faster than thought, even faster than a speeding train....

today we need to look at supergirl. she's supergirl cuz she can do so many spectacular things. things i wish i could do(hmmm, well not really)

she can type fast i mean real fast. u should watch her when shes at her pc. its a blur, folks, the hands the fingers, its a blur.

the blur makes her a phone texter supreme.

then theres the guitar playing, after a coupla classes yngwie malmsteen had nothin on her.

ahh, yes she can dance too. {watch the toes}

and she sings. kinda rustic, kinda janis.

word to the wise - stay off the roads lest she decides ur next.

a cup of java is so soothing. her cup of java is to die for. to die. die.

and she bakes even. i didnt get sick after her baking incident.

last time i went out with her, she filled her plate with so much food, u coulda fed half of africa.

and she blogs too. but, thats a 'dyin' art, aint it now?

u kno who u are, u kno where to find me.

hey supergirl, this one goes out to you.


and is it better to snatch a kiss or vice versa??

I dont suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.

the weeks been killer.

1) Did you ever notice if you're in an elevator and there's only one other person there with you, they've got terrible gas? and you have to go 14 floors together?

2) How can something be new and improved? if it's new, what was it improving on?

3) What if you're in hell, and you're mad at someone, where do you tell them to go?

4) Did you know Humpty Dumpty was pushed?

5) If people from Poland are called Poles, why are not people from Holland called Holes?

Im losing it. hm, what is it? and did i ever have it? why does it have to be so important, if you dont have it, would you cease to exist? does it matter that you have no idea what you are talking about?

and as usual im sitting there mindin my own business when.....well for once nothing happened. i was just sittin there. the computer decided it wouldnt let me save my files, making things harder. i begged, i pleaded, even got down on my knees( u better not be thinkin anything funny here, pervert) - but it wouldnt listen. i even promised to marry it and be faithful and put the little chips thru law school..............nothing.

i am indeed alone.

and remember marriage means commitment. of course, so does insanity.

beautiful love....because i like the song, it always make me smile

after dubai.....this place is drab. but then it has always been.

went out on friday night with some friends. it was a long drive. a place called um-al-quaim(i think i got it spelt right, hm..who cares) anyways. its beautiful. we get our beers and then head to the pier/jetty. this is nice, cuz everytime a boat passes by it rocks and its cold out there. damn no sea monsters or the like. and i kept staring into the dark expanse hoping for something. there this tiny island some distance away. renting a room is affordable, considering the entire club is owned by a sheikh. after we leave my friends tell in me of the tallest building in uaq, known as the tower of uaq. we drivin and suddenly the guys scream"there it is!there it is!!" in the middle of the all that desolation and sand there stands in all its glory a five storey building -

the tower of uaq.

the trip back to kuwait was uneventful. no turbulence, no food and thankfully nobody sitting next to me. i didnt get any food cuz i fell asleep when the stewardess came round. damn. humph!! like i missed a 7 course meal. {yawn}.

at the passport counter, the doofus was like "you're rod?" in a surprised tone. {no im al pacino, who do i look like idiot?} but i said "yes". dont want to get on his bad side. they dont have any good sides anyways.

last night after work, i head straight to my usual weekend haunt. and theres police and large crowds. im thinking"RIOT!!"

dreams and hopes dashed! it was the first day of a festival called 'hala febriar'. blah. i was told this is kuwaits equivalent to the dubai shopping festival. it was just an excuse for people to litter the streets. and believe me when i say amchi mumbai looks a lot cleaner after these people ran amok on the streets.

ho-hum theres got to be more to life than all of this. and by all of this i mean nothing. just waiting for may. hmm, not much there either. and there aint much boob in my turkey boob sandwich. well at least the donuts are fine.

a dybiaist.... arhosa yn meddwl a ca bacia at gweithia!


If at first you do not succeed, then skydiving definitely is not for you.

paper planes

this blogs being a bastard again. just punched out a whole page and then it tells me i cant publish cuz the servers high.

so im gonna do this again.

back in dubai.

weathers nice.

the arguing still continues...what else is new?

the trip was interesting. got to the airport nice and early. after checking in we get news the flight was delayed. bummer! much later, really much later, we were moved to another gate. those stupid metal detecting gates beeped for the umpteenth time. my knee brace always does this. it is kinda funny when trying to explain what it is to the security officers.

find my seat and thank goodness theres no one besides me. this i like. some time into the journey we hit this air pocket. and i swear, in all my years of flying i have never been nearly thrown out of my seat. in seconds the air stewards were strapped in. and it got very quiet. the plane began to shudder. we hit another air pocket. it sounded like the plane was coming apart, the sounds are, hm, not very nice. looking out the window i didnt realise that wings could bend so much without breaking. at this point of time we were 'moving' way to much. grabbed the seat in front of me to steady myself and pressed feet very hard onto the floor. this was one roller coaster ride that could have ended funny. im looking at my watch. those 7-10 minutes. and then im thinkin "lost". and all possible air crash movies came to mind. im thinking if we do crash into the sea and we survive will the sharks get us? i can only drown and if the sharks didnt get me the sea would. most likely my life jacket would have a leak. that being my luck.

but im here bloggin. aint that a pain, eh?

kinda puts things in a stained glass perspective.

nobody spoke after that. suddenly " we will be landing blah blah, the weather blah blah and clear skies." now as we're flying thru the clouds i wondered if the clear skies lay just beneath.

passport control is a journey in itself. after disembarking it takes bout 20 minutes to get there. and for once i am in a line thats actually movin fast. i look at all the passengers standing in other lines{nyah na na na na}. two guys to go and its my turn. twenty eight minutes. its a conspiracy i tell ya.

met my bro later that evening. found out one of the fantastic four is gonna be a daddy soon. dude, u didnt waste much time lol!!!

If a chronic liar tells you he is a chronic liar do you believe him?

the ninjas are coming!!

been awhile. sue me.

been busy. networks been acting up. bloggers on smack.

this was to be posted yesterday, but blogger was so high it didnt let me post, so since today is yesterday and today is yesterdays tomorrow, yesterday=tomorrow.

so yesterday, i mean today which is tomorrow, as usual i was sittin there mindin me own bizness when this guy comes up to me and asks me bout movies. the answers impress him and now he thinks im some sorta genius. cuz just to verify i showed him related info online and im ~ta-da!~ a genius. any doubts anyone? 'flawed genius' was the term coined by VIM some months ago. i was asked bout relationships (damn do i look like i kno anything bout relationships? the only relationship i kno of is the one i have with donuts). so i tell him all i kno and he is impressed again. he is years older than i am, and by this time he thinks i am the wise one. if only he knew the truth. for all those out there with any questions and doubts, please take a number. it was after all this the most beautiful creature walked in. droooooooooooooooollllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and all i was thinkin was that our kids would definitely look great. she was simply beautiful. near perfect (ferfect -in the words of a contradictory type). hey im single and im horny. i got every right to be. her hair, good God! her figure and those jeans, theres no way she put those on, it had to be spray painted on. her features - now if she was a ducati........... after a while tho the droolin had to stop, she left. now i could get back to doin nothin(what else is new?)

suddenly i feel somebody standin behind me. lo and behold! jujup with the maunki girl. as usual she had her serious expression on. muanki girl i mean. and its been sometime since she last saw me, hence the "looks could kill" look. i show her pic on the computer and finally she shtarts to shmile. bwabwy!!

today which is yesterday which is tomorrow there was some very depressing news. after all the allocation and distribution my account looked like a raisin. need to win a lottery real soon. yabeela!!never. locals only. that kinda sux.

Why is it when we talk to God we are praying, but when God talks to us we are put into the loony bin?

keep on rockin....... why? cuz im in a good mood today which is yesterday which is tomorrow.