Venting 1

Its amazing how a person's day can turn from good to bad and vice versa every few hours. i've always tried to tell myself to keep a positive outlook on everything that gets thrown in my face on a daily basis hoping in the back of my head that this constant repetition of the thought will somehow trick my brain into thinking that it actually is the kind of person that i am. i am dumb though. i keep hoping, keep repeating the process and constantly keep failing yet i never take the decision to try something else. I'm by definition: Stupid.

but i cant be blamed for hoping to be positive. its really difficult to see the bright side of things when you're dealing with dumbwitted, pompous asses in the majority of your interactions. people dont wanna do their job anymore. they just want the power and designation - none of the responsibility. this is more prevalent in the UAE society compared to the US (the only two I know enough to compare) but present in both nonetheless. Personally, i only care about the uae bit of it considering this is where my future is - atleast for now.

so heres what pissed me off today

• People refusing to do me a simple favor just to create the aura of "i am important and you are not important enough" when in truth they are saying "i am fucking lazy and pretentious and what are you gonna do for me in return"
• analysis of this situation : save your face or slap the bitch in the face. i went with saving my face
• CONTRUCTION WHILE LIFE GOES ON
• my lil sis goes to a school thats worse than a barn. we pay a bitchload amount of money to send my favorite sibling to a darn BARN. why we dont change schools is a long story which ill save for another day but yes. she goes to a "school" run by homoerectuses (or whatever the creatures are before homosepians in the order of Darwinism). they are building classrooms from scratch during school hours while little kids are playing on the playground that is part of the construction site UNSUPERVISED. its like a final destination movie waiting to happen. and im not even complaining about the potential pedophile construction workers...
• i went to an office to pick up my itineraries at a major travel agent and they smartassedly (i kinda do understand their thoughtprocess but still) decided to shove all the travel agents in a tiny office in the basement of the building where air was as thick as the fog in a steven king movie. it was hard to fricken breathe. my abaya turned from full black to striped sand. which reminds me of
• ABAYAS. yes theyre elegant. yes theyre pretty. yes they are cultural and modest and blah blah blah. BUT. they are fuckin IMPRACTICAL. i went to a cafe and grabbed two bottles of water and a latte. i had to walk like a damn penguin without lifting my feet so that my abaya doesnt trip me over. then my sheila went over my shouldar magically and right when a bunch of guys were about to pass me, it decides to slip off of my head. WHY WHY WHY. why cant we just wear normal clothes like the rest of the world! GRrrrr
• Tourists treating me like im a walking cultural symbol. they literally stop, point, stare and discuss me while avoiding direct contact. and i DO notice when they "secretly" try to take a picture!
• different electrical outlet voltages. WHYY why WHY
• people mispronouncing Vs and Ws. thanks to them, i do it too! 
• Indians
• my family's high tech laptops compared to my crappy university issued piece of metal box

heres what made me happy today

• People actually doing there fricken job, being polite, nice and reasonable.. and actually pleasant on the eye as a bonus.
• People doing the whole "stare and bitch about other people and scrutinize everything they wear/do/say in public" except that they did it in a good way. Positive critical analysis Yayyy
• having an awesome family
• amazing weather
• university officials replying promptly
• Finding out that there are countries out there where the amount of money i make can get me a very high standard of living
• Indians.
• random IMs from friends saying awesome things while i was offline.
• facebook threads between friends
• reading old txt msgs

So yea, i hate typing. im gonna end this here and do something productive with my life. thats actually a lie. i went to nap at 4pm and woke up at 11 fuckin 30pm. all i can do in this country at this hour on a weekday in this house is stick my face in front of some sort of screen - be it tv, playstation, laptop,phone, iphone, or psp. Great. i think ill pick......laptop.

"this is the life. Nutella and Top Gear" - Sis Uno