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Hello, hello!

I'm drunk and posting, good times. I'll try and keep the typos to a minimum as always...but I'm not promising anything!

So Bobby, my dear friend Bobby, who I've never met but he lives in Muscat, tagged me to post 25 things. I think random things or maybe secrets but I'm not sure.

I think I'll post some truths and/or opinions.

1. I'm in Canada right now. Seriously and it's fucking freezing!

2. I think that Diet Pepsi in plastic bottles tastes wierd, but in cans it's good.

3. I got stood up tonight by some friends because they had a bad day...and they forgot about me...so they didn't call....so I ended up sitting in the bar with random people....who I still knew but not as well. I texted them this exact message - Hey you guys ditched me! Now I'm stuck here with THESE people...thanks - Angry. Then I felt bad.

4. I'm eating jelly beans.

5. I love jelly beans.

6. I love things covered in chocolate.

7. You can buy a lot of things covered in chocolate in Canada. Cherries, blueberries, pretzels (awesome with white wine), coffee beans, ju jubes, cashews, almonds, peanuts, raisins....Bridge Mixture anyone? I love them all..maybe it's a chocolate thing?

8. I'm listening to Can't Stop by Red Hot Chili Peppers...this life is more then just a read through indeed. Great song, couldn't find the right video.

9. I miss Small Fry and McFluffin.

10. Oh yeah and Cush!

11. I'm only on number 11...25 is a lot to ask of people really.

12. I miss super fast internet. I think my parents have the basic 8 MG (MB?) service... I say 8 is enough but you can get faster here, and it's dirt cheap. And there's no censoring so you can watch as much YouPorn as you want! Not that I do that...

13. My parents are not here and this house freaks me out when I'm in it alone. Especially when I've been smoking my special cigarettes, I think it's because the house is made of wood. Does that make sense? (I just re-read this...it made no sense...I think the wood creaks and makes the strange noises)

14. I just finished all my jelly beans and now I feel a bit gross. I have jelly belly for real. Aptly named...touche.

15. I've been wearing 2 of everything. Socks, shirts, pants (trousers, yo), gloves. It's terrible. My arm tan is fading.

16. I've gotten squishy. I had bronchitis since the beginning of January so I wasn't working out and now I'm eating nothing but chocolate covered foods and jelly beans, and Quaker rice products that masquarade as being somewhat healthy but they aren't really. Plus I've been buying healthy food too but...it's just not as enticing right now. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm squishy! I used to be somewhat tight :( Where did my motivation go? Plus, I'm due to wear a short dress when I get back to Muscat and my calves look like small hams (no nipples). Fuck.

17. I always forget how much I can't stand my parents until I get here. Why are they so annoying? My dad called me Angralina (or just imagine a full name like Mohammed for example, only you like to be called Mo or Hammed, or Hammy or something) repeatedly until I reminded him that for the last 23 (I'm guessing) years everyone (me included) else has called me Angry and he asked me if I wanted some tomatoes. I've never, ever liked tomatoes (raw, cooked are ok) I hate tomatoes, almost as much as I hate my parents. Oh! I wrote that down, I'm terrible.

18. It's not as cold as I think it is. I remember hearing this story about a family who took a wrong turn and ended up getting their car stuck in the snow and then the guy walked to find help and he died, and I can't imagine how that happened, unless he wasn't clothed for the elements or something. I mean really, walking 10 km in -20 temps was my typical winter Saturday when I was a teenager. I am struggling a bit, but I'm alright. Really just my face is cold.

19. Now I'm listening to Boys In The Bright White Sports Car by Trooper. Trooper are Canadian, like me. That makes them awesome, like me. :P

20. Sometimes old friends aren't as good as new friends. I don't even know how this is possible. Cush messaged my "best friend" out of the blue to let her know I was coming home, I think I had just decided and went to bed and he saw her online or something, and she was all like, I have a crisis right now. And Cush was like, what crisis? And BFF was like, duh the earthquake! So, while I agree that's important, I also think it's important to priortize. Like, for example, people I know vs. people I don't know. Should I be more worried about people in Haiti or Peru or whatever or people that I was friends with for years? Maybe that's a bit black and white...but man... I still haven't had a reply to the email I sent her July 25. She can get fucked. FUCKED. My new friends are awesome. Way more awesome.

21. I'm having a love affair. With my favorite radio station. In fact if my favorite radio station had a decent sized penis, I'd marry it. 102.1 The Edge, seriously. It's the shizzit fo rizzo. Oddly I might have just made it sound as though they play rap music, but in fact they play new rock, aka alternative, which is better then rap any day of the week. I wish there was a radio station in Muscat like them. Then I may not be such a miserable bizatch sometimes. Music..it's all about the music. On The Edge they had this little segment about the evolution of new rock and how it progressed from metal, to something, to ska, to electronica, to whatever and so forth and I found it really interesting, even though I can't remember what came after electronica. Check out their webby here if you're interested.

22. 25 things is a lot. I don't think I have anymore in me without getting really personal.

23. I'm wearing black undies.

24. I'm also wearing black socks...2 pairs ...stop the whistles now. Feel free to indulge in deviant sexual fantasies.

25. I've been smoking in front of the fire place, don't tell my parents.

I don't really want to tag anyone because I think 25 things is way too many things. I really struggled. But I'm drunk, so maybe that's just made things upstairs a bit slower. Can I do a general tag where if you're reading this and you have blog you're tagged? Maybe I can do whatever the hell I want. You are tagged! Yes you. Go do it now.

Just kidding.

I feel full of love. I just want to tell everyone I love them.

......

I love you!

Nipple dinner follow up and a new addition

Alright so you're all interested to know, what happened to the nipples. Well I cooked the pork, it was yummy and we just ate around the nipples.

Once it was cooked it didn't seem quite as gross anymore somehow. I mean yeah it's still gross...I don't want to talk about it anymore!!

So my small family of three now has a fourth, Small Fry. Small Fry is a 3 month old kitten who once belonged to a friend of mine. This friend, due to circumstances that are a little dodgy at best is no longer in Oman and won't be coming back for a very long time, if ever at all.

He left behind 2 kittens in his flat, for over a week, on their own with only some guy stopping in every couple of days to feed them. This guy who came by for the kittens didn't really seem to know what he was doing because they had no water and their litter trays were over flowing.

Cush and I took control of the 2 kittens and brought them to the vet, got their shots, and tested for diseases. Thankfully they came back disease free.

I had already found a home for the little male kitten and decided to take the female to my house.

McFluffin (my fur baby of 5 years) hates other cats but I figured that since he had only ever met male cats, maybe he would be different with a female.

So I've got Small Fry seperated in our guest room where she is safe, has her own food, water, toys, and litter box. She has taken to sleeping on a shelf in the closet on top of my pashminas. I have to say, she's a sweetheart.

She cuddles and purrs and comes running when you go in the room. I took a nap in the guest bed this afternoon to keep her company and she snuggled up against me under the sheet.

Small Fry is so different from McFluffin.

Oh, and they don't get along just yet.

I've been trying to do this right so they're seperate. I pet McFluffin, then go and pet Small Fry, then go and pet McFluffin again so their scents mingle.

I also took Small Fry out and put McFluffin in her room so he could get used to her scent.

Then McFluffin was camped outside the guest room door so I thought, well if he's being curious, I may as well try and introduce them.

McFluffin went in and sniffed around and then caught sight of Small Fry and hissed at her. Poor Small Fry got scared and ran away and hid.

I just wish McFluffin spoke English, then I could just explain to him the situation. I don't even think he knows Small Fry is a girl because they won't get close enough together for a sniff.

Cats, eh?

Dinner tonight - nipples!?

Awhile back Cush and I went to the pork shop and picked out what I thought was pork roast. As it happened it was actually pork belly.

For those that don't know (including myself as of yesterday) pork belly is esentially a hunk of non-sliced bacon.

Usually when I cook pork roast I make some slits on top of the roast and insert garlic slices and then rub olive oil, rosemary, salt and pepper on top. But this was clearly not the same and so I googled recipes.

I prepared my pan, preheated my oven and took the pork out of it's package. I turned it over, plonked it down on the roasting rack and saw this-

Nipples!

That's the last thing I was expecting!

Being completely caught off gaurd, I wondered what I should do, leave them on, and eat them? cut them off, and throw them away? leave them on, cook the meat then cut them off when I'm done and throw them away?

I was seriously conflicted. All options seemed exceptionally gross to me.

I called my friend, "The Chef" to ask for advice.

During the course of our friendship, I've had to ask her advice from time to time and she's never steered me wrong, but even she was a little conflicted about the nipples.

We both agreed that all options were a little wierd and none of the solutions made either of us comfortable.

In the end we decided that I should cook the pork with the nipples left on and then see what Cush thinks when he gets home.

I'm not sure how he'll feel about the nipples, but I can't just not say anything, especially now that I'm writing about it but to sneakily feed him nipples would break the trust we have. He trusts me in the kitchen.

Over the years I've had a few run ins with the food that I've prepared. I've had to pluck a few feathers out of chickens, I even had to ask someone else to take a liver out of a chicken because I simply could not do it, I've bought beef that looked like it had some hide on it which I had to trim off, but never nipples.

Nipples are a new thing altogether...

Muscat Rugby Club New Years Eve - rockin!

For New Year's Eve, Cush and I decided to go to the Muscat Rugby Club. Tickets were 30 OR each (one of the cheapest events in the city that night) for all you can drink and a lovely turkey curry. Best of all, there was no dress code. People wore anything from jeans and t-shirts to gowns and tux's.

The club had a theme of drinks around the world or something and different bars were set up that you could go and get drinks at. I spent a lot of time at the Canadian bar (of course!). They had shots!

Shots of tequila and hot sauce known as a Prairie Fire, regular tequila shots with lime wedges and salt, Polar Bears, a lovely mix of Creme de Menthe and Creme de Cacao, which tasted like a peppermint pattie and lots of whiskey!

It was awesome!

There were Canadian flags everywhere, the bar staff (who I think were club members just having a laugh and playing "bar") were Canadian and the place was really busy.

The thing with tequila though is that it makes people (me) a little nutty (slutty?!). When I drink tequila, I get the urge to take all my clothes off and run around naked. Not a problem in Canada so much, but here I would surely be arrested! Never good.

Looking back through my pictures of the night (and no I won't be posting them, sorry guys!) it looks as though someone "borrowed" my camera and took pictures of themselves. A man and a woman who I have no idea who they are, took pictures of themselves in "sexy" poses. I say "sexy" because I don't find Rubenesque ladies pretending to lick their nipples all that hot.

To be honest it was almost like a bad Girls Gone Wild commercial, but a PG 13 one.

But I can feel for the girl...I after all wanted to strip off and run down the street naked, cheering myself on yelling wooo! Yep I'm a woo girl! Only when drinking...

The music was good as well, DJ Andy Pyzer (awesome!) was doing his thing, and Scratch Band with Kathy Cole (awesome!) and Adam ( I think) on guitar (also awesome!).

I danced up a storm all night...in between throwing back shots of course.

We didn't leave the club until 3:30am and thought that McDonald's would be a good idea, we ended up waiting 45 minutes for 2 cheeseburger happy meals..worth it!

All in all in bed by 5, woke up around 10 feeling pretty good, all things considered.

I have to say, the Rugby Club knows how to throw an event, I've been to a few over the last year, including the 3 Amigo's event in the summer, which totally rocked.

People who have read my blog for awhile may remember last Christmas when I went to a party at the club and nearly had an altercation with a woman who was a bit nasty to me. I left feeling like a loser.

What a difference a year can make. I think back to last year and I was extremely shy, not happy in my own skin and timid as all hell...which isn't really a good way to describe being timid but there we are.

I quite like that I started this blog, it's good to look back and marvel at my changes.

I'm a changed woman! Woooo!

Anyway, everyone has been super lovely every time I've been back since, so maybe it was an off night that night.

If you can make it, I highly recommend going to any of their events, it's usually worth it. Or hey, you can also be a member and enjoy the cheap drinks, and strange assortment of people who go there any evening of the week.

I can't even believe I almost forgot to mention just one little thing for the ladies out there...the rugby players are a bunch of hotties! I can't understand how it's possible to have so many hot men all in one place at the same time. It's madness!

So girls, if your man likes rugby, rest assured that yes, going to the club will at least give you a little something to sneakily oogle, and if you're single all the better! You can oogle openly :)

I thought I had something else to say but I got distracted by thoughts of hot rugby players...

2010 off to a very good start indeed!

2009 -a year in numbers and a rant!

Wow it's almost 2010 already! Where does the time go, eh?

I thought for my New Years post I'd do a re-cap of my year in numbers.

Number of posts I wrote - 107 (this doesn't include ones I started then didn't post)

Number of pounds lost - 45

Number of pounds regained due to Christmas related eating and drinking - 3

Number of car accidents - 1

Number of car accidents our fault - 0

Number of trips to the floor - 2 (alcohol...what can I say?)

Number of jobs lost - 1

Number of blessings in disguise regarding jobs lost - 1

Number of jobs offered - 3 (I had my reasons for not taking them)

Number of times appreared in local newspaper - 4

Number of time appeared in local newspaper for good deeds - 0

Number of friends made - 32 (not bad I think!)

Number of best friends lost and found - 1

Number of weddings attended - 0

Number of funerals attended - 0

Number of medical emergencies - 1

Number of sporting events attended - 7

Number of balls attended - 4

Number of times I lost my wedding ring - 1

Number of times found my wedding ring after losing it - 1 (the cat threw it off the table and into my makeup bag on the floor, cheeky bugger!)

Number of times the houseboy nearly saw me naked - 1

Number of loved ones who came to visit - 4

Number of trips to Western countries - 2

Number of times dissatisfied with local merchants - 6

Number of near-misses on the road - too many to count!

Number of coffee mornings attended with friends - 5

Number of novels attempted to write - 1

And now I'm bored with this...

It's been a good year all in all, much better then last year on the whole in most ways.

I must say the one thing I regret in an odd way is my old job...yes yes I know my regular readers (if there's any left???) are probably thinking *sorry, what??*

But yeah, my old job was my muse for writing. My muse got rid of me, for financial reasons but got rid of me none the less.

Now my blog has become *the shopping blog* as someone said to me, which is true but not what I set out to be.

Not that I wanted to be that angry chic, but I was and now I'm that shopping chic who writes about total crap.

I suppose that's fine, I am after all feeling much more settled and happy. I've got more confidence and things that fill my time and really what have I got to complain about?

Well, I do have something but I've written about it at least 20 times already. The driving.

I suppose I could close the year with a good old fashioned traffic rant...

Here you go, you're welcome.

To all you fuckheads out there who think it's ok to ride my bumper while the fuckhead in front of me has just slammed on his/her brakes in front of me for NO REASON-fuck you.

To all you fuckheads who think it's ok to chat on your mobiles while weaving in and out of traffic on SQ highway at 120k/h-fuck you.

To all you fuckheads who run out onto the street in front of my car while I'm driving at 120k/h on SQ highway-fuck you.

To all you fuckheads who do U turns RIGHT in front of my car when you could just drive to the next roundabout 2 minutes down the roads-fuck you, you fucking lazy cunts!

To all you fuckheads who thinking it's ok to drag race and squeal your tires around corners in a quiet residential neighbourhood-fuck you.

To all you fuckheads who would rather get into a head on collision with me rather then drive over some rocks and dirt on the road-FUCK YOU!!!!

What the fuck are you all fucking thinking???? Where the fuck did you get your fucking license? A shop in Ruwi???

Smarten the fuck up.

Ahh...forgot how good that feels...sometimes you just gotta get it all out...

Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all have a safe and happy 2010 :)

Last night in Al Khuwair....

I'm currently slightly hungover and feeling tired. Last night was a bit of a stormer- meaning I drank too much, again.

I woke up with a sense of dread having left my car overnight in Al Khuwair near a construction site. I have done this before, drank too much and left it there, and it's always been fine but this morning I was terrified, so much so that I couldn't go back to sleep.

I tried waking Cush up to take me to get my car but he only responded, "Angry it's 7:30 I'm not going anywhere, go back to sleep" but I couldn't.

I couldn't stop worrying that a brick had fallen off the building and through my windshield.

When we did get to the car after a visit to the pork shop in Ruwi (which was out of most pork stock) my car was fine.

All that for nothing.

Back to last night, I had a blast. I talked to a man who I had seen around and been pleasant with but didn't know very well for about 4 hours. Now we're besties. I do blame him somewhat for how I feel this morning as he did order and purchase the deadly 5th glass of red wine, but that's life, eh?

I've been over drinking a lot since I came back from Canada last month, and I'm starting to notice that my shyness is going away. The drunk girl beat the shy girl into submission and I'm not sure it's a good thing but not entirely convinced it's a bad thing.

Snippets of strange, obnoxious, loud conversations, laughing my ass off and smacking peoples legs when doing said laughing, touching peoples arms and shoulders, and grinning like a moron and nodding while I pretend I can understand strange accents made stranger by lots of alcohol. Sometimes I just have not a clue what people are saying to me. Sometimes I tell them so.

This must stop. I don't want to be that wierd drunk girl that people start to avoid after awhile.

You know how it goes cuz I'm sure we've all felt like this before-

person 1- she's coming this way

person 2- you sure?

person 1- yep don't make eye contact!

person 2- psycho hose beast....

Yeah...don't want to be that girl.

Action plan- stick to the magic number.

3 is my magic number any more then that and it just gets messy.

At the same time, I do have fun when I'm all drunk and loud and saying inappropriate things to people I barely know, I guess I just don't want them to think badly of me. But then what's the harm really? I'm not an angry drunk, I don't insult people, if anything maybe I make people feel good because I'm the type of drunk who will tell you you're lovely, in fact I almost told a woman that last night but did have the restraint to stop myself but she really was looking gorgeous.

What's wrong with being really, really, REALLY friendly? Is that so bad?

And now I need pancakes and bacon...that will make everything feel better :D

I'm back!

Ok I've been back for a couple of weeks. I just had nothing really constructive or interesting to write.

I'm glad to be back in Muscat but man, it takes some getting used to again.

And of course my allergies kicked in the first week I was back, which ment that I was sort of sick and had to take my allergy meds at night, or suffer through it in the day because they make me super sleepy, and that makes for bad and dangerous driving.

I've been super busy since I got back.

I had a job interview that didn't go well, at all.

I went for coffee with friends a few times.

I hosted a super fun girls only dinner party which included some Dance Dance Revolution and Rock Band.

I took my dress to a new tailor for an upcoming ball.

I took my glasses in to the glasses shop to have the lenses fixed for a 4th time. Hoping this time they get it right.

I joined an event committee and am looking forward to seeing how it goes.

I went to the Park Inn rooftop bar and thought the service sucked ass but the atmosphere was really good.

I have my usual complaints, the driving, that not all grocery stores have the same stuff so I have to go to many different stores to get all the things I want, the dust, etc.

Other then that I've got nothing!

Canada was really good. I shopped until no one wanted to come shopping with me anymore, not even my mom because she found it exhausting.

I ended up at Sears and they had all their formal dresses on sale for 40% off so I got 4!

I bought all sorts of new exercise dvd's and have been doing them.

I bought tonnes of stuff from my 3 favorite shops, La Senza, Suzy Shier and Old Navy.

On my way back home though, a scary thing happened when I got to the airport. My mom booked me on the air bus because she doesn't like to drive to Toronto, and it was all fine but then at the ticket counter they asked to see the credit card that paid for the tickets.

It was at home here in Muscat in Cush's wallet, so obviously I didn't have it.

They would not let me fly without it. I spoke to everyone all the way up the chain but they all said I had to have the credit card, that, or buy a new flight for $2,000!

I asked if they were fucking kidding me, $2,000??? That's more then we paid for both our return flights in the first place.

That's when I started crying. It didn't work. I was so frustrated and upset. Flying is stressful enough without any added bullshit.

The solution was for me to call my mom from a pay phone, who then called Cush (at 3am Muscat time) woke him up, and had him scan his passport and both sides of his credit card.

At first they said he had to fax it over, and I said, oh ok because we have a fax machine in our house right?

I was getting a bit beligerant to be honest. I'd never been accused of credit card theft and fraud before.

Whatever, it all worked out in the end.

My mom has called the fraud squad to complain because no one should ever ask for the back of your credit card, and now we'll see what happens.

The part that really pisses me off is that Cush and I flew out on the same dates, our tickets were bought at the same time months ago on the credit card in question, we sat next to each other on the flight out and we have the same last name.

I wonder what the probability of fraud is when you take all those factors into account. I would bet it's pretty slim.

Oh well it all worked out.

Tonight I'm atteneding my first Christmas party of the season, just one month to go!

Also Cush and I are considering some plans for Eid. I think camping is on the menu.

Just as an ending bit, thought I'd share my new favorite song. I have to say I've bought every Franz Ferdinand cd over the years and I really like them! Those guys never let me down.

My favorite part of going home is listening to 102.1 The Edge, my favorite and best radio station EVER, because I get to hear music that I otherwise would probably never know existed.

One of my fondest memories of Toronto was sitting in my old apartment listening to Franz Ferdinand - Do You Want To and breaking in my brand new bong. That song went on forever! It was great!

Anyway, my favorite song of the moment- Ulysses by Franz Ferdinand. I'm not fond of the video but whatever.




Turn it up loud and enjoy!