So I haven't been feeling too good this week, and today morning I woke up feeling a bit queasy, so I was basically taking my time going around the house, fixing breakfast etc. In my wondrous need to take life a bit slowly this morning, I didn't notice that I was actually running quite late. Vaulting into the shower and hopping out in record time without shaving or anything, I managed to deep-fry my hair into a suitable looking clump, throw on my work clothes, and head to the office.Now have you noticed on the days when you look like absolute crap, people give you the dumbest comments? This is what I've got so far today:Oh you're growing a beard? It really suits you!Hey! Your hair looks really nice today - very shiny!There's something different about you today. Full story...
Instead of sleeping in late this Friday, I decided to get up early and head on down to the Bur Juman Pink Walkathon, an event to raise awareness about breast cancer.
I saw this in a store at Dubai Mall over the weekend - can anyone tell me the purpose of outfit #3? A Kylie knock-off perhaps?
For as long as I can remember, I hated the fact that I was single. Everywhere I looked, I would be reminded about relationships, couples, and all the warm fuzzy feelings that come with having someone in your life.
The world of customer service is truly an exciting experience, simply because it's just so diverse. At some places you get the red-carpet treatment, and people will go out of their way to make sure that you're happy and they've solved whatever problem you had.
R.I.P Patrick Swayze - you will be greatly missed.
You will burn in hell.This is one of the most common phrases repeated to gay men and women around the world.
I'm beginning to love logging in to OUT to check my messages - here's another keeper I received a few days back:
Dear Gay Friend ,This is an investment proposal concerning interested partners.
A co-worker of mine recently sent me this link which made me (and the girls in the office) absolutely die of laughter.
some books you fall in love withand remember every page wordletter printed softly on your heartsharing momentspleasing momentsas tender fingers smudge the pages,but then you forget and go on livingleft behind to gather dustit sits in lonely echoeswith only dog-eared pagesto remember you by.
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