Mr. Prado

As a way of  redirecting my angst and releasing it positively I am going to start a bunch of "Dear (whoever)" posts. This is to see if I can avoid hurting anyone by posting. If this doesn't work, I guess it's back to good ol ass whipping for me. So here goes:

Dear Mr. Prado 97,

I am sorry I broke your windshield. No I'm not. It's just that I don't appreciate people blocking my car at the parking space. I do not think a sticker with: "Hey, please don't park here" is enough. If you were late, that does not mean I have to suffer.
This is not an apology. This is my way of saying: Look at the bright side, better your windshield than your face. Yes, I tried to redirect my anger, release it on your car and spare you. Lucky you, courtesy didn't just disappear..

The plan was you until the car in front of me moved. I wanted to wait for you, only I have already been waiting for 45 minutes.
Dear Mr. Prado being civilized does not have a cost. The way I see it I was not half civilized too, but if you insist on turning my country into a third world hell hole. Bring it on. Sure there are other ways to treat that problem, but in my book it would be something like: split radiator, melted wheels, and a floor board filled with fluids.
Dear Mr. Prado, believe me, better your windshield than your face.

Sincerely,
Nasser

I guess what I'm trying to say is, if you were an object, don't ever cross me. I proved to your windshield and I'll prove it to any of your belongings. This includes the sack of rotten meat you call a body.



Off Topic: 

This is my new marketing pitch/threat to people who piss me off:

Are you depressed? Have interest rates got you down? My name is Nasser and I'm here to offer you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your organs LIVE! On my block. I offer the best rebate on your babies! Get rid of the fat and dumb ones. Replace them with decent ones. No need to worry financially we'll give you a push start. And remember you can never succeed unless you try, try, and try some more.

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

I do not get pathological liars.
I do not get liars period.

I mean I am sure there is a reason, but why? I really need to know.
I stumble upon liars like e'eryday.

Lying is an easy escape but a damned prison!

I myself do not lie. I do have my own method of story telling.

I like exaggerating and dramatizing a certain situation.

For example 10 minutes in human standards is 10 in Nasser years. 10,000 years is a regular phrase too.

I am proud of it since I just figured out that 10,000 years is translated to BANZAI in Japanese.

This is out of respect for the Emperor, started during the 8th century, when they wished he reigned for 10,000 years.

I sure hope he does, unfortunately I do not think I have that much patience, lemme die and get over with it.

In case you did not notice, I am practicing some Japanese, hopefully I would be able to speak it by the end of the year.

But back to the main point, why do they keep lying?

I can understand the usual customary compliment lie. Mashalla, your shoes are nice!

(I was wearing a pair of crocs with a dishdasha to work you idiot how nice is that? And why the hell are you checking out my feet anyways, you freak!)

But patholically lying about everything!?
This is simply unbearable.

One of my people usually calls everyday at 5 P.M. asking me what I got planned for today?
Nothing Dowaniya..
I'll be there in an hour.

He never shows up. Why did you bother calling and/or give me a false promise?
This does not bother me.

There are other types of liars. The ones who steal actual events to share placing themselves and others as main characters. That is better than choosing a cartoon and replace elsanafir with you and your family. Either ways its pathetic.

Back in highschool I had a guy who claimed he was chilling with "7akeem el aqzam"
TRUE STORY!
But then again he also claimed that a dragon lit him a cigarette and the ownership of a printer that prints stuff he bought from amazon! I sure hoped that was true.

I wanted to believe some of the shit I heard from people over the years just because it would be cool.

There are also those who seek to spread rumours. A fantasy porno, an important death, a big embezzlement, even a war! So what use is that? and how is it constructive?

By the way, concealing the truth is just ask good! Sure sometimes truth hurts, but I would rather be hurt than be lied to. As if I got any feelings left.

Good thing I can spot a lie EASY, and I do not have tolerance to those who do it. Whether it is a friend, family, or even a total stranger, I immediately blow thier cover and call their bluff. I kinda enjoy it.

In all cases lying is not healthy, and what scared me the most, its considered a way of life here in Kuwait!

And then 17 y/o girls blame their 27 y/o boyfriends for doing something nasty, the wife blames the husband for cheating, the consumer blames the producer for false advertising, the people blame the politicians for faking it, and everyone blames ze Egyptians.

(I do not know how I reached that conclusion so do not ask.)

I rarely give a promise because I keep mine. I hope some of the important peoples in Kuwait keep theirs. Yes, I am aware I pluralized people.

In the end I ask myself, is it worth lying? what is it for? Money? Fame? Whatever? I really do not care I just think it is plain cowardness.

Speaking of Cowardness and Banzai I am, along with a certain reader, we are, going to live like a gyokusai, a shattered jewel.

大丈夫寧可玉砕何能瓦全

"a great man should die as a shattered jewel rather than live as an intact tile"

Poker is fair game though