Midnight rant

Иду в машине я хотел купит что то попить, я остановил за магазине и работника ждал, пока я был там другая машина остановила и отходила от этот машине какая то девочка, такая я ещё не видел, она была как сладкий сон, ее коже так мягкая, видно что так хоть я ее не трогал но я это знаю, от неё не смог отрываться глаз.

Жаль! я ее не сказал ничого, я так хотель ее спросить имя её и общаюся с нее, но этот не будеть потому что мы в Бахрейне и с женский пол говорить нельзя, значить никакой связь между нами не будеть, никогда!

Я не понимаю почему закрывает красотой? прятать его под чёрном одеждый, а тепер я знаю почему я всегда думал что наше девочки они не красивый; потому что я же не вижу их.

Ну, Арабский женщини красотой это не такой простой дела, глазки волшебный, губы вкусный выглядеть и фигура очаровательная.



I have found the picture above in a forum, it is ridiculous and yet funny that the women who posted the photo thought it would be a sin to post it and show the world the face of the bride, why didn't she cover the man's face also? Isn't his face a fitna?



I wonder if it gets hot underneath all these black layers, especially that our sun is very hot and temperature could go up to +40 if not more during the day, does it get hot and sweaty? Does is smell bad later on? How much perfume is needed to cover the stink?

I wonder......

Bye bye Peter Pan

Yesterday, my friend stated that I was old and outdated, I'm not up to date with the latest fashion or news, which made me think he is right. I still listen to music from the 70's,80's and some of the 90's, I like old school trance, if not listening to Electronica.


With the new me, from within this huge self transformation, I have decided to stay in the game, I refuse to go to a corner and grow old, I shall not adopt grump for life, I simply can not find any reason to be sad, and I shall not create a reason for my self to be sad.

So back to our subject Peter Pan is gone, children go out and rejoice.

What is to be Done

5 AM

Wake up.



5:30 AM

Shower, brush teeth, shave, eat and whatever.



6 AM

Jog for an hour.



7 AM

Drive to work.



8 AM

Work.



6 PM

Jog / run.



9 PM

Work on my personal project (plan).



11 PM

Go to bed, so another day can start and I can repeat the above al over.





It seems like a great plan to follow and maybe some additiion such as swimming or doing any other type of sport instead of jogging.


WEEKENDS

Discipline

Although I'm not a child, A bet with a dear friend who claims that I completely lack discipline was carried on yesterday, the bet was that I'd never be able to have the sexy body that I once had in 3 months. As well that my friend thinks that I do not understand to meaning of the word discipline, So there for I have decided the following;

Write a table that will arrange my activities for me (useful planned activities).

Post the table on the internet for the whole world to see, and some of you can follow up with me to make sure that I abide with the table.

Which means the I have to write more now, since I'm going to to get everything regulated in my life.

And to my readers I beg you to accept my deepest apologies because I'm going to write more now.

P.S. The table is going to be posted today at 5 pm.

The Bahrani race

Opened my eyes today to find myself in an energetic spirit, so I put on my favourite shorts and my beloved camel T shirt so I can burn some fat. Hoping for a bit of sunshine to get a nice tan besides the exercise I was shocked to find the sky cloudy with a nice cooling breeze in the afternoon. Walked with a slow pace and till I came across jogging man who is around 40-45 years old, thinking my young age will give me an advantage over the old man, I approached the man and I have asked him if I can join him, the man answered in a very warm way welcome me to join, so I tagged along with the man for around 3 Km in which a nice conversation went on between us, but I was surprised that he thought that I was a foreigner, he basically said "Bahrainis are too lazy to preform any physical activity", soon enough the man had a smirk on his face and started give me advice as I was forcing my lazy body to go forward trying to keep with a man who is twice my age, after a couple of tries to squeeze any power to keep on, the man didn't hesitate in leaving me and kept on running.



The reason I wrote about my little experience is to prove how much of a lazy nation we are.



Bahrainis and especially Bahrana are a very lazy nation, we are very lazy to the extent they had to bring sportsmen from abroad



I guess we do not have our own good quality sportsmen and it is impossible to train and young chaps and keep them of the streets.



What is the harm in letting our youngsters? It's completely acceptable especially if they are going to be under the supervision of the most beloved Aza'a Superstar judge, the can always start a little camp-fire in the middle of a busy road and maybe cause the delay of so many people not mentioning the fact the ambulances and cars used to transport people who are emergency situations use the road too.



Finally I reached my destination which is Seef Mall, I ordered a cup of coffee and waited for a friend, while I was waiting and sipping on the delicious coffee when I've notice colourful figures dancing around the mall, I went closer to see and it is a pity that I could not take a picture (I was already on the phone), looking at those clowns and huge dolls figures I felt happy, I felt that it's amazing and very cheerful, adults have forgot how to laugh in Bahrain, why is this country so conservative and dull? We live on an Island for the love beauty.




I met my friend who was not Bahrani and we rode in my car to pass by a third friend, on the way just after Ruyan Supermarket there were tyres being burnt to block the whole road leading to Budaiya from the Burger Land roundabout, then my dear friend asked me wither if Baharna are mentally challenged, I replied why in shame knowing the answer for my question, he simply said "what is the point of burning stuff in your own village? It's like defecating in your own plate while eating". I bet it is not a nice scene.

What could I answer my friend?

I need help to defend my idiot fellow Baharna, I can't explain any of their actions, they are a constant source of embarrassment to me and many others who get off our lazy buttocks and work. It is not hard it is called having a JOB J O B it is not even hard to spell, I wonder why they still do not get it?

Is it my fault to what I was born Bahrani?

Is it a curse that I have to endure for the rest of my life?

So many times I find my self apologizing for their action, their behaviour and their complete no understanding of simple laws of engaging in a smart conversation.

Yet I'm very proud of who I am, proud of my family for the number of PHD holders and influential people that it has, and wish all more happiness and more productivity.

I live among the idiots

I can't remember the last time I had fun, I can't remember the last time I laughed of true joy, I need constant amusement either it comes from an chemical forms of mood shifters or glasses of intoxicants. Life on the island can get very grey at times, slow and overall boring.



Sometimes I wonder, is it me only or everyone around feels the same way?

Each person has limitations to what he/she can handle, sometimes I think that I have seen all kinds of idiots, but as Einstein said "Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." So it never seems to stop amusing me, in every day's life I meet idiots, they come in every shape and form.






This post is a sheer rant, I shall write frequently and express my emotions of pure bitterness, the situation has became unbearable, the silence of the educated, the rise of the ignorant and a herd of sheep awaits a Shepard.



In the holy words of Sammy Davis Jr. "Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation, Built up quite an operation down below", why not? When there is a million pigeons ready to be hooked, almighty opium spreads like and plague, there is not saviour for the world from this disease, but yet the question here is who is the real messiah?




What should be done? A friend told me to ignore them and live my life and another friend also recommended that I do so, but the question is when there is a million hooked pigeons what to do with them? Where to run & how to hide?



When the idiots enforce on you a new lifestyle or old ideas and beliefs, what would you do?




So are we to be dictated ?

If we do not obey what to be done of us?

Let's not help them turn us into sheep or junky pigeons waiting for a dose of the highly addictive holy opium.

LIVE, LOVE and ENJOY, after all we are the island people, I do not understand the grumpiness.

I expect a miracle

Is every single human being waiting for a miracle?

Я ожидаю чудо! These were the last words of a very dear friend of mine, do miracles occur in our times? everyone is looking for change, it does not really matter what kind of change as long as it is change. It reminds me of a film I once have seen about a Persian family that lived in Iran during the Islamic revolution, the family was filled with political activist and they were sick of the dictator at that time who is the Shah of Iran (Mohammad Reza Pahlavii), but what a disappointment when the country is handed over from one dictator to another (Khomeini) and his Islamic Republic, Some might cheer for the first and some might cheer for the second dictator but after all they are nothing but man oppressing leaders, Khomeini came with his regime and shattered every dream of any Iranian to put Iran on the map, but he did put Iran on the map as the most backward country on earth.







What I've meant to say is that people wish for all sorts of different things but before you make a wish be careful of what you wish for, so many times of our wishes back fire on us.

Everything is possible, changes happen all the time.

I guess it is time for a change, to try something new, let go of old thoughts and believe keep an open mind for new ones, it is not the end of the world.

"It is not a shame to be in a bad situation, it is a shame when you do nothing about it."


I guess I can live without lots of things but the question here is can I live without my MUSE?

Let's hope for change, any change is good as long as you keep and open mind.