A beautiful day means a holiday in Kuwait.
suspic should never be left to deal with children. I was used as a fort for spectating the dead fly he was having a death match with.
This man abused his freedom against the society when he chose that colour.
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Good afternoon readers,
Today I got dolled up and by dolled up I mean my shiny formal shoes, my shiny almost Tide commercial material dishdasha and my perfectly done ghitra held on my head by a black angelic halo called a 3gal. I was like an angel!
Did I mention my watch too? Dear God, I looked fascinating! Of course, that was at the beginning of the day on my way to finish some paper work at a government sector.
At the end of the day, I just wanted to throw my shoes at traffic instead of honking, take off my dishdasha and walk around in my mkasar because it was so hot, and I wanted to throw my 3gal like a frisby at random pedestrians because..well I’ve been wanting to do that for a very very long time.
Today I confirmed my theory that our country is run by the Bangladeshi janitors and tea boys. No one is to be found, and I got directions from both a Kuwaiti and an Egyptian and I got lost more than once. After that, I tested my theory and started asking the janitors and they gave me perfect directions in their broken Arabic and random pointing at the sun. Either that guy couldn’t point, or he was telling me I took the sun’s sunshine with how I looked.
Time to get to my destination: 60 minutes.
Time to finish actual paper work: 10 minutes.
Drink of choice when I got home: Tang Lemonade.
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I’m refusing to go out tonight. suspic “سجين الØظ”.
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It looks badass. Like I made out with a snake or a polar bear.
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How often do you hear people complaining about our society and its disorders? Quite often if I may anwer that for you, and especially in these election filled times.
The other day I was listening to a very interesting debate going on, on Marina FM, “The Dowania” show to be exact. The subject was society going downhill, the slutty girls, the horny guys and the public mating rituals going on blatantly on the streets and public malls.
It’s all nice and dandy, you get worked up emotionally “Oh yeah! Damn them ruinning our society! Booya! I dun told you I’ll bust a cap in you’s ass!”. All good until the time came for a solution:
Head Of a Known Mall: I’ve talked with numerous government sectors and I’m willing to kick the scum out of the mall upon entrance and whoever harasses people will get kicked out. However, I will need the government’s support since without it any of them can sue the mall or vandalize the property once they’re kicked out.
Ministry of Interior Representative: Let me tell you one thing, if a kid went to the mosque everyday with his dad since he was a little kid and then his dad wasn’t with him, do you think he’d go to the mosque alone?
Head Of a Known Mall: Umm..yes?
Ministry of Interior Representative: So that kid wouldn’t harass anyone if he stepped into a mall, because he was raised right! People need to raise their kids!
Notice what he did there?
Talking on the radio and hearing your name live is easy, implementing action plans that are in your power is not, eh? Ranting on my blog is even easier though.
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This morning I was hurt emotionally by a religious woman. I was treated like a piece of meat.
I went to pick up my sister from school in the morning due to a surely fake stomach pain, and I had to sit respectedly in a waiting room with a few women sitting at their desks. Now all of them were fine with me being there, except the religious Niqabi woman.
The Niqabi woman blew me off outside saying it’d be better for my sister to “see me” as she was coming to the offices. Now I don’t know if it’s my stunning sex appeal that made her desk shake and catapulted beacons of sexiness on her religion but how wrong is it that she can’t wait a few minutes with a guy in the room?
It’s wrong on so many levels, professionally and ethically. If it’s for a religious reason it’s complete and utter bullshit since she was veiled from head to toe, and I doubt her voice was going to triple my hormones and make me dry hump her probably unshaved leg.
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Imagine being in a group conversation on MSN containing 10 people, and only two are talking. One tells a story, a salfa, while the other listens and then replies with another story of similar nature. The other 8 only nod or laugh in agreement.
There is no room for discussions or debates, you only serve a story and the other serves another back to you. It’s like tennis or monopoly of who can control the conversations and out-storytell the other.
Now imagine that MSN conversation in real life. Having dicussions and debates is actually frowned upon these days. Whenever a subject is brought and a debate heats up, the typical “As if someone’s hearing you..”, “Oh look at our future MPs!”, etc, replies are heard.
Why is it frowned upon to have actual conversations with an exchange of opinions, and just sitting there like old people listening to a bunch of stories which are mostly sugarcoated with lies a fascinating eventful night?
We all have our ideas on life, we all secretly follow them but we’re not allowed to express them, even in a rational and diplomaticly respectful way. A masterful social conspiracy to push down individual thinking, or a rare case of mass stupidity?
I’m all for variety, a night of this and a night of that, but it’s complete nonsense when every conversation I’m having is about that crazy night where flan did this, flan’s personal ties with whoever and whatever and all that “dakwirni” talk.
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I woke up today, and I saw how my lights fell out of their places. Then I realized something..
My sex appeal has turned magnetic.
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..It’s 10AM, I haven’t slept yet because I took a longer than expected nap in the afternoon. I have an impromptu presentation at 12. I’m searching for the professor’s e-mail to send her an excuse for not being able to attend. It’s getting closer and closer to 12 without finding her e-mail, I think I have to go, maybe it’s in that pile of papers though. As I looked through the papers, I remembered I had to deliver 22 solved math problems as homework today, and I have a quiz for the same class..the end is nie..
Now, to you that seems like quite the situation I put myself in, yes? Well to the average person that would be the equivalent of walking around 15th century Arabia in nothing but a ballet tutu. But to the suspic, it was a piece of cake.
I got dressed and I looked exquisitely charming. I left 15 minutes before my class and thanks to my impeccable safe driving skills, I arrived in 6 minutes. The streets were empty, it was just one of those days where everything lines up for you. To my luck, parkings were left and right chanting “Take me, suspic! For the love of all that is good, take me!”. I thought it would be sinful to take 3 parking spaces simultaneously, however possible and easy to suspic, I only took one parking.
Now, I made haste running through the stairs with remarkable aerodynamics. Spiderman had nothing on me! Nothing! After that, I arrived to my class and the lovely professor likes to put all the names in a hat, and she pulls out random names on the course of 3 days a week to be fair. My name wasn’t nowhere to be seen or heard as I wanted to do my victory dance on the professor’s table!
Now I dodged two bullets in a very Neo-like way minus Neo’s metrosexuality plus suspic’s awesomeness.
After that, I went to math and I absolutely took the quiz and handed its ass to the professor. It was slaughter, full mark all the way without studying! In my head Sana’a Alkharaz, Shadi Alkhaleej and a shitload of tiny dancing schoolgirls came to class and paraded in my glory!
I walked out of my university in triumph today.
Share your stories of success or bask in my sunshine like the girl above!
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