Hung…
I woke up today with the most horrible hangover headache. My first actually. That’s what you get for not having water during a drinking session.Not the first time I drank with buddies, but never had a hangover – no matter how much I drank. And I don’t drink alot as I’m the driver – just one Breezer early in the evening, followed by water and juices for the rest of the night.
Plus there’s a reason I’m nicknamed the ‘pipe’. After an operation when I was 10, I’m missing 1ft of my small intestine. Nothing big, except now I have a shorter digestive system. So about half-hour after any meal, I head straight to the loo and ‘dump’ that meal. Same with liquids, including booze. So I technically pee away most of my buzz half-hour after consuming.
Anyway, since it was a Friday evening and I was more concerned about getting parking than my sobriety to drive, I cabbed it with the birthday boy. Hence, I drank more than just a Breezer. But not much – just two cocktails. But the place was super pricey so I didn’t bother ordering my usual water or virgin cocktails. Hence the now massive hangover headache. Not fun.
As for yesterday’s mini-breakdown, I’m much better now. There were a few misunderstandings, and it got amplified because I was hormonal again. But everything’s sorted out and I feel better. But I’m going to keep and give some distance now. I think I’m getting more attached than I care to be in, and that’s never been good for me. But it’s hard not to – like I mentioned, it’s either all or nothing.
Need to nurse my poor head now.
Oh, I subscribe to a daily horoscope and today’s one was soooo creepy:
“This may be a frustrating day in the romance department, Mariam. Communication is blocked at all levels. You’re anxious to speak with your loved one, but simply cannot get a hold of him. The voice mail system at his hotel is malfunctioning, so there’s no way to get a message to him. You could try email, but your computer has been acting wacky. You feel as though the fates are conspiring against you. Take heart. He’ll be home soon enough, and your reunion will be electric!“
Touched…
I had a bad tummy after yesterday’s fiasco at Chili’s, so took a day off from both work and school. Stayed at home and rested. Plus it was gran’s birthday, so wished her and gave her prez. I got her a forever friends teddy and granma book (the inspirational gift book ones).
She got me a really cool gift too. She had gone shopping with mom, and bought a pendant for each of her daughter – meaning my mum and my three aunts. And she got me one too. It’s a special edition breast cancer awareness pendant in 18k rose gold and diamonds:
It felt good. And I’m touched. Granny told me to wear it often as diamonds are my birthstone and might be ‘lucky’ for me. We’ll see.
Randoms…
Apparently, even fossilized food can be sold for profit. A piece of cake from Princess Di’s wedding was auctioned and sold for about GBP1000. Hmmm…an over twenty year old piece of cake for one grand – I wonder if I could get about that much if I keep a slice of my 25th birthday cake.
Today was P’s birthday. Got him a cell phone for his bday. He liked it. Had dinner with his folks at Uno Chicago Grill. And I’m absolutely stuffed.
I’m too sleepy to blog straight, let alone write anything that resembles sanity. As you all know, I have begun classes and trying to stay awake through them is my biggest challenge. Not because they’re boring, but because I don’t get enough sleep. And my meds and speed-gobbling while driving at 120kmph on Emirates road doesn’t help. The only time I get to munch and take my meds is en route from work to college. And since my window tints aren’t great, I stuff big pieces in my face during the time I speed through Emirates roads, so that I don’t get caught munching in public during Ramadan.
The other challenge is to not ram my highlighter down my classmate’s throat. He irritates the hell out of me. He acts so arrogant and Mr. Know-It-All, when he really isn’t worth being called either. He doesn’t like the courses he’s doing, and doesn’t mind telling me so. Like it’s all beneath him. Now, this place isn’t exactly my first choice nor would I say it’s perfect, but I chose to study here. And make the most of it. It is a bit of a dump, student-wise and facilities-wise, if I had to compare it to AUS. And I do have second thoughts about whether I should have waited to do my Master’s. But I need my Master’s, and I do see hope in getting my degree here. And I’ve talked through all my doubts and insecurities and made my peace with them. And I look forward to studying again. And I don’t need this a-hole of an advertising big-shot to keep reminding me of my own doubts and fears. Oh, and to show how big-shot he is, he doesn’t put his phone on silent and lets it ring. Just to show how important he is and how he must attend all calls. Even I work. And I am needed. But I’m in class. I’m studying. I give my professor his/her due respect by listening to them. This is my meeting with them in which office calls can wait.
To end on a good note, I’ve received my first award from Karen. Thank you *mwah*
Yoga…
Back to work. And sitting in an extremely awkward position. My data cable hasn’t been working for a while and I make do by borrowing my on-leave colleague’s wire. Unfortunately, they’re all back. So I had to ‘borrow’ a rather short cable so I’m doing an odd yoga-stretching position to work on my laptop.
My back hurts. Yoga isn’t for me. But the good news is with boss back, everything is getting exciting. Lots to do, but little time to do it. Ramadan is the kiss of death for work in general.
Today is the munchkin’s first birthday. Too bad I won’t be able to see him, all arms and legs and cussing away when he bumps his head and jumping around like a monkey. I miss him dearly.
Back to work now.
Chi-caaaaago…
Ok, last day in Chicago. And things have been totally amazing, minus the upset stomach. Guess where we stayed for the entire three days here? Trump Tower! Wow. First time I got to experience American 5-star hotel.
I’ve experienced luxury and 5-star (as well as 7-star) service in Dubai, but experiencing it here is just – different. Now how did we manage to do this since we were on a budget road trip? Well, my other best friend’s bday gift for my best friend was that we stay in the same hotel as her. 
Luxury and us putting on fake snootiness aside, we went all over the city. Went to the Signature Room in Hancock tower and had drinks and desserts. We ordered food, but close to closing time. So they gave us one of the two ordered chocolate mousse for free.
Also went to Gino’s and had the signature deep dish pizza. Since almost every red meat was a mixture of pork and beef, I went veggie and chicken. The food was amazing.
We also bought Al ‘ass pants’ and Hamy and I gave him a wardrobe makeover. He was like a Ken doll that we dressed up the entire morning. He’s cute. A sweetie. I remember him being such a pain when Cammy and I were younger.
We went to Navy Pier too and spent most of the afternoon trying out local food. This one place American Dog had different styles of hotdogs and thankfully all the dogs were 100% beef so yeay! Had a corndog and dog with pickle and cheese.
Also tried funnel cake with Trav throwing bits to the gulls lining up and seeing them fight to get a piece. One bird was smart enough to get to the source rather than wait for Trav to throw it and got rewarded for his persistence by getting the last bit.
Then I got an upset tummy and slept in. Apparently, I was so knocked out I didn’t wake up for the midnight celebration. Poo. Oh well, I’ll make it up.
I had Malibu and juice after quite a while. I may have had a little too much. Not going to say what I ended up doing, but involved alot of silly dancing and sleeping on the carpet.
A few catchphrases of the trip:
“Road trip! Woohoo”
“Chi-caaaago”
“Happy birth-week!”
“(nose up in the air) Haw-Haw-Haw” (fake snooty laugh)
And a few Cammy-isms (I just love the girl’s inner blondness):
While riding on the right lane of very heavy traffic on a blocked highway: “Left Lane Closed!”
Two laptops on the bed, mine and Al. He wanted to put his carrycase under his, so he tells Cammy “Lift the laptop.” She lifts mine.
A few Al-isms (most of them unintentional):
When a DVD started skipping: “Pull it out, blow it, and put it back in!”
Misheard “In demand” as “in the man”
Misheard “Mine’s 5′6 1/2 inches” as “Mine’s six inches”
I love them al. This has been an amazing trip but there’s still a day or two to go.
Missing P. Can’t wait to see him when I get back.
Road Trip…
Ok. Secret is out. My secret destination was Dallas – to surprise my best friend for my bday. And surprised she was. But better yet – we’re currently on a road trip through atleast 5 states. I’ll put some pics up soon.
Anyway, we’re currently at St. Louis where we see the Gateway Arch right from our window. It’s just a block away!
We’ll be heading to Chicago soon after breakfast and we’ll see Memphis on the way back…Elvis baby!
I am feeling slightly upset but I’m not going to let it affect my mood. I put in alot to be here and I’m not going to feel guilty or need to explain doing something that makes me happy.
I bitch about everyone and everything – self included. And I’m not afraid to say it, nor will I deny anything I post here. I say what I feel. I suppose it can come back to bite me in the ass, but those are the consequences. But I’m not going to apologize for whatever I write in my ‘obscure’ blog. Nor is it my intention to defame anyone. My comments are true to my perceptive understand and are highly biased and personalized because it is my blog and my personal opinions.
I suppose it hurts when people dear to me cannot understand what I feel and why I say certain things. But if it means being on my own, so be it. But let it be known that I know my priorities in life and know what I have to do, even if it has a very dear price. I’m not saying it’s easy – it’s inevitable. And saddening. My doors will always be open for the ones I love. But I’m not going to apologize or beg for forgiveness for something I know I didn’t do wrong.
As one door shuts, so will others open.
Dark notes aside, this is the first boho-experience I’ve ever done – just going with the flow. It’s fun. Just traveling on the fly makes you experience something totally different and amazing. And with my best friends, even more memorable.
I love cammy *mwah*
PS: Dad found out I’m in US. Poo. Damage control. Oh what the heck – who is he to dictate what I shouldn’t and should do?
Week’s roundup…
*phew* Things have been crazy the past two weeks…hence the lack of posting. But a few updates:
- Was without my PC for four days due to upgrades and repairs and experienced net-withdrawal symptoms, leading to me staying late at work to get my fix of info-at-my-fingertips.
- I turned 24 this Tuesday (the 29th for anyone interested). I actually didn’t have many expectations this time – in addition to being super busy at work – and hence I wasn’t so depressed when the day arrived. It was actually very nice. My colleagues surprised me with a lunch at Paul (yummy food and yummier baked stuff). The people who mattered called/SMS-ed/mailed/met me. And those that didn’t – who cares! And I’m having a dinner with mum today. So all in all, uneventful but pleasant.
- Had a very close shave-in that I’d rather not talk about.
- Big changes at work – and very good ones *cryptic smile*
It’s a lazy Thursday and although I should be working super-hard, I’m too lethargic and sleepy and hungry to do anything more than the immediate priorities. I’m craving desperately for either fried chicken of the BK Mushroom and Swiss but I’m detoxing and trying to fix myself – I think I’m on my way to insulin-resistant diabetes. Oh, and I’m not self-diagnosing – I’m going to the doc this Saturday. He is at the moment my last hope at finding out if I can function as a procreating woman….
Feeling faint so probably go for my sugar rush to stay awake. Laters *mwah*
PS: Some people can be so insensitive or clueless about the appropriateness of commenting at certain times….
Style…
My dad was right about one thing. It’s everyone for themselves. And those that don’t wisen up to this fact soon enough, get taken for a ride and left to eat dust.
Don’t get me wrong. If someone can do good, it is only when it is at no major cost or damage to themselves. Good deeds do occur. But no one is that stupid and still alive. Or functioning.
And this even applies to family. Not even your own mother is immune. And that’s where I keep banging my head against a wall. I believed that my family would move mountains like I would for them. But so wrong. It’s only as long as it’s no skin off their nose.
And no, just because I said ‘mom’ above doesn’t mean I’m pointing a finger at her. Rather, its an example of how deep betrayal can go.
There’s no such thing as unconditional love. There’s always conditions.
That depressing philosophy aside, I got dragged for ‘Tashan’ today. It was a one-view flick. Lots of people thought it sucked, and I agree to a certain extent. But it was a funny movie. The highlight of the movie was seeing Saif’s arse being torched in the climax. And I totally envy Kareena’s hair. I so want my hair in a similar style…beach wavy curls.
I think I’m depressed…
Weekend? What Weekend?
P is back. And it wasn’t quite the fireworks and marching band I was building up in my head. But I’m glad he’s back. Why do I feel this way? Probably the build-up. In my head, I was expecting running down the road to each other, hugging and kissing like we’ll never see each other again. And reality? I’m too buried under work and too exhausted to battle Deira traffic. And he was too tired to come to my quieter part of town.
But will be hopefully meeting this weekend, if I’m still alive by then. April and May are like super busy months. I’m just so exhausted nowadays. I don’t feel like arguing with anyone unless its really worth my time and energy.
I’m gonna be working the entire 29th 
Happy Bday to me. I guess I can truly say that I don’t feel the magic anymore. It’s just another ordinary, work-filled day. ho hum.
