sex and the city spoof

A skit from Saturday Night Live. Very funny!
You gotta give it to Christina Aguilera...I don't like her, but she does a mean Samantha!

moments alone

Ooooh the weekend is over already. I think a new worldwide rule should be enforced that we should only have four-day working weeks. Surely it must be enough?

I had quite a consistenly busy week, which was fun. I like it when it's like that, because you have no time to get bored or restless, and days just fly by. But why is it that they also fly by when you voluntarily do nothing?

I did nothing but relax this weekend. Lazied around in bed on Thursday morning and dragged my white-self to the beach, only to be met with cloudy skies and violent gusts of wind. No worries, I was on my own with my wordsearch booklet and Ipod in hand...fun times for an occasional geek like me.

I lazied around in my big bed again this morning but quickly got up and ready for the beach when I saw the sun shining from my bedroom window. It was a busy day for the folks at the beach today, and a lot of people I knew were around. But I chose to seclude myself and hang out alone most of the time.

A friend came up to me at the end of the day while I was having a smoke and remarked that I seem to like solitude. I'm guessing he made that assumption based on this one time that I was alone, since I generally go to the beach with friends or family. But yes, sometimes I need to be alone. Even one of the beach staffers was baffled that I was on my own.

What's so wrong with being alone?

It's nice to want to be around people, not to need to be around them. And I learned that the hard way. When I was younger and much more foolish than I am today (if that's even possible), I used to love to surround myself with anyone and everyone. I was always looking for a conversation, always looking for attention.

I can't say I don't like attention anymore, but I've come to be the type that likes a few very close friends over hords of people who'd probably turn their back on you in a second. Of course, I'm not a I-don't-need-anyone kind of person...and I think it's sad when people won't admit to needing someone.

I need my family, I need my friends, I need a guy sometimes...but most of the time, I just want them around me because I love them. Alone time is precious to me; it's when I realise who I want in my life.

MEN!!!

Excerpt of a conversation between my former-crush-M and I earlier today, which started off based on an 'incident' that happened yesterday where he said something and went back on his word, all in a bid to get me interested in what he does. He hates to be analysed apparently, something I do day in and day out with everyone. So it turned into a conversation about the "let's date" scenario from over a month ago.

bla bla bla...

Me: "I said that you liked the attention that comes with saying something, making me think about it, and going back on your word. And I said that in reference to something else you've done before, which as far as I'm concerned was a joke, but didn't seem like it at the time. And I know you know what I'm talking about, so don't play stupid."

M: "Well, it was kind of a joke, and actually, you started to act in a very weird way after that..."

Me: "How?"

M: "Dunno, just the way you acted."

Me: "Ok, like how?"

M: "I can't remember now, it was just the way you acted. I felt you took it more seriously."

Me: "I didn't take it more seriously, I just considered it. And when someone shows interest, people usually consider it, no?"

M: "Well yeah, but we were laughing when we talked about it. Besides, we're friends, it would be weird."

Me: "M, I never brought this up, you did. And I know a joke from something a little more serious. And I'm the one who had said we were friends and it would be weird, not you."

(...)

M: "I didn't show interest. I only said if you weren't dating anyone in a month, I'll go out with you. Is that interest?"

Me: "See, you're reacting in a typical guy way. You got freaked out because I considered it."

M: "No I didn't."

Me: "And I don't see why you think I took it more seriously, since I clearly told you I was not looking for a relationship. "

(...)

Me: "My point is, it's been a month. Should we date?"

M: "hehe..."

Me: "Answer, I'm just trying to make a point."

M: "I don't think we should date. Is that your point?"

Me: "Yes my point is exactly that. You said something and went back on your word."

M: "Ok, as you like."

(...)

Me: "Anyway, I said all that and asked all of this just to make a point, and for you not to think that I just analyse you and others for nothing."

M: "Cool, so things won't be weird now? You and me?"

Me: "Why would it be weird? I was never interested in the first place M."

M: "Ok, are we cool now?"

Me: "Sure. We were always cool."

bla bla bla...


ARGH! Men are such pussies sometimes, and more importantly, so bloody annoying.
Is it wrong that I still find him attractive? :)

O Canada!

One of the very few things that makes me hang my head in shame at being Canadian...seal hunts.

I realise that this is a way of life for fishermen, but surely they can find another way to make a living?

Maybe I'm wrong, but the thought of these baby seals meeting their deaths so violently for the sake of a 'way of life' is sickening.


I know I know, I eat meat and cows are slaughtered every day. And yes I know all other kinds of animals are slaughtered every day...I've thought long and hard about becoming a vegetarian based on moral principles, but I haven't yet taken the step.

Anyway, back to the point, I wish Canada would do something about their seal hunt. I'd wish to remain a proud Canadian, although with crazy conservative Stephen Harper as prime minister, that may not be a realistic possibility. Why did the liberals have to go and screw it up!?

conversion gone wrong

For the first time in my 20-plus years of living in the UAE, I felt a sense of worry over what religion I was born into.

Gulf News' front page article today sent a uneasy feeling through my body when I picked up the paper this morning. I'd read about this story throughout the past couple of days, but the fact that Muslim scholars from the country I've called home for so long could be making such statements and possibly siding with the execution of a man based on his religion is frightening.

If those scholars got one thing right, it's that Bush needs to butt out of everyone's business. I hate him whole-heartedly. But the world, West, East, South and North, needs to stand up and do something about this.

I'm not religious and generally don't care about these issues because they are nothing but trouble, but to execute a man on the basis of converting to Christianity is pure madness. Everyday, thousands of Christians convert to Islam, and the world does not bat an eyelid. You don't see the Pope calling for these human beings looking for something to believe in to be put down.

I may not know much about religion, but the one thing I know is that in order to faithfully adhere to one of the three monotheistic religions, you must accept and be tolerant of the two others. So why on earth does the Shari'a law punish apostasy? Muslims are always preaching that their religion is one of tolerance, but this case is intolerance at its best.

Sadly, I know that the completely insane people of Afghanistan who want to execute this man for converting to Christianity are not a representation of the Muslim world or the religion itself. These people are barbaric and ignorant, and wouldn't know what faith or religion was if it hit them in their bearded faces.

Islamic scholars in the UAE are now seemingly supporting the execution, or at least punishment, of this man. I thought the UAE was more understanding, but religious fanaticism is rampant, and is now very much in our faces in the comfort of this country.

I hope the real and tolerant Muslims of this world can rally behind the rest of the world who thinks that executing this man is an act of intolerance, and more importantly, an act that defies the very thing that their God preaches.

With every fiber of my non-religious being, I pray that this man, and any other person judged or persecuted on the basis of their religion, will be spared. This is not faith, it's a complete joke. And if there's a god out there, he's definitely not knocking sense into the people that use his name as a pitiful excuse for pure madness.

Once again, I'll offer you another take on the matter, by someone much more eloquent and expressive than my little self. Thanks Fouad :)

boys and girls

For the second time this week, I've dreamt of the X. Why why why?

They've also both been dreams in which things get quite intimate. Hmm. I mentioned this to former crush M today, and he said it's a sign that X might come back into my life. No no no. I know he won't, and even if he does, I wouldn't give him much consideration.

Now, if he flies all the way from wherever he is and starts to tell me all about his feelings and why he was such a jerk, I might just listen. But there isn't a chance in hell that this would happen.

So...moving on.

As I mentioned, M is now a former crush. Except not really...The "I want him now!" vibe has definitely died down, and I didn't even flinch when he told me of a weekend fling with some out-of-town chick. On the contrary, I wanted to hear all the juicy details.

I'm afraid I may have moved into the friend zone. Except once in a while there's a look, a teasing "I hate you" that comes out of his mouth, or excessive accidental touching that make me wonder. I also asked M flat out whether he believes in friendships between guys and girls, to which he replied a very confident yes.

See, I don't believe in pure friendships between guys and girls. I think there's always a reason for the friendship; guy finds girl hot or vice versa, strikes up conversation, ends up going nowhere, but they end up friends. Or, guy and girl date for a while, ends up going nowhere, end up being friends. Or guy is girl's boyfriend's friend, so they end up being friends.

Anyway, the point is, I think there's no such thing as being friends between the two sexes, just for the sake of being friends. It may end up that way, but surely it does not begin that way. And in my very humble opinion, I think most guys I know would agree to that. So M's resounding "yes" was quite disconcerting. Maybe he was trying to make a point? (no Sky, I do not want you!)

Hmm.

Anyway, having a semi-crush isn't half bad, especially if you are not holding out for anything more than a little flirting here and there. It's fun. I catch myself staring at his very manly hands (so important!), involuntarily giggling at his dumb jokes, and even checking out areas no good girl should be checking out in broad daylight. Ah, lust...

job update

So I still have a job...phew. I wouldn't breathe too easy though; my company is known to be fire-happy. But at least all my bitching led to one constructive thing being done.

The boss and I had another argument this morning (he started it!), during which I told him it was not my problem if he wasn't competent enough to get his team together for a 10 min meeting everyday.

Within a half hour, an email had come through stating that daily meetings will be held from now on.

I'd jump for joy that my little voice has finally been heard, but we've tried this daily meeting thing before and it would work for a day and a half, and then everyone would go their own way again.

Fingers crossed, for the millionth time.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T

I've developped a temper over the past few years, but that temper only comes out with family and friends (sorry guys!)

It takes quite a bit for someone I don't know very well to push my buttons and get me to lose it. But ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure and pride to tell you that I finally told my boss off today! (but of course, being a girl, cried about it the minute it was over.)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Feels so good.

Seriously, I mean I'm nice and all...but I'm not an idiot. I may not speak up very much, but there comes a time when idiots need to be put back into their idiot boxes.

The whole tell-off-the-boss episode happened this morning, although it was over the phone. And I left the office before he had come back, so I have not seen him since. Tomorrow should be interesting. Either I will get fired (a realistic possibility), or he will understand that he cannot mess around with me (also realistic).

What really made me laugh in disbelief was how he kept telling me that I shouldn't question him because he's my boss, and that I shouldn't tell him what to do or not to do. And you know, if someone is not moronic, then yes I will shut up, because I definitely don't have enough wisdom or experience (yet).

But when someone is being an idiot and it's plain for everyone to see, then you can be certain that I will tell him/her, no matter who they are.

I was once again reminded today that you cannot command respect and that your job title, sex, age or race will not automatically earn you someone's respect. I respect those who respect me and those who treat me the way I deserve to be treated.

Man it felt good...but keep your fingers crossed for me. I still love my job and would love to still have it!

Sarah McLachlan - Sweet Surrender

mr and mrs brangelina?

When the BBC reports on rumours surrounding an upcoming Brangelina wedding, then you gotta start taking notice.

Will they? Won't they? Do we care?

Like many out there, I have an unhealthy fascination with that couple, even though their tactics with the press can be a little annoying, and even though I think Brad has been a bit of an ass. But I love Angelina. And those kids of hers (theirs?) are too freakin' cute.

I am definitely on team Angelina. And let's hope this wedding happens already...The rumours are getting old!

fear of flying

I refused an invitation to go on a short flight around the Emirates today as part of a tourism initiative.

Why?

I believe watching countless hours of National Geographic's "Air Crash Investigations" has finally gotten to me. I was afraid of getting on an airplane!

Last night, I watched the TWA flight 800 crash investigation, and man...all of these reconstructions flip me out.

I knew this might happen, as I've become a nervous flyer thanks to the culture of fear we live in. But I didn't think it would be this bad!

Anyway...I will definitely need to go through a National Geographic detox program before my next vacation.

Btw, for some illogical reason, I've always believed that if a plane (with me in it) would crash on land, I would survive. On the other hand, the minute I fly over the ocean, I try not to think about it as I believe I would never survive a crash in the ocean (more predators: hypothermia, sharks, baracudas...)

I also always get a very calming feeling whenever I see a super cute baby on one of my flights, as I tell myself that God (or physics) would not crash a plane with such an adorable baby on it.

I know, it's dumb reasoning. Any of you have weird predictions or superstitions about flying?

breathe

My mood's gone from awful to better to worse today. I know I'm moody sometimes, but this has got to be some kind of a record.

I woke up at 7'45 (WAY too early for me), went straight into the shower, except there was not a single drop of water. That explained the yelling I heard from my dad just before I woke up. Turns out one of the water heaters was leaking through the night, and the guys who came to fix it messed everything up by somehow switching off all of the water supplies in the entire apartment. Problem is, they couldn't figure out how to switch them back on.

I so wanted to go back to sleep and ditch work for the morning, but when the water came back on I showered and got ready in record time and still managed to make it on time to my 9 am engagement.

Work this morning was shitty. I won't get into it, but I will just say that everytime I try to give my dumbass boss a chance and think he is a nice guy and that we can all just get along, he goes and messes it up. I'm nauseous at the thought of seeing him tomorrow.

The second part of my work day was a little better, and I thought my mood was picking up. But I got home feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I wanted to crawl under my covers forever, but forever only lasted 15 minutes, until I was woken up by a work phone call. UGH!

Now I just feel hollow. I'm not sure what it is. I was just talking to my friend and telling her how I've been thinking about my ex lately, which is strange, considering I haven't thought of him in ages, and when I did, it did nothing to me.

The past couple of days, thoughts of him have just been whizzing by in my head. And whenever they do, I get this empty feeling inside of me. Sometimes I wish I could speak to him, revisit the memories, relive our relationship, if only just for a few minutes.

Our year-long relationship feels like a huge gap in my life. I almost can't recall anything. His smell, his voice, his words, his touch. Nothing. Empty. Even a song that would tear me apart every time I heard it because it reminded me so much of a night we spent together as it played repeatedly in the background...it no longer moves me.

The first time I heard it while I was in his arms, I knew it would take me a long time to get that haunting melody out of my head. Funny enough, I also thought of how much it would hurt to hear it whenever we would break up.

So in honour of my lost and forgotten relationship, I give you...

Lifehouse - Breathing
It seems like it's the only thing left I have to salvage that relationship. And it's tearing me apart right now.

yay or nay?

What do you guys think of the following?



Good thing? Bad thing? Don't care? The question also goes to all of you outside the UAE. (FYI: This is printed every week in a daily paper, Gulf News)

I'm torn actually. The first time I saw it last week, I was a little appalled by the "Worst Crash of the Week" title. It just didn't seem appropriate.

But on the other hand, maybe the images are horrific enough to hit a nerve with some people who drive like maniacs?

I'm still not sure if I agree with this whole thing, but it has definitely not left me indifferent.

Celine

I'm just as proud of Celine as the next "Canadian". But man she can be ridiculously hilarious sometimes!
Watch and laugh (or cringe).
(Thanks for the tip moryarti!)

matters of the hair

What is it about male hairdressers, who either look and act extremely gay and flamboyant, or so manly and wonderfully-moody that sitting in their chair for 3-plus hours is nothing short of pleasurable?

I finally got my hair cut and coloured this morning, it was long overdue. And luckily, I have the latter-described kind of hairdresser. He isn't particularly dreamy, but I guess it has something to do with a man fiddling around with my hair.

I am one of those who now can fall asleep when people play with my hair, as opposed to being a traumatised child because my hair was so fine that it would fall out in hords when my mean cousin (yes, Habz, you!) would pull on my hair!

And not that anyone cares, but I am so happy my hair is now healthy (knock on wood). I started dyeing my hair when I was 15 and have gone through almost every colour in the book. A few years back, I decided I would dye all of my hair brown, bleach a good 5 centimetres at the bottom, and dye those fire-engine red. It was nice for a day or two, but the red then turned into a Halloween-orange, leading a guy on the street to yell out: "Hey, Halloween is over!"

Hmm.

My hair was so damaged after that dye-job that everytime I washed it, it was so porous it looked like a soaked cotton ball. Not good. Even the hairdresser could not hide how sorry she felt for me.

Other hair disasters include me going to an AD hairdresser and asking for layers (at the height of their popularity in the early 90's). He asked me to put my head down, took a pair of scissors and just sliced it off in one go. I was left with a mullet. Seriously, Jon Bon Jovi had nothing on me.

I cried and cried and cried until my mullet grew out, and used every possible technique in the book to hide it until it grew out. Needless to say, I went through a "I-will-never-cut-my-hair-ever-ever-ever-ever-again" phase, which resulted in a full head of split ends and badly damaged hair.

So for my hair to look the way it looks now is quite an achievement, even if I splurge on a particular kind of shampoo every month. Expensive, yes, vain, maybe, but a girl is almost nothing without a good head of hair.

:)

Listening to: Desireless - Voyage Voyage
(Great classic French 80's track!)

eve teasing

In light of the 2006 Blog-a-thon on street harassment, which I missed, I'd like chip in my two cents. I don't claim to have any solutions, but I would like to raise a few points.

Many of my friends still live in the delusional belief that this city is safe for women. I'm not saying it's the crime-ridden streets of New York or any other big city in the world, and yes, we women do enjoy many privileges, thanks to the galantry of the men of this country.

But I've often been exposed to street harassment, and this is something that still scares me to this day.

The first time I experienced any sort of discomfort as a girl in this city was when I was 12 or so. I was waiting for my father to pick me up from a friend's house in the evening, when this bearded man walked past us, stood about 5 metres away, and started jacking off. I had nightmares about that for a while after.

Another time I was harrassed was when I was about 15, some guy voluntarily bumped into me as I was walking home from school and called me a whore, for no apparent reason. After that, he stood near my house every week for about a month, touching himself as I walked past him. I finally told my father about it, and once dad confronted him, he went away.

A few years back, I was window shopping in the dead of summer on Hamdan street with a friend. I was wearing a long sleeved shirt with a high-necked collar and a pair of jeans, when this man came up to me and said: Are you working? I was so naive that I didn't even flinch, until my friend started yelling at him.

In that moment, I understood that it would never matter what I wore, how I looked or what I said. I am a woman, and no matter what, no matter where I go in the world, chances are someone will make a disgusting comment.

As I said, I still live with this fear out here. I have faith in this country and its people, but when I read about the young woman who was gang-raped in Dubai and that those criminals only got a two-year sentence, my heart dropped.

All I can do now is walk around with an attitude. Being naive will not work out here or anywhere for that matter, although I do wish I could retain some innocence. I hate giving attitude, as it's not me at all. Also, a lot of well-mannered and good-intentioned men may think I'm a bitch. But without the attitude, I think women would fall victim to idiots much too easily.

I do, however, love it when idiotic Arabs make lewd comments thinking I'm a Westerner. The look on their faces when I answer in Arabic is priceless. I think it goes to show the discrepancy in how Arab men respect Arab vs. non-Arab women.

I'm glad the blog-a-thon took place, maybe it will raise a few eyebrows, hit a few nerves, and open up some minds.

if

If someone were to play you in a movie, which actor/actress would it be?

will ADS get her groove back?

Warning: I'm about to be a complete girl and whine about a guy. (You have been warned)

Well, to sum everything up, I feel like I've lost my groove.

I used to have a groove, used to be very straightforward, and went for whatever it is I wanted when it came to guys (except of course when I really really liked a guy, then I'd just become a dumb girl again.)

I've had another crush lately, M. I've known him for a few months, but never really thought of him that way, until now.

A few weeks ago we were having coffee and this is how the conversation went.

M: "So when are you going to find yourself a boyfriend?"
ADS: "Um, excuse me? I'm not looking for a boyfriend. Why?"
M: "Ok here's what...if in a month, you aren't dating anyone, we start to date, casually."
ADS: "Um, ok, why?"
M: "Come on, we can try it out."
ADS: "But things might get weird."
M: "No no, they won't." (pulls out his phone and mockingly puts a reminder in his calendar to start dating me on March 18.)

Anyway. Since then, I've considered the idea and realised that yes, I would like to date him casually. In fact, I find him extremely attractive now. And, I am not looking for a relationship, so the word casual calmed my fears.

There was some heavy flirting via sms a week or so after that, at which point we definitely went beyond proper 'friend' etiquette.

And since then...almost nothing. There's a little flirting here and there, but it stops there.
We were out the other night and he made a chauvinistic comment to which I replied: "Hey watch out. If you still want that date, it's not gonna happen if you say things like that." To which he replied with a smirk: "Huh? What date?"

I've dropped a few obvious hints since then, and it's clear he enjoys my company...but why have things not yet developped? More importantly, why do I feel like they've gone backwards?

In light of the now-defunct HK crush and this M-crush seemingly going nowhere, I definitely feel like I've lost my groove.

SOS!

Listening to: Dire Straits - Sultans of Swing

why?

Why do passport pictures almost always turn out ugly?

I'm having my passport renewed and just got back from the photographer's. I'm stuck with a picture that makes my neck look like it's 5 metres wide for the next 15 years.

I don't mean to sound vain, but I'm usually quite photogenic. In fact, I look better in pictures than I do in person. So why why why do I always look horrible in passport pictures, no matter what I do?

On top of everything, we are no longer allowed to smile in passport pictures. The horror...

For future reference, do you guys have any tips on how to take a good passport picture?
(what to wear, how to sit, how not to look 5 metres thick?)

happy saturday

Happy Saturday everyone. I try to convince myself it's happy too, but I've really come to be annoyed with Saturdays...(back to work for us here in Abu Dhabi for those outside the UAE).

The weekend was really fun, and unusually eventful! It was my friend S's birthday on Thursday, so we stuffed ourselves with a humongous meal on Wednesday night. Thursday morning we set out for Um Al Quwain where we took S and some people skydiving!

No, I did not jump. I've jumped before...on July 31, 2001, to be precise. I remember because skydiving is completely out of my nature. I'm a hypocondriac and a worrier...so jumping off a plane isn't exactly my thing. But my friend M and I had gone to watch M's mom skydive. She came back to the ground, completely serene and calm, telling us she wasn't going to let us leave unless we jumped.

I tried to find every possible excuse in the book, from my ears to my sinuses, and my hair to my feet. But I was assured that my ears would not burst, that my sinuses would not explode, that my hair would be just fine -albeit a little frayed-, and that my feet might feel wobbly once on the ground. Nothing major.

Once I swiped my bank card to pay for the jump, that's when I really freaked out. After that, I was surprisingly calm, except when I turned around to look at M while we were on the plane and she was majorly freaking out.

But I was the first to jump...and oh my god! Amazing amazing amazing. I was on an adrenaline rush for 3 days after that. But I know that I could not do it again, at least not just yet. But I highly recommend it!

Anyway...so the UAQ Aeroclub was pretty cool, although quite disorganised. It took 2 hours from the time we got there till the first person jumped. Four of our friends jumped and they absolutely loved it. It did however take us 3 long hours to get back to Abu Dhabi as we got stuck in ridiculous traffic on Emirates Road. Very annoying.

(those specks in the pic are people, btw...:)

We ended up going out to a salsa/arabic party that night, and it was good times all around.

But it's back to work now...and also back to planning another birthday that is coming up in 3 weeks. M's birthday in fact, who is S's sister. It's hard to beat skydiving on your birthday...We're short on ideas. Any suggestions?

Listening to: Sublime - Santeria

my first ever blog tag

Yay! I've been tagged! And here I was thinking I had been left out...it's the middle child in me, always feeling insecure..:p

So here goes!

Four jobs I've had:
- Intern at Radio One (Abu Dhabi)
- Salesperson (Montreal), which lasted about a minute and a half
- Copywriter for an ad agency (Abu Dhabi), hated it!
- Freelance reporter

Four movies that I could watch over and over:
- Bridget Jones' Diary (first one)
- The 5th Element
- Romeo and Juliet
- Moulin Rouge

Four places where I've lived:
- Lebanon, for a year after I was born
- Abu Dhabi (for 17 long years)
- Montreal (6 years)
- Back to Abu Dhabi! hmmm...not very exciting

Four TV shows that I like:
- Friends
- Sex and the City
- Scrubs
- Lost

Four places where I've vacationed:
- Busko Zdroj, Poland
- Israel
- Lugano, Switzerland
- Paris

Four of my favourite dishes:
- SEAFOOD!
- Mujaddarah (lentils, yummy!)
- Vasco's' shrimp curry
- Fondue (cheese, meat, chocolate, anything goes!)

Four sites that I visit daily:
- www.eonline.com
- http://dlisted.blogspot.com
- http://trent.blogspot.com
- http://popsugar.com
(I know, I'm a celebrity gossip whore!)

Four books that I've read this year:
I'm very sad to announce that I have read zero books this year. I'd better get on it. My reading phase will surely come back soon.

Four bloggers that I'm going to tag:
Anyone who'd like to share, please feel free! The more I know about you guys, the better!

lost in translation

Many of my posts have been about music lately. I must be in love? Oh, so far from it!

But I have a question to the Arabic-speaking readers out there.

I've been completely addicted to Hussein Al Jasmi's song, Al Shaki. I know it's a little old, but that beat just gets me going everytime.

Except I cannot understand a quarter of what he's saying. My Arabic is good, but not good enough to understand such a pronounced Emarati accent. All I get is that he's talking about someone who left him and that he is sad?

Anyone care to translate?

Thanks!