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September 17th, 2006
Assalam’alaikum
My day- I Leave home at about 7-30ish, drive like mad to get to the office in 10 minutes (normally a journey of around 20 minutes) so I can leave by 3-30. We have flexi-time, I can come any time between 7 and 8 and I can leave after 8 full hours. I leave at 3-30 (ten minutes early), drop one of my dads friends home, go home, visit the loo, do wudhu and leave within 15 minutes of arriving. I get to college at about 4-45 (15 minutes late for class) and leave at about 8-50 pm. It takes me a further 50 minutes to get home… that makes it 9-40 pm!! That IS hectic.
Today I’m very happy because I’ve been drifting my disco all day. It’s a 4×4 and nothing more amazing than seeing a 4×4 drifting, it’s so mind bogglingly amazing. I love the sound of tires screaming trying to get traction, the sound of the engine burning two tons of petrol a second and the adrenaline rush as the back threatens to put you through a couple of parked cars.
Yesterday was also an exceptional day, I showed a guy from my college what it means to drive a 4×4. I was going along at a nice steady 140 and I see this Explorer come up from behind me. I speed up, overtake him at about 170 something and then take the exit to my college. The road to my college is dual carriage and that means he was on my tail (because I refuse to go over 150 on a dual carriageway) and he can’t overtake me because of the oncoming traffic. I decide to teach him a lesson so I race down the road all the way until just before a complete 90 degree turn, hit the brake (no one can powerslide a car with such a high COG at 130 kmph), slide my back into position and hit the accelerator. The Explorer guy obviously couldn’t pull off the stunt and almost just shunted into the sand, he kept a respectful distance from me after that, obviously learning to respect the genius in the military green disco.
September 7th, 2006
 Michael Bolton
 I could hardly believe it, when I heard the news today
I had to come and get it straight from you
They said you were leaving, someone’s swept your heart away
From the look upon your face, I see it’s true.
So tell me all about it, tell me ’bout the plans you’re making
Then tell me one thing more before I go
Tell me how am I supposed to live without you
Now that I’ve been loving you so long
How am I supposed to live without you
How am I supposed to carry on
When all that I’ve been living for is gone.
I didn’t come here for crying, didn’t come here to break down
It’s just a dream of mine is coming to an end
And how can I blame you, when I build my world around
The hope that one day we’d be so much more than friends
And I don’t want to know the price i’m gonna pay for dreaming
When even now it’s more than I can take.
Tell me how am I supposed to live without you
Now that I’ve been loving you so long
How am I supposed to live without you
How am I supposed to carry on
When all that I’ve been living for is gone.
And I don’t want to face the price I’m gonna pay for dreaming
Now that your dream has come true.
September 7th, 2006
I’m bored and my new glasses are giving me a headache. I feel like ranting and raving but I won’t. I asked this guy who comes to clean to apartment to clean a fish I’d bought and now I see he’s cleaned it, yes, but he’s also covered it with spices. IÂ wanted to bake it with cinnamon and cheese…
I bought a couple of books and I’m going through them but it’s really tiring reading a book in bed but where else can you read it?
P.S - I lost the rest of this post…
September 6th, 2006
Assalam’alaikum
Right, yesterday I skipped work because I wanted to get a few things done before my college started. I have classes four days a week starting at 4-30 pm to about 9-00 pm, add to that my work from 7-30 to 3-30 and that leaves me absolutely no time at all since it takes about an hour to get from my work place to my college.
I’d planned to do three things on Tuesday; get my eyes checked, get new fog lamps and have a DVD changer installed. I’ve had Lasik surgery done about six years ago, when I was just sixteen and since then my eyes had been slowly growing weaker until last year when it went from bad to worse. It seems that every few months I go for a checkup prescription number changes so I’d decided that I wanted this strange phenomenon diagnosed and treated and that mean going to Al Maghrabi Hospital, the crazy, chaotic, mind bogglingly busy Al Maghrabi.
I got there at about ten in the morning and ‘queued’ up behind this guy with a girl, who again, was staring at me like I was some sort of jungle man. She was probably thinking of some way of shooting a tranquilizer dart in my hind quarters and then selling me off to a zoo. Evil kid. I think the biggest mistake I made that morning was to wait patiently behind someone else, something I picked up in that cold, dark, damp sorry excuse of a country; England. The three immensely inept ladies behind the counter saw it fit to completely ignore me for about ten minutes, until I got so annoyed that I told them off. They just sort of stopped working and looked at me a bit shocked and a bit unsure of what I was going on about, seemed as though it was quite normal for them to ignore people who might have been waiting to be attended to. This lady who was supposed to attend to me took it so matter of factly and so promptly started taking down my details that I felt quite bad for having told her off. Maybe she was used to it because she’s always being told off at home and she shouldn’t really have to come to work to be told off by a Moron such as I. It must have been so demeaning having even a stranger tell her off etc… So I apologized and what did she do? She rudely dismissed me saying ok ok and roughly shoving my card back towards me. It wasn’t even like it was a long winded apology type thingy, it was more of “Hey… by the way, I’m sorry for having…” “ok, ok”, card shoved back at me.
The first doctor who saw me referred me to the corneal specialist, who, asked me to get a bunch of tests done. I’d wanted to get everything done before 1pm when they close for a couple of hours but this was seeming increasingly unlikely and sure enough a couple of tests later they asked me to come back at five and they asked me to bring a driver along.
Riiiight.
I was there at five but the nurse thought it’d be really cool if she made me wait forty five minutes before putting drops in my eyes to dilate them. The drops sting really bad and make your eyes go numb and for the first few moments you feel like tearing at your eyes but then it stops stinging and becomes only mildly discomforting. She did this three times over a period of I don’t know, an hour and a half? This was because the drops make you very very drowsy, one of the reasons they asked me to come with a driver. I would’ve done anything for a pillow and a blanket but no, I had to sit on a hard uncomfortable chair. Another couple of tests and it was time for the Confoscan, a test that images your eye. And to do that they had another treat lined up for me, anesthesia, for my eyes. Yes, my eyes felt no sensation when the camera touched my eye and panned the entire surface of my eye nor did I know whether I had my eyelids half open or completely open because the anesthesia deadened that as well and the area around my eye. I finished around about Isha time, my entire day wasted.
The diagnosis? Well they said they couldn’t rule out ectasia and that’s a BIG worry. Ectasia is a rare yet very serious complication of LASIK surgery caused by corneal bulging. It’ll take about an year of regular checkups and analysis to understand the reason for my regression but it’ll most likely be ectasia. If it is ectasia than I might need to get a cornea transplant, there is another treatments where they put rings but a transplant is also a very real and viable treatment. Anyone want to add me in their will? Yasir from Jeddah gets my eyes. This is actually sick because here I am wishing someone were dead so I could collect their eyes. No thank you, I’d rather go for the man made ones even though I would then probably have to get used to being called ‘The glass eyed taleban guy’. I do get called taleban a lot and Usama Bin Laden and Mujahid. One of my dads friends always asks him how usama, i.e myself, doing. And one of the HR guys, anytiume he saw me, would say ‘You look like Taleban’ so a few days back I replied ‘I am Taleban’. Now he just says ‘Salaam to the Taleban’. 
My eyes had been subjected to such brutal torture yesterday that they still hurt now, a dull pain along with everything being foggy and if this doesn’t go away by Saturday I’m going to go blast the Al Maghrabi people for toying with my eyes. Yes, it’s true. They used a new machine on me; it came complete with two Italian doctors who were showing the local guy how to use it. Apparently one of the Italians is one of the foremost Lasik Surgeons in the world, I don’t know, I just know he looked a lot like Alonso, that Spaniard who won last years F1 champinship just because Ferrari and bridgestone screwed up.
September 5th, 2006
You heard it here first…
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September 4th, 2006
I’m at work and feeling ill, my throat is itchy, my hands cold, my eyes tired. More…I got up at ten to eight so I was really late for work. The project manager returned from leave today so that probably didn’t give him a very good impression of me, not that I particularly care. I didn’t use my deodorant today and I smell a bit although I have to admit I quite like the smell of my own sweat. It’s very different than the kind of stench you get from others. Maybe because of my diet?
It really annoys me when people stare. Little kids, old men, women, everyone stares except for the shabaab who just stop doing what they’re usually doing i.e bothering females. There was a time when I couldn’t go anywhere without feeling uncomfortable due to someone or the others unflinching gaze and I honestly used to feel like going around with a shemagh wrapped around my face. That’s changed now though, I do get the occasional looks by the old men, children do stare at me in the Masjid and sometimes, like yesterday at IKEA, you do get a girl who’s strangely fascinated by a short heavy bloke with a long beard and long hair and speaks English, sort of like an English speaking yeti dwarf. Point of all this? No point, just wanted to point out that pointing and staring is not good, end of point. Point.
My dad calls me up at work the day before yesterday and tells me that he’s flying out the day after. Nice timing dad, I’d wanted to send a few things for my sister, her husband and her father in law but I didn’t have any time to buy the stuff. My sister is pregnant with her first child and the delivery is expected to be sometime in November or December. Please make dua that everything goes ok.
What I don’t get is why cars don’t have trash cans, really, why not? I mean what are you supposed to do with the tissue paper you’ve just sneezed in or the sandwich wrapper from a fast food takeaway? Do you chuck it out the window? Do you let it slip to the floor and pretend that nothings happened? Do you hold it in your hand until you find a garbage skip? Why? I know it’s not hard to put a small garbage thing in, my Volvo had one, but that’s only because I hadn’t payed the optional third cup holder. Why should my rear car passengers have a cup holder while I’m being forced to hold a snot filled tissue paper in my hand while I drive? And even the way I drive anyone would be mad to attempt to drink or eat anything while seated in the middle row of my car. My dad does but that’s because he doesn’t really care what he gets on my car seats and I can’t ask him not to do it.
I have managed to find a solution to this problem but that requires quite frequent trips to IKEA and having to buy useless junk.. I use their large wonderful plastic carry bags as trash bags. 
The bags from IKEA are quite large and stiff so they don’t tip over and they don’t collapse. The bag just sits there behind the front passenger seat with it’s mouth open, waiting to receive my snot filled tissue paper and when it’s filled up after a couple of weeks I simply toss it in a skip and pay IKEA another visit.
Another really annoying this is why, why aren’t hooks in the boots of cars standard? Why can’t you have hooks protruding from the roof of jeeps so you can hang bags that should not be tipped over, like, for example the sizzling fish I bought yesterday at ‘The Red Lobster’ I placed the bag in the floor well in front of the front passenger seat and it fell over at a bend, I reached out and placed it upright only for it to tip over again so do you know what I did? I held the bag up with one hand and steered with the other, very safe.
Anyway, people annoy me, they seriously annoy me. Why are so many people just a bunch of half wit morons who refuse to think or even to try and understand what the other person is saying. The moment someone labels you a chauvinist, a sexist, a racist, an anti Semite or whatever other ists exist out there, you know that they’ve closed their minds. And why should people be spoon fed or else they go and make the most absurd connections possible instead of expending the effort required to make logical connections?
To illustrate my point let me give you an example of this kind of absurd connection making. I was debating a sister, in a very respectful manner, the issue of equality between the sexes. I insisted that there can be no equality because we are biologically different and that we have been created to play different roles which require different rights and obligations. In order to show that this does not mean anything bad I said that I refer to this as “positive discrimination”. To further prove my point I tried pointing out that western society, that is purportedly so equal, itself practices this act of positive discrimination. Why can an 18 year old vote and not a 17 year old? Why can an 18 year old drink and not a 17 year old? These are laws designed by the west because they feel that anyone under 18 should not have these rights because it is not appropriate. What about Allah ta3la who has given Men and women different rights because He knows what is suitable for whom? This sister saw red because she assumed I was comparing women to ‘minors’, I was doing nothing of the sort, I was simply pointing out one of the fallacies of western thought, and so she blasts me. She says that she thought individuals like myself were an urban myth and that it’s depressed her to find out that I actually do exist. Will I attempt to clear these misunderstandings? No and I have let her have the last say because I’ve had it, if you refuse to think logically or to provide sold reasoning for your arguments then I will stop debating and will simply smile and nod my head as one would do when a small child tells a tale.
September 1st, 2006
I love Tabascos Habanero Sauce, it’s absolutely brilliant but not quite hot enough…
That is until it somehow lands on your temple which is exactly what happened to me. I was shaking the bottle with my left hand and got a little bit on my finger which later rubbed against my temple, quite close to my eye, while I was adjusting my glasses and now I’ve got a splitting headache.
I really need to get back in shape, anyone who’s seen my pictures from around two years ago and then meets me now gets a big shock. I think there’s a link to my pictures somewhere in the older posts, from 2004. But that’s really not the reason I need to get back in shape, I intend to compete in the Dakar Rally in 2008 and you cannot be an overweight, bumbling cheesecake of a man and still compete in the rally, you have to be sharp, quick and have a lot of drive. Nothing is unacheivable and I will inshaAllah get back in shape within six months after which I will, inshaAllah, go to Dubai to give my GMAT and get an FIA international license.
That’s not what the $60,000 is for though (INers will probably know what I’m talking about). I need the 60K for my MBA, hopefully at INSEAD.
August 31st, 2006
Assalam’alaikum
I’ve just started to work on a book I’ve been meaning write for ages, a collection of logical and philosophical arguments against democracy.
The book will be aimed at Muslims as I will be start with the agreement of the reality of a Creator, an affirmation of all His names and attributes and with the belief in the final prophethood of our beloved Prophet Muhammed PBUH. I intend to write down just the logical arguments that I and others have used against Democracy so as to help Muslims see the reality of what they hold so dear and what they proclaim to be our destiny.
I have a decision to make though, should I continue to work on it just being an argument against democracy or maybe an argument against the modernist Islamic thinking as a whole?
An argument against Modernism will require a lot more time devoted to trying to understand the hidden meanings of modernism as well as their effects. Every time I have a discussion with a modernist, we manage to pull so many strings that nothing gets resolved. Finding a root and then using logical steps to define each thought is very difficult because one branch may have a hundred different issues, all of which come up at the same time. Trying to write about that, sometimes I feel, requires not just an ignorant follower such as myself but an enlightened Islaamic scholar.
I cannot even be considered a knowledgable person, just a normal Muslim with a few ideas and as such I’ll need as much help as possible. I’ve already gotten Kamran to agree to help me and infact right now he’s probably wondering where I’ve disappeared to. From amongst our beloved and greatly respected thinkers and students of knowledge, MWA has completely disappeared, Talha Ahsan’s been locked up and Admin from CG can’t get a respite from his own problems so that counts him out.
Yusuf (heartsofgreenbirds), my buddy and compadre is my official cheerleader. 
P.s - My neck is killing me so please forgive me if this post is a bit hard to follow.
August 31st, 2006
Ahhh… yummy. I went to Osaka today, bloody expensive but worth every halala.
August 30th, 2006
Assalam’alaikum
So much to say… don’t know where to start.
I was reading Ubergirl87’s blog and it’s very depressing, I lost my trail of thought, everything I wanted to type’s gone. No matter how messed up their lives are, they are still our brothers and sisters and we still care about them. It’s so frustrating now because my mind’s become so distracted that I just can’t write anything. I’ll just post this and hope I’m relaxed enough tomorrow morning to be able to say what I wanted to say.
I’m at a junction now where I have major decisions to take and I feel so unsure, so undecided. There are so many things that are bothering me and so many things that I’m coming to understand, the realization of which is causing me to look at myself harder than I have for many months. I wish I had a Pensieve to sort out my thoughts. Perhaps I should spend tomorrow morning in contemplation.
There are times when the lack of a confidante is sorely felt, this is one of those times. But even this may not be so bad had I a close friend, a confidant. Friends I have many, some I consider to be good friends but they are just that… not more. My two friends who were closest to me, my jigri yaaray, are far away, one is in England and the other I lost touch with.
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