Thursday, June 26, 2008
Ok, this is going to be a quickie as the internet connection here in Gilgit is friggin' lightning fast and I'm abusing the power of wireless connection at my workplace - as opposed to writing a report due in I don't know, less than 2 weeks maybe?
So here's a brief update:
- If one more person asks me why I don't speak Brushushki (sp?!)(language of my original "tribe" so the speak) I shall blow up and commit a felony by stabbing them repeatedly with the utensil I so happen have in my hand at the time.
- I thought I was disorganized? Psh, the place I work for gives it a whole new definition - I've been here for two weeks and I still haven't a clue as to what I do AND what I need to write my report on (...temp..ta..tion..to fa...bri..cate..info)
- Guys here LOVE to show off at any opportunity they can get.
- The food here makes America seem like crap. (Nevermind the fact that it gives me stomach aches every single time I eat)
- I miss my wi-fi connection back home :(
Peace :D
{ 11:54 PM }
Friday, June 6, 2008
So I'm leaving tomorrow on a plane.
For 6 weeks.
And I'm not packed yet.
Not the slightest bit.
It's 12.01 am
It's called being screwed over.
Kapish? (sp?!)
{ 12:04 AM }
Monday, June 2, 2008
I've spent 5 nights trying to write this blog post. Or more accurately, trying to begin the post.
I now feel like a fool for every time I've claimed "omg, I'm going to kill myself..or I'd rather kill myself than do this yada yada"; I've felt like a fool ever since I saw his mother collapse in sobs in front of the life-size Jesus plastered to the front of that Catholic church, in front of all the family to see, in front of her son's casket.
I never knew the kid well. But I didn't have to. A couple of his and byes in the hallway were sufficient to establish his impression of being just absolutely wonderful. And I didn't get a chance to soak it all in; lest that moment in the graveyard as the doves were being released.
"Are you ready to release your son?"
"No, and I don't think I ever will be."
RIP Max.
We're all going to miss you.
{ 9:10 PM }