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Still in Bahrain and slightly getting aggravated by the simplest of  things lately. I decided to take this as a sign of me beginning to get bored of the routine of being on holiday. Oh well, I’m in Bahrain for less than two more weeks. No biggy. (although it’s great getting to hang out at home with the family rather than in that cardboard box I call home on the second floor of a beauty salon owned by a member of a psycho cult in Tokyo.)

Down to business - this is the latest of Hasan’s Bahrain:

1. I hung out at the historical ruins in Saar with my father. I doubt many Bahrainis have been there. I took some photos on my crummy digital camera - haven’t posted the pics yet, though, because my own computer is dead.. (cont.)

2. My computer is dead until the dude in the computer in the village of Diraz does something about it.   I walked into this random little computer shop, grabbing my laptop by the ear and throat and through it onto the Filipino guy who works there. This is what I told him.  “My laptop is Japanese. It doesn’t work. Do something. Fix it. Let me know when it’s back to life. Thanks. Sayonara.”   (Yes, I spoke COMPLETELY in run-on sentences. How liberating)

3. I went the FIRST event of 2007’s Sping of Culture event in Bahrain. It was Marcel Khalife (from Lebanon) and Bahrain’s very own Qassim Haddad presenting the “MAJNOON LAYLA PROJECT” - which was super. Sadly, too super for the Bahraini audience whose majority forgot to switch off their cellphones and leave their crying babies at home. The whole event was about poetry, music, dance and painting. It was the complete artistic experience. The most eye-popping thing (literally) was the REALLLLLY risky dancing. (Then again, how can only the arguably the greatest love story in history to be portrayed through dance?)  I was expecting that the longbeards in Bahrain would - in this morning’s newspapers and today’s Friday prayers - denouncing this and use whatever nonsense they can stir up to strangle art and expression in Bahrain. (Even though this event happens only ONCE a year). My fingers are crossed that they (the longbeards) keep their mouths shut about this. Indefinitely.

4. My sister, A., decided to get one of those fluffy dogs without the consent of everyone else who lives in the same house. My other sister, M., was in on this evil plot, as well. For this, I was cross for a while. They called me “Animal Hater” when I was against us having one of those designer dogs in our house. They didn’t pay heed to me - their innocent older brother. The dog was named something like BAI-SHU (which they claimed to mean SWEET POTATO in Chinese - SILLY name for a dog if you ask me). Anyways - the dog - FINALLY - DISAPPEARED. The front gate was open - it ran out. Simple runaway dog story.     All I have to say about this is, “For the love of freedom of animals  RUN BAISHUUUU RUN!!! Don’t let my evil sisters fool you into thinking that you are happy in our garden. Don’t be a designer dog. Let the beast within run freeeeeee!!!”