This is frigin' weird! My old blog is back on!

Now, I have two identical blogs! Should I use this one or the new one @ http://jambinos.blogspot.com/

This is making me both dizzy and schizo! :p

I am only happy when it rains

Today I went out for a walk and got rained on. It was cool. I love it when I get caught in the rain unprepared and then scurry for cover. It’s as cheap a thrill as one can get in these parts.

People rejoice when we get first rain in Kuwait. It signals the official end of summer and the start of the desert camping season which, by the by, begins officially tomorrow (Wednesday).

Also, when the rain comes early, it means a bountiful truffle (Faqaa) season. Sautéed truffles with brown rice pilaf and almonds, or Risotto al Faqaa, yum! :)


Happy when it rains
Rain and tears
Singing in the rain

Dream Bonanaza

Ceci n’est pas une pipe

Last night I had at least 10 different dreams, each was a unique episode. I don’t remember all of them, but here are the ones that I still have a trace of.

Dream 1
I was part of an elite Special Forces team preparing for an invasion of a central Asian country, and no, I haven’t seen the trailer to Rambo IV last night.

Dream 2
I was being chased by a lioness (not a lion because she didn’t have long fur around her head). That one actually woke me up in horror because she actually got to me. I was a goner.

Dream 3
My coffee maker is not where it supposed to be in the kitchen and I’m desperately looking for it all over the place. Later I confronted my brother who deliberately hid it in the back of the pantry. I told him: What the hell did you do that for? You know I must have coffee every morning! He didn’t reply. The odd part, I was in my real age and my brother, who’s 2 years younger than me, was a kid (maybe 8 or 9).

Dream 4
This is the scariest one. This is when I finally woke up and said: the hell with it! Enough dreams for one night.

Have you ever had a dream that was real? What I mean by that is you dream that you are in your bed, in your room to the extent that you are not quite sure if you are asleep or awake. Well, I had one of those.

In the dream, I was lying in my bed half asleep and there was someone sitting on the edge of the bed near my feet with their back towards me. That really scared the *&#@ out of me! I remember telling myself wake up man; wake up and it will go away! This is just a dream. I woke up and went straight to my Krups 867 Bistro, and thankfully, it was there :)


Put your lights on
Female of the species
Dreams
A girl

Hard hittin'

An old flame of mine is hitting on me hard. I got 28957 million SMS messages from her wishing me happiness on the Eid occasion, in three languages! We were childhood friends, but she's married now with kids! YO! Sup? How do I deal with this?

Shall I end it before it even starts?

Mea culpa

Sadness

Only human

Plastic Batman

My first birthday suit, well OK my second, was a Batman suit. I still remember the smell of the PVC wrap when I opened the box. OMIGOD! I have a plastic fetish!

Have a scary Eid y'all!

Batman
Werewolves
Let's Jam til we drop

My first CD

Still rocks! So, what's the first CD you ever possessed?

Sledgehammer
In your eyes
Big time

Am I Claustrophobic?

Updated artwork :)

I never had problems with tight spaces before. In fact, I was stuck in an elevator once for fifteen minutes a few years ago with no light and I was ok. It all started when I went to this home theater shop and tried a demo. I remember the demo room was not small, but it was acoustically and visually treated so you can’t hear any ambient noise, meaning zero light and sound from any external sources.

The guy turned the lights out to start the demo, but he took his time. It was pitch black. You can’t see or hear a damn thing. I felt somewhat disorientated, much like being in a sensory deprivation tank. It only lasted like 90 seconds. Suddenly, my heart started beating faster and I remember how I was desperately looking for light, any light, so much so that I repeatedly pushed the light button on my watch just to see something.

Episode two: The freak out

I was in France on a wine tour. The guide took us to a wine cellar. It was tight, dark and deep underground. The first symptom was again fast heartbeat and a bit of cold sweat. The second was feeling extremely suffocated, like I cannot breath. The third was I WANT TO GET OUT, NOW! I interrupted the poor guide in the middle of his presentation. The exit, where is the exit? I exclaimed. He was like, what exit monsieur? We’re 20 feet underground! And I’m like we’re what? And no emergency exits? I nearly choked him.

I was not like that before. I really don’t know what triggered it. This was never a problem for me, but now I am at a point where I would not go down Oxford Circus tube station if you put a gun to my head. I’m serious. Is this normal or am I losing it?

Wishful thinking
In your room
Cannonball
Candy
خطار