Cornellian's blog

I'm stressed out, mad, pissed off, got so much work to do, and just generally hating the world!

So what do u do on days like these to fight the urge or either killing someone, commiting suicide or running away with some cute Peurto Rican to a far away isolated island and end up fishing for the rest of ur life ??

I recently came back from vacation and it made me wonder...why am I here? There's an entire WORLD out there waiting to be explored, so why did I end up here in Qatar? Arghhh...how I wish to be driving on some highway in Europe, where it's all green with wonderful weather. In the hopes of preventing me from going insane I'm coming up with a list of the good things that happened to me this past year cause I was in Qatar:

1- Made good friends
2- Good choice for my career
3- Found QL and all its wacky people (love u guys!)
4- Learnt alot of new eye opening cultural things
5- Have a better understanding of the traditions here
6- Become more open minded due to the diversity
7- Got a cat :D
8- Got a car

According to the Oxford dictionary, raspberry is a plant that produces a tart, sweet, red composite fruit in summer or early autumn. But according to MY dictionary, raspberry is a portal gateway to my past.

Good Morning everyone! Anyone else feeling nostaligic this morning? Well here's something I wrote when I was ...

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{Here's a little something I wrote recently, I really like it cause it reflects alot about me, tell me what u guys think}

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A strange woman was standing in front of me. Face to face, with unblinking eyes, we stared at each other for a what seemed like eternity. Who is she? What does she want from me? I wondered. She looked at me, as if she knew me, as if she could read my mind. Oh how can I forget those knowing eyes? The eyes that seemed to look deep into my naked soul. She seemed familiar, yet distant, I’ve seen her somewhere, sometime, I just could not remember where and when. She said she knew me, she knew my past and my present, but what struck me most was that she said she forgave me. I was shocked. What have I done to this woman who I don’t know ?

Ok so I've been off QL for a few days cause I was really busy and was trying to prove to myself that I'm not addicted to it. Anyways, I couldn't help but write now because of what happened today.

I'm just sitting here wondering why the hell I've been awake since 6.30 am on a saturday morning ?? Sometimes I really don't understand myself! And since there are no threads or arguments to comment on I thought I'd write a useless blog :-)

Oh yeah, does anyone know where I can get a nice breakfast from?

It's the weekend ! yay ! I'm just sitting here ( supposed to be working) counting the minutes till my weekend starts! I wonder where I would be without weekends...probably in some mental institute! You know how u plan ur weekend and have a lot of things to do and catch up on but end up doing absolutely nothing other than sleeping, sleeping and well...some more sleeping! So I gave up on the idea of makes plans and decided just to go with the flow. I'm having an internal conflict whether to go to Global Dj's or just chill at home and relax with friends since it's been yet another tough week. Is anyone from QL going ? What are some of ur plans for the weekend ?

I'm usually hyper and social, talking with everyone and laughing out loud. But not today. Today was Me day, I just didn't feel like talking, no specific reason, just didn't want to say anything, do u get one of these days ? when u just want to listen to ur music, walk around, just set ur thoughts free and let ur imagination roam the universe with no boundaries, no limits. Well if u know what I'm talking about then that's me today.

You get into ur car, u drive home, open the door, turn on the lights, eat dinner, watch tv, go on QL, etc and seem to repeat the same routine everyday. Well atleast that's how it's been for me.

It seems that everyday is a replica of the day before, constantly doing the same thing...studying, eating, sleeping and over again. Sure I go out and have fun in the weekends, but aren't there times when u wonder why ur here and what ur doing and whether it's worth it? Don't u wonder sometimes if this is the life u wanted ?

Good evening everyone, today was a touch of reality, something which I needed.

I had volunteered in a medical camp which was an event that helped people from the subcontienent(mainly low class workers) in educating them in medical fields, giving them free physical check ups, etc. The first moment I entered the camp, my first thought was "what the hell am i doing here?" cause it was full of those construction workers gawking at me and making me feel uncomfortable, children running and screaming and women chattering away. I couldn't go back...I had made a commitment and had to stick to it. Afterall what kind of a doctor would I be if I just left when things got a bit uncomfortable for me ?

I went to my booth and waited for people to approach so I can start explaining stuff. Slowly people started approaching and my first thought was "Oh God!". I know it was cruel of me, but I mean after being in Qatar for this long, U tend to avoid low-class workers. But I had to face them if I wanted to be a proper doctor, my mission was to help people regardless of who they were. And so I did.

As I started talking to more people, they started telling me about their pains, asking for advice, talking about qatar, their life here, family, and slowly i started learning more about them. And then it hit me...

They weren't just workers. They were dads, sons, and brothers. They face problems everyday, they face a life that I could never imagine living. They face abuse and poverty, that I could never bare. More importantly, they wanted to learn. I felt like they were clinging on to my words, listening intentively, asking questions, wanting to now more. I was amazed.

Next time u walk down the street and see a bunch of workers, or drive by and see a bus full of them. Don't just look at them as a bunch of workers but see them as individuals who have been through so much and who fight for their survival everyday. These people are much braver than I'll ever be.

Hello QLer's, I thought I'd start a blog to vent out stress, express ideas and share thoughts. Hope u guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I wanted to start my blogs with a poem which I love and I find to be amazing on so many levels, it's for a great 17th century metaphysical poet called John Donne, I know it might seem depressing and all but if u really think about it, u'll find that it's not depressing at all but it rather impowers us and makes us stronger people, here it is :

Death be not proud

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be