#79 ~ Another Holiday

Because we needed one more. 

So, how many people confused King's Speech with THE King's Speech yesterday here in Saudi Arabia, eh? I loved the confusion on Twitter and Facebook.

"Hey, what did you think of the King's Speech?"
"It was meh. I mean, it was alright, but I didn't think it deserved an Oscar. You know?"
"Oscar? I dunno, some people thought it was good. It's a good change. Not ideal, but not bad."

Anyway, on with the blogging.

Dear Future Me*,

Today, we were at Kobol, a cafe in Khalediyah where we frequent to play our BSG games and to generally troll the patrons. We like to go there even though this one waiter we like to call Sourface has, interestingly enough, a sourface on ALL THE TIME. It's like he hates his job. Or us. He punctuates and/or prepends his sentences with "Tsk" all the fucking time. And because we fear waiters, we sit there and quietly take this abuse of power from him. We go there anyway because it's close to everyone, and they very rarely shush us.

I've started to avoid Pepsi and all manners of softdrinks and soda pops in an effort to aid my hard work at the gym. The thing is, to be healthy, one would actually have to spend more. For instance, a can of soda might cost you SR 5, while a glass of stupid juice is SR 17. However, as Didi pointed out, a gym membership in Jeddah might cost you somewhere between 4,000 to 100 million dollars, depending on how you look at it. So in the long run, SOMEHOW, somewhere in there, Didi had a point about saving money and some shit. I just don't remember what it was.

The point is, Future Me, I'm telling you this just in case when you are reading back on your previous blog posts as you are wont to do, even though you might not admit it, and you have gone back to that filthy habit of Pepsi-all-day, you will remember why. (Wha-?)

Shit We Drink

Also, you might remember one of your old friends Squeek. The one who breaks out into that song "Daddy would you like some sausage" at exactly the moment you do. If you're reading this way into the future, and you're trying to remember why you were ever good friends with him, that is the reason why. Just saying.


Also, if you're reading this from the future and you're not friends with him anymore, it's probably because he didn't show up on time. AGAIN. SQUEEK.

Love,

Old Me

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* I will be starting a series of "Dear Future Me" letters, addressed to myself in the future, because that's what a blog is - a time capsule. It's like travelling through time, except not really. For more information, watch Doctor Who. Also, I stole the idea from How I Met Your Mother.

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  1. i simply <3 "Dear Future Me" letters! I think I MAY do a few myself! ;)

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  2. LOL <3 Sadly, they don't work as well as I thought they would. Hmm.

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