..I’ll let you lick the hairy razors.

Envy is a serious problem in our society. I was talking with someone the other day and they mentioned how on TV a guy walked in the shoes of an Indian barber or hairdresser, if you’d like. He explained how a barber easily makes nearly 900KD a month from a simple 4×4 rented shop and some chairs and scissors to cut people’s hair.

Now, why did the person and the TV show come off as envious of the barber for making 900KD a month? Sure it’s a nice figure but in order to do that he needs to work every day of the week from 8 in the morning to 12 at midnight, even during holidays since they’re the busy days.

7 days a week, 14 hours a day, every day of the year and he’d get 900KD. What is there to envy, and how easy is it to walk a mile in a barber’s shoe?

The segment was probably done for entertainment purposes but it reflected a cruel perspective from people who can easily make 1,500KD a month from crunching some numbers 3 realistic hours a day, 5 days a week.

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There’s one contradiction in the picture above. Try to figure it out.

So how does your sense of clothing reflect on your personality, or is it the other way around? The point is, I saw a girl in a hjab wearing a mini skirt and stockings thinking that’s the higher meaning of veiling herself. I have no complaints, she looked good but it was a bit of a contradiction.

The other case, was a bearded religious Muslim lad with some funky baggy jeans and a jacket that had so many verses from the bible on it that he probably didn’t know about. They were enough to convert me, so it was a hint of contradiction, no?

So, do your clothes contradict you? Sure clothes can be generic and they aren’t necessarely enough to judge a person but when you see a prostitute wearing a black abaya and hjab it’s interesting. By the way, do you know that prostitutes in Afghanistan or Pakistan or some other place like that have to wear strassy bright colored sandals to help people identify them as prostitutes because of the forced veiling?

Quite funny with the over use of strass here, no?

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What a piece of corporate shit. Of course, I don’t know if the term applies but calling things corporate sounds cool and hippie like, so it’s a horrible design. It looks like the BMW 6 series and the Honda S2000 got drunk and had some wild sex and ended up with that.

BMW’s second mess up after designing the 7 series to look like the Lexus LS?

There’s a secret message to BMW blending in their own cars’ designs to remake their other cars. Yes, BMW supports incest.

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As Eid came along, a lot of people slayed their sheep, counted their Ayadi, sent their Eid greetings text messages from their Viva line, or Fifa as some call it, thinking it’d be free and cost efficient only to discover that every legitimate offer is exclusive to Viva to Viva lines. Everything was running like usual, a bunch of people were in chalets and camps, a bunch frequenting the streets in their Arab suits looking all slick, another bunch were off to Haj and the minute they came back they logged on MSN with their flirty display names as if they didn’t just come back a different, purer person from a supposed spiritual cleansing, not to mention flaunting how they praised the lord, oh happy day, piling up more bad deeds but hey they think they have a clean one after Haj.

The chit chat along the Eid festivities was ordinary, a touch of politics, a hint of old stories and a lot of business. It’s funny how the entire population knows a thing or two about the stock market, even the Shariah graduates talk business and offer to sell or buy stocks.

Catching up with relatives who were childhood friends was exciting. Three hours of “So..” and “How’s uni, huh?” were delightful, not to mention the usual critique of one’s looks. Who has the finer cut facial hair, who has the finer material for their suit and finally, actually there’s no finale that’s about it.

I shared a bunch of stories of how I was struck with some bad luck as of late, from the flat tire on my way back home from Nuwaiseeb at 2AM and after fixing it I had to drive home going 80kmph making it a 2 hour drive back home to the tailor confusing my measurements for another lad sharing my name and giving me my dishdashas the night before Eid to discover that my brand new, custom made, fancy material dishdasha reaches slightly under my knee and the sleeves were above my wrist. I could’ve worn them and pulled it off with my massive sex appeal, but I decided against it and wore some old dishdasha looking plain ol’ sexy.

So in short, I probably should work on the paper due Wednesday, and the two midterms on Sunday.

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