wave to the future

I finally got my invitation to Google Wave (click here if you have no idea what i'm taking about) and it is absolutely amazing..

the only thing is you need to have other friend on wave in order for you to fully enjoy it, so if any of you lovely bloggers out there are wavers, let me know :)

Disappointment is in the air

I saw a kid, barely 15, smoking today. He was in the passenger's seat next to the driver, and he had the window rolled down, and a look on his face that showed how confident he was that he looked super cool.

For some reason it bothered me to my core.

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I believe most of us hate stupid forwards, but most of the time we don't really do anything about them because it is pointless to try and convince the forwarder that they are being ignorant when they just forward something because they received it, although in many cases they don't even read it.

I would love to make them understand that it is not part of the circle of life to just automatically forward a forward, you are just feeding the same shit to the masses that way.

Yesterday I received something about the Norwegian guy who drew the caricature about the prophet (peace be upon him). The forward said that the guy died, burned and mutilated, and that the Norwegian government is keeping it on a low profile to avoid uproar.

It didn't stop there, it continued to say that a Palestinian lady had a dream about a prophecy that this will happen and she said that whoever sends this to their friends within four hours will be rewarded graciously.

It continued saying that another person had a dream where the prophet (peace be upon him) ordered him to spread the word within the next four days, or something of that sort.

Seriously? I don't usually call people stupid for sending me an email that says that there is a spider that lives in the olive garden toilet that will assault me sexually and give me herpes, nor do I call them stupid when they say that a certain batch of Panadol sent to the Middle East is contaminated with HIV as part of the Israeli plan to annihilate us. However, I had to reply to this one and tell her that she is killing her credibility by sending such nonsense, she eventually sent out an apology.

I truly doubt she understood my concern, because in her apology she asked people to stop sending her forwards so that she doesn't HAVE to send them out.

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My manager has been gloating for the last 9 months about how supportive he is. His constant reminding of that statement was one of the reasons I endured all the extra work he threw at me.

And when the time came for him to put his money where his mouth is, he failed miserably. I asked him for two things, two things that were within my rights, and he turned me down on one of them by giving me a ridiculous alternative, and on the other he just changed the subject.

Although I hate to be "that" bitter employee, I just can't help losing my motivation.

Call me old fashioned

but when i want to buy a pair of pants, i prefer that they don't show my crack if i take a deep breath, yet still manage to be so tight that i can't bend my knees.

I hate how the latest fashion trend is even trying to make guys feel fat. Every pair of trousers in Zara requires that you (pardon that innuendo) have no pair to be able to fit in them.. Seriously, no man can survive a full day of activity in them..

they might have made my ass look like a million bucks, but seriously the discomfort that came with it was not worth it.. no matter how much you pleaded mrs. froggy..

Also, I truly believe that H&M's men's section is just an extension of the women's in terms of sizes. I had to go two sizes above my size just to fit into the trousers, and then looked like i was wearing stalkings, which didn't really flatter my figure..

so I say this to you people behind the fashion scene.. you can kiss my straight cut jeans covered ass..

18+

Ever since the inception of my blog, i have tried my very best to keep it PG-13 at the most.. today is a slight variation because today i take a walk on the wild side and leave my comfort zone and share something that was too funny to pass on...
I am still in utter shock that something like this got approved for the yellow pages..

in case the picture is too pixelated for your eyes, it reads:
"No job too big, not job too small
Make sure your next erection is in safe hands"

I scream, for ice-cream

Yesterday I finally answered the crave I have been having a Chocolate-Cookie&Cream-Banana-Royale bowl of ice cream. It was the highlight of my evening.

But what really got me thinking last night was the person who served me the ice-cream. A very nice, polite and young Saudi employee. I have seen it as a recurring trend recently, the Saudis working in stores and at gas stations, and I know it is terrible to generalize, but most of them don't want to be where they are, and they make you feel it as well.

Not this guy though, he was very pleasant, laughed at my jokes and joked back, gave me enough chocolate fudge for a wedding cake and was very polite all the way through. Although I am always proud to see Saudis working, this guy made me even more proud.

Because it is about time, we as Saudis realize that we are not all going to be lawyers and doctors and engineers. Whether is it because of plain misfortune, or because you wasted your life playing, or are just not cut out for studying, none of these things should stand in your way of earning a living.

I am not saying that people with degrees are better and are the only ones who deserve a better life (given the assumption that money=happiness), I am just saying that for our nation to rise, we will need more Saudis to step up to the plate, we need to raise a generation of workers of every class.

This posts comes from the sad feeling I get when I meet up with a few cousins of mine who threw their lives away, and haven't worked hard for a single thing their entire life, and yet still talk about how they DESERVE to be the managers and the successful entrepreneurs they were born to be.

The thing is I don't know who to blame, the society for placing this pressure on our youth? Or the youth who crumble under that pressure?

Lessons in life…

Dear baby Froglet,

I write this for you to read, when you are all grown up. A few lessons I have learned, some the hard way, some the easy way, and some that I may not have learned at all. When you grow up, you will realize how disappointing our world is, and I don't want this to bring you down. Here, I give you very few of the many tips that I will hopefully get to teach you:

1. Be prepared to be branded; and it might be based on the way you look, the way you dress, how religious you are, where you are from or even your ethnicity.
   
2. Find a way to vent; playing sports, blogging, martial arts and even cooking all work very well. However, writing a letter and never sending it is a bunch crap.
   
3. If you can, DON'T work in a big ass corporation. They will suck your life away.
   
4. When you go to University, try to study something that has a good balance between something you like and enjoy, and that you can use in the real world to make a living. Don't focus on what the "market" is in need for.
   
5. Be as independent as possible, as soon as possible.
   
6. Have napkins on you whenever possible, you never know when you will need them.
   
7. Be a good listener.
   
8. Take all the advice you can get. But learn how to filter out the useless advice.
   
9. Read, read, read. Then read some more. Nothing feels better than reading a good book.
   
10. Don't' be afraid of never growing up. There is a peter pan in all of us, and I am your living example.
    
11. Being an optimist has helped me enjoy my life so far, I suggest you try it too.
    
12. Read Rudyard Kipling's "If". Then read the rest of his work and be inspired.
    

    
    

p.s. Trevelyana, thank you for introducing me to Robert Frost and Rudyard Kipling…

I <3 the Internets

I've just spent the last 30 minutes trying to learn how to tie a necktie.. which makes me think.. how the hell did we survive before the internet? or even before google...

yes some may argue that google has made us lazy, lazy enough to type in "define: [insert difficult word here" instead of running to a dictionary, and I believe that those some have a point. However, I will still argue that google Papa John's Pizza Bahrain is much faster than calling the information number and listening to the wonderful sounds of the saxophone while waiting..

half an hour ago i was a mess, after discovering that i don't know how to tie a tie.. now i'm looking smoking in my salmon tie.. sizzling i tell you.. sizzling..