ابي يسوون برنامج “تلفزيون الواقع” يدشون فيه كل المرشحين. ينطرد قليل الادب والعنصري ويفوز اللي حاط أحسن خطط للتنمية. بدون تصويت، ما نبي فزعة احد.

بس، مليت.

اللهم بحق هذا اليوم وبحق مصيبة يوم العاشر أرزقنا شفاعة الحسين يوم الورود…

عظم الله أجورنا وأجوركم بمصاب فلذة كبد الزهراء..

For obvious reasons.

This just pisses me off. These people are NOT Kuwaiti. If they were, they wouldn’t do that. Their disrespect and hypocrisy are off the charts, just disgusting. I really hope the Ameer does something about this and quick, he’s been too patient and too silent and forgiving for far too long.

So I’m back!

I was swamped.. (blah blah blah… insert excuses and real-life situations here… el zebda is coming up… riiiight… abooouuuut… now!) and I forgot to pay for dreamhost and my blog went from lazy to dead for a few days.

You don’t know how much a blog means to you until dreamhost pulls the plug on it lol

So now I’m back, and (insert promising to blog more often and blah blah blah blah)…

Now, what was on my mind and what did I want to blog about while my blog was dead? Here ya go:

That teachers’ strike? Pure bullshit. What they want can’t be solved with a strike.

The Ministry of Education’s decisions these days? Some good, some bad, some completely horrifying.

Summary: I don’t want the kadar, I want to be treated like a human being rather than a robot. And stop raising the damn prices.

What I don’t understand is how people want more money when they already know that businessmen are just going to raise the prices even more? Most of the “politicians” we have are originally businessmen and their greed is unbelievable as it is, la3neen om el inflation. They give us salaries, they raise the prices, we ask for more, they raise the prices more, we keep asking, they keep raising. And the thing that’s annoying me is the fact that we have expatriates here who DON’T get a pay raise but still have to buy things for their homes that are way too expensive than they can afford, and it’s basic things like food and clothes. This is just plain annoying.

To Majlis el Khamma I’d like to say: Lower the prices and don’t touch our salaries, you dumdums.

To the teachers holding a strike and demanding more money while not working: Shut up and sit down.

Now, the students’ strike? Also pure bullshit. This also can’t be solved with a strike.

I know the grades are unfair and the teacher has a way less percentage than before, but being absent from school to strike? Not cool, not acceptable. And what makes it even more unacceptable is the fact that it was a joke to some of the students and it just ruined an already crap thing for the majority. For example, “3azeezi Al-Melaifi, T3arf 3ayeth?” was written on one of the posters.

Just in case you don’t know what the “T3arf 3ayeth?” joke means, I’ll tell you what I’ve been told, and I’ve been told via BBM broadcast, so this may be wrong, but anyway: “T3arf 3ayeth?” is a recurring joke from a Tareq Al-Ali comedy play. “3ayeth” is supposed to be this guy who rapes young boys. So if they ask you if you know 3ayeth, it’s because they want to know if you associate with pedophiles or have been raped by one. So asking the Minister of Education if he knows 3ayeth while demanding better grades for a better future isn’t exactly going to help him respect you and want to listen to you.

As a teacher, receiving an SMS from Moalem.org (Teachers’ society/union) telling me to be absent if I can’t attend the strike just pisses me the bleep off. Why? Because the girls I teach were sent to school by their parents. Parents that trust me. If I’m going to strike and leave their girls alone at school, I might as well call up each and every parent and tell them to f*** off until I get my money. Not cool.

And from a mother’s point of view, these damn kids who are absent from school just because they don’t like something are going to end up being my son’s doctors/architects/bankers/government people who work on his private papers and information. How am I supposed to trust them when they’ve been raised to strike and give up every time a decision they don’t like is made. I fear for my son.

Ukh, it’s just depressing. Anyways, rant to ya later.