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Geography
I find it interesting that world maps are hard to come by in stores here in Qatar. After combing the shelves of Carrefour (all three branches), Villagio, and that little bookstore on the 3rd floor of City Center, I decide to go to Jarir Bookstore along Salwa Road. I ask the guy for a world…
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You Think You Can Do These Things But…
Fucking hell, talk about itchy fingers! Four months after my attempt to give myself a haircut (and failing miserably: my hair is still uneven by 2 inches on one side), here I am again, fighting the urge to chop my hair off. I was mumbling about my desire to give myself another haircut an hour ago, then…
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Drove Through Ghosts to Get Here
Last week, the tiles on the kitchen floor started to swell, as if an octopus was lurking underneath, trying to get out. Then followed a strange sound, and suddenly the cement holding the tiles together started to crumble. Ah, construction in Qatar. At first glance everything looks ok, but the truth is that buildings here,…
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Pirates
In France last year, I went to Sephora with Jul’s mom and sister, where I grudgingly bought make-up brushes, eyeshadow, mascara, and a whole bunch of other stuff that came in different colors and bottles. So I don’t know how to put make-up on. I never had female bonding make-up sessions with my sister Dr.…
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Dukhan Roadtrip
Scenes of a roadtrip Uglydoll keychain, suntanning Beach finds Currently listening to:Syd MattersA Whisper and a Sigh
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Hit it, Shuffle!
One thing I care very much about is my iPod. I love the damn icon of consumerism to bits. Music! Videos! Photos! Everywhere I go! I watched episodes of Happy Tree Friends on it while I standing in queue at the supermarket, and by the end of three episodes the group of 5 Indian men…
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Six Days at the Bottom of the Ocean
Before leaving Paris, I watched an Explosions in the Sky concert, a Texas-based instrumental band that comes up with the most affecting melodies you’ll ever hear in your entire life (and no, I’m not exaggerating.) The concert was sold out by the time I found out they would pass by Paris, so you can imagine…
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The Penalty
When the plane landed in Detroit, the Americans started clapping, perhaps overjoyed at the sight of snow outside the windows. The French woman across the aisle nudged me, showing me the card we needed to fill for customs. “Do you think we need to declare cheese or saucisson here?” I remembered I had two packs…