Congratulations are in order. The country I’ve lived in for over 25 years just celebrated the 40th anniversary of it’s unification. It has come a long way in these 40 years. The pace at which things have changed over the years is just indescribable, especially in the city of Dubai. I like to think I’ve witnessed [...]
Tags: dubai, expats, national day, uae
Wings and wishes, Wind and cloud. Earth, release me, Conquer sky and star.
Tags: poetry
Come river, rush, In gushes, take me. Wind, breathe, Breeze, come break me.
Tags: poetry
There is nothing here but dead empty space full of ghosts and glitter. Rain is just a word and trees are things in memories of places far away.
Tags: microfiction
and exercise routine. Put here for archival purposes. Also serves as a reminder to myself and keeps me from skipping things. (I’ve been slacking a bit this past week). Diet: Breakfast is any two of: Whole grain cereal with 125ml full cream milk (hate the taste of skimmed). Cereal bar in the 100-150 calorie range [...]
And that’s not even the best part. In fact, it is barely significant, considering the following: My resting heart rate has come down from ~95 to ~85 beats per minute. My max heart rate has gone up from 140 to 180 bpm. I can actually walk for an hour or two without getting tired. I’m [...]
Tags: diet, exercise, fitness, weight loss
I will paint you in a prison of light and shadow, locked within walls of thin air. A million random strokes and smudges, until I have some semblance of you on canvas, trapped in a haze of color, lost in an arrangement of mazes. I will paint you frozen, from memory. But you’re not that far. Just [...]
Fiction Slaughterhouse Five and Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions is one of my favorite books. These come highly recommended. And I’ve also been reading some of Vonnegut’s short stories. Another Vonnegut book I have liked up is Timequake. Crome Yellow by Aldous Huxley I’m halfway through this. Huxley’s first book. A [...]
Once upon a time, there lived someone who had a box full of twiddly bits, a jar full of round glowy things, and some copper wire, as well as things like chocolate and oranges and a broken television. Some of the twiddly bits were the kind that come in shiny packages with lots of papers [...]
Tags: ambient, electronica, fiction, prose
Tourists are the money. Especially for someplace like the UK, which as we all know, is a small island country inhabited by colored people trying to make a living by robbing glorious white people of their livelihoods and their birthright to social welfare.
Which is why I don’t understand why the UK Border Agency refused me entry clearance over a slight error in judgement from their part. My refusal letter gives me two reasons. In short, the two pages of gibberish and legalese can be cut short to the following:
“We don’t think that all this money which you have had in your bank account for two years is yours, and 30,000 GBP is certainly not enough to support a ten day visit to the UK. We also note that your employer is transferring more money to your account than the salary stated in your contract, which shows that you are a fraud. Also, the fact that you have two businesses registered to your name and family in your country of residence tells us that you might not return from the UK because these things hardly hold anyone back. You have also given us a hotel booking, but we believe that this is not enough proof that you have accommodation in the UK. You also stated that you want to come to the UK for sightseeing and tourism but haven’t provided us with a full detail of where you will be every minute of your trip. You can try to apply for a visa again, the cashier is in the room to your right, Thank you.”
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