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| Second to last post for a month by Quétinbec 03/03/2010, 10:54am PST | ||||
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| I live on reclaimed land, which means sand pushed into the sea usually in the shape of something pretty. No one's too sure how this particular type of sand based reclamation is going to turn out because it's only been in place for half a decade or so. The roads develop pot holes frequently, though. They fill them in with sand initially and then re-tarseal every month or so. I'm not sure how often roads are supposed to be re-tarsealed but that seems a bit high. When I first came here, I thought perhaps they were always going over the roads because the Indians kept fucking them up, but that can't be because there's no way they'd tolerate that kind of ongoing incompetence. There's got to be something structurally unsound. They say they repair the roads late at night "to avoid distrupting the flow of traffic" but it also conveniently hides the fact that the roads can't hold together for more than a month from 95% of the residents here. If you can't even keep the roads together, then what am I supposed to think about the safety of my 50 story apartment block? But hey! At least it looks like a flower from 15,000 feet! You know how EVERY photo you see of reclaimed land is at that height and you think how cool it would be to drive around something that large in the shape of a pineapple? At 0 feet, it's just a bunch of roads and houses. The thought that at some height it looks like a pineapple doesn't cross your mind. You're just fucked off because all the streets look the same and there's nowhere to make a U-Turn.
There are moments here when I notice how I've changed. I was squeezing a pimple in a public restroom. In the past, I'd never let anyone catch me doing this. It's something I find very embarrassing. So, the door opens and I back away from the mirror and pretend I'm drying my hands or something - only, it's an Indian, so I squeeze my pimple in front of him. I've never squeezed pimples in front of anyone before. Such has my opinion of Indians lowered, I guess. I do believe they're the least human of any race. Emotionless. Even when they gamble their face doesn't change - and gambling is the closest they come to going to the bother of entertaining themselves. They seem very content to just sit around and get treated like shit. Then they die and get reincarnated as a beautiful princess! It's disgusting. I no longer try to make conversation with them in elevators, and we had our Indian maid replaced with an Ethiopian (what the fuck would Indians know about keeping clean? A week after I bought a LED TV, she used some fucked up window cleaner on it that to this day has left a mark). In mid-January, one of my students asked me out on a date. She's 18, which you'd consider a kid, except that's when most Arab girls get married - so it's that or nothing. I had fantasized about her prior to her taking an interest in me. She doesn't wear the ninja mask - just an Abaya over a burka - and when she sat down, you could she wore canvas sneakers which she'd drawn all over with a felt pen. Her Father's apparently very wealthy. We were talking about smoking once and when asked whether she'd like her Father to smoke she said, "Yes, because then he would die sooner and I could have his money.". She also told me she has a tattoo of a butterfly on her stomach. Tattoos are haram so I came down hard on her to keep the class happy. I didn't really give her any reason to like me. She came by my office once and kissed my window so that I had to smudge off the lipstick with a tissue. She's skinny as anything and has sleepy eyes - not really my kinda thing, but she's ballsy as fuck. Anyway, she asked me to the mall to see Avatar. She said another guy I know had agreed to come, but when I asked that guy later, he said he didn't know who she was and hadn't agreed to meet any Arab girls anywhere. I asked another guy who was teaching the class she'd been tranferred to about her. He said he saw her once at the mall without her Abaya. These girls often get dropped at the malls in their burkas, go to the toilets to strip down to western clothing and then buzz around like superstars! He said she had short, spiky blonde hair! I can't even imagine that! I haven't seen a single Arab woman with short hair, let alone short coloured hair, let alone such a woman asking me out on a date! Anyway, she'd asked him too but he turned her down. He thought it was too risky. There's no real risk of her turning you in if it doesn't work out because she has more to lose than you if she's caught, but if she's caught, she'll fuck you over. You'll basically be a rapist. He said if one of her many aunties, cousins, sisters, etc... caught you together, she'd pin it on you and they'd go to your employer. He said if an Arab is serious about fucking you, they'll invite you somewhere discreet. If they invite you to a shopping mall, they're just fucking around, so I turned her down. I'd probably marry her, though, if I could. She has a lot going for her. Anyway, I have this Taiwanese girl arriving in 36 hours. She's a snoop. She found Caltrops by googling one of my rarely used email addresses, so imagine the prying she'll do when she's left alone in my room for a month. I can't remember all the shit I've talked about her here, but I'd rather she not find that, so I'm going to have to pretend Caltrops doesn't exist for the next 25 days. It's gonna cost me a fucking fortune. I promised I'd pay for our flights to Dubai for her fortnightly visa runs, but some fucking Jews killed a guy there and now it's turned into a bit of a fortress - especially for a young female from Taiwan. Aside from an Israeli, a Taiwanese person has probably the hardest time travelling in this region. China's really done a number on the Arabs. The only place in the Middle East that recognizes Taiwan as a country is also the only country in this region with a homosexual on the throne - Om*n. So we have to fly out to that fucker every week for a month, at a cost of about $1,500/weekend. So, fuck me. And I've since fallen in love with a Filipino waitress, so I'm not really all that motivated. I get the results from my Hep C, B, and HIV tests tomorrow morning, so if you beleive in a God, pray for me please. |
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