I've been telling that dick-cheese story to everyone.. everyone finds it amusing that people actually do things like that. Fortunately(?) I haven't had any more customers like that.

On Monday, our gang from the IGF was invited to perform at the Sri Lanka Night at the Hancock pub for a reduced entry fee (which would all be going to charity anyway ( Read more... )

I finally got paid on Friday. I didn't realize they were paying me more for working after midnight.. so I sort of got more than what I was expecting.. which is always a good thing, in terms of money, eh? I'd decided that I'd shop for groceries with the money that I'd earned and then give the rest to my parents (who arrived on Saturday from Dubai) ( Read more... )

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I'm sick again. It crept in yesterday, I think. My left eye started watering and my left nostril joined in. I dunno why it's happening, I'm not really allergic to anything [well, maybe I'm a little bit allergic to the fucking filthy pots, cutlery, dishes, cups and bowls in our kitchen..]. Plus I can hardly breathe in a full breath ( Read more... )

Last Monday, I had my first dissection. I didn't get to slice open anybody or even to watch it being sliced open. We were studying the respiratory system, the ribs and the vertebrae [backbones] associated with it, so the breastplate of the cadaver [a woman, by the looks of it] had already been cut ( Read more... )

University started on Monday. At first we just had welcome lectures in which the professor used words like 'shit' and then went on to tell us to be professional. That guy was such a laugh, honestly ( Read more... )

Today was my last Friday in Dubai. Since Friday is the end of the week, the day of rest here in Dubai, my folks decided to take me out to dinner. I wanted to have Lebanese food.. just can't get enough of it ( Read more... )

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Abeer and I planned to go to Chilli's for dinner on New Year's Eve with her friends. Arjun drove us to Mercato, an Italian mall where we met Abeer's friends, Maisam, Hamza and Zoa'ib.. and her girlfriend Amna was already with us ( Read more... )

Eighteen years ago, in a small nursing home in Nagpur, India, a man paid 10,000 Indian rupees to get his second child and son out of his very pregnant wife. The child was [and still is] a stubborn one and refused to come out naturally, so they had to take him out by the Cesarian section ( Read more... )