We live in a dandy society where street etiquette one would give and take depends on what type of vehicle you drive. For example, if your ride is German, posh, up to date and quite polished you would be treated as a civilian. On the other hand, if you drive an ugly, tiny, Japanese car you would be treated as scum that deserves to remain on the far right lane.

I personally experienced that the other day when I went to a camp that’s in the deserts of far, far away. That being said, I decided to take another, lowly, car for such a long, rough drive. Here’s what you will experience when you drive a labor-esque car:

• You are absolutely forbidden to drive on the far left lane. You’re a peasant who remains on the right lane.

• If you flicker your lights to surpass anyone, you will be ignored.

• You will be in a light adventurous mood throughout your drive and attempt to crash the car at every turn because anything below Kuwaiti standards is destroyable despite financial value and longevity.

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This lady, Ghaneema Alfahad, is love. She’s crazy, her outfits are embarrrassing at times and overall she’s funny. Whenever she’s on TV, I must watch. My dear mother picked up on that, and started teasing me about it quite often. It was all fine and dandy until one day she was at a co-op and had a conversation with Ghaneema herself.

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Mom: “ولدي يموت عليج ، كل ما تطلعين بالتلفزيون لازم يشوفج ، لا وبالجامعة بعد“

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There you have it. I, suspic, am a fan of Ghaneema Alfahad. You might as well hear it from me, rather than my mom, eh?

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Whenever I asked anyone about the resemblance, I got a definite no. Am I the only one seeing it?

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Anyone who knows the suspic personally, knows that I’m not much of a children’s fan. I never kiss babies and I avoid them like the plague. The other day though, I felt a weird sensation. I believe it was the feeling of parenthood, and wanting to raise someone of my own. Someone who calls me “yuba!”.

He was white, in a ghitra and he had a long white beard. He was driving a very fancy posh car, going so slow in such an adorable way. As if the old man was seeing death in the horizon and feared getting closer. I simply wanted to adopt him.

Have you ever wanted to adopt?

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Every post should have a point, while some of this blog’s posts are completely far from it, the previous post had a point that I had to prove.

Being in our fine society, each of us have had different lives and experiences that shaped our perspective of things. We’re all different in terms of our physique, preferences, privileges in life and we’ve all had very different variables that shaped our lives.

However, despite all of those differences, the majority’s life satisfaction rate was pretty close. Some with the best life shaping factors might’ve chosen the lowest rate, while others  with the worst might’ve chosen the highest rate for their life satisfaction.

I believe, and I use “I” because I have no thorough knowledge in psychology and this is my humble opinion, that the recipe for life satisfaction is purely in your head. I find that all things once approached with the right method and perspective can be absorbed positively. You read news of the richest of the rich committing suicide in the newspapers, and then you see the poorest of labor smiling and goofing around with his friends.

Feelings are fluctuant so you’ll inevitably have your ups and downs, however your mind should be stable and focused enough to drive you out of the downs. It’s in your hands to choose who rides the other, your feelings or your mind.

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It’s quite the intrusive question but I’m genuinly curious to see the average of the life satisfaction rates between my peers. I’m genuinly curious so I’d highly appreciate it. I’ve asked numerous people and it usually varies between 40-60%.

On a lighter note, the poll’s anonymous so no worries.

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After watching the season premiere of Family Guy and its thought provoking alternate reality theme, I’ve come up with a thought obviously.

Imagine an alternate reality where people don’t smile the way they normally do. Imagine an alternate reality where people smile and laugh like the picture above!

I personally would love to live in one. Let’s all contemplate on this thought.

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After quite some time living the university life and interacting with people of all personalities I hate and love, I decided to compromise. I, suspic, am finally using the “:P” smiley even though I loathe it. It’s just easier than explaining to each and everyone why I’m always using “:o” on MSN, BBM, texts and every other IM service. There’s a lesson here for you all, note how I didn’t go all emo and say “nobody understands me behi behi boo”.

Now, to clear things out, I don’t hold a grudge against you for using it. Well, I do, but I don’t hate you for it. You just have to be awesomer than people who don’t so you’d balance things out.

When I was a young chap I made quite the compromise while shopping with my mom, I remember once or twice a few strange woman would slap a dress to my back and speedwalk away in escape. Now obviously in retrospect, I wish that I yelled “Bitch!”, flashed my genitals and shot them in the knee. All I did back then was have a shocked face and an awkward smile.

The lesson here is to never fit your girl’s dresses on strange young boys, women. Just bring your damned girl and shop with her. Why? Because the boy will remember you 10 years later, and many more years.

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This movie was directed by Quentin Tarantino. I don’t think I need to say anymore than that.

However, if you want more, the thing I love the most about Tarantino movies is the soundtrack, the gore and the dialogues. This movie delivers on every aspect of those. I highly recommend it, the dialogue may seem to drag to some but it usually delivers enough action at the end of each to satisfy each viewer.

The only downside is that cinescape cut all the awesome gorey scenes.

This movie isn’t all that, it’s rather forgettable and missable. However, it’s extremely fun to watch. It’s a typical street fighting movie, cheesy storyline, incredibly ripped guys and loads of awesome fighting.

It’s awesome to the point where you just want to go apeshit on the usher while going out. Actually to the point where in the middle of the movie I whispered to my friend, “when we go out, I’m gonna fuck you up..”.

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I believe it’s expected of me to congratulate you and wish you a happy eid. I also believe that the tradition here is for people to give me money for saying these two words.

In all seriousness, have a good one! A friendly tip though, whenever someone asks you to count your newly aquired money, bitchslap them and run. It’s a con that I fell for many years ago. Wish me a happy eid, or share your Eid stories whichever you feel’s more appropriate.

Also, on this happy occasion, I’d like to announce that I love you all unequally.

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