Sunday, August 16, 2009

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…

Thursday, August 13, 2009

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..

Monday, August 03, 2009

Patriotism much??

I salute you, our brave and beloved men in blue green. I salute you for having the courage and patience to do what you do all day. But I salute you the most for having the sense of patriotism and nationalism that you do. For you are idols for our young boys, who wish to grow and become men like you.

The funny thing is that their nationalism manifests in the randomest of ways. Here in the eastern province, it is through chasing down the foreign cars as a priority over the locals. Of course this makes perfect sense because "how dare they come to our country and drive like maniacs, that constitutional right is for saudis only"

I didn't believe that they did this, although baby-bro was very adamant that they held a grudge.

Last month I got a speeding ticket on the Saudi-Bahrain Causeway. I was indeed speeding, so I deserved it and didn't object. A week later baby-bro gets a speeding ticket on the Saudi-Bahrain Causeway, he was speeding too, but he was furious. He called after it cursing like a sailor about how racist the Saudi police are. I didn't follow until he reminded me that we drive car with Bahraini plates. I was still skeptical.. until yesterday…

Yesterday, when all my troubles seemed so far away, I was driving on the Causeway again, and after last time I learned how to spot the cop cars early on (fool me once..). so I was much much much slower than last time, but still over the limit, because the speed limit is a measly 80 km/h which is ridiculous for a causeway. The cop car indeed follows me, and halts me to a stop very close to where it all went down last time. He exits his car with a swagger in his walk. I open my window, and he asks for my papers with a stupid smirk on his face, it was very hard to see it under his oily skin and all the facial hair.

He takes a look at my driver's license, and his surprised face says it all:

Cop 1: "You, you are Saudi????????"

Frog: "Yep"

Cop 1: "It's a Bahraini car.." and he walks up to the front to look at the plates again

Frog: "Yep"

Now he is nervous and feeling guilty for stopping a Saudi, and is considering all options.

Frog: "So how fast was a I going this time?"

Cop 1: "I'll go check, but you look familiar, didn't I catch you before, at this exact spot?"

Frog: "Yep, actually it was a bit further down"

The cop goes back to the cop car and "checks my speed" and talks to Cop 2

I can't hear what Cop 2 was saying but all I heard was Cop 1 say "HE'S SAUDI!!!" as he opened the car door. They sat there discussing something, then he came back to me.

Cop 1: "You were going 137 km/h"

Frog: "Wow, that's uncanny, because if I recall that is the exact same speed you caught me at last time. And that is impossible, because I saw you a mile off and slowed down significantly"

Cop 1: "Well that was your speed"

"You should be more careful, because we are always here, with our eyes open"

Frog: *shivers* from how scared he was. I think I might have even peed on myself a little..

He goes back to get my papers and new ticket and says something stupid, thinking he sounded cool then drives off.

So again I say. I salute you for being fair. And I salute you for being patriotic.