Signs where Kuwait started to turn bad: KINDERGARTEN

So I was getting outta my room heading out to literally run away from home and meet up with a friend that I haven't seen for months...

On my way out, I heard my niece asking my sister (her mom) this cute little question (I'll write it in Arabic to show my point):
"ماما ... صج هوت دوج بالانجليزي يعني نقينقة*؟"

*Nuqainuqa since the marks aren't properly shown in Arabic...

I literally kept on laughing for 5 minutes maybe... Not that much of a laughter, but when I came to my senses, I realized how WRONG that was...



My niece is still in kindergarten... I asked my sister where did she learn that and she said it was her teacher who taught my niece that...

Now seriously, this incident explained and clarified several things for me:

ONE - YOU THINK IT'S CUTE, BUT IT'S WRONG:

Hearing funny stuff coming from children is fun and cute...
My niece used to call me "Walaal" and her sister calls me "Dalaal" now (Thanks to her, my friends are calling me "Dalaal" as well)...
My youngest brother used to call me "Thalaal" because he had hard time saying "R" which was kinda cute
I used to say "مايطافي" as in "مطافي"... I didn't know back then...
My niece calls the computer "Oh My God" since her mom always yells "OH MY GOD" every time she get's close to the computer...

Cute children, cute names, but things will be ugly if they grew up keeping these names without knowing (Or teaching them) the real and true names...

Let's go back to the hot dog event...

There's two reason (I came up with) to tell the little child that wrong "Nuqainuqa" name:

1) The teacher don't know the English name for it.
If that's the case, I have several questions:
a. WHY THE HELL DID SHE OPEN HER MOUTH AND SPOKE WITH SOMETHING SHE KNEW NOTHING ABOUT!?
b. HOW THE HELL DID SHE BECOME A TEACHER NOT KNOWING SUCH A SIMPLE, EASY AND COMMON WORD?
c. WHO THE HELL DID QUALIFY YOU TO BECOME A TEACHER?
d. WHO THE HELL WOULD HIRE SUCH TEACHER THAT LACKS SUCH ENGLISH SKILLS!?

If that wasn't the case (Which is probably is not), I have this question:
WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU CORRECT THE CHILD'S DEFINITION AND WRONGNESS!?

2) The teacher didn't know that feeding them wrong definitions and words in early years is like writing on cement; easily written when wet, almost impossible (Or let's just say hard) to erase when dry (As in, they get old).

Teachers shouldn't do that... They should at least say "I don't know" if they literally DON'T KNOW!!

There's a total difference between "Someone who knows stuff and can teach" and a "Teacher"...

Teacher (Specially kindergarten teachers) has other responsibilities than just "Deliver information to students"... They have to EDUCATE them... Teach them manners... Teach them true from false... Right from wrong... Do from Don't... They have to correct whatever wrong behavior they aquired even if it means contacting their parents to tell them about it...

I know it's not easy to handle kids and children because of their innocent and pure souls and minds... But if you're not up to handling them properly, you're better off not dealing with'em at all because, without knowing it, you'll create a generation that's built on false facts and wrong ideas...

I remember my Arabic teacher back when I was 7 years old... I asked him a question that my dad knew the answer for it but he didn't... I was really shocked like "You're a teacher!! How can you not know that!?"... He simply replied with "No one is born knowing everything... We all keep on learning... I know some stuff that you don't know, and you probably know some stuff that I don't know... I know more Arabic stuff, you probably know more Science and math stuff than me"... I was stunned because he didn't lie and he gave me the flawless reply... I had to respect him more than ANY other teacher in the world...

In general, When it comes to teaching, you don't feed your students with wrong info and answers... You whether say "I don't know" or "I don't know, I'll look it up in my own books and give you a good answer tomorrow (Or later)"...



That concludes my first part of the "Signs where Kuwait started to turn bad"...


NOTES:
My sister went to that fake teacher and gave her a headache for feeding her daughter wrong stuff... I wouldn't surprised if she spat on her face... She'd get that aggressive :P

Killer pigeons...

Enough weird dreams already!!!

What the HELL is wrong with me and the weird dreams that pop in my head!?

OK enough freaking out... Here's how the idea was:



I went to my friend's apartment (Some fictional person that, his face looks totally unfamiliar)... And when I opened his apartment's door, I saw him laying on the ground with 7 pigeons eating up his body...

I freaked out and called "11271" (Which is, "777" in real life... WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THREE NUMBERS!?) and later on they came and took care of everything...

On my way back home, I keep seeing pigeons flying over covered in blood with some meat remaining on their pecks\face...



Then I woke up and literally thought that was real for the next few hours that, I was actually going to call one of my friends to confirm that the killer pigeons doesn't exist (or atleast, not in Kuwait)...



Now, I can assume I'm having THIS weird dream because I ate too much "Papa Jones" Pizza... But that doesn't explain why I had the weird previous dreams...

Can anyone recommend a good shrink!? :P

Ow... My back...

I'm not an active sport guy...

I do sports whenever I really need to... Like, when I run away from my friends wanting to beat the crap out of me because I said a lame joke (Which stalled them for few seconds giving me some time to run while they think about the joke) or my college class...

Anyway, for some reason, my back hurts which that it wasn't any of a big deal...

But I went to the doctor just to check it up... After all, it was in the middle of my backbone...

The doctor almost literally said "Tsk... You just pulled a muscle... Grow up kiddo"...

He said to come by if nothing changed in 3 days... In my own mind, I was like "Such a lazy ass... But it's ok, I'll play along with'em"...


After a week from that day, my back pain actually grew, let's say, a double and half times the pain it actually caused back then... It's not that I can't bear with it... It's just annoying and I'm starting to worry because, hey, it's my back and the middle of the backbone... If it's something, I might lose an important part...

So I went to the doc again (Another doc though) and explained the whole thing... He asked me to take an X-ray image of my back and the guy who took the image made me pose like a model laying on some flat plastic bed :P

He looked at the image and all and was like "You need to rest... It's only the muscle that you pulled"...

I thought "Bullshit!! A muscle pull wouldn't last this long"... He resumed "You need to stay in bed for atleast 2 days... As in, the only time you get off the bad is to answer the nature's call"...

Ofcourse his answer didn't satisfy me... So I just played along and was like "Hopefully the time to sleep that amount of time would come..."



Well, alot of things happened and all... I have flu now thanks to my nieces and all... So I decided to relax and stay home yesterday... Which I did...

I played Call of Duty 5 and HAWX... Went to bed by 18:00... Woke up by 10:00...

To me, it's a big accomplishment since I haven't been able to sleep for more than 5 hours in the last few months...



I woke up to check my back, and the pain is 3/4 gone... I can't really believe it... The docs were right...

Now I feel like going out and pull that muscle again to have an excuse to stay home and be treated :P

Come to think of it, How the hell did I pull that muscle? By STANDING OFF MY COMPUTER CHAIR!?



Lessons to be learned:
* Public Hospital aren't that bad... Yes, we see slacky docs every now'n'then, but there's good ones as well
* Must keep my nieces away from me... They made me sick :P
* I should buy more chocolate to entertain me while I'm in bed :P

Why I hate the phrase "Break a leg"...

It's been a damn long time since I last time wrote anything... So here we go...



Y'know, break a leg is something like "good luck"... But when it comes to me, it NEVER means good luck... Here's why:

* I was talking with my gf and told her that we're moving to another house so I gotta bail out move stuff and all... She said "Break a leg"... Later on that day, the closet fell on my feet and I almost break it.

* I was talking with my gf again and told her that I need to move some stuff with a friend since he's re-decorating his room... She said "Break a leg" again and his books box fell on my leg which almost broke my leg.

* Now that I suspected that my gf is bringing me bad lucky (fortunately not), I was talking with another friend telling him I'm going to play soccer (I haven't done that in years) and he said "Break a leg"... The next thing I know is that, someone just kicked my leg accidentally and hurts like crazy.

* I mentioned to my friend that my friend is moving out to another house (He's Irish and he's switching apartments) so my friend said "Break a leg" and I warned him about it and how unlucky I'd become... His mini-fridge fell on my foot (Good thing I was wearing my bro's military boot that I stole :P )

* This is a killer; Someone told me "Break a leg" and I knew something would happen. So I avoided doing sport or any labor stuff... Went to my Irish friend's place and he decided to take his car for a spin... And when he decided to park his car, he slammed on the brake and a car behind him hit his car which pushed his car abit... And because the gear was on "Neutral", the car wandered straight and hit my leg (Luckily it wasn't a hard hit and I didn't get hurt at all)...



They should change it from "Break a leg" to "Break your leg"...

Childhood obsession

I know this IS a useless post, but aren't most of my posts useless? :P

Anyways, I like to wear t-shirts like crazy. I wear'em when I go to sleep, when I go out, when I work on something, when I... Wait, I WEAR'EM ALL THE TIME!!!

And since I like stuff like "cookie monster" and other childish stuff that I, myself, find'em funny, I tend to wear t-shirts and even boxers of'em...

And for some reason people don't like the fact that a 24 years old man that wears t-shirts with funny\childish stuff on'em (And that includes my both parents, my older brother, aunts and uncles, some friends and those who meets me for the first\second time)...



Now, take 4 steps backword (Yes, 4... The random number) and take another look...



First of all, we still like childish stuff even when we grow up.

I mean, just switch your TV to Tom & Jerry and witness almost every family member (including the maid and driver) sit there and enjoy the show...

So how's Tom & Jerry isn't as childish as Sesame Street? It's actually more childish than Sesame street...

What about Bugs Bunny? Betty Poop? (Couldn't help it... Sorry :P ), Popeye? Donald Duck? Hello Kitty?

Y'know, the list is endless... But for some reason they consider Sesame Street, Barney the gay dinosour and Teletubbies the homosexuals are too childish and shouldn't be something to be liked when you grow older than 7 years (Well, I personally would forbid my kids to watch Barney and Teletubbies... Just so not as educational as Sesame Street)...

I dislike Barney and actually forcefully liked Teletubbies (My cousin used to force me to watch it till I liked it and she hates it now :P )...



Secondly, there's nothing left to wear BUT funny childish t-shirts.

Take another 4 steps to the back and turn 4 degrees to the right... You'll witness how lame and stupid t-shirts became...

Take a close look and you'll see how gay things turned...

You can actually predict a person (In our case, guys) behavior and personality by his t-shirt...

The brighter and glittery the color is the more douche bag and (bi\homo)sexual the wearer is... [Ofcourse, there's an exception for every rule, but the key word is "AN EXCEPTION"... Which means you can find probably ONE person who's hetrosexual and isn't a douche bag]...

And you better be careful when you see a dark t-shirt person... It's hard to predict the following:
* They could be (bi\hetro\homo)sexuals whether they know it or not...
* Emos...
* Weed\Joint\Alcohol\Whatever Junkies...
* Goth wannabies (It can easily show by the face)
* Well or ill mannered



There's this saying that goes like "Wear what the others want you to wear and eat what you want to eat" (Literal Arabic-To-English Translation somehow)...

I'm totally against that saying... I wear what I like to wear (As long as it doesn't offend anyone) and eat what I like to eat (I don't care if it offends you or not... It's getting IN MY TUMMMEEEH!!!)...

I'm not against what would others wear because it reflects their personality (Unless they're wearing dishdashas and formal suits... Things can get tricky in here)...

Which is why I don't wear what common Kuwaitis wear: Polo shirts (They've been here since I was born and they just started to wear it 2~3 years ago... I wonder why :P)...



If wearing [Cookie Monster\Domokun\Stewie] t-shirts is childish and only means I'm still a child, well, atleast I'm straight, well-mannered, well-educated, have various useful hobbies that makes use of my time and totally not a typical Kuwaiti with almost no goal in life

Three years later...

So almost everyone who reads my blog knows that I have issues with my dreams...

But I NEVER thought something like this would happen...



I checked my emails and all before I go to sleep... Then I obviously went to sleep... (That happened in real life)

Then suddenly, all I could see is a black screen with the sentence "Three years later..." appearing in white (That's in my dream... Even the three dots are there :P) that lasted for a second or two...

I heard a phone ringing, it was my friend calling me to solve some infinite for loop in C++... I solved it (That happened in real life)...



So basically, my dream was nothing but the "Three years later..." image...

Why do I have to dream like this? I swear I haven't seen a movie for a long time... I haven't played any video game for a while as well... WHY!?

THEY BE CUTTING MA HAIR!!!

I've becoming much more lazier than the extreme laziness I personally am...

And as a result, I didn't cut my hair for months... I barely shaved my beard because I had a date with my gf :P

My hair is growing long... Everyone would think it's not long at all, but considering my usual hair and all, IT IS LONG!!!

I'm too lazy to have 3 minutes drive to the Paki barber to cut it out... And in fact, I kinda liked my careless hair which represents my carelessness personality...



Anyways, I don't remember what was my dream about... But I remember that I had to go to the barber and get a hair job...

I swear the moment he cut my hair I just woke up with a freeky face like "NOOOOOOOooooooooooooo!!!"...

But then I idled for a minute to get the puzzle straight and all and thought "Why the hell should I fear the barber!? It's just hair and I'm better without it!!"...

But then again, I kinda like it that way... I think I'll grow it for another month :P



Why the hell did I have such dream and thought of it as a nightmare?

Maybe because I ALWAYS make fun of my friends with long hair :P