Friday, November 28, 2008

Funny

This is one funniest posts I've read. It's posted by an American-expat (Nate) experiencing his first haircut in Abu-dhabi. He is very clever and witty in his descriptions.

http://natedwyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/attend-tale.html

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Monday, November 24, 2008

Haggling in UK

I once had my 1st cousin visit in the UK and that’s when it really hit me how much I’ve integrated into living here. It was a funny experience when you see a newcomer and you see yourself from a few years ago struggling with fitting in a new environment but my cousin was something else. We went into a sport shop and he was looking at getting some trainers:

Cousin: Hey Tobasco these look nice. I think I am going to get them.
Me: Nodding *anything to finish shopping quick*
Cousin (to shop attendant): How much this? (in broken English with Arabic accent)
Shop attendant: Its 65 quid
Cousin: What 65 quid? What you mean?
Shop attendant: 65 pounds
Cousin: Okaay. How much last?
I start to smile because I think I know whats coming and I am going to stay quite and enjoy myself.
Shop attendant: *gives weird look* huh?
Cousin: Last how much? You know?
Shop attendant: You mean price.
Cousin: Yes, how much you give me last I take
Shop attendant: I am sorry I can’t its fixed prices here
Cousin: No I give you 40 for this
Shop attendant: *getting frustrated now* No you don’t understand its fixed prices here I can’t.
Cousin: What fixed no fixed khalas I give you 45 for this no more or I go.
Shop attendant: *looking in disbelief with mouth wide open probably thinking WTF I don’t get paid enough for this*

Then I couldn’t hold it anymore and I put the poor shop attendant out of her misery, explaining to my cousin that you can’t haggle in UK shops like we do back in the UAE. He was embarrassed a bit but then starting laughing. It probably hit home what the shop attendant was trying to say to him all along.

Good times.

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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Abu Dhabi Facebook group

This is an Abu-dhabi 80/90's facebook group. I really enjoyed reading it as it perfectly describes my era so happy to post this. I left in 99 and do visit every two years or so but its never been the same.

A group dedicated to everyone who grew up in Abu Dhabi back in the retro 80s and grunge 90s .You know you're one of those people if:

1- Hung out at the tourist club. You remember having Pizza at Tata, Eating 2 Dh fries with watered down ketchup at Snoopy's, or prank calling the receptionist.

2- Thought Hardees made the best burgers ever, although you always wondered why there was no McDs in Abu Dhabi.

3- Hung out at Citi Center.

4- Shopped at Hamdan Center, where you could buy caps that said stuff like Chicago Knicks and Montreal Maple Leafs.

5- Ate at Americana Chicken Tikka.

7- You could tell what school someone went to by what they wore to any of the above locations after school – Al Nahda = funky blue pants, Choueifat = Grey pants (but they got out really late and so u wouldnt see them when you got out), ACS = wear whatever u want.

8- Your parents did their groceries at either Prisunic, Coop or Spinney's.

9- You thought the Chinese buffet at Al Ain Palace was the best deal of all time.

10- You were "cool" if you went to Juke Box Junction or Hemingways.

11- You remember those funky taxis that smelled great all the time. Some of these taxi's would talk and greet you upon entering (as in the actual car and not the driver). Others had disco lights installed in the car. If you were lucky, the cab driver, while driving at 120 Km/h would open the door and spit out some funky looking tobacco thing".

12- Still on the subject of taxis, you have, or know someone who has, ripped a metal taxi ID tag (the one with the guy's name and photo) off the back seat and taken it as a souvenir.

13- You are automatically bi/multi-lingual: You speak whatever you speak, plus a special language that could only be used in taxis or small groceries. Typical sentences include, "rafeeg, sawi seer sida, banad sayara, nazal nafarat".

14- Dubai Channel 33 was your savior, if you were lucky enough to catch it, and that would require very high humidity, or a building size antenna.

15- Morning television on Abu Dhabi TV featured camels racing to a funky repetitive tune (early form of house music). Afternoon TV was random. You'd be in the middle of a cartoon, and just when it gets good, another cartoon starts (early form of mixing).

16- No matter how old you are now, you have a sense of humor that only other Abu Dhabi veterans can relate to.

17- The day Coca Cola arrived in Abu Dubai was one of the most anticipated events of your life at the time.

18- In the first gulf war, all parents collectively came up with the brilliant idea of putting sticky plastic stuff on windows thinking it would save them in case of a chemical attack.

19- At some point you thought La Brioche was authentic French cuisine, but you always thought Arlequin had the best croissants ever, and you still miss them.

20- Instead of having a street number, your building was either named after some random girl (eg Dana Plaza), or the store downstairs (eg. Choietram building). If you didn't live in a building, ie lived in Manaseer or some area like that, then you had to do a lot of talking in the language mentioned in point 13 above.

21- You went through a prolonged skateboarding phase. This involved wearing converse and air walks with a little patch thing on the side so you wouldn't wruin your shoes when you ollied. You practiced by getting your friends to lie down on the ground and ollie'ing over them. In the tourist club, you acid dropped off the stairs next to snoopy's, or launched off the steps in front of the billiards room. If you didnt skateboard, the you most likely belonged to another prominent crew, and wore docksides at some point in your life.

22- If you're a guy, your major daily/weekly events included some kind of big fight (early form of fight club). This could happen within your own school, in which case it was usually a one on one fight that others watched.

You also had inter school fights on weekends that involved many to many. Common reasons included - checking out a girl someone liked, looking at someone the wrong way, or just plan boredom.

Most notable were the fights that involved locals. A local would simply decide he wanted to pick a fight with you. He'd look at the guy next to him and say, "dig bleeb, yeeb el rabi3". usually, the locals would back off and end it in 2 minutes, making it sound like your lucky they have better things to do. But if they actually did "dig bleeb", within less than ten minutes, land cruisers or nissan patrols loaded with the "rabi3" would show up to take you on. Thee fights usually involved 10 or more people attacking one person. Weapon included a 7atta, slippers, or an Anees or Jawal (super sized cell phones). If you fought back, you'd be told stuff like "safrak". Usually, these fights would attract large audiences that would cheer on.

Somehow, although these fights happened outside of school, your principal (3andari, Jihad, etc) would know about it by Saturday morning and you'd get into trouble at school for it too (al nahda - 3 finger slap on face by Jihad. Choueifat - shit from 3andari followed by speech by Germanos followed by detention/suspension).


23- Still on the subject of male entertainment, you have played soccer at least once where the goal posts were either single red trapezium bricks or someone's slippers (n3al).

24- Unless you are one of our pakistani or indian friends, you probably can't speak Urdu/Hindi/etc, but somehow you still came out of Abu Dhabi knowing the lyrics to at least one urdu/hindi/pushto song.

25- You've gotten stuck in traffic atleast once, not because there was traffic, but because two people riding Nissan patrols or land cruisers recognized each other while driving, and decided to stop and catch up. They would park horizontally across the road blocking all traffic until they were done catching up.

26- Unlike most other newspapers, where every paper wants to know who shot you where, UAE newspapers refer to the main players in a story by initials only. You could steal, kill, rape, traffic drugs, and still only have your initials appear in the paper (that doesn't mean you don't get punished for it though, we're only talking newspapers here). Initials were usually composed of a minimum of 4 letters, eg:

Mr. A J K B A N was caught in Abu Dhabi airport with 25 tons of Cocaine. Mr. A J K B A N, a UAE national, was charged with carrying illegal substances and fined dhs 100,000 followed by 25 years in an underground, no air condition cell.

Most entertaining was the classifieds section of Gulf news. Its the only news paper where renters can specify the religion, job, eating preferences, and province of origin of a potential room mate. Here is one taken word for word from Gulf News (really, this is no joke):

1 bed space in C.A/C flat, in Hor Al Anz, available for an Indian (Keralite) nonsmoking vegetarian exec. bachelor working for reputed firm. Call 050-XXXXXXx
(we hid the numbers to avoid high volume prank calls).

Even better are job postings. You can specify sex, nationality and even age. For example (again this is a real life word for word ad):

Accountant, MBA graduate, female, age below 35, preferably hailing from the Philipines, with 3-5 yrs. exp. & familiar with feasibility studies, reqd.

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Friday, November 14, 2008

Cruel World

Read this first

•Eight broken ribs and a broken back, with another area of bleeding around the spine at neck level.
•Numerous bruises, cuts and abrasions, including a deep tear to his left ear lobe, which had been pulled away from his head.
•Severe lacerations to the top of his head, including a large gouge which could have been caused by a dog bite.
•Blackened finger- and toenails, with several nails missing; the middle finger of his right hand was without a nail and its tip was also missing, as if it had been sliced off.
•A tear to his fraenulum, the strip of skin between the middle of the upper lip and the gum, which had partially healed.
•One of his front teeth had also been knocked out and was found in his colon. He had swallowed it.

These describe the injuries suffered by a 17 month old baby P that eventually led to his death by his Mum and her boyfriend. This could’ve been avoided many times as he was visited 60 times in 8 months by social workers, police and health professionals; so why didn’t they put a stop to this?

This really has broken my heart; the poor little boy needed love and security. What sort of sick-minded individuals would do this to a child? I can’t begin to imagine the pain he must’ve felt. I look at my daughter and can’t begin to describe what I would do to someone if they even tried something like that.

Everyone in his short and tragic life has failed him. We must intervene as a society when we are concerned that “something isn’t right”. Family, friends, neighbours, we should make it our duty to protect the vulnerable and confront the perpetrators of any form of abuse.

As for the perpetrators, why is their even a trial? An eye for an eye I say...

Rest in peace baby P, my thoughts are with you...

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Happy with Brum move

So far I am happy with our move back to Birmingham since I have many family and friends here. Halal food and restaurants are in abundance so no problems there – apart from gaining more weight. There are many sheesha places for me to hang around so I can play cards and continue our usual Arab arguments of world domination plus the rent and grocery shopping is cheaper too woo-hoo

My daughter is getting more exposure to the family as well and vice-versa, so it’s all good and ofcourse it wouldn’t be complete if the missus wasn’t enjoying herself too.

I do miss Andover in parts though. It was quieter so you had more time to yourself to think, read books and workout. Yes I was leading a healthier lifestyle over there but I suppose you can’t get everything in life.

If it wasn’t for current financial climate and unstable housing market I think I would’ve looked more seriously to buy a property but for now I am better of renting and waiting for the right moment.

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Monday, November 10, 2008

Mice problems

Since moving back to Birmingham a couple of months ago we’ve been re-introduced to a problem everyone is having in the area. Mice!

Just can’t get rid of the little buggers, I’ve set traps all over the house now and caught 3 in the last week but they still keep coming for more. The worst thing is when you go out for a whole day only to comeback and see there droppings all over the flipping place, it’s disgusting. I am seriously considering getting a cat here to keep them in check.

I checked google and the local council website for Birmingham to see if anyone is doing anything about this and not to my surprise it doesn’t even seem to be acknowledged – just swept under the carpet.

Maybe I should catch a couple and release them in the council offices after all seeing believing.

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Friday, November 07, 2008

Graduate Fair

I put myself up to help my current employer (an IT services company) by attending an IT – Engineering graduate recruitment fair in Warwick. As an ex-graduate myself boy was it fun sitting on the other side of the fence, seeing things from an employer’s perspective – Its not that long ago that I was loooking for me first job.

It was weird because most graduates enquiring were more interested in a senior/managerial role right away. Hellloooo??? What happened to working your way up, mate? It was bloody frustrating explaining to some of the ignorant scruffy looking gits that you have to get some experience behind you. It’s as if it’s their God-given right to walk into a high position. Now I know Warwick is a good university and all but damn give us working people a break.

Anyways got that of my chest.

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