Venial Sin

I’m in Lahore again for work. And while I’m here, I thought this morning that I should take full advantage of being a (relative) unknown in a (relatively) strange city, so after work, I trooped off to make some…ahem…purchases. You see, the problem with buying things of an intimate essential nature in Karachi is that there are only two or three stores which have unexpired, readily available stock of such items, and since I’ve been going to those stores for [...]

So when I said I was moving to Bangkok… …well, I still feel quite seriously about it. Either that, or I need to come here every two or three months for a week-long vacation, because I really like the city. The food, the people, the…well, the food once again. Obviously, living here as an actual resident versus a tourist would be very different, and I don’t know if I’m really ready–at this point in my life–to uproot (again!) and move [...]

No matter how many times I go to Lahore and/or Islamabad, I always find myself terribly confused by the people I meet in both cities. Not necessarily in a bad way, mind you, just…confused. Incidentally, I find myself very upset that John Barrowman has a partner. John, call me!

Nadia over at Mixed Nuts has tagged me and I, in a fit of weakness, have agreed to continue. I’m not sure who I’m going to tag, because I don’t think I still KNOW eight people, but for now, on with the show! The rules are as follows: each player lists 8 facts about themselves the rules of the game appear before the facts do the player ends by tagging 8 people, which means listing their names and then going [...]

All of my books have been ruined. I left them at my brother’s house, in the basement storage space. Today it rained and the basement and sewers flooded. They’re all gone. All of them. He just called to tell me that they’re being thrown out because of the raw sewage that they were steeped in overnight. A decade’s worth of books that I’ll probably never find again, at least not while I’m in Karachi. I think I’m going to cry.

You know you must be in love when instead of writing “the one with whom I think I’m in love,” you put down “this is the one I think I’m in love with.” Destruction of grammar and syntax must be noted down as a sign of romantic attachment at once. Will someone please give me air-miles for a free ticket back to Bangkok already?

You know, sometimes I feel that having sex with another bald man is kind of like a really elaborate form of masturbation.

I discovered the other night, courtesy of Talking Closets, that I have suddenly developed a serious problem. People. I have a conscience, and I know not from where it materialised.

OK, so whoever invented the Green Tea Chocolate Chip cookie deserves some sort of award, because the thing is fucking fantastic. A little too crisp for it to be completely perfect, but I’m well-known for preferring my cookies chewy. Yeah, I know how that sounds. So in the 36 hours I’ve spent in Bangkok thus far I’ve had margaritas and nachos at a Mexican-themed restaurant, served to me by a tweaked-out transvestite who simply could not stop grooving to a [...]