Random Life Update 3 .0

Hi, to anyone out there actually reading this. I know, I've been away for like a month now. Come to think of it, I don't think I've blogged once after I've moved back to Riyadh. So, anyways, of you're interested, there's a lot to catch up with on my life. Or if you're here to kill time- works both ways.

So yeah, where do I start? When I moved back here, I've been having a lot of spare me time, to be honest. And with lots of time to spare, came lots of boredom. It's like a fucking package. There'd be times when I'd be as bored as a horny slut on her period, you know. And believe me when I tell you, this whole boredom thingy leads you to do a lot of weird stuff. It's 'good' weird, though. However the sad part is, despite having all this free time, I did not blog. There were times when I wanted to, and came so close to writing something, but something pushed me away. Its not that I don't like writing stuff anymore. Heck, don't get me wrong- I love writing. It's just that I've got a habit to start off with most of my stuff on pen and paper, and to be honest with you guys, that's a toil. Even this post, I couldn't be arsed to write it down on paper. So I typed it on my phone, emailed it to my Hotmail account where I stored all my junk, and then, I'd finally copy/paste it to my Blogger dashboard. Gives you an idea of how bummed out I can be, does it not?

One thing you might not know, is that recently, I've sort of become a fan of bhangra music. I won't ask you not to judge me, cause even if I do, there will always be someone out there doing it, right? But anyways, a friend of mine made me listen to a few Bhangra tracks, and well, I was instantly hooked. I think it's mainly because of the fact that you can dance to it. I know I can't dance, but you know that feel when you want to dance, isn't it? I don't think I've ever danced publicly, or even in front of my friends, cause you know, it'd give birth to massive awkwardness. Have you guys watched the Grammy Awards, though? Well, you should've, cause Justin Timberlake made his return to music with a kickass performance featuring Jay Z. Watching that, I got back the love I had for Timberlake's music, and thus, here's one of his songs, which in my opinion, is worth sharing, and never gets old:

This song is love. ♥

Oh and I almost forgot, how did everyone spend Valentine's Day? I'm guessing most of you guys took your significant other to romantic candlelight dinners, got her flowers, chocolates, and possibly, edible flowers coated with chocolate, and all that shit. And me? Ah, don't ask about me, man. I was home, doing nothing. Even though I still like this one girl a lot, but I was forever alone. I never thought I'd fall for her, but the moment I did, my instant reaction was 'Ah fuck!' Save your sympathy showers, though. At times, a lot of people ask me about the person I like, and I've answered with outrageous possibilities. I can handle all that. But every once in a while, someone fucked up comes along, and this happens:

The longer you look at the kid, the funnier it gets.

Anyways, I kinda thought my brother had a Valentine, before 14th Feb came around, but that thought took a different route once a friend showed me a Facebook conversation between my brother and a girl that was supposedly his 'girlfriend'. I didn't get shit, cause you know, they were fighting over some issue that mustve happened between them, which I couldn't figure out, AND it had terrible grammar. Nevertheless, he actually had someone. Mind you, this kid is 10th grade- which I know is not really too early to get into all this relationshippy stuff, but come on, man, he was my brother! He'll always be the kid in diapers, who bit off a piece of flesh from the back of my mother's hand. By the way, did you realize that all the people who were like, "I don't celebrate Valentine's Day, because it's prohibited". I mean, yeah, it is prohibited in Islam, but why the fuck are you pretending to be a person who follows all the other rules our religion states. If you don't have someone to share this special day with, you should stop passing it off as 'Haraam', oh so 'righteous' people

Whatever, my point is, I needed to have someone to blow off time with, and not develop feelings for. But, you know what's annoying, though? It's this girls do- I mean, when you lay off your moves on her, she goes like, "How many girls have you said that to?" Now readers, let's be honest for a second here. Don't we all, guys and girls alike, use the same resume to apply to different jobs?

Moving on to other stuff. You know how I've been planning to move to the United Kingdom for further studies? Well, the other day, my mother discovered that apart from a few cousins, she has one of her college friends living in the UK. So, she contacted her and stuff, caught up after talking for like 2 hours, you know, women. But anyways, even if I actually moved there, I wouldn't be anywhere near them, since they lived in Newcastle. However, I'm guessing her kids have that sexy Geordie accent, which I love. It was all good, until 2 weeks ago. My dad came home from work, and asked me if I'd like to study in Malaysia. I was dumbstruck, because Malaysia wasn't on my mind, even though ALL my friends were going there. My mother kinda approved my dad's idea, cause in Malaysia, I'd become a doctor, quicker. To be honest with you guys, I didn't think too lowly of Malaysia, it's just that- come on man, the United Kingdom, the Premier League football, the Southern british accent, and more importantly- the United fucking Kingdom. Unfortunately, my point didn't come off as too strong to my parents, with their argument being the fact that Malaysia is where all my friends will reside, and I'll have an easier life, and their idea that Britian is 'at the end of the world'. But nevertheless, I applied and got accepted into my course. The only hope I have now- is they still haven't shunned the idea of the UK, yet. The second they do it, well, I'll be damned.

My university of choice in Malaysia has asked for a medical check-up of my body, so a few days ago, I paid a visit to their appointed doctor. They needed a blood sample, which was unbelievably bad news. They had to stick needles in me, and I hated that shit. They guy who was appointed to do the job was sort of young, and struck up a conversation with me.

Doc: You're going abroad for studies?
Me: Yeah.
Doc: What will you be studying?
Me: Medicine.
Doc: Don't worry, now you're in pain. A few years later, you'll be sticking these into people. That's when the fun starts.

The way I see it, the dude had a point. But it also meant that the dude was enjoying himself while I was in pain. At that moment, I started having a lot of hatred for him. Word, if the Lord made us both die that second, I'd take some time out, and personally escort the dude to the gates of Hell, no lie. You know, all this time while I was at the doctor, an important thought crossed my mind. Since I was gonna study Medicine, in a few years, I would be the same person as this doctor- with the lab coat, the personal assistant, the scary looking instruments, AND NO LIFE. So, I devised a rather ingenious plan. After I got done with meds, I'd sign up for a few other courses, and gather enough stuff to be eligible to apply as a doctor in the army. Because normal doctors were too mainstream. I know, dream of hitting it big time. In case of a bump along the road, I am in possession of a Plan B. Which is that I'd take psychology course, and become a therapist. Why you ask? Well...

It's true, and you know it.

Anyways, after all my medical examinations were done, I walked out of the lab. I was treated with the sight of a girl so pretty, that I forgot to look at her boobs. Come on, don't take me as a bad person, I'm being a normal teenager.

Oh, and btw people, I joined Twitter recently. You can follow me @Marzouk_Alam, and if you have any thoughts on my posts, then take a minute to comment below/tweet at me, whatever seems convenient.

Anyways, I gotta go now. Dad just got pizza for the fam, and I hope it's good stuff this time, cause the last time we had pizza, I had a bad experience. The pizzas were sort of burnt of the base. Oh, do you know the similarity between burst pizza, and pregnant women? In both cases, there's one dumbfuck who didn't take it out in time.

Alright, see you guys next week, hopefully. Peace and blessings.

Happy Birthday, Blog

I was reluctant to give birth to you, but I'm glad I did.

You are the turn I turn to when I get bored as fuck, and because, well, you're the only thing I cant rant to, endlessly. Stay awesome.

The happiest birthday to you, motherfucker. ♥

Farewell, Twenty Twelve.

Just a few more more rounds on that clock on your wall, and Ka Boom! 2012 is over.

Man, I don't know about you lot, but here 2012 has been one hell of a year for me. There's a buttload of stuff that has taken up the whole of this year, and well, that is what this post is about. All that went down this year- everything.

Towards the end of December 2011, when all the folks were waiting for 2012 to come around, making new year's resolutions and shit, I figured that I had to be a normal human being, and fit in the picture. So, I decided to make my resolutions for the year of 2012. Now, as many of you may know, I love junk food. I mean, who doesn't, right? You'd be crazy not to love it! So my resolution for 2012?

Cut down on junkies.

Like that was ever gonna work, HA! Sure enough, there I was, on like the 3rd of January itself, stuffing my mouth with pepperoni pizza, and swallowing it down with Pepsi. There you go, resolutions- Crash and burn! Even though I failed to keep up to my new year's resolutions, I did learn a very important lesson. Never make any resolutions for the upcoming year. It is some  pointless shit people come up with, which, deep down they know, will not be able to keep up to.

Okay, since it was just the start of the year 2012, I was hoping to stay away from studying. Sadly, that was out of bounds, and that was because I was writing my A Level starter units, and hence, the "new year" excuse was no good. I had no time to waste, because I stepped into this trap myself. So this on the very first day of the year, I was on my laptop, studying. I got extremely bored, so I took a minute or two, and then an idea hit me. And that idea gave birth to a blog. THIS BLOG. Yes, my blog is the result of extreme boredom, and crushing A Level pressure. Back then, my blog used to go by the name of "My Life: As Marzoukeh", which was a really dumb name. A really dumb one, but alas, it didn't catch my eye for long. Dumbfuck, I am.

Anyways, one of my friends called Hamad- his birthday was coming up on the 28th of January. Now, let me tell you something about Hamad. This guy is the mother of the craziest ideas, and I think I am the only guy in our group of friends who decided to go on board with his shit. This time, what he had in store was to not celebrate his birthday now, and to celebrate it together with mine, and another friend's birthday.

So, here's the thing:

Hamad's birthday: 28th January.

My birthday: 24th February.

Naeem's birthday: 10th March.

Since February was in the middle, that's when we decided to throw the party. The three of us paid up, and threw the most kickass birthday party, ever. I repeat, the most kickass birthday party. Here are a few pictures from the amazing night.

Hamad, the crazy motherfucker

The author of this blog

Probably the next hacker to hired by the CIA

So, yeah. That's the three of us. Next up, pictures from throughout the night.

We planned to rent a Hummer H2, and buy half a kilo of...oh well, marijuana. Well sadly, none of that happened. But believe it or not, it was still amazing.. We were atop Faisaliah Tower, this awesome skyscraper on the face of Riyadh. And up there, it was scary as shit, windy as hell, and awesome as fuck. Of course at the end of the night, there was heavenly food.

Outback Steakhouse. Because like I said, heavenly food.

Awaiting the food.

Cheers!

Group Photo #1

Group Photo #2

The fast food guru

Everyone was supposed to be doing crazy faces, but, oh well...

Naeem, and Tariq

Probably stoned

Group Photo #3

There are a lot of remaining pictures, but whatever.

I miss this day, man. However, there is but one thing that I regret about this party. We didn't invite Shafiq, Raju, Shawkat, and Minhaz, because we weren't really all that close to them. Had I known that we'd become such good friends this year, I'd have invited them straight up.

WORD.

Well, all that fun took me away from the exams. Because, honestly speaking, I did not like the way I wrote my January session papers. They ranged from mediocre to trash.

And, that brings us to sometime around March. Amir, the "fast food guru" pictured above, had to move out of Riyadh, with his family. The night before his flight back home, there was this huge ass party to be attended by everyone in Riyadh. And sure enough, my friends and I showed up at the party for a last encounter with Amir. We gave him his farewell memento, and well, that was the end of it.

Anyways, moving on. If anyone of you is a student who is spellbound under some vodoo by a with named "A Levels", you know how tough this shit can be to deal with. What I'm getting at, is the fact that I had exams coming up on the May June session. And by this time, it was already April. I really needed to step my game up, and hit those books harder, because let's face it: I was never on good terms with Edexcel. I smack that bitch, the bitch smacks me back. That's how it goes. By the time, May came along, another friend of ours, Tariq, had to leave. His residency permit expired, and the Saudi Jawazat wouldn't renew it, and hence leaving the country was the only solution. Now, this Tariq dude, I knew him since I was a breastfed infant, literally. He used to be our neighbour, and I think he's the first guy I talked to when I joined BISES. So you see, I really didn't want him to leave this early. Anyways, what's bound to happen, will happen. So, like any sane bunch of people, we hangout with Tariq for the final time. We didn't really have a game plan, so it was pretty much random shit. We had "pani puri", at some Pakistani place, and I think we even planned to have "Kashmiri Chai", which happens to be one of Tariq's favourites. So anyway, we goof around the city, have "The Last Supper" at Fuddruckers, and go back to goofing around, again.

Tariq, with his trademark pedophile smile.

Trying to look "casual"

Talk to the "finger" 

Idk why he had the duckface on

Being weird, inside the ride

Le White Boy

Our very last group photo

Next afternoon, Tariq lands in Dhaka.

Now that the exams have creeped in very close to us, it was time for some serious studying. Throughout this year, no matter whatever was happening, one thing was always on my mind. Now that we were in senior year, and we were about to graduate high school just after the May June session, these were our final moments as BISES students. It may not be the best school out there, but heck, this place was mighty close to heart.

Moving on, we finally get done with our A Level exams, and finally, the time to graduate high school had come. Prior to grad night, the selection for valedictorian had been going on. Three girls, and one guy had to be chosen. And then, when I learned that I was going to be the only guy valedictorian, let me tell you, I was KNOCKED. OUT. COLD.

I mean, yeah, quite a few people told me that I can pull such stuff off, but this- to write a speech, deliver it in front of all the senior year students, their parents, the junior year hosts, the teachers, the goddamn principal, some God forsaken Bangladeshi politician, and a few dickheads from the Consulate? This was next level shit, man.

I was super nervous about my speech, so I called a very close friend, Urmi, and asked her if it was good enough. She said it was great, but I'm sure it was to make me feel better. If any of you would like to read my speech, HERE it is.

Here's a shoutout to Urmi, who is currently on her flight to Malaysia, to join university. Text me when you land, bitch.

Oh, and a few pictures from grad? Coming your way!

That awesome moment ♥

Naeem, and Adnan

That's us!

Me, delivering that speech.

I didn't even taste the cake. It was mostly cake-fighting xD

A few of the hosts

The smartest kid in class

Shawkat, and I

Sameeha, and Mina

My baby sister

Ifte, and Mina

Choosing a chick to hit on

Sameeha, Me, Amal, and Hamad

Okay, that's enough.

A week after grad, I went to Dhaka. And, I think I've kept you updated throughout my stay there.

And, all this brings us to today.

My watch says 12.00 am, on the dot. May 2013 bring a lot of happiness, joy, and success for all of you.

Happy New Year, folks. ♥

Jetlagged

So, I came home today at 2 am.

And immediately, I jumped on my beloved bed. Man, I was tired as fuck. I've been in 3 countries in the last 24 hours for heaven's sake.

I went to school this morning to meet up with some of my friends. Like you know, catching up and shit. And I shit you not, but I kept laughing for the WHOLE time. I've never laughed like this in a very long time. We talked about our future and shit, and believe me, THAT was the funniest part. It's weird because most people would consider talking about what the future holds is a pretty dope topic. So anyways, we were talking about what it would be like, if we all scatter ourselves for uni, and then have a reunion after the next 5 years. That is what it went like, well sort of:

Me: Dude, after 5 years or something, we should have a reunion.
Jehad: No worries, man. We'll have reunions every fucking day.
Me: *Confused*
Hamad: None of us are making any progress in the next 5 years, that's what he meant.

OH FUCK. I'M WORRIED ABOUT MY FUTURE NOW.

Also, I heard the funniest love story today. It's the story of my friend Jehad, and some Paki chick named Lamia. And, I'm so writing a blogpost about it. I can't wait to put it up, man.

Check this track out. It's a mixyure of dubstep and violin. And, it is beautiful. So is Lindsey Stirling, the artist. ♥

Talk about beautiful music.

Oh, and you may never believe this, but LINDSEY STIRLING BLOGS AS WELL. Visit her blog HERE.

Alright, since I'm jettlagged to the max, I'll go get myself some sleep now. I'll post again sometime in the next week.

K, bye.

Difficult at just 5 months

It was just 5 months ago, when we decided to come here. Tonight, we fly back to Riyadh.

Never thought I'd hear myself say it, but damn, I'm going to miss Dhaka a lot.

I know, after reading the last line, many people may go like, "He has got to be joking." Well, in all honesty, I am not. Even though tonnes of Bangladeshis often claim that they will never miss Bangladesh no matter how long they are away from it. They claim to be citizens of the country they live after being an immigrant for like just 3 years, or something. It's not that I'm really patriotic, but come on, Dhaka isn't all that bad they way our "American" Bangladeshis make it seem to be.

First up, I'm so going to miss fuchka. It's one of those street-delights sold by vendors on many a street in Dhaka.

The small cup in the middle contains a sweet condiment.

It may not have the best appeal, but it packs quite some amazement. But then again, there are people who have the idea that fuchka is the food that tastes the "best in the world". Well, people like that may, in fact, mislead you, and you're given something less than you expected. It happens, at times. Happened to me, tonnes of times.

Man, I've been to a lot of parties in my life. But here's the thing: I've never been to one like the ones that take place here. It's crazy out here, literally. Our Victory Day, when was on the 16th of this month, was when I've witnessed such a thing. There was this kick ass party, but the streets of Dhaka was even prettier. Every city has it's popular hang-out spots, and it is at these places where hot chicks flooded the area. Some were single, and on the lookout. Others strolled in with their partners, for making up, breaking up or, building up. And the rest? Well, the others were just street vendors selling nuts to add the crunch. However, there was something common in all these places. There were flags everywhere. And, yes, it did look nice. Kinda.

See what I meant?

Dhaka, like any other place, has it's ups and downs. Down, for the most part. But, I'm happy with the little good part it has, because let's face it, no matter wherever on Earth I hail from, a little part of me is this place. So yes, it's nothing weird to like it. I did my last minute shopping today, and for the first time, I took an amazing picture.

The rotunda of Bashundhara Shopping Mall.

You know, a lot of single jobless guys often turn up at Bashundhara Shopping Mall just to hit on the hot chicks there. Well, I'll miss the hot chicks here as well. No joke.

Oh, and this will be my last post here, because within the next few hours, I will make my way to the airport. Next stop, Abu Dhabi. And then, Riyadh. I'll post again, once I settle my ass there.

For some reason, I do not wish to leave this place. On the other hand, I cannot wait to go back to Riyadh. It's the strangest dilemma I've been ever hit with.

Yet, strangely, leaving Dhaka has becoming difficult for me at just 5 months.

Later, people!

The Mayan Apocalypse? Fuck That Shit

December 22, 2012 here, already. And yet, I live.

I wasn't worried about Jack Squat yesterday, until this came up on the lunchtime bulletin:

Scary, isn't it?

So, it's official- the Mayans have trolled us. Mean bastards.

This is what I did all day, waiting for all hell to break loose.

6 am to 10 am- Dead on my bed, since I spent the previous night watching my favourite comedy movie play list- Zoo Keeper, Ali G InDaHouse, Ted, and The Inbetweeners.

11 am- Still sleeping.

12 pm- My plan was to "wake and bake". Na, I'm just messing. You no do weed, because weed no good. Weed bad. Anyhow, I woke up, and took a shower.

1 pm- The Friday prayer, duh.

2 pm- Food. More food. Followed by pie. And then, more pie.

3 pm- Believe me, I went out of the house expecting to see something amazing. Like, I wanted to see it raining hot rocks or something. Or maybe unicorns strolling. Something out of the ordinary.

4 pm- Since I'm leaving this Monday, I need to get some shopping done, but I couldn't get my lazy butt to agree with me. The result? No shopping.

5 pm- You know, I was really let down, as nothing was happening. Man, they had this really awesome build-up for 21-12-12, and now they don't give me shit? Not cool, man. Not cool.

6 pm- I've sort of given up on the wait. But here's the deal, I'm gonna go out out on a limb here and say, that since Christians strongly believed on the 21-12-12, Jesus might be behind it. Because, just last week, I got email from secret_higher_power@heavenmail.com. The picture he/she emailed me was this.

I'm no Christian, but I find this pretty hilarious.

Okay, on I go, again. Oh, and note that this is my first post that has the "Dear Diary" vibe, right?

7 pm- I do not know if 21-12-12 was someone's idea of a cosmic joke, because sure as hell, it did not seem to be one. But if it was, it was a really bad one. Really bad.

8 pm- I was at my PC, blogging. While I was at it, do you know what my media player was currently playing? "Highway To Hell" by AC-DC. I decided that it was bad choice, should the world end. So, I changed it to "Till I Collapse", by Eminem. Because Eminem had always produced heavenly music. Before REHAB, that is.

9 pm- I watched the 2012 once again, just in case. I googled to look for someone who could lend me a plane, because I really wish to live longer. I haven't been with my crush for once, FFS. You should really see my point, by now.

10 pm- I just found out, that our flight to Riyadh is a transit flight via Dubai. And here's the good part: Instead of shopping for awesome stuff here, I'm going to be doing it in Sharjah. Happiness Level = Max.

11 pm- I figured that if anything was to happen, I would rather go in with a full tummy, as a happy person. So, I downed my dinner, and since I was dankrupt, I stayed clean.

12 am- The wait has now officially ended, and this post is starting to see it's end, as well. Because what I do after 12 am at night, is something that I can't let people know. ;) Na, I just watch movies. I wish I was cold-blooded killer at night, though.

You know, I think the Mayans didn't even do some actual research to support their conclusion. The way I have it, the appointed the best of their geniuses to figure it out, and the appointed ones were promised a life full of stardom, if successful. It is at that point that I think, criminal desperation took over them, and that led on to something. So, here's what they did.

Quite legit, actually.

You know, I've just had the best idea in a good while. If I make it through this, I plan to study, become a doc, marry "the girl", have babies. AND THEN, I'm going to make them watch the movie 2012, and tell them that their mother and I survived through this, just to have the kids. Awesome, isn't it?

Anyways, now that we're past the "Apocalypse", here's to the next 1000 years.

Cheers.

P.S- THIS POST IS A DAY LATE. And, I do not apologize.

Return Ticket

Hi, insane earthlings.

So, tomorrow's the Apocalypse, right? In the event of something horrible ACTUALLY happening, I've got nothing to worry about. I have already got myself covered. I made a sledge that is run by a pack of wolves, two Russian Dragunov snipers, and a cheesecake. Because, cheesecake is love. By the way, tomorrow, I'll put up a post where I make a list of things I do throughout the day, as I wait for something to hit us. If I don't post by 10pm- Dhaka time, please pay your last respects to my beautiful corpse.

Okay, enough with the Apocalyptic crap. 'Cause whenever someone comes up with something as such, my reaction to it is somewhat like this:

Sheldon Cooper = Awesome

I know, how ironic.

Man, I watched the Champions League draws today. And being a Real Madrid fan, I was very, very disappointed. We have to play Manchester United to get through into the QF. They aren't exactly the Great Wall of China, but they aren't one to beat easily, either. Plus, Cristiano Ronaldo has to play at Old Trafford, his former home. Like that isn't enough- most of us Madrid fans are counting on CR7 to give us that winning goal against his former club- the club that has made him the Cristiano Ronaldo he is today.However, I found a comforting stat: Real Madrid has progressed in three of their four European Cup ties against Manchester United, while coach Jose Mourinho has won six and lost just two of 14 previous games against the Red Devils in all competitions.

Phew.

As many of you might know, I've been watching a lot of Hindi movies/ listening to Hindi music ever since I moved here. And THAT is why many people have told me that I have "changed". Like, not in a good way, because honestly, I did not like the tone. After that, I stopped sharing Hindi stuff, but man I watched this one movie, and I couldn't help but share a particular song from the movie soundtrack. It is from the movie- Talaash. An incredible story, may I say. And if any of you wish to watch, let me hit you up with the ultimate spoiler. Kareena Kapoor is a dead hooker who died 3 years before the story time frame, and her soul still wanders the earth. There you go, movie spoiled. Anyway, here's the song:

Jee Le Zara- Talaash

Moving on, mom told me today that I had to go and confirm our flight reservations. Yes, I'm finally going back to Riyadh. So, I called this cousin of mine Zubair, and we went to the Saudi Airlines head office here. It was near a place called Farmgate, and believe me, that place is ALWAYS crowded. Oh, you have to know how I met Zubair. Much like our family, his family lived abroad for most of Zubair's upbringing. They moved in here from Kuwait a month before I showed up. So since this dude had a bit of Middle Eastern blood running in his veins, I figured that we would kick it off. And sure enough, we did. However, the first time we met was something like this:

His dad invited us over. So, when we were there, his elder sister took me to his room, where he was having a jamming sesh with his friends. Now, the general idea is when you're outside a room where a jamming sesh is in progress, you'll hear something. Like, the sound of a bass chord, or whatever. But let me tell you, man- I DID NOT HEAR SHIT. It was almost as if I've lost my hearing. Till date, I don't know how something like that happened, nor have I asked. However, we made good friends, and over time, I came to know a lot about him. First up, he's a total stoner. They say being friends with a stoner will eventually make you one, but since I've vowed to never light the grass again, I think I'm on the safe side. However, I'll give you this- Pot will give you super powers, and an immense amount of wisdom- for the time being, though. Anyways, stoner or not, Zubair never fails to crack me up. And that's because, at times, he has this attitude where he pretends to be all ghetto and shit- despite being a privileged teenager. Often time, I picture him as this:

Honestly, you're too fat for a thug.

Next up, he had a pretty girlfriend, but man, her personality was really weird. Speaking of the word "weird", this picture came into my mind.

I always had a massive, massive, massive crush on Lily Aldrin. ♥ 

Okay, so his girlfriend. I agree, she was undeniably "do-able", but that bad a personality, man?

Man, I've moved too far out! Where was I? Oh yes, Saudi Airlines HQ. We reach the help desk, and inquire who to go to for flight reservations confirmation. The dude at the help desk accompanies to a room, where we were supposed to wait for some officer. Anyways, we wait, and the dude finally turns up. We talk for a while, and after some time, he tells me that my visa is not valid. Now, if there was anything I was completely sure about, it would be my visa being valid. This guy was obviously playing some mind shit with me, and I was ready to raise some hell. My cousin was all big-eyed, and had a jawdrop, cause I mean, I usually speak up loud. I was NOT going to let anything ruin my flight back to Riyadh. I was flipping out, and for the officer on the pother side of the desk, I was just another brick in the wall.

A few minutes later, I decided it'd be best to kick back, and play my cards carefully. Because, in places like these, people will always fuck with you. Play your cards right, and you'll hit the peak even before you know it. Play them wrong, and you'll be dead even before you hit the floor. So, anyways, I think this is the first time when I have produced every legal document I have, and not left something back home. And surely, I was successful in swinging the scales to my favour. I finally laid my hands on my return ticket.

Checkmate.