill as much as Bush does. Though he has people to do his killing and probably even swat his flies. But I just can’t help it. They even manage “to boldly go where no man has gone before”, if you know what I mean.

It’s obvious that people nowadays are having too many kids; way more than they can handle. What’s the reason? Are they trying to make a statement about their active sexual life? Or is it so that no partner is left lonely after divorce?

Variety drives me crazy, at least at the grocery store. I wish there was just one damn thing of everything. I go to the milk section and there are 10 different types of milk from 10 different brands. I just want milk. But then when I’m in the juice section, there’s cranberry-orange, or there’s strawberry-kiwi, or there’s grapefruit-lime, but there’s no peach-mango. And I want peach-mango. This part of the world definitely does not know how to exploit the exotic taste of mangoes.

I was waiting for the bus today and there were about 40 of us at the stop. Me, and one Canadian girl, and the rest all, Chinese! Oriental people to me are all Chinese. Seriously, Chinese AND insects? Summer is not fun like it used to be. In Muscat, it’s too hot for insects to survive, or for that matter, even the Chinese. It’s bliss out there.

Why does it take 21 days to form a habit? Isn’t that just way too long? 4 days is good, or maybe even 5. But 21? That’s asking a bit too much, don’t you think? I just need more incentive to be getting up at 6 every morning to go swimming. Cute guys don’t get up at 6. Forget cute, guys don’t get up at 6!

Why is Devil’s Food Cake called so? There is NOTHING sinful about eating rich, chocolaty, creamy cake. If anything is the Devil’s food, it should be broccoli. To be honest, I don’t hate broccoli. I don’t know why there’s the hype about it. I think bitter-gourd or probably even brinjal (eggplant for you uneducated people) should be it. Speaking of which, I hate not being able to call ladies-finger “ladies-finger” anymore. Where the hell did they get the name “okra”? Isn’t that some kind of whale?

Alarm clocks are the invention of the Devil. Waking up is such a pain. It hurts just to think about having to wake up tomorrow morning. Damn these wooden structures. People here need to make houses out of concrete and cement like our houses are made of back home. I can hear the man next door snoring. Isn’t that just awful? I have to play loud music at 4 every night so the guy wakes up and then turns over or something and thus stops snoring. I hope the other people in the building don’t hate me. But they all probably can hear him snore too! So I guess I’m doing them a favour. My cool music collection is way more pleasant to hear in the middle of the night. Tonight's choice is Fatboy Slim’s “Stop the rock”! And with that, I need to stop this post. Sleep beckons. When nature calls, you have to heed. You know what I mean.