Feels good. Quite good, actually.
Time to go and enjoy it now!
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Mis vecinos los Yamadas y Nausicaa
Hoy he creado un torrent con una película del estudio japonés de animación Ghibli: My Neighbors The Yamadas.
Para quien no lo sepa, BitTorrent es un programa que te permita descargar archivos de Internet. Además del BiTorrent yo tengo instalado el cliente de descargas BitComet para gestionar los “torrents”.
Esta película no ha sido dirigida por Hayao Miyazaki como casi todas las demás, ésta ha sido dirigida por Isao Takahata, el que ahora es director del Museo Ghibli en Mitaka, Tokio.
Y ahora el tema de apertura de la peli "Nausicaa" de Ghibli.
Cuando me entere de como publicar un link a un torrent pongo el link para que os lo podáis bajar.
Si alguien sabe como hacerlo que me lo explique ;P
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Post-call
Exhausted, slightly disoriented and feeling woozy. We just cooked up a big breakfast and I think now that we're digesting we're slowly falling asleep.
It was cool, two of my friends were on call with me last night so we got to go through it together. It ruined our weekend, in fairness. Saturday call means 9am to 9am on Sunday. You have no vacation between the two work weeks and no day to sleep in and recharge your batteries. Its cool having a friend or two on call with you because when they're done their work or you're done yours, you wander over and help clear each other's boards by doing the menial (and annoying) little tasks of re-charting drugs and taking bloods. It lets the guy working the ward focus on the bigger issues such as working up a patient with chest pain or low blood pressure, or admitting and ordering pre-op tests for a patient coming in for an operation.
Being on call is a totally different experience to normal work. You cover a few wards on your own and depending on your luck it could be a good night or a bad one. I had a good night last night, managed to sleep 4 continuous hours (unheard of!). When I woke up at 6 I thought my pager was busted. I hurried up to take a few bloods meant for 6am and I found out that all the patients had slept quite comfortably through the night. Even that one guy who was de-sating (desaturating, in terms of blood oxygen saturation levels) had had a reasonably quiet night. Lucky me.. still makes me worry that the next one is going to be a bad one. Things tend to work out like that.
What's going on in Lebanon anyway? I've been so wrapped up trying to strike that balance between work and play that I've been cut-off from the world. Hope that shit resolves itself soon, its too complicated and depressing for me to even follow on the news.. that's why I'll just put my head down and keep on working I suppose.
It was cool, two of my friends were on call with me last night so we got to go through it together. It ruined our weekend, in fairness. Saturday call means 9am to 9am on Sunday. You have no vacation between the two work weeks and no day to sleep in and recharge your batteries. Its cool having a friend or two on call with you because when they're done their work or you're done yours, you wander over and help clear each other's boards by doing the menial (and annoying) little tasks of re-charting drugs and taking bloods. It lets the guy working the ward focus on the bigger issues such as working up a patient with chest pain or low blood pressure, or admitting and ordering pre-op tests for a patient coming in for an operation.
Being on call is a totally different experience to normal work. You cover a few wards on your own and depending on your luck it could be a good night or a bad one. I had a good night last night, managed to sleep 4 continuous hours (unheard of!). When I woke up at 6 I thought my pager was busted. I hurried up to take a few bloods meant for 6am and I found out that all the patients had slept quite comfortably through the night. Even that one guy who was de-sating (desaturating, in terms of blood oxygen saturation levels) had had a reasonably quiet night. Lucky me.. still makes me worry that the next one is going to be a bad one. Things tend to work out like that.
What's going on in Lebanon anyway? I've been so wrapped up trying to strike that balance between work and play that I've been cut-off from the world. Hope that shit resolves itself soon, its too complicated and depressing for me to even follow on the news.. that's why I'll just put my head down and keep on working I suppose.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Ante los problemas, buena cara música y alegría, Kelis, “Trick me”
Cuando todo nos parecen barreras hay que aplicar la perseverancia, alegría y buena cara.
Y nada mejor que un poquito de música.´
Kelis, “Trick me”.
Buen finde.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Ballenas azules y La Verdolaga
A continuación un video de uno de los seres mas impresionantes que habitan y han habitado este planeta.
El comentarista, para los que no controlen Ingles, dice:
El animal más grande que ha existido jamás, más grande que el mayor dinosaurio.
Hasta 30 metros de largo y 200 toneladas.
La lengua sola pesa lo que un elefante.
El corazón es del tamaño de un coche.
Algunos de sus vasos capilares son tan anchos que se podría nadar en ellos.
La cola tiene la longitud de las alas de un avión pequeño.
Se alimenta de uno de los animales más pequeños, plancton de unos centímetros de largo. Es capaz de comer hasta 40 millones de estos pequeños moluscos al día.
Se sabe muy poco sobre ellas.
Increible, ¿no?
Ahora la canción "La verdolaga" de P18.
El comentarista, para los que no controlen Ingles, dice:
El animal más grande que ha existido jamás, más grande que el mayor dinosaurio.
Hasta 30 metros de largo y 200 toneladas.
La lengua sola pesa lo que un elefante.
El corazón es del tamaño de un coche.
Algunos de sus vasos capilares son tan anchos que se podría nadar en ellos.
La cola tiene la longitud de las alas de un avión pequeño.
Se alimenta de uno de los animales más pequeños, plancton de unos centímetros de largo. Es capaz de comer hasta 40 millones de estos pequeños moluscos al día.
Se sabe muy poco sobre ellas.
Increible, ¿no?
Ahora la canción "La verdolaga" de P18.
Sunday, July 9, 2006
Mon Dieu!
Oh Zizou.. what were you thinking? I'm quite sad to see one of the best players I have ever had the privilege of watching end his wonderful career in such a shameful fashion.
Congratulations to Italy. The wait's been long, but it just makes it oh so sweeter. Too bad you'll all wake up with a hangover and question marks over your jobs, but hey.. might as well enjoy it now.
Zizou, Zizou.. pourquoi mon ami?
Saturday, July 8, 2006
Tuk Tuk , Brighton, Jo , Antonia ,Thailand y trastornos mentales
Un poco de música celta para este post:
Ants
Esta mañana me he encontrado un Tuk Tuk en Brighton. Para quien no sepa lo que es un tuk tuk, decir que son vehículos motorizados de 3 ruedas que usan en Thailandia para transportar a la gente como si de un taxi se tratara.
Os podéis leer el post que hice sobre los tuk tuks cuando estuve en Tailandia aquí.
12 tuk tuks han sido traidos a Brighton para probar este nuevo servicio que dice ser amigo del medio ambiente con emisiones casi inexistentes ya que usan gas natural comprimido. Se piensa extender la idea a todo UK.
Hoy había uno que te daba un paseito gratis, si no fuera porque yo iba en bici…
Se han personalizado tanto por fuera como por dentro para que tengan un aspecto más inglés y para soportar las inclemencias del cruel invierno británico. Se les han puesto cortinillas para la lluvia, protecciones antigolpes en la parte de arriba y a los lados y cinturones de seguridad. De todo esto carecen los de Tailandia..., ehem…
Y hablando de tuk tuks, de Tailandia y de Brighton, tengo que hablar de Antonia Bolingbroke-Kent “Ants” y de Jo Huxter, las dos inglesas.
Se conocieron en el cole cuando tenía 12 añitos, y desde entonces han sido amigas incluso en los momentos más difíciles. Hace unos años, Jo, muy buena estudiante, atleta y alma de todas las fiestas a las que iban, empezó a caer en una depresión que la llevó a pasar 4 años en un hospital psiquiátrico.
Jo
Ants llegó a plantearse en más de una ocasión si su amiga llegaría a recuperarse alguna vez, y lo hizo, gracias a su carácter constante. Ahora tiene 27 años, tiene una carrera en Psicología y está a punto de empezar una segunda carrera de Medicina. Vive en Brighton y adora a los hurones de los que dice tener 12.
Ants
Un día de vacaciones en Tailandia tuvieron la loca idea de viajar en Tuk Tuk hasta Brighton y así recolectar dinero para Mind, una asociación benéficaque trabaja con gente que padece problemas de salud mental y unos años después comenzaron su viaje. Salieron deBangkok el 20 de Mayo de este año y pretenden llegar a Brighton en Agosto. Son unos 16.000 Kms. Casi nada…
Su objetivo es recaudar 50.000 libras esterlinas, unos 75.000 euros.
Si queréis ver la página de estas dos aventureras haced clic aquí. Y si queréis leer su diario de viaje aquí.
¡Buena suerte a las dos!
Friday, July 7, 2006
Cosas que quiero hacer: bucear con un tiburón ballena
Desde que bucee por primera vez tengo ganas de hacerlo junto a uno de los animales más impresionantes y más pacíficos que existen: el tiburón ballena.
Y ahora un pedazo de tema de Massive Attack: Karmacoma.
Wednesday, July 5, 2006
NCHD
My job description in 4 letters.
Non-consultant hospital doctor.. alllriiiighhhttt..
Just watched the 2nd semifinal.. can't believe we only have two more games of this World Cup to go. I actually have to wait until 2010 for the next one?!
Today was my third day of work. The first two days were impossibly hectic, starting at 7 and ending at around 9 in the evening. Very exhausting, very confusing and certainly very terrifying. The senior doctors don't appear to be sensitive to the fact that the interns change in the beginning of July of each year (or they just blatantly ignore it) and keep on working and ordering things as if we've been there for years. Its hard enough getting lots of things done at once, its even more difficult when you have no idea how to - for example - take out a central line using standard aseptic protocol. "Mohamed, will you go on and do that for Ms. Murphy then? Alright, moving along." And it doesn't stop there, it keeps going until you have a list full of things you've never done before and just don't know how to do.
"But Sir, umm, how am I supposed to fill out a form, print out a sticker, get the form signed by a consultant radiologist, order the scan on the computer, go down and speak to the radiographers to get it done asap? I'll figure it out? Okay. One more question though, where exactly IS the X-Ray ward?"
I didn't eat lunch on the first day. I stayed alive on a bowl of cereal consumed at around 6.30am and a bottle of water at around 2pm. Within three days I've streamlined my work and become much more efficient. I got home at 5 today (light workload also being a factor), but I'm starting to enjoy it at least now that I know what the hell is going on.
At least I'm earning my paycheck. Actually, at least I'm getting a paycheck. Getting paid will definitely feel nice at the end of this month.
Alright, time to go sleep. Have work tommorow, more patients to admit and work up, more scans to chase and more bloods to draw. Take care everyone.
Non-consultant hospital doctor.. alllriiiighhhttt..
Just watched the 2nd semifinal.. can't believe we only have two more games of this World Cup to go. I actually have to wait until 2010 for the next one?!
Today was my third day of work. The first two days were impossibly hectic, starting at 7 and ending at around 9 in the evening. Very exhausting, very confusing and certainly very terrifying. The senior doctors don't appear to be sensitive to the fact that the interns change in the beginning of July of each year (or they just blatantly ignore it) and keep on working and ordering things as if we've been there for years. Its hard enough getting lots of things done at once, its even more difficult when you have no idea how to - for example - take out a central line using standard aseptic protocol. "Mohamed, will you go on and do that for Ms. Murphy then? Alright, moving along." And it doesn't stop there, it keeps going until you have a list full of things you've never done before and just don't know how to do.
"But Sir, umm, how am I supposed to fill out a form, print out a sticker, get the form signed by a consultant radiologist, order the scan on the computer, go down and speak to the radiographers to get it done asap? I'll figure it out? Okay. One more question though, where exactly IS the X-Ray ward?"
I didn't eat lunch on the first day. I stayed alive on a bowl of cereal consumed at around 6.30am and a bottle of water at around 2pm. Within three days I've streamlined my work and become much more efficient. I got home at 5 today (light workload also being a factor), but I'm starting to enjoy it at least now that I know what the hell is going on.
At least I'm earning my paycheck. Actually, at least I'm getting a paycheck. Getting paid will definitely feel nice at the end of this month.
Alright, time to go sleep. Have work tommorow, more patients to admit and work up, more scans to chase and more bloods to draw. Take care everyone.
Tuesday, July 4, 2006
Horchata, fartons, Benidorm y Mexico
Love and Hate de Mano Negra
Horchatita con bollos y fartons.Una de las cosas que más echo de menos en veranito viviendo fuera de España es la horchata.
Que delicioso refresco hecho con chufas.
Cuando no tengo la opción de tomarme una horchatita hecha natural bien fría, me compro una botellita de litro de Chufi o alguna marca decente, pero la diferencia con la natural es espeluznante.
Chufas frescasHace un par de semanitas, cuando estaba en Madrid, entre los muchos manjares de nuestra gastronomía (vease gazpacho, croquetas, lentejas, chuletón de buey, paella, salmorejo…) que tuve la suerte de repetar en mi ya de por si repetado estomago, me tomé una deliciosa horchata natural en la Plaza de Oriente. ¡Que cosa más buena! Ni demasiado dulce, ni demasiado poco, helada y con un fuerte sabor a chufa, mmmmmm
Cuando digo natural me refiero a horchata hecha en la misma tienda donde la venden y con chufas de verdad.
En México tienen otra horchata, pero ésta está hecha de arroz, canela y alguna cosa más, no la he probado todavía, pero espero hacerlo pronto.
En Valencia, cuna de la buena horchata, la toman con unos dulcecitos alargados y estrechos llamados Fartons. Cuando los descubrí hace un buen montón de años en Benidorm, pensaba que acababa de descubrir el mundo. Calientes y mojados en la horchata son uno de los manjares para golosos más jevys que se conocen. Ahora mismo se me está haciendo la boca agua de pensar en ello. Lo que daría por unos fartons y una horchatita ahora mismo, aarrrrgggg…
¡Tomadla vosotr@s que podéis!
Saturday, July 1, 2006
El tren hacia el Tíbet; Cypress Hill y Roni Size y Jeff Buckley
Para este post pongo un tema movidito de Cypress Hill y Roni Size y otro tranquilito de Jeff Buckley.
China acaba de inaugurar un tren que va desde Golmud, en la provincia de Qinghai hasta Lhasa, capital tibetana.
Hu Jintao, presidente de China, asegura que se trata de un increible avance que mejorará la economía del Tíbet y permitirá que materias primas y energía lleguen allí donde se las necesite.
Mientras que otros aseguran que es otra forma de colonización del Tíbet, ocupado por China desde 1951.
Un monje en Tíbet
El recorrido dura unas 48 horas y ya es famoso por ser el recorrido en tren más alto del mundo, más incluso que el tren andino de Perú.
La idea de llevar un tren a Tíbet fue de Mao Zedong hace medio siglo y se aprobó en el 2001. Con un presupuesto de 3000 millones de euros.
La realización de semejante obra no ha sido fácil: condiciones extremas, las alturas, un terremoto y 550 kilómetros de vía construidos sobre hielos perpetuos.
El palacio Potala, en Lhasa
Para apaliar posibles bajas entre los trabajadores, el gobierno chino decidió acortar los horarios de trabajo y permitir largos periodos de vacaciones a los trabajadores. Algo poco usual en un país donde las condiciones laborales de algunos rozan la esclavitud y donde la explotación es reconocida y aceptada por el propio gobierno como algo necesario para el progreso de la nación.
China acaba de inaugurar un tren que va desde Golmud, en la provincia de Qinghai hasta Lhasa, capital tibetana.
Hu Jintao, presidente de China, asegura que se trata de un increible avance que mejorará la economía del Tíbet y permitirá que materias primas y energía lleguen allí donde se las necesite.
Mientras que otros aseguran que es otra forma de colonización del Tíbet, ocupado por China desde 1951.
Un monje en Tíbet
El recorrido dura unas 48 horas y ya es famoso por ser el recorrido en tren más alto del mundo, más incluso que el tren andino de Perú.
La idea de llevar un tren a Tíbet fue de Mao Zedong hace medio siglo y se aprobó en el 2001. Con un presupuesto de 3000 millones de euros.
La realización de semejante obra no ha sido fácil: condiciones extremas, las alturas, un terremoto y 550 kilómetros de vía construidos sobre hielos perpetuos.
El palacio Potala, en Lhasa
Para apaliar posibles bajas entre los trabajadores, el gobierno chino decidió acortar los horarios de trabajo y permitir largos periodos de vacaciones a los trabajadores. Algo poco usual en un país donde las condiciones laborales de algunos rozan la esclavitud y donde la explotación es reconocida y aceptada por el propio gobierno como algo necesario para el progreso de la nación.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Radioblog, vagabundos e Internet
Hoy voy a estrenar una cosita para este lindo blog. Voy a adjuntar un mini reproductor de audio con un tema diferente cada vez para que podáis escuchar música mientras leéis mis maravillosos post.
Que bonito y que bonita es la modestia también…
No sabía con que tema empezar. Al final me he decidido por “Sinnerman” de Nina Simone que llevo escuchando hace un tiempo.
Hace poco he leído que la mayor parte de los vagabundos o de los sin techo tienen cuenta de correo electrónico. Y esto se debe a que al no tener dirección propia, el mail es su único método de comunicación. He leído también varias opiniones de gente que vive en la calle pero que se ha hecho con un ordenador y se las han ingeniado para poderse conectar a Internet contar sus vivencias y expresar sus quejas, inquietudes o lo que sea.
Dicen que es una manera de introducirse en la sociedad a pesar de estar apartado de ella y de que la gente les vea como lo que son: personas.
Incluso hay muchos blogs de gente sin hogar, sirva de ejemplo el de Kevin Barbieux, un sin techo de Estados Unidos que escribe el blog The Homeless Guy desde 2002.
Según el propio Kevin, su blog es “El único éxito real que he tenido en toda mi vida” ya que le ha aportado cierto reconocimiento.
WanderingScribe es el blog de una sin hogar en Inglaterra que además escribe bastante bien y creo que esta trabajando en un libro. La cabecera del blog dice que lleva 5 meses viviendo en un coche… esperemos que su libro tenga éxito.
Que bonito y que bonita es la modestia también…
No sabía con que tema empezar. Al final me he decidido por “Sinnerman” de Nina Simone que llevo escuchando hace un tiempo.
Hace poco he leído que la mayor parte de los vagabundos o de los sin techo tienen cuenta de correo electrónico. Y esto se debe a que al no tener dirección propia, el mail es su único método de comunicación. He leído también varias opiniones de gente que vive en la calle pero que se ha hecho con un ordenador y se las han ingeniado para poderse conectar a Internet contar sus vivencias y expresar sus quejas, inquietudes o lo que sea.
Dicen que es una manera de introducirse en la sociedad a pesar de estar apartado de ella y de que la gente les vea como lo que son: personas.
Incluso hay muchos blogs de gente sin hogar, sirva de ejemplo el de Kevin Barbieux, un sin techo de Estados Unidos que escribe el blog The Homeless Guy desde 2002.
Según el propio Kevin, su blog es “El único éxito real que he tenido en toda mi vida” ya que le ha aportado cierto reconocimiento.
WanderingScribe es el blog de una sin hogar en Inglaterra que además escribe bastante bien y creo que esta trabajando en un libro. La cabecera del blog dice que lleva 5 meses viviendo en un coche… esperemos que su libro tenga éxito.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Madrid, calor, tapas, garitos, barrios...
Siento mucho esta sequía de posts, pero esque estoy en Madrid trasnochando, pasando calor, durmiendo poco, saliendo demasiado, comiendo mucho y bien y gastando los euros como si los regalaran.
Me he venido a pasar unas vacacioncitas para ver a la familia y amiguetes. Me hace gracia que mis vacaciones sean a la ciudad que me ha visto crecer, que raro...
Estoy planeando poner unas cosillas en el blog, pero no quiero adelantar nada.
Bueno, no me enrrollo más que me queda mucho calor que pasar y muchas cosas que hacer. A ver si veo algún video interesante para poneros como compensación.
En breve vuelvo a Brighton y empezaré a postear más a menudo.
Este entrañable vídeo para los que estáis en la playa nadando que os acordéis de Kali.
Me he venido a pasar unas vacacioncitas para ver a la familia y amiguetes. Me hace gracia que mis vacaciones sean a la ciudad que me ha visto crecer, que raro...
Estoy planeando poner unas cosillas en el blog, pero no quiero adelantar nada.
Bueno, no me enrrollo más que me queda mucho calor que pasar y muchas cosas que hacer. A ver si veo algún video interesante para poneros como compensación.
En breve vuelvo a Brighton y empezaré a postear más a menudo.
Este entrañable vídeo para los que estáis en la playa nadando que os acordéis de Kali.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Delayed
Hanging out in the Gulf Air lounge, Dublin flight's been delayed twice already.. it was supposed to take-off at 1am, but I'm told that 3am is the new official timing. Let's just see how this works out, because I have a feeling that I might be waiting here for a hell of a lot longer. I hope I'm mistaken, of course.
*10 minutes later*
Okay, now its been delayed until 4am and declared as "provisional". Wow, I wonder what that means?
My two and a half weeks in Bahrain flew by, as expected. The first five days were normal, but as soon as the World Cup kicked off I fell into a routine of watching three matches per day. Had a nice little set up downstairs, big screen and a dreambox (up yours ART, you soulless thieving sons of bitches) and the guys came over on a daily basis. We had our dinner hour between the second and third game, and we went somewhere different every day, battling the clock to get back in time for kick off. Some serious speed eating there (take that, Kobayashi!). Other than that, it took a while to get into the rhythm of things and, sure enough, I had to leave as soon as I started relaxing.
Something fundamentally changed in my constitution as a human being during my exam period. I didn't notice it at the time, but when I was done I fell into quite a funk. It felt strange, I felt angry and confused. My graduation was great, but it all flew by too fast. The realization that I won't be seeing a lot of my friends for a while is just starting to hit me now (was looking at the hockey scores and considering a discussion with one of my Canadian friends over Edmonton's almost comeback.. but then I realized he's not going to be there when I get back). I guess I'm excited about work, but I've been too busy to even have time to contemplate being nervous. Life's been moving at 200 mph for the past 2 months and I'm just starting to process all that has happened. I'm also starting to get back to the way I used to be, which is quite nice.
All I want to do is get back to Dublin. I've said my goodbyes here and I've had my closure, now I want to get back so I can start the next chapter in my life. I'll be back in Bahrain soon enough, I'm planning to come down for a bit of Ramadan and Eid. That's for later though, I have a sufficient amount on plate as it is without thinking about planning future vacations.
Hope I get to travel today, I have a long day of unpacking ahead of me tommorow. Moving into my new apartment so I need to take my life out of the boxes its stored in and re-arrange it somewhere new. A friend of mine and I moved into the apartment two of my really good friends lived in for four years. We used to hang out there a lot, have barbeques and all that. They're both gone now.. how fucking weird is that going to be, huh?
*10 minutes later*
Okay, now its been delayed until 4am and declared as "provisional". Wow, I wonder what that means?
My two and a half weeks in Bahrain flew by, as expected. The first five days were normal, but as soon as the World Cup kicked off I fell into a routine of watching three matches per day. Had a nice little set up downstairs, big screen and a dreambox (up yours ART, you soulless thieving sons of bitches) and the guys came over on a daily basis. We had our dinner hour between the second and third game, and we went somewhere different every day, battling the clock to get back in time for kick off. Some serious speed eating there (take that, Kobayashi!). Other than that, it took a while to get into the rhythm of things and, sure enough, I had to leave as soon as I started relaxing.
Something fundamentally changed in my constitution as a human being during my exam period. I didn't notice it at the time, but when I was done I fell into quite a funk. It felt strange, I felt angry and confused. My graduation was great, but it all flew by too fast. The realization that I won't be seeing a lot of my friends for a while is just starting to hit me now (was looking at the hockey scores and considering a discussion with one of my Canadian friends over Edmonton's almost comeback.. but then I realized he's not going to be there when I get back). I guess I'm excited about work, but I've been too busy to even have time to contemplate being nervous. Life's been moving at 200 mph for the past 2 months and I'm just starting to process all that has happened. I'm also starting to get back to the way I used to be, which is quite nice.
All I want to do is get back to Dublin. I've said my goodbyes here and I've had my closure, now I want to get back so I can start the next chapter in my life. I'll be back in Bahrain soon enough, I'm planning to come down for a bit of Ramadan and Eid. That's for later though, I have a sufficient amount on plate as it is without thinking about planning future vacations.
Hope I get to travel today, I have a long day of unpacking ahead of me tommorow. Moving into my new apartment so I need to take my life out of the boxes its stored in and re-arrange it somewhere new. A friend of mine and I moved into the apartment two of my really good friends lived in for four years. We used to hang out there a lot, have barbeques and all that. They're both gone now.. how fucking weird is that going to be, huh?
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Oops..
My blog turned 2 years old almost a month ago and I completely forgot to wish it happy birthday..
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Dear blog,
Been busy with life and all that. You know how it is. Sorry about not celebrating the fact that you've turned two. Its been a wild ride, let's see how far we can take this.
Happy Birthday.
-Mo
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Dear blog,
Been busy with life and all that. You know how it is. Sorry about not celebrating the fact that you've turned two. Its been a wild ride, let's see how far we can take this.
Happy Birthday.
-Mo
Monday, June 12, 2006
Sushi, how to
Un simpático video para no meter la pata al entrar en un restaurante de sushi en Japón.
Monday, June 5, 2006
Ground Control to Dr. Mo
Took my protein pills and put my helmet on.
Feels like I'm floating around at the moment.. my mind's trapped somewhere between yesterday and today, its neither here nor there. Soaking up the moment is really hard to do when you're struggling to orientate yourself.
Got back to Bahrain last night, my aunts were very sweet showing up at the airport en masse to welcome me back. They even brought flowers and came over for dinner at our house. I then drove out to meet a few friends at a coffee shop (gahwa), and it felt like I had just walked through a time warp. Time really does stand still in this little country of ours.
The last 6 months have been one hell of a ride. Over the last two nights I bid farewell to my friends of six years. A bunch of them were going back home, and only God knows when we're going to meet up again. It felt very surreal, packing up their lives.. I had to move apartments as well, and it really made me realize that a person can accumulate quite a lot junk over the course of so many years. Two of them were like brothers to me, we grew up together and went through a lot of shit over the years. Saying goodbye to them was the hardest part of the past week, a week filled with joy, sadness and fear of the unknown.
For the next two and a half weeks I'm going to do absolute jack shit. Golf, the World Cup from 4 to 11 daily, Winning Eleven on PS2 and complete absolution from all sense of responsibility. I've been forced to grow up faster than I would've liked, but I suppose that has its benefits. Time to kick back for one last time before having to go back and face the real world on July 3rd, 2006.
Today I'm going to go frame my degrees. Once I hang them up on the wall in our house as a testament to the hard work of the past six years, my inner child will come bouncing back and we'll have the best 2 weeks EVER together.
One person is missing from all of this, but I'm thankful that my stay here won't be too prolonged. Even though we'd still be in seperate countries, being that much closer geographically still makes things a bit more bearable. You kick ass on those exams, sweetheart.
Feels like I'm floating around at the moment.. my mind's trapped somewhere between yesterday and today, its neither here nor there. Soaking up the moment is really hard to do when you're struggling to orientate yourself.
Got back to Bahrain last night, my aunts were very sweet showing up at the airport en masse to welcome me back. They even brought flowers and came over for dinner at our house. I then drove out to meet a few friends at a coffee shop (gahwa), and it felt like I had just walked through a time warp. Time really does stand still in this little country of ours.
The last 6 months have been one hell of a ride. Over the last two nights I bid farewell to my friends of six years. A bunch of them were going back home, and only God knows when we're going to meet up again. It felt very surreal, packing up their lives.. I had to move apartments as well, and it really made me realize that a person can accumulate quite a lot junk over the course of so many years. Two of them were like brothers to me, we grew up together and went through a lot of shit over the years. Saying goodbye to them was the hardest part of the past week, a week filled with joy, sadness and fear of the unknown.
For the next two and a half weeks I'm going to do absolute jack shit. Golf, the World Cup from 4 to 11 daily, Winning Eleven on PS2 and complete absolution from all sense of responsibility. I've been forced to grow up faster than I would've liked, but I suppose that has its benefits. Time to kick back for one last time before having to go back and face the real world on July 3rd, 2006.
Today I'm going to go frame my degrees. Once I hang them up on the wall in our house as a testament to the hard work of the past six years, my inner child will come bouncing back and we'll have the best 2 weeks EVER together.
One person is missing from all of this, but I'm thankful that my stay here won't be too prolonged. Even though we'd still be in seperate countries, being that much closer geographically still makes things a bit more bearable. You kick ass on those exams, sweetheart.
