and those i wouldn't lament getting rid off...

for the few months that he was born ahead of me, he is way too much mature in comparison. it makes our equation balanced.... he said i should be more practical and (you guessed it) mature when it comes to these things because the sooner we can save, the sooner we can go home and be together (forever), which is true... & it makes me more stronger each day that my flight comes nearer...

and all the bad things that will make feel justified about leaving:

the moronic local teenagers who looks like cave men who never saw a girl before.. each time a car full of boys pass by, they honk and shout and try anything to get your attention. it reminds me of stupid dogs howling and scratching themselves raw each time they see a juicy piece of food.

the ridiculous discrimination of insecure people who have the bloody guts to tell all expats to get out (yeah, like they can handle these all alone...) for some intelligent people of bahrain (few of them who are) are the ones who are hospitable, professional and educated enough to appreciate foreign work force, unfortunately they are overshadowed by thousands of illiterate minds too boastful to accept help.

overstuffed malls at weekend, what can you expect - they only have a few. and those ridiculously overpriced items. say, the bench store here sells pants for 12 dinars. that's 32.4 dollars! when you can buy it for P300 (on sale) when you're in manila!

lack of parks (trees also), road rage, 5 or more road accidents each day, those noisy chickens at our lobby, redundant newspaper, dust storms, lack of coffee in the office, selfish MPs, stupid judges who gives BD500 fine to singing girls on the street, but a year in jail to a person who commits rape (WTF!!!), and that money-making license industry (whatever they are called, IDC)..


makes manila look like new york city... really.