a memoir of etchings and wanderings
The luxuries of the opulent make for an abundant discussion. What can one not do with wallets bursting with currency. As I spend the first half of a very early Thursday morning at a plush golf course in uptown Muscat, this only become clearer. In recent times, golf has become one of the most exclusive, for-the-rich-only sports. It probably already was, in the West, but the trend has gradually travelled … Continue reading “Tee Time” →
The summers seem to be finally taking a toll. The fucking pest is back at home. I have no money. Even Pinterest feels a tad mundane. ALL. All of my pairs of jeans have tears. I took off from work last week, just because I was bored. Heavily insomnia struck. S.O.S.
The only emotion I constantly feel is boredom. My iPod recently broke down. I’m left with only the music on the BlackBerry. I simply cannot concentrate on anything. Haven’t finished a book in forever. The MasterChef series are ending! I’m tired of eating bread all the time. I would kill for a phulka and some anda bhurji. The greys seem to be on an increasing graph. It feels like its … Continue reading “Distress Call!” →