suspic. little mister sunshine…

1930-2008

الله يرحمه برحمته انشالله

الأجيال القديمة يعمها الأسف ، الأجيال الجديدة تهمها العطل ، طبعا هي حداد مو عطلة ، ولكن الاسم العام بينهم عطلة والسؤال اللي تبع “هل توفى الشيخ سعد؟” هو سؤال عن العطلة ، شخص يلقب برجل من رجالات الدولة ، وتم ولي العهد لفترة طويلة وتولى الحكم لفترة وجيزة ، وقبل ذلك مناصب عديدة ، وانا كفرد كويتي دارس في مدرسة حكومية ماعرف ولا واحد من هالأعمال

يقولون في مادة توعية وطنية للنظام الموحد الجديد ، ويلومون الاجيال اللي لم يزرع فيها حب الوطن ان ليش تعلقون ، وليش تخربون البلد ، وليش ما تقولون النشيد الوطني وليش وليش ، شذنبهم اذا ما انزرع فيهم حب الوطن الغيرة عليه ، بالعربي البسيط عطوهم شي يحبونه مايقدرون يحبون العدم

في يوم من الأيام كنت ماخذ مقرر لغة فرنسية وودوني رحلة مجلس الأمة ، العلاقة بين فرنسا ومجلس الأمة شنو؟ يمكن أصل القوانين والتشريعات بس ما اتوقع ، رحنا هناك وفرد من الموظفين قام يكلمنا عن المجلس وعن أنظمته وكيفية عمله ، كل سؤال اهوه جاوبه واحنا طالعناه بنظرة جهل ، و نقد علينا لان ما نعرف شي عن مجلس الأمة ، وحاليا ما نعرف شي عن “رمز” من رموز الدولة ، وهو الشيخ سعد المغفور له بإذن الله ، اللهم اللي نعرفه عن حكامنا ان فلان حكم ، فلان بيعطينا منحه ، فلان توفى

مؤامرة عظمى لابقاء الشعب جاهل؟

المهم ، الله يرحمه ، انتم السابقون ونحن اللاحقون ، موعظة لمن يتعظ

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Where do you stand on going to a movie alone, and witty comments during the movie? They all went to it on seperate occasions and I missed every one. It’s such a cinema movie, I don’t want to download it or watch it on DVD. I can’t watch a movie alone, I need to make not so witty comments to someone!

Who wants to go? I promise I’ll keep my hands in my pockets. That only applies when the lights are on, when they’re off it’s free game.

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I believe most of you are familiar with the show Taw Ellail on Al-watan and Khalid Abduljaleel’s segment there, showing us the dark side of our society with his noble efforts. I mean, it’s not commercial, he surely means well! He’s like a modern superman and the law is his cape and all that epic stuff.

Onto my point, he’s been pushing a topic for 3, 4 episodes now about Kuwaitis abroad in Egypt who have never seen Kuwait and live in small villages doing lowly jobs such as farming and selling foul and flafel. What struck me was how it was totally blasphmeous for them to do that, as if, if they’re carrying a Kuwaiti passport that means they’re better than their fellow locals there. They’re above their current life, and the current society they live in. What I like best, is how we hear about the problem and hear no valid solutions a bit like the elections but that’s another topic. I don’t see it as a problem actually, what’s wrong with an Egyptian with a Kuwaiti passport living there. It’s like they want every passport owner to work in investments and drive a Cayenne or else it’s total blasphemy and Unkuwaiti.

The other day I was criticized for not yelling at the cart boy for trying to shove groceries down the trunk of my car almost breaking some stuff. He obviously didn’t know better, nothing wrong happened and I simply helped him open the thing and all was done, but supposedly I should’ve yelled at him because he “should’ve known”. I don’t want to preach equality because that’s gay, but there’s something deeply wrong with some people. The humane factor is gone..but of course then you drive off and forget everything but the memory remains with the cart boy and one day, one day, he’ll stab your momma in the eye. I call it, “Blind Justice”.

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I’ve been busy the last few days purchasing a car. It arrived yesterday. I came back with a smile on my face, I love the car. I walked in, grabbed the keys and headed out. I took pictures of it, and sent MMS messages all around, I made the engine roar for random pedestrians, I hugged the damn car.

The thing with family though, I got it yesterday and I just woke up and I looked outside the window to say hello to it just like how I said goodnight last night, and it wasn’t there. Someone took it for a joyride..

Being the first to own a car in my group of friends, I’m looking forward to certain people who are known to be “masl7chiya/leaches”. They will be good entertainment. Also, do you have any car rituals, traditions, rules? My close friends want me to endorse a “No food in the car”, while I was sipping a strawberry margarita.

I’m looking forward to the new car presents, I’m hoping for no swarovski crap. In case you missed it, yes that was a hint. I’m expecting presents.

Update : I don’t have a car anymore. It was taken away from me because I postponed the exam I had today because I didn’t study for it while I was enjoying the car. I get the car on Sunday, and my exams are from Sunday to Thursday, life is tough.

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Everyone needs one, and most times you don’t really have one and you need to come up with one right on the spot.

An Exit Strategy is what you use when you desperately need to get the hell out of a social obligation.

I received a phone call from a friend inviting me to a Samra at 6PM last night. Now, I might be clueless about these things but who the hell has a Samra from 6 to 8 and then goes out.

I quickly replied “I’ll see if I have a car..” and forgot about him, as I called some friends and asked if they’re going to be there and I found out I’d be the only one there with a bunch of guys I don’t know. I picked up my friends and soon he began to call each and every one of us one by one to invite us, and we had to elaborately lie. When he called me at 8PM, I just spat out the errandsI ran at noon as if I was doing them at the time

“امي دقت علي وقالتلي اييبلها شي من مشغل بالعديلية ، وبعدين لازم اروح اشتري ورق عنب من الجمعية.. ها؟ اي بالعديلية الحين =O “.

It worked, but soon after I was supposed to meet them after I finished my “errands”. I quickly hated the night out due to bad music on the radio, and the fact that a guy I loathe is with them. You see, this guy throws up if he laughs too much, he smells like armpits, he once stared at a 6 year old’s ass in lust and he enjoys doing the “I would like to perform oral sex on you, fine lady!” gesture to many.

My exit strategy consisted of playing the emo role(Kraysee was my inspiration), soon it hit me! “My brother’s travelling tomorrow morning, I need to be at home in time to say goodbye.” and I ditched them after dropping them off taking a long relaxing drive by myself, only to come home and watch Titanic on TV.

Best Exit Strategies :

- “I’m so fuckin’ dizzy..” card.

- Calling random family members and saying incoherent things to them, as you elaborately build up your sweet escape.

- Blaming excess traffic, and saying you can’t be late. Works well if you have 4, 5 guys to drop off to their homes which takes a long awful amount of time if you’re dizzy and really want to come home.

- The good ol’ “I have diarrhea, I’m only comfortable to my room’s bathroom.” Never used, but works well in theory along with some random moaning in the car “ummm..UHH..I want home.. =( “.

- Spitting out a random family obligation.

- Care to add more?

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I often drift off in debates with myself, and weirdly enough I usually enrich myself by myself. The main flaw in debating with whoever is around me is that in most cases they get the person involved not the argument. Whenever I seem to debate with my friends about a certain topic, they discuss the person not their argument. For instance, I have a friend(an actual one, not code for me) who’s very knowledgable in religion but whenever he offers solid arguments they attack him for not being dedicated to what he knows. So for someone who loves to argue, I seem to do most of it with myself.

Onto my current inquiry, I read somewhere that when adopting a foreign language one must becareful and use it as a means of communication rather than a vessel of thought. In Kuwait, English is firmly the second language if not the first for some. With the universal trend of the west being the sun shining evolution to the world, and every idea coming from the west being adopted by many. I question what is the standard that makes something ideal, or right to a world wide scale.

A rule, a thought, a way of living is always criticized by the world. The people in power earn the right to be the critiques, and their thought earns the right to be the alpha monkey of thoughts. I see that while studying history, if there was a standard for what is right and what people should follow then most of the tyrants in history wouldn’t have lasted enough to get mentioned in history. They only fell because people with different thoughts gained more strength and took their place.

Now obviously, the Arab World isn’t strong hence we’re following the strong one’s thought. From my careful observations, many prefer Western literature to Arabic literature, just like how many speak English primarily more than Arabic. An effect of adopting the English language as a second language, or a global effect of western power countries shining on other countries?

I’m not seeing this from an Arab person’s point of view, just observing my culture and seeing how it’s greatly altered by another from a neutral point of view, and I’m wondering if the English language wasn’t adopted by many would the effect be of the same magnitude? A language carries a culture, with its literature, media, and interaction with its native speakers, so if it was treated as a means of communication instead of a vessel of thought would the effect have been the same on the Kuwaiti culture for instance?

Most of what we see as corrupt, vile and frowned upon or simply contradictory to us is perfectly normal elsewhere. Slowly we’ve opened up, and began to take comfort to the new ideas to the point where independent parties support the new ideas over the old ones as what is right, but there’s no righteous scale to what’s right. The final law used to be God’s words, but nowadays it’s looked at as more of a philosophy than the final say. The level of rejection to new thought decreased, and things are taken lightly. First rejected, then observed and slowly embraced.

I don’t have a focal point as usual.

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So I escaped from school, I jumped a 3 meter high wall because the headmaster(حفظة الله ورعاه) closed everything and painted some fences with this liquid so we wouldn’t be able to touch it, so I was pressured to do this. He probably was a punk in the day, so he knows our every trick. Most of the school’s budget is on new fences.

Thankfully, Carrera Girl was no where to be seen. Everytime I hop the fence she seems to be passing by and I say in my heart “Why..why..why..” and then I take my shoe off and get the sand out and keep on marching to wherever. Props to Qurtuba girls, they provide a nice scenery in the morning. I’m guessing waking up at 5AM to get dressed makes you look that good but oh well, “wake-up-at-7″ suspic approves.

The point remains is I obviously injured myself deeply and I need the comfort of the female bloggers.

Please comfort me in an orderly manner, you’ll all get your turn.

P.S. Just in case one of you has no soul..

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There seems to be an outbreak in lack of class these days, and when asked it’s called personal freedom. The only thing missing is snapping their fingers and going “umm..hmm!”. It’s quite rude, and quite childish and quite stupid to have to explain to them that your freedom shouldn’t invade another’s freedom.

I enjoy the mutual respect, those selfless acts you do for no personal interest at all but for the other’s respect. It’s refreshing. Once an old woman and myself were walking towards a door from opposite ends and I opened the door to let her pass and I swear I heard the most sincere thank you ever, no matter how cold you are that just refreshes your sense of humanity. It was an old building in Hawally, so she probably was a drug dealer or a pimp of some sort..

It’s not much, but I often read about how one person’s nice trivial act to another made their day and nowadays the situation turned and it went from a random stranger smiled to me to a random stranger gave me the look for making eye contact.

On a personal scale, I find it a lot amongst friends and such. When you see a friend crossing that red line where the others go “Oooh!” to see the other’s reaction. I have friends of different backgrounds so every once in a while I see A making fun of B’s origins, or C teasing D about his religious path. It can be considered humorous play but all in all it’s not classy. I don’t know if it’s my personality, or the fact that I don’t address certain topics and stay on the sideline that makes me neutral but I’m willing to sacrifice that level of humor instead of crossing a red line, and becoming like my friends who were once considered so close they were gay for each other and now it’s just “G’morning!”.

Another thing I’m noticing is people aren’t embarrassed anymore, nothing is “!عيب! فشلة”. Whether it’s a kid coming to class 5 minutes before it ends and perfectly expecting to be let in and storming out if he wasn’t let in, or if it’s holding a laugh in front of a funny lookin’ guy.

I have no focal point, just another one of those realizations. On a lighter note, I’ve always wanted to slap someone with a white glove and challenging them to a duel for lack of class..

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I don’t know if it’s the hershey’s pie, or the fact that I woke up at 12am that made me see things.

At 4am, I decided I wanted to go eat something, and I decided on Janob Elsirra’s McD’s that’s supposedly open for 24 hours a day which was a big corporate lie!

On my way there I got followed by a black Dodge Charger which I persume wanted a piece of my hershey’s pie(the actual one, nothing sexual you pervs). He was by my side along the entire way there, and when we got to McD I noticed it was closed and parked near Mr.Baker while he got in even though it was obviously closed, and I took my time in Burger King and when I got out he was waiting in the parking lot, not parked, waiting before the speed bump with no one there besides us, which means he took a long turn to the next traffic light to take a U-turn, and then another U-turn afterwards to get to McD just to park there. I went to my car, and when I reversed and proceeded to the parking lot for the exit he wasn’t there..

I looked for him on the road, he was nowhere to be seen. First it’s Kraysee with McD’s apple juice, and now it’s me with Burger King’s hershey’s pie!

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Onto my point, it was late and all the streets were empty. I was at University Bridge(Yes, I translated it) at the traffic light and I was there contemplating crossing the red light. Well, it wasn’t me. It was mini-suspic-with-devil horns on my left shoulder saying..

El Diablo: ” No one’s there, what could possibly go wrong? “

suspic : ” But..but..mom always said a car could come out of no where!! “

El Diablo : ” But you can obviously see no one’s there, no one! At the four points of the intersection..no one! “

suspic : ” ..but..it’s the law!!! “

El Diablo : ” What’s the point of the law, my friend? To organize the masses! If no one’s there, what’s the point of regulations to perserve the greater good? Would there be laws in a one man society? You’re a one man society now! You are the master of your domain! Hit the gas! Hit it! “

* Light turns green *

suspic : ” AHAHAHAHA! I fooled you! I argued with you til it turned green, you naive imbecile! Who’s the Diablo now, huh? Who’s your daddy? “

* suspic lowers the window and throws El Diablo off the bridge *

suspic : ” AAAAAAAAAA..HAHAHAHA! “

The same thing happened a minute later at the traffic light after it.. El Diablo was nowhere to be seen.

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You might be wondering what this post is about, and why I have a picture of a crazed man in tattered robes and straw sandals in the beginning, and you might be wondering who it reminds you of but the post is much more than crossdressers and who they remind you of because the answer is obvious.

Today I woke up at 7, and I didn’t feel like going to school so I missed the first 3 classes to sleep. Since it’s my last semester and the end is near I’m kind of losing it, but I like to live dangerously on the edge. I walked in late, and I walked in on a group of my friends performing a gay thing. I wish I hadn’t, I was blinded by the scene, I was scarred, I was ashamed of knowing them..

A group of 18 year old guys, tall men with hair all over their faces, were skipping class and sitting in a circle with an empty bottle of Abraj water in the middle. At first, I was confused, then I focused and I saw giggles, and I saw some spinning. They were playing spin the bottle. I’m don’t..I can’t..I don’t want to..I’m..I’m..I’m simply ashamed. I, suspic the great, go to school with these supposed men. I wish there was a legal law to strip them off their testicles. That’s the equivalent of their mother walking in on them touching themselves to teletubbies.

I’m beyond hesistant to make this post for the sake of the Arab World’s reputation, but I’m dry on material and a good showman does what he must..

Flan : بييهيهيهيبوبوو ، شسم اللي تكلمها؟

Flan2 : امبيه ماقدر ، لا ما يسير ، استحي ، مابي اجاوب

Flan : يلا قولي ، ما راح اقول لاحد ، لازم البطل يأشر عليك امبيه ، انت ملزم أخلاقيا وروحيا وجسديا انك تجاوب ، لازم بعد هذي قوانين البتل ايهيهيهيهي

Flan2 : وااي فشله …. اسمها فلانه

Group : اييييهيهيبييهيهيبوو ، يلا دور احد ثاني.. فلان البتل قاعد يأشر عليك ايييههيهي

Flan3 : *cusses their mothers and their vaginas*

** Conversation slightly altered with an increase of faggotism due to suspic’s prospective of the thing.

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It’s funny how guys react to boredom, whether it’s this gay shit, or the other day when it was raining when we put our heads out of the windows and drove fast screaming “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” at the rain drops bitchslapping our faces, or when we all skipped and jumped like Mario when no one was looking..

After multiple exchanges of insults, I proceeded to English class to learn how to use an answering machine, where I said “You say the fucking message” silently, and then I was taught how to take a message for someone, where I said “You write the fucking message” silently. I didn’t know there were protocols to these things. Next time perhaps I’ll learn how to use an escalator, “OMG, you just stand there?”.

Even Absi, the robot thought it was patronizing.

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I wanted to post a cool picture of a sandstorm but this picture was better.. I call it “carrot failing to evolve”.

Stuck in a sandstorm

As we were in the car on our way to the Avenues the weather was beautiful, we took a spiral bridge(?) to get down to the 5th. ring road we saw a whole new scene where you couldn’t see a thing but vague lights ahead, with blinking hazard lights and cars slowing down. We laughed, and kept going and as we got deeper it got worse to the point where we had to stop but we feared an idiot would crash into us, we got with the heavier stopped traffic and stopped and soon after we were in the middle of a sandy tornado, an actual Kuwaiti one, I call him Misba7. I wanted to go out but I realized I’d choke so I kept quiet as my friend went into a contagious hysteria of laughing as we couldn’t see the car that was literally stuck to our front bumper as tree branches flew near us.

The moral of the story is how to react in times like this, a friend’s relative stopped when he couldn’t see a thing and a speeding moron drove right into him from the back causing his pregnant wife in the passenger seat to pile up in the foot area, his daughterflying from the backseat to the front panel making her face bleed and him going right through the steering wheel..which also made him hit the car in front of him, and so did the car in front him hit another car. You can say they should’ve wore a seatbelt but still, who does nowadays?

Wind-ows?

My friends family were near the sea at the time of the peak and they said it was crazy. They soon called my friend when all shit went down and there began the process of each caller topping the others “crazy weather” story, and they won against our “we parked and sand was all around us lewl” story. They were in their car, and soon when the air started to hit hard all the glass started to crack and soon after it shattered which made them get out of the car with glass all over their clothes.

On a sadder note, the car in front of them had a similar incident but the kid walked out with glass in his face. It shattered into him. I must say I giggled then I felt sad.. You can’t blame me I was imagining him stuck to the window going “wowzies!” and then it exploded into his face.

Youth Power

When trees were all over the road, guys stopped and tried to remove them to get traffic going on the road. I quite liked that, a bunch of Egyptian guys and some Kuwaitis guys trying to remove the tree. We quickly parked and got down, and eventually the tree was removed by a man in a pathfinder with his family, he parked and offered to tow it into the closest area. It was epic.

It’s somewhat funny to me. It’s like my generation saying “hey we can do stuff!” to the older generations who also did stuff in ‘90. I’m not saying it’s by any chance similar in any way, but y’know.. I like to think.

Over-used words during the day by a friend

“!هذا كله غضب! غضب من ربك”

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My dear citizens, yesterday crazy shit happened. Sand storms, flying trees, rain, hail, and much more. The day started out beautiful coming out of Friday prayer, and we were supposed to play football(ملعب صابون) at around 8pm but soon all shit went down..

The tree in the middle of 4th. ring road :

It was sort of blocking traffic, some guys tried to remove it and move traffic, then a guy with his family in a Pathfinder dragged it into Khaldiya.

MP dewaniyas or tents :

That will cost them..

Even MickyD’s didn’t come out safe  of this :

My old school :

I have a bunch of videos, but I’m too lazy to host them. The net’s probably filled with them..

My friend called the football guy to cancel and he was like “No shit?”. We still went there to get our deposit back..

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p.s. I blame you.