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    28 November 2005
    Unwind in Namika's world of poetry
    I browsed around the Omani blogs as I am going to Oman this weekend, and came across this one. It belongs to Namika, and I fell in love with her poems. Maybe they are not the most polished ones on the web, but there is so much feeling and soul searching in them that I couldn't stop reading. Here is one of her recent entries.

    The End

    I have a feeling that this is the end
    It shows clearly from the messages you send
    I never expected it would end up like this
    Making me wonder what did I miss

    I always thought our love will last forever
    For better or worse we will always be together
    But I should have known it was too good to be true
    And it's my destiny for eternity to feel blue

    But I am glad that it was no one but you
    As I truly loved you and will always do
    No matter how many would try to bid
    No one would make me feel the way you did

    posted by Bravecat @ 12:14 pm   14 comments
    25 November 2005
    West Bay fire
    This is what I was looking at from my office windows on Thursday. One of the towers nearing completion on the Corniche caught fire. According to Al Jazeera there were no casualties. How in the world could there have been no casualties? The whole tower was on fire, and it burned for hours.
    Of course half of Qatar flocked to the Corniche to observe the fire, completely blocking all the roads. Fire engines and civil defence trucks couldn't pass through and the police didn't block the Corniche for general traffic. I was watching in disbelief how fire engines and ambulances tried to get through the gridlock! Then in the online article I read that the police had indeed blocked the roads. Maybe they only blocked the ones right next to the tower itself...
    posted by Bravecat @ 7:10 pm   13 comments
    24 November 2005
    Cat's friends
    Last night was truly one of a kind. Not so often do I find myself on a backseat of a speeding Landcruiser, travel mug filled with wine in my hand, singing (ok, shouting along) to a very loud "You're simply the best"! It takes a truly great company to make me do that. And oh boy, did I have a great company? You bet! Introducing H.A.D.S.A:

    Meet H. H is Hyper and Hilarious.
    She is also blonde, tall, and sporty.
    H drives really REALLY fast and rides horses.
    She has plenty pets and a parrot.
    H is a manager (Woo hoo!)
    She can cook turkey but she won't eat it because she's vegetarian.
    H has the cosiest living room in the world.
    We met a year ago. Life in Doha has never been the same since :^)

    This is A. A is a patriot. He likes colour blue and he supports APOEL. If you know what APOEL is, you've been to some weird places. A has left his mark in Doha, it will last for decades.
    He loves diving and flying.
    We met 7 years ago. A is one of a kind. Agapa mou :^)

    And this is D. Pure Delight. She is on a short visit.
    D is a friend of H and now my friend as well.
    We met yesterday. That was enough time to realise that she is totally awesome.
    She will read my blog so I better be nice :^)
    D talks non stop and has a great smile.
    She lives in Kuwait now.
    We share the same attitude towards designer purses.

    This one here is S. S is a Sweetheart.
    He likes sashimi, sheesha and sword dancing. S is busy and important, and drives like any local.
    It's his birthday tomorrow!

    And this is me - the second A.
    My name is qAtar cAt (aka brAvecAt).
    I love taking pictures :^)

    Yesterday we went to Asia Live! for dinner of sashimi and wine. We met at S&H's place where we saw D for the first time. I'd heard so much about D that I'd liked her even before I actually met her. We walked in, and there she was. From the moment we sat down on the sofa she wouldn't stop talking! H wouldn't stop pouring, and S wouldn't stop teasing us all. We were still at home at 8pm (our table was booked for this time), and then S had to do a mad dash through the whole town to get there.
    Asia Live! is a great place. Nice ambience and delicious food. We had piles of sashimi and more wine. We sat right next to the girls who looked like they were having an extremely sad Hen's night, all of them overdressed but depressed. Of course S&A couldn't stop checking them out :^) Mostly to tease us, but we didn't really mind. We were busy discussing very serious things like children (funny because none of us girls has any), and laughing at the sad chicks next to us. I can't recall what the guys were talking about. Probably something along the same lines.
    And yes of course the three of us had to go to the Ladies' at the same time. Giggles all the way.
    Why is it that girls need a support group to go to the toilet? It is pretty lame, but then we were already quite tipsy so we didn't care much. In the toilet we made plans to go to South Africa next year. Sounds like fun! :^)
    After the restaurant we got back to S&H's, and had even more wine. I remember taking pictures, and when we saw them today we were cracking up. I haven't drunk, talked and laughed that much in a very long time.

    It's Thanksgiving today. I had so much fun I OUGHT to be thankful! Oh yeah, and for staying alive after all this wine, too, hehe!

    posted by Bravecat @ 6:03 pm   19 comments
    22 November 2005

    Sometimes late at night
    When people think of all the things that happened,
    I wish your thoughts would come to me
    And only place I want to be
    In my heart and in my dreams
    Is with you.

    Or so it seems...

    posted by Bravecat @ 12:47 am   14 comments
    20 November 2005
    Hilarious, ironic, sad, but mostly true...
    You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

    No matter how much you care, some people are just assholes.

    It takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

    You can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better have a big willy or huge boobs.

    Regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades, and there had better be a lot of money to take its place!

    You shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.

    posted by Bravecat @ 11:28 am   16 comments
    18 November 2005
    Am I really the Devil???

    You are The Devil

    Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. The Devil can stand for a person of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad person, but certainly a powerful person who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, if you are enslaved, it's only because you allow it.

    What Tarot Card are You?
    Take the Test to Find Out.

    posted by Bravecat @ 4:06 pm   4 comments
    15 November 2005
    Testing positive for fear
    Now that this experience is over and done with, I scraped my strength to share some of it.

    I am a healthy person. I am not the one to rush to the doctor whenever I sneeze or get a stomach ache. And even when I am really ill, it takes some persuasion on my relatives’ part to make me see my GP. But that day, I knew I had to go to the clinic. I woke up with the kind of pain that could only mean one thing: something was seriously wrong.

    I really like my GP. He is not a “GP” per se, but since he is the only doctor I would visit whatever ails befall me, I might as well call him so. So there I was, explaining what the problem is, and next thing I am on the couch and the nurse approaches me with a thermometer and a blood pressure kit. Now whenever that happens I usually break into cold sweat, my temperature jumps up a few notches and my heart firmly settles somewhere in the region of my right kneecap. The heartbeat could then be easily assessed by monitoring my pulsating eyeballs as my wrists refuse to show signs of any blood circulation whatsoever. Irrational fear of anything remotely related to doctors, see. Few minutes of rather painful examination by GP later, I get his marching orders: 6(!!) blood tests, ultrasound, X-Ray.
    Mary, Mother of God…

    Downstairs in the laboratory, the nurses reassure me it will only take one blood draw to get 6 different tests done. Whew… At least a litre of blood and 6 years of my life later, these angelic vampires are done with their gruesome business and I proceed to the X-Ray wing. In there, tiny nurse directs me to the changing room from her glass cubicle. “Pleez mam take off your blahooz and chooz za green robe”. My what? Oh, you mean blouse? Ok. Green robe? Ok, no problem. Hey, wait, they are ALL green! Took one on top, put it on, walked out of the changing room… “Mam sorry pleez GREEN robe!” What the …?? OK, show me! The nurse marches to the changing room and with the look of total exasperation picks up a robe identical in colour to the one I am wearing: “Zis van pleez mam”. Oh, ZIS van, sorry, how could I be so blind? All robed up, I am standing barefoot as she aims at me with her death machine. Then she comes to check the location of my navel. Back to the machine. Back to my navel. Again to the machine. Back to my…Hey, lady, my navel is still where it was 10 seconds ago! Hands OFF! Finally, she walks into her cubicle and zaps me. “Mam pleez don’t change, first I go check”. Sure, no problem. After 10 minutes of be-robed waiting, she walks back in and guess what? “Ma’am pleez take off bra, no good picture”. I imagine two slim curves of the underwiring obstructing the view of the navel… So it’s back to the death machine routine, minus the bra. I swear she must have checked my navel at least 6 more times...

    By the time I reached the ultrasound I was in a very foul mood indeed. Ultrasound lady was not helping. Smearing half a tub of frozen lube all over my tummy and blahooz she took her time explaining just how long it will take her to write a report, and how it could have been so much easier if only my organs were in their proper places and right quantities. WTF???

    Next morning, and in considerably more pain than the day before, I drove back to the clinic. I sat in front of my GP waiting for the verdict as he ruffled through the pages of the reports and unwired X-Rays. I begin to feel slightly faintish. Apparently there is nothing wrong with me whatsoever. According to the (mean and wicked) ultrasound doc, I have “gas”. Gas?? How not ladylike… I almost wish I had something more dignified than that. My GP laughs it off: “Don’t worry, she puts it in whenever she doesn’t have anything else to write”. Oh, is that so? The problem, however, remains, and by then I am almost doubling with pain. I am also very, very scared. What is it that hurts so much? Maybe I should have told the ultrasound lady to check my right kneecap for some runaway organs? Heart or navel, perhaps? Unfazed, my GP goes for the final measure and refers me to the surgeon. Surgeon? What surgeon? Maybe it’s really only gas? Please let it be just gas! Oh please, PLEASE I don’t want anything more dignified at all! But GP insists, and the nurse walks me to the surgeon. Our conversation with the surgeon goes like this: “Hello, Mr. Surgeon, aren’t you the one who cut up my hubby a year ago? Oh you are? Yes, he survived after all. No, I am perfectly fine with that, but thanks anyway”. And on the couch I go. “Does it hurt here?” Yes it does. “Here?” Yes! “And here?” YES!!! “Nurse, please come here.” YESSS! “I haven’t touched you!” Oh, you haven’t? But it really hurts!

    Off the couch and back at his desk, the Surgeon drops the bomb: “I’m sorry sweetheart, I will have to operate.” Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu*k! No friggin way! It’s gas! You can’t operate gas! In a state of barely controlled panic I scan the room for emergency exits and escape routes. As luck would have it, there are none. A sizeable nurse blocks the one and only doorway. The Cat is petrified and as good as dead…

    A week later and post-op (also post four IV drips that busted my veins four times, post 2 drainage tubes that made me look like Viktor of Underworld in revival stage, and post 4 days of boring stay in the hospital) I am slowly recovering from what could have killed me if my GP and the Surgeon did not insist on the operation. And I still can’t believe I was brave enough to do it (if you call petrified silence "bravery", that is). And to the (mean and wicked) ultrasound lady who should have identified the problem I say:
    Gas You!
    posted by Bravecat @ 5:40 pm   10 comments
    12 November 2005
    Another Blogthing moment :^)
    Haha now this is just too funny, and yes, I've been called that before!

    Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker

    Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm"
    You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone...
    Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-)

    You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear.
    Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complimenting.
    The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation almost completely on the other person.

    Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life.
    You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face.
    Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*

    Is it... or is it not? I won't tell you! :^)

    Your Ideal Relationship is Polyamory

    You want to have your cake... and everyone else's.
    Which isn't a bad thing, if everyone else gets to eat too!
    You're too much of a free spirit to be tied down by a traditional relationship.
    You think relationships should be open and free, with few restrictions.

    posted by Bravecat @ 12:31 am   8 comments
    11 November 2005
    Back on the Blog
    Thanks everyone for your calls, sms and e-mails of support! I am finally home after 4 days in the hospital. Getting better :) I will be online quite a lot these few days as I won't be going to work for at least a week, so I will be able to catch up with everything. See you all around!

    posted by Bravecat @ 2:03 am   8 comments
    3 November 2005
    Eid Mubarak!

    We have been thinking of going somewhere during Eid holidays. My husband wanted to visit a new country and probably do some diving as well. I wanted to go to Bahrain, spend time with our friends there. And then I caught a nasty virus. So now my husband is on his way to Oman, together with his diving gear and I am on the sofa, together with my antibiotics and a box of tissues. Pretty box, by the way, with green apples pattern on it.  Life is just not fair…
    A little consolation an hour ago – a message from my hubby: “Honey I forgot my shades and the map of Muscat”. That cheered me up a little bit. But only a little. I am home alone, it’s late (but not late enough to sleep), and everyone else is out there celebrating Eid… I wish some kind soul remembered me and brought me some cookies. I remember this tag spree going around weeks ago (and probably STILL going around) where one of the questions was “What’s in your fridge?” Well, this is what I have in my fridge at the moment: 2 lemons, 9 eggs, wilted lettuce, grated parmesan cheese, soy sauce. And absolutely no cookies.
    Whenever I try to take it easy with sweets – my house suddenly fills up with sweets of every possible kind. My husband would bring me a bar of dark chocolate “just like that” (“just like that” usually means I’ve been really moody for no apparent reason), my friends would stop by and bring a bag of nougats, or there would be candy given in the supermarket when they run out of coins. But when I really NEED something sweet, and I mean when it’s a matter of life and death – all I have is lemons! Yes I know all about this “if life hands you lemons…” thing, but come ON now, it’s Eid, and everyone is out there shopping for all things sweet! And every single commercial on telly is about sweets! Snickers bars, Cadbury’s, chocolate chip cookies, ice cream… Life is not fair, and it’s official.
    Now, were I a typical woman of my country, I would have realised that in my cupboard I’ve got sugar, flour, baking powder, and other weird unknown substances my mom bought few months ago and which she used to make us treats. Were I a typical woman of my country, I would have known how to combine these, and then I could have watched them magically transform from limp sticky dough into something impossibly beautiful, sweet, and simply divine. Alas, as luck would have it, I am not kitchen savvy, and this makes my feverish loneliness even harder to bear.
    And so here I am, on my sofa, with my pills and tissues, my laptop, and smooth sounds of Yello mellowing me down. Somewhere out there my husband is driving in the streets of Muscat. Somewhere in Doha people are driving the streets, buying sweets that they will share with their families and friends tomorrow. Eid Mubarak everyone! I wish you all a great holiday!

    posted by Bravecat @ 12:08 am   22 comments
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