So, I ended up crashing at Belal and Yousef's last night, which I'm still trying to comprehend.
They live right in the middle of the fucking city. Right next to center city. And waking up and going downstairs for a cigarette doesn't seem that odd in that light then, does it?
Watching all these people scatter around, with their lattes', iphones, blackberries, and what nots', in their expensive suits and stuff. Aah, people running after the American dream.
It's depressing, but still a sight to behold.
With all the tall skyscrapers, the thin straight roads that cars ultimately get stuck on. Mostly because SEPTA - the public transportation system, is on strike. And it's messing up things for people that don't even use it.
And suddenly I don't see why I'm writing this blog post. I'm just going to go ahead and publish.
2 comments:
Urban beauty =)
first of all, nice blog, second how do you know yousef and bilal, and last would be are you indian or pakistani? and there is nothing about your life in riyadh so try to add some stuff...
Rani A.S. Haque
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