The Time I Cancelled THAT Shipping Company

I’ve been meaning to post this for awhile now as I’ve been in a roller coaster of unfortunate events with this specific company which I’m not going to name. If you follow me on twitter, you’ll know instantly which company I’m referring to.


Let’s start from the beginning, I’ve been using this company for about 2 years now. I pay extra for their “services” when they ship my items that I bought online and I go to their office to receive those items when they arrive to my country. Sometimes their shipping payment is more than the actual item I bought, basically I’ve been paying way too much to this company for way too long.


Anyway I’ve been getting fed up lately since my packages has been coming a week late, sometimes even more and they don’t really provide a logical explanation to the customer at least informing us what’s going on. Fast forward to last month, I’ve got a notified that my package arrived to their office on 17th of May. On their website nothing was up on my account as if that package never arrived so I assumed the shipping address was mislabeled or something so I sent an email to THIS shipping company to check this issue. I described the package shape, what’s written on it, what’s inside it so they would know that’s mine.



I was like Ok, let’s try calling … No.One.Replied.

In fact the phones were off for days, I kept calling in morning and then evenings. No one answered…

I could’ve went to their office but it’s quite far from my location and their Ramadhan timing isn’t convenient for me and my current condition. I decided to contact their official Twitter handle and tell them about my package issue plus the poor customer service. They replied and said they’ll handle it don’t worry and give us 2 -3 days to add that package to your account so I could finally receive it. Guess what …



When finally someone replied to me when I called, I mentioned that my packages arrived last week and I need them to be delivered to my house since I’m pregnant it’s hard for me to come to the office. The guy wrote down my address and said they’ll be delivered today or tomorrow, then I mentioned about my package that hasn’t been added to my account for about two weeks now and I didn’t get any reply on email or call about it. The guy replied …. That’s another service which I’m not specialized in … wow wow wow


And then the next day, I finally got a reply for my emails that I spammed them everyday. While replying back and forth to the employee, I’ve honestly sent the tracking number almost three times to this person while he keeps asking me to send him the tracking number again. I don’t know if he’s just slow or I’m just super aggressive because I’m pregnant but that agitated me even more, and of course he stopped replying to me.

Meanwhile my packages that I mentioned earlier that was supposed to be delivered to my house got a status update that they are on the way. Six hours later, I see a status update “Customer not available, delivery rescheduled


I didn’t get any call and I was waiting the whole time for this delivery.


As usual I call for the next two days and I get no reply.

No update regarding my lost package and no one delivered my packages.

On the third day, I finally get a reply and I was livid and I wanted to lash on the employee who replied to me but I can’t put a blame on her when it’s a whole team who’s supposed to be working on this. So I told her everything and she was very sympathetic with me, in fact she was angry of how I got treated and how poor customer service has been. She pulled out the names of the people who updated my packages status that day when it was supposed to be delivered, she instantly took my packages to be delivered that day and she told the team to reply to my emails. Two hours later, my packages arrived to my house finally.


A day later, the lost package finally got added to my account. I’m very thankful for this lady who helped me, I really hope this company fixes this broken customer service team at least because these three weeks was very stressful for me to handle. Obviously I’m canceling this shipping company and I would never want to use them ever again, I rather pay extra for shipping with a different company than using them again.



Living by Numbers


I work in the IT department so I got asked for help by employees, over things that deserve my attention or sometimes I would view it as ridiculous favors. This is one of the times that I got asked for help by a lady who made my eyes roll into their own orbits. She came to me asking for help regarding Twitter, it’s not exactly in my job description to help employees with their own personal accounts but I said I’ll listen to her till the end. So she has a private account and gets following requests, she accepts EVERYONE and then proceeds to follow EVERYONE. Does that make sense ? For me it honestly doesn’t.

Twitter have set a limit for following accounts which is 5000 and this lovely smart lady keeps getting an error that she cannot follow anyone anymore because she reached the limit and she’s asking my help. There’s a fine line between idiocy and ignorance, and I feel like stating the obvious in her condition but I won’t because I’m trying so hard to nice and I’m going to say she’s just ignorant. I felt like I want to give her a lecture about this but I’ll sum it up here in a more detailed way, how I view social media and how we are living by numbers.

Do you genuinely care about those 5000 people or accounts that you have the time to read every tweet they post ? Do they post interesting content that you feel the need to follow over 5000 accounts ? I think you just want more followers because those numbers excite you and having a private account makes people curious about your account and how you gained over 17k followers while having a private account. Do you personally know every person you follow ? Did you at least have a brief conversation with that person so you would easily press the follow button or was it blindly follow for follow mechanism ?

It just baffles me that she replied after all what I said “Don’t you feel that you have to follow a person after that person had the time to follow you ?” No, I don’t feel that I’m obliged to. What if that person posts things that would upset me, maybe inappropriate content. You’re not really forced to follow anyone who follow you, I wouldn’t get upset if I follow someone and that person didn’t follow me back it just common sense to me.

This incident got me thinking how social media made us care a bit too much about numbers next to our names or handles, how much traffic I can get for my blog and how many people that follow me on social media such as Instagram and Twitter, how many likes I could get from posting photos. I get that people can make a living out of that but sometimes it gets out of control and reality isn’t about likes, followers and replies. I’d love to know your view on this matter and what do you think about this situation.


The Time I Got Asked to Host a Radio Show

This might come out as a shocking post to the people who know me because this is totally out of my character.

I’ve been inconsistent in posting in the past 2 months as I mentioned before because of my work and recently I finally finished this project so this event happened during that time. We were updating all computers within the firm to Windows 10 and that took awhile since we had over 800 machines to work on, anyway this happened when I was working in the English Radio department.

As you may or may not know, I work in the Public Authority for Radio and TV so I work around studios and radio booths as everything related to this form of media goes through. I was working in the English Radio department as I mentioned and while I was working, there was an employee walking around helping me by opening the offices in that department so I can finish upgrading the computers faster by working on multiple machines at the same time. I’m a friendly person, I like getting to know people so I decided to start a conversation with this person and as the conversation went by, I asked him who chooses the songs for the radio.


The guy told me about two employees who chooses the songs and also hosts the radio shows they air regularly and they both aren’t Omanis, so the guy was amused in my interest in music and he said “Why don’t you create a playlist for us of 60 minutes” and honestly my eyes lit up from excitement.


If you know me, I’m addicted to music so I was REALLY happy when he asked me. I instantly agreed and we exchanged numbers so he can contact me later for the details and all because it’ll be like a part-time job for me. Later on he made me meet the managers and they asked me to speak to them in English so I did, they were impressed and all the sudden asked me to create a playlist and host a radio show with these tracks.


Obviously I freaked out because one of my fears is public speaking, I don’t know how many times I tried to escape presentations in college since I get nervous I sweat and talk too fast and I start shaking. Then they said they ALSO want me to read the news on the radio as well because apparently I have a good voice and accent for it, which made me MORE scared. They tried to calm me down by saying we’ll help you to develop that side of you, we really like supporting such talents and we believe you’ll do great with us.

And here I am now, confused about this whole thing because it’s out of my comfort zone. I really want to do it because of that reason actually, it’ll definitely build my confidence and also strengthen my character. Hopefully I’m going to start by creating playlists and we’ll see what happens from there.

Thanks for reading and have a great day.


The Time I Created a Game

In the previous post, I mentioned that I want to return to developing games because recently I’ve been getting requests to finish a certain game and I honestly didn’t think it would have that amount of attention so let’s talk about The Game.

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I started making this game as a joke and to vent my frustration from college so I’m ashamed to say it had so much vulgar language that I wouldn’t want my children to find it. I created it for me and my friends, and added them as characters in the game and used our actual conversations as dialogues in it.

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So the main character Yuki was born from a weird conversation I had with my friend Sue and we thought why not use her in a game. We were brainstorming how Yuki should look like and we ended up choosing this chibi design.

The NPCs were regular Omani characters wearing abayas or dishdasha (Omani costumes) and the dialogues were a bit of stereotyping and I might get in trouble for it.

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I hated this teacher so much for everything he made me go through and I had to make him in the game, I feel bad now that I’m older and seen these dialogues but I actually had so much fun creating this game.

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My friends enjoyed it because of all the inside jokes and how I created the chibi form of them based on how they actually look.

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So the game screenshots somehow ended up outside our friends group and I started getting tweets from people asking me about it and it was overwhelming because they were actually enjoying it, and asking me if I’ll continue making it.

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It feels nice going back to this game, it made me feel nostalgic and sort of miss college days … a little bit. When I ran this game earlier, it made me want to return to developing games as I mentioned in the previous post and I’m planning to do that.

Have a great day dear readers.



The Time I Met a Creepy Hairdresser

I mentioned before that I had a weird encounter at the salon before Eid in my previous posts so let’s talk about that. I made an appointment for hairdye, waxing and facial, and I’m already used to the ladies working there as they know exactly what I want so I trust them with my hair and skin.

Now I reached at 8 pm and proceeded to start with my hair, so while the dye settle in my hair, they could working on the other parts.


The lady who works on my hair is a beautiful Pakistani girl and she has the most gorgeous hair I’ve seen (This part will make sense later so keep that in mind)

While she was sectioning my hair to start applying the hairdye, some lady entered the room and I didn’t recognize her. Later she approached me saying hi and all, introduced herself as a new worker in this salon. I don’t want to comment about how she looks and sound shallow but I can say that I got a really bad vibe from her, also I started to notice that the Pakistani lady face started to change from smiling to annoyed.

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She tried to help my hairdresser but she was completely clueless about managing my hair so it was clear to me, she never done this before and I started to panic. In my head I was thinking “Oh god she’ll mess up my hair” Thankfully my hairdresser stopped her and told her just to hold my hair if she really want to help, and I can see that she was getting annoyed.

I tried to be friendly, asking what she’s specialized in and she said threading, facial and henna. If she’s clueless about hair that much, I’m scared to trust her with my face. While I was debating myself in agreeing to let her do my face, she started saying weird stuff.

Here’s how the conversation played out as they both were working on my hair..

Weirdo Lady: So where will you go after Eid ?
Pakistani Lady: Umm .. Dubai
Weirdo Lady: I’ll come with you, take me with you
The Pakistani Lady just smiled still looking annoyed.
Weirdo Lady: I’ll come with you to Pakistan as well but don’t leave me there alone, I’ll stay with you and your husband. You know I’ll just wrap myself on your car so I can always go with you and your husband
The Pakistani Lady still silent and pretending to be busy with my hair

Mind you, she was completely serious while saying those words and I was hoping she was just joking with her coworker. 

Weirdo Lady: (In Arabic) I really love this girl, too bad her husband took her from me. I want to be with her, I really love her.

My eyes just stayed wide open and I was about to shout WTF WTF WTF. The Pakistani lady looked confused because she doesn’t know Arabic well so asked me to translate and I was stuck on how to explain this .. weird .. person words. Honestly I got creeped out and understood why the Pakistani lady was annoyed and seemed uncomfortable around this lady.

I don’t know why I felt so uncomfortable around her and I just wanted her to go away, I don’t want to judge her but the way she talks was too creepy and weird. That’s why I left the salon without doing facial since I don’t want that lady to be anywhere close to me.

What would you do if you encountered all the sudden an inexperienced hairdresser in your favorite salon who’s making the other workers uncomfortable like this situation, I’d love to know what you guys think.


The Time I Asked my Mother to Kill Me

I’m one year late in posting this, but in my defense I wasn’t over it and I needed time to settle on it. In case you’re lost, this is my labor and delivery story because my son’s first birthday was couple of days ago so it’s fitting to talk about it now I guess.

It all started on 5th of January when I was having my weekly checkup and I’ve been feeling slight cramps like period but not really consistent so I said it’s Braxton Hicks contractions but I was around my 38th week so I mentioned that to my doctor just to make sure anyway. Let me just say that I hate the whole finger sticking up in my vagina, I seriously feel uncomfortable with that.  So she found out I was in early labor and my cervix was dilated even though the plug hasn’t dropped yet but because I have asthma she decided to keep me in the hospital in the first stage room till I properly start labor while they keep an eye on my asthma problem. Now in that room, all the ladies are going through labor and all the doors near that room where the whole delivery process is going are opened so I could hear all the screaming, crying and cursing, and it really made me nervous.

I spent the night there and there wasn’t any progress so my mother convinced the doctor to let me return home and stay there till the actual labor starts because I was really getting nervous and scared in that environment, maybe that’s why nothing happened. Anyway back at home, I was miserable and I just wanted to get over with it I was doing everything I know about inducing labor. That night my husband was feeling sorry for me so he took me out on a small date just to walk on the beach and relax for a bit, that’s when I started feeling the contractions coming more frequently and it was getting stronger. We returned home and the cramps were getting stronger but still bearable, I felt something’s gonna happen that night so I asked my mother to keep her phone on since I was staying at my family’s house that day.

I stayed awake all night because of the cramps, I spent my time walking around the living room or watching TV. I was laying on my back around 5 am and then when I stood up to get something from kitchen, I heard a pop and it was loud since it was coming from inside me and then I felt the water running. I started panicking and wore a pad because I don’t want to mess the place with my water, then I called my mother. She came down and calmed me down, took me to the hospital and that’s when the actual real pain of labor started and I had no idea it was going to be THAT painful. Couple of hours later after being monitored by the nurses for my contractions and cervix dilation, I was ready to be moved to the delivery room. I remember that I was going through so much pain, I didn’t had time to actually scream and all like what the movies show but that’s when I told my mother “Please kill me, I can’t do this anymore I don’t want to do this” 

The time passed really slowly as I was trying to push my baby out and I remember seeing the nurses bring 4 types of surgical scissors thingies to do a episiotomy and from the amount of pain I was going through I didn’t feel it when they did the cut. Eventually I felt the baby was being pulled out and I heard his cry for the first time and that’s when my mother just broke down crying next to me and I thought something happened to my baby but my poor mother was crying because I was going through so much pain and baring it all.

The moment I held my son on my arms for the first time, I forgot every pain I went through. It was such an amazing feeling to hold this child who spent nine months inside me and never met me but looks deeply in my eyes like he knew me in like forever, while I was falling deeply into my son’s eyes the nurses was doing my stitches and it wasn’t that painful.

I honestly feel so blessed to be a mother, I didn’t think I would ever experience such feeling and it’s quite hard to explain it. If you are expecting a baby, please know that the whole child birth experience is different from lady to lady and I know part of you is scared about the whole pain during labor but it’s just a stage from the process and it’ll pass. I originally wrote this for my friend who’s 34 weeks pregnant at the moment and thought of sharing it on my blog.

Hope you enjoyed this long post, have a great day.

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The Time I Was Catfished – Dramatic Ending

I totally forgot to post about my catfishing story for awhile as I seem to have milked it for way too many parts.

  1. Introduction
  2. He Had Amnesia for 3 Hours
  3. Survived a Bullet Through The Head
  4. The Ex Showed Up
  5. He Came to See Me

I decided to post how it all ended since I stretched it out for quite some time and trust me the ending is more dramatic than jaws theme music – I have no idea if that theme was actually considered dramatic. Anyway, so by the time this all happened I was already fed up from all the dramatic stories he keeps making up as I posted about them before so I was already considering leaving this insane person and move on with my life. I needed one more last trigger in this so-called relationship to just snap and it happened …

Now I’m already on the verge of blocking this human and it’s been almost a year since we started talking with all this madness fantasy shit he’s doing, a girl messaged me saying I need to talk to you about X guy. Why am I not surprised ? I replied “What now ?” and here’s what she said that made me quit using this app forever because everyone using it have some sort of mental disorder and insane “I’ve been sick with a disease and I might die soon, I cough blood and the doctor said I have only this week to live. I love X guy and I want him to be mine till I die then you can have him and forget about me. He’s been really nice to me saying he’ll be my boyfriend in the past 3 months and I was happy but I needed to tell you this because you deserve to know”



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Let me tell you about this dying girl, for about a week prior to all of this, she was updating her status every day counting down the days before she commits suicide, why ? Because all the people in that app need some serious therapy session. And that’s not her first time to do such a stunt that’s why when she told me this whole I’m dying from such illness, I obviously knew she was lying. But hey I needed to add my drama part to this whole game.

Que dramatic music … I sent to him “You’ve cheated on me and I can never forgive you” and other shenanigans I’m too embarrassed to mention here so let’s just skip this part and get to his side. He called .. crying .. Oh god I made a guy cry. I deleted the whole app and moved on with my life but he didn’t and found me on Facebook, so I blocked him from every where he can ever find me and had a two months social media detox therapy.

And that’s how it all ended ..

I hope you enjoyed reading about my catfishing story and maybe got something to learn from all of this insanity. People can create their own persona online and you don’t know the real parts of this person aside from what he/she shows you.

Be safe …