Andalusia

I went to Dubai this weekend.
I watched a movie.
Batman Begins.
At the theatre.
Not just any theatre.
At an IMAX theatre.
The experience was mind-blowing.
Mind-blowing is an understatement.
The movie was awesome.
WOW!
Michael Caine is still adorable.
Katie Holmes is ugly.
Tom Cruise deserves it.
Christian Bale is H-A-W-T!
I learnt that a country by the name Andalusia existed.
That however, has nothing whatsoever to do with Batman Begins.
I have no clue where it is.
I thought it was in Africa.
Google says it’s in Spain.
So I guess that makes Andalusia not a country.
My version of Microsoft Word is really old.
Google is not an included proper noun in its dictionary.
However, Dubai is.
Dubai rocks!

Today my dad solved one of my life's biggest mysteries.

He taught me how to use a shoe-horn.

10 things I hate about dial-up

10. It's dial-up.
09. It's dial-up.
08. It's dial-up.
07. It's dial-up.
06. It's dial-up.
05. It's dial-up.
04. It's dia

Adios amigos!

"You know, it’s at times like this when I’m trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I’d listened to what my mother told me when I was young."

"Why, what did she tell you?"

"I don’t know. I didn’t listen."

And I didn't listen either. Which is probably why I'm still packing an hour before leaving for the airport, and I'm yet to shower, dress up, eat breakfast. Heck, I'm yet to brush my teeth!!!

I am going home to Muscat, Oman. Yes, that's the name of a real country. Since I'm officially on vacation now, do not be surprised by the abrupt inactivity on this blog. Though, I wouldn't believe that if I were you! ;)

Miss me! :D

And now for some humour.

Here's a hilarious quote I saw on some blog while I was 'next-blogging'.

"First moments after birth
Breathe out, Breathe in
Last moments before death
Cough out, Coffin"

Everything happens for a reason?

This is how I used to take every incident in my life. It made sense too. Something only happened because it was meant to. Fate. Destiny. All that sort of thing. And if something bad happened, it usually meant that there was a hidden underlying good beneath it, which may not be obvious immediately. But eventually in the long run, it will all fall into place.

Until my uncle passed away. And nothing made sense anymore. There is no possible way something good could come out of widowing a lady and making two small kids fatherless - one who still doesn’t understand the full implication of the words “Daddy’s not coming home anymore.”

It hurts to lose your best friend. It hurts all the more to lose a part of yourself. There hasn’t been a single day that has gone by since, when I haven’t wished it were I instead of him. And I love my life today. I do.

But there are days it amazes me I’m still alive. There are also days I hate being alive.

“Star light, star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight

To give a wife, her man
A father to boys, two
To exchange my life with his
Is all I ask of you”

Ze Germans never fail to fascinate me!!!

Note to women: Want to put an end to the Why do you spend hours in the bathroom??? whine in the most unconventional way?

Note to men: The things I do for you...

[The credit for the increase in toilet-related articles on this blog goes to an anonymous admirer who once commented that my blog helped relieve his/her constipation blues.]

And since guys observe from different angles -

P.S. - Do check out the_undead_ a.k.a Madz' comment for a good laugh!!!