<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576</id><updated>2011-12-15T13:34:54.620+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In Bahrain</title><subtitle type='html'>We are a group of young Bahrainis dedicated to expose the dark side of life in Bahrain from a Bahraini national's perspective. Our approach is both informative and humorous. Our topics range from the major issues to mild annoyances. THIS MIGHT BE A GOVERNMENT BASHING BLOG. We focus on the motherfucking idiots who give Bahrain a bad image to the citizens, residents and visitors. &lt;b&gt;ALL YOUR BLOG ARE BELONG TO US!!!&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-2468262784138763416</id><published>2010-09-06T10:35:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:00:22.149+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LiB @ Work #3: I DEMAND Work... NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so you went through hard years at school then college and after enduring sweat, tears and sleepless nights, you finally graduate with flying colors. Great! Now it’s time to find that dream job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prepare a resume and make a few printouts, and then you go on a job hunt. You go to every single prestigious establishment you know and after a few weeks of no replies, you start applying at medium companies and distribute that resume through email. Finally you get desperate and start applying at ANY company for ANY opening. But that’s not our subject today. See we all go through the painful process above, unless you were born with a silver spoon up your ass or you know someone who was then your ride would be much easier, and since you have a spoon up your ass then you’re used to and lubed up to take anything else entering there just to get things in life for next to nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be talking about those who FORCEFULLY demand jobs that they are not entitled to or just think it is for them and them only and how people nowadays make it a politically rich material for their campaigning and lobbying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example a simple lady who graduated and started selling water in the streets in order to feed her kid and family. There are mixed feelings and opinions about why this lady did what she did in order to be able to support her family. I for one see nothing wrong with that except for the facts that surround this case and how others used it for their own benefit. Of course a lot of “activists” saw this as a golden opportunity to concentrate on politicizing the issue. Damn hippies pouncing on everything they see and twist shit for their own gains. Thus ruining any chances that might have existed to resolve those issues and making the case lose credibility almost instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady, according to an interview with her, has a husband and an 18-month old child. Her husband makes BD 525 a month, which is not bad, I’m not saying that it’s perfect but for a small family they can very well manage. I mean bigger families live on a much less monthly income. Again am not saying that it’s ideal or that the lady shouldn’t do that. Everyone has the right to an income and if there is room for additional income “ethically” i.e. working part-time in a second job or doing some small business on the side AS LONG AS IT DOESN’T CLASH WITH THE PRIMARY JOB. The point here is the attitude that came with the lady’s demand and the hippies who promoted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the lady was heavily portrayed in the media as some authorities saw this as a “begging on the streets” case and others highlighted her case either online or through papers etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TISa211S2zI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eWTaVXYIF1w/s1600/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513702110762556210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TISa211S2zI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eWTaVXYIF1w/s400/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some companies actually sympathized with her and offered her jobs within their organizations. This must be good right? Only thing is, the idiot refused all that and DEMANDED that she is to be employed in a governmental ministry or entity and ONLY in the government, OR ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the shitty attitude. I know that government work is easy, laid back and secure for life. And that’s why many people want to work for the government. Other than security, underachievers always want to work for the government because they know there are NO real performance appraisal systems there and ratings are only to fill blank sheets of paper at the end of the year. I am not saying that no one in the government works hard. There are a lot who work hard but in the end, they all get the same ratings and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, there is nothing wrong with this lady asking to work for the government, provided there are openings that match her qualifications. Refusing to work for any company other than the government, however, is plain wrong. I mean there is nothing wrong with starting with a private company and building up that resume. It’s very good to have any kind of experience and adding it to a resume which will be of good use in the future whilst applying for any vacancy that comes up within the desired sector or company. What’s wrong is DEMANDING that “I MUST be employed at that company and THAT COMPANY ONLY”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are other idiots who lose their jobs because they are very bad performers then they go out on the streets, protesting and DEMANDING that they be reinstated in their jobs immediately, OR ELSE! Take this moron for example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TISbJQWpdpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BZmfcd_ppYA/s1600/employment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513702427119416978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TISbJQWpdpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BZmfcd_ppYA/s400/employment.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention, ANYTHING for attention. I won’t go looking for a job, the job MUST come to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everyone has the right to a good standard of living, and that comes through fighting in life by getting a good education then progressing through the ranks and getting good jobs with good pay along the way… What sickens me though, is how some refuse to do anything to change their situations and sit on their asses all day and demanding for jobs without bothering to look. Or those who have no proper qualifications and asking to be hired as managers or getting salaries no less than BD 600 a month. There are graduates who work for much less but they work hard and try their best to prove themselves and then get rewarded accordingly... Get a life you idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/08/vote-or-else.html"&gt;like we said before&lt;/a&gt;. People have become very demanding without the willingness to give back. And the hippies backing them up will fight for them with total disregard to others who will fight for themselves and strive hard to make a good living whilst others are sitting on their butts all day and demanding only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this, where’s the KY? I’m late for a sit-in on a pole in front of the Ministry of Housing to DEMAND a house!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-2468262784138763416?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2468262784138763416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=2468262784138763416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/2468262784138763416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/2468262784138763416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/09/lib-work-3-i-demand-work-now.html' title='LiB @ Work #3: I DEMAND Work... NOW!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TISa211S2zI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eWTaVXYIF1w/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-1643201413706343548</id><published>2010-08-24T13:49:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:02:00.499+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote... OR ELSE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, the parliamentary and municipal elections are once again upon us. I can’t see anything good that was produced over the past 8 years. They managed, however, to fuck a lot of things up but the two things that pissed me off the most were: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ninjas were allowed to drive on the chaotic streets of Bahrain. They bring nothing but idiocy in driving as the ninja masks they wear limits their visibility and flow of necessary oxygen into their thick brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Approval of fat payments to outgoing parliamentarians as a pension, receiving 50% if they serve one 4-year term and 80% for serving 2+ terms. So become an MP for 8 years and you get 80% of your BD 4,000 salary for life. Whereas we peasants must slave our asses off for 30+ years to be eligible for that 80% otherwise it’s much less than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s even worse is that people are still like sheep. They say that they “will never elect anyone ever again” only to go and vote again for the same fucker. Don’t make fun of Americans for re-electing G W Bush (Dubya) even though they made fun of him from day one, went ahead and re-elected him even though he managed to ruin his country’s financial status. We in Bahrain make fun and wonder how idiots in the western world get re-elected while we do the same by going and re-electing the same baboons who failed us in the previous terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So based on all of the above, we can only expect to see the same happy shiny people who plagued the pages of our newspapers and media for the past 8 years. They will continue to get huge payments while turning their backs on the people. They will keep on pulling off a “Street Fighter II Alpha Turbo Super EX-3 Mega Limited Edition” in the parliament building by landing punches and kicks and even “Hadukens” onto each other’s faces. They will continue to promote hate and sectarianism throughout the country while sitting back and sipping on some Carrot Juice (which is apparently only reserved for council members and journalists only get water or cheap juice) and sucking on that Miswak , and watching the country burn to the ground, still getting paid thousands every month and driving around in their latest Mercs and Beamers. One of them didn’t know how to drive his 7-series because he was used to driving a shit-ass manual transmission pick-up for 50+ years while others were used to khar-gaari’s their whole lives (if you wanna know what a khar-gaari is, go and ask an Ajam or Persian speaking dude).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THOkabjqy4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/21tbHBl8C-E/s1600/SFContMP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THOkabjqy4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/21tbHBl8C-E/s400/SFContMP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508927543185165186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see articles like this in the papers more frequently nowadays and they’re all about awareness of not falling into the same shit-pit as the ones before did still you will see people even youth going for the same towel-headed, bushy-bearded, short-thobed mongrels.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THOkm-8lS_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/JqmDEvlzbu8/s1600/voting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THOkm-8lS_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/JqmDEvlzbu8/s400/voting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508927758843333618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or demands like this that MPs must do more blah blah blah. My friends, those MPs who promised you the world, well not the world, but one of them DID promise to move the airport out of Muharraq! Some of them might have lied to themselves about bettering the lives of Bahrainis but all of that doesn’t make any difference once, just once, that first shiny paycheck arrives; we will all be flipped off.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THOkyj5-ziI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MuXkU4_WQIw/s1600/voting2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THOkyj5-ziI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MuXkU4_WQIw/s400/voting2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508927957743095330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue to criticize and blame the MPs while there is no one to blame but ourselves for making them what they are in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be selling books like this to those interested. Hey I gotta make some money out of the rest too. It’s not just the MPs that should capitalize on the sheepish attitude of the masses. We have to exploit them to the max too.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THOmS2IfjLI/AAAAAAAAAII/rV1jqd4lOI4/s1600/Voting%2520for%2520Dummies(1).png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THOmS2IfjLI/AAAAAAAAAII/rV1jqd4lOI4/s400/Voting%2520for%2520Dummies(1).png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508929611903241394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. If these MPs had the least required amount of brain cells for their brains to start functioning, they wouldn’t wait for four years until it’s two months before the elections for them to appear or, in case of re-election, re-appear and start preaching and promising and backstabbing this and tarnishing the image of that to get to the chair. If they were smart they would plan for it ahead and actually make the plan last for four years. It’s just like the World Cup, teams start planning for it as soon as the previous tournament is over. That’s how the civilized world operates. In here, it’s all up to the &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-eid.html"&gt;LMB Syndrome&lt;/a&gt; and leave things until the last minute to get things done. And it’s done in all aspects of life. No one does ANY planning at ANY level be it governmental or individual then they blame everyone else but themselves for their misfortune. Like the lady who goes to have her Eid dress sewn at the tailor’s, two fucking days before Eid itself and then starts DEMANDING the tailor to finish it although he has orders pending for Eid for people who actually came in weeks ago. To hell with the rest, do my shit OR ELSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this “OR ELSE...” attitude and I think that unless the people change that. We will as a country continue to travel down the sewer and end up at the dumpster one day. That’s what Bahrainis unfortunately have become, demanding without giving. Every person has rights. But with rights, come duties and obligations towards society and not acting in the manner of fulfilling personal interest. Yes we all have personal interests and needs but our rights should not mean ending others’ rights. The sooner we realize this, the better we will be off on the long run. It will take generations to undo the damage that has already been done…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for this *points at crotch*, biatches. I’ll go work on my elections campaign for 2014... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-1643201413706343548?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1643201413706343548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=1643201413706343548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/1643201413706343548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/1643201413706343548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/08/vote-or-else.html' title='Vote... OR ELSE...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THOkabjqy4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/21tbHBl8C-E/s72-c/SFContMP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-2846547807212377090</id><published>2010-08-22T12:37:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:34:40.868+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Sex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THDwBd7TsHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5cET85NcG-Y/s1600/Jaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508166252278034546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THDwBd7TsHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5cET85NcG-Y/s400/Jaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a moment to catch my breath... *sigh* Okay that was a good laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Problems at Jaw Prison, where prisoners are going on a hunger strike... why? Because the prisoners have a list of demands and they want them NOW! (and I’m not making this shit up, just look at what this douchebag wrote in his letter to the GDN &lt;a href="http://m.gulf-daily-news.com/NewsDetails.aspx?newsid=283970"&gt;http://m.gulf-daily-news.com/NewsDetails.aspx?newsid=283970&lt;/a&gt; ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They want Razors to shave... they want to look nice n’ clean… (Why? date night&lt;br /&gt;with your cellmate??).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They want lights out at midnight... so they would have more time for gossip n pillow fights…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They want the big bad security guys to stop yelling... it scares them... (awww ain’t you a cutie!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They want more play time…more exercise and pumping iron… (So by the time they are out, they would have turned from child rapist, to buffed-up unstoppable child rapist!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They want to be able to order food from outside… (When you get the munchies, nothing hits the spot like a bucket of KFC!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some actually demanded BlackBerry’s… they need to be updated with the BBM world of 3azeezi n the em-7ashish jokes… of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A prisoners day out to a shopping mall…(ok I think I had about enough…)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, while you’re at it, why not go all the way? How about demanding the government to send you a weekly selection of Moroccan prostitutes for your pleasure? How about a manicurist available on-site? Why not a foot massage? Or better yet.. Why don’t the guards just perform oral pleasure on you and get it all over with...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seriously, I want someone to explain what the fuck is going on with these people? And by these people I mean the criminals (I actually prefer to call them criminals, but they seem to use the word prisoner a lot, makes them sound more innocent, wrongfully accused and more "politcally correct") and these good for nothing humanitarians... What’s with the sudden rise of hippies in Bahrain? Human rights this... human rights that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now tell me Mr. Human Rights activist hippie wannabe, is it considered a human right to kill another human? Is it a humanly right to rape another human? Well you apparently think it is... I had about enough of this “free our prisoners” crap... most of these “activists” are related to these criminals anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let me give you an insight before I go deeper into this…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is how Bahrain’s prison looks like...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THDy4q7g5EI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3e2oz0OzTy4/s1600/loc-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508169399684621378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THDy4q7g5EI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3e2oz0OzTy4/s400/loc-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THDzF2TFTgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4h7fcpI1RxA/s1600/loc-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508169626074566146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THDzF2TFTgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4h7fcpI1RxA/s400/loc-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it should fuckin' be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THDzXQCw7HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sRRJlVic9NU/s1600/prison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508169925043219570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THDzXQCw7HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sRRJlVic9NU/s400/prison.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the issue here is that the prisoners are asking for what’s humanely deserved, like shaving blades and shit... Look, before asking for your rights, have you considered the public’s rights when you did what you did and ended up in that (not so) shit hole? And why the fuck are you complaining anyways? You know that you will be out in a matter of weeks, heck even days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what we see in newspaper articles regarding sentences in Bahrain we come to the following conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;• Murder: 5 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;• Rape: 2 weeks!!! And a pat on the back!&lt;br /&gt;• Burglary: depends on the amount, if it’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;o 100k+ then nothing&lt;br /&gt;o 1000s: for each 1k = 1 year&lt;br /&gt;o A mobile phone: 5 years!&lt;/blockquote&gt;• Drugs: Life (or 2 years)?! Ha?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, even if you WERE sentenced, you will be let go once Eid, National Day, Labor Day or any other meaningless celebration comes up, they will let you all free to roam the streets once more, to rape and pillage as your heart desires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for those on the other side, these so called “activists” who happen to be the prisoners' relatives, and have nothing better to do than scribble graffiti on the walls with slogans such as “Free our innocent brothers... Blah blah blah”, why the hell is your son/brother/uncle/pimp in prison? Was he &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/08/burn-baby-burn.html"&gt;burning tyres&lt;/a&gt; instead of going to school, getting himself a degree and looking for a job like the rest of us? Most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure we have discussed the legal system in Bahrain &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-crimecuz-times-easy.html"&gt;in a previous article&lt;/a&gt;, but if you ask me, I think they should simply apply an “eye for an eye” method. It’s simple and effective, if you kill, you get killed (many countries apply this, why don’t we? Why do we keep these scum living amongst us?). If you rape someone.. you get raped! And so on! (so those wondering what to do with a tyre burner, simple, stick them in a room with a burning tyre for a few hours)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunger strike my ass... You know what? LET THEM! If they die, good riddance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the fucking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the crime then pleading to be innocent and claiming to be wrongfully accused of shit you haven’t done, while you family are causing anarchy and riots to let your ass out of prison in which you live comfortably in, and demand to have equal human rights just like everyone else who are on the outside, *breath* is the plot of a shitty TV movie that used to get aired on Friday evenings on channel 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit, I’ll go rape everyone that pissed me off today... see you in 2 weeks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-2846547807212377090?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2846547807212377090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=2846547807212377090&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/2846547807212377090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/2846547807212377090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/08/prison-sex.html' title='Prison Sex...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/THDwBd7TsHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5cET85NcG-Y/s72-c/Jaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-284695329963314694</id><published>2010-08-16T12:22:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:43:46.444+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LiB @ the Traffic Department #1: The New License Plates…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So after all these years of writing articles about the bad driving habits of Bahrainis, it has been long overdue to write about those mongrels that regulate and enforce traffic laws. Being the sissies that they are, they apply NO fairness whatsoever in applying rules and bend them, hell even bastardize them, to the extreme and make sure that they are enforced on a selected group of people only. Yes, my friends, we will be taking on the Traffic Directorate today in addition to dissing our regular stupid drivers. Being Ramadhan and the timing to talk about moronic drivers and the douchebags who enforce rules on some only couldn’t be any better…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be talking about real-life situations I have encountered with the traffic police in different situations and how those were resolved…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we got new license plates. To me personally, I thought they look okay. I mean not everyone liked them and I didn’t love them. But the fact that a lot of people who didn’t like them is owed to the numbers being much bigger and easily identifiable. Of course those who speed and run people over then escape from the scene won’t like them. I mean, come on, how would you get away with killing people when your numbers can be easily spotted? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGkEA0MuLQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UCsc7z9SbLM/s1600/bahrainplates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505936431495654658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGkEA0MuLQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UCsc7z9SbLM/s320/bahrainplates.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our new license plates (sample)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at the traffic department the other day and thought “hey since I am here, why not try and go for those new plates?” thinking they were made there and then on the spot according to newspaper reports on the first few days of the launch of the plates. Boy I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the press conference and their &lt;a href="http://www.traffic.gov.bh/Arabic/arabnews/Vehicle_Plates.ppt"&gt;PowerPoint press release&lt;/a&gt; which is available on their &lt;a href="http://www.traffic.gov.bh"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; mentioned that you can get and fill the application form for the new plates at three different locations at the site, the car licensing and registration section in the main building, the vehicle inspection section and the traffic operations (accidents) section in the outside building. The last one, being the closest, was a good option so I parked my car and walked into that operations building ( by the way, that’s the main center for 199 hotline which they NEVER answer). I walk in to see a bunch of traffic policemen sitting there and I went to the reception and asked him about the form and process to obtain those new plates so he told me to check with one of the officers at the desk. And our trip with bureaucracy at its best begins… So I go to one of those pieces of chalk and ask him about the plates. He said that this wasn’t the right place and that I have to go to the vehicle inspection section in the other building outside. What a way to flush press releases and official statements down the fucking toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start walking in the humid July air which was one of the hottest months since Bahrain started officially recording temperatures since 19-fucking-02. I arrived at the other building half-drenched and ask for the form so was given one and I filled it. Then I thought (hmmm why not do the same for my other car which my wife uses since it’s in my name and will get this over with). So I fill a second form and thought that I will bring the other car later on tonight as they are open till 10pm –or so the newspaper said, which I started doubting since nothing mentioned in the papers made any sense- and went to pay the fees, of course that’s all what the traffic department will ever make you do, PAY PAY PAY. What, you want a new driver’s license? FUCK YOU, PAY ME! You want a new license plate? FUCK YOU, PAY ME! Oh you got involved in an accident even if it wasn’t your fault and want a report? FUCK YOU, PAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying, I was given a couple of receipts and was told to go to this demented building right outside the inspection place... Take a good look for one day you WILL go there and WILL suffer like a dog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGkEYKe4fQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/V6aASetzI6k/s1600/building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505936832614399234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGkEYKe4fQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/V6aASetzI6k/s400/building.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Zombie House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in, a bunch of anorexic girls sitting at the counter, this place looked like a zombie house, a zombie house that produced number plates. I handed the traffic police receipt to one of the she-zombies and entered a few details into the computer and just as I was expecting here to tell me to bring my car for installation, she stamps the receipt with an appointment one week from that day between 4-8pm. What? I thought it was being done within minutes. Apparently, every single person in Bahrain thought of “getting it over with ahead of the rush later on” which caused all this mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later I left work and arrived at the zombie town within the traffic department and of course no one tells you anything so went into the zombie house again and asked the lady where to have my plates installed. Without looking at me she just said: “Go outside”. I mean what is outside and who to talk to? No answer, just another: “Go outside they will help you there”. Of course the zombie bitch failed to mention that my car had to actually be inside their designated parking lot, apparently that’s where the zombies get their power from feeding off our brains otherwise they would be powerless if they left the boundaries. Magic! So anyways I go outside and find a guy walking with a bunch of plates around and people following him like zombies. I told you it was a zombie place but you just laughed at the first lines I wrote about this place! I go to the guy and give him my receipt and he said that there was another guy collecting those receipts and pointed at someone else. I went to that idiot and he said go stand by your car and I’ll collect the thing. I told him that my car is on the other side of the building and he said they wouldn’t serve me unless I was within the confines of their boundary! So I walk back, take my car towards the parking lot only to find that there was a huge line of cars waiting to get in as the lot was full and they were letting ppl in on a car-by-car basis. After an hour and a half of lining up I finally made it into the lot and parked my car. Got down and the receipt guy was there so gave him my receipt. The suffering doesn’t end there. Here is how they work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Guy comes by your car you have to be standing next to it otherwise he won’t collect the thing off of you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guy collects everyone’s receipts and that gets fucking delayed because of the moronic zombies following him and obstructing him from collecting papers from people who are actually human and naïve enough to abide by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;3. The guy goes into zombie central (the house) and comes back out to collect more receipts from people who just entered the lot.&lt;br /&gt;4. Another person goes in as soon as he’s done with distributing the batch of plates in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;5. The dude brings the new plates and another set of suffering starts, he starts calling out names according to the plates and the receipts attached to them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Once the owner confirms his presence, the dude does NOT hand him the plates (yaza3am security, go fuck yourselves), he calls for a laborer to hand him the plates and install them on the car. Of course, if all laborers are occupied then everything will be on hold until one frees up then gives him the plates and that’s why it gets even more delayed.&lt;br /&gt;7. The laborer goes to your car with his toolkit (and sometimes an assistant! Dunno why!) and removes the old plates, installs the new one. Oh and it is worthy mentioning here that if your car does not conform to the holes on the plates (yes YOUR car MUST conform to the holes and not the other way round), then drilling of your bumper/car body would be required and they will make you new unwanted holes in your car to install the fucking plates.&lt;br /&gt;8. You drive out with the new plates and a few cells blown up from your brain. &lt;/blockquote&gt;That whole process took me around 3 hours. 3 FUCKING HOURS. And the worst part is that ALL of their employees do NOT give a fuck about your complaints or concerns. The traffic police however were open to suggestions. It was the first time I see a public sector entity especially one as arrogant as the traffic police become more caring than a private company who does NOT give a flying fuck about you. Laa and on top of all that, you are a fucking paying customer. Basically the way they talk to you is that they’re telling you to go fuck yourself in an indirect way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What also pissed me off is the lack of coordination and organization with those mongrels. I mean some people who came 30 minutes after you got their plates immediately after processing the batch, after the dude walks in he comes out only for you to find out that your plates aren’t with him and some people here after you got theirs! I don’t know for the life of me how they work. Completely unorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it all end there? NO! I have a second car remember? So I decided to leave it till Thursday morning as the plates are already done and it’s a matter of installing and I know what to do this time. I was wrong AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go there Thursday morning thinking that the line would be much less and that day the car had a problem with the AC the car kept heating up so I had to turn the AC on and off again and again and again as it was fucking hot and it felt like a sauna. Pardon me, it felt like a fucking giant hair dryer coz a sauna doesn’t blow hot air at you! After one hour I make it into the zombie parking lot and gave the receipt to the guy and I waited for two fucking hours this time until my plates arrived. I was there from 9:30 am and a lot of batches came and went and my plates weren’t with them. They close down at noon and there were only 30 mins left until they closed for midday break as the Ministry of Labor imposed a regulation banning laborers from working under the sun from 12-4pm. Anyways I was happy to see my plates with that last batch as they announced that they will not be bringing any more batches. My plates were before last. What luck! Anyways we waited in agony as laborers’ availability was crippled do to them being slow under the sun and being two short after getting sun-stroked. As my plates came up only thing remaining was for one fucking laborer to free up and have mine installed. Their baboon supervisor came and halted the whole thing announcing they will not be installing any more plates. I got furious and told the guy that only two of us were remaining and pleaded him to just finish us and then stop. He wouldn’t listen and gave me his back as he walked towards the air-conditioned zombie house. I tried telling him that I was there since 9:30 am and I was no less than the laborers in standing under the sun for that long but he didn’t even look at me. The Zanzibarian bushy-bearded son of a bitch just went in so I went right behind him and told him that this was the only opportunity I had and I was working abroad. He said “shekho9ny feek ennek teshteghel barra3?” I told him that this was the only chance but to no avail. Here I started &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/08/burn-baby-burn.html"&gt;contemplating burning tires&lt;/a&gt; to get what I want but that’s just not me! Maybe if someone else was in my shoes he would have started talking about this as a government plot and conspiracy but am no conspiracy theorist, not extensively anyways! I shouted and screamed at the guy and everyone looked at me and still he wouldn’t give a fuck. Then their manager came (judging by the tie he was wearing and started bossing everyone around) and I tried explaining to him that only two of us were left and still nothing. They asked if I was willing to take the responsibility should anything happen to those laborers and when I said “Yes I am” they got shocked and saw how determined I was to get my transaction done. Needless to say I still got refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want my car to leave that parking lot otherwise when I came back at 4pm I would have to line up like a bitch again. So I called my brother and asked him to come pick me up. I went back at 4, thing is, the receipt was with them and so were my plates. I tried to talk to the guy to let him know that I had no receipt and what happened to me at noon but he said “Sorry no receipt, no service” just like that! So I go into zombie central for one last time and this time I was really nearly gonna murder someone and when the anorexic ho’ saw me she remembered me from shouting earlier on and I told her where my numbers were she said that they would be out with the first batch. I told her that I should be served first and since my numbers were put aside anyways bring them out as laborers were there and available. No use, she said to go outside and wait until the first batch came. Went outside and waited for a whole fucking hour to get the first batch out then ppl started following the guy again like a zombie wanting to feed on their victim. No my plates weren’t the first ones but they were there with the batch. Waited another half an hour until they got installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the FUCK is up those idiots’ asses? They don’t give a fuck about you, mistreat you and your voice does NOT make a difference whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience was shambolic and I wouldn’t want to go through it again. A couple of weeks later I saw this in the newspaper and it talks about the same situations I have been through.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGkFeIWLI1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/VWJ9dzUtAww/s1600/plates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGkFeIWLI1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/VWJ9dzUtAww/s400/plates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505938034631844690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this happened on the first of August:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGkFqrHUvFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2YteWGirczI/s1600/plates2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGkFqrHUvFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2YteWGirczI/s400/plates2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505938250123230290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good! But what about us who got humiliated and degraded? If it were people who burnt tires, they would get locked up then released on a pardon. No one else damaged would get compensated. It is always people like us who are ALWAYS stuck in the middle and have to put up with both the government and the dissidents and it is always us who pay the ultimate price because our voices don’t matter to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the new trend for Bahraini service provision is to degrade and humiliate their paying customers. You are making them a living yet they will make you feel like shit. Forgetting that the customer is king! Just like that &lt;a href="http://www.viva.com.bh"&gt;VIVA&lt;/a&gt; fiasco (don't get me started on that shit! Standing for 4 hours to get an already pre-booked number is NOT cool! But that's for another LiBbie!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this shit, I’ll go play GTA, at least there I can run people over, one day I will do it in real life… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-284695329963314694?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/284695329963314694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=284695329963314694&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/284695329963314694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/284695329963314694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/08/lib-traffic-department-1-new-license.html' title='LiB @ the Traffic Department #1: The New License Plates…'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGkEA0MuLQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UCsc7z9SbLM/s72-c/bahrainplates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-1776295025287326605</id><published>2010-08-10T11:03:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:49:43.977+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Khaleeji Soap… So Cliché</title><content type='html'>So once again Ramadhan is upon us all. We would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a spiritual and pleasant Ramadhan. You can have a great month by steering clear from morons who apparently increase during the holy month because every single motherfucker out there gets cranky. But that’s not our topic for today as we have spoken about it before and although “التكرار يعلم الحمار”, it doesn’t teach ignorant people who are below animals, even brainwashing doesn’t work with these lowlifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEIQYESQII/AAAAAAAAAFw/UKETMvEa1L4/s1600/shooj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503689297054810242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEIQYESQII/AAAAAAAAAFw/UKETMvEa1L4/s320/shooj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;--- &lt;em&gt;Shooji… dyke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be talking about the Khaleeji soap operas that flood our screens and TV stations throughout the month, coupled with other idiotic shows such as real bad comedy series or stupid quiz shows such as Shooji and other crap that fills the screen. Only a few shows are actually worthy of watching while the rest lacks any kind of creativity and you tend to watch a series of repeated shit. Just watch one Khaleeji soap opera which means that all the other crap shown follow the same storyline but with different pattern, different ugly characters and different timing. Therefore there would be no need to be torn apart by switching channels whenever you hear “إحنا هنا هنا يابن الحلال، محمصة الجزيرة آخر جمال...”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the show…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEJM6mOm1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tY-CZlbjPHg/s1600/khaleeji1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503690337116134226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEJM6mOm1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tY-CZlbjPHg/s400/khaleeji1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LiB’s Top 10 Khaleeji Soap Opera Clichés (in no particular order):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The mansion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Seems like everyone lives in a mansion, not just any mansion, I’m talking about the works, MTV Cribs style, with marble flooring, big ass rooms, imperial furniture, 10 car garages and swimming pools, and surprisingly, they are meant to be the “middle class” family in the series (WTF!)… On the other hand, you might have the poor side of the community shown, which they are usually seen living in one of those crappy old skool houses used for shows like “ferjan lawal”, they’ve been using that same studio since 1879!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEJ5UUgn8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/gCS94veYXDE/s1600/mansion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503691099935383490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEJ5UUgn8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/gCS94veYXDE/s400/mansion.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A “middle-class” Khaleeji home according to our soap operas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The bad seed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Every family seems to have a bad son, that loves nothing more than to party, get drunk and hook up with prostitutes, or/and a bad daughter that happens to be the prostitute! The family members are never aware of their children’s actions, not until somehow by the end of the series, someone discovers it, and thus we get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The heart attack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Usually the father is the one that ends up with it, and it usually occurs after they tell him he’s either broke… or his daughter is a prostitute! This scene usually is the climax of the series, where everyone tries to put their shit together and stick together during the hospital scenes…&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEMMcyei_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/O6Pu50Gc3I4/s1600/gulfseries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503693627649330162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEMMcyei_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/O6Pu50Gc3I4/s400/gulfseries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There’s always a rich dad that’s either already dead or dying (refer to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#8&lt;/span&gt;) and the fathers will is what his children will fight over during the series, and thus comes the infamous line “Babee3 3iqaraat el walid…”, don’t these fathers invest in anything else other than properties? I would love to see a show where their dad turns out to be a pimp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Every lover in Khaleeji soaps has to end up on the same date, wither it was a secret date or they were engaged, they always end up in some hotel like restaurant with crappy “Kenny G” music playing in the background, and of course, we cannot forget the HUGE fruit drinks in front of them, topped with everything but the kitchen sink; and a tiny umbrella of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No Khaleeji soap is complete without an “inner thought” moment, that’s where the camera focuses on the actors face, sad violin music played in the background, and you hear the actor’s voice echoed “as if he’s thinking”… all of course without moving his mouth, but sometimes you see him lifting his finger up when he just thought of an idea, or with his palm on his face when he’s worried (… and the Oscar goes to…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The comic relief:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No matter how serious the soap is, there has to be the idiotic character(s) that whenever they show up, you hear the Pink Panther theme song playing, the scenes where they appear usually involves some sort of scheme planning, but since they are idiots, they end up in a (not so) funny scene… gosh I didn’t see that one coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEP3m04oZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1RsTIj8lylw/s1600/shayma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEP3m04oZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1RsTIj8lylw/s320/shayma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503697667613041042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Makeup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No Khaleeji soap is complete without the Halloween make up, every girl has to look like either a Goth or a drag queen, tons of eyeliner and whitening crap, long dark fake looking hair (in most cases, they are!), and the disgusting puffed up lips… I know… no amount of make up or any makeup artist around the world could change the fact that these bitches are fugly, but could you make it a bit more realistic? I mean seriously, who the fuck wakes up, gets out of bed with a face full of makeup and a dress that looks fit for a wedding? Even if the bitch is dying… on a hospital bed… full makeup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The wedding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Someone somewhere at some point of the series has to get married, if it’s the lead role its usually a happy wedding, and its somewhere near the end, everyone’s happy blah blah blah, but sometimes it could be the wedding that changes the course of the series, that’s when the father decides to marry a 2nd wife, a much younger, pain in the ass bitch kinda wife that everyone has to hate, which usually leads to #8 again, but this time with the 1st wife as the one being hospitalized… The weddings are usually very tacky with the most disgusting outfits and make up you have seen in your life (if you thought #3 was too much, then I wouldn’t watch this with a mouth full), and these weddings usually have like 2-3 guests in them (obviously due to the budget, as most of it went to create the bride's face).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEQe73CT4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/KKDpEIRCil4/s1600/khaleeji.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEQe73CT4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/KKDpEIRCil4/s400/khaleeji.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503698343274106754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course… the mother of all clichés… we cannot forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Slap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ahhh the infamous dramatic soap slap, you have waited 28 episodes to see that bitch eat palm…you heart is filled with joy and satisfaction as you hear the echoes of the slap bounce across your living room… justice is served.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGER6ZafUWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_0rD2QK9D5g/s1600/slap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGER6ZafUWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_0rD2QK9D5g/s400/slap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503699914575532386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit; I’ll go watch me some Will &amp; Grace… &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-fag-hear-me-roar_113619783665300093.html"&gt;oh wait&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-1776295025287326605?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1776295025287326605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=1776295025287326605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/1776295025287326605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/1776295025287326605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/08/khaleeji-soap-so-cliche.html' title='Khaleeji Soap… So Cliché'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TGEIQYESQII/AAAAAAAAAFw/UKETMvEa1L4/s72-c/shooj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-2427399725818134963</id><published>2010-08-07T09:11:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:22:10.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Baby Burn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TFz5zBNmEoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5B45ZQyw5E/s1600/liveammo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502547499634004610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TFz5zBNmEoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5B45ZQyw5E/s400/liveammo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a lot of people have been arguing in regards to the statement by one of the long bearded no brains MPs which suggested using “live ammunition” on protestors, Either for or against. Well, as much as I hate MPs and I think they are a complete waste of time and space (not to mention money with their fat salaries, fancy cars and the recent fat pension which guarantees them being secured for the rest of their miserable lives while other Bahrainis who elected them scrape for breadcrumbs until the end of the month… but that’s another blog article), he could be getting somewhere with that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know… everyone of you turned to a bunch of hippy humanitarians and human rights activists that think this is inhumane. Look at this image below…&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TFz6jgpeoPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2fK7g9ypA30/s1600/shaghab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502548332706177266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TFz6jgpeoPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2fK7g9ypA30/s400/shaghab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT’S how it’s fucking done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in Bahrain it used to about the Shiaa sect groups in Bahrain who were causing trouble and rioting, burning tires and blowing up gas cylinders. But that’s not really the case anymore… EVEN THEY ARE SICK OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have asked many people that belong to the Shiaa sect, regarding the incidents that are occurring, all responded with “I can’t sleep at night...” or “I’m tired of this shit” or even as simple and meaningful as “FUCK THEM BASTARDS!”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine going home every day and seeing graffiti on every wall in your neighborhood... Remains of burnt tires from the night before… garbage dumpsters set on fire in broad daylight… Aren’t you going to be worried about the safety of your family? Your home? Your wife? Your children? Anyone with a heart would not want their families jeopardized or in the face of danger, which is why I sleep with one eye open and a cricket bat next to my bed… (True story). Time to upgrade the cricket bat to &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;that baseball bat&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solving these people’s problems is indeed the perfect solution to all of this, but that would be difficult if they can only express themselves by burning shit up… they have reached a level of mentality which turns them from humans to wild animals… now tell me, is it wrong to shoot a wild rabid animal? HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They themselves don’t know what they want! Some asshole is brain washing a bunch of kids (yes they are kids, I chased a few of them before plus look at the picture below) to go and burn shit and destroy property... I mean seriously, who in the right mind would go and blow up an electrical generator, just so that the electricity in the neighborhood would get cut off, and they end up sleeping in our lovely 45-degree, 100%-humidity weather??? I tell you who… DOUCHEBAGS!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TFz6R4aANwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OnsHxaxEurI/s1600/28Bahrain_xlarge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502548029846075138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TFz6R4aANwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OnsHxaxEurI/s400/28Bahrain_xlarge1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lets burn down a store that belongs to some poor Bahraini guy that’s trying to make a living… that lives in the same neighborhood! Seriously… What the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TFz7BQQH2JI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qc52GMsm1sg/s1600/burn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TFz7BQQH2JI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qc52GMsm1sg/s400/burn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502548843700934802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, and please bear with me, how on God’s green earth would a 12-16 year old complain about housing and unemployment? Go and study hard first and get your fucking degrees THEN maybe, just maybe, you would be able to justify all these unjustifiable acts because a sane person would keep on fighting for their rights in legit and credible ways rather than “twisting arms” or “gimme this OR ELSE” or burning shit up. Only then they would have credibility to gain the support of all people and not just a bunch of loafers. Oh and those who entice these kids, are always on planes out to London where they preach their hatred on the streets, business class, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a better solution, Mr. MP: Give me a shotgun with unlimited ammunition, and a license to kill, I will volunteer to patrol the streets of my neighborhood and rid the world from tire-burning scum forever… and I bet I can bring a lot of “Call of Duty” fans along to help me out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit… I wanna play some real life FPS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-2427399725818134963?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2427399725818134963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=2427399725818134963&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/2427399725818134963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/2427399725818134963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/08/burn-baby-burn.html' title='Burn Baby Burn!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TFz5zBNmEoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5B45ZQyw5E/s72-c/liveammo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-8348484572685988919</id><published>2010-07-27T09:27:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T14:19:59.462+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands of Fate?</title><content type='html'>Hey all, it's been a loooong while since I last wrote here, but will try to be a better contributor to this blog and I appreciate the support I get from the LiB Team Leader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of stupid dickheads. In fact, I can’t ever underestimate the general population’s ability to amaze me with their idiocy. Every time I think I’ve seen the stupidest thing I will ever live to see, some one else comes along and redefines the standard, setting the stupidity bar even higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE5-zfqJZWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUgLKBIeFPc/s1600/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE5-zfqJZWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUgLKBIeFPc/s400/pool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498471618202658146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, “How come it takes extensive training and strict tests to acquire a driving license, while any two idiots are allowed to have children?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say it’s not the same thing, but if you think about it for a second, you’ll figure out why they’re exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t you allowed to drive without a license?&lt;br /&gt;Because by driving without proper knowledge &amp; training, you’ll endanger your life and the life of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, why shouldn’t you have a child without a license?&lt;br /&gt;Because through parental negligence you could endanger the child’s life. Furthermore, through bad parenting you could raise a future set of underachievers, morons and/or potential criminals.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE5_DLpHdAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tG5Q3i68Xh0/s1600/bad_parenting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE5_DLpHdAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tG5Q3i68Xh0/s320/bad_parenting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498471887707534338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people fail the driver’s test several times, while others are failing way-easier tests like stupid IQ tests and profiling questionnaires. I was in a test lately where some candidates were so stupid they were cheating/copying “what field they wanted to work in”. That’s the kind of morons our educational system produces nowadays, they can’t fill any fucking blank space on a sheet of paper unless they cheat it off someone else, even their names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. There are morons who are too stupid to drive a car, to learn how to use a PC, put mail in your mailbox, or even speak English (Arabic in some cases). But they can have as many stupid kids as they want. In fact, idiots are having more kids than smart people, because smart people can do the fucking math to know they can’t afford to raise ten fucking kids with the amount of salaries they make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couples should have to pass a test before they’re allowed to have a child. Like having medical tests nowadays to determine the parents-to-be's compatibility and prevention of hereditary diseases, they should also be able prove that they’re extremely committed, mentally competent, fully dependable, financially capable and emotionally stable enough to have and raise children. Of course, the question at hand “what is the criteria for this test, and who enforces it?”&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE5_Uo3YIkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wD5iJWcN3l0/s1600/grin488l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE5_Uo3YIkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wD5iJWcN3l0/s320/grin488l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498472187609752130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those questions will never be answered in Bahrain, and moronic parents will continue to pop out legions of stupid babies who in turn will produce more scum, and life goes on and on and on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recurring incidents of innocent children drowning (3 incidents in less than 6 weeks) because of their parents’ negligence, means that parents are not really learning any lessons from others’ mistakes. Maybe, to those parents, the loss of their innocent child isn’t compelling enough to take extra care of her/him.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE6AlVyuvPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gh154Vk4NNQ/s1600/stupid_people_shouldnt_breed_tshirt-p235939321018746594qmbd_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE6AlVyuvPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gh154Vk4NNQ/s400/stupid_people_shouldnt_breed_tshirt-p235939321018746594qmbd_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498473574059392242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People never seem to learn from others’ mistakes, it’s like all those fucking horrific fatal car accidents, people always think that this happens to anyone and everyone but themselves because in their own eyes, they are fucking invincible. Do they have to die in a car crash to understand that they are not? By then it’s too late but serves them right I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Criminal Justice throws the loss of freedom into the mix? For parents who think of children as furniture, maybe the only way to save these children is by threatening the freedom (jail time) of their careless parents. Children are not properties; they are the cornerstones of future societies’ development. Therefore, endangering the lives of children is a public offence, and the public bodies should step in and protect the next generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, jail time might not do proper justice to the torture the child endured right before taking his/her last breath. Proper justice is – and always has been – eye for an eye: nothing fucking less and nothing fucking more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The careless father/mother should be drowned to near death everyday for the whole length of her/his sentence. They should fully experiment how it feels to know that this might be their last breath, and feel the water actually filling their lungs. Then a medical team must revive them back using every mean possible (e.g. CPR, defibrillator).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that would be true justice to what they did to their own flesh and blood. Some assholes would say isn’t it enough that the parents just lost their own child? The answer is: NO! Since there are parents with no emotional links whatsoever to their children, or those who treat children as easy-to-replace properties, how is the pain of losing a child enough punishment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents bring dozens of children to this world and let the street raise them, then they complain that they can’t spend good amount of money on them and can’t support them bla bla bla. They then turn to the government for a handout and DEMAND that the government finds them schools, jobs and whatnots. And in turn, those children who look up to their parents, think that this is the way to act and behave so they in turn become carbon copies of their idiot parents and do the same and have children in the same fucking manner…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who say it was fate and that it was meant to be are ought to be gathered and drowned one-by-one in a very big pool. And we’ll tell them it was fated for them to drown! This was not fate. The drowning of your own child is pure negligence. I assure you God doesn’t kill little babies, stupid parents do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example of bad parenting would be by walking in the streets ahead or behind their children by a considerable distance without holding their hands, making them prone to being run over by an 18-wheeler or even worse, get snatched by a kidnapper or a pedophile where the child will be scarred for life, a fate worse than death IMHO and the criminal getting away with it with minimum fine and 5-star prison time, only to get out and prey on more productions of idiot parents. No wonder we read about child rape cases almost every day in the fucking papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about those moron parents who “forget” their children in the car to leave them boil and grill in the heat? A lot of children died or almost died that way because the idiot who is called their parent forgot them in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why the attitude of children nowadays in general sucks. Children do whatever the fuck they want and the parents simply either don’t give a rat’s ass to their behavior or are too lazy or ignorant to do anything about it. Then those little demons grow up to see them destroying public AND private property such as destroying lamp posts, public phones, bus stations, burning tyres or trash in the street and the list NEVER ends… A lot of things were put there to serve other people in need of those services and by destroying that shit. You are doing the whole community harm. Be considerate. But these days it’s all about “me” and “fuck the rest, I’m the best!”&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE6AM5XJNrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w-2Osr1ffzk/s1600/parenting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE6AM5XJNrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w-2Osr1ffzk/s400/parenting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498473154110633650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The educational system is not perfect. Far from it, but the point I want to make is that when some good teachers try and discipline the child. Their idiotic parents come and unleash hell at that teacher and his administration. They also escalate the matter to the Ministry of Education, who in turn penalize the good teacher just to shut those parents up. That’s why our whole society is a joke and everyone knows it but no one likes to admit it. Bad parents think that they are the perfect family and the rest are trash. Now count every other family that thinks like that and you have a society that the majority are lowlifes but THINK they are superior. Gimme a fucking break, mongrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your children, and provide maximum care for them. Then -and only then-, if something bad happened to them, you can call it fate. However, leaving your child (when you know he can’t swim) alone near a swimming pool, or in a locked car or open to snatching and raping by criminals, has nothing to do with fate, but has everything to do with negligence and pure ignorance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t blame fate for your irresponsibility!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE6BAOsGMGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZDQtAVt1hZY/s1600/bad_parenting_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE6BAOsGMGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZDQtAVt1hZY/s320/bad_parenting_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498474036008988770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-8348484572685988919?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8348484572685988919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=8348484572685988919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/8348484572685988919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/8348484572685988919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/07/honey-i-forgot-our-kid-back-at-mall-lol.html' title='Hands of Fate?'/><author><name>The Cynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907503547517392297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZFO4yZmDiY/TE5-zfqJZWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUgLKBIeFPc/s72-c/pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-5078795046224827490</id><published>2010-07-21T10:58:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:09:22.911+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LiB @ Work #2: The Alpha Male Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Now in our &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/lib-work-1-why-females-are-worst.html"&gt;previous “LiB @ Work”&lt;/a&gt; article we talked about female managers and why they are not cut out to be leaders at work. This doesn’t mean that men are any better and also a lot of them are not fit to lead even their own shadows. Having worked in an all-male setting at one point in my career was an enlightening and a funny experience as I got to experience first-hand what is referred to as the “Alpha Male Syndrome”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEapAvcUyBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n1dOzAK-k0g/s1600/av-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEapAvcUyBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n1dOzAK-k0g/s320/av-75.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496266225452632082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an animal pack, like a wolf pack, a lion pack etc…, you will find that the strongest male controls and leads the pack and the rest follow his lead, this male stays in power until another strong male steps up to the challenge and ousts him from his leadership position by killing him or defeating him in a fight and banishes him from the pack. The same can be applied at work, where an alpha type will try to “kill” or “banish” those whom he deems as a threat to him and his god-forsaken existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have alpha males at work is a double edged sword. On one end, it’s good to have them as they are leaders by nature and know what they want and what their goals are and strive to achieve what they have planned for. On the other hand, being persistent fuckers, it makes it difficult for others to work with them because they are aggressive, intolerant most of the time, can be arrogant at times and can easily tell you to go fuck yourself if they think your ideas outshine theirs or you tend to disagree with their views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them can get defensive and will refuse to listen to what you have to say or offer as they think they are divine creatures and they know best and everyone else is a pitiful idiot who are good for nothing but work like sheep, nod your head and say “yes your lordship” all the fucking time.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEapqJRtz3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/KJ_IQ1ysQ_s/s1600/obedience_morality.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEapqJRtz3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/KJ_IQ1ysQ_s/s400/obedience_morality.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496266936762093426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are highly productive at work and some of them just leech off of others. In the Middle East region, 97.6245624% of alpha males are actually assholes, leeches and hyenas who will climb on others’ backs to reach that high chair. They are drama queens who bullshit all the time and seek attention at any cost, even if it meant selling his parents to get into top management. And being as insecure as they are, they like to label others what they see in themselves such as framing others for forgery, giving bad performance appraisals to honest and hard-working people because they know that once allowed to shine, these poor bastards can strip them of their title and send them out the back door with the door whopping their asses on their way out. But the alphas know better, they take the pre-emptive step and send those condemned souls out the window.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEap9_FfyAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SNIZFfaWnfg/s1600/420_MadMen-420x0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEap9_FfyAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SNIZFfaWnfg/s400/420_MadMen-420x0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496267277623871490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the next step? So step one: getting rid of high performers… CHECK! Step two: replace them with idiots who have lower IQs than parameciums to make themselves look superior. And when it’s time for them to go, those sad excuses for human beings will replace them in the end. And that, my friends, is technically EXCELLENT succession planning methodology. The steps are correct: “Time for me to go and someone will replace me and take my place” but it will be someone who is a carbon copy or worse than his predecessor. And the cycle goes on and on...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEapV7RVcKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RnBWVCVPsnA/s1600/jsin310l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEapV7RVcKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RnBWVCVPsnA/s400/jsin310l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496266589405016226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not to say that ALL companies follow the same trend and ALL alpha males are like that. But the general feel is that most of the companies in this damn region are actually like this and very few are ones who care about rewarding employees for actual work or performance rather than proficiency in bullshitting and ass-kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous company, our General Manager, whom everybody knows and acknowledges as being the alpha male because he likes shoving his schlong in every project even minor ones just to say: “You better do what I tell you to do you ignorant idiots who don’t know jack shit”, once said something that was technically wrong, and me, being the naïve “professional” and “subject matter expert”, wanted to bring this mistake to his attention. I was wrong; he did not directly call me if he wanted something afterwards and started questioning every single thing I did thereafter. He basically made my life miserable because I told him that it was wrong doing it this way while we should do it the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t put my professionalism and ethics aside and be quiet when I see something wrong and not pointing it out because that’s what I am paid to do. If it’s wrong it’s wrong. End of story. But others who just shook their heads like cows and praised his holy greatness got good ratings because despite being wrong, they all said that he has bestowed his knowledge on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why the west will always be better than us. They reward actual hard work and promote quality people. Again, not all companies in the west are like that but a lot are actually opposite what companies practice here in the Middle East. It’s because their legal rights for employees and acts are designed to minimize corruption and acknowledge performance and that’s what trade unions there strived for. Unlike our trade unions here who politicize every single thing and threatens management teams and board members to adhere to their demands, OR ELSE! But trade unions are a totally different subject that we will cover in our “Lib @ Work” series in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this, am late for a showdown with an alpha male, maybe I’ll manage to kill him and rip his heart out and become the next alpha male in the office ;) Yeah… Rip his heart out, MORTAL KOMBAT STYLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side Note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This was in today's GDN, coincides with our article! "You must use Gulf Air despite them being incompetent, OR ELSE!"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEaqVQLA0BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f6-8oVGZ7XQ/s1600/gulfair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEaqVQLA0BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f6-8oVGZ7XQ/s400/gulfair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496267677347401746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side Note #2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sorry about the comment moderation, folx. It seems that there are a lot of those chinese spammers around and managed to flood our comments pages with useless bullshit. They manage to ruin everything even online games, spammers by nature. They even go as far as ruin gamers' fun by camping and getting all the rare monsters for rare gold and drops and sell it for REAL cash! Anyways that's why we turned comment moderation on but we will not stop or edit any comments and post them as they are. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-5078795046224827490?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5078795046224827490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=5078795046224827490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/5078795046224827490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/5078795046224827490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2010/07/lib-work-2-alpha-male-syndrome.html' title='LiB @ Work #2: The Alpha Male Syndrome'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/TEapAvcUyBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n1dOzAK-k0g/s72-c/av-75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-8672953383255363598</id><published>2009-10-27T19:53:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:59:56.114+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quick Thought...</title><content type='html'>To ensure continuity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SucmUDb6aDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gx3wtmeh21U/s1600-h/continuity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SucmUDb6aDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gx3wtmeh21U/s320/continuity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397324804388448306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People don't look at all the good things you have done through the years.... Just screw up once and you will know why..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A personal experience throughout the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;LiB Team Leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-8672953383255363598?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8672953383255363598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=8672953383255363598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/8672953383255363598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/8672953383255363598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-quick-thought.html' title='Just a Quick Thought...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SucmUDb6aDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gx3wtmeh21U/s72-c/continuity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-2910894026172013179</id><published>2009-08-16T18:42:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:56:58.965+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LiB @ Work #1: Why Females are the Worst Managers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since we've been away for a long time, we think it's time to come up with new series of articles that will talk about the shit-ass situations we face from time to time. We are working on a number of mini series that will talk about situations at work for example, an official LiB food guide, etc… So please excuse the long absence and be prepared for more regular updates... On with the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now before all of you fucking feminists and female defenders jump to conclusions and start bashing at me, I know that NOT ALL female workers or managers are like that. But approximately 98.142394% of female managers ARE indeed the worst anyone can work with due to the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Fareed/Desktop/angry-female.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Sogq6mj-aXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lHZ5TsJYyqM/s1600-h/Article_anger-200x0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Sogq6mj-aXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lHZ5TsJYyqM/s400/Article_anger-200x0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370589741911533938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's that time of the month, AGAIN. You are doing your job when suddenly your manager turns into a she-demon and starts screaming at you for no apparent reason. She keeps shouting that you screwed up this and that when you have spent a lot of your time and energy towards achieving that tight deadline. Suddenly your morale goes down and you feel like you wanna torch the office with EVERY single person in it so that you get it over with and stop her fucking whining and unbearable ear-piercing sharp voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Mood-Swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Sogp4VaippI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Cn4Srj7wj5M/s1600-h/angry-female.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Sogp4VaippI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Cn4Srj7wj5M/s400/angry-female.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370588603437196946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now those can be related to the above point, but in general, females are moody the whole fucking time and have no time of month to be moody. They will switch their mood just like that and will treat you the way they want whenever they fucking want to. One day she will be all smiles with you praising you for being that great employee! 14 seconds later she will start obliterating at you telling you to go fuck yourself because you are nothing but a screw-up and you should be fired or even shot. Gimme a fucking break!&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't like something that’s going on in the office she will act like a hero and start talking about how she is going to change that. The next day, she will deny that she had said anything about what's going on and will refuse to acknowledge it! Fucking moody people…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Procreation &amp;amp; Reproduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, now this is a minor point compared to the first two, very minor but still could cause disruption to the business by those few months of maternity leaves and then the feeding hours. And with the law changed to TWO hours instead of one, as if one hour of any female working not being there to provide support to her internal and external clients wasn't enough, they go ahead and double that. Hey it's ok. But SOME female workers aren't worthy of that because as soon as that time to leave comes, she will leave even if she needed to stay just 5 extra minutes to get that thing over with which means your transaction would get delayed for another day because of this. Now imagine someone in a managerial position had to leave two hours early for two years. What if an approval or signature is needed? Go figure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Trying to Act Like Their Male Counterparts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SogrN4PRy-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ihLVeQ3IWAQ/s1600-h/stress_l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SogrN4PRy-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ihLVeQ3IWAQ/s400/stress_l.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370590073074076642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some female managers will try to act like their male peers and will act to be tough with their employees whereas they are doing nothing but fucking the poor employee up THINKING they are being tough on them. Being a bitch at work isn't tough. Tough is when someone actually does a mistake and penalize him/her for it. Being a bitch on the other hand is just making life miserable for a hardworking employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Their Love for Spying Employees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Women in their nature are gossipers. They love spreading news, rumors and whatnots around. So having said that, they love to have a person who spies on other employees and bring her any updates that she can use against them. Of course there are male managers who do the same but it's more evident in the case of she-demons, errr, female managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With that feeling of insecurity she will consider any hardworking employee be them male or female as a threat to her career and that's why she will wage war against this type of employees. She will surround herself with idiots so that she will look the best and smartest amongst them. She would never delegate important tasks to those high-flyers so that they don't steal the lights from her and expose her stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, there are more reasons but these are the major ones. Please note that again... I am not saying that ALL female managers are like that but the majority of them are actually good rising up the ranks and do very well until they hit that high chair and the sudden shift in attitude happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I wanna say that I have worked with some great bosses during my career; two of them were actually females. One of them was truly the best. The second one was good as a junior manager until she hit a higher management role when a slight change in attitude occurred. But one of my ex-bosses captures the she-demon with a lot of points mentioned above. And two, actually three of my friends had to quit their jobs because of facing similar situations. So statistically, the percentage mentioned above is actually correct! I could go into more details and mention names to you but that's not the point of this article!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this shit. I'll go open a consultancy firm urging companies not to promote a lot of females... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-2910894026172013179?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2910894026172013179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=2910894026172013179&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/2910894026172013179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/2910894026172013179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/lib-work-1-why-females-are-worst.html' title='LiB @ Work #1: Why Females are the Worst Managers'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Sogq6mj-aXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lHZ5TsJYyqM/s72-c/Article_anger-200x0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-232582533710698731</id><published>2008-08-18T12:34:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:42:01.147+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Daddy's House is Awesome!"</title><content type='html'>After spending a few months out of the country focusing on my new job and furnishing my new apartment and organizing my shit out there, I decided to come home for a short break since my employer gives me two return tickets every year which is great news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home, only to find frustration creeping back to me a few minutes after landing, starting with the arrogant passport control fuckers to the idiots that are blocking the road outside the airport to the maniacs driving cars on the streets. My mind was clear for a few months and was never stressed out even though my job is overloaded and I am busy all the time. It's the shitty environment of Bahrain I guess but hey, it's home after all and I was more than glad to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the many jammed streets, this caught my attention which I decided to analyze and share with you my observations and conclusions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SKlCWPwhm3I/AAAAAAAAACo/RHkkWVGSsCM/s1600-h/BaitBaba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SKlCWPwhm3I/AAAAAAAAACo/RHkkWVGSsCM/s400/BaitBaba.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235788991749528434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idiot kid who doesn't know the value of money (which I don't expect him to at this stage of his life, but will probably will continue not to know based on how his parents will keep on spoiling him and giving him what he needs), the kid keeps wondering how beautiful his dad's house is. Oh you have no idea that your dad has to go through and pay with his blood for the next 25 years. That means until you grow up and get married and have a family of your own, your dad would still be paying for the house and still wouldn't be able to call it his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the second point, which is the house itself, there is no way even if hell freezes over that you will find an isolated house like that in Bahrain. It would look more like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SKlClWGRtjI/AAAAAAAAACw/L3mALST1zE8/s1600-h/BaitBabaRealistic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SKlClWGRtjI/AAAAAAAAACw/L3mALST1zE8/s400/BaitBabaRealistic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235789251149411890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the houses are stuck wall-to-wall so even in your "own" house you can't properly listen to some music on a moderately loud volume or enjoy full boom 5.1 near-cinema sound effects on an action movie without having the dickwad next door wanting to come over and kick the living shit out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for such shitty houses, they would set you back around 90-100 thousand dinars which you would have to get 20% of first as downpayment then the rest would be broken down to 300 equal installments @ BD 822 a month (I asked Bahrain Credit for a BD 100,000 house and how much it would cost and that's the figures they provided). So I have to pay 822 Dinars a month for 300 fucking months then the house will be mine. Oh and the Bahrain Central Bank have that shit-ass rule that you cannot have more than half your salary in deductions. That means with those figures I would be paying 82.2% of my salary which they won't allow due to that rule. So my salary would have to be around 1650 Dinars a month provided I have NO deductions NO bank loans and even NO GOSI deductions, which would take the total salary if I only had GOSI deductions to 1700 Dinars a month. So even some people on management jobs wouldn't be able to afford such tin can-sized houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a fucking solution? Stop foreigners and other GCC fuckers from owning land and restrict them to only commercial lands, not let them own residential plots as well. They do the same for us so why should we be the kind species and allow them to despite our island being small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ministry of housing are also shit with regards to this case. They consider me rich and the guy on the other end of the phone told me in these exact words "You have NO RIGHT applying to a ministry of housing loan of ANY type with us". Can you fucking imagine? I have no rights in my own fucking country. I am already enjoying my work abroad and being respected for the value I am adding. Unlike the fuckers in Bahrain who drove me out. It wasn't just the housing, even at work I was being treated like shit so that the whore bitch who used to be my manager could bring one of her "own people" in. With such mentalities, nothing will ever be solved in Bahrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are no REAL solutions to tackle those problems, I will never think of coming back and not only that, these issues are driving more and more frustrated youth to leave the country in search of better lives for themselves and their families. And yet the part of community who think that all is well and life is rosy in Bahrain have the Audacity to question those poor youths' loyalty. If they had a good life, do you think they would have even thought of leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final thought. The current situation tells me that only bulshitters and asskissers and those with strong was6as, not any was6as but strong ones, in addition to some expats are the ones who will continue to enjoy the best of Bahrain while the rest will struggle to make ends meet in light of the ever-increasing prices of consumer goods while salaries remain the same. Government gives some handouts or salary increases? No problem! Merchants are ready to increase the prices even further. When the government "thinks" to give any increases through announcing in the newspapers that they will study the feasibility of increasing wages, the merchants bump up the prices and when those increases are physically given after months of torture and degrading the dignity of people by announcing their names in the newspapers like some paupers, the merchants add more increases, they have to make a living too, right? Bite me, motherfuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking mongrels are shitting all over the country and the good ones are leaving. One day it will turn into a big turd dumpster unless we change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit, I'll go set up my own business to exploit others too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-232582533710698731?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/232582533710698731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=232582533710698731&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/232582533710698731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/232582533710698731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/daddys-house-is-awesome.html' title='&quot;Daddy&apos;s House is Awesome!&quot;'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SKlCWPwhm3I/AAAAAAAAACo/RHkkWVGSsCM/s72-c/BaitBaba.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-8768951745398940803</id><published>2008-05-12T08:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:19:18.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Very Much, My Country!</title><content type='html'>I came across this in today's Akhbar Al-Khaleej:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SCfbvdjdrRI/AAAAAAAAACg/ne80wzsXlzo/s1600-h/60k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SCfbvdjdrRI/AAAAAAAAACg/ne80wzsXlzo/s400/60k.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199365903256235282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I have for words is : Wayed 3ala Omkom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my absence for such a long time was that I was looking around for another job, preferrably abroad and, well, I got one and moving there soon! I won't tell you where or when but I will still be talking about all the bullshit that goes on in Bahrain, such as the one above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes 60k is better than 40, but is still nowhere near, with the cheapest lands (lands only) costing around 55k for a 55x60ft plot. Oh and with their shit-ass rule that families earning more than 1,200 Dinars a month "have no right to apply for ANY Ministry of Housing services" as was said to me by one of their esteemed employees. I have NO rights can you imagine because to the government, I am a millionaire despite the constitution stating that EVERY national has the right to a proper house with decent lving conditions or a certain someone promising EVERY Bahraini a land and a house. I guess he can't keep that promise now with the sudden jump of population from 721,394 to 1,002,345. Don't worry man, you got one less now so you have 1,002,344 lands to give out. Well thank God Almighty for finding an opportunity abroad. Until things change in this shithole, it will always be a shithole. Can you believe that I can own and build a house abroad and live in it a decent life while in my own country I can't and am forced to either rent or live with my parents although I have a family of my own to cater for? And the government and people are well aware of such issues but they want the good people to leave the country. You know why? I'll tell you why.. Because they want to look the smartest. See, government officials are nothing but dumbshits. So they always promote people and give incentives to people with less IQs than them so that they ALWAYS look good and smarter than the rest. That's why a lot of Bahraini youth are thinking of migrating. Then those officials themselves have the fucking nerves to question those exasperated people's loyalty. Loyalty will always be there but if living conditions are shit then don't expect the good people to stay and watch their lives go to waste. Just look at the immmigrants abroad, even though a lot of them became citizens of the countries they moved to, they still can proudly say where they are originally from. Here, no, you have to shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Imam Ali (RAA) said:"Poverty in the homeland is an alienation, while richness in a foreign land is a home". No matter how much we love our land, if there are other opportunities abroad, we shouldn't let them pass by and then regret it years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is clearer now, the anger is lesser and can't wait till I finish my notice period with my shitass company that caused me to leave in the first place because my pig of a boss turned me into a slave so that she can bring one of her own "people" in. I guess she will get what she wants now, but I will be on the greener other side by then. Until then, I shouldn't use any &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;baseball bats&lt;/a&gt; or fire extinguishers to smash someone's head so that I don't delay my plans of moving out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-8768951745398940803?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8768951745398940803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=8768951745398940803&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/8768951745398940803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/8768951745398940803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-very-much-my-country.html' title='Thank You Very Much, My Country!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/SCfbvdjdrRI/AAAAAAAAACg/ne80wzsXlzo/s72-c/60k.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-4615219085426424675</id><published>2007-09-03T10:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:12:47.475+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Bahrain is One Big Endurance Test...</title><content type='html'>Scanning through yesterday’s newspaper when a few interesting subjects ‎caught my attention which I would like to share with the rest of you people, it has ‎been a while since we’ve been here so let the slaughter begin...‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that you read about nowadays in the newspapers is a test for us to endure different kinds of nerve-wrecking tests and makes you wonder: "How on Earth is this country running?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that I noticed of course was the main headline on the front page:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Rtu8zW5cYFI/AAAAAAAAABc/MC-v3Wowxlg/s1600-h/bullcrap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Rtu8zW5cYFI/AAAAAAAAABc/MC-v3Wowxlg/s400/bullcrap.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105882193060454482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAT A BUNCH OF ‎BULLCRAP AND HORSESHIT.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on next to this column which reflects a personal experience:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Rtu9JG5cYGI/AAAAAAAAABk/tl-61IMIo9Q/s1600-h/Bank.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Rtu9JG5cYGI/AAAAAAAAABk/tl-61IMIo9Q/s400/Bank.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105882566722609250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our non-Arabic readers, basically this guy is talking about a letter he received ‎from an exasperated customer to an “Islamic” bank where they charged him 1 ‎Dinar for every month his bank account was below 20 BD. Now, I understand that ‎banks do charge service charges for maintaining accounts which have no cash ‎in them, I have endured that during my student years abroad and I know it’s a ‎common practice internationally. The point, though, is that the bank in this case ‎did NOT make it clear to the customer that they were going to charge them 1 BD ‎for every month their balances are below 20 Dinars. The customer went to the ‎Bahrain Central Bank and told them about this. The BCB told the customer to ‎fuck off as it had nothing to do with them and it’s not a rule that they enforced. ‎We all thought that you motherfucking mongrels did. It became common ‎practice for banks around this country to charge this 1 Dinar. Now let me get this, ‎so you don’t care if banks do that? Okay it’s their right to pretend that they are ‎‎“losing” money from such accounts while on the other hand announce ‎humongous profits at the end of the year and they pay their arrogant employees ‎some 20-40 salaries bonuses. Gimme a fucking break you motherfucking thieves. ‎Hey I am not against whatever policies you decide to enforce. Just don’t fucking ‎rip me off by NOT telling me that you are going to start enforcing some charges ‎and keep charging me whilst not knowing about them. The Bahrainis are broke ‎enough to start worrying about their accounts going in the minus balance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ‎also happened to me but not by an “Islamic” bank but our very own “national” ‎&lt;a href="http://www.nbbonline.com"&gt;NBB&lt;/a&gt;. Now these thieves are so good at it that they don’t give a flying fuck about ‎anyone or anything. I went the other day to the branch with a friend so I ‎remembered “Hey I had an account a LONG time ago. If it’s still open why not ‎deposit some money and forget about it? But hey no I am sure that it has been ‎closed down by now”. So I go up to the teller and give him my CPR Number ‎asking him whether an account in my name exists or not. To my surprise and joy it ‎did! Great! No need to reopen an account, just deposit some cash there and ‎forget about it again. All that went down the drain faster than a dumped piece ‎of crap travelling down the flush when the guy told me that the account existed ‎but it has MINUS 47 Dinars in it. WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK? And I asked the donkey ‎why was I in the minus, and not by a small amount but 47 fucking Dinars. He told ‎me that was because I was being charged 1 Dinar every month since they ‎started enforcing that rule. I asked him but my account was inactive for a  LONG ‎time why wasn’t it closed? He said that they don’t close the accounts. ‎Elsewhere, now correct me if I’m wrong but an idle account gets closed down ‎after a few months or years of inactivity if it had ZERO balance. But no, these ‎asswipes kept the account open and kept charging me a Dinar a month until it ‎reached this silly number. I asked the fucker why I wasn’t told about this before ‎they started charging me, to which he didn’t have any answers, and I didn’t ‎expect such a low level creature to do. Thanks a bunch, fucking NBB, I already ‎hate you enough but this made me swear not to deal with you or let a member ‎of my family do, EVER. Fucking thieves just like the rest of the thieves in the ‎country.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with "Islamic" banking anyways? They just found the right tool to lure religious extremists who think interest is forbidden in Islam to make them take loans using words like "Moraba7a" and "Ajara". This -In my humble opinion- is also interest and daylight robbery but they are more appealing to the bushy bearded and their ninja wives. "Ooooh looky I have a loan from an Islamic Bank. I will not pay Ribba. All you dealing with commercial banks are doomed to eternity of hellfire and endless anguish". Islamic banking my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we are done with the appetizer, moved on to entrée and now onto the ‎dessert...‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Rtu9QW5cYHI/AAAAAAAAABs/mszs8sa9UN0/s1600-h/causeway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Rtu9QW5cYHI/AAAAAAAAABs/mszs8sa9UN0/s400/causeway.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105882691276660850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation on this damned causeway is getting from bad to worse. In the days ‎long ago, the Bahraini side was much more competent than that of the Saudi. ‎Nowadays it’s the exact opposite. Saudis have become much more efficient ‎and speedy while Bahrainis are deteriorating and getting worse and worse. The ‎reasons? One main reason is that the employed a whole new generation of ‎morons. Shitty kids with such a shitty attitude that you just wanna hold a giant ‎chainsaw and go through that artificial border island and cut it in half. They are ‎careless, slow and dumb. And God forbid should you say anything that ‎displeases them. They will make you wait even longer and make you wish you ‎hadn’t been born.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s with all the bureaucratic bullshit? Why don’t you allow people use their ‎personal ID cards (an ID card is different from the dumb smart card)? Now that’s ‎one document which was useful when I last went to Dubai, no passport, no ‎hassle, plus, in the GCC all they do is enter the passport number and they do not ‎stamp any exit or entry stamps in the passport so why bother carrying one when ‎you can use the useful card to go and come as you please?‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, why not eliminate that border island and keep everything on the ‎mainland? At least traffic will be eliminated on the causeway itself. Let the fee ‎collection booth, the customs and immigration part on the Saudi side and once ‎you reach the Bahraini side in mainland Bahrain, you go through the other ‎process of immigration, customs and inspection and vice-versa, use the toll ‎booth, customs and immigration on the Bahraini side and once you cross the ‎bridge, you arrive at mainland Saudi and go through immigration, customs and ‎inspection. You can use the artificial island as a service island containing petrol ‎stations and it already has restaurants. Sort of a last minute errand running place ‎in case you forget to complete them before leaving your country. Check out the ‎crappy illustration as a reference.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RtvfLG5cYJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/59hddaht8lQ/s1600-h/causeway2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RtvfLG5cYJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/59hddaht8lQ/s400/causeway2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105919984477692050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of those shitty kids or properly train them and actually punish them if they ‎screw up instead of giving them a power trip. Such people will shit on other ‎people’s heads thinking they are the highest of the high. You are high alright, ‎crack-high, that is.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another experience with the traffic police of the causeway but I’ll leave ‎that to another post when I bash at those pieces of chalk. Fucking mongrels.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this shit, I’ll go shop for Ramadhan before prices get bumped up again. ‎Then they say all prices are under close control and observation, yaah riiight.‎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-4615219085426424675?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4615219085426424675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=4615219085426424675&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/4615219085426424675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/4615219085426424675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-in-bahrain-is-one-big-endurance.html' title='Life in Bahrain is One Big Endurance Test...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/Rtu8zW5cYFI/AAAAAAAAABc/MC-v3Wowxlg/s72-c/bullcrap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-6006864572731223698</id><published>2007-09-02T13:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:40:17.587+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Card... Dumb Issuer?‎</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RtqPjm5cYEI/AAAAAAAAABU/t2sPZJOQBP4/s1600-h/LiBSmartcard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RtqPjm5cYEI/AAAAAAAAABU/t2sPZJOQBP4/s400/LiBSmartcard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105550969477554242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first of all let me tell all of you what a refreshing vacation that was! After a couple ‎of years of no proper full vacation, only a day or two every couple of months and that’s ‎it. Boy this was refreshing.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the heat in Bahrain, I didn’t travel this year and stayed here the whole time but ‎decided to take a full time off computers, relax and do absolutely nothing except for a ‎few dinners out here ‘n’ there, a couple of shopping/food trips to Saudi and that was it. I ‎just wanted to relax and think nothing of work or anything else for that matter.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my experiences during this vacation was that my CPR card has expired and that ‎they only replace it with the new “smart” ID card. So I said what the heck, whether we ‎like it or not we have to go with the flow. Thanks to the advice on &lt;a href="http://ammar456.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-so-smart-card.html"&gt;Ammar’s blog&lt;/a&gt;... I went ‎there well prepared with all the documentation required. I booked an appointment on ‎their &lt;a href="http://www.e.gov.bh/"&gt;retarded website&lt;/a&gt; and finally was set for the day of reckoning!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day arrived and I went to the CIO in Isa Town and was actually 20 minutes earlier ‎than my appointment. So I decided to go to the information desk anyways and told the ‎guy I had an appointment 20 mins later and he asked for my CPR, he entered the data and ‎gave me a waiting number. Once I took the number I saw it flashing at one of the many ‎counters open. I thought “well hey, they have improved a lot, many counters, huge ‎waiting areas, you know what? Maybe these government entities aren’t that retarded after ‎all and that they are changing for the better”. That was going on in my mind as I was ‎walking towards that counter. All was well and I suddenly got that fresh breeze of ‎optimism inside me as I was excited to get the card. The counter was empty but my ‎number was there so I sat down and waited for the person to attend to me. Suddenly that ‎breeze of optimism flew away like a tornado faster than the hurricanes you hear about in ‎the Caribbean. There you go, typical government entity, no one is there! I waited for a ‎couple of minutes until a lady showed up who looked like “Um Hilal*”; she was an exact ‎replica of her. So I gave her all my documents and told her that my CPR was expired and ‎that I need to have it replaced. She typed in my details and this happened:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Hilal Wannabe: “Are you still studying in the University of Bahrain?”‎&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Huh? No! I work and here’s the letter from my employer”‎&lt;br /&gt;UHW: “But you are listed here as a UoB student”‎&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Yeah but now I work, and for the record, I completed my studies abroad and just ‎was in the registration phase at UoB, anyways, isn’t it your job to replace my details with ‎my work details?”‎&lt;br /&gt;UHW: “No I can’t remove it from the system unless you bring me a letter from the UoB ‎that you are no longer studying there”‎&lt;br /&gt;Me: “But I didn’t study there, I only registered and went abroad”‎&lt;br /&gt;UHW: “In that case bring a copy of your degree from abroad”‎&lt;br /&gt;Me: “But now I have to go back to work and get the copy and this will take even longer ‎to process instead of finishing the whole thing today”‎&lt;br /&gt;UHW: “I can’t do anything else, I can’t remove the details without either a statement ‎from the UoB or your certificate”‎&lt;br /&gt;Me: “But I work now and it is not relevant anyways whether I study in the UoB or not. It ‎doesn’t matter cuz I work and that should be listed as my occupation. You guys just love ‎to make our time harder don’t you? You just love to see us beg like dogs to get ‎permission to leave our job to come here and take it from you? (Which of course I was on ‎leave and it didn’t matter!)”‎&lt;br /&gt;UHW: “Sorry I can’t do anything else... NEXT!”‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and waited for my friend who was there too, and I went to vent some steam out ‎when I talked about what happened to me loudly in front of the other lady who was ‎serving my friend. That proved to be good because she heard my case and asked me if I ‎had stopped studying with UoB before 2004 to which I answered that I didn’t go there at ‎all but yeah to answer her question yes it was way before 2004, much before that! So she ‎went to UHW and told her that she could change my occupation details without any ‎paperwork.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else went smoothly afterwards and a few minutes later, I walked out with a ‎shiny new smart card but also with a few burnt brain cells because of getting angry at ‎UHW. Smart card, dumb dumb dumb employees issuing it.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the fuck is up with these stupid cards anyways? I mean they don’t have the ‎address printed on them unlike the old CPR card and the Identity (Personal) Card which ‎can also be used as a travel document to some GCC States like Qatar, UAE and Oman, ‎but not KSA which is closer to us, what dumbfucks, instead of introducing electronic ‎passport/ID card scanners on the causeway, they make it more difficult to get through.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that with card readers you can get the address and other details about the ‎cardholder, but not everyone has the reader yet. So how can I prove my address to anyone ‎requiring it? Smart card my ass, yes smart on paper but dumb in reality.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my view still hasn’t changed about how laid back most of the government ‎workers are, there ARE some who are hard workers but the majority isn’t. Don’t pretend ‎they are and that all life is perfect in these workplaces.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit, I’ll go sort all the pics I took during the holiday and articles I dug out the ‎newspapers to prepare them to be grilled here on LiB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Um Hilal: A popular fat black Bahraini actress who had popular series in the 80s during Ramadhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-6006864572731223698?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6006864572731223698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=6006864572731223698&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/6006864572731223698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/6006864572731223698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/smart-card-dumb-issuer.html' title='Smart Card... Dumb Issuer?‎'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RtqPjm5cYEI/AAAAAAAAABU/t2sPZJOQBP4/s72-c/LiBSmartcard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-8677321568212450002</id><published>2007-06-17T09:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:29:11.997+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...My...God !!</title><content type='html'>Okay before everyone starts bashing at us, please note that this is not against females, but then again there are a lot of females who don't know jack shit about driving. And this is the perfect example on PURE IDIOCY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzBU5awC-Pk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzBU5awC-Pk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video isn't ours but we sure as hell loved it. It deserves to be highlighted by us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-8677321568212450002?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8677321568212450002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=8677321568212450002&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/8677321568212450002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/8677321568212450002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/ohmygod.html' title='Oh...My...God !!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-2874799844591194632</id><published>2007-05-22T11:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:06:13.269+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Game Ignorance is Bliss?</title><content type='html'>Once again, the retarded people at our local newspapers strike again. With crappy ‎retarded articles that were obviously written at 11:35pm because the bastard journalist ‎had to submit before his fucking dead-line. So he doesn’t give a shit if he’s spreading lies ‎or some crap he made out of his ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time our moron is an asshole journalist with no obvious intelligence or journalism ‎background, probably a high school drop out.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here’s the article:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RlKlU9j_LCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ky_lbeoM_HA/s1600-h/godofwar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RlKlU9j_LCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ky_lbeoM_HA/s400/godofwar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067294310286699554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to go through the whole article, but roughly translated, it entitles “Parents ‎Warn of Heretical Video Game”. The game they refer to is “God of War”, which is the ‎best PS2 game released, Period!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, obviously because the game’s title is suspicious to the small-minded majorities that ‎infest this island, everything with the word “GOD” in it has to be so disrespectful that it ‎must be banned!  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the God of War? For people who haven’t played the game, and by people I‘m ‎referring to people with slight intelligence, nothing above average, they can just take a ‎glimpse at the picture, and tell you what the game is about. For example the Spartan ‎warrior, the Greek style architectural background, the big Omega sign in the title, the ‎Medusa head??? Need we say more?  For idiots like this reporter, their brains seem to ‎function at an entirely different level, they seem to forget everything they see in the ‎picture, and in this case, listen to the idiot masses that don’t know jack shit about the ‎game and focus on the word “GOD”! Sad, but true.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of War is an action-adventure video game. Based on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_mythology"&gt;Greek mythology&lt;/a&gt;, where a ‎Spartan warrior named Kratos, has somehow ended on a quest to rid the world from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ares"&gt;Ares&lt;/a&gt;, ‎the god of war, with the help from the other gods, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeus"&gt;Zeus&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aphrodite"&gt;Aphrodite&lt;/a&gt; and even &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hades"&gt;Hades&lt;/a&gt; ‎himself!  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The asshole that wrote the article obviously never played the game, nor has time because ‎his boss is butt-fucking him to come up with crap articles to fit the deadlines, no wonder ‎you see him writing about whatever the fuck he can, sports, politics, religion, you name ‎it, you’d think he’s a jack of all trades. But as he says in the article, the game starts with a ‎battle with “Allah”. NO IT DOESN’T you piece of SHIT! If you don’t know the ‎difference between Greek mythological gods like Zeus and Allah, then you obviously ‎need some serious religious education, you dumb fuck.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word mythology comes from “myth”, which is translated as: “a traditional or ‎legendary story, usually concerning some being or hero or event, with or without a ‎determinable basis of fact or a natural explanation, esp. one that is concerned with ‎deities or demigods and explains some practice, rite, or phenomenon of nature. – ‎Source: &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;www.Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;”.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply putting it for retarded minds, this stuff is pure make believe, stories, ‎fairytales you cock-sucking ignoramus dick-wads. They teach this shit at the shitty ‎University of Bahrain! This is well-known crap that everyone knows about, you ‎closed minded shit! I’m not telling you to believe in that stuff, ‘cause then you ‎should be awarded the dumb-ass of the century award. I’m just saying learn your ‎shit. Do a bit of fucking research before publishing crap on papers and get your ‎facts straight before listening to a bunch of morons and becoming one yourself.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s say you are right. If that’s the case, then here are a few things that you ‎should “Ban” as well:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RlKmwtj_LDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ro1RRHC5n_4/s1600-h/tobebanned.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RlKmwtj_LDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ro1RRHC5n_4/s400/tobebanned.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067295886539697202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded fucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I know you’re gonna say: “But kids are exposed to this and can't help it, it ‎corrupts their little brains... blah blah blah”. NO, if your kids are exposed to this ‎then you are UNFIT as a parent! This game contains Violence, language, sexual ‎themes, nudity, and other ADULT material. It is not made for kids. Just because ‎you get your kids any fucking thing they want just to shut them up, then you are ‎unfit as a parent. If you don’t know what the hell your kids are exposed to from ‎crap on TV to video games and the internet to smoking weed, then you are ‎UNFIT as a fucking parent. Send those bastards to the nearest orphanage so ‎they can hopefully take better care of them. As explained on our previous article ‎‎&lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/but-daddy-told-me-its-ok-to-kill-cops.html"&gt;“But Daddy Told Me It’s OK to Kill Cops!”&lt;/a&gt; the game comes with a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M rating&lt;/span&gt;.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RlKoiNj_LEI/AAAAAAAAABE/xHkmh5KjigQ/s1600-h/Mrated.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RlKoiNj_LEI/AAAAAAAAABE/xHkmh5KjigQ/s400/Mrated.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067297836454849602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of another piece of crap published on the newspaper a few ‎months ago, where searches were made around shops in Manama to confiscate ‎T-shirts that were considered offensive, for example this one shown below:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RlKpSNj_LFI/AAAAAAAAABM/-cJddY4fndI/s1600-h/offensivetee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RlKpSNj_LFI/AAAAAAAAABM/-cJddY4fndI/s400/offensivetee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067298661088570450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that’s right, let’s rid Bahrain of all offensive t-shirts. That will solve all the ‎problems we have… NO IT DOESN’T you fucks!  Banning and confiscating offensive t-‎shirts will get you nowhere. Getting rid of all the ACTUAL causes of these offenses will. ‎But that’s not gonna happen ‘cause apparently everyone in the government sector is ‎smoking up, or they would take it as an excuse for their lack of intelligence. However, wanna get rid of some offensive shirts? Then get the fuck rid of those fucking &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/seef-mall.html"&gt;FCUK shirts&lt;/a&gt;. That's something worthwhile of getting rid of. Fucking good for nothing FCUKers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the kids... I’ll go sacrifice one for Hades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-2874799844591194632?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2874799844591194632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=2874799844591194632&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/2874799844591194632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/2874799844591194632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/video-game-ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Video Game Ignorance is Bliss?'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RlKlU9j_LCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ky_lbeoM_HA/s72-c/godofwar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-3349093136692040677</id><published>2007-04-17T09:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:55:07.344+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the Crime...Cuz the Time's Easy</title><content type='html'>For those of you reading the title, you’ll probably get the idea that we are actually trying ‎to support crime in this country, well actually we are not, but the country sure is!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s look at some of the examples from the previous year or so:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;  ‎7 people kidnap and rape 2 underage boys.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Shakhoory murder at BJs.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saar Murderer.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;‎2 Asians murdering and mutilating an elderly Bahraini woman.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bahraini thief murder of elderly woman in Riffa.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bahraini kidnapped and sexually assaulted a 13 year-old British girl.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bahraini man rapes 8 year-old boy.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Murder of Bahraini male in Muharraq by an ex-military junkie.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;‎19 year-old selling 1.5kg of drugs.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BD10k stolen from Ashrafs.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Murder of hundred something people as crappy ship drowns.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Countless money laundering and counterfeit banknote incidents.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hundreds of cars stolen.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hundreds of abuse and theft charges.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BD Millions stolen by government officials and MPs and high corporate officials.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now... look at the list above, these are just some of the examples from crimes committed ‎in the last few months. Now in most of these cases, the suspects were caught and some ‎cases they were sentenced, and that’s where the problem is, the sentence itself.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these people got a few months (if not weeks) of jail time, where they get to play ‎PS2 and watch TV all day, have 3 meals a day, smoke and sit together with a group of ‎friends. So basically they are sitting at a Gahwa for a few months until it’s time for the ‎country national day, where most of these people will be released in the streets again, to ‎enjoy the freedom that they deserve. And maybe if they get bored, commit the same ‎crimes one time around.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a sweet deal doesn’t it? I mean the only really bad crimes that end with you ‎rotting up in jail are:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Tearing up a traffic ticket.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insulting a police officer or high member of society.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saying something bad about your country on the internet.  ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going into restricted areas.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So if you basically avoided the short list above, you can get away with anything! So what ‎the fuck are you waiting for??? Just like that fucking kid who took a knife with him to ‎school to stab his classmate, and he’s only a first grader, a fucking 6 year-old idiot. Now ‎where would a child learn such shit if it weren’t for his parents in the FIRST place THEN ‎TV, we watched action and violent movies when we were kids but it was made clear to us ‎that these things are acts and not real. If the parents endorse what you are watching ‎without regulation, then you will think that it’s okay to actually carry a fucking knife with ‎you and stab anyone just cuz you don’t like their face!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out and kidnap an entire family. Rape them all. Film them being raped. Publish ‎footage on the net. Get high. Kill them all. Burn them and then throw the bodies ‎somewhere.  Very entertaining indeed and for only a few weeks in a luxury, minimum ‎security hotel/prison for a few weeks before you’re out on the streets again.  Hmmmm ‎another idea, get yourself a &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;baseball bat&lt;/a&gt; and start swinging at anyone in front of you! ‎Amazing! All the pleasure with minimum pain. Then pay a fine of BD50 and do it all ‎over again, genius!  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s an idea for all the morons responsible for this, apply this in the streets of ‎Adliya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RiRtjlyBkEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1LBT76_Xbk0/s1600-h/Hanging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RiRtjlyBkEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1LBT76_Xbk0/s400/Hanging.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054285140021317698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll chop my dick and use it as a straw if people didn’t think twice before committing ‎any crime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what’s this shit about the police not wanting to work? I mean, isn’t it their job to ‎protect and enforce laws? And by that I mean just laws, not the ones where they force ‎people to close down their restaurants after midnight. Oh and get this, they ask them to ‎close down their joints after midnight in civilian clothes and without having to ID ‎themselves or show them official documentation. Then in the newspapers you see ‎different police officials dumping their shit on each other, stating that it’s not their ‎jurisdiction.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You force people to shut down their businesses so that you won’t have to get tired when a ‎crime happens? Is that how officials fix problems? It’s just like any other “quick fixes” ‎they come up with in this country, plain dumb. Fucking low IQed motherfuckers. Even ‎baboons are way smarter than you dipshits are.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you finishing work between 12-2 am and even later, and you just finished your ‎shift and are tired as hell and all you wanna do is have something to eat, you barely ‎survive that shit shift where you sit alone fearing ghosts/serial murderers might come and ‎decapitate you or some shit like that, now you wanna reward yourself and treat yourself ‎to that scrumptious meal. Only to find that everywhere is closed, even barraadas* are ‎closed and you can’t get even a can of Pepsi or a bottle of water to quench your thirst, let ‎alone getting a full meal to fill yourself up. What the fuck is up the police’s ass? Just like ‎N.W.A said... Fuck Da Po-leece.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RiRt5FyBkFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GaZDoB_VTRo/s1600-h/sbcops-n-donuts-strangebreed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RiRt5FyBkFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GaZDoB_VTRo/s400/sbcops-n-donuts-strangebreed.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054285509388505170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is this society coming to? It’s not just the police, it’s also the people, ‎criminals are increasing by the day and something needs to be done, I suggest we have ‎neighborhood watches cuz the police are just inefficient, too damn lazy and useless. Bahrainis were ‎never like this. And don’t give me that bullcrap about Syrians who work for the army n ‎shit like that, I KNOW that they are one of the causes and that this shit exists. But some ‎Bahrainis are in it too. The fix must be collective and we all must admit that these ‎problems have to be acknowledged at first and then we all work together to fix them ‎instead of blaming it on the Syrians, army fuckers and other non-Bahraini people.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit, I’ll go live in Harlem where it’s safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Barrada: Cold Store or Supermarket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-3349093136692040677?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3349093136692040677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=3349093136692040677&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/3349093136692040677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/3349093136692040677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-crimecuz-times-easy.html' title='Do the Crime...Cuz the Time&apos;s Easy'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RiRtjlyBkEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1LBT76_Xbk0/s72-c/Hanging.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-1650547225364158448</id><published>2007-04-16T08:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:45:20.088+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Now This HAS to be Good News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The highlight of news for today, this really made my day, Gulf Air total pwnage. FUCK YOU GF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/Story.asp?Article=179309&amp;Sn=BNEW&amp;amp;IssueID=30027"&gt;http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/Story.asp?Article=179309&amp;Sn=BNEW&amp;amp;IssueID=30027&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airline plans Bahrain hub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                 &lt;div align="right"&gt;         &lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td align="left" width="100%"&gt;&lt;!--picture--&gt;     &lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/source/xxx/027/images/bnew3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td class="caption" align="center" width="200"&gt;&lt;!--caption--&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="byline"&gt;By SOMAN BABY&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;!--body text--&gt;    &lt;p&gt;MALAYSIA-based Air Asia Group, which owns the world's largest budget airline, is considering Bahrain as the hub for its new airline's Middle East operations, it was revealed yesterday.The new airline, Air Asia X, will operate on long-haul routes including Europe, India, China and Australia, with stops in the Gulf, group chief executive officer Tony Fernandes said yesterday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"We find Bahrain, which is the gateway to the larger Middle East markets, including Saudi Arabia, an excellent location for our hub in the region," he told the GDN.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr Fernandes is in Bahrain along with Air Asia group deputy chief executive officer Kamarudin Meranun, to attend the Gulf Air Bahrain Grand Prix. Air Asia has sponsored the Williams F1 team.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"We hope to come back to Bahrain within two months and hold talks with the Civil Aviation Affairs to discuss our plans to fly to Bahrain," said Mr Fernandes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The initial feedback we received here has been very encouraging." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Air Asia, launched five years ago with two aircraft, now has 54 aircraft, which operate to 80 destinations in South East Asia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"We have placed orders for 150 brand new Airbus 320 aircraft,"  Mr Fernandes  revealed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"We carried 11 million passengers last year and our forecast for this year is 18m.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Since the launch we have carried 32m passengers and we offer the lowest fares in the world at $30 (BD11.3) for a 90 minute flight ."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The phenomenal success of Air Asia and its low cost, no frills customers philosophy has seen the airline expand its horizons both throughout the Asia Pacific region, said Mr Fernandes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Air Asia currently operates narrow-bodied aircraft of a type which cannot fly long distances, he added.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"We have therefore decided to launch the new airline, Air Asia X, to operate wide-bodied aircraft to longer routes," said Mr Fernandes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"We shall operate to many points in the Gulf, including Bahrain. Once in operation, we are confident of offering Bahrain-Malaysia return tickets at fares as low as $100-$200 (BD37.8- BD75.6).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The return fare from Kuala Lumpur to London will be only $250 (BD94.5), said Mr Fernandes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Air Asia's mission is to create new markets and to connect to points which were not connected before", he noted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"We want to stimulate someone who never plans to fly by offering  seats on our flights  at an affordable cost."   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr Fernandes said he was highly impressed with the marketing campaign undertaken by the Gulf Air Bahrain Grand Prix organisers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can imagine &lt;a href="http://www.gulfairco.com/"&gt;Gulf Air&lt;/a&gt; sitting in a corner crying... You fucking deserve it for being the corrupt evil corporation that you are.. God bless the likes of &lt;a href="http://www.jazeeraairways.com/"&gt;Jazeera Airways&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.airarabia.com/"&gt;Air Arabia&lt;/a&gt;, and now with &lt;a href="http://www.airasia.com/index_ns.htm"&gt;Air Asia&lt;/a&gt; joining in we will be able to travel on long hauls for cheap. When I was in Malaysia they were flying to other south-east Asian countries for the equivalent of 9 Dinars or so. Of course it will mean that even shitty people will reach the far ends of the earth, but I don't give a fuck. Let these countries worry about such mongrels, at least they enforce their laws on EVERYone regardless of who they are, if you break the rules, you get punished, it's as simple as that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck this... Time to get my simsim passport refilled, oops I mean renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-1650547225364158448?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1650547225364158448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=1650547225364158448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/1650547225364158448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/1650547225364158448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-this-has-to-be-good-news.html' title='Now This HAS to be Good News...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-5028858581550420493</id><published>2007-03-25T11:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:18:51.325+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicely Said...</title><content type='html'>I came across this article by &lt;a href="http://quixotiq-writings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ali Al-Saeed&lt;/a&gt; who is a famous blogger in the Bahraini blogosphere and this was an article in his column in the Gulf Daily News.. All I can say is amen to what you said, nicely put...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/Story.asp?Article=174216&amp;Sn=COMM&amp;IssueID=30005"&gt;http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/Story.asp?Article=174216&amp;Sn=COMM&amp;IssueID=30005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Facing the music over creativity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ali Al Saeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock music is the Devil's music. That's what I kept hearing as a teenager. I thought it was absurd back then and I still do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I was standing amidst hundreds of wild rock fans enjoying their favourite bands playing live in front of their eyes in Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw no devils around, only happy, smiley faces - including yours truly - having the time of their lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 16-17, I was your typical angry boy with an attitude problem - and I wanted to be in a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for any self-respecting Bahraini family, to hear their son wanting to play the devil's music, well, back then that was a big no-no, as you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and I used to "smuggle" our guitars into our homes secretly, behind our parents' backs and try to practise as quietly as rock music can possibly be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit though, we were terrible. But let's not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feared our parents' wrath if they were to find out about our newly discovered passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, as a person, am one of those who honestly cannot live without music in their lives. My bedroom had posters of all shapes and sizes of rock stars and heavy-metal bands on every inch of its walls and I would spend my weekly savings on buying records of my favourite bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, there is nothing like those moments when I sit at home and listen to the newest CD, fresh out of its plastic case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd wait for the day that everyone in either of our households had gone out so that we could let our guard down and "jam" without having to worry about getting caught. We were often told that rock music would be the end of us, that it would lead us to alcohol and drugs and into a world of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, that seemed to me as far-fetched as man landing on the sun. I knew that it existed, I wasn't that naïve, but I also knew that wasn't all there was to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seem to have these myths about rock music and they cringe at the sight of an electric guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve years ago, it felt as if I was living that 40s/50s period when rock 'n' roll was witnessing its majestic birth in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What frightens people about the music is that it is daring, original and highly evocative. It is bound by no rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock music is arguably the most innovative, creative and musically satisfying genre of music out there - starting with the likes of Woody Guthrie, Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan, to Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath and Lynyrd Skynyrd, to today's Ryan Adams, Idlewild and Muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transformation over the years of the music scene in general has always been led and influenced by such bands and musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the reality of it. And I wish more people would see the benefits of musical creativity, rather than focusing on the negative myths they associate it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents didn't grasp it at the beginning, but now they see it as it is - another outlet for talent and creativity. If you disapprove of something, it doesn't mean that there is no value to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forward to the present and my 16-year-old brother sits upstairs in his room blasting the solo from Hotel California all through the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be in a band. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all extremists and their dinosaurish mentalities...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-5028858581550420493?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5028858581550420493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=5028858581550420493&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/5028858581550420493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/5028858581550420493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/nicely-said.html' title='Nicely Said...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-6331809582619039939</id><published>2007-03-20T10:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:53:29.054+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LiB Team at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007</title><content type='html'>Coming back after a successful trip to Dubai, where the LiB team attended the Desert ‎Rock Festival in Dubai, and boy what a hectic trip it was!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the airlines, and man it was PERFECT!!! And NO I did NOT fly on fucking ‎Gulf Air this time. I used &lt;a href="http://www.jazeeraairways.com"&gt;Al-Jazeera Airlines&lt;/a&gt; which was not only cheaper, but had ‎comfier seats, get this, they were leather seats! It’s true that for such budget airlines you ‎have to pay for snacks but I don’t mind, I mean, count with me: ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airline return ticket incl. taxes: BD 32‎&lt;br /&gt;Snacks: BD 1.5‎&lt;br /&gt;Total: BD 33.5‎&lt;br /&gt;Gulf Air getting owned by such airliners: PRICELESS!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulf fucking Air charges a whopping BD 100 for the same return flight with a snack ‎worse than gruel and prison food. Yet they whine about fuel prices and madree sheno* ‎and operating costs. FUCK YOU GULF AIR. Jazeera owns you any day of the year and I ‎am definitely flying with them again. I paid one-third of what I would have paid for a ‎fucked up flight which will probably be delayed by a couple of hours and cost THREE ‎times more and TEN times shittier attitude.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎50 minutes later I arrived at Dubai Airport. After going through the customs and other ‎crappy procedures that you have to go through, I was one meter away from the door ‎when I heard a voice shouting “Hey you!”. I turned around and it was a local Bedouin-ass ‎customs officer. I gave him a strange look when he approached me with an angry face as ‎if I just raped his mother, and said to me with a shitty tone “where passport?”. I said ‎‎“na3am?”**, and he got shocked for some reason, asking me if I spoke Arabic. I said of ‎course I do, and that was after he saw my Bahraini passport! Now I know that a lot of ‎foreign fucks got Bahraini passports, but is it that bad that people have to ask you ‎whether you can speak Arabic or not? Answer: YES it is. Apparently the “speaking ‎Arabic language” part is not a must to get a Bahraini passport nowadays, sad but true.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow back to the story. So this fucker pulls me to the side and I follow him to a ‎counter at the opposite side of the customs area, where he opens my backpack and starts ‎taking out my stuff, and me of course staring at him with a big smile on my face, telling ‎him to do whatever the fuck he wants just to get it over with. 10 minutes have passed and ‎the guy was shocked to see so much crap stuffed into a small backpack. I told him “It ‎took me an hour to pack all this, now when you’re done you’re going to put everything ‎the way it was”. He gave me a grin and continued.  I asked him why he stopped me and ‎let all those fucking foreigners pass by. He said it was just a random procedure where ‎they pick a random person and start searching him. Hmmm now that’s good, I mean it’s ‎his job after all, and I was more than cooperative, but think about it, he’s taking 30 ‎minutes of his time to search me. And I’m looking at all the other suspicious looking ‎mother fuckers pass by. What makes him sure that none of those guys carry anything ‎suspicious or illegal (drugs, weapons, dildos etc)? I guess he would’ve left me alone if I ‎was a white guy with blonde hair, god damn white worshipping fuck. Maybe they should ‎hire people with a better judge of character, instead of just looking at skin color, fucking ‎fags.    ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with me waiting patiently and continuing to smile just to piss him off even more, and ‎him not being able to find anything in my bag, he decided to take me to a small room at ‎the back, where he strip-searched me, and yet again, I had a big fucking smile just to get ‎on his nerves for wasting my fucking time.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching every inch of my body (literally), and sniffing my underwear (procedure ‎or kinky fucker? You decide), I put my pants back on and looked at him. I asked him if ‎there was anything else. He said “NO” with a fucked up face and just left the room, ‎slamming the door behind him. So basically, if I was an ass to him, he would’ve given ‎me a hell of an attitude. And if you’re nice, they still give you shit for it? I mean what the ‎fuck? Don’t I deserve a “thank you for your time or cooperation” or whatever? Fucking ‎good for nothing dumb-ass Bedouin. I guess spending all that time 6a33ising*** in your ‎Land Cruiser with your friends rather than staying in school is probably what got you ‎here, sniffing my stinky underwear. I guess that’s enough and fair punishment after all.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, with that out of the way, I left the Airport looking for a taxi, where I started ‎calling several hotels looking for available rooms, guess it was dumb not to confirm the ‎reservations before, but I managed to find a hotel that wasn’t half bad. All I needed was a ‎bed and a toilet, so I wasn’t really bothered about which hotel I stayed at, but BD 40 a ‎night? For a 3-star hotel? Prices were much cheaper before. Apparently as the friendly ‎taxi driver explained; prices are going up each year, so probably it would cost you BD 60 ‎to stay at the same hotel in 2 years time!  So I arrive at the hotel and go through the check ‎in process, and the guy behind the counter asks where I’m from. I said Bahrain. And he ‎goes “this is a family hotel, no girls allowed”, oooookaaaaay, so I’m guessing other ‎Bahrainis come to Dubai to raise hell and go back to the shit hole they came from ‎‎(probably riffa3), kinda like the reputation Saudis have in our country!    ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later the rest of the LiB team members reached the hotel, with a rental van to ‎take us around. They checked in their rooms and then we all got into the van and went to ‎grab a quick meal to eat while we were driving to the event. We were already late as their ‎flight arrived at 2 pm and the doors for the thing opened at 3 pm, until everyone was ‎checked in it was already 3 pm. We stopped at a Burger King near the hotel and got a ton ‎of food in order to satisfy the hunger of all 7 of us! We were starving. We took the food ‎and were now on our way while massacring the poor burgers and chicken burgers. Even ‎the poor fried potatoes were screaming for mercy! But nothing escaped the ruthlessness ‎of the guys where only the paper wrappings were short from being devoured as can be ‎seen below.‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/427782791_b39f6a6e69_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/427782791_b39f6a6e69.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Food" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/427782786_bc18cf2c44_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/427782786_bc18cf2c44.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Food" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for a quick petrol filling session and we were well on our way after that, at ‎the petrol station we saw the amazing Dubai skyline. It’s amazing to see all the ‎development that goes on in there while we sit and watch them become something they ‎weren’t when we were something in the past and now it’s totally the other way round. ‎Then all we do is sit and whine and bitch about how we WERE something in the past. ‎Yes we WERE, now we are NOT, instead of whining we should do something about it. ‎Still though there are a lot of people in Bahrain who care about their own well being, so ‎instead of uniting to work for a better Bahrain, everyone works for their own people. ‎Baba if you work together everyone will achieve prosperity, dumbasses. Well until then, ‎this is what we have to compete with:‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/427749553_9347ed3cdb_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/427749553_9347ed3cdb.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Dubai Skyline" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was now 4 pm and we were heading on the Hatta-Al Ain road where the map said we ‎should be heading and took the turn where it was shown on the map and then continued ‎to follow the arrows on the shitty map (a shit ass map on the back of the ticket which ‎looks like something drawn by hand, kinda like the ones you find on kids birthday ‎invitation cards). The road sign said that Al Ain was about 120 km away and we went on ‎and on until the sign read 50 km to Al Ain! WTF! We were like half way to Al Ain and ‎still haven’t reached our damn destination? We went all the way back and took another ‎turn thinking that it was the turn we missed; we went on and on until we reached the ‎same place. What the fuck was that? So we called some damn fucking number they have ‎for tourist information and you tell them where you are and guide you on the phone ‎telling you which turns to take and what signs you will be seeing ahead. That they were ‎accurate at, I mean we were actually seeing which signs they said we would see, only ‎thing is, we still haven’t reached the fucking place and were actually going in circles. So ‎finally we took a turn using our instinct and then we told the shitty services to guide us ‎from there which they have also failed at. Finally it’s 5:30 pm and we arrive at the damn ‎venue where we only reached at the end of In Flames’ performance and we only got to ‎see them play 2 and a half songs! Needless to say that we told the tourist info services to ‎go fuck themselves for the shit ass service they provided and cursed the Dubai Country ‎Club -where the event was being held- for putting such shitty maps on their tickets.‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lifeinbahrain/427782806/" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/427782806_f2babfe1f0.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Driving to the DDRF 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/427782797_63badc3661_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/427782797_63badc3661.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Driving to the DDRF 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event itself was great and we all had fun. There were a lot of people there and it was ‎noticed that a lot of shitty Indians were there. I mean we’re not like racist or something ‎but these people had the shittiest attitudes we had ever seen. One wanted to pick a fight ‎with my brother just cause he wanted to get past him to get a bit to the front where he ‎ended up (the Indian of course) getting a punch in the face. I mean it was crowded and ‎people were sweating from moshing. Hell I know I was, but I didn’t smell half as bad as ‎those guys from Bangladesh. I mean talk about B.O.! Don’t they sell deodorant in their ‎country? I mean I know it’s a poor country and shit, but if they can afford a plane ticket ‎to Dubai and tickets to the concert, you think they can’t spare half a dinar on a small can ‎of deodorant? Guess not. Goddamn didoogh**** smell makes you high man!!! And ‎what’s worse, at the end of the concert when Iron Maiden were done, they were throwing ‎the drums’ sticks for audience to collect, pretty normal, it happens in every rock concert. ‎What happened here was that the stick landed right on one of our team’s shoulders and he ‎grabbed it. What we didn’t realize is the 1000 other subcontinental fuckers who ‎immediately came to our guy trying to get the stick from his hands! I mean get over it ‎you misers! The guy got it, but no, our poor teammate got pulled right inside a vortex of ‎stench and he had to let go in order to stop being pulled away from us, it was not worth it ‎being crushed and by whom? However, as he let go he was still being pulled then those ‎black assholes realized that the stick is in their gang’s grip they let go of our guy. That’s ‎what they always do, gang up on people until they get something. Like the fucking ‎lottery, they gather half a Dinar each to buy a BD 10 lottery ticket, then you realize that ‎they won a fucking Jaguar. Go figure. For them it will be worth it cuz after splitting the ‎prize money they will build a palace in the shithole where they came from. Good for ‎nothing asswipes.‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/427749564_0cc6ebd10d_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/427749564_0cc6ebd10d.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get our signature on the board where it had the bands’ names on and ‎people would write all sorts of shit.‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/427778630_e06c930526_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/427778630_e06c930526.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Signature Board at the DDRF 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/427749571_d0182617f1_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/427749571_d0182617f1.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Signature Board at the DDRF 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/427749576_518db17106_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/427749576_518db17106.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Signature Board at the DDRF 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bands came and went, Stone Sour were cool. The Prodigy also had a nice ‎performance. Just watch the “Firestarter” video below.‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/427778643_7d98d0f1ea_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/427778643_7d98d0f1ea.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="The Prodigy at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007" ‎‎/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" ‎value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wOhNwcJqqk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" ‎value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wOhNwcJqqk" ‎type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" ‎height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Iron Maiden. They performed incredibly and rocked the whole house with ‎their exhilarating songs and great crowd-pumping tunes. Everyone was happy and people ‎were enjoying themselves to the fullest.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a quick toilet break when I saw a Scottish dude talking to me, just being ‎friendly and I told him that I was in Scotland just a month back and before that as a ‎student, when suddenly a guy came from behind and started telling the Scottish person ‎‎“Why you kick my ass?” and I was like “Huh?” and then this guys started throwing ‎punches at the Scottish person with me in the middle, I could have ended up being stuck ‎between these two people and their fight where I was holding them apart and shouting ‎‎“KNOCK IT OFF GUYS!” and then a couple of people came and took the Scottish guy ‎and I took the other guy aside. I asked him what was up and he said “This guy kicked my ‎ass” and other shit which I couldn’t understand then I asked him where he was from and ‎he said “Bahrain”. Okay so el akh Ba7raini? He was like yeah! And I told him I was ‎Bahraini too and whatever the reasons were it was wrong for him to act like that, and I ‎asked him how he got his ass kicked by the Scottish person, thinking he might have hit ‎him hard in the mosh pit or something like that. Then the guy told me that the Scottish ‎guy pinched him in the toilet! Oh so that was his ass kicking adventure! I told him that he ‎still was wrong cause even if he complains, no one would believe him cause Emaratis as ‎well as the rest of the Khaleejis are white skin and blond hair worshippers. I also told him ‎that it was NOT worth it to get the boot because of such lowlife people and just walk ‎away and I pushed him towards the crowd telling him to go find his friends and have fun ‎and not bother with worthless people. Finally he was convinced, thanked me and went on ‎to enjoy the rest of the show.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the place was packed and that toilet break cost me my place deep inside the ‎crowd. I tried to push myself in to get to where I was but I reached a point where I ‎couldn’t get any further, but hey no complaints and the view was great. But wait! What’s ‎that flying over our heads? Oh no! They are flying beer cans and people were throwing ‎them all over the place and everyone standing in the range of these flying cans got ‎drenched! I smelled like a brewery by the end of the concert but that didn’t stop me from ‎taking the following shots!‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/427782784_a25e771b28_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/427782784_a25e771b28.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Iron Maiden at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007" ‎‎/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/427782778_acedb44641_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/427782778_acedb44641.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Iron Maiden at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007" ‎‎/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/427778671_4785a37f9b_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/427778671_4785a37f9b.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Iron Maiden at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007" ‎‎/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href=" http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/427778651_a812612d6d_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/427778651_a812612d6d.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Iron Maiden at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007" ‎‎/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are other pics from the Iron Maiden performance shot by the other LiB Team ‎members who were on the other side of the stage. Again, enjoy!‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/427790362_e15dcc538e_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/427790362_e15dcc538e.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Iron Maiden at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007" ‎‎/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/427790352_cd310fa459_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/427790352_cd310fa459.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Iron Maiden at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007" ‎‎/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/427790344_d47c8e1c22_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/427790344_d47c8e1c22.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Iron Maiden at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007" ‎‎/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/427790322_c0cc797e9d_b.jpg" title="Photo ‎Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/427790322_c0cc797e9d.jpg" ‎width="500" height="375" alt="Iron Maiden at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007" ‎‎/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, it was an unforgettable outing and we will definitely do it again next year.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some Arabs who, when I told them I was from Bahrain, asked me “But a lot of ‎Bahrainis like rock music more than Emaratis, why don’t you hold such events?” To ‎which I answered with a grin: “As long as we have those bushy bearded extremists, we ‎will only go backwards”. What do you expect from a bunch of backwarded fucks who ‎attack a normal Spring of Culture event? What do you expect from a bunch of dickwads ‎who label local rock bands as Satanists? Do you expect those to allow Rock and Metal ‎bands to perform peacefully in Bahrain? I suspect that. I mean seriously, I was sitting ‎there and imagining the possibility of having such bands perform in our country. This ‎reminded me of an outing I had a few months ago, where I met this lovely lady that ‎works for a local company called “8th wonder”. We started talking about her job and ‎apparently they are responsible for organizing events of all kind, sports, music, cultural ‎whatever. And I asked her why they never organize anything like the desert rock festival, ‎and I explained to her how a lot of locals would attend, and people from abroad as well. ‎She clearly answered: “We can’t deal with rock music because of the image it has in our ‎country”. THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH YOU KHAR KOSSA BUSHY ‎WAHABI FUCKS!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I read the goddamn newspaper and its all about some good for nothing Mulla MPs ‎attacking the damn cultural events, I mean the whole reason behind these events is to ‎introduce close minded fucks like them to other countries’ cultures. But noooo, just ‎because the ballerina is wearing tight clothes, that makes them INFIDELS!!! Go back to ‎your fucking camels you retarded fucks, even Saudi Arabia is going forward, and we are ‎aiming for the Stone Age.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok for these Mulla MPs to own bars and night clubs (I know, shocking! But yes some ‎of them do). Then they talk out of their asses as if they know everything and they are ‎god’s messengers to spread peace across Bahrain. Kiss my hairy ass! Islam is not a ‎religion of force, it is a religion of choice. If you find these events offensive then stay in ‎your goddamn caves. No one is forcing your ugly beardy ass to attend (seriously I ‎wonder everyday how these fuckers fuck their wives every night with a face like that and ‎a beard full of fleas, no wonder most their wives are looking for dick). I swear one day ‎I’ll run over one of these mulla fuckers, then I’ll reverse on him, and then I’ll get out of ‎the car and get &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;the bat&lt;/a&gt; out of the trunk and tenderize his ass. Man I hate them ‎so much it brings tears to my eyes.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck these retards, I’ll go get high, someone get me a dildoogh!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‎* Madree sheno = Don’t know what – Watchamacallit‎&lt;br /&gt;‎** Na3am? = Yes?‎&lt;br /&gt;‎*** 6a33ising = Driving Huge SUVs on Sand Dunes‎&lt;br /&gt;‎**** Dildoogh = Armpit‎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-6331809582619039939?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6331809582619039939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=6331809582619039939&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/6331809582619039939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/6331809582619039939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/lib-team-at-dubai-desert-rock-festival.html' title='LiB Team at the Dubai Desert Rock Festival 2007'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/427782791_b39f6a6e69_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-44706061863387616</id><published>2007-02-21T10:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:06:51.189+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Good to be Back... Or is it?‎</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well First of all I apologize for not being able to write for a while. We had a hiatus and then I went to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; on a leisure trip. Yes in the bloody freezing winter! But it was really great and I enjoyed it. It was good to be back to see that the country is the same as it was when I left it as a student some 8 years back. It’s not like &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dubai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; where if you go every 2 months, you don’t recognize it. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dubai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is like Nancy Ajram, fakely beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course when I came back, I got pissed off immediately because there, in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, they respect you for who you are, even if they give you that “you are an Arab terrorist” look, they might make you take your clothes off for inspection, all that is still overruled by their codes of ethics and behaviors. At least you still are treated equally with the rest of the people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What pissed me off? Okay, first it was fucking Gulf Air. No no no it wasn’t the delay. For one of the rarest moment in their fucked up history, the bloody plane was actually on time! It was one of their flight attendants. Whatever happened to the term “steward”? Is it so demeaning that they replaced it with this “politically correct” bullshit term? Hell if there was a term more demeaning than steward I would have used it to describe this piece of inbred shit who was supposedly to serve me with a smile. Here is what happened, well let me start from their staff at fucking &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Heathrow&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At check-in they assigned me a different seat from my wife, and get this, the plane had 100 EMPTY seats! Seriously, are you guys high or something? You have 100 empty seats and still you manage to assign me and my wife seats apart from each other? Nice work, dumbasses. I asked the lady nicely if the first row economy seats were taken or not, she checked and told me that they are not taken, great! Gimme those seats! She said gladly and tried to allocate the seats for us, but couldn’t. She said that they were “blocked” or something and that sometimes such seats are blocked until the very last moment and then if they are not assigned to someone who pre-booked them or something then they would be available. She told me that she will be at the gate at the time of boarding and that I have to remind her so she gives me those seats. Great! Lovely! I was impressed by that nice promise with a smile and thought “Maybe Gulf Air are not that evil after all!”. Anyways, we went through all that bullshit security measures of LHR and all that, where they confiscated a bottle of contact lenses solution which belonged to my wife, claiming it was “too big to carry on the plane”, WHAT? What the hell was that for? How is she supposed to keep her eyes from drying up? Suck my dick, asswipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went to the gate and sat there waiting to board. At the time we were required to hand in our boarding passes and the lady wasn’t there. So I explained the situation to the guy who was there at the desk and how I was supposed to get those seats. This is where he went all-knowing and decided to talk out of his ass and crap out of his mouth. All that just because I greeted him in Bahraini as clearly he was Bahraini too and decided he wanted to show me how he can tell me to go fuck myself in an indirect way, which he did basically, the cocksucker. He started raving about how these seats are not allocated at all to anyone and that since this plane had over 100 seats empty these are already booked for emergencies and watchacallit blah blah blah and how they use something called “trimming”. What is this, a fucking barber shop? I still went “fair enough” but to my shock I discovered that these seats were given to two English fuckers. And how do I know they weren’t pre-booked? Cuz I asked them and they said that it was given to them at the gate. Nice going Gulf Air fuckers. So this is how you treat a fellow Bahraini who just wants those seats as long as they’re not someone else’s? I guess Gulf Air as always and always will be white and blond worshippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With that out of the way and I decided to leave it in the past cuz Gulf Air will never learn and never change no matter what. Take British Airways for example, where I took a local flight from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt; to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Glasgow&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and then back a few days later. Boy how they treat a human being with respect and make him feel like a human being. Unlike those Gulf Air fuckers. I know it’s good to show people that you are a hospitable species n shit like that but treat everyone EQUALLY… Don’t over do it for others just because they were the “masters” at one point of time, oops sorry they are still the masters I guess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We took our shitty seats which even 7-year-olds wouldn’t be comfortable in and sat like the normal couple we are. My wife found out that her seat was a bit tilted back and she tried pressing the button to bring it back to the upright position but it didn’t work, another nice going, assholes, your seats don’t work and your fucking planes aren’t properly maintained, all you’re good at is how to treat the business and first class cabins like royalty while others should be thankful that they even are flying with you losers. Now it’s normal to treat other cabins differently but take Emirates for example, fly their flights on economy and tell me how they treat a person. Anyways there were a couple of British WHORES (yes they ARE whores cuz they never shut up about how they were going to have fun in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dubai&lt;/st1:city&gt; and what a shithole &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bahrain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was). I know my country isn’t as impressive as the Nancy Ajramic Dubai but it’s my home and I know what kind of good and smart and hardworking people live in it, unlike the dumb Bedouins and scores of expatriates that infest that hellhole. Oh and they kept on raving about Kevin’s kiss or Roger’s nice one-nighter. Tell me they are not fucking whores. So this bitch that was behind my wife told her to take her seat to the upright position and we nicely explained that we couldn’t. Before I realized it she had called the whore stewardess who was flirting with a young Bahraini guy who kept talking to her about that night they had in BJs n shit, NO I AM NOT MAKING THIS SHIT UP! The stewardess also tried to bring the seat back up but couldn’t and the English ho’ acted she was all enraged and upset. WHAT THE FUCK DID WE DO TO YOU SKANK? She told her that the seat isn’t working and then looked at us and said we had to change the seat. WHAT THE FUCK? Why us? My wife said she will never change her seat and I told her to basically go shove a dildo up her ass (in a nice way of course!). That skanky ho behind us kept puffing and kicking our chair until another stewardess came and told her that they will change them. Damn right, it wasn’t &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; who will be changing our places, not after you denied me the seats that were not assigned to anyone. I told them that we weren’t changing our place after what their inefficient ground staff did to me and even if it were against IATA regulations I wouldn’t change. Then they called a third stewardess who somehow resolved it and the seat actually went back to its place. A few minutes later I saw their head-asshole steward. A fucking bald asshole with little hair that is white, isn’t it about time you kicked these dinosaurs out? Why am I being so harsh about him? Cuz here’s what happened next… He came and asked about “the nervous girl” and the bitch stewardess pointed at the skanky ho behind us. Come on, what about me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was I not shouting at them? Didn’t I have needs and was mistreated? He slipped something into her hands (must have been a dildo or a vibrator) and told her how sorry they were. WHAT THE FUCK? Oh by the way, the fucker looks like a damn meenawee*, most probably IS meenawee, bald and has white hair, most likely the service manager of the economy class cabin. If you run into him, make sure you will get the most service out of him cuz he’s one discriminating fucker. And that didn’t end there, he kept on coming every 30 minutes or so and asking her “are you still nervous?” and that pissed me off even more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s why the west will always own us, and by own I mean they will be way ahead of us, not control us cuz that is a well-known fact which I don’t have to even go there. They have a good system and EVERY one abides by the rules, there is no was6a** or bullshit like that. Everyone is disciplined and if you do something wrong, you get punished for it, end of story. And fuck you Gulf Air. This time I am venting it here and not sending an email to your esteemed Chief Executive as last time I did that, all I got was a measly 3000 miles compensation into my frequent flyer mileage while others got business class tickets for two persons n shit like that. Fuck you and Fuck you min galb***.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other than that, here are a couple of shots from my trip to the Scottish Highlands, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Edinburgh&lt;/st1:city&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Highlands (Scotland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/397355377_9b28458d06_b.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/397355377_9b28458d06.jpg" alt="Scottish Highlands" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Highlands (Scotland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/397355373_4b2c791db9_b.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/397355373_4b2c791db9.jpg" alt="Scottish Highlands" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edinburgh Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/397355379_53b684a9c7_b.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/397355379_53b684a9c7.jpg" alt="Edinburgh Castle" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the City of Edinburgh from the Castle's cannon point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/397355384_0c83ec6d02_b.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/397355384_0c83ec6d02.jpg" alt="Edinburgh Castle" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Al-Kabeer**** in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/397355389_2c31c54796_b.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/397355389_2c31c54796.jpg" alt="Big Ben" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eye of London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/397355385_abe60ad4c2_b.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/397355385_abe60ad4c2.jpg" alt="The London Eye" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I came across this article in Akhbar Al-Khaleej today and all I can say is, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duck my sick&lt;/span&gt;”, Fahmi. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RdwB5SB6_dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/stsDCcnOdaY/s1600-h/Eskan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1PdkizPprs/RdwB5SB6_dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/stsDCcnOdaY/s400/Eskan.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033900567097441746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And what the fuck is this rule about the 900 BD bullshit? So households who make more than 900 BD a month are rich? Oh and you want them to make a purchase application cuz they won’t be entitled for a government house? Oh and there is another rule by the way. If your household income is more than BD 1200 you are NOT entitled to ANY Ministry of Housing services. So let me get this straight, first for those who make more than 900 they have no right whatsoever to have a government home and they should apply for a purchase loan? And if they make more than 1200 they have NO right whatsoever? Oh so those who make 1200 are extremely rich and have no loans, deductions or any other commitments? Before we go there, the loan maximum amount is BD 40,000. What the fuck does that bring you? This BARELY brings you a land the size of a toilet, let alone having a ready-made house with that price. Now, if those who make more than 900 or 1200 BD a month go to banks to get mortgage loans, the first thing they do is not look at the basic salary, they look at the whole shebang, from basic, to deductions and anything else. Then they determine what the amount is. And when you go to the fucking MoH, they tell you that your basic is more than 900 or 1200 a month and that you are not entitled. When you tell them about your deductions, they tell you to fuck off and that they only look at the base salary. So if I go to these incompetent bastards, they won’t give me anything cuz I am “rich” in their eyes. And if I go to the bank, they tell me to go shove a &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;baseball bat&lt;/a&gt; up my ass cuz after deductions, nothing is left from my salary and another idiot organization, the BMA, has issued a rule of that no one’s deductions should exceed 50% of his monthly salary. This is how Bahraini officials always fix problems. So a fucker takes out loans to play and travel and buy a shitty car to load it with shitloads of utter crap which in the end turns out more expensive than a Mercedes or a Beamer, then he realizes he can’t make any payments cuz his salary doesn’t cover shit but the banks give him lonas and extensions anyways so they suck him and other Bahrainis dry, be them needy or not. So after all that the BMA comes and punishes EVERY one by making this rule which won’t allow people to take out other sorts of loans such as housing loans n shit like that. This whole country is going downhill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is bad, is it my fault to be born in such a generation that unless I am born into a family who will shove a golden spoon up my ass, I can’t buy even a small piece of land to build a tiny house to keep me an my family safe? But my pay is good enough to make me stay at an apartment which even recently went up in rent value due to exploiting sons of bitches? So that way, the rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer, no more middle class. There is a lot of shit that’s going on in this regards that even thinking about it makes me so angry and can’t do anything about it. So just read the article and smile, for you live in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bahrain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. See, all of this is interlinked, the banks, the BMA, the MoH and others are conspiring to deny a lot of people their right to a basic house. I am not asking for a fucking palace, but I also don’t want your government housing so you can make me live next to shitty Syrians and Baathists? I make good money, I should be given a good amount to be able to either build a decent home or get a ready made decent house. And what’s with lands? They say there is a shortage in lands while clearly there isn’t just look at Google Earth (God bless them for that genius piece of software!) and see for yourself. The MoH tells you that if you need a land grant, go to the &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Royal   Court&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;, nice, so I go to the RC and they tell me to check with the MoH. Oh so you fancy a game of ping pong or tennis don’t you? But then someone else tells me to go shove my own dick into my own ass, cuz that will be more possible than getting a land. Then I come to know that someone else got a land cuz, even with the waas6az I use, his was stronger and although he already has a few properties here n there, he doesn’t like where they are and wants something closer to his parents. And just look at the empty lands in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Hamad&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; which haven’t been built in 20 years although the neighborhood is filled up. What the fuck is this? I didn’t come and ask you to make me a property tycoon, all I want is a piece of land so I build my own damn fucking house you flesh-eating fuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Meenawee: A Persian person whose origins are from the town of "Meenaw" or "Minab" in Farsi, usually dark-skinned.&lt;br /&gt;** Was6a = wasta = To use your influence and/or contacts to get shit done&lt;br /&gt;*** Min Galb: From deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;**** Ben Al-Kabeer: Big Ben :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-44706061863387616?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/44706061863387616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=44706061863387616&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/44706061863387616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/44706061863387616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-good-to-be-back-or-is-it.html' title='It’s Good to be Back... Or is it?‎'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/397355377_9b28458d06_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-116767316746695514</id><published>2007-01-01T20:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:39:27.483+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Festive Season...</title><content type='html'>First of all, happy Eid, then happy new year to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 left us with a few memorable events and it had its ups and downs. But here's to an upcoming year of morons, ninjas, assholes, ignorant and inconsiderate fucks, jackasses, slack-off government entities, idiotic new parliament, whiners, thieving banks, burglars and murderers etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a nice and eventful 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all LiB Team members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-116767316746695514?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116767316746695514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=116767316746695514&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/116767316746695514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/116767316746695514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-festive-season.html' title='Happy Festive Season...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-116635432025125719</id><published>2006-12-17T14:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:18:40.276+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day...</title><content type='html'>To all Bahrainis, Happy National Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IO3pOosxxpQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IO3pOosxxpQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in Bukuwara Road, highlights how many useless people are there. If you want to celebrate the God damn national day then fine, show your pride... But don't do it in this ill-mannered way. Go take part in events, go watch the fucking fireworks which are really dull by the way. We went to the 24-hour Bahrain race at the BIC which was interesing although some of us are not that into cars and racing and some are. But the first-timers appreciated what an astonishing achievement this venue was. The construction, the facilities, the organizing of the event itself etc... Despite the weather being pouring wet, it was a very nice event nevertheless. It was much better than loitering around roads going back and forth doing nothing but letting their shitty kids hang out windows. Heaven forbid there would be an accident then they will come to kill the driver who accidentally killed their shitty hang-out-the window kid instead of questioning their own ignorance and negligence. What a bunch of good-for-nothing fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: I called the ministry of housing to ask about whether I can switch my application from a purchasing loan to a land. They told me lands are limited and impossible to get. Well how come "some" people still get them? Fucking waasta bastards. "Happy" National Day indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-116635432025125719?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116635432025125719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=116635432025125719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/116635432025125719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/116635432025125719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-national-day.html' title='Happy National Day...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-116607591027775658</id><published>2006-12-14T08:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:58:30.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at Our Silly Youth...</title><content type='html'>I have received this via email and the first thing that came to my mind was "WHAT THE FUCK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/swLIenBNQdw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/swLIenBNQdw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're trying to act "cool" or hip or something. With more and more guys like this in our communities, I say let's say our prayers from now on bcause our good youth will be overshadowed by the likes of those good for nothing idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they wonder why are our guys running out of fuel and brain cells hanging around Bukuwara roads looking for "Chicks" while there are nothing but DFNs (Damn Fucking Ninja) infesting Riffa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-116607591027775658?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116607591027775658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=116607591027775658&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/116607591027775658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/116607591027775658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/look-at-our-silly-youth.html' title='Look at Our Silly Youth...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-116349005022036065</id><published>2006-11-14T10:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:50:45.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How LiB Came to be...</title><content type='html'>On the eve of our first anniversary -Yes it's been one year already and we can't believe it here, time really does fly- we will be telling you a hopefully interesting story on how LiB started. So sit back, get your fave drink ready and some popcorn, and here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a ninja in an SUV. The ninja drove a huge ass Land Cruiser but with her ninja mask on. She was very happy that she could drive because the parliament has fought so hard for her rights that they neglected everyone else's. Suddenly, ninjas were all over the place and caused mayhem on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/niqab13_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/320/niqab13_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, "ninja-ism" is a very bad cult in Bahrain. Ninjas think they are sent from heaven. They think that they are "the shit" in Bahrain and that no one has any right to say anything to them. I was never against ninjas and I always respected their choice in what they wear. But I was against them driving due to them being a fucking life-threatening factor in driving on Bahraini roads, as well as them having really fucked up mentalities where they want to impose their shit on others instead of either leaving people be or using civilized discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the ninja with the SUV, I was driving one day when I passed a GREEN traffic light. This ninja in the SUV suddenly cut the red light and came in front of me which made me hit the brakes as hard as I could. I didn't do anything but the fucking ninja honked the horn at me. WHAT THE FUCK? So you are the one who ran a red light and nearly hit me and then you honk the horn at me? What the hell was that? Oh God how I wished I had a &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;baseball bat&lt;/a&gt; to show her who's boss. Check out this crappy illustration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/dfndriving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/dfndriving.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole ninja incident was the last straw in a series of incidents caused by ninjas and other assholes on the road, banks and ministries. People cutting lines, people being harsh and rude without having the right to do so, people thinking that only they have the right to do whatever the fuck they could like they have special priviliges, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaining to the authorities who actually have no balls by the way did nothing. This is where I decided to expose them online and spread awareness about them and what social implications they cause. If society is morally corrupt to this extent, how are we supposed to build a healthy society where everyone helps one another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when LiB was born, the idea was introduced to a couple of close friends and they were in immediately. We decided to keep everything documented and take pics of incidents that we face or when we see things that piss us off about the bad people in our country which we love so dearly that having parasites like these makes us wanna fucking puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you damn fucking ninja (DFN) for making it finally happen as it was something I wanted to do since 2001. The idea started as a traffic offenses website where offenders would have their pictures taken and uploaded to shame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We at LiB would like to thank everyone who contributed to our success. Either by being one of the assholes causing us to write about them or being our fans and supporters who made us go ahead as we discovered more and more frustrated people like us. Or to those who inspired us and sent us pics to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave you with what we think ninjas will do next in Bahrain… So watch out and be careful... Because when you see a ninja, you should duck and hide, or else say your prayers for you will DIEEEEEE.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/ninja.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-116349005022036065?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116349005022036065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=116349005022036065&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/116349005022036065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/116349005022036065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-lib-came-to-be.html' title='How LiB Came to be...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-116184320418108143</id><published>2006-10-26T08:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T10:23:28.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/eidmubarak.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/eidmubarak.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all we would like to wish everyone a very happy Eid and inshallah many returns of this occasion and its blessings for all Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had taken a long spiritual break for Ramadhan. Not that we didn't have anything to write about but we were caught up with all the worshipping, Quran reading, gatherings and socializing that come with this holy month that having time to be online was almost non existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're back we do have a couple of observances that we had during Ramadhan of  people with shitty attitudes. I mean Ramadhan is a great month but people can be a real pain in the ass during this month, as if no one fasts but themselves and they also think themselves above all the rest of us lowlifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving:&lt;/span&gt; Wow! People become 100 times worse than the shitheads that they are during normal days! Especially at these times:&lt;br /&gt;1) During driving TO work.&lt;br /&gt;2) During driving home FROM work.&lt;br /&gt;3) During going to the market to get some snacks before the time of Iftar (4 - 5 pm).&lt;br /&gt;4) After 8pm when people start going out and...&lt;br /&gt;5) ALL TIMES from the 23rd of Ramadhan until the last day. Where all roads are clogged due to 700,000 people leaving Eid shopping for the last days instead of "planning ahead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attitudes:&lt;/span&gt; People become really aggressive and imposing. They think that there is no one but themselves wherever they are and start annoying others. And God forbid should you just fucking point it out to them. They go all haywire and start threatening you to shut the hell up otherwise.... Otherwise what you fucking cunts? You want to beat me up in the middle of the Ramadhan day while you are fasting? And you are the ones who know hadeeths that fasting is not only about stopping yourself from food, water and intercourse.. It's more than that but it doesn't apply to you now, does it? Well how about I shove &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;that friggin' baseball bat&lt;/a&gt; up your ass so that you remember the next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV:&lt;/span&gt; TV was bullshit during ramadhan, all about food and Khaleeji series about beating  up women, drugs and alcoholism. As for the quiz shows, one word... DAMN! I mean how dumb can people be? They have no knowledge at all, not general, not about Bahrain, and defenitely not about religion. It was one of those fucking ninjas who was asked "Who was the two sorcerers mentioned in the Quran who teach people witchcraft and sorcery?" and she went "Moses and Aaron"!!! They are God's prophets not sorcerers, then they pretend to know all about Islam and stuff. This silly show exposed your fakeness! You were pwned, biatch. The only decent station was MBC and only a couple of shows were of interest namely: Yomeyyat Mnaa7i, 6ash ma 6ash and Khalid bin Al-Waleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we leave you with some pics of what we had seen during the past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/90/279068560_0d2bdeb05a_b.jpg" title="Fucking Idiot!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/90/279068560_0d2bdeb05a.jpg" alt="DriverIdiocy" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at this motherfucker who doesn't want to turn left, but he takes the lane and then just as he reaches the traffic light line he wants to suddenly shift the lane to go straight. All that is because he doesn't want to wait in line. What is it with some Bahrainis and lines? Why do they skip lines? Do they think they're cool or something? Burn in hell motherfucking asswipe. Too bad your car number isn't that clear as we have a strict "No blurring" policy for assholes like yourself. We only blur other cars' numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as I was at the airport I saw this thing that has been going on for years and yet our esteemed sissy-ass dickless ball-less authorities do NOTHING about... I am talking about fucking Saudis parking in the SHORT TERM parking zone for months without anyone telling them anything. There are long term parking zones yet these Saudis have nothing called reasoning or they just don't give a flying fuck about signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/89/279068562_a059268fb4_b.jpg" title="Fucking Saudi Bastard"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/89/279068562_a059268fb4.jpg" alt="fuckinsaudi" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the dust that's infused into the car's body I can tell that this piece of shit has been parked since 1643, yeah even before automobiles were invented, he was parked here eversince he had that fucking camel he was shagging before he bought this garamba3a. Oh and notice how he's parked, he isn't parked properly. He is parked right by the line, which causes a disturbance to others. This is only one car of MANY Saudi cars parked in the short term parking spots. Just go to the airport and see for yourselves if you think I am bullshitting. It takes you only 3 seconds to realize what kind of crap is going on and another 2 seconds for you to lose your temper. And the worst part is that our authorities come to fuck Bahrainis up for the slightest mistake while these bastards can get away even with murder. Sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here is one arrogant motherfucking bastard who thinks by performing his religious duties in this manner that he is sent from heaven above. This asswipe went for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taraweeh"&gt;tarawee7 prayers&lt;/a&gt; in one of Madeena's mosques and where does he decide to park? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD!!! Now tell me, what kind of an asshole does that? You will not get any ajir from doing this kind of bullshit. On the contrary, asshole, you will be getting a lot of ithim for causing disturbance on the road just cuz you don't want to park a bit farther from the mosque. Burn in hell, dickwad. Oh and a note to all supposed "Muslims" who think this is cool, it is NOT. Our great prophet (PBUH) did not teach us to cause disturbance to others "الدين المعاملة"*. Damn shitty people thinking they are given a licence from God to do whatever they want as long as they are doing their religious duties and get this... &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taraweeh"&gt;Tarawee7 prayers&lt;/a&gt; are not compulsory. Baba go perform your compulsory duties properly first then think about annoying others just to do these prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/115/279068564_fd79c7bef1_b.jpg" title="Bad Muslim"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/115/279068564_fd79c7bef1.jpg" alt="prayer" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, check this shit out from one of our trips to Saudi Arabia. Unfortunately we do not like Saudis, well not all of them. There are a lot of good people as well. But the bad are more. So before any "good" Saudis come cry-babying on us that we are so good n cool ppl, WE FUCKING KNOW. But look at what your people do in Bahrain judging by the pics above and from other pics as posted before and from what other Bahrainis see and from what we will keep highlighting here. 70% of your people are shitty and plain savages. GET OVER IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Al-Rashid Mall when we saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/84/279068556_85154f05d0_b.jpg" title="Hay2a Fuckers"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/84/279068556_85154f05d0.jpg" alt="No Women Allowed!" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there lauging my ass off. Suddenly I went quiet cuz I decided that I didn't want to spend the night with a bunch of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Committee_for_the_Propagation_of_Virtue_and_the_Prevention_of_Vice"&gt;Hay2a&lt;/a&gt; rapists for laughing at their silly absurd regulations. Just took this shot discretely and then took off. Hey, at least &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Committee_for_the_Propagation_of_Virtue_and_the_Prevention_of_Vice"&gt;they&lt;/a&gt; do allow women to enter even if she was accompanied. Well not for long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later we came back on a shopping trip to Rashed Mall again only to be caught by this updated sign on the SAME fucking shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/111/279068559_9f2bc5ce76_b.jpg" title="Fucking Hay2a"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/111/279068559_9f2bc5ce76.jpg" alt="No Women Allowed 2" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked! Only 2 weeks back it was OK for women to get in as long as they were accompanied. Now they are NOT allowed AT ALL... PERIOD!!!! I just stood there laughing and this time I didn't give a fuck about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Committee_for_the_Propagation_of_Virtue_and_the_Prevention_of_Vice"&gt;the hay2a&lt;/a&gt; being there or not. They are the most backwarded entity I have ever seen. I have no further comments on this thing. I leave it up to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that have a wonderful time and we are back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Roughly translated: "Religion is how you deal with others"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-116184320418108143?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116184320418108143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=116184320418108143&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/116184320418108143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/116184320418108143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-eid.html' title='Happy Eid...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115788820635484672</id><published>2006-09-10T14:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:48:40.416+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rab Musik Good, No?</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent me an email with a song made by a bunch of Bahraini ‎teenagers about BATELCO that was actually around a couple of months ago, ‎right about the time when the whole BATELCO internet charges fuss started. And ‎I bet a lot of you guys probably either received or heard this song somewhere.  ‎When I first heard it, I was in tears. I laughed my ass off! I actually thought that ‎these people made a song for the purpose of giving people a good laugh. It ‎sounded like a good piece of comedy material to be honest, but I was struck ‎when I found out that… these people were actually serious!!!!!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people really know who made the song... till now...‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy sent me this link to check out the people behind the music. ‎Apparently they call themselves &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A-Unit&lt;/span&gt;! Ok, I honestly don’t know where to start ‎with these people… A-Unit? What the hell is that supposed to mean?? Ass-‎Unit?? What a rip off! Next thing you know there’s a guy calling himself “Dr. Dais*‎‎“ or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for some reason, everyone in the country is into hip-hop again. And suddenly ‎rap/hip-hop music is considered so popular and hip that it’s played early in the ‎morning on the &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/96shite-fm.html"&gt;goddamn radio&lt;/a&gt; and there are some people who try so hard to ‎look and sound and act like these hip-hoppers/gangsters/fags. Just take a quick ‎ride around East/West Riffa or Madeenaa areas, and see for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now for the good stuff...‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are these guys thinking??? Ok so you’re probably thinking that I’m ‎just an asshole that likes to make fun of people because I’m jealous and can’t get ‎laid or blah blah blah.. But trust me.. Go to their website &lt;a href="http://www.a-unit.org"&gt;a-unit.org&lt;/a&gt; and JUDGE ‎for yourself! ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK let’s start with the site link itself... “.org”??? What kind of an “organization” is ‎this???!!!!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at this picture taken from the site... and let’s go through the (How to ‎take a good Rap album cover picture 101)...‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/aunit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/aunit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I actually wasted my time and listened to the crap they made... I ‎think the website should come with a warning: Not suitable for the weak hearted, ‎pregnant women, people with high blood pressure or anyone outside the ‎Madeena area!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you listen to their “material”, you start off by laughing so hard that you’ll ‎start tearing, and feel some pains in your stomach, possibly followed by vomiting ‎if you just had a meal, then the excessive laughing backfires and eventually ‎switch to a sad mood and forget how to laugh, its like when you see someone ‎retarded, or a vegetable, you cant really laugh at them now can you??‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man… for once I’m speechless; I don’t think there’s a point in making fun of ‎these guys because I really don’t know where to begin... I’ll just leave all the ‎comments to you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t end there!!! HELL NO!! I discovered a link within the site that leads ‎to a whole region-wide idiocy! Check out &lt;a href="http://www.rapq8.com/"&gt;http://www.rapq8.com&lt;/a&gt;... And simply ‎click on the pictures tab, which should be enough to keep you laughing for the ‎next month or so... (Don’t say I didn’t warn you)...‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures below should explain what the site is all about...‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/rabber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/rabber.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the website was made by blind dyslexic baboons or something, seriously, ‎what’s up with the guy and the teddy bears??? Is it a new gangsta thing? Am I ‎THAT old that I don’t get it or something?  And check out the black dude, I ‎wonder how many bottles of hair straighteners he used... ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes you think why it’s illegal to own guns in this country! Oh well, I guess &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;the baseball bat&lt;/a&gt; will have to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the pictures weren’t enough, try to listen to their “albums”, there’s even a ‎‎“Rabber” from Bahrain that sounds like a 9 year old Madeena Sand-Nigger ‎chocking on dick... Classic.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word to the all the “Rabbers” out there:  I know that Tupac, Eazy-E, Big Pun ‎and Biggie are dead, but that doesn’t mean that all rappers are gone and it’s your ‎job to save the music genre!  Dr. Dre is still out there, Snoop Dogg is still doing ‎his “thang”, other rappers like DMX, Xzibit, Method man, Cypress Hill ARE STILL ‎OUT THERE!!  Here’s a tip for you “Rabbers” to help you improve your music:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎1.‎ Learn some English.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;‎2.‎ Learn some goddamn English.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;‎3.‎ Learn some fucking English.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;‎4.‎ Make your own tunes; it’s not a goddamn Karaoke.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;‎5.‎ Learn some more Mother fucking English.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I received an article the other day about a Bahraini singer that ‎formed a band and released a rock album in the UK. The article stated that the ‎lead vocalist/songwriter is actually a member of the royal family and that he ‎studied in the US and from there he started getting more into his music and crap ‎like that...‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me just stop there... honestly... where the hell did the afro come from????‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/bmd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/320/bmd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So apparently, he states that his music was influenced by living in a controversial ‎environment. Of a Muslim growing up in a catholic school… OK, now is it me or ‎artists (even wannabe artists) just seem to love describing shit from their ‎background/past and life experiences and make it look really sad and influential? ‎Kinda like the crap you see on VH-1 interviews… I mean come on man… you ‎grew up as a rich brat showered with money, going to Saint Chris (the so called ‎catholic school), where most of the rich brats go to in the first place...‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, is being rich nowadays so hard on people that it inspires them to go ‎and write music?? What happened to being poor? Going to a goddamn shitty ass ‎public school? Being raped by students/teachers? Getting shit for food? Not ‎having parents? Being bullied? Having no electricity?? Living in Bukawara?? ‎What does all that do to you then??? ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be dead hard to go to a private school, having a hot blonde white-ass rich ‎girlfriend, getting blowjobs at recess, getting a sports car at the age of 15, being ‎loved by everyone, going abroad to study whatever the hell you want to, having ‎your own place to live in..... It must be so fucking painful!!! I feel sorry for this ‎dude... ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well judging from the Lenny Kravitz sound alike sissy fag music produced, I ‎guess that says it all...‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e2/Manbearpig_Drawing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e2/Manbearpig_Drawing.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus what's with the name "BrotherManDude" eh? Are they trying to come up with a cool name? Kinda reminds me of that retarded creature Al Gore created in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ManBearPig"&gt;South Park episode "ManBearPig"&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ManBearPig&lt;/span&gt; -----------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder why public school kids are really into DEATH metal eh??‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this... I'll go listen to music made by really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;poor&lt;/span&gt; people... Now, where did I ‎put my Metallica CD?‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‎*Dais: local slang terminology for boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This article has been sent to us by EPB, should we include him in the team or not? Due to popular demand and cuz a lot have suggested that since he's our high guardian that he should be a part of us, we don't mind since he is on the same line as us! Please vote, there is a poll on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115788820635484672?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115788820635484672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115788820635484672&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115788820635484672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115788820635484672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/09/rab-musik-good-no.html' title='Rab Musik Good, No?'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115538587674380977</id><published>2006-08-12T15:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T15:56:00.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Skills...</title><content type='html'>With all the idiocy going on everywhere in the country. The Moroor* Slacking off, the Ministry of Housing making people wait for 25,000 years to get a shithole of a house or a BD40k Loan that won't even buy them a land the size of a 1-inch square tile and  the Ministry of Information blocking sites, or even worse, &lt;a href="http://earth.google.com"&gt;Google Earth&lt;/a&gt;. What the hell is this country coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me laugh real hard was reading about new curriculums for school students approved by the dinosaurish Ministry of Education in &lt;a href="http://www.akhbar-alkhaleej.com"&gt;Akhbar-Alkhaleej&lt;/a&gt; (credit due to them for publishing hilarious articles!). One of these curriculums is about “Life Skills”. It’s about time you idiots, but why now? And what on earth are you going to teach those students? Life Skills my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/lifeskills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/lifeskills.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this will teach them on how to deal with people or situations that arise on a day-to-day basis. You want them to learn about real life situations? Then take them on field trips to service-oriented ministries or departments such as the Traffic Directorate, Immigration &amp; Passports and Health Centers (+ Salmaniya Hospital) etc... There they will learn how to kiss ass to get what they want, otherwise they would rot in long queues until their legs go numb or collapse due to their asses not being able to withstand the pressure of standing for 7 hours. Instead of taking them on field trips to Adhari Park or El7adeeqa Elmaa2eyya** year after year after year, just take them to those ministries and give them real life exercises on how to deal with different situations. And award the ones who achieve their goals with accolades such as “Ass-kisser of the Year” or “Cocksucker of the Month”. I can give you a few suggestions on where to take them and scenarios of how to deal with situations. This will be also dependent on how advanced they will get in these courses. With high performers taken into more blood-boiling pressure-rising employee-slacking government entities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a sort of a "Bahrain survival guide" right?  I mean you could teach kids how to evade doing any work at a workplace and yet still get credit for it... You can learn that from any government sector employee… Even with some "private" sector or "semi-government entities" on how to piss off an honest customer who has a small deposit to make (teacher required: any &lt;a href="http://www.nbbonline.com"&gt;NBB&lt;/a&gt; teller, Fuckers!!!)... That process shouldn’t take more than 5 minutes! Yet somehow, they manage to keep you waiting for an hour next to a guy with a serious B.O. problem (I’ll leave this for another libbie ;P). Kids will have to be taught how to make an accident look like it's the other guy’s fault EVEN THOUGH it’s actually his own fault... Knowing moroor* officers is essential here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s that son? You want to be a moqawil*** when you grow up and get loads of Indians cheap and don’t know where to put them?  Easy... Learn from that dumbass that put 200 odd HUMAN BEINGS and stuck them in a building that cant take more than 15 and -get this- it's made of WOOD, fucking blaiwit****! Problem solved... till a disaster occurs and you get your ass harassed by human rights activists... Oh yeah and eventually the government AFTER they have covered your sorry ass up and people KNOW that they have been covering your shitty ass due to 1) Corruption, 2) Bribery or 3) Parternship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids are our future... And judging from the looks of the primary school children, I feel nothing but dread from trying to imagine how these morons are going to take over the country from us... Let’s just kill the dumb ones and leave the intelligent!  But… Then again, the population of Bahrain will dwindle down to like, what, 237 only?  SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where on God's green earth is that &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;baseball bat&lt;/a&gt;? I am afraid that the Customs Department saw that &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; and decided to BAN EVERY SINGLE BASEBALL BAT that is about to enter Bahrain! Fucking cheap-ass labor. And they say poor Indians or Bangalis***** are cheap labor. The government employees are "cheap" labour, cheap in quality, that is. Because they tend to punish ALL for a fuckup of one person whom they originally backed up! What gives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Traffic Police &lt;br /&gt;** Water Garden in Salmaniya&lt;br /&gt;*** Contractor&lt;br /&gt;**** Plywood&lt;br /&gt;***** Bangladeshians&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115538587674380977?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115538587674380977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115538587674380977&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115538587674380977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115538587674380977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-skills.html' title='Life Skills...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115511650192842476</id><published>2006-08-09T12:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T08:52:48.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Encounter of a MORON Kind!‎</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/tabaq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/tabaq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly translated, a Sri Lankan couple took this UNDENIABLE PROOF of a picture that space ships have indeed visited our lovely little kingdom. Yes the flying saucer was seen circling Tubli Bay, possibly looking for intelligent life to beam up and examine. The joke’s on you aliens: You came to the wrong place, and you obviously have not been reading this blog! The only &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/south-park/cartman-gets-an-anal-probe/episode/1984/summary.html?tag=ep_list;ep_title;3"&gt;anal probing&lt;/a&gt; that’ll be done is by Riffa niggers on your own asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is that anyway? It’s a drop of sweat on a camera lens man! Or a fucking drop of water from all this Goddamn humidity that is suffocating us. Otherwise it’s a cheap plastic bag, like the ones u get in cold stores, floating with the fumes of Sitra (caused by stinky Sitra B.O.). Whatever it is, I can’t believe our newspapers have now stooped so low as to print a glorified redneck tabloid story. But maybe the reason the poor Sri Lankan guy went to the press in the first place was because he was afraid the Ministry of Information might block his site if he uploaded the picture somewhere (you know, &lt;a href="http://yro.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=06/08/07/1944213"&gt;like they did with FUCKING GOOGLE EARTH&lt;/a&gt;!). If we publish this picture in our blog, are WE gonna get blocked too? I wouldn’t be surprised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I think it IS aliens. Yeah it’s that little alien family that just left their &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-no.html"&gt;30,000 year old home under Alba to get some more green sludge&lt;/a&gt; from their home planet. Or maybe it was some new alien species coming to work for the BDF or Salmaniya Hospital. OOPS, someone forgot to switch on the cloaking device! Well, I guess it’s yet another reason to &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;own an Sc777 Alloy Baseball Bat&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/thassadar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/thassadar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[UPDATE]&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Apparently, the nincompoops at the Ministry of Information realised what kind of backwarded shitheads they are and due to the massive pressure by the public they realized the idiocy and the error of their ways and decided to bring back &lt;a href="http://earth.google.com"&gt;Goole Earth&lt;/a&gt;. That's the only good thing that you idiots did in a long time, actually maybe ever!!! They have asked Google to block the sensitive areas only. You morons should have thought about that from the beginning instead of opting for the easy solution and that's to FUCK every single one just to please a bunch of cry-babies. Next time, do the right thing, not do what you think is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115511650192842476?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115511650192842476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115511650192842476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115511650192842476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115511650192842476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/close-encounter-of-moron-kind.html' title='Close Encounter of a MORON Kind!‎'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115433140430186415</id><published>2006-07-31T10:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T08:03:26.853+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Inc.‎</title><content type='html'>The comments from the last article inspired one of our writers (the writer of the previous ‎educational article "&lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/work-work-zug-zug.html"&gt;Work Work… Zug Zug…&lt;/a&gt;") to write yet another educational article. This time ‎about anger management which simply gives you tips on how to avoid anger and how to ‎unleash it. Think of this as a “Anger Management in Bahrain 101”. ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/anger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following tips will help you avoid anger build-up:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid driving:&lt;/strong&gt; Driving in this country is a pain in the ass. Traffic jams build ‎up road rage even for the calmest person. Thanks to Saudi and Qatari drivers ‎and morons from our own country, driving is never a pleasant experience. ‎Unless you’re parked at home, then maybe you’d either suffocate or die of ‎boredom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid co-workers:&lt;/strong&gt; Most co-workers are a pain in the ass. What’s even ‎worse, managers. If you happen to be one of the fortunate ones who work in ‎a shitty cubicle, then count your blessings, because you can easily go through ‎an entire working day without having to deal with morons. And most of all, ‎try to stay away from meetings, cause meetings are nothing but a waste of ‎corporate time and nothing but an excuse for people to pretend they are ‎doing something creative or making critical decisions, as if you can’t do that ‎over the phone or via email.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid work:&lt;/strong&gt; Instead of getting pissed off avoiding co-workers, just skip ‎work, period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid watching local TV:&lt;/strong&gt; Local TV stations such as Bahrain TV (Arabic ‎and English languages), still look like the same piece of shit they were back ‎in the 70s and 80s. If you are into retro, and in need of some 80s flashback, ‎just tune in BTV for few minutes (do not exceed 5 minutes, you might burn a ‎few brain cells or actually blow them up) and then simply switch the TV off, ‎or switch to a cable/satellite channel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid extremists:&lt;/strong&gt; Although its not as bad as Saudi where you find them on ‎the street, extremists can be found in some gatherings, like weddings or ‎funerals. No matter what you do, do not sit next to them, even if that means ‎you have to stand up for 5 hours. If the stink coming from their beards ‎wasn’t enough to make you want to squeeze your balls till they pop, the ‎lectures you’ll be getting about religion and what they think is the proper ‎way of living, is enough to make you kill yourself and 10 others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid shopping malls:&lt;/strong&gt; As we explained in previous articles, shopping malls ‎are infested with Saudis, Qataris, brats, bitches and fags. So taking a simple ‎‎5 minute walk in any major shopping mall will be enough to make you want ‎to make someone eat their own vomit while you kick them in the jaw and ‎burn their body hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid Bukawara:&lt;/strong&gt; Not sure if this needs a lot of explanation, but if the ‎thought of seeing Qataris chasing women and Riffai fucks sitting in front of ‎a grocery store wasn’t enough to make you &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;order the alloy bat&lt;/a&gt;, I don’t know what is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid government sectors:&lt;/strong&gt; Although what seems like a simple task, such as ‎renewing you CPR or drivers license, the 7 hour queue with a bunch of ‎smelly idiots while waiting for his majesty the counter guy to actually do ‎something like stamping your papers “which seams like an ultimately ‎impossible task to him”, you will probably have killed/punched/raped a lot of ‎people by that time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid going out on Thursdays:&lt;/strong&gt; Where most are probably out somewhere and ‎doing something because it’s the beginning of the weekend. I suggest sitting ‎at home with a good movie/game/book/dildo rather than to try and go out. It ‎would probably take you 3 hours to reach anywhere, and 3 hours to get ‎home, meaning you’d probably spend less than 2 hours doing whatever it ‎was your supposed to do. Or probably not do that because you were late and ‎couldn’t get there on time, or you have killed a lot of people and got arrested.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid using the internet:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks to our shitty slow broadband connection, ‎just a mere usage of normal browsing to attempts to view some porn, can ‎make anyone frustrated. And if you happen to enjoy online gaming, then the ‎amount of lag can make the best of players feel like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noob"&gt;n00bs&lt;/a&gt; to other players ‎online. Sadly, many a good PC has suffered the tragedy of being thrown out ‎the window.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid Radio Bahrain:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/96shite-fm.html"&gt;Didn’t we learn anything from that yet?&lt;/a&gt; If you don’t ‎agree with their beliefs that “Britney spears and 50 cent are the best artists in ‎the world”, then obviously you’ll end up punching some poor animal in the ‎face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I can go all day with the avoidances, you might end up living in a box by ‎the end of the day, so lets have a quick look at some ways of unleashing anger:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punch yourself:&lt;/strong&gt; If you don’t like to start a fight, or end up being jumped on ‎by huge guys (which in most cases ends up you getting raped by them), then ‎punching yourself is always an excellent method to give yourself a time out ‎and think about what pissed you. Which makes you angry again, so simply ‎repeat the process.&lt;/li&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get a punching bag:&lt;/strong&gt; Usually sold in most sport shops, you can get a nice ‎punching bag, or a punching body, which looks like a dude, so you can dress ‎him up with a nice “FCUK” T-shirt and cool shades, maybe add a Gucci ‎baseball cap, and BAAM, punch the shit out of that fucker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/fcukpunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/fcukpunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punch FCUKers:&lt;/strong&gt; Why punch a doll when you can punch a &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/seef-mall.html"&gt;real moron ‎wearing a FCUK t-shirt&lt;/a&gt; right in the nose?‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pre-order a baseball bat:&lt;/strong&gt; As &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html"&gt;previewed in the last article&lt;/a&gt;, what seems like a ‎good method of hurting Saudis, could be applied on annoying family members and friends too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masturbate:&lt;/strong&gt; Unleashing your load is another way to “cool-down”. You’d ‎feel much calmer after you do, and forget about what pissed you off. The ‎only downside of that is that you’ll probably have some sick thoughts of ‎hurting/punching/raping people or animals during the process, which could ‎lead to actually enjoying that shit… Don’t say I didn’t warn you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scream:&lt;/strong&gt; Although not preferred to do so at home, try driving and screaming. ‎Nothing feels better than screaming your lungs off on your way to and from ‎work, which makes people stare at you and give you weird looks, so you can ‎laugh at them later. Also, I suggest playing some loud Heavy Metal music in ‎the background and creating a backing screaming effect, which makes the ‎song kick even more ass (look for Pantera’s suicide note part 2), and you ‎might actually become a proper black metal vocalist if you keep that up ‎everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kick some brats:&lt;/strong&gt; Not wise if the parents are around, but tossing/kicking kids ‎around is always a fun thing to do. Don’t hit so you would bruise them ‎‎(leaving evidence behind is not wise), just enough to annoy them, or even ‎make them cry, then sit and laugh while you get away with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kick the cat:&lt;/strong&gt; Cats are everywhere, just take a peek outside your house, you’ll ‎probably find 6-7 of them around the dumpster, sneak behind one and ‎‎*BAAAM* watch the fucker fly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play drums:&lt;/strong&gt; If you can’t afford drums, then simply get a bunch of Nido milk ‎cans, and start bashing like a moron. You’ll feel better and make sounds ‎better than the drums on Metallica’s “Saint Anger” album.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch clips of Chuck Norris:&lt;/strong&gt; Easily found for download or streaming from ‎several websites. Nothing more pleasing than watching Mr. Norris whoop ‎some ass. Might actually get you pumped to try out punching FCUKers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call a helpline:&lt;/strong&gt; Doesn’t matter which one, but your telephone/bank helpline ‎is one way of getting away with screaming at people, and get treated like a ‎king. Make sure they got a “customer’s always right” policy otherwise they ‎might hang up or yell back!‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write an article about anger:&lt;/strong&gt; Errrrrrr......‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you know!!! That worked... Now I gotta think of something to get ‎me angry again...&lt;br /&gt;That should take like 5 seconds..... ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this, here kitty kitty kitty kittttyyyyy KITTYYYYY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[LiB Sidenote]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have just read in today's paper this article about changing the government weekend to Fridays and Saturdays instead of the old Thursday/Friday weekend. I was going to write about that, but damn, it's ABOUT FUCKING TIME YOU MORONS. We Bahrainis have been talking about this shit for years yet Qatar went ahead and did it in 2003, and they have been discussing it for years here while the UAE announced that it's going to be effective from 1 Sep. That pissed me off that we Bahrainis are all talk but no action. Finally something good came out of this and apparently and according to the article in the newspaper it means we also get to have a unified weekend with the private sector starting September 1st. Again, IT' S ABOUT FUCKING TIME..... and this goes out to all the fuckers who opposed this. Especially extremists who know nothing but allowing ninjas to drive and fucking dinosaurs who have two years left to go fucking retarded (oops I mean retired) and still they don't wanna change the system, fucking morons, you are going to leave anyways you motherfucking cunts and to those selfish bastards who already share the same weekend days with their wife/spouse/gay ass lover, see, they don't give a fuck about anyone else but themselves, to hell with the others. I say good for you Bahrain, and it's a good thing that the government didn't listen to the shitheads and went ahead with what's good for the country socially and economically. When will the damn retards living in this Retarddom of Bahrain learn to put the group interest ahead of individual interests? Never I guess. Damn, fucking dinosaurs should have gone extinct 65 fucking million years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/weekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/weekend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115433140430186415?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115433140430186415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115433140430186415&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115433140430186415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115433140430186415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/anger-inc.html' title='Anger Inc.‎'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115389196375450979</id><published>2006-07-26T08:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:34:48.703+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Fly With Me…‎</title><content type='html'>Summer time, where people try to escape the hell we live in, for many good ‎reasons. Whether it was the unbearable hot temperatures, the shit traffic filled ‎roads, the school kids that infest different areas or simply the people you have to ‎deal with every single day.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are many airline choices now, if you happen to be a moron, then ‎you probably have tried flying with Gulf Air at least once in you life time. But I’d ‎probably think its either you got the ticket for free, or was forced into flying with ‎them, cause honestly I cant think of any logical reason to fly with these people.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, for a company that has been in the business for almost 50 years (yes, ‎its been that long, Was actually in business since 1950. But the company as ‎‎“Gulf Air” was established in 1974), you think they would actually do something to ‎improve their service. OK, I’m not talking about improving the shitty smelly ‎economy seats (because apparently economy class people are not people, they ‎are insects, lowlifes, e3yaal elkhaddaama*. So they have to thank god they ‎actually get a seat to sit on!!!), I’m simply talking about actually flying ON TIME!  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/lateair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/320/lateair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the love of God! I’m trying to reach wherever I’m going on time. Why do I ‎have to reach everywhere 6-7 hours late? What’s with all the delays?  What if I ‎had a connecting flight? Other airliners that are on time won’t actually wait for my ‎highness to arrive. Don’t they have project/schedule managers that actually ‎calculate the time needed to re-fuel a damn plane? Don’t they have technicians ‎that actually calculate the time needed for repairs? Or actually arrange an ‎alternative plane instead of the wing-less one? Or throw us in another goddamn ‎plane for the love of god.... I’m just trying to get the fuck out of here!!!!!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened to me a few years back, when I was still a student. My ‎plane was supposed to depart from Bahrain at half past midnight. It actually took ‎off a whole hour late. I was wearing this damn seatbelt just waiting for the ‎seatbelt sign to go off, cuz I was about to piss in my pants. Plus I was awake ‎since 6am that morning and I was soo tired and also was thirsty. I couldn’t take it ‎anymore so I slept on the hope that I would wake up and the sign was off. I woke ‎up a couple of hours later, it was 3 am now and that seatbelt sign was STILL ON! ‎WTF, I slept again and woke up on the captain’s voice telling us that we were ‎heading to Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi? I thought we were heading to London. What ‎on earth is going on? Apparently, there was a problem with the landing gear and ‎it couldn’t go up so the captain was flying on a low altitude and speed. We landed ‎in Abu Dhabi, were kept there for 7 fucking long hours cuz they didn’t wanna ‎replace the plane and analyze the faulty one, they tried to fix it and after 7 hours ‎they couldn’t so THEN they decided to change the plane. This cost me to lose ‎my connecting flight to Glasgow and what did they give us during those 7 hours? ‎A fucking shitty food breakfast coupon. Fucking shitty food which was even ‎shittier than the plane food itself. I’d rather have gruel over plane food.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the regular delay dilemmas of Gulf Air, I faced another 6+ hours of ‎delaying just last year when I was in Kuwait. First of all, I had booked a first class ‎ticket on my return so that I earn some mileage to get a better frequent flyer card. ‎On the day of my return and only 3 hours before the fucking flight I was called by ‎the esteemed Gulf Air people telling me that my booking on first class would be ‎downgraded because they had “technical difficulties” with the plane and they had ‎to change it with a smaller one. Why not replace the faulty plane with one of the ‎same model? What a bunch of fuckers. There goes my extra mileage cuz instead ‎of awarding me the full mileage they punish me twice, by changing the plane and ‎then not awarding me the mileage for their fuckup. I sat in the tiny shitty lounge ‎waiting for the flight, when this Gulf Air fucker came to one of the passengers and ‎told him there will be a 2 hour delay. He didn’t come asking for whoever was ‎heading to Bahrain, he just went to one passenger and told him! Then we ‎intervened and had a word or two with this fucker. Then a couple of hours later ‎he comes and says that the flight will be delayed by another 4 hours! And they ‎took us to a hotel room until we got the flight. When we asked why the delay they ‎said that the plane had “technical difficulties”. OH COME ON FUCKERS, all your ‎planes are facing technical difficulties. And all you’re good at is upgrading the ‎planes to your London customers by them being the first people you offer your ‎‎“outstanding” services to. Agool 3oqdat el 7omor lel7een o lain baacher betkoon ‎feekom, fuckers. ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bunch of people I know, that got their plane delayed for 4 hours. Imagine ‎saying goodbye, then see them sit in the fucking airport for 4 hours waiting to ‎leave. What kind of bullshit is that? And it’s not just the delays, bookings are shit ‎too!  I know another bunch that got their bookings cancelled. And get this, THEY ‎BOOKED FIRST CLASS! Im not talking about those free ass tickets you get that ‎you have to wait and hope that you get a seat on a plane.. NO! I’m talking about ‎pre-booked full fare first class tickets! Seriously, would someone please explain ‎to me what “booking a ticket” or “reserve” means?  Cause I don’t think these ‎people understand what these words actually mean? So let me get this straight, ‎I’m paying for a goddamn first class ticket, and I’m BOOKING a flight on a certain ‎date, only to find out that the plane was “over-booked”??? HOW THE FUCK ‎would a plane be OVER-booked in the fisrt place?? Don’t these people know ‎how many seats are available on the plane? Don’t these people realise that ‎people that paid and booked are the people should get on the fucking plane? ‎Where did all these extras come from???‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this hassle for what? Shit ass seats and crappy flight attendants. And no slutty ‎ones either. Oh and what’s with the crappy uniform? Show some cleavage!!! Make my ‎money’s worth, bitch!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/brochure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/brochure.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you’ll see any female flight attendants. All you will see is a bunch of people that are ‎supposed to be “women”, but don’t even come close. Nothing but a bunch of old shits ‎who wear 60s make-up and have wrinkles all over!  Mile high club my ass.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what’s even worse, you’re probably get a bunch of fucking Bahraini people from Sitra ‎with gelled back hair, and smelling of hair food, who will  give you a shitty attitude unless ‎you happen to be from Sitra, then you’ll be treated like a king!  Khar kussa maadar jinda ‎pedar sagg**!!!!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/gulfair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/gulfair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they come and tell me "support your national carrier". National carrier my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this, I’ll get me a boat and row my way to Thailand.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‎*E3yaal Elkhaddama: literally means “children of the servant or housemaid”‎&lt;br /&gt;‎** Intense swearwords, you don’t wanna know ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115389196375450979?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115389196375450979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115389196375450979&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115389196375450979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115389196375450979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/come-fly-with-me.html' title='Come Fly With Me…‎'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115372162875905714</id><published>2006-07-24T08:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:19:53.270+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, NO !‎</title><content type='html'>It seems like, with all the problems that we have in Bahrain, we are going to have another ‎one. And this time it’s environmental. According to today’s article in Akhbar Al-Khaleej ‎they have discovered some slime or sludge near ALBA (who do nothing to contribute to ‎our economy). Some dipshits might say that they do contribute, what’s that? BD 10 or 20 ‎mil? How much did the damn thing cost? There is something called ROI, asswipes. All ‎that besides “under the table” dealings of course.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/Alba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Alba.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this sludge was red and lifeless in the beginning, now it’s green and has attracted ‎mosquitos and insects! What next? Fucking mutated life forms? Yeah, like we don’t have ‎enough mutants in Bahrain already. Just go to Riffa, Hamad Town, Isa Town and visit the ‎BDF and police stations and you will know what I mean. They’re infested with mutants. ‎Now this? I hope this slimy stinky swamp doesn’t produce the kind of creatures we only ‎see in movies like Species (I and II) or fucking Total Recall.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/albakuato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/albakuato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ALBA was built by aliens some 30,000 years ago and there is a hidden colony ‎underneath it!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this shit, I will book a space shuttle to the Moon, maybe I will find CLEAN AIR there.‎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115372162875905714?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115372162875905714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115372162875905714&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115372162875905714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115372162875905714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-no.html' title='Oh, NO !‎'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115363334163743756</id><published>2006-07-23T08:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:23:25.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This Baby is on its Way to Bahrain…‎</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/SC777Bat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/SC777Bat.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And it will be ready to crunch some bones hahahahahahahaha.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Made with the new Sc777 Triple Seven alloy - the &lt;strong&gt;strongest alloy&lt;/strong&gt; ever made for bats. Total-‎peen, anodized finish. Exclusive new Blasting Cap extends the barrel and enlarges the sweet ‎spot of the bat for &lt;strong&gt;improved balance, sound and feel&lt;/strong&gt;. The extended barrel and Triple 7 alloy ‎construction combine to provide a &lt;strong&gt;super-strong bat&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;explosive power&lt;/strong&gt;.‎&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that? Improved balance, sound and feel. Oooh I can hear the sound of battered bones of ‎Saudis already! This thing will teach any trash people to respect my authoritah. With the things ‎have been going on in the Middle East recently. The need to protect ourselves and our families ‎has become a necessity. Too bad we can’t own guns, yet. Wait till World War III erupts then we ‎might have some weapons! Seriously, what the hell is going on? Poor Lebanese people being ‎ravaged by the Israeli army. Regardless of whose fault it is, the thing has happened and that’s ‎that. Now it’s clear to the whole world what America and Britain REALLY think and how ‎supportive to Israel they are.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to the bat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bat will be used to show those Saudis who play with our rules who’s boss. If our police and ‎traffic police forces are sissies. Then I think it’s a national obligation that true patriots show ‎outsiders that they are more than welcome and that we are very hospitable and tolerant as long as they are really cool people and are not ignorant ‎about our rules. It will also be used against our own ignorant people who don’t give a fuck about ‎nothing. This will also be a useful tool against some of our esteemed wrestlers, oops I mean ‎parliamentarians. I suggest that they buy some of those bats to use in their parliamentary ‎sessions. I will be more than glad to be the vendor for these bats and can offer a wider range of ‎variety of bats to choose from. Damn baboons.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another potential victims of this marvelous bat would be the sand-niggers of Riffa who have ‎nothing better to do with their time than loiter around Bukuwara Road and jump with their bikes in ‎front of cars in the middle of the fucking street. What the fuck is up your asses? ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also love to see this bat come down on the backs of fucked up parents. You know, the ‎ones who are fucked up to the bone and they think that they did a great job raising their shitty ‎spoiled kids. They think that their kids are angels and that they NEVER do anything wrong. Even ‎when there are tons of evidence against them, they still refuse to admit it. Not all parents are ‎shitty, some of those kids are influenced by the drug addicts who live on the streets and some ‎poor parents have given up hope. These are not my concern, my concern is the parents whose ‎kids get caught so they go to the school principal/police officer/judge and shout and scream at ‎them that their kids have done nothing, even if a fucking camera has caught them they still say that the camera is a liar and someone framed them, WHAT? Go fuck ‎yourselves next time, idiots.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this bat will be a great asset and shall be remembered by all in this great country. Mostly ‎will be remembered by the dipshits and assholes and they will eventually learn to respect my ‎authoritaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I have to wait for this damn thing to arrive? Fuck it, I will use a fire extinguisher for now, it'll have to do.‎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115363334163743756?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115363334163743756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115363334163743756&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115363334163743756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115363334163743756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-baby-is-on-its-way-to-bahrain.html' title='This Baby is on its Way to Bahrain…‎'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115323160558389137</id><published>2006-07-18T16:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:06:45.603+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just Show Your Face Everyday"...</title><content type='html'>You know why Bahrain will never advance? I mean we do advance but VERY slowly. It’s the shitty mentalities that we have. I mean look, the stone ages ended about 15,000 fucking years ago! We talk about improving efficiency, doing things with less complication blah blah yadda yadda… Go shove all that flashy talk up your asses cuz none of it will ever happen if you keep acting like the shitheads that you are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still want people to work like they used to in the fucking 30s. Go to your office on time, sit there, and leave when it’s time to leave. You’re a perfect employee if you do that, apparently. But heaven forbid you should go for a meeting or to another floor or office to get your work done. You’re considered as a lazy bum who’s never in and never gets any work done! Hey dipshits, what about the work that’s actually being done? Eh? Fuckheads? So you want me to come in, sit for 7 fucking hours and then leave. That makes me a perfect worker to you right? Even if I don’t get anything done? What the fuck kind of mentality is that? There are technologies nowadays that allow you to work from fucking Mars without having to physically be in the office. No, you just have to be in your goddamn cubicle until your ass goes numb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/cubcile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/cubcile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is slow, newer leaders are taking over, eventually. Still we see those bureaucratic bullshit going on everyday, and what’s worse. Even the new generation, instead of improving, are turning into a carbon copy of their shitty dinosaurish bosses. Fucking moronic drones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if I had my own business with a good income, I would never have to work like a fucking slave ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking workmates not seeing you in the office, they go to the big boss telling him that this guy is “never around”. The big boss, seeing your actual work being achieved, doesn’t defend poor me. He tells me to show up more in the office and apologizes to the fucking whining motherfuckers who went petitioning to him. FUCK YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay if that’s what you want, I will be your pretty office boy, I will come everyday, even on weekends, from 9-4, sit and do nothing and then leave. I bet I will get a better end of year appraisal than the rest of the dipshits in the office cuz I will be there on time, do nothing and show the big boss my pretty face. Burn in hell dickwads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this, I will go rob a bank and go on early retirement. If I get caught I pay a BD50 fine and then live off the hidden cash. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115323160558389137?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115323160558389137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115323160558389137&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115323160558389137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115323160558389137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-show-your-face-everyday.html' title='&quot;Just Show Your Face Everyday&quot;...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115270924231993060</id><published>2006-07-12T15:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:02:09.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Summer...</title><content type='html'>Summer is here, or I think it is. One day we get a 50 degrees centigrade temperature outside. The next day is cloudy and windy… Oh well who cares, let's hope it passes fast cause the heat is really getting to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went a bit off-topic there. So mainly, summer time is where kids finish school and university. And start rampaging in the streets (kinda like those monkeys mentioned in Akhbar al-Khaleej on 12th June). With nothing to do but sit around for hours and hours doing absolutely nothing. Seriously, I don’t understand what’s with teenagers and sitting in front of a grocery store… what’s up with that??  Where’s the fun in that? What's the fucking point? I actually went there the other day (and by there I mean the damned Bu Kuwara Road), and actually sat next to a grocery store, where a group of annoying sand-niggers were sitting a couple of feet away. I sat for a minute before I lit a cigarette and started smoking, finished smoking in like 2 minutes, then got bored, and left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I tried, I just didn’t get it, and what is it all about? Why do I wanna sit on my ass for 6 hours in front of a stinky grocery store in a stink shit-filled neighborhood??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for our Manama friends.  Adliya Road is probably the equivalent to the shitty Bu Kuwara Road, where guys sit in front of 2 famous “sitting” spots, Habara Restaurant and Suraj Shawarma place... and of course you get the annoying bikers who just hang in front of Katkoot restaurant and rev-up every once in a while, then sit on their asses for 5 hours, before revving up their motorbikes again…try actually riding the fucking bikes you fucking good-for-nothing morons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, summer time is where you get annoying university trainees. Our company is infested with them. I mean my floor alone has around 10 annoying students. The guys are a bunch of geeks, and girls look like a bunch of whores who try to impress some hot-shot manager to hopefully fuck them and buy them a car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to the office now and it somehow feels like Dairy Queen in Salmaniya where all these annoying student fucks hangout. I'm trying to get some work done here. How can I get anything done when this bitch next to me is on the phone like 7 hours a day, while chewing her gum like a prostitute? And of course you get some other girls from other tables running around flirting or being flirted by the older employees, and non stop giggling…OH GOD MAKE IT STOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if these fucks actually tried learning something instead of giggling and SMSing each other all the time, they might get decent jobs when they graduate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *Silent Pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this shit! HAHAHA I crack myself up… HAHAHA getting jobs HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…Maybe if their daddies had good connections they will... otherwise... GOOD LUCK! HAHAHAHA getting a job… damn that’s funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, with the shit going on these days, it doesn’t matter if you have a PhD. It’s who you are and who you and your daddy know that gets you a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well that’s life… or is it? Summer blows. Maybe it's time for a vacation… Come to think of it, I don’t have any vacation days left!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this, I'll go ride with the Adliya bikers, maybe I'll fall and get me a sick leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/Adliya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Adliya.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115270924231993060?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115270924231993060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115270924231993060&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115270924231993060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115270924231993060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck-summer.html' title='Fuck Summer...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115253257930725139</id><published>2006-07-10T14:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:58:20.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of a Long Month…(a.k.a. The Other Side of the World Cup)</title><content type='html'>For a person who doesn’t give a shit about football (That's soccer to those idiots who call a sport where someone running HOLDING an oval shaped ball in their fucking arms FOOTball), this has been one hell of a month. Thank god it’s all over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I heard, all I saw, fucking football fever everywhere. People at work didn’t stop talking about it, people at coffee shops, people on the street, people on the net, every-fucking-where. I got so sick of that goddamned round ugly ball being kicked around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was invited to watch a few matches with a bunch of guys here and there. And I was entertaining myself by playing a song or a movie in my head. That really helped me to get through the long hour and a half of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a bunch of guys watching the final match last night (not that I wanted to be there but I was invited, plus they offered me dinner so I went). And through the match everyone was yelling and screaming and shit. In the end we cheered and clapped for both teams for giving a good show and trying their best, and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly on the way home, I went past Adliya road. Boy I wish I didn’t. Everyone was honking their horns and waving Italian flags and had their faces painted and screaming and getting out of their cars and shit. For a minute I thought there was a riot going on or something of that sort, but it was just a bunch of morons celebrating Italy winning the World Cup…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I understand you watching the game whether at home or outside and cheering the teams during the game. But what the hell is that all about? All you hear is a bunch of morons yelling “We won, we won”. We did??? I had to look at my passport for a second to make sure I was still in the right country. We won?? What the hell did we win?? And if we won, then who the hell are we??? Last time I checked, our country didn’t even come close to getting into the World Cup, not even winning anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I understand you dipshits cheering for Iran (since 70% of Bahrain’s population have Iranian roots), or an Arab team since our shitty team could not make it amongst football's elite. But Italy?? My mom didn’t tell me that we had family in Italy, nor have I ever been there… No one told me that people that live in &lt;em&gt;freej el mukharga&lt;/em&gt; have Italian roots?? And people from &lt;em&gt;Matam Bin-Saloom&lt;/em&gt; are originated from Sicily??? Or dipshits of &lt;em&gt;Riffa&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Isa Town&lt;/em&gt; came from Milan and Rome. Gimme a fucking break… *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/Iranfans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Iranfans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" /&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f" connecttype="rect"&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won my ass, you didn’t win shit. THEY DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="152" alt="Fans celebrate Italy's World Cup win outside the team hotel in Berlin" hspace="0" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41867000/jpg/_41867584_italyfans_ap203.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some guys at work came up to me and asked me whether I won or lost (by that apparently they meant whether I supported France or Italy). I just gave them a grin and said “I didn’t win anything. Italy won, so congrats to them”… We won my ass, I don’t remember seeing you running around the field sweating like a bitch for 2 hours???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually saw an Italian guy that works with me. And I congratulated him on the win, because HIS COUNTRY won. Not yours, not ours…Fucking good for nothing nincompoops…. And besides, it was his country that won and he didn’t seem to give two shits about the whole thing anyways although Italians are known for their flaming passion for football, so who should be rightfully celebrating…. Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit, I’ll go watch the &lt;em&gt;Teela**&lt;/em&gt; championships…… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*This is just to clarify that the areas of Bahrain we used are simply to emphasise the "Italianization" that some actually claim! YES! Bahrainis claim that they are so close to being Italian that only their names are not Italian! What the fuck!! Not that all are from these areas, this is for pure entertainment only.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Teela: Marbles (the ones that kids play with).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[LiB Teamleader's comments: Great article by our (other side of...) member, he is also the one who wrote the other side of F1 article. This is just a reminder that we in LiB Team have different opinions and interests and that you might find some of our articles contradicting, it's cuz not all are written by the same person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115253257930725139?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115253257930725139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115253257930725139&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115253257930725139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115253257930725139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-long-monthaka-other-side-of.html' title='The End of a Long Month…(a.k.a. The Other Side of the World Cup)'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-115019111639224435</id><published>2006-06-13T12:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:33:18.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Newly Launched World Cup Blog...</title><content type='html'>Well since it's World Cup time, we have dedicated a &lt;a href="http://w0rldcup.blogspot.com"&gt;separate blog&lt;/a&gt; to this great event which everyone, even those who aren't genuinely interested in football, follows. This is a worldwide event where nations compete for glory and fame and to have their names embedded in history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://w0rldcup.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/WorldCupLib.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you an enjoyable World Cup 2006 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-115019111639224435?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115019111639224435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=115019111639224435&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115019111639224435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/115019111639224435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-newly-launched-world-cup-blog.html' title='Our Newly Launched World Cup Blog...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-114730173722380164</id><published>2006-05-11T01:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:55:37.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Batelco + Morons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/batelco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/batelco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Batelco has &lt;a href="http://www.batelco.com/news.asp?ArticleID=1223"&gt;announced new broadband packages&lt;/a&gt;, can you call them broadband here in Bahrain? Hardly, but at least it gets by better than dial-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company has imposed threshold on the usage where it used to be unlimited. They have reduced the prices and doubled the speeds. Great! But wait, now instead of the unlimited usage I used to get I get a limit of a certain amount of GBs to download every month. If I exceed my limit, I get hit by a hefty bill where I get charged 10 Fils per extra megabyte, YES MEGAbyte not GIGAbyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is utterly and purely wrong, and it's exploitation at its best. However, we have a lot of shitty mentalities to thank. It's the idiots who connect the whole of a village or neighborhood to one or two ADSL lines and share the connection, causing the bandwidth to be exhausted. I know that this is only an excuse Batelco is using to justify the new packages. But it's kind of true. Now I am not defending the new packages, I am appalled by them. But I am sure it wouldn't have happened if all those idiots didn't build webs of network cables on the streets. You can notice it upon entering some areas. Lengths and lengths of cables criss-crossing and connecting different houses and buildings. Now Batelco had clearly announced that it was illegal. Let's put Batelco aside, isn't it against municipality rules? Some people just love to break rules, as if rules were put to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know they have done this because a lot can't afford the overpriced 40 or 50 BD a month, but come on! You oppose things by breaking rules? Isn't that in itself thievery? So it's not okay that someone steals from you, but it's legit for you to steal from others? Stealing is stealing, whether rich stealing from the poor or vice versa, period. So thank you dipshits for making Batelco impose limitations on me, a FULL paying customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when idiotic mentalities clash, some idiots in a corporation who ruin the name of the whole company, making the other honest workers there look like public enemy no. 1. And idiots on the street opposing those first idiots by acting like the shitheads that they are. The result? A mushroom cloud of hate and opposition hovering above the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Batelco, you should be ashamed of yourselves for punishing EVERY user for a fuckup of a stinkin' bunch who actually make a profit sharing those ADSL connections, and they end up whining and bitching most of all, naturally. But what sickens me more is those "Network Overlords" who use Batelco's bad image to their own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, people from both sides deserve it, for being such assholes in the first place, as for me, I will have to limit my online playtime and browsing to be just like those people who count the crumbs of bread they have left until the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there is this site &lt;a href="http://www.boycottbatelco.com/"&gt;http://www.boycottbatelco.com/&lt;/a&gt;, which objects to the new packages. What I liked about it that this person asks not to blame all the employees for the mistakes of a few, but other sites just curse at Batelco and ALL of its employees, to those I say, fuck you, tools. What if you were working for an evil corporation and you got cursed at? You wouldn't like it at all, would you? But wait, I forgot, it's A-Okay for you to swear at others, but when others do it to you, they're infidels right? What dipshits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, it's all because of the extremists, it's their fault, them and their ninja wives. Blame them for everything, don't blame Canada, blame Ninjas and their bushy-bearded towel-headed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this shit, I'm gonna go get me a P.O. Box!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-114730173722380164?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114730173722380164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=114730173722380164&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114730173722380164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114730173722380164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/batelco-morons.html' title='Batelco + Morons...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-114706818436332611</id><published>2006-05-08T08:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:03:04.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Face-lift for LiB</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since we last posted here, due to life demands and work pressure. Currently we're working on some new materials and also trying to come up with a logo for LiB, this is a prototype and there will be more improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly six months after our first post (Nov 15th, 2005) and 7,000 hits later... It's great to know that we bring a smile to a lot, I know a lot of other dipshits don't like what we have to say. Well to these cry-babies here is a good alternative &lt;a href="http://www.britneyspears.com"&gt;http://www.britneyspears.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a BIG and special thanks to the morons who made this site come to existence, your idiocy cannot be highlighted enough and even our words cannot truly reflect what kind of mentalities you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/seef-mall.html"&gt;bitches&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/being-bahraini.html"&gt;morons&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/but-daddy-told-me-its-ok-to-kill-cops.html"&gt;extremists&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/hug-me-satan-show-me-love.html"&gt;parliamentarians (Class of 2006)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/snapshots-2.html"&gt;BDF fuckers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/holes-r-us.html"&gt;Riffa sand-niggers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-national-day-indeed.html"&gt;Qataris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-national-day-indeed.html"&gt;Saudis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/bedouin-wannabes.html"&gt;Bedouin wannabes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/bratz.html"&gt;stinkin' spolied little brats&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/ninjas-driving-in-bahrain.html"&gt;ninjas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/overnight-experts.html"&gt;Overnight Experts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/arabbucks.html"&gt;player wannabes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/sounds-ofsilence-aka-other-side-of-f1.html"&gt;idiot work mates&lt;/a&gt; and fucking &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/shitty-drivers.html"&gt;traffic police and offenders&lt;/a&gt;... oh and fuck you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the rest for commenting, good or bad, although the good we keep in mind and the bad we will hunt down their owners and hit them with a BIG fire extinguisher when they least expect it. Thanks to all who wrote us emails and we appreciate your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a formal 6 month anniversary post on the 15th, so stay tuned :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and all the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiB Team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-114706818436332611?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114706818436332611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=114706818436332611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114706818436332611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114706818436332611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/face-lift-for-lib.html' title='A Face-lift for LiB'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-114449030384602902</id><published>2006-04-08T12:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:02:26.456+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug me Satan, Show me the Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well well well, yet another day, and another fucked up article published in the newspaper. Damn I hate these ignorant bastards. Let me just get to the point… Friday's Arabic daily newspaper (Akhbar Al-Khaleej "Gulf News"), published an article which was entitled “Satanic Ritual Party Held at a Local Health Center”. I paused for a second, took a deep breath before deciding to continue reading on. The article said “Groups of teenagers were gathered around at a local and well known health center, playing really loud satanic music. And people gathered inside the auditorium and outside at the parking lot, shouting weird satanic chants, boys and girls holding hands and hugging, and all wearing black clothing with images of skulls and snakes on them”. Who the fuck comes up with this bullshit?  Seriously, don’t they have better articles to write about? I had to admit it was funny reading what they were describing as any normal teen hangout, but of course we all know the main source of this bullshit. Fucking good-for-nothing extremist fags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what really happened, for I happened to be there. It was just another gathering of teenagers that formed “bands” and were playing live at the Gulf Air health club in Isa Town. The health club was supervising the whole event. They gave the organizers permission to play music on stage inside the club's auditorium. The gig started at around 3:30pm (which is apparently the evil hour. When the sun is up the demon summoning begins, according to extremists). And a bunch of teenagers started showing up at around 4pm. Ages varied from 13 up to 26. Refreshments were sold by the club themselves. And organizers were there with security and everything to make sure the area is secured and that no one gets into trouble or does anything that is against the law.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, a few hours later, a bunch of fags from the newspaper showed up. They started talking to some of the people outside about what was going on,.They asked some stupid questions like “Are you serving alcohol, or doing any drugs?” and “What is the purpose of this event?”. The organizers made a statement that this event was purely for entertainment. People get together and play music and hopefully have a good time and they showed them what was going on inside the auditorium and showed the evil beverages sold (Diet Coke, Fanta, Water) and even let them take some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sounded convinced that this gathering was really innocent. Nothing satanic or religious or anything regarding these issues was going on. And everyone felt relieved hoping that they might finally print something decent about them and remove the whole “satanic” label from them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently that’s not what happened. Newspapers thirsty for gossip and extremists backing them up, They printed shit like “boys and girls were hugging”. Ok let me give you a better image of how it was, imagine one of those private schools' open days or carnivals, where boys and girls are walking around, talking to each other, holding hands, what’s wrong with that?  I mean they are school mates and they have different mentalities. These things are common; you even see them in Seef mall and other teen hangouts. So it's basically ok to do these things elsewhere, but if there’s rock music in the background, you label it satanic and obscene? Gimme a fucking break…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/hug.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/hug.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about all this crap in hotels and night clubs? People screwing each other everywhere. Blowjobs in the Seef mall parking lot. No one said anything about all this bullshit that’s going on. And what about the “Real” Satanic music? I’m talking about Rave and Trance music where you need to be under the influence of drugs to be able to enjoy? What about all this you apes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping a goddamn teen concert before the final bands go on stage, shameful indeed…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to read the damn newspaper article 3 times to understand what they were talking about. I even looked up the word “hug” in the dictionary, and the only meaning I found was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug: verb  (past and past participle hugged, present participle hug·ging, 3rd person present singular hugs)&lt;br /&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;transitive and intransitive verb embrace affectionately: to put your arms around somebody's body and hold the person tight to show affection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked up online trying to find any satanic rituals, but nothing evolved hugging a friend, you cocksucking ignorant extremist nincompoops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amature rock bands will never have the freedom to express their music in this country, thanks to the brain-less bearded morons that roam around and multiply day by day.  And we’re never going to see a real rock band perform either, look at the picture below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/dubairock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/dubairock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, this is not a concert in Vegas. Its in fact a picture taken from the Dubai Megadeth concert, where thousands (not hundreds) of fans attended and cheered as they watched their favorite rock band perform on stage, but thinking like an extremist fuck, I guess they are ALL satanic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/dubairock2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/dubairock2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck these extremist baboons; I'll go to a Nancy Ajram concert instead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey come to think of it…. I CAN'T EVEN SEE THAT EITHER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-114449030384602902?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114449030384602902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=114449030384602902&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114449030384602902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114449030384602902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/hug-me-satan-show-me-love.html' title='Hug me Satan, Show me the Love...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-114328581938654037</id><published>2006-03-25T13:51:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:24:36.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>But Daddy Told Me It’s OK to Kill Cops!</title><content type='html'>I was reading the newspaper a few days ago (the Arabic version, Akhbar Al-Khaleej "Gulf News"). Ignoring all the usual nonsense about Palestine/Israel, George Bush scratching his ass and crap that is published on a daily basis, when an article caught my attention, the title was “CDs With Obscene Images and Sexual Content Being Distributed to Kids”. Of course I had to read on, maybe I can find out where they sell this amazing offensive CD. I continued reading, only to find out that they were talking about some PS2 game, which apparently had images of sexy anime bitches or something. They did not mention the game's name. But I soon figured out that they were talking about GTA: San Andreas, which fits the description perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/GTA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/GTA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well rise and shine morons, it took you this long to figure out that games like GTA shouldn’t be sold to kids, damn retards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go any further, let me explain how censorship works in this country. Basically you have your censorship committee, which are a bunch of Muslim extremists, with ape-like bushy itchy beards, and short disgusting thoubs, sitting around examining almost every media source, from cinema, DVDs, music CDs to games.  What they do is they look at a movie, ignoring the content of the movie itself (whether it was political or violent), and simply remove all the nudity/sex scenes. The same goes with music CDs, DVDs and games. Now, since they can't really edit those, or have time to look at the content itself, they simply look whether there is a naked chick on the cover or not (and by naked chick I mean wearing a swimsuit). So in their primitive minds, anything with a semi-nude female on the cover is porn, period. If it had an Asian female then it's Asian porn, if it had a cartoon chick then its anime porn, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/GTASoft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/GTASoft.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with an excellent censorship committee, we sometimes get some really weird shit “banned” although they are items of quality and has nothing to do with pornography. Just because THEY think it is makes it so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the last few years we had the censorship guys laid back a bit; We can now get some good movies in the cinemas, unrated DVDs and excellent video games. Which is good of course, I mean put it this way, I for example don’t mind watching something with nudity, cause I simply don’t give two shits. But if you do, you have a choice not to, nobody is forcing you to watch this crap, just let it be there, watch it or not, it’s your decision.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's get back to the video game issue. These morons spotted a picture of a drawn female on a video game cover. And they are simply trying to make a big deal out of it. Well let me tell you jack-asses something: the game content is 1000 times worse than the picture of the girl in a swim suit. The game encourages the idea to run around the street, steal cars, kill cops, and deal drugs.  So it’s basically ok for your kid to play a game like that, as long as the females in it are decent??? Gimme a fucking break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic parents should watch out what their stupid brain-dead kids are playing. News Flash: video games have dramatically evolved over the last 2 decades. Video games are now made not just for kids, there are games for different age groups and tastes. Back in the 80’s nobody gave a shit about video games, cause all the games were supposedly innocent. Everything looked like a bunch of squares and triangles smashed down together, so you wouldn’t tell the difference between an x-rated game and Pac-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games nowadays are mostly made for a more mature audience, except all the crap Nintendo makes, I think your kids are safe playing that. But games produced for XBOX or PS2 are mostly made for a more mature group of people, ranging from 15-60 (seriously). So if your kid is whining and crying his ass off because you wouldn’t get him a game, then good for you, let him cry all he wants. To be on the safe side, the ESRB (Entertainment Software Rating Board), work hard so that video game illiterates like you can tell the difference between a game made for kids, and ones that are made for adults only. You can look at the bottom corners of the packaging for these symbols:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/ESRB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/ESRB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can notice, over each symbol, there’s a small explanation in plain text that tells you what the symbol means. For example the (M) rating means (Mature 17+). So if your kid is a punk-ass good-for-nothing 12-year-old, and asks you to buy a game with an (M) rating on the cover, you can tell him to fuck himself.  Problem solved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God, mark my words, if these extremists start a whole “Ban Video Games” campaign, I'll re-create every single mission in GTA, IN REAL LIFE, and let’s see what they think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck these primitive morons. Now where did I put that "Hello Kitty" video game?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-114328581938654037?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114328581938654037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=114328581938654037&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114328581938654037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114328581938654037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/but-daddy-told-me-its-ok-to-kill-cops.html' title='But Daddy Told Me It’s OK to Kill Cops!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-114287935589181488</id><published>2006-03-20T21:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:32:18.033+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments from the F1...</title><content type='html'>Well this might seem odd to our followers, but LiB isn't only about shitty things, it's about "Life in Bahrain" in general, although we always wanted to highlight the bad before the good so that people are aware of what goes on in here besides good things, there ARE good things indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I will be talking about the F1 event which was great, it wasn't a huge success in my eyes, but it was "a" success and something to talk about. The race itself was so exhilirating that saw Fernando Alonso narrowly beating Michael Schumacher after he got out of the pit to dominate the last few laps and win the inaugural race of the 2006 season, reversing what we had seen during the earlier laps of Schumi's domination. But the race was indeed between those two out of all, as Alonso came to 2nd place even before the first lap was over after starting at 4th on the start-up grid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you all with pics from the qualifying day (Saturday) and the race-day (Sunday)... Enjoy :D "Click on the images for a larger view, some might take long as they are BIG images, so please bear with us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Saturday March 11th 2006. The weather is really windy and dusty but it doesn't seem to affect the qualifying round which promises to be exciting as there were new regulations by the FIA regarding the method of qualification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's one of the cars roaring during the qualification race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/data2/fc776b37fffef0ec8760a429d47df2c1/52955_p952200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/F1%20Saturday%20-%20Car.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the famous VIP Tower, which, of course, you have to be a VIP to be able to enjoy the views from there. By VIP, you either have to be really famous, a bigshot at a big corporation which can afford to pay the BD 24K to be able to book a lounge, or, last but not least, a cocksucker to be able to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/VIP%20Tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/VIP%20Tower.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest are all from the raceday on Sunday, have fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/F1%20Sunday%20-%203%20Cars.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/F1%20Sunday%20-%203%20Cars.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/F1%20Sunday%20-%20Action%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/F1%20Sunday%20-%20Action%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-114287935589181488?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114287935589181488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=114287935589181488&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114287935589181488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114287935589181488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/moments-from-f1_20.html' title='Moments from the F1...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-114242223736354720</id><published>2006-03-15T14:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:30:37.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The sounds of...Silence! "a.k.a The Other Side of F1"</title><content type='html'>As I started walking into the office early in the morning, feeling like a slave being dragged around and whipped. Not having the energy to lift up my briefcase, dragging myself through the long 1-storey staircase. Having a weird rumbling noise coming out of my stomach for not having breakfast. I finally managed to reach the doors which take me into the hellish realms of the daily torture called work, I noticed something I don’t usually hear……footsteps…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no one is sneaking up behind me, trying to somehow molest me or something; in fact, the footsteps I heard were none other than my own…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this could be something normal for most people, but if you happen to work in a noisy department like the one I’m in, its not.  Why was I hearing my footsteps? Why was I hearing myself breathe? Maybe because the fact that NOONE WAS THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck was that all about? For a minute there I thought it was a public holiday that no one told me about! I thought maybe some royalty dude died and they declared a national holiday, I was confused.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down my things and started running around the department. Looking into the offices, nothing, not even the tea boy was anywhere to be seen. I walked up to the IT department where nerds usually happen to be there working on their computers whether it was a working day or not, and I was right, 6 out of 20 employees were there, I started to look for managers, and they were no where to be found!  I asked one of the nerds about what the hell was going on, he told me “they all went to the formula 1 event”….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, so everyone (including management) decided to take the day off to go to this stupid event, now, I kept running around the other floors, only to find around 20% of the total company’s employees, and get this, 10% of them were just there to finish off some work, so they can leave at around 11am to go the formula 1 race! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how am I supposed to work under these conditions! Sadly with my line of work, I require support from other department, what support am I going to get if I’m on my fucking own here?  What a productive day turned out to be, 10% of the total company’s employees were there (and 50% of the ones working shifts, which is still considered low), and I’m standing there like a moron not being able to do any work, cause the people I’m supposed to work with are simply not there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, wouldn’t the company be better off if they declared this stupid day off? Instead of having people “supposedly” turning is then leaving early to catch some stupid race? Now I’m not talking about a 3 day holiday, just a day off for the finals, if people consider this event so fucking important that they can simply leave work for it, then why not give everyone a day off, so idiots like me don’t have to come in and do nothing all day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making a few phone calls “since I had nothing to do” I called around a few people to waste time, and one guy mentioned that he went and took his kid back from school because only 20 people in the entire school showed up!  Last year the government declared the formula 1 event days as a holiday for schools and universities, what the fuck happened this year?  Apparently they didn’t give a holiday because recently we had a lot of public holidays and the school is running behind on the semester schedule, so let me get this straight, you did not give the kids a holiday because you wanted them to catch up on they’re school work, while no one showed up in the first place? What school work are you talking about? What productivity bullshit? No one was working or studying? Give the people off a day during the final race instead of wasting everyone’s time; as if a fucking day is going to make a difference, the day was wasted anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fucking brains + no planning skills + fat ass = government big shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After further investigation, I looked more into the reason the schools did not get a holiday this year, the reason was simple: the minister was on holiday…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no comment on that... But I have come to an understanding of how shit works in the government sector, if someone goes on a holiday, all work must stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone should suggest the terms “handing over” or "delegate responsibilities" to these lazy ass government employees.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this, I'll just get the fuck out of here, if anyone asks, I'll just tell them I went to the fucking race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-114242223736354720?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114242223736354720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=114242223736354720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114242223736354720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114242223736354720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/sounds-ofsilence-aka-other-side-of-f1.html' title='The sounds of...Silence! &quot;a.k.a The Other Side of F1&quot;'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-114154972684653213</id><published>2006-03-05T11:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:32:12.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work…. Zug Zug….‎</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have a boring desk job? Hate your job? Well at least you get 2 days every week of ‎no work … Having a hard time passing those long 8 hours? Well let’s face it; everyone ‎who has a desk job has to have one of those “useless” days… so look no further… Here is ‎the official LiB guide on how to waste time during working hours. (This information was ‎gathered through people who have desk jobs in both private and government sectors…but ‎mostly government, who apparently have no real jobs). ‎ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check your emails:&lt;/strong&gt; especially after weekends. Don’t have a lot of emails? ‎Well don’t worry, join email chain groups, send emails to everyone on your ‎contacts, and eventually, your inbox wouldn’t be able to handle the incoming ‎load of crap you’d be getting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play something:&lt;/strong&gt; your PC is your friend, if you’re one of the lucky ones that ‎sit in the corner, then you would probably recognize such classics like ‎&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solitaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minesweeper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Or for more advance slackers, try installing a first ‎person shooter classic, like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Or strategy game classics that would run ‎on any office PC, like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WarCraft&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;StarCraft&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and let’s not forget the all-mighty &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‎Command &amp; Conquer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. If you happen to be one of the unfortunate people ‎who work with people behind you, here’s a tip, practice on the Windows ‎built-in games, play them as minimized as possible, work on your screen ‎minimizing skills as quickly as possible in case someone walks behind you. ‎Oh, and adjust your chair high enough so that you back would cover the ‎screen, and if you’re a big guy, then you’re one lucky fuck. Oh, and if you have a Java and Flash based browser and you have internet access at work, you might wanna have a look at some cool time-kililn' games on &lt;a href="http://www.popcap.com"&gt;www.popcap.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Send more emails:&lt;/strong&gt; if your tired from your chain mail readings, or if you ‎think people are getting suspicious of you reading emails all the time. Then ‎try sending emails to people you know (friends/family). Send them a “hello ‎I’m bored” email, but try to make it look as if you’re writing an official work ‎related letter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Browse the internet:&lt;/strong&gt; sadly I’ve heard that some people do not have access to ‎the Internet at work, I say quit your fucking job, what kind of a bullshit ‎company are you working for that doesn’t have internet access? Anyways, ‎browsing is always a time waster, try looking into cool sites like &lt;a href="http://maddox.xmission.com"&gt;‎maddox.xmission.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com"&gt;lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, these sites don’t ‎usually have much graphics, so it would look like you’re doing some ‎research on the web. Even a better classic way is to keep the browser ‎window minimized until fully loaded, then quickly “CTRL+A” to select the ‎entire page and text and another quick "CTRL+C" to copy the page then “CTRL+V” to paste into a word document, and ‎then you’d be able to read it at full screen as slowly as you want, cause word ‎documents mean work, apparently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bathrooms, the other resting area:&lt;/strong&gt; whether you’re feeling like taking a shit or ‎not, the bathroom is always a good place to hangout. Lock the door, grab a ‎seat, take a nap if you want, or start playing with some of your mobile phone ‎games, people who have pocket PCs can watch an episode of their favorite ‎sitcom, or even some porn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoking breaks:&lt;/strong&gt; you cant help yourself, if you’re a smoker you can fake a ‎nicotine dose rage attack by flipping a few papers of your desk, and just say ‎‎“I need to clear my head” then storm off the office. Have a smoke whether ‎you wanted one or not, and make yourself a nice cup of coffee, maybe read ‎the newspaper while your at it. If you're not a smoker, it's never too late to start! It will help you get those extra needed breaks ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look important:&lt;/strong&gt; having mobile phones is a necessary tool, having 2 mobile ‎phones is perfect. Try to use your “other” mobile phone to make a phone call ‎to your office phone (the reason you need another phone so that people ‎behind you wouldn’t recognize the number on the caller id). Try to have a ‎fake conversation with air, agreeing a lot, then look at your watch, agree ‎some more, and shout the words “ill be right there”, then storm off, holding ‎some papers/notepad would be icing on the cake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch your back:&lt;/strong&gt; if you’re running around the offices in your building, use ‎your mobile phone. You can use your “other” mobile to call yourself (so ‎people would actually hear the ringing), then fake a conversation with ‎yourself (try to make it look important). While running around the office, ‎wave at people you know, if you find anyone interesting (like a hot new ‎chick), try to finish off your fake conversation and sit down for a talk. ‎According to my observations around the office, I know a colleague who ‎does that, to the extreme, he runs around all day talking to everyone in the ‎company (just bullshit chit chat). After 4 months, he was considered the most ‎recognized person in the company, and in 5 months he was promoted by ‎doing absolutely nothing, so this method has its benefits for bullshitters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online chatting:&lt;/strong&gt; if your IT people are so damn strict that you can’t have chat ‎programs on your PC, look no further! Get a pocket PC and install a chat ‎program, meet girls and talk all day, the perfect time waster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch…work’s most anticipated hour:&lt;/strong&gt; take a long lunch break, lunch usually ‎takes half an hour, but you can go shopping, have some coffee/dessert, run ‎personal errands, extending it up to 2 hours. And if you get a call from the ‎office, you can use excuses like: “there’s a traffic jam on the highway”, “my ‎car was low on fuel”, “I got a flat tire” or “I had a meeting”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running away:&lt;/strong&gt; there are millions of way to run away from work, make good ‎excuses like “I need to pick up my wife” or “I need to take my car to the ‎garage” or “I have a doctors checkup appointment” or the classic “my head ‎really hurts I need to lie down”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make a website:&lt;/strong&gt; if you really couldn’t waste time yet, you can always make ‎your own website; working on a website looks like you’re doing some ‎important work, and if you don’t know how, learn! Waste hours and hours ‎learning how to make websites or create flash cartoons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make your PC look busy:&lt;/strong&gt; simple way is opening a lot of old word documents ‎and presentations in the background, open some folders in your computer, ‎the file search screen is always a hit, also, try to find a presentation with ‎graphs and just stare at them. ‎&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throw a meeting:&lt;/strong&gt; this sadly goes to the management levels of slackers, if ‎you want to really waste time, throw a meeting discussing something you ‎already discussed, try to pick a fight or let your colleagues argue with each ‎other, then sit back and laugh at them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write stupid articles:&lt;/strong&gt; like this one, and publish it to other morons across the ‎globe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn! 5 more hours to go, fuck this I’m going to the toilet….now where’s my mobile ‎phone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-114154972684653213?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114154972684653213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=114154972684653213&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114154972684653213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/114154972684653213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/work-work-zug-zug.html' title='Work Work…. Zug Zug….‎'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113942272797841078</id><published>2006-02-08T20:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:54:19.313+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots #2</title><content type='html'>Some people could be a real pain in the ass, couldn't they? I mean look at the following pics and see what kind of idiocy we have to deal with everyday, will the day ever come that these idiots turn into sophisticated beings? I don't think that "intelligent" life exists in the universe, maybe some place other than planet Bahrain but here... not in a million years! Anyways enjoy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/enemykiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/enemykiller.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this alien thinks he's an "enemy killer"... Who's the enemy? Such mentalities should be locked up in an asylum! Damn! BTW this was taken AT a BDF base which is near the BDF hospital and the new Burger King outlet which is currently being built, which also tells us that he's one of those BDF sand-niggers who take out a loan to buy a car. And ANOTHER HUGE loan to modify it! THEN GET A FUCKING LOAN TO BUY A POWERFUL CAR IDIOT!!!!! But this kind of aliens don't have something called "reasoning" or common sense ;) Enemy Killer My ass, if you're a BDF Fucker, I have BD 1 million bet against you that you will be the first to board a plane out of the country instead of "killing enemies", dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/goodboyattention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/goodboyattention.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this person (is he a person? No I’ll call him IT!). So it has got a sticker on its car saying "GOOD BOY". Oh my, a good boy on the road. It's about time we had such "good" boys out on the road instead of maniacs. But wait, only maniacs have such "outrageous" stickers on their cars. I guess this is the exact opposite of a good boy. I think dickhead boy would suit you better ,moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! The good boy also has decided to have a nice parking style with his other good boy friends. What a bunch of nobodies. Please park properly, I don't give a flying fuck if you were a good boy or Bin Laden in disguise. Just park properly and stop showing off your '85 piece of junk as if it were just out of the showroom with some nice stickers, dumbass. And that goes out to those good for nothing fucks who are parked next to you thinking it's a 7araka* to be parked in such a way in a public place, disrupting others' right to park properly. What a bunch of parasites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/goodboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/goodboy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another shot of the "good boys" trying to make an impression. Like they think they're at a car showroom! LOOK AT THE FUCKING LINES ON THE GROUND, Idiots! The road has a language, yes those lines aren't meaningless, morons! No but I forgot one thing. I apologize, I forgot that "rules are for sissies". By all means, don't stick to rules, dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/showroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/showroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an instant classic! "Bad things u do people will never forget" ????? Well YOU ARE a bad thing to this community, mate! There is a saying that we have here in Bahrain which goes something like this "Kell men yara elnaas eb3ain 6ab3a"**&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it's freedom of speech but I KNOW for a fact that you think this is a cool "fashion statement". Might as well go and wear some &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/seef-mall.html"&gt;FCUK&lt;/a&gt; shirts you dipshit to complement this shitty statement you put on your car, plus, what's with the long statement? Why not write your life story while you're at it! A sticker this long? daaaamn! It's even longer than my schlong! I will give you a couple of bad things to think about next time you get a car and decide to write something on it, asswipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/badthings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/badthings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not least for this session, an "above all" person who thinks it’s so cool or his right to park in such a way that even a car with a handicapped badge wouldn't. But this guy doesn't wanna park amongst other cars and have his shitty Benz scratched + he thinks that proper parking is gay. Just look! The way he's parked SAYS that proper parking is gay. Well you know what? You're gay, faggot. Why are you parked like this when there are tonnes of available parks? It's your upbringing, isn't it? Dad must have beaten the shit out of you telling you to "be a man and not to give a fuck about others, just do what you wanna do cuz that makes you a man, the rest are fags". I wish the faggot mall security or the traffic police would hold you accountable for your actions instead of criminalizing other "poor" souls no matter what their offenses are, except for the really heavy ones***. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/idiotparking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/idiotparking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will those idiots change? I guess never is the word we're looking at. There is a lot of shit going on in this country and all those idiots think about is how to make life harder for others in such simple day-to-day affairs. Cuz their IQ doesn't allow them to think about other stuff. Even a baboon has higher IQ than those rodents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*7araka: Prounounced "Haraka" which in Arabic means "move" which indicates a "style" or a "move".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Roughly translated = Everyone sees others the way he/she percieves him/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I am not against the really bad traffic offenses, on the contrary, people should be punished for anything bad they do, especially when it's someone with some connections doing it. But I also want people to be penalized for "small" offences that they consider "silly". That way they would think of something called consequences before thinking they are "uber" or superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiB Team: We would like to draw to our followers' attention that we have discovered a funny site which we think is gonna be big as time goes by, they are called the &lt;a href="http://dwellingbirds.blogspot.com"&gt;Dwelling Birds&lt;/a&gt;  which we think are funny so would like our fans to support them as they support us, just cuz we think they're funny and if our fans like us, they will like those nuts people :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113942272797841078?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113942272797841078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113942272797841078&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113942272797841078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113942272797841078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/snapshots-2.html' title='Snapshots #2'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113879374267625244</id><published>2006-02-01T14:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:42:42.740+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycott the Attitudes, Not Products!</title><content type='html'>What is it with boycotting nowadays? The extremists and idiot parliamentarians we have were done from boycotting American products as it seems no one worked with them except people like them. Now they have moved to another "enemy" which are the danes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the event that triggered this campaign took place some 4 months ago, NOW they are going all boo-hoo. The prophet Mohammad (PBUH) is a great person and this in no way will affect his great personality. Plus whoever didn't know about this incident which should have disappeared with time, now knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't be talking whether to boycott was right or wrong or turn this into a religious issue, it's the attitude of those idiots I want to highlight. I wanted to talk about this a long time ago but there were no boycotts effective until now! This rage I have inside of me has started since the announcement of American goods boycott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/lurpak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/lurpak.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course boycotting goods made by actual boycotted countries is a thing, and boycotting franchises is another thing in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have mentioned boycotting American cars, American foods, American whatever. They also impose on people (yes as with their shitty attitude, imposing women to turn into ninjas or men to become bearded idiots*) to boycott fast foods and brands (be them American or Danish) without knowing where the stuff is actually being PRODUCED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a McDonald's for example, or Burger King, Pizza Hut. And as for consumer brands let's take Ariel washing powder, Danish Cheese and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do those boycotters bother to check if these franchises are OWNED and OPERATED by locals? A McDee's is fully owned and operated by a Bahraini business. They employ a lot of locals, what would a serios boycott do to those? Won't it cause Bahrainis to lose their jobs? As if employment weren't an issue! Look at consumer goods, aren't a lot of them being manufactured in local factories? They "rent" or "buy" the name, boycotting these things won't do good as much as it will hurt the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus what's with the idiocy? I mean they're calling to boycott "KDD".... What the fuck does KDD mean? KDD means "KUWAITI Danish Diary", they are mostly owned by Kuwaiti investors and all of their products are produced in Kuwait! They might have asked the Danish, being the best dairy makers, for some advice or pointers. But won't boycotting KDD hurt a Kuwaiti business? What the fuck is this stone-age mentality? "Let's boycott the (infidels)" As if they are truly hurt by you and there are no 5 billion other souls who use their products and services! I won't boycott a franchise or a locally produced product just because it has a "name" of a boycotted country's product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once I went to "Al Muntazah" Supermarket, who still dont sell any Pepsi or Coca Cola products, and asked the guy for an "American lettuce" now for the educated, the American lettuce is a lettuce which has a round shape like a cauliflower, this idiot immediately said when I mentioned "american lettuce": "We do not sell American products in here". I swear my blood boiled and I nearly was gonna bitchslap this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus if you're all up for this boycotting bullshit, look at yourselves, you produce NOTHING and even those things you produce are either low quality or has a "foreign" name stuck to its label, fucking extremist retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and look at this pic! The illiterate fuck didn't know which word to put to indicate that he doesn't sell Danish products, someone wrote it for him, what a douchebag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/boycott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/boycott.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck this shit, I'm going to Geant for some Lurpak and KDD Passion fruit Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*These idiots IMPOSE on everyone to turn to their shitty lifestyle, you can identify them by dirty looking beards that even the pirate Captain Blackbeard's beard looks shiny compared to those, you can see lizards grow inside those "forests". I sometimes put on a beard, nicely and neatly trimmed, not a host to parasites and reptiles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113879374267625244?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113879374267625244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113879374267625244&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113879374267625244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113879374267625244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/boycott-attitudes-not-products.html' title='Boycott the Attitudes, Not Products!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113748437370614118</id><published>2006-01-17T08:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T10:52:53.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tragic-filled Week</title><content type='html'>We had decided to stop posting for a few days in respect and condolences to tragic deaths of Shaikh Faisal Bin Hamad Al-Khalifa, the son of his majesty King Hamad Bin Isa Al-Khalifa and his higness Shaikh Jaber Al-Ahmed Al-Jaber Al-Sabah, the Emir of Kuwait. May God grant them peace and rest their souls in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/Faisal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Faisal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaikh Faisal was a vibrant, young person who will be remembered by his friends as one of the most kind and gentle persons they have ever known. He was so modest and the contribution and support he gave to the sports sector in Bahrain especially equestrians was limitless. May his family find all the patience to make it through this ordeal as it is very hard to lose a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113748437370614118?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113748437370614118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113748437370614118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113748437370614118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113748437370614118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/tragic-filled-week.html' title='A Tragic-filled Week'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113696823419935739</id><published>2006-01-11T11:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:36:51.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/eid-781971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/eid-781971.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to wish everyone who sees this a very happy, joyful Eid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the preparations for Eid in Bahrain are always messed up, I dunno how these people have NO time management skills or at least some decent plannig skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a syndrome I like to call "LMB Syndrome" which is short for "Last Minute Bahraini". Now Mr. LMB always waits until one or two days before Eid to go shopping for eid clothes, then he complains that there was nothing nice. Of course you won't find anything nice, dipshit, everyone did their shopping weeks ago! Another LMB would go to a tailor to get his Eid Thob* ready JUST TWO DAYS BEFORE EID. And what's worse, this fucking towel-head will shout at the tailor cuz he can't get it done, he doesn't give a fuck if this poor tailor is working day and night to get OTHER PENDING ORDERS done before Eid. Fuck off you retarded towel-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a bunch of LMBs doing their last-minute chores and a bunch of mghaazelcheyya** in either Bukuwara Road or seef mall? A traffic jam-fest. This is what happens when you go to these places to get your shit done one day before the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also get LMBs at work of course, when you set them a deadline you get the work one week after the deadline has passed. That's why I always give them a "fake" deadline so that I get it right on time =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenes I saw in Riffa the past couple of days were anything but nice. Fucking player wannabes, and oh fuck, God damn Qataris everywhere, they're like a fucking plague. Infesting the whole road, I saw 4 qatari cars BEHIND each other in bukuwara, what the fuck? Let people do their shopping in peace, I was stuck in traffic for 45 fucking minutes until I got to where I wanted. When I took back roads for shortcuts they were also clogged! Plus again, just like the &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-national-day-indeed.html"&gt;national day&lt;/a&gt; celebrations, fucking kids on bikes everywhere and jumping right in front of you! I swear I wanted to deliberately hit one kid so that the others would stop it! God damn sand-nigger kids. And their dads who work in the fucking BDF just have those kids and throw them so that the street raises them, that's why they take up drugs and alcohol and form gangs. Once they are in jail you see their slutty mothers come and whine and DEMAND for their release cuz their "precious" kids are angels. My ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all this, happy eid to you all and please, please if there are any LMBs reading this, CORRECT YOUR SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Thob: The traditional Arabic dress "thoub" which is worn with a ghitra and 3egaal.&lt;br /&gt;**Emghaazelcheyya: The player-wannabes, who go and flirt with girls hoping to score some chicks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113696823419935739?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113696823419935739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113696823419935739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113696823419935739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113696823419935739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-eid.html' title='Happy Eid :)'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113643565683046600</id><published>2006-01-05T07:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:07:56.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniff Glue…Worship WHO?‎??</title><content type='html'>Lately, many teenagers started to express themselves in many different and new ‎ways that people in this country are not very familiar with. And I’m not talking ‎about fags, fuck them. I’m talking about the people you usually point at and laugh ‎at, or call them “freaks”. They are the “metal heads”. ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They express themselves with weird haircuts or weird goatees/sideburns, or ‎weird bangles and spiky neck chains, or just simply a black t-shirt representing a ‎band. Now I don’t mind these people expressing themselves in that way, hell I ‎used to dress up worse than that, and I actually admire most of them for having ‎local metal bands where they either play covers of classic metal tunes, or even ‎creatively make their own music and present it to the other interested teens in ‎small gigs around the country. ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s where it gets fucked. The incident didn’t happen a long time ago. It was ‎actually last year, when a group of friends got together and managed a gig. ‎Where 5 local bands can play metal tunes and simply have a good time. That ‎didn’t last very long, because a bunch of towel-headed narrow-minded imbeciles ‎were passing by, and heard the loud music being played. Taking a peak inside, ‎they witnessed a mosh pit and a bunch of head bangers on stage. Now, to ‎anyone who is familiar with rock/metal music, this is what its like in a normal rock ‎concert, head banging is a form of an aggressive dance, where you simply shake ‎your head up and down to the beat of the drums or the rhythm of the loud guitar ‎‎(if your really that dense, think Beavis and Butt-head to get a clearer image). So ‎to a typical towel head, this looks like some sort of Satanic ritual, where they are ‎summoning some soul sucking demon to be unleashed in their shit filled ‎neighborhoods, and turning all the women into man sucking incubuses and ‎spreading havoc and anarchy throughout the entire country, those were actual ‎words of the idiots who witnessed this and reported it to the police, who rushed ‎immediately to stop the show, resulting in many disappointed kids to go home ‎early. ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m telling you this because I actually witnessed and in fact; have all the ‎inside information. The following days newspapers had headlines which ‎sounded like this “Police Stop Major Satanic Activists from Spreading the Evil of ‎Satan”. The word even got all the way to the US, where Roadrunner records ‎‎(major US metal record producing company) wrote in the news section of their ‎website “Police Raid Metal Gig as Satanic Acts Were Involved”. The parents of ‎these kids were furious. Rushing to the news paper to basically kick the shit outta ‎whoever wrote the article, didn’t get much help there. The reporter’s response ‎was “I was simply told to print this by the police”. What? What kinda crap are you ‎talking about you whore! One of the parents spoke to me and started bitching ‎about the whole incident. He told me that his son was a very good kid, he gets ‎good marks in school, he prays, and comes to the Friday prayer with me every ‎week (which I’m sure most of those towel-heads don’t). But the thing is my son ‎likes playing the guitar as a hobby, and I support him for that, so why are they ‎accusing my son to be a devil worshipping fuck? ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true… Why? Why are you idiots just good for nothing else but pointing ‎fingers at people because they are different looking or have different interests ‎other than listening to Erwaished* and playing football? So what if these kids ‎have different hobbies? They are talented as well, probably most of them won’t ‎make it anywhere with this, nor ever have a record label. But that’s not the point, ‎they are doing it for the fun of it. It’s a hobby that will keep them busy and make ‎them stay away from cigarettes, drugs, alcohol, and becoming fags! So it’s ok for ‎night clubs to spread sleaze, drinks and orgies. Its ok for hotels to have belly ‎dancers and horny Saudis. And it’s ok to act like morons at a football stadium, ‎whether painting your faces or dancing like baboons or sitting on fucking barb-‎wires at the stadium, not giving a flying fuck about your safety or regulations! ‎While it’s not ok to actually have a rock concert?‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I walk around wearing a Deftones or a Slayer t-shirt? Just because it’s ‎black it makes me a devil worshipper? I choose my own music you idiots, and by ‎doing this I’m enjoying a different type of music, and imitating the artists which I ‎admire for being so full of talent and energy. Why label me with something I’m ‎not?‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/satanist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/satanist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see many morons that wear Che Guevara t-shirts, why are they not labeled as ‎communists? Fucking towel-headed retards. ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/che.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/che.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just for the record:&lt;/strong&gt; most idiots that wear Che Guevara shirts or have his bumper ‎stickers don’t know who the guy is and what he’s done; some idiots from ‎Madeena (true story) think that’s its Bob Marley! And some call him the “Weed ‎King”, don’t ask me why….‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that, ill go wear my Britney Spears t-shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Erwaished: Abdullah Al-Rowaished: A shitty Kuwaiti Singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LiB Official Notice:&lt;/strong&gt;‎ We would like to bring to your attention that we are having a &lt;a href="http://www.phpbbserver.com/phpbb/lifeinbahrain.html"&gt;test forum&lt;/a&gt; for people to discuss our articles, seems like the &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/96shite-fm.html"&gt;96.SHITE FM&lt;/a&gt; article has provoked a lot of thoughts and ideas. You can &lt;a href="http://www.phpbbserver.com/phpbb/lifeinbahrain.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to check the forums and discuss our articles. You will find the posts under the title of the article in dicussion. Please note that for 'quick' comments you're still more than welcome to comment here in the comments section. But if you want to discuss more and 'clash' with other visitors then please use the forums. Please remember to do it in a civilized manner and refrain from personal attacks. Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113643565683046600?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113643565683046600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113643565683046600&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113643565683046600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113643565683046600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/sniff-glueworship-who.html' title='Sniff Glue…Worship WHO?‎??'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113619783665300093</id><published>2006-01-02T13:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:14:42.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a FAG… Hear me ROAR!</title><content type='html'>The Bahraini culture sure has changed over the years, people are starting to get more open minded, about many things, from the way they think to the way they dress. Girls are wearing shorter clothes. Even the ones with “hijab” are wearing really tight clothes. Filth is being spread all around. And a lot of other bullshit that’s spreading in our streets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today’s subject is rather sensitive (to some). Homosexuality, yes, most people try to ignore it but it's there, and it’s getting more in-your-face each and every day and more than ever before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the origin of homosexuality starts from school days, seriously. By separating the boys from the girls, the connection between same gender people increases during a child’s early age. Where the bathrooms in public schools are nothing but crime scenes for mass child rapes, and sadly by other fellow students!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/rapezone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/rapezone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, most children are brought up thinking that it’s ok to fuck other guys (since they grow up in an all boys school with no females in sight). And if you happen to live in madeena*, I’m sorry, but you probably were a victim of child rape. But just like other kids, you are taught to “walk it off” as if nothing happened.  I still remember the early days of school (and I thank God everyday that I managed to finish school without any rape incidents), a lot of kids had what they call as “el walad”** which is basically what they called their fuck buddy, and it was usually the bigger kids and bullies who had those, and in exchange for blowjobs, they protect them from other kids (yes I know this sounds really sick but trust me I’m not making any of this up).  So apparently, it was a macho thing, having a bunch of kids to fuck made you superior amongst others. And every other kid grew up to think that this was just something normal. So if any Bahraini male watches the TV series “OZ”***, they would actually laugh at the fact that prisoners are being raped, rather than get shocked and terrified, because that how it is every single day at school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when these kids grew up, they still loved to fuck guys every now and then. Well actually they fuck anything that walks. And sometimes that’s not even necessary, even a hole in a wall would do.  So imagine you being a rape victim, and you're all grown up, then one day you go to work and realize that your co-worker was your fuck buddy at school? (I’ve actually heard this story from someone, and the following example as well), or even worse, imagine that you go and propose to a girl, only to find out that her brother fucked you when you were a kid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sickens me to my stomach what these kids do, I mean I know you’re brought up in a public school with boys all around, but you’re not in prison!! Why don’t you go and find a slut to fuck! Seriously, get a girlfriend, or even simply jack off, but why sink yourself to this level and fuck your friend in the ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what really irritates me, is that if you go to any one of these so called macho fucks, and confront him with the truth, they would proudly say “Yes, I fucked the shit outta him”. But if you tell him that now you're considered “gay” or a “Homosexual”, he’ll try to kick your ass!!! NEWS FLASH YOU MORONS, fucking other guys makes you GAY. You are GAY, whether fucked or got fucked. It does not make you a macho man, fucking freaks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from another perspective, we have the other more “feminine” homosexuals, these actually were all living in the dark for many many years, until recently, society seems to have accepted them to run around in public wearing makeup and shit, some of them even become fashion designers, hair dressers, and wedding planners (true).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it become all of a sudden OK for these fags to just roam around everywhere, hey, I don’t care whether you’re a fag or not, but whatever you do sexually, just leave it at home or in any other private place. Don’t fucking go public!  I swear I asked a 10 year old about what they think of these Nancy boys. He told me they are GAY! Now, where would a 10 year old get an idea about homosexuality unless it was right there in his face?  Even kids with down syndrome can spot a Nancy boy right away on the spot! Yes we should educate the kids about the dangers and immorality of homosexuality, but with these fucking TV shows like “Queer Eye for the Straight guy” and “TeleTubbies”, kids nowadays think it’s actually ok to be gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/fag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/fag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the Bahrain scene. I remember in the early 90s, some clubs used to organize special “gay” nights, where every single fag in Bahrain used to go there, usually resulted in mass arrests by the police. So they moved that shit to more private locations. But nowadays, gay hang-outs are spreading. There are a lot of public coffee shops where gay people hang out. And in fact, I know of a certain coffee shop in Adliya where Lesbians hangout every single day!! Seriously! When did these lesbians become so open and free? Where are they’re parents? I swear you see these lesbians holding hands and cuddling and shit, and exchanging tongue action in the toilet. But how did all of this happen? And the sad part is “I always laugh at this”, you see towel heads that actually go to that coffee shop because it’s full of females, thinking they’re gonna score! HAHAHAHA what a bunch of morons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, at the end of the day, I'm not trying to be racist or anything. I’m just saying that I know for a fact that these people are all around us. But please, stay out of my fucking face. I don’t wanna see a 40-year-old 3araboo towel head hitting on a Nancy boy, I wanna have dinner in peace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this, I'll go watch Will and Grace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Madeena: Local term or slang for "Isa Town"&lt;br /&gt;**Elwalad: Meaning "The Boy" or "The Son" a.k.a. sex buddy.&lt;br /&gt;***OZ: not the wizard of oz you dimwits, but HBO's Violent TV Series about life in a US prison facility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113619783665300093?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113619783665300093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113619783665300093&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113619783665300093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113619783665300093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-fag-hear-me-roar_113619783665300093.html' title='I am a FAG… Hear me ROAR!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113617706033841062</id><published>2006-01-02T07:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T07:44:20.353+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Search Engine Results...</title><content type='html'>I was checking our stats at the end of the year. I noticed that we are getting hits from search engines of course and here are what people have been searching for that brought them here... Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/search?q=&lt;strong&gt;Bahrain sock exchange&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;rls=GGGL,GGGL:2005-09,GGGL:en&amp;start&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;q=&lt;strong&gt;seef mall Bahrain&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;btnG=Search&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.se/search?hl=sv&amp;q=&lt;strong&gt;its a bat its a fly no its super nigger&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;spell=1&lt;br /&gt;http://www.altavista.com/web/results?itag=ody&amp;q=&lt;strong&gt;fuck in bahrain&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;kgs=0&amp;kls=0&lt;br /&gt;http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=&lt;strong&gt;Life in Bahrain&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;fr=FP-tab-web-t&amp;fl=0&amp;x=wrt&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;q=&lt;strong&gt;how to get to seef mall&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;btnG=Search&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/search?hl=ar&amp;q=&lt;strong&gt;old vs. modern lives of women in Bahrain&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;btnG=%D8%A7%D8%A8%D8&lt;br 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/&gt;http://www.google.com/search?q=&lt;strong&gt;traffic&lt;/strong&gt;%20&lt;strong&gt;police&lt;/strong&gt;%20&lt;strong&gt;outfits&lt;/strong&gt;%20&lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt;%20&lt;strong&gt;bahrain&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;hl=en&amp;btnG=Search Images&amp;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=&lt;strong&gt;bitches in Bahrain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=&lt;strong&gt;bahrain fucking&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;prssweb=Search&amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;fl=0&amp;fr=FP-tab-web-t&lt;br /&gt;http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=&lt;strong&gt;dark-grey tits&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;toggle=1&amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;fr=FP-tab-web-t&amp;b=91&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;q=&lt;strong&gt;bahrain cinema time bookings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://search.msn.com/results.asp?FORM=sCPN&amp;RS=CHECKED&amp;un=doc&amp;v=1&amp;q=&lt;strong&gt;Traffic&lt;/strong&gt;%20&lt;strong&gt;Directorate&lt;/strong&gt;%20&lt;strong&gt;Bahrai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://search.msn.com/results.aspx?q=&lt;strong&gt;were is bahrain&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;FORM=QBRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a lot of people are looking for sex in Bahrain ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113617706033841062?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113617706033841062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113617706033841062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113617706033841062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113617706033841062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/search-engine-results.html' title='Search Engine Results...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113611421444694014</id><published>2006-01-01T14:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T14:16:54.460+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>We at the LiB Team would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a very HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the prosperity, peace, happiness and joy for this coming 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, here is to another year of ongoing road rage, shitty ninjas, idiotic drivers, money-sucking banks and evil corporations, fucking Saudi and Qatari player wannabes, Bedouin wannabes, and goddamn towel heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank all the sociopaths who made this site happen, if it weren't for your moronic attitude, none of this would have existed. And a special thanks goes out to all our supporters. To reach 2000+ hits in a month and a half is a great achievement and it makes us realise that we have a following. You are the ones who are keeping us going with your support, it's nice to know that there are people who do agree with what we say. And it makes us happy to know that we do help relieve the exasperation we all are suffering from. The rest of you who don't like what we have to say cuz the truth hurts, get lost you tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you a nice 2006, we are sure it will be more than eventful for us here at LiB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113611421444694014?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113611421444694014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113611421444694014&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113611421444694014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113611421444694014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113595890505926537</id><published>2005-12-30T19:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:42:45.060+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage and Diversity...</title><content type='html'>You know how it is.  You meet the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen.  You become friends, and then close friends, you date, and at the end, you’re inseparable.  You ask her to marry you and she agrees.  You tell your parents to call her parents.  And then it hits you like a six-wheeler heading to Hawaii: She’s Arab, you’re Ba7raani*; she’s 3ejmiya**, you’re Hoolee***… Her parents do not want her to marry you because you’re different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!  What is with this jahiliya**** mentality?  Why the fuck does this country still have parents that use ethnic and religious backgrounds as valid reasons not to accept a person for their child’s spouse?  It’s the 21st century man!  I mean I thank God there are parents here that look at the person as opposed to that person’s religion.  There’s still hope for some of us!  But why, oh why, do the ignorant fucks still exist?  What will happen if a Ba7raani married a hooliya?  A thermo-nuclear reaction?!  A little diversity is good you dumbasses!  You don’t wanna stay in the same gene pool!  You’re kids’ kids will end up disabled or stupid!  Look at the rednecks!  You don’t wanna start a tobacco-chewing redneck community here in Bahrain now, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many hearts get broken this way, including parents’ hearts.  One of the worst things to do in the world is to do something without your parent’s blessings.  And there are people that do it; they feel they have no other choice when they find “the one”.  It’s sad when you’re celebrating your wedding without your mother because she’s against you marrying someone of a different Islamic sect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents: stop and think about why you’re opposed to that person.  Look at that person without thinking about their ethnic/religious background.  If you find something you don’t like in their personality, fine that’s fair enough.  At least that’s better than brushing someone off without giving them a chance simply because your parents did the same. If you're rejecting someone based on your "failed" experience, you should know better not to let the same happen to your kids. Look at a person's qualities rather than religious sect or background. Our great prophet Mohammad (PBUH) once said "إذا جاءكم ممن ترضون دينه و خلقه فزوجوه، إلا تفعلوا تكن فتنة في الأرض و فساد عريض".*****  There must be a reason why your child loves that person so much!  They’re not just gonna pick anyone off the streets like that!  But if you keep doing this, they eventually will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us all a chance.  Grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- LiB Teammate's comments: These are mentalities that create a bigger hole amongst people as they don't embrace diversity. Apart from genetic and religious impact of this backwardness, this creates another problem. Let's say that this girl doesn't get married and she's so heartbroken, she will go out with this person behind their parents' backs. Or even worse, they might end up being whores throwing themselves at anyone's arms which in turn will raise the rate of prostitution in this country which is already high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ba7raani: Pronounced Bahraani. which is a proper pronunciation of the word "Bahraini" in written Arabic. Of the Shia religious sect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**3ejmiya or 3ajam: Pronounced Ajam. People of Persian origins. In proper Arabic, Ajams is used to describe any non-arabs be them Persians, Hindi, European, American etc. Also of the Shia sect of Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Hoolee: Pronounced "holy". People who moved out from "Arabia" during the Islamic middle ages and settled in the southern parts of modern day Iran, some villages there still speak pure Arabic while some developed their own dialect of Persian language with Arabic terminologies. These are from the Sunni sect of Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Jahiliya: The period before Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Basically what this Hadeeth or saying by our great prophet Mohammad PBUH means: "If someone comes and asks you for your daughter's hand who is a devout practitioner of religion and has great manners then don't hesitate to approve, if you don't then it's a big loss and disastrous for the society"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113595890505926537?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113595890505926537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113595890505926537&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113595890505926537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113595890505926537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/marriage-and-diversity.html' title='Marriage and Diversity...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113584812648853836</id><published>2005-12-29T12:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:56:03.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapsots...</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pics I was able to take after we wrote about them, you will find these morons' pics and if they were related to a previous post by us, they will be linked to that article. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this one is related to the &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/bedouin-wannabes.html"&gt;Bedouin Wannabes…&lt;/a&gt; article. Look at the antenna, I think this idiot still thinks he's in a bumper car in Adhari Park, maybe he thought he would need something to get the electricity to the car just like those bumper cars =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/data2/fc776b37fffef0ec8760a429d47df2c1/52955_p846354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/bedouin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in this pic, I am waiting at the red light to turn left, this motherfucker came in front of me and in the middle of the fucking road, not giving a rat's ass about me, why doesn't he want to wait behind me? It was 11:30 pm! There were no other cars waiting in the lane behind me, then why is he bypassing? I guess he's a moronic retard. Fucking sand-nigger. Oh, and he went on before the light turning green, I should have videoed him, damn. This pic can relate to the &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/shitty-drivers.html"&gt;Shitty Drivers…&lt;/a&gt; article or the &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/morons-on-road.html"&gt;Morons on the Road…&lt;/a&gt; article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/data2/fc776b37fffef0ec8760a429d47df2c1/52955_p846355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/asswipe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooh look at me, I don't give a fuck about civilized people, they are sissies, proper parking is for sissies, I will just park here and run my errands". What on earth was this guy thinking? Now this guy doesn't has a shitty car. We said it before, it's not a rich fuck thing, it's a shitty asshole thing. Check out our &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/parking-politics.html"&gt;Parking Politics…&lt;/a&gt; article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/shitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/shitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, back to our &lt;a href="http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/parking-politics.html"&gt;Parking Politics…&lt;/a&gt; article, this asswipe is parked as you can notice in the middle of the fucking road! Look at the "virtual" ra9eef* right in front of this car, he's parked right at an intersection! Who the fuck does he think he is? Typical Bukuwara Road Bedouin wannabe sand-nigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/data2/fc776b37fffef0ec8760a429d47df2c1/52955_p846356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Bukuwara.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you updated with more snapshots from around the retarddom of Bahrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ra9eef: pronounced "Raseef" meaning sidewalk or curb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113584812648853836?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113584812648853836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113584812648853836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113584812648853836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113584812648853836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/snapsots.html' title='Snapsots...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113574864161950897</id><published>2005-12-28T08:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T04:53:32.113+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sluts Rights Activists!‎</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through the newspaper the other day and I had the laugh of my ‎life when I came across this bombshell of an article:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/slut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/slut.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation:‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎“With confidence”… A college girl demands her “freedom” with her ‎boyfriend!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young Bahraini woman stood in court confidently admitting that she has an ‎intimate relationship with her boyfriend and that she has had sex with him in a ‎parking lot, excusing her actions by saying “What I have done is part of my ‎freedom… We are in a democratic country and my boyfriend is going to marry ‎me anyway.”‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge did not like the gutsy young woman’s remarks so he scolded her ‎saying, “Our country is Islamic before it is Arabic.”  He sentenced her to three ‎months in prison on the charges of public indecency.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the patrol cars that arrested the girl as she was in an intimate, hot ‎position with her boyfriend in a car park.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her defense attorney’s case was built around considering her university ‎circumstances and her young age, but the court was having none of it as she has ‎passed the age of 21 years, supporting its judgment on Bahrain being a kingdom ‎that respects the rules and does not imitate the west.  And she was sentenced to ‎be imprisoned for three months according to rule 350 in the Laws of Criminal ‎Punishment.‎&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda drugs has this slut been munching on?!  Democratic country?  Part of my ‎freedom?  What is this, Jerry fucking Springer?!  This bitch has been fucked so hard she lost her ‎fucking mind!  Who the fuck gave this slut the idea that she can stand up in court ‎‎(impressive that she could still stand after all that ass action), and teach the judge about ‎what she can and cannot do in this country? What nerve! What's next, sluts rallying in exhibition road for the right to fuck in public places? Gay rights rallies?! Fuck that, over my dead body, not in my kingdom!  Oh and respect to the boyfriend that actually ‎convinced her that he’s gonna marry her.  Yeah, right!  You think someone would marry ‎a slut like you?  Not just a slut, but fucking PROUD of it!  I bet she knew, and she was ‎just using desperate excuses when she figured out that all that was coming out of her mouth was a mixture of semen and bullshit!  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the judge, man!  Swift and fair justice, no fucking around, just threw her ‎straight to jail for 3 months!  And I commend the lady who wrote this article too.  Check ‎out the wording!  “She was caught in a hot, intimate position with her boyfriend in a ‎parking lot.” HAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA!  Not only is she a slut she’s a ‎fucking parking lot slut!  I mean forget the fact that having sex before marriage is wrong, ‎but what about the fact she was doing it in public?  A fucking parking lot?  You must be ‎real desperate for cock, bitch.  And respect to the defense attorney not trying pull off any ‎hotshot lawyer tactics and sticking to the “she’s just a stupid kid” case.  Did she actually ‎think she could win the case?  Maybe if you flashed your boobs to the judge… ‎naaaaahhh.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are a lot of guys out there who actually want this shit to happen.  They want ‎girls to be open (literally), and unfortunately there are girls who agree and provide this ‎for them.  Look at the west that you’re trying to imitate here: you get teenage pregnancy, ‎bastard children and an increase in venereal diseases since kids have no fucking clue ‎what safe sex is!  There are good reasons why Allah banned sex before marriage, so why ‎do you challenge His word?  You think you don’t have freedoms because you can’t have ‎sex before you’re married?  Look at Palestine.  Look at Iraq.  Look at all these countries ‎where people fight for food, water and liberty, facing death everyday.  Consider yourself ‎lucky for being able to walk down a street without getting shot, you ungrateful bitch!   ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, fuck it!  I’m checking myself out for herpes! ‎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113574864161950897?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113574864161950897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113574864161950897&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113574864161950897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113574864161950897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/sluts-rights-activists.html' title='Sluts Rights Activists!‎'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113558210382770855</id><published>2005-12-26T10:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T04:58:30.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'>‎96.SHITE FM‎</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/rabah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/320/rabah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎“Yooouuu’re listening to the guuulf’s nuuuuuuuumber ooooonnnne! Radio ‎Bahraaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiin!”‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off with that ancient fucking jingle I’m fucking sick of it!  Why the fuck are we still ‎using it?  It may have been good back in the fucking seventies but face the facts people ‎the world of radio is evolving TRY TO CATCH UP!  And who said 96.5 was the gulf’s ‎number one?  It’s fucking shit!  You should see the state of the studio.  It’s absolutely ‎horrendous!  Like a fucking prison cell!  They didn’t change anything since they first ‎started!  Even the phone when you call 17780780, you think there’s like a fancy ‎switching system to organize the calls?  No, no.  It’s a small wooden box with 12 light-up ‎buttons of which 3 are only used for lines.  So the next time you call DJ Damian (real ‎name Gupta Kumar) you will know why it takes so fucking long for him to answer.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/borat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/borat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;-- Borat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But respect for DJ Damian for making the radio a bit less grimace-inducing as it used to ‎be.  At least the guy speaks proper English and plays up-to-date music of a variety of ‎types.  Radio Bahrain made the right move when it came to him and Krazy Kevin.  But ‎then why the fuck did they keep that pedophile sounding DJ what’s-his-face who all the ‎Philipino women love?  You know, the guy that says “well hellooooo… juicy groovy” ‎OH MY GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP!  And who the fuck taught you how to speak ‎English?  Borat???  Also, I heard this guy the other day… something Dawood can’t ‎remember although I should coz he’s a fucking dumbass... He kept boasting about how ‎he’s part of the “new youth generation taking Bahrain by storm.”  La storm wala hom ‎ya7zanoon you’re a repetitive idiot with a mic my friend.  Although respect to the track ‎selection homeboy you got it laid down.  Too bad you can’t speak English properly or do ‎a decent mix!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what’s with this attitude that the radio was made for the foreigners?  I don’t know if ‎it was originally but come on!  It’s doesn’t take a genius to figure out that most of your ‎listeners are Bahrainis!  We speak English too you know.  And even those who don’t ‎know a word of English still listen to some western music at least!  You know like Bob ‎Marley or the Eagles (some of them only listen to those two, and by the way, only one ‎eagles tune: “Hotel California”).  Hell you can see sand-niggers of Isa Town singing a ‎Bob Marley song like they were brought from Jamaica itself, yet they can speak ZERO ‎English let alone understanding the language. You got teeny boppers calling in every ‎morning and every afternoon on the way to school and back.  Shouldn’t that be enough of ‎a hint for you stupid asses?  Why service the needs of the minority of people who make ‎up the foreigners and leave us the Bahraini western-music fans to be the supplementary ‎beneficiaries?  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge and address us you idiot DJ fucks: We’re Bahraini.  So FUCK THIS, I’m ‎gonna go listen to my Gypsy Kings CD.‎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113558210382770855?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113558210382770855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113558210382770855&amp;isPopup=true' title='70 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113558210382770855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113558210382770855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/96shite-fm.html' title='‎96.SHITE FM‎'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>70</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113541642237594113</id><published>2005-12-24T12:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T12:27:03.236+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Politics...</title><content type='html'>You know when you buy a brand new car and you step in to smell that brand new car smell, you can’t help but feel attached to this fine piece of machinery. You don’t go too fast on speed bumps and you’re careful opening the door so as not to get it scratched. But what about the idiots who don’t care about their cars? They must be so jealous of my car! If they park next to me, they will surely try to bang their filthy door onto my sweet little mean machine! There must be a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! I’ll park like a brainless retarded moron and people won't dare do anything to me! I mean I have a nice car right? No one will mind =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ASSHOLE?!  Who gave you the right to take up two parking spaces? Do you own the cinema? The parking lot? Great, now I have to reverse and park outside the cinema complex IN THE SAND!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich fucks… But you know what? It’s not a "rich fuck" thing! Check this guy out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He owns a Ferrari. Now this is worth a lot more than a fucking Porsche Boxster, and he’s only taking up one parking space. And look what he’s parked next to! A Toyota Tercel! He’s not afraid that the owner of this unfortunate car will angrily bang the door against his! So what the fuck is up that Porsche guy’s ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another example that it's not a "rich fuck" thing rather than a "shitty good-for-nothing fuck" thing, it's not about money, it's about fucking attitude, now if the Porsche guy was worried about his car, what the fuck is this guy worried about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't let the dark grey lines deceive you, and look at the guy, he's parked right on the white line, and even if you look at it, he's parked right on the other dark grey line, so either way he's parked wrongly, there is a perfectly complete parking spot wasted. Would a couple of centimeters hurt? Or is he a fucking retard? He just came and parked without looking at the line, which is the case with a lot of assholes that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh look at meeeee! I own the road! The cinema belongs to my daddy! I’LL JUST PARK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/pic4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now this picture will seem normal to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/pic5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you notice that they’re not actually parking spots these cars have been parked in! What the hell?  Stop blocking the way out you dumbasses! I hope some ninja gets freaked by this blockage and rampages her way out of the mess leaving these cars scraped and scratched to fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this guy with another Ferrari. But notice, he parked so neatly. It’s exactly between the lines. Kodos!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/pic6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we may not be lucky to drive Porsches, but when after we got our licenses we STILL parked properly. You think if you own a nice car people will excuse you to park like a monkey? Oh wait, I’m gonna have to apologize… I insulted the monkey. Give other people the convenience of a parking spot! There are families that also like going to the places you go to. What makes you better than them with respect to where they park? You take two parking spaces, the place fills up, people will get pissed off when they see your car! It’s more prone to being keyed now than ever! This isn’t a warning by the way, it’s a fucking threat! The next time I see a car parked like that I will take my key and scrape the side so deep you’ll have new aerodynamic air-holes. You’ll thank me for this, assholes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this, I'll go key some cars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--LiB Team Comments: We would like to thank one of our biggest fans, Intoxicated, for providing us with these priceless photos. Many thanks to you =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113541642237594113?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113541642237594113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113541642237594113&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113541642237594113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113541642237594113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/parking-politics.html' title='Parking Politics...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113508564628629440</id><published>2005-12-20T16:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:38:02.543+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Union of Boredom (UoB), a.k.a University of Bahrain…</title><content type='html'>I came across an article in the newspaper which brought back old memories and how angry I was back when I was at Uni.  I was more pissed off then than I am nowadays at sand-niggers, mowaleed 7waar* and shitty fucking drivers.  But ninjas still come in No.1 in the ultimate list of big time piss-me-offs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/data2/fc776b37fffef0ec8760a429d47df2c1/52955_p827153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/scan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile, for you are in the University of Bahrain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all full-time and part-time students…&lt;br /&gt;Let the smiles be shining on your faces always, for you are in the university of Bahrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear students…&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see how an ant colony attacks a piece of cake, then all you have to do is go to the registration section during the add and drop period!&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanted to lose 3kg of your weight DAILY then all you have to do is go back and forth to building number 40 on foot!&lt;br /&gt;And if you discover at the beginning of a semester that your timetable has NO subjects at all then smile, you’re in the University of Bahrain!&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanted to know the latest rage in fashion, mobile phones, makeup trends. Go to the University of Bahrain and you will definitely smile =)&lt;br /&gt;If you were hungry and want to have a scrumptious meal then go to the food court. But beware, you might end up spending all that’s in your wallet but never forget to put that smile on your face!&lt;br /&gt;And if you do manage to finally graduate from the university and you never got to see [His Excellency] you academic advisor’s face not even for once. Smile!&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanted a signature from [his highness] the head of your section, then wait for one whole week, but smile!&lt;br /&gt;And if your eyelids don’t close at night and you cannot remember how delicious sleeping felt, in the name of studying to the extent of hallucination with numbers, years and names, and in the end you get an “F” then smile, you’re in the University of Bahrain.&lt;br /&gt;And if you come one day trying to find a parking spot for an hour until the lecture time is over then smile!&lt;br /&gt;And my dear father, if you want to enroll ALL your kids at the University of Bahrain then think again as exemptions have been ceased and expenses have increased dramatically. But don’t forget to smile!&lt;br /&gt;If you have Vitamin (W) [meaning WASTA**], then you will be in a good health and shape, away from the “add and drop” diseases and the full medicine.&lt;br /&gt;The “A” grade has become a dream everyone is wishing for and the “E” is what everyone gets. However, the hope in graduating remains even after a while.&lt;br /&gt;My dear university…&lt;br /&gt;I apologize, as I am honored to be one of your graduates.&lt;br /&gt;With sincere thanks and gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;[The most sarcastic woman in Bahrain]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what kind of shitheads we had/have to deal with in this shithole of a university?  I remember when I was studying there 5 years ago, I had just started work and was working shifts.  I went to change from part time to full time and they refused immediately without looking into my case!  I had a letter from my employer stating that they needed me mostly for night shifts therefore attendance of evening classes would be difficult but nooo, they don’t give a shit about human beings!  They want to allow changes to people who either bribe them or do them sexual favors.  Or, of course, you can use a was6a** if you have one.  Just like a typical government ministry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to a lot of different people back then, and I discovered once that someone I know knew Dr. Isa Al-Khayat (Dean of Registration) very well.  She tried to talk to him about my case, changing from part-time to full-time too, yet he still refused to do anything and said that it’s impossible for ANYONE to do that.  If that was true, you so called doctor, fucking dicksuck, then why on earth were Saudi female students allowed to change?  Were they giving you blowjobs?  What the fuck?  Are you trying to be Clinton now?  This is the kind of fucked up people we have to deal with in this country: People with a power trip who think they own everyone, and they consider everyone their bitches.  As usual, there are rules but they do not apply to everyone.  Why put rules and regulations in the first place if they apply to a selected number of people?  Why do you want to deprive them of their dignity?  Well I guess they’re doing this in uni to prepare people for their harsh lives ahead of them.  Well in that case, I think it’s a good idea!  People WILL face situations like this in life here in Bahrain.  Well, Mr. Dean of Registration, how would you like to suck my dick with no teeth?  Wouldn’t you like a taste of your own medicine?  Motherfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the university itself is all shit. They don’t teach you anything properly and they give you tons of non-related subjects, resulting in low GPAs.  Or worse, you get nerds memorizing every word in all of the books, just to get that 4.0 GPA, and then they graduate with zero understanding of what they studied!  When they enter job interviews, they’ll be fucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck, I can’t even go on anymore.  I am too tired to get into detail.  The whole educational system here is a joke.  Kids were always raised to think that you need a 4.0 GPA or top grades to get the best jobs.  None of us are properly skilled unless we learn on our own time.  No wonder why America and Europe will always own us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit, I need a teethless-dean-of-registration-fuckhead blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--LiB Team Comment: I was trying to find a picture of Isa Al-Khayat, so I googled his name, wanted to highlight that he is the devil, but couldn’t find any, you can &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=inurl:uob.edu.bh&amp;svnum=10&amp;hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;start=0&amp;sa=N&amp;filter=0"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to check out all images on the uni server.  50 google search pages, yet not a single picture of that dicksuck.  Is he a fucking vampire or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mowaleed 7waar: This means "Born in Hawar Islands". A term used to describe the Syrian and Jordanian Bedouins who were "brought" to Bahrain and were given the Bahraini nationality on the spot, so in the passport, their place of birth is "Hawar" islands, despite being a desert island and no one lives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Was6a: Pronounced "waasta" which means to use your power, influence or aquaintances to get something done, bypassing all rules or policies. It's a common thing in Bahrain and you have to resort to this measure to get your errands done on time and without hassle. Otherwise you will have to suffer and beg like a dog to get things done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113508564628629440?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113508564628629440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113508564628629440&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113508564628629440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113508564628629440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/union-of-boredom-uob-aka-university-of.html' title='Union of Boredom (UoB), a.k.a University of Bahrain…'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113483140258735942</id><published>2005-12-17T17:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:12:21.400+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedouin Wannabes...</title><content type='html'>If you’re retarded (meaning you happen to fall within 80% of Bahrain’s population), then you're probably one of those idiots that drive around all day, wasting BD10 on fuel, and basically doing nothing but polluting the air and throwing garbage on the street. Oh, and running out of brain cells if already not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we explained in our previous posts, Bahrain has many of what you can call “love streets”, where people spend all day just driving around like a bunch of good for nothing bastards, and so many different types of retards can be found on these streets, like the gangsta wannabes who drive around in their 1980 Nissan Z’s, or the whores that wear ninja gear and dance and flirt with boys thinking that they are invisible cause they’re wearing covers 'n ninja masks, and rich fucks that ride in their Bentleys with 24” chrome wheels, and not knowing anything about money cause daddy got it for them for being a good boy and eating his vegetables, and you get the confused frustrated idiots who accidentally ended up on one of these streets and got stuck for 2 hours in the traffic, struggling to get out, and of course last but definitely not least, the Bedouin wannabes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/320/camel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 2 years, a weird new (something) started to spread around the country like a plague, people apparently think it’s cool to look like a Bedouin!  Now this is obviously the influence of out neighboring countries (since they actually have REAL Bedouins that live in deserted areas, in tents and ride camels, the whole shebang), but how the hell did this thing end up here? We don’t have Bedouins, and didn’t have any since the 1930s, so why did they all start to appear now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having trouble spotting a Bedouin wannabe (if you're blind it's ok, you're forgiven), here are some pointers that could help you recognize these fucks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Driving around in a 4X4, mostly it’s a Nissan Patrol, and in some cases a Land Cruiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/Patrol.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Patrol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; The cars are usually old models (minimum 5 years old), have dent bumpers and a rusty looking body/paint job.  &lt;br /&gt; Huge balloon wheels (this is what they actually call them cause they look like balloons, they are apparently made to drive on soft sand, not pavements).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/63oos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/63oos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Very long aerials sticking out of the rear end of the car (above 15 meters, seriously).  &lt;br /&gt; A sticker with an Arabian nick name at the back of the car.  &lt;br /&gt; A picture of a falcon or a dead leader, or both together, on the rear window.  &lt;br /&gt; Extremely loud Bedouin jalsa* music, for everyone else it sounds like what should’ve been the soundtrack of "The Exorcist".  &lt;br /&gt; Driver and passengers have light beards, or if they cant grow any, weird sideburns.  &lt;br /&gt; The ghitra** is worn as people from UAE do, known as a 7amdaniya***.  &lt;br /&gt; Long messed up hair sticking from underneath the 7amdaniya.  &lt;br /&gt; Annoying clapping and in some cases, one of the passengers ends up covering his face with the ghitra and dancing on the roof.  &lt;br /&gt; Big exhaust pipe to create a really loud annoying noise. Also known as "Fart Cannons".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that these people actually exist in other gulf countries, but how did it end up here? Why did it become cool all of a sudden to dress up and act like “modern” Bedouins? No one has an answer to these questions, but what really irritates me, is that none of them actually have full Arabian roots! Yes, most of these Bedouin retards you see are in fact descendants from Iran, their families came from Iran, their parents speak Persian, but do they actually admit it? No way, they will deny it, and ignore the truth. Why? Why would you wanna be someone you're not? It's not something to be ashamed of. In fact, defying your origins is shameful indeed. Be who you are, you're not fully Arabian, yes you were brought up and raised in this country, but don’t ignore he fact that you're origins are from somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on all you fuckers who pretend to be someone else, if you guys wanna be camel fuckers then fine with me, but I'd rather be called a mahyawa**** maker than a fucking Bedouin any day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride this *points at crotch*, I'll go eat some falazeen*****.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--LiB Teammate's comments: "Of course this is not bashing at the people being Bahraini. On the contrary, they should be proud that they're Bahraini. The thing is that they forget their roots. Look at immigrants in the US, Canada, Australia etc. They say that they are originally from X country, be them Italian, Greek, etc., and that their roots are from there, there is nothing wrong with it. Except for some, and I repeat, &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; Indians who also forget their roots and go "I am Canadian" and some shit like that. I have seen and heard it with my own eyes 'n ears. So these are now acting all arabized whereas their origins are from other places. Again, I don't say go about switching your loyalty, you're Bahraini. But for fuck's sake, look at your face, look at your accent, look at your last name! It all gives who you are away in just 4 seconds flat. Why deny who you are? Okay maybe some won't recognize your origins in 4 seconds, they probably have Down Syndrome or something like that, it actually takes 'em two extra seconds to recognize it. So for crying out loud, STOP ACTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jalsa music: A type of "live" Arabian music where they gather and sit on the ground and sing and clap. Some sort of folklore music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Ghitra: Part of the Arabian traditional dress which is a piece of cloth put on the head, topped by 3gaal "Agal". The Islamic extremists often wear it without a 3gaal, only the Ghitra itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***7amdaniya: Pronounced "Hamdaneyya". A style in wearing the ghitra, rolled around the head like towel heads with a tail. It is a style worn mostly by people from the Emirates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Mahyawa: A Traditional kind of meal created originally by the inhabitants of the Southern part of Iran which consists of dried fish and water to create what we can call "Fish Sauce" which can be used then to put on top of bread or puffy bread to give it a tangy taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Falazeen: A thin bread "Almost like tortillas" topped by drops of mahyawa which is a very popular meal eaten on breakfast or as a snack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113483140258735942?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113483140258735942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113483140258735942&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113483140258735942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113483140258735942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/bedouin-wannabes.html' title='Bedouin Wannabes...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113477122268872530</id><published>2005-12-16T23:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:00:04.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day Indeed!</title><content type='html'>First of all, Happy National Day, Bahrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The national day is an occasion for the whole nation, it's not only political, it's a symbol, a mark of an era. A symbol for the people. We're not gonna get political 'n stuff as usual. Once again, we wanna highlight the assholes that make us look bad who were as usual ruining the beauty of this occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is a happy occasion, and to celebrate it is not bad or something you should be punished for. However, if you were in Bukawara Road this evening you would have loved to shoot some sand-niggers, Saudis and fucking Qataris who were driving back and forth as usual but in greater numbers tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cars I saw had their kids sitting on the edge of the window holding Bahrain flags. Would you wanna have your kids with NO safety at all to sit on the edge of a car window holding onto a flag instead of something to prevent him/her/it from falling? I saw a kid who nearly fell because his shitty ninja mother hit the gas suddenly and the kid nearly fell. Damn! What the fuck was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic I could take of a kid sitting on a car window edge holding a flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/data2/fc776b37fffef0ec8760a429d47df2c1/52955_p821391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/16122005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder these shitty kids turn out to be shitty adults who will in 10-15 years have their turn to be good for nothing fucks to roam around the "love streets" of Bahrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;a href='http://media.putfile.com/Saudi'&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; I took of a Saudi fucker who had half his car on the pavement and his other half on the road. We had a fucking Saudi wannabe comment on one of our previous posts that Saudis are good and they own us 'n shit. Well I hope this is good enough proof for your blind eyes you fucking camel jockey. Now I know not all Saudis are bad but these are the ones we do see everyday. So don't come blaming us for criticizing you. Even the American Department of State has some caution for those Americans traveling to Saudi, highlighting the way they drive. See how tarnished your image is? So shut the hell up and stop being a cry-baby. 90% of Saudis are savages. LIVE WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;TRAFFIC SAFETY AND ROAD CONDITIONS:  While in a foreign country, U.S. citizens may encounter road conditions that differ significantly from those in the United States.  The information below concerning Saudi Arabia is provided for general reference only, and may not be totally accurate in a particular location or circumstance. &lt;br /&gt;Short-term male visitors may drive on their U.S. driver’s license.  American men employed in Saudi Arabia should obtain a local driver’s license with the Department of Traffic Police.  Women are not allowed to drive or ride bicycles on public roads. &lt;br /&gt;Traffic accidents are a significant hazard in Saudi Arabia. Driving habits are generally poor, and accidents involving vehicles driven by minors are not uncommon. In the event of a traffic accident resulting in personal injury, all persons involved (if not in the hospital) may be taken to the local police station. Drivers are likely to be held for several days until responsibility is determined and any reparations paid. In many cases, all drivers are held in custody regardless of fault. Those involved in an accident should immediately contact their sponsor and the U.S. Embassy or nearest U.S. Consulate. &lt;a href='http://travel.state.gov/travel/cis_pa_tw/cis/cis_1012.html'&gt;http://travel.state.gov/travel/cis_pa_tw/cis/cis_1012.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road was PACKED with Qataris and Saudis who were holding Bahrain flags, now we all know that they weren't holding those flags for the love of Bahrain, they are here to score some chicks who were displaying true whoreness tonight. They also had their car stereos at full blast and bringing their heads out and screaming at everyone they saw. The only thing they didn't do that they were so close to doing is to flash their tits at everyone they came across! Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with these people? I mean it's okay to celebrate the national day, but do it moderately and in a civilized manner. Here is another &lt;a href='http://media.putfile.com/Idiots68'&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of different kind of morons who were at Bufuckingkuwara Road tonight, ranging from bitches, Saudis, Qataris and Bahraini sand-niggers  to kids who were carelessly riding their bikes with no caution to the heavy traffic on the road. These are people who obviously have nothing better to do with their time or a better contribution to society, bringing their kids with them to teach them what to do with their spare time instead of going for &lt;a href='http://mahmood.tv/index.php/blog/2084'&gt;REAL events&lt;/a&gt; that were happening during the national day holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will these people learn? Do they use the internet often? I want them to see this site and see what kind of fucked up things they are doing to our name as Bahrainis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will these negative fucks stop what they're doing? I think never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this shit, I'll book a flight to Guatemala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113477122268872530?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113477122268872530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113477122268872530&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113477122268872530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113477122268872530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-national-day-indeed.html' title='Happy National Day Indeed!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113463455118950953</id><published>2005-12-15T10:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:13:50.456+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 'Mini' Birthday, lifeinbahrain!!!</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a month since we started, and boy that month was filled with events, I feel that we started this blog not last month but last year! This was a thing I wanted to start a long time back. But didn't until it just struck me exactly one month ago! I just had to start writing about what annoys me, I informed a couple of friends and they were in the team with me straight away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on November 15th 2005, Life in Bahrain was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/NoTears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/NoTears.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're a "core" team of 3 members under the name "LiB Team", then we have "HaloweenHarry" and The "Cynic" who contribute from time to time with useful posts but are not as aggressive as us. However, they are good for all the cry-babies who complain about our approach to posting. The "Parental Advisory" sticker was put there as well just for those cry-babies. I suggest another thing also, use Johnson &amp; Johnson Baby Shampoo cuz they use a new and improved "No More Tears" formula which can stop you from crying, dipshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry-babies aside, we have had great feedback from a lot of people, either through commenting on our various posts or by &lt;a href="mailto:lifeinbahrain@hotmail.com"&gt;e-mailing us&lt;/a&gt;. Many thanks to all who supported and encouraged us to go forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be going from strength to strength, and will continue to do what we are doing. A little notice though: Some people asked us why we don't write about the government. Well it's not that everything is perfect in Bahrain but government bashing isn't our style, we decided to leave that to its people. We focus on the people's attitudes and behaviours which makes every true Bahraini out there sad, frustrated and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a repeat of thanks to the team, our supporters and whoever wrote us or commented on our posts. And a special and BIIIIG thanks goes out to the dipshits who made this happen, keep doing what you're doing. You never know, you might end up in here one day =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113463455118950953?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113463455118950953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113463455118950953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113463455118950953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113463455118950953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-mini-birthday-lifeinbahrain.html' title='Happy &apos;Mini&apos; Birthday, lifeinbahrain!!!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113455214484770711</id><published>2005-12-14T12:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:43:25.036+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Bahraini...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/burjalarab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/burjalarab.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Dubai.  Look at all the fantastic architecture built and on the way.  It is almost ‎scary how fast and efficient that emirate is when it comes to its development.  But it’s not ‎just tall buildings; have you seen the hotels? The resorts?  The shopping malls?  Intense  ‎We go to Dubai once every three months just to see what’s new!  Some areas become ‎almost unrecognizable!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- &lt;em&gt;Burj Al-Arab Hotel in Dubai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not Bahrain?  Well I’m not gonna go deep into economic and political theories and ‎conspiracies coz that’s not what the LiB team does.  The fundamental reason I will be ‎explaining is simple: We don’t deserve it.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/bfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/bfh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean don’t get me wrong, I think we as a nation do; we the people of the kingdom of ‎Bahrain who care and love for our country and work hard to keep it safe, economically ‎sound and a great place to live, deserve it.  But, unfortunately, there is a great majority of ‎people here that do not give a fuck about Bahrain or its people, and only care for ‎themselves, the bunch of selfish pricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bahrain Financial Harbor&lt;/em&gt; --&gt;  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see them everywhere!  Where you work, where you shop, even when you drive! ‎Like the company employees that slack and delay their work because no one else can do ‎what they do and they’re too fucking lazy to finish it at a normal rate.  You have ‎customers to serve man!  If you don’t do your job, people will complain!  At the end of ‎the day the slowness will domino onto the customers’ requests and this will further prove ‎to them that things aren’t done as efficiently or professionally here as they are outside of ‎Bahrain.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the driver that pulls up and throws out his trash in the middle of the ‎fucking highway!  Do you like driving through garbage?  Do you like the sound of ‎crunching cans under your tires?  Is this how you spend your day at home?  You walk ‎around eating bananas all day and throw the peel on the floor, huh, Monkey Brain?!  ‎Garbage smells for fuck’s sake!  But I guess you wouldn’t be able to notice since you ‎smell like shit yourself.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are real smart payphones in the UK that you can send emails, faxes and SMS’s ‎from.  How long do you think these would last here in Bahrain?  The average lifespan of ‎a normal payphone in Bahrain is 23 hours, 14 minutes and 37 seconds.  I would expect ‎the high-tech ones to be killed off in 3 seconds flat.  I guess people are so superstitious ‎that the bright lights from the monitors scare them and they fear they will bring a deadly ‎curse upon them and their children YOU FUCKING IGNORANT SHITHEADS!  It’s ‎because of these people that when companies get introduced to great and innovative ‎technological ideas, they just dismiss it for the reason that “it will be abused” or “no one ‎will use coz they’re retards and they’re not up to date with technology.”  Trust me man, it ‎goes way past not up to date with technology.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice: Grow the fuck up.  Think about what you’re doing before you do it.  Change ‎your fucking attitude because you’re acting like children!  “Why should I do it if no one ‎else is doing it?”  Well if you don’t do it WHO THE FUCK WILL?  Work as hard as you ‎can, if not for your country, for yourself and your family!  There’s no harm in more ‎money is there?  And what about some recognition?  People DO get recognized for their ‎work.  “But sir, I work so hard and no one gives a shit!”  Then there’s something wrong ‎with your boss (this will be discussed in another article).  If he doesn’t give a shit, go ‎higher.  His boss will love to know he ain’t doing his job right!  At the end of the day, ‎your company will do better, your customers will be happier, and more money will flow!  ‎Good shit gets carried forward just as well as the bad shit!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your country.  Just stop and look at it!  Find out what’s wrong with it, but don’t ‎just live with the problems!  Do something about it!  Anything!  Aren’t you sick and tired ‎of being branded by the phrase “lazy Arab?”  I swear man it ain’t difficult!  Can’t you ‎wait until you can find a trashcan and throw your rubbish there?  Yes it can be that ‎simple.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re complaining because we have problems.  Good!  That’s step 1: recognizing the ‎problem.  But what about step 2?  No it ain’t “let’s just sit and watch as we live our lives, ‎side by side, with our beloved annoyances.”  You have to tell people about it!  But you ‎know what? Chances are people already know about it.  So go on to step 3: tell the people ‎who are concerned.  Usually, we are ALL the people concerned.  If not, let them know!  ‎Show them!  Do rallies, write articles, use art and music; anything!  It will not go ‎unnoticed.  Since you’re already acting like children, then you’ll probably react the same ‎way: you’ll run to your room and slam the door, but we all know you were listening.  But ‎you don’t have to sit in your room and cry about it.  Get out and show everyone you ‎recognize the problem too and that you WANT a solution to it.  If you have a solution ‎then broadcast it, don’t leave it to yourself.  If you don’t, tell as many people as you can; ‎you never know who might come up with a great idea.  The more people you tell, the ‎more people will think, the better the chances of finding a solution; it’s math people.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act like you deserve better.  Make them see that we deserve better.  Change your attitude.  ‎Be proud: You’re Bahraini.‎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113455214484770711?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113455214484770711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113455214484770711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113455214484770711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113455214484770711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/being-bahraini.html' title='Being Bahraini...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113440145430944274</id><published>2005-12-12T18:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:46:55.936+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitches!</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, let’s explain to you how a 7jab* should be worn.  It’s a piece of fabric ‎that is worn on the head that hides the woman’s hair and neck completely.  To a lot of ‎people in Bahrain that rule is bent; they show a little hair or show their neck or ‎something.  Who the fuck do you think you are bending Allah’s rules?  No it’s not ok to ‎show a little hair or neck!  Also, most of these people wear tight clothes with it.  What the ‎fuck is the point of that?  It’s like wanting to buy a car, but drawing a cardboard cut-out ‎and coloring it in and pretending to drive it, making your own sound effects and all!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not against people who do not wear the 7jab.  It’s none of my business to interfere in ‎such matters.  I am concerned about those who wear it inappropriately and JUDGE those ‎who do not wear it. Do you have mirrors in your bedroom? I mean you must do coz you spend 17 hours a day painting your faces. But can you really see yourself? These women need a bitchslapping session, snoop doggy dog style! EITHER DO IT PROPERLY OR DON'T DO IT AT ALL! AND DON'T GO ABOUT &lt;em&gt;IMPOSING&lt;/em&gt; YOUR SHITTY ATTITUDE ON OTHERS. Just like ninjas, they want all others to be fucking garbage bags like they are. What the fuck? Do it yourself and be a quiet shitty slut about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what’s with the temporary conservativeness in Ramadhan about?  You see girls ‎going to coffee shops wearing the 3abaya** and/or 7jab and after Ramadhan they ‎magically transform back to their original whore-like nature.  Wow, thank you sluts for ‎making Ramadhan easy for us!  It seems that the only reason they dress conservatively ‎for that period is to stop people from gossiping about them.  HOW FUCKING ‎RETARDED CAN YOU GET?  If you already go to a coffee shop and smoke sheesha, ‎people WILL talk about you regardless of what you’re wearing and when you’re wearing ‎it!  And for the record, I’ve noticed that most of the women that do this have a big ass.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/karmad_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/karmad_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roughly translated, in this cartoon you see this biatch wearing revealing clothing but put on a Hijab or a headscarf on her head and saying:"I decided to put on a Hijab in Ramadhan" And the guy is saying "I am fasting oh God!" and as you can notice, the properly dressed lady is having a big "WTF" drawn on her head. Which brings me to this question "What the FUCK?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy is the keyword here boys and girls (and so is irony).  People are quick to judge ‎others before looking at themselves.  All they see in the mirror is “oooh is my make up ‎right?”  They should really be saying “am I doing this right?”  People, please, take a ‎measly few seconds to THINK about what you’re doing before you act.  And for those ‎women who are wearing the 7jab properly and dressing appropriately with it: we are very ‎proud of you and you are setting a great example for our young muslim daughters.  Keep ‎it up!‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/RamadanHabits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/RamadanHabits.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation: The lady at work is saying:"To mark my appreciation to my fellow workers' feelings during Ramadhan, I decided to put on Hijab" and the guy says:"God bless you, you have met the objective" (being sarcastic of course!) another WTF here!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;em&gt;* pronounced Hejab&lt;br /&gt;‎** pronounced Abaya‎&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113440145430944274?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113440145430944274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113440145430944274&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113440145430944274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113440145430944274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/bitches.html' title='Bitches!'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113431788633701170</id><published>2005-12-11T19:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:07:04.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Through Thick Fog... (Or Through Thick Brains?)...</title><content type='html'>Not a day – nor hour – passes without being hit in the face with issues that beg to be written about. Most of the time, the issues are so numerous that we lazily let them go without so much as a disappointed sign or a rageful grit of the teeth. Sometimes they slap us so HARD that they cannot be ignored. I was driving to work the other day when another absurdity grasped my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was almost clear when I was stopped at death-row. Waiting and praying for the traffic light at the Sitra Bridge to sympathize with us late-for-work drivers and shine its peaceful green light upon our desperate souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Kevin was giving golden advice, assisting drivers through the fog. He reminded us more than once to keep our fog lights on when in foggy areas. Crazy Kevin is not only a very funny and cheerful man, but also wise and caring towards road safety since his show is mostly heard by drivers on their morning's errands (schools, colleges, work, etc.). So, when Crazy Kevin speaks, listen, instead of killing time checking your hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said the weather was fine near the Sitra Bridge, but once I reached the 3D Bahrain map at the American Embassy traffic light, I began to realize the area become foggier indeed (see the picture below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/data2/fc776b37fffef0ec8760a429d47df2c1/52955_p812081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Fog1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Crazy Kev’s advice I flipped my lights a notch to switch on my fog lights. Then I started to keep an eye for other drivers who might have found their own brilliant ways to fight this alien phenomenon. And that’s when the idea for writing this slapped me hard across my face. The genius in the picture below was thinking that since he cant see the sun, then it must be still night. So, he decided to switch on his full beams. This father-must-be-proud-of guy has almost blinded me and the other drivers on the opposite lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/data2/fc776b37fffef0ec8760a429d47df2c1/52955_p812082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Fog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Master motorist passed by me with his Hazard Lights on. He thinks that since the fog can cause accidents, he must be in a hazardous situation; this must be a call to my Hazards Lights. Anything that can be considered hazardous (like rain, wind, etc.) must be why they invented those lights for in the first place, other than making it “legal” to double park or park in the middle of a busy road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/data2/fc776b37fffef0ec8760a429d47df2c1/52955_p812083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Fog3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at the guy in the pickup. He is signaling to switch to the left lane, so I’m gonna give him a chance. (faint left turn signal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/Fog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Fog4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yet another reason not to use hazards in foggy weather. He wasn’t signaling left! His car was warning me of an unseen danger! I was ignorant of the danger, but that quick thinking pickup driver saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/Fog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Fog5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with this guy? Maybe I should get down &amp; offer assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/Fog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Fog6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second, if you cant use your hazard lights to tell other drivers that you're slowing down, park wherever you want or to feel like your having a party in the fog, then what the heck are these nifty things for ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic Rule #96: Hazard warning lights. These may be used when your vehicle is stationary, to warn that it is temporarily obstructing traffic. Never use them as an excuse for dangerous or illegal parking. You MUST NOT use hazard warning lights whilst driving unless you are on a motorway or unrestricted dual carriageway and you need to warn drivers behind you of a hazard or obstruction ahead. Only use them for long enough to ensure that your warning has been observed. &lt;a href="http://www.highwaycode.gov.uk/08.htm#96"&gt;http://www.highwaycode.gov.uk/08.htm#96&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What impending doom are these guys warning me of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/Fog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/Fog7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to start getting educated. Driving means you become part of a system, not your personal racetrack. What's to stop the magnificent thinkers amongst our drivers from inventing new ways to use other parts of their cars to give signs to other drivers? Maybe some drivers will start using wind-shield wipers as a sign that their fuel level is low; or maybe they’ll use the wind-shield fluid dispenser to inform you of their thirst; and maybe others will open their right window when they want to turn right and open the left side one to turn left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities are both monstrous &amp; endless. Why can't they just start with buckling up &amp; not running red lights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- LiB Teammate's comments: This article was jointly written by HaloweenHarry and our newest member, "The Cynic", whom we would like to take the opportunity to welcome aboard. Whoever wants us to post about any thing that pisses them off, and preferably with a backup of photos, can do so by contacting us on &lt;a href="mailto:lifeinbahrain@hotmail.com"&gt;lifeinbahrain@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113431788633701170?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113431788633701170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113431788633701170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113431788633701170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113431788633701170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/driving-through-thick-fog-or-through.html' title='Driving Through Thick Fog... (Or Through Thick Brains?)...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113406894487399649</id><published>2005-12-08T20:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:33:28.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Drivers...</title><content type='html'>Last night we "Yes the whole LIB Team! Except for one" wanted to buy a mini-fan so that we could have a barbeque, we went to Bukawara Road in Riffa to see if there was an electrical appliances shop. There was NONE! The road is like a breeding ground for restaurants, as if obesity isn't an issue in Bahrain, clothes and tailoring shops and fucking car accessories shops for all those goddamn ricers* who fill our streets with their shitty attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road has been recently rebuilt and it looks much better than the &lt;a href="http://www.abunawaf.com/modules.php?name=News&amp;file=article&amp;sid=601"&gt;shithole&lt;/a&gt; it used to be. However, as it has always been and I guess always will be, it's always full of sand-niggers and morons who have nothing better to do with their time. This is their sole contribution to society, a negative one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have added new traffic lights at an important turn so that the flow of traffic is controlled and maintained. And to prevent traffic jams (which will NEVER be resolved ever unless they shoot all those sand-niggers), they have put a "NO U-turn" sign on the traffic light so that no one U-turns. But as you already should be aware from our previous posts by now, some Bahrainis think that rules are for sissies and they don't apply to them! Well here is some new evidence! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/data2/fc776b37fffef0ec8760a429d47df2c1/52955_p807119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/07122005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bastard cow dung of a driver U-turned despite the other side being so busy, not caring about the signs or other people behind him. Can anyone get me an AK-47? I need one for such fuckfaces, so that next time when he breaks any law, I shoot him between the eyes. A fast and effective painless death. But wait, he gets a fast painless death for such a thing? No, I think he should get a slow painful death so that he regrets doing this, he won't regret it in any other way. I suggest slashing him with razor blades, soak him in a tank full of  aftershave, then slash him some more and repeat until he goes mad, then bring a chainsaw and cut off his legs, then soak him again in aftershave, bring a hacksaw, cut off his arms, repeat soaking procedure and so on… until dead. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with these people, will they ever learn? Why do they think that rules don't apply to them? What makes them so special? I think that if we had people enforcing and applying the law to EVERYone without differentiation, we would see some positive results. What a fucking waste of  processes and policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Ricer [risse-urr] N. &lt;br /&gt;[Ricer: from the latin word Ricarius meaning to suck at everything you attempt]&lt;br /&gt;A person who makes unecessary modifications to their economy sedan (mostly import cars from japan hence the term "rice") to make it (mostly make it look) faster. The most common modifications are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Huge exhaust that serves no purpose but to make the car louder&lt;br /&gt;- Large spoiler on the back that looks like something Boeing made for the 747  &lt;br /&gt;- Lots of after-market company stickers they saw on cars in the Fast &amp; Furious &lt;br /&gt;- Cold Air Intake- a tube that feeds cold air to their high performance hamsters.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Most of these riced cars (a.k.a. rice rockets or rice burners) are imports; Honda Civics, Accords, Integras, Mitsubishi Eclipses, Toyota Camrys, Corollas, however there are some American cars such as Chevrolet Caviliers, Dodge Neons, Ford Focus; small, slow, economy cars designed specifically to go slow. &lt;br /&gt;The ricer attempts to make their car "performance" by adding the modifications listed above. These ricers are not confined to any one ethnic group or color, however different ethnic groups are known for certain styles. (example: Fucking Qataris=Land Cruisers; Saudis=Camels Bahrainis=Honda Civics; etc..) These crackers are also known to talk a lot of shit about their cars too. The best place to see a ricer is in his native habitat, Seef Mall parking lot, Najibi Center in Saar, Alawi Complex in Nuwaidrat, Exhibition Road, Adliya Road, Jid-Ali Road and Bukuwara Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an easy tool that shows you the main parts of a rice. &lt;br /&gt;Any combo of 4 or more of the items below classifies the car as rice. &lt;br /&gt;• Huge spoiler &lt;br /&gt;• Neon glow underneath (street glow) &lt;br /&gt;• Many meaningless stickers &lt;br /&gt;• Japanese writing of any kind &lt;br /&gt;• Racing stripes &lt;br /&gt;• Silly-ass body kit &lt;br /&gt;• Lowered to far &lt;br /&gt;• More than one exhaust (that came with only 1 stock) &lt;br /&gt;• Huge stereo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can drop the Traffic Directorate of Bahrain a line to let them know about shitty drivers and that they too are shitty law enforcers on &lt;a href="http://www.traffic.gov.bh/"&gt;http://www.traffic.gov.bh/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113406894487399649?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113406894487399649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113406894487399649&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113406894487399649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113406894487399649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/shitty-drivers.html' title='Shitty Drivers...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113368255415373751</id><published>2005-12-04T10:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T10:49:14.156+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinemaniacs and cine-retards...</title><content type='html'>Tired of sitting at home all day beating your head against the wall? Tired of driving around the streets of Bukuwara or Jid-Ali* over and over again til you run out of fuel or brain cells? Tired of sitting in the coffee shops inhaling Sheesha smoke til your lungs bleed? Well, let’s face it, there’s not much else to do in this country. Your only options are either sitting still in a dark room silently like an idiot, or stuffing yourself with meeno and crystal like the pig that you are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/saarcinema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/saarcinema.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A popular alternative (whether alone, with a group or with a member of the opposite sex) is going to the cinema and watching some old movie (yes, old! we get movies like 6 months later than the rest of the world! Well, maybe before Sri Lanka). On a more positive note, the cinemas here &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; improve a little bit. I remember the days when we had to wait for a whole year for a movie to come out!  But those days are over, thanks to DVDs and torrents! We can watch a clear cinema quality movie on our home theatres, complemented with a 5.1 digital surround sound systems. But no matter how good your system is, you can't beat the huge projector screens or the booming sound of the cinema speakers. Popcorn at the cinema always tastes better than the shit u microwave at home too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m gonna take it easy on the theatres we have here. I mean I know they're shit compared to the ones abroad, but they did improve. They aren’t as crap as Awal Cinema, and we use to go there religiously in our simpler younger days!  Today's topic is mainly about the cinema goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-HOLES! One of the many words that describe the scum that keep going there. I’m not saying everyone that goes to the movies is an idiot. In-fact, there are so many dedicated movie fans who go there (believe it or not) for the sake of just watching a movie! You can spot them sometimes. The next time you go to the movies, wait til the movie starts and look around. You might see some people that are actually WATCHING the movie, as opposed to the cine-retards that have alterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Is it really cool to throw an annoying comment in the middle of the movie out loud so you and your friends laugh out like a bunch of good for nothing morons? Is it really cool to howl like a cartoon wolf whenever you see a bit of cleavage (we're talking PG-rated cleavage) and then laugh like a bunch of fucking retards about it? Is it really necessary to switch seats while the movie is running?  Is it really cool to laugh like a bitch during a serious plot-significant scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all been there. We were all teenagers at some point right? Loud, obnoxious, rebelious... Hey, it's all part of growing up. But these morons are over 25! How much more growing up do you need dickwads?! You and your buddies don't fucking own the cinema, it's there for other people too! It ain't your fucking living room you stupid fuck. It's a public place!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly its not just the “guys” that are fucking everything up, the girls are at it too, with their annoying non-stop giggling, or the loud drooling over Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp. No, seriously. I had to sit next to a bunch of 16-year-olds during the “Pirates of the Caribbean” movie, and all I kept hearing was “oh he’s so hot, he’s so cute, I wanna marry him…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT OUTSIDE BITCH! I didn’t pay to hear some goddamn bitch feel herself up whenever Johnny Depp comes up! Do that shit at home you skank!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of annoying bitches, here’s another incident that happened recently: I was at the movies the other day and had a bunch of empty seats next to us. Then some women came and sat in these empty seats. Apparently, those seats belonged to some other people who came in a bit later. So the guys who actually owned the seats came in and were all confused and shit. They told the security guy who works there, and the guy just replied “So? Just sit wherever.” And the sad part is, that those guys (I actually felt sorry for them although they were the loud shitty type) were seated apart after they had booked their tickets together and BEFORE those bitches came in. What the fuck is that all about? What’s the point of booking tickets when fucking ill-mannered hussies can walk in and take my Goddamn seats? I didn’t come early in the morning to buy fucking tickets for a midnight show, just so some bitches in short skirts can just waddle in and take my damn seats! That’s some fucked up shit! As with any other system in this country, there are rules. But does anyone give a fuck about them? HELL NO! It's like they're saying "Rules are for sissies." Well then call me a law abiding sissy, but you will always be dicksucks to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God those laser pointer days are over. But you never know, these fuckers always come back with something new and improved! And what about those annoying loud 3araboo** ring tones on their mobile phones? How many times do you have to be reminded to switch off your fucking phone?! Clearly displayed on the big fuck-off screen in front of you just before the movie starts is a kind request to switch off your phone before so everyone can enjoy themselves, written in both English AND Arabic. Would you like the cinema usher to come and switch it off for you? OK then we'll also get a toilet attendant to hold your dick while you piss and wipe your ass when you're done taking a dump in his lap you lazy jerk-offs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with all the Saudi people? Not all of them are fucks but a lot the ones that come to Bahrain are. I know they don't have any cinemas back home (what a stone-age country) and that they come here to escape the pressures of their dull constricted lives. However, when you go to the cinema you should stay quiet and watch the movie (the occasional laugh in a comedy is permitted), not shout your lungs out about the Ethiopean hooker that slapped you the day before! There are Arabic subtitles available so Arabic (as you don't understand a word of English) so it's no excuse for you to ask outloud "duuuhhhh what did he say?"; that is, if you can even read Arabic you iliterate camel jockies. What the hell? One time I was watching this really cool film, and this Saudi fucker kept kicking my chair and he and his loud Bedouin fucks for friends were talking fucking loudly (and again, I mean football stadium loud!). Gladly, the cinema usher told them to shut up, which they did... for about 5 minutes. Rules and etiquette just don't apply to you people, do they? Next time, I will be bringing some lighter fluid with me. And whoever makes the slightest noise will get a generous splash to sting their eyes, and the last thing they'll see is the slow motion of a lit matchstick floating towards their face. Respect my right to enjoy a film in peace motherfucker! Respect my authoritaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow this... I'm renting a DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; * These are "congregation roads" that guys and sluts drive through, back and forth, for hours on end. Known as "love streets," they are the vessels that harbour the bad habit that was induced by sheer boredom of the Bahraini (and Gulf in general) youth.&lt;br /&gt;** (Arabo) of Bedouin origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To check the latest movie schedules, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.bahraincinema.com"&gt;Bahrain Cinema&lt;/a&gt; website and the &lt;a href="http://www.danacinema.com"&gt;Dana Cinema&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113368255415373751?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113368255415373751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113368255415373751&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113368255415373751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113368255415373751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/cinemaniacs-and-cine-retards_04.html' title='Cinemaniacs and cine-retards...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113360822522338097</id><published>2005-12-03T13:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T14:31:27.146+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Overnight Experts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/bahr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/bahr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As small as our beloved kingdom is, it contains a large number of accents depending on ‎the area (which can be a few square meters) people live in.  There are just as many types ‎of people residing here too.  These include the quiet “mind my own business” type, the ‎loud and obnoxious “I don’t give a fuck but you have to notice that I don’t give a fuck” ‎type, the extremist “INFIDEL!!!!!!!!” type and many more.  Today, we will talk about ‎the Know-it-All “Glory Hunters” (less formally, the “I am an expert in this field although ‎I have only heard about it 23 seconds ago” type).‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this example: we are the proud hosts of the Formula 1 race in the Middle East ‎Region, and have been since April 2004.  This is a major event and, naturally, everyone ‎will be talking about it.  Even the old geezers were saying something about a “Four ‎Mullah*” event which was gonna take place.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not bothered by the number of people talking about the F1; on the contrary, it was ‎exciting. What pissed me off was the sand-niggers who INSTANTLY turned into F1 ‎gurus who were the only people that knew anything about it (as in, no one else did) and ‎considered themselves a terabyte-sized database of Racing knowledge.  What the fuck? ‎REAL F1 fans travel around the world to see the F1 races and never miss a single lap (not ‎even for toilet breaks).  These low ranking BDF fuckers wouldn’t go to Sitra if the next ‎race was there.  As a matter of fact, the only reason they go to the track is to see chicks, ‎be them Bahrainis or the Ferrari girls (who I must admit IS a good reason to go but right ‎now, it’s not why they say they go).  Screw you assholes! You didn’t even know what a ‎track marshal was until you found out girls can join!  And now that everyone is talking ‎about this event, you wanna act like you have been following this sport ever since you ‎were that lucky little sperm that wasn’t stupid enough to die before getting to your ‎momma’s should-have-remained-unfertilized egg!  I myself am not into motorsports, ‎although I do express my interest into them since they have become a part of our ‎country’s identity.  That is not, however, reason enough for me to go around telling ‎people I knew Michael Schumacher’s underwear size (if you &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know this then I’ll admit you’re ‎an F1 expert… a sick one but an expert nonetheless).  What if Bahrain built a space research ‎facility like NASA.  Will these guys jump up and explain quantum physics to us all of a sudden?‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bung-holes are also classified under “Glory Hunters.”  What a bunch of wide-assed ‎hypocrites.  Example: 88% of Manchester United fans (of which I am a VERY big fan of ‎since 1987).  The red devils started to truly shine again back in 1993, and I was trying to ‎follow them however I could, which unfortunately does not include going to a match ‎‎(yet!).  All of a sudden (this is still 1993 by the way) the whole of Bahrain became Man ‎U fans.  All of them pretended to know everything about the club. I asked a few of these ‎people questions they should know the answers to, like the club’s heritage and history, ‎and they knew absolutely NOTHING.  It’s like, as far as they’re concerned, the club was ‎founded in 1993!  What a waste of brain cells, pretending you’re a huge fan of ‎something. And what’s even more irritating, is their replies: “You think you’re ‎knowledgeable? Do YOU know any of that info?” As a matter of fact, dickhole, I know a ‎lot more about Man U than ALL of the info in your thick brain (if any).  Man U got a bad ‎stint for the past two years and haven’t been as successful as before.  So what happens?  ‎Those people are now BIG Chelsea fans coz they’re doing better!  Gimme a break! ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people need therapy.  They are compulsive liars.  They lie just to get attention and ‎they probably believe the lies that they tell because of how many lies they barf out ‎everyday.  If they cannot be treated, then our only use for them is to round them up, tie ‎them together, stick em into a giant hamster wheel, and let em all run together, generating ‎enough electricity to get Al7ala** powered up.  A great solution for both the government, ‎environmentalists and us, the citizens of Bahrain who are pissed off about the existence ‎of such scum.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this shit, I’m late for the Man U match.‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎&lt;em&gt;* Roughly translated, this phrase means four clerics.‎&lt;br /&gt;‎** Pronouced Al-Hala, an area North of Bahrain (some say it is part of Muharraq, others ‎say they are their own country)‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the Bahrain International Circuit website for info about the upcoming events on &lt;a href="http://www.bahraingp.com.bh/"&gt;http://www.bahraingp.com.bh/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113360822522338097?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113360822522338097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113360822522338097&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113360822522338097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113360822522338097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/overnight-experts.html' title='Overnight Experts...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113334167487951195</id><published>2005-11-30T12:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T12:07:54.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arabbucks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/1600/ARABUCKS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6499/1869/400/ARABUCKS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last few years, major coffee franchise Starbucks established their first branch ‎in Bahrain. A few days after that, the whole Starbucks invasion started, and a Starbucks ‎outlet can now be found every 20 meters.  Now I’m not really trying to say anything bad ‎about Starbucks itself; I used to be a heavy coffee drinker myself (try a triple espresso ‎when you wake up; sure hits the spot). But what we’re talking about here is the type of ‎fucked up people that go to these coffee shops.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Starbucks first opened, the people who were familiar with the franchise were more ‎than happy to sit down, relax, and enjoy a hot cup of mocafuckachino or whatever. But ‎that didn’t last, cause the fuckheads that have nothing better to do but destroy every ‎single coffee shop/cinema/restaurant/toilet discovered that “some” girls actually go there. ‎So the next thing you know, a bunch of towel-headed player wannabes are sitting at ‎Starbucks all fucking day hoping to get some pussy.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these fuckers just ruin every fucking decent place that we’ve got? You can’t take ‎the wifey anywhere, cause these losers are just gonna stare the shit out of you and your ‎wife (yes, they undress me with their eyes, seriously), so you’ll either end up shouting ‎your head off or kicking someone in the balls, and just ruin your whole night.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the actual Starbucks “fans” stopped going there. How can someone relax when all ‎you see is a bunch of irritating towel-heads sitting, talking really loudly (and I mean ‎football stadium loud), drinking water, or probably juice, cause the sad part is none of ‎them actually drink coffee or tried any coffee beverages before. They just go there hoping ‎to get some action, or they probably think it’s cool to hang out in coffee shops, making ‎them look more sophisticated or something. Get a life you losers.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the bigger problem is the whores actually know that these fucking players hang out ‎at Starbucks, so off they go sitting in their ninja gear (so that everyone would think ‎they’re actually decent people), and exchange messages with other fuckheads using ‎Bluetooth on their mobile phones (a technology that has been entirely abused), turning ‎what was once a good place to drink coffee, into a sleazy bedouin meat market infested ‎with whores, assholes and caffeine addict wannabes.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, fuck these whores and players! Do what they do in Dubai: Print their pictures in the ‎newspapers, or better yet, billboards, and maybe they’ll stop all this bullshit that’s ‎happening. And maybe then, just maybe, I can actually go out for a nice meal or coffee ‎with the wife, without looking around for people who are asking for an ass-kicking.  ‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sip on this you bitches!! *points at crotch* I need a latte.‎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113334167487951195?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113334167487951195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113334167487951195&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113334167487951195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113334167487951195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/arabbucks.html' title='Arabbucks...'/><author><name>LiB Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15502491746372373020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113333929501394907</id><published>2005-11-30T11:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:28:15.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Too little, too late . . .</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://mahmood.tv/index.php/blog/2039"&gt;http://mahmood.tv/index.php/blog/2039&lt;/a&gt; for his coverage of this issue. What we need in Bahrain, is a plan for the future, a clear idea of Bahrain AD. 2101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a debate on our hands when it comes to the destruction of nature. The bottom line, it's too late to viably do anything about it. Bahrain's sea life has been destroyed by pollution (mainly by dredging, and marginally by industrial &amp; civil waste), what little is left of it will never be able to regenerate in the toxic environment. Bahrain's land life, has been reduced to a couple isolated flocks of birds &amp;amp; a couple antelope herds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what will Bahrain AD. 2101 be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone needs to take a deep breath &amp; look at our situation, there are some very hard facts to accept. Bahrain will never have a viable nature preserve. Hawar &amp;amp; Umm Al-Na'asaan are neither isolated nor are they closed ecosystems. Take a step back &amp; look at just where they are, between Saudi, Bahrain &amp;amp; Qatar, between 3 developed or rapidly developing industrial areas. They are set to be destroyed inevitably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot preserve an ecosystem in areas as small as Hawar or Umm Al-Na'aSaan. An ecosystem needs to be large enough &amp; isolated enough to be self-sustaining. The future of Bahrain is urban, that means our children will not have much nature left at all. It's not really that bad when you think about it. We don't have the luxury of choice, since we don't have the luxury of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Areen or Hawar will serve the interests of the nation &amp; of it's people much more as prosperous towns or commercial areas than they will by preserving desert for dwindling numbers of oryx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please think about this. I am trying to take the argument beyond environmentalist vs businessman, I'm trying to be pragmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be worried about potential damage caused by huge development projects in places are rarely visited, when the tree of life in your own back yard is getting constantly raped, is blind hypocrisy. The tree of life is a National treasure, a symbol of Bahrain, the heart of local folklore, a flouted tourist spot &amp; yet it is criminally neglected beyond believe. Probably the only way to save it now is to open up a gahwa near it to attract some income &amp;amp; open a botanist farm crow flowers &amp; fruit near it to attract people that can take care of it. Undoubtedly, these places will need better infrastructure, places to eat, cold stores to serve employees, phones, electricity, plumbing &amp;amp; water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only viable way to save our natural treasures is to urbanise &amp; commercialise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HalloweenHarry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18980576-113333929501394907?l=lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113333929501394907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18980576&amp;postID=113333929501394907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113333929501394907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18980576/posts/default/113333929501394907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbahrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/too-little-too-late.html' title='Too little, too late . . .'/><author><name>HalloweenHarry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14410841343125985657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18980576.post-113329905121176440</id><published>2005-11-30T00:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:58:19.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Holes R Us !!!!</title><content type='html'>If you happen to be one of the unfortunate people that live in the eastern Riffa area, or happen to be one of those good for nothing inconsiderate fucks that drive down Bukuwara road 24/7, chasing ninjas all day, and playing really loud Bedouin music, that sounds like a soundtrack of a really fucked up and twisted horror movie (seriously, how can they listen to that crap? And they say heavy metal is scary), you would probably notice the crappy construction disaster that’s been going on for the past 2 years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The construction started by digging up the entire Bukuwara road, making many people lose out in their businesses there, like that really nice Tikka place at the end of the road. I can picture the old guy that owned
