Jillian R.
I can't say I've never stolen anything in my life. I think everyone has, at some point stolen something; maybe a candy bar or little knick-knacks that don't matter.


Today however, I stole something out in the open - I stole a taxi.


I had just finished a 2-hour blood test at a hospital (which is really one of the best I've been here so far) and was waiting for a taxi out in the heat. Luckily it was only about 10am and the sun wasn't really burning my skin (yet). When I got to the bus stop/taxi line there were already a group of workers standing around. They were kind of huddled together so I'm not sure if they (maybe about five) were together or they were in fact waiting for more than one taxi (or if they were waiting for a bus). 


Anyway, I didn't cut in front of them or anything, I just waited behind them. As soon as I saw an approaching taxi I immediately stuck my arm out. Then I noticed that they stuck theirs out as well. What happened next wasn't entirely my fault. The taxi ignored them and came in front of me. So I got in and pretended that I didn't see one of the workers coming towards the door.


During the ride home I started thinking and realizing the sad truth; if they were a different color, the taxi driver would've stopped for them. As for me, I would've offered them the taxi if it wasn't that hot. Or maybe I wouldn't. I don't know. I can't say.


Although, I don't think the taxi driver would be very happy with me if I hadn't jumped in. I can't imagine he would be happier if five workers squeezed themselves into the car. Right?
Jillian R.
It's said that you learn something new every day.


In my case, I'm still learning new things about living in Oman - a year after leaving Muscat.


I bought a new set of ink cartridges today (black and color); why is this relevant to anything I'm about to say? Well, you see, early last year (2011), my printer ran out of ink and so like any normal person, I went to the supermarket and bought a set. Little did I know that I would go to through a year of frustration wondering if my printer is busted.


(My printer had moved with me from Malaysia to Korea, then to Oman. I've since developed sentimental feelings towards the trusty ol' thing)


Anyway, I remember not printing anything the first few days of installing the new cartridges. However when I did print something, I realized that the colors looked weird. One of the colors were missing (of stuck, I thought) so everything I printed had a reddish hue to it. I tried the standard few things that come to mind; shaking the cartridge, wiping it with a damp cloth, etc but nothing worked. I then decided that perhaps we don't need to print things which are yellow or any variations of yellow.


I also did not buy another color cartridge because I thought maybe the move to Oman did the printer in.


So as you may have guessed by now, the new color cartridge works fine. The older one didn't work because Oman is so hot that even ink cartridges do not survive. 


Now, in the middle of the hot season, I walk on the burning sidewalks outside thinking "this is nothing compared to Oman" and I feel all joyful inside.


I am going to have a lot of fun printing yellow things for the rest of the evening.



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