In our daily lives we’re always struggling with some rate of negativity, whether it’s traffic or your hollow and empty chest. I’m talking about the small, day to day negativity that is always there in your life not the I-want-to-kill-myself one.

From time to time though, we reach a temporary stage of euphoria. We’d be in a complete state of satisfaction and anything that’d happen would be okay. For example, if you got into a fender bender you’d probably call it a shitty day and curse your decision to go out, but someone in that stage of euphoria would probably call it a hiccup and go about their day all fine and dandy.

These stages are usually after great triumph, success or a more common after marriage or meeting someone. Because you know, those newlyweds are always happy to a sickening level. After a while though, the constant rate of negativity would climb back into their lives and the happy newlyweds would complain to each other about whatever negativity they’re suffering from.

The question is if there’s always a constant rate of negativity and it’s a part of human nature to complain and rant about certain things, why not redefine the total satisfaction rate? If your constant negativity rate is 20%, your total satisfaction should be 80% not 100% unless you’re in a temporary stage of euphoria.

With marginal rates of negativity it makes sense, but a broader look at your rates would be a decent test for it. The poll is anonymous, worry not.

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I keed, I keed. I’ve become quite fond of Sheikh Mshari Alkharaz, he holds Friday prayer in Kaifan at the mosque by the gas station. I go there from time to time for his short and straight to the point religious lessons that you can actually apply to your every day life instead of the dragged out long tales with broad lessons we’re used to.

In my last visit he mentioned a quote while talking about manners to maids. It was along the lines of “If we’re polite, they misbehave. If we’re impolite, they behave. We refuse and will not compromise our manners for them to behave”.

Despite all the variables you’ll encounter in your life, your religious teachings and good manners must always be the constant in the equation.

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They sure look nice and happy, eh? Let’s add prostitution to the mix!

As I sit here chewing on what seems to be expired candy, I think about a certain friend in a completely heterosexual, contemplative way. He, whose name shall be a secret simply because it’s irrelevant, lives a very healthy life. He eats moderately healthy, he goes to the gym regularly, he has a healthy sleeping schedule and he even feeds his soul with frequent prayers.

This person through all of our youthful phases has always had a strict rule about any sort of smoking. Just the thought of doing it is complete blasphemy and he has resisted all the temptations that were thrown in his way. A real praise worthy commitment to such an ideal goal.

I admired that commitment and figured if a person has such strong will, one could apply it to any field in life. Until the said person went to Bahrain on a road trip, had several prostitutes over of varied nationalities. He did every possible mean of foreplay, he even wrestled one of them for the fun of it.

The question that must be asked here, is smoking worse than adultery? Why were red lines easily applicable for health reasons rather than religious?

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When you watch an action movie that’s Rated PG-13 “for intense sequences of violent action and some language”, what would you expect? You’d naturally expect an action movie that’s suitable for teenagers with parental guidance advised.

Oddly enough, in these movies there are always scenes which are sexual in nature but aren’t by the book of rating. There’s always that horny girl sniffing the hero’s body with intense lust wearing a smooth, curve hugging rubber dress with her tongue out. Obviously not in that specific image, but you should get the rather sensual picture.

Other sexual hints were more direct. For example, body searching a girl, spreading her legs and squeezing her ass slowly with quite the close up. Another example would be the hero lifting a girl with his arm between her thighs in a fight scene. A fighter would naturally choose a super punch to her fragile face, but a smooth hero would naturally give her crotch an arm ride to sedate her.

The idea is to sell the movie to the horny teenager in the audience. The general idea is that marketing surrounds us, and it’s all about business. The director wants to sell seats. The more you read into things, the more you see a direct business aspect to everything.

A lighter example was a friend ranting off at the sheesha prices being raised at the local cafe and calling it a betrayal to the customer and an evil Jewish conspiracy, while in reality it was a simple increase in input prices that raised the price of the product.

In conclusion, the guy who squeezed the girl’s ass got stabbed in the crotch with a knife. Always check the girl for knives before you squeeze, gentlemen. Oh and squeeze a random guy’s ass afterwards to avoid being called sexist.

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There are times in a man’s life when he acts like an ass simply for the sake of being an ass for shits and giggles.

Once upon a dandy time, I was cruising back from the sandy camp in the south of Kuwait and our magnificent 3 lane highway clogged up into 2 lanes because of the lovely truckers taking up the right lane. Lucky for me I was driving on the far left lane, while the middle lane was hectic.

Fast forward a few minutes, and a police car pops up in my rear view mirror almost grinding on my bumper. Now, I was going 120kmph so he couldn’t flash me to move and he couldn’t grind me any further because well..he’s a cop. With the far right and middle lanes clogged up, I caused an even tighter bottle neck going a boring 120 testing the policeman’s morality.

After a staggering 15 minutes or so, I decided to move to the middle lane and unleash a herd of angry cars led by an even angrier cop. I chuckled and called that moment legen-dary. Share your moments of asinine triumph with the suspic!

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I’ve recently started using Windows7 and so far it’s exceptionally faster than Windows Vista which was absolutely crap. Literal crap that kept getting slower and slower by the day. It was as if you were watching a turd slide down a baby’s diaper all the way to the baby’s thigh and inevitably the floor being rock bottom.

My non-techie impression is that it’s pretty and much faster. My only problem is the QuickLaunch and my inability to add the desktop to it like the older Windows versions. Perhaps it’s my lack of knowledge but I’m completely speechless as to why they would put the built-in Show Desktop button all the way to the far right when all the apps are to the far left.

It’s one of those cases of being stupid for the sake of being stupid. You know, when we were kids and we put a lit match in our mouths, closed our mouths and then opened ‘ed to let out smoke? That’s purely being stupid for the sake of being stupid except we were kids and this is a computer software with a heap of money invested in it.

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The suspic apologizes to his masses and wishes they still haven’t replaced their source for awesome, body shivering posts.

You know how it is with fancy .com bloggers, they’re moody and they go on attention whoring breaks. I’m not like them though. I’m back because the finals season is coming up soon which means loads of procrastination and leisure time.

I love and miss you all, unequally. (I’ve been on twitter so I’m lying)

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The question that this post strives to answer is, what would release a Kuwaiti from his typical corrupt thinking?

Kuwait as a country has many elements of success, the obstacles to said success are sugarcoated with all kinds of political, medieval, traditional, social and religious excuses. In any case of those, one would look at the most enlightened of society to see the light.

A certain individual in Kuwait University has two bachelors and a doctorate and preaches everyday in his class about politics and the fundemental flaws of this lazy, good for nothing society. The said individual lived abroad for many years and is deeply westernized and mesmerized by the efficiency of the western society.

All of that seems extremely dandy to see such an educated person picking out the flaws as you chant in agreement, until you realize he’s supposed to be teaching a subject. The semester is nearly over and he still hasn’t taught a thing. He’s receiving pay for each class he conducts, without earning it while simultaneously screaming how Kuwaitis are good for nothing, gold digging, opportunist hit and runners.

On the other hand, an Egyptian professor was asked to give his class a day off. He simply declined saying how can he give his students a day off and get paid without teaching and earning his pay on that particular day.

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How badass is this decoy wallet?

Do you ever wonder which unfortunate soul has to add these price tags to products? I always wonder about who puts the price tags with the safety pins and how many pin cuts do they have?

I did this while at the camp to show off my badass, ruggid, sexual side. I only used my tongue. Hubba hubba!

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Whether your relationships are personal or professional, all of them must be win-win for both parties to pull through. The ratio depends on understanding, terms and compromises for a greater good. If you get too greedy for personal “win”, then the other party will definitely walk one day so one must be sensible and rational.

In slang, put out to receive.

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