I just came back from Yanbu. Man! What a town.  

Yanbu is a little city by the sea.  its one of those diverse towns. You got the ol' fashion mid size city on the north . And on the south is the new modern design city. And on the south of that is the factories and stuff.

Anyways, if I start talking about this town I won't stop talking.  I spent three days and I really love it. Hope to move to it one day.

Hi,

I got a new X-box 360 and I've been too busy to write anything here. So I'll make it short

Top 10 things I like about the UK:

1-      Scotland:

In short: Scotland is the better part of the UK (to me the UK is only Scotland and the rest of the guys all over).

Man, what a country! It is so beautiful I could beat to it. The cities , the people , nature and many things. It's not fair to write about it with other things. I'm gonna blog about it later.

2-      The Rail System:

Accuracy , flexibility and reliability. I fell in love with it. It is fun and convenient. I've been delayed once , but hey , no one is perfect. The best thing about it , is the flexibility of the ticket conductors (I don’t know what they call them there, they seem to have a different name for everything). But I had trouble with a lot o female conductors ; they're nasty. However, I often get into trouble with any woman in uniform. (it’s a guy thing :p)

3-      The Weather:

I hear English people complaining about the weather change. Try Saudi Arabia in spring time. Lord, dust storms , rain in the same time with a 25 degrees temperature shift during the day. A little rain is good and some cold breeze is heaven to me. So please, stop bitching about it. You have nice weather in general.

4-      ( I.C.V.) International Chick Variation:

Ok so perhaps you're not into English. Try Spanish , Italian , Asian , black, white and a whole lot of  multinational selection. Where do you find them  ? mainly at the local college , but my advice it wait until it gets a little dark. Hunting is easier in the local Pub ( That's what they call bars there ). And mind you , standards drop law when people travel (AND with 3 beers).

5-      Scotland (again):

I can't help it man , the people there are really nice and … Well , we'll talk about it later.

6-      Intellectual Level:

I Like having meaningful conversations. Things that have a point. So for an English man, if he's not talking about beer and women , he's probably talking about something worth listening to.

PS: That is if you EVER get an English man to talk. With all due respects to my English friends I do consider English men hostile and really unfriendly. I mean , loosen up people!  Get that stick out of your asses. God ! Do I have to have a set of boobs to initiate a conversation with you guys. It's called "being a man" , look it up.

Damn, I always get stuck with lists. I can't finish this..

I'm gonna go x-box for a while. I might remember something.

Bye

Comming next Top 10 things I HATE about the UK (Lord! its gonna be a long Blog)

Well ,

I'm back from  the world of the dead. Yup , left the UK Saturday morning. I have a couple of things I didn’t post in yet about the UK. And loads of pictures.

Will do that later.

Cheers  

I just went to a nearby town here. It supposed to be famous for something. I think it should be more English that the other towns. Well it turned out to be true. It was like any other town but with older houses. There was a Harley Davidson shop and an Indian food restaurant there. Which really did not fit there. I mean if you really want to be English , for god sake switch to Triumph shops at least. You can keep the Indian restaurant though, cuz I don't hate it that much. But seriously , Harlies no good , Baaaad Harley , Baaaaaaaaaaaaad.

I got to tell you though I was expecting some stranger rituals. You know , at least some weird-looking butt-naked people dancing around. No wait; that was the gay festival in Brighton.

Speaking of gays , I got nothing against a guy wanting to shove whatever in whatever. Its his life after all. Just don't tell me he got it from his parents. Next thing you know , We'll have the bestiality genes , the drug addict genes , and pedophilia genes ( aka Michel Jackson syndrome).

PS: they'll tell you should have scone and cream tea. Scone is cake , put crearm and jam on it , and its still cake , so you're not missing much.

So , I'm staying at with family in what they call home-stay program. That means you stay at a home with a family to practice the language, which is actually pointless when you're going to southern England.  Mainly because people here are not that chatty , specially when you're not English. I don’t know. I just think people up north are more friendly. It could be me , and I might be wrong..  yah right , like I've ever been wrong in my whole life! Heh..

Anyways , I got nothing against the guy. On the contrary , He is very generous and a really nice cook. Unfortunately , he's not a man of many words. But he's a really good man, 'nough said !

Well , I'm gonna start talking about my trip to the UK in a really haphazardly manner (wow , didn’t know I could use a word like that). You should take into consideration the following:

1. I will be using all the comical styles (exaggeration , contradiction , sarcasm … etc) just to make it fun , in many cases it might not be true.
2. Pay attention when I mix my imagination and my inner ego into stories.
3. I'm out of things to point out.
4. why are you even reading this.

Gotta zippp

Bye.

Hey everyone, 

nothing much happening here. England is a bit too cold for me. I can tell because my balls climbed 3 inch's above the ground. A lot of you guys are asking me about the girls. And the rest of you people are asking about the weather. We already answered the weather question , so I think most of my blog would be about BBOOOOTTTYYY. (I think thats what kids call it these days) 

Well , sorry guys , you'll have to wait until I'm almost out of here. so that I don't get any hassle with anyone when I narrate my fantasies about some certain mid-aged women here.

 Oh look my balls climbed one more inch .. I can take my third shoe off now.

Cheeer Maaaytes ( thats the way they say it here , yah I know , but ,umm well , you know the English)

Well , nothing much going on here , the summer vacation starts and they had to put it at summer when it hits 53 C degrees. It really sucks. Aaaanywhooo, that won't stop me from going out.  2 hours till sunset , its 43 C degrees outside , and bit windy , perfect conditions for riding. I called my cousin and we went riding , we stopped at a nomad-settlers village. It's one of these towns with one grocery stores that sells everything. Being hot we had to stop and drink something. Its when some of the locals started asking about the bikes and what bring us here ( I mean there , when we're there it's "here" ; you know what I mean).

Don't get me wrong , I like to be the center of attraction , especially when there's women around. The things too much questions are too much. And when someone asks if "this thing go fast " , it won't do any good to say " speed is a relative matter" . they usually think it’s a dare. So we had to get out of there as fast as we could. Specially with these pickup's "racing us" , and we got back home a little bit faster.  

So I went back home that night , had a nice dinner with the family. And went out with guys after that or I was talking to someone online . I don’t really remember. The thing is I went to bed late.

 So, I get up all moody, and started my day with a cup of coffee from an overnight coffee pot. Tried to start my car didn’t work so I had to borrow my brother's pickup truck. I said to my self "this looks like a promising day ! "

 Went to work sneaked out after 30 min , and  drove the 80 KM in a Toyota Desel pickup truck. If the sound doesn’t kill you , the jumping and shaking will be suffice to leave you with a 2 pound hemorrhoid (I don’t know if this is medically correct , but trust me you don’t want to try it ). First thing is first , I got to the police station which was fortified

-- Oh my God , I can't finish this --

 I'll cut it short, I went there the next day, I ran paper work for 4 hours. That included getting finger printed , mug shots , background check , full health check , you name it. I'm sure they got their bike license procedure from NASA. But the attitude is clearly medieval.

 Dmmiittt , I'm to pissed and depressed to write anything ..  

 I wrote this 3 weeks ago and it was to gloomy to continue.  Let just say that I almost got detained for three days. My ass still from all the driving  , and I've been paying for stuff I don't know what the hell for.

Note: if you are going to break the law in Saudi Arabia , punishment is the least you should fear. Its paper work you should worry about.

I'm outta here.

Yah , before I start I noticed that the title sounds like a porno , but you have to know that someone almost got screwed in the storyline ( again metaphorically speaking , damn it ! stop fantasizing about it ) …

I was planning on starting writing my scrip yesterday, when one of the guys called and asked if I took my bike for a ride lately. Apparently, the police managed to know the source of all the criminal activities; its bikes. These include drugs , rape , fraud , global warming , terrorism , you name it . So, what they do is check for license  and registration . you know you're ok if you're a registered drug dealer.

Anyway, I should do this sooner or late so I thought the sooner the better.  I went to the evening shift at local traffic department and they told me they don’t do bikes. I had to drive 80 km to a town I did not like for two main reasons: all the streets there end up with a curve , I shit you not. for  some reason they don’t do straight streets , and a street that points exactly to the directions ( N, W , E , S ) is out of the question. And the second reason is mainly because the people there symbolize the modern materialistic human being (that’s a fancy way of saying they're all a bunch of assholes). I tell you, you walk in, you stay for one hour you see more assholes than a public toilet seat in Heathrow airport. I'm not stereotyping anybody here. But, all the people there are assholes with no exception. Enough said.

I went there , spoke to the so called " officer in charge " he asked me back , " do bikes have license ? " . Things like that leave you speechless with the additional urge of pointing your finger at the silly fuck. Anyways after so many attempts to convince him that its not like horse registration in the good ol' days, the guy told me to come back tomorrow morning ..

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I'm here in Dammam, I've been running all day long here and there. Reminds me when I first discovered masturbation. I can't quit until I'm really tired. Next Saturday is a the national day holiday , so we got a lot of people here. Anyway, I just got into this really nice hotel. All the rooms were booked, but we managed to get a suite..

Wow , I'm too tired to write anything more. I'm even going to post this tomorrow.

zzzzzzzzzzz

So , I tried blogging before , but it didn’t work out well ..

 The problem wasn’t the material , I mean there was a lot of good stuff there.

The problem was I realized what a nut job I was , seriously , I discovered I was mental case. Hell , I even gave myself a number " Mental Case 773H " .

Anyway I'll try not to publish that crazy stuff here , I'll try to keep it as civil as possible ( I don’t guarantee anything ) . It's a little something for my friends to know what the hell am I doing , and where in the world I'm fooling around.

I'm going on a trip to the east coast tomorrow.

So , here's  to a new start.