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Monthly Archives: February 2013

The Pinnacle of Barbarianism in Kuwait

This is a public service announcement brought to you by the good people over at Q8FootSoldiers.

The world is a strange place. As a race we have achieved the impossible by historic standards, televisions have grown thinner and clearer, telephones have gotten smaller and clearer, in 15 minutes you can undergo LASIK surgery and fix your vision, planes are able to travel faster etc.

And yet, the following is a regular occurrence in the streets of Kuwait:

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Don’t get me wrong, it happens EVERY WHERE around the world, but in Kuwait it is more deplorable as there are trash cans on every corner of the street. Never mind that they are overflowing by midday, however they are there.

To see a driver roll down their window, or even worse, open their car door, to blatantly dump their trash into the middle of the street or in an empty parking lot, is deplorable.

How you carry yourself when you think no one is looking is the true measure of society.

Q8FootSoldiers Gift to Kuwait on National Day!

February 25th shall always be remembered as Kuwait’s National day;  the date of the dissolution of the Anglo-Kuwaiti agreement.

Yesterday, February 25th, 2013, shall be remembered as the day the Q8FootSoldiers ran 25KM in celebration of Kuwait’s National Day!

It started off as a solo goal that spiraled into a three-man operation. I woke up at 10:30am and decided I wanted to go for a run, but not just any run, a monumental run, a run to signify something. It has been almost 3 years since I last was in Kuwait to witness the celebrations of National & Liberation day, and I aimed to witness them first hand. It would be suicide to attempt to drive on the Gulf Road, the epicenter of activity and the most likely road for congregation and fun. So I decided to let my feet carry me towards the festivities, and they nay did disappoint!

Having posted the word on Q8FootSoldiers Facebook page, 3 runners answered the call. One backed out due to the heat, so we were left with 3 (including myself).

The first two, aptly named Ayman & Ayman, met in Hawally at 3:30pm and headed towards Salmiya at roughly 3:45pm. We had no cell phones on us, which would be an integral problem later on in the story.

We realized that all manner of vehicle was bedecked in Kuwaiti flags, and feeling a little left out, we decided to see if we can “procure” any flags. Ask and you shall receive, for as we ran the stretch of the 4th Ring Road between Hawally and Salmiya, a lone flag appeared on the horizon, discarded on the side of the road. We picked it up and carried on forward. It was small, but it fit perfectly on the back of my bandana.

No sooner had we found that one did we come across another one, for the other Ayman! The flags just kept on appearing on the road! We were given many a curious look from pedestrians and drivers alike, but we stayed true to the path and veered off the 4th Ring Road towards the Gulf Road.

As we rounded the Gulf Road, the traffic began to emerge. Subtle at first, but quickly turning into bumper to bumper. Cars were glamoured up in the national colors of Red, White, Green and Black, with people becoming extremely creative as to their attire, from Kuwaiti flag afro’s to giant Kuwait flags draped across cars, as well as other Gulf Countries, most noticeably UAE, Qatar & Saudi Arabia. Along the Gulf road we found the mother load, discarded giant flags of Kuwait! We picked them up without hesitation and fiddled with getting them on properly.

The people were out in full force, and fortunately for us, the foam tradition was completely eradicated, replaced instead with water guns. Fortunately for us, not many people took interest in dousing us with water. Many actually cheered us on!

As we got to Marina Fountain we found our friend Antonio ready and waiting, and we quickly headed back to the Gulf Road for a commemorative run towards the Kuwait Towers, as opposed to our initial idea of running towards Burger King. The Kuwait Towers were the real epicenter of National activity, and for the first and last time in our lives, we would be travelling faster than the cars of the Gulf Road!

I could attempt to describe the beauty of the road, of the decorated cars and people, of the atmosphere of festivity and merriment or show it in a picture, but you had to be there to witness it first hand.

I am feeling generous; behold! (thank you Antonio):

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Heading up towards the Towers, the most noticeable encounter was a man that ran into us at the 6K mark, he asked what we were doing, I answered we were running 25K to celebrate February 25th. He wished us luck as we passed him. We ran into him again at the 9K mark, and he was impressed, even offered us water.

Of course, we did get sprayed a few times, mostly we were caught in the middle between two rivaling water gangs, and sometimes passengers in cars were a bit cheeky, but all in all, it was quite delightful.

We rounded the Kuwait Towers at sundown almost, with enough sun left to take the following pictures to commemorate the occasion:

Remember, all these flags were recovered from the road!

As we were running along the road we saw a cop manhandle a youth by the scruff of his neck for some offence the latter must have committed, the Police were out in full force, both in vehicles and on foot, keeping the peace and ensuring all had fun within the confines of the law. I had picked up a water balloon but failed to get it to detonate on target.

Now at 10K we were in desperate need of water, however, none was to be found. We covered a distance of another 5K before Ayman fell victim to a foot injury. Antonio kept him company.

As I had stated to anyone that would listen what my intentions for the day were, I carried on with the run, hoping to clock 25K. We parted ways at 15.

Along the way, I realized that Esha prayer was almost upon us, and I was in need of praying Maghreb. Fortunately, a mosque came within my view and I veered off towards it. Again, fortunately for me, my ablution was intact since leaving the house, as the mosques had turned off their water in the bathrooms, which served as refueling stations for the masses out in full force with their water guns.

After prayer I got back on the road with a renewed sense of purpose, the distance was being ticked off and I was slowly inching towards my goal. I came across a fellow draped in the Saudi flag that foolishly tugged at the Kuwaiti flag I had draped from my bandana over my back, costing me a few seconds of having to arrange it properly again. I was pelted with water along the way, apparently people’s sense of decency disappeared with the sun, and the rambunctious crowd was eager to squirt the last few remaining drops on anything that moved.

Finally it seemed, I reached the promised land, and came to the parking lot of Marina Mall. Joy and fatigue rained on me, but my quest was far from done, as I still had 5K to cover.

By the 22K mark, I was thirsty beyond reason. I found a water cooler with kids lined up to fill their water guns. I had thought that they would courteously allow me to drink my fill, which would take much less time than them filling their tanks with water. No such luck however, and this was by far the most sour incident of the day. At first the tiny group of midgets squabbled amongst themselves as one asked the other, انت شنو اصلك؟ which translates to what is your origin, to which the other replied “مطيري”, at such a young age of no more than 10 years old, they are already exercising a form of racism. The Mutairi kid obnoxiously stepped in front of me, half my height and almost my same weight he was. All attempts at reason were lost, and I was in no position to wait for the water, so I simply informed the brute I wished to drink. The slur of words that oozed their way out of this child’s mouth were worthy of a slap across his airbag like cheeks, however, equally cold and calculated I simply informed him that when he can run 22K at once, he can have the right to drink water first, before running off into the dark to continue with my quest, the music in my ears blanketing out the sounds of the elephant boy.

I am not proud of what I said to him, yet I feel insulted that children are being raised at such a young age to feel so superior to others. Rule number one is always, always, always respect your elders.

Moving on, the 23K came around the Scientific center, and to ensure I would get the most out of distance, I rounded off at the first gazebo like structure after walking the plank.

My vigor renewed I kept pushing forward towards the finish line, and sure enough, the 25th K was finally done.

My friends and I had separated, and with no phones on any of us, reconnecting was a monumental task that never materialized. We never did meet again. I was left with a very tough question – how to get home? The soles of my feet were already screaming in agony, and I had no pockets on me meaning no cash, no means to get home except the same means that brought me there. So I decided to leg it, once again.

Another group of kids saw me fiddling with the iPod on my shoulder and inquired as to what I was doing, after hearing of my 25K journey, they applauded me and went on their way. A welcome change from my earlier encounter with youth.

The run back home was not an easy one, but I did it. Then I realized, I was a mere 6K away from doing something I had never done before – clocking a distance of 42.2KM in a single day i.e. a full fledged marathon!

Upon getting home, I discovered that this was what my feet were complaining about:

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Despite this, I persevered and added 6K to my daily mileage, finally breaking the marathon barrier.

Totally worth it!

Happy National Day Kuwait – Foot Soldier Style!

@mark248am Blogging Agenda – My Bungy Video Post

There is so much wrong with the blogosphere of Kuwait as of today, one would not know where to start.

How about how all blogs merely regurgitate the same news over and over in hopes of getting a few more “hits” and increasing the pay they get at the end of the month?

Or how about how very few blogs actually post original content, as opposed to jacking vids from Youtube or viral images, again in order to get a few more extra hits per month?

A friend of mine on Facebook recently told me that a video I had posted on Youtube had some how miraculously made its way to 248am. Now yes, it is on Youtube and hence has become public property, free for any to post etc.

Now under any other circumstances, I would be thrilled to have my mug plastered on 248am, especially since I had the foresight to scream out the name of my blog on my video. However two things agitated me about the incident:

1) the lack of professional courtesy when it comes to actually thanking the creator of the video for the video you posted to your website.

2) I had a run in with Mark a few months ago. For those of you that follow MyBloogle you would know of the incident at 360 where my female friend was viciously assaulted by 5 juveniles in the parking lot. What you may not know is that I had asked Mark to write about the issue, to help us find the culprits by requesting anyone with information to use the hashtag #FindThe5 with any form of media they might have taken, videos, pictures etc. since it is a well known fact that in Kuwait people take pictures first, try to help later, as was evident by the brutal stabbing of the Dentist Dr. Jaber in The Avenues Mall.

Mark refused, claimed I was “promoting a hashtag”, whatever the hell that means.

And this is what I do not like about the “big” blogs of Kuwait, they are ok with posting trivial content and bogus posts, regurgitating news etc. but when it comes to actually trying to make a difference, they take a backseat.

This is why I have stopped checking 248am, for a very long time, only coming across it again when my friend told me they had posted my video.

If it were up to me, I’d ask him to remove it, but since its public property, I cannot do that.

This is what is wrong with bloggers today, they are too concerned with trivial matters and disregard focusing on important issues, they no longer post original content and instead just scour the internet for an easy post, since the money rolls in either way, regardless of the effort they put in to writing, which at this point is zero.

And it is for that reason I no longer bother reading “established” blogs, as they are too lazy to provide me with anything worth reading.

MyBloogle brings you the Live Action Bungy Jump Cam! @BungeeKW

Bungy jumping is an amazing thrill. It embodies several traits we all strive to achieve, fearlessness, craziness, reckless behavior etc.

When I found out that Kuwait would be having its very own bungy jumping event, I was ticked off that I would be missing it, however, due to certain events, I was able to have my cake and eat it too, by being able to attend the event. I was lucky enough to score a ticket (even though I was under the impression the event was FREE) prior to the start for 10KD as opposed to the 20KD they were charging on the day of the event.

Now, I had already bungy jumped twice before in Thailand, but that was 4 years ago.

To anyone that thinks it is easy to jump from that distance, I would like to point out that on the day of my jump, there was a reporter from KTV1 that froze at the top, and after wasting 15 minutes of people’s precious time, was lowered down to the ground to walk away. That could be why KTV1 is losing viewership, its reporters are not willing to push the envelope. Heck, just give me a mic and i’ll jump every day! I’m willing to jump out of a plane too.

So, as I geared up for my jump, with friends at the ready to document my leap of faith, a few more people jumped ahead of me. Finally, it was my turn.

As I had tried jumping face first, I wanted to try diving back first, like Nicholas Cage in City of Angels as he fell of the skyscraper to become human. I told the crew below and they helped me out. As we ascended, and only for a millisecond, I wondered whether I was too high above the ground and for a microsecond, I dreaded the jump.

But only for a microsecond.

Then the guy at the top asked me to lean back and tuck my chin in, as you will see in the video coming up.

The result? Euphoric bliss.

I suggest everyone try it, there is nothing quite like the beauty of free fall, and the recoil as the rope tautens and brings you up again, only for gravity to pull you back down.

This was the video my friend shot (thank you Adam!) along with awesome commentary (link):

And these are the stills as captured by my good friend Mr. Cristian Craita:

And finally, this video was captured by yours truly, a live action cam straight from the top, to the bottom, and back up, and back down, you get the picture:

Remember Kuwait Blogosphere, only MyBloogle does the insane to bring you ORIGINAL CONTENT ENTERTAINMENT, from bungy jumping to stand up comedy, and everything in between.

Kuwait – Ready to Bungy?!

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We are almost at that time Kuwait – the first ever Bungy jump in Kuwait, and the deadline has been extended. Today is your last day to join this extravaganza.

All you have to do is head on over to Al Awhad building in Hawally (around the corner from Kuwait International English School in Hawally), take the elevator up to the 4th floor, 3rd office.

However, as previously mentioned, the event is NOT free. There are two packages:

10KD – just jump.

20KD – jump + 10 pics + certificate of bravery.

Call the numbers on the flyer (9400 4335).

You have till 4pm today.

See you there!

I’m ready to jump, are you?

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Running Bucket List – The Wonders of the World Run

Everything in life has purpose. From the bird that chirps in the morning, to the insects that crawl across the branches of surrounding trees.

Goals serve as reminders to find our purpose. The attainment of a goal is in itself a fulfillment of purpose.

Upon a discussion with a friend (she knows who she is), a new purpose began to formulate before my eyes.

A purpose that would tie both my passion and my love of travel together in one neat package. A bucket list of running.

Our world is beautiful, filled with Wonder. What better way to celebrate this beauty than by eloping it with my wonder: running.

The seven wonders were:

These Wonders however were due for an overhaul, as quite a few were no longer standing.

The New list is compromised of the following (thank you Wikipedia):

Wonder Date of construction Location
Great Wall of China Since 7th century BC
China
Petra c. 100 BC Jordan
Christ the Redeemer Opened October 12, 1931 Brazil
Machu Picchu c. AD 1450 Peru
Chichen Itza c. AD 600 Mexico
Colosseum Completed AD 80 Italy
Taj Mahal Completed c. AD 1648 India
Great Pyramid of Giza (Honorary Candidate) Completed c. 2560 BC Egypt

My idea was as follows, to unite passion with technology and wonder, by using GPS software to track a 10K run at each of the New Wonders of the World, starting with their honorary candidate, the Great Pyramids of Giza, which happen to sit in my own backyard.

The result? Take a look:

This quest shall be extended over the period of my natural life, and shall serve as a reminder that goals, no matter how absurd, are achievable, once you set your mind to them.

One down, 7 to go.

Gotta Run em all.

Cairo Runners – Where Passion Unites

It is a thin line that which separates a hobby from a passion. Once a pass-time becomes an obsession, and one continually strives to achieve greater success in its implementation, desiring to become better than themselves, that is when a passion is born.

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February 15th 2013  – twas a Friday like no other, for on this day I witnessed a passion transcend boundaries of geography, culture and age. It was my first run with a group known as the Cairo Runners.

Who are the Cairo Runners?

A group of running enthusiasts that one day decided to merge their enthusiasm for the sport with a message of health and wellness, by organising a weekly run for any and all to attend. Unlike similar events held in Kuwait, these runs were not sponsored by a plethora of companies. It was made solely by the hard work and dedication of the volunteers who take the time out of their weekend Friday’s to stand in the sun on an early morning pointing runners in the right direction.

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15 events in since inception, and scoring a record of 2,000 runners last Friday the 15th, serves a true testament that their message was received loud and clear: Cairo strives to be healthier, and this would be the first step in a series of steps that would prove such.

I heard of the Cairo Runners from my cousin upon arriving in Cairo last Friday, too late to attend their 14th event. I searched for them on Facebook and, lo and behold, they came up! (link)

I waited to hear of their next event, and when it turned out to be in my own back yard, I was quick to tell anyone and everyone I came across that I would be running the long distance run with these people and asking them to join in the fun.

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Given my previous running experience, I had thought I would be a cinch for first place as I was under the impression that, to be honest, Egyptians just didn’t enjoy running. Case in point, when I took part in the RAK 2012 Half Marathon, I was the first Egyptian to cross the finish line at 1hr52mins.

How wrong I was.

Being in Cairo for only 10 days, I had to join this run. I was extremely worried I would not find the meeting point in time. It was very simple, a mere matter of following the men and women dressed in running apparel. And there were plenty.

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Only one of my friends decided to join me and wake up early. The surprises came later when I bumped into a friend from highschool from a far away land whom I had not seen for almost 7 or so years, and another more coincidental, and extremely heart warming, chance meeting in the running sphere.

I am a striving runner in Kuwait, and at almost every event I attended (2 during the year) I ran (pun intended) across the same individual supporting Egypt by donning a t-shirt with a positive message for the Egyptian people. What were the odds that on this very day, 1,500KM away from where I last met him, and 4 months after our last encounter, that we would meet once again, at the starting line of a race?

Passion truly unites Egyptians, far and wide. The passion to be free, to run, to release the pent up energies stored over the course of a week in a constructive, positive way.

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The organisers, God bless them, took off on various modes of transportation, from bikes to vespas and cars, in order to pave the way for the runners to follow.

Unlike Kuwait, where running events are sponsored by the government and a lane is cordoned off by police vehicles to protect the runners, in Cairo, runners take their passion to the streets at their own risk and with the assistance of the volunteers who would signal incoming calls to slow down as runners crossed the streets. Passion prevails.

There were a few hiccups along the road, for example, this is what the run should have looked like:

How the run should have gone

How the run should have gone

However, this is how it actually turned out:

The first 6K separated the men from the boys in terms of the long distance runners. It was also after the 7K mark that things were touch and go, with volunteers scarce and runners confused as to which path to follow.

All in all, the run was truly enjoyable. It was a great feeling to behold the quizzical expressions on peoples faces early on Friday morning, wondering why on earth anyone would choose to run in the streets when they could be at home, sleeping comfortably in their warm, cozy beds. Soon they were even cheering and wondering whether or not you would catch up to the runner in front of you.

Passion prevails.

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The finish line was more of a finish area, with the total run distance measuring an astounding 12K. It is always better to run more rather than less, and it was a nice surprise to discover such.

The Cairo Runners are blazing a trail of healthy living in Cairo, and their message is received loud and clear with open arms as 2,000+ people embraced it on that very day. May they continue to inspire runners to find their passion and run faster and farther than ever before.

Passion prevails.

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Isma’ani Open Mic – The Second Coming

Mark this down in your calendars ladies and gentlemen as Isma’ani once again thrills the senses with the Open Mic Night once more!

Date: 22 March 2012

Facebook Event (link)

Performers must send an email to the following stating their talent:

isma3ni.openmic@gmail.com

In order to attend you must register yourself on the guest list. To do so just click this link

Kuwait’s Got Talent – SERIOUS Talent showcased @ArgeelaBar

It is a well known fact that mankind’s number one fear is death. The second greatest fear is public speaking. If one can overcome the second fear, they become one step closer to living a life without fear.

Last Friday night Kuwait witnessed an event like no other in its history – an open mic night. Normal every day people who believe in themselves enough to brave the stage before a crowd of strangers were each given 5 minute spots to showcase their talents. The venue was Argeela Bar in Salmiya (follow them on Twitter for updates here).

There were rappers, musicians, guitarists, poets and comedians (two – a pro and a first timer – me!)

I arrived at the venue right on time, managing to find myself a sweet parking spot directly in front of the place. My palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy, like a scene out of 8 Mile. I had never done this before, EVER.

My public entertainment career can be summed up in two events:

1) Toastmasters – one time appearance. I cannot recall what I spoke about but, I was standing before a crowd and NOT picturing them in their underwear.

2) My now infamous terrible rendition of Psy’s Gangnam Style dance after the Kuwait Charity Run’s Half Marathon last November. The runner’s world recognizes me, just the other day as I was approaching two strangers to ask them to join my running initiative, one of them asked if I was the Gangnam runner!

So, there I was, walking into Argeela Bar. My first conundrum came when I could not find my name on “the list”, like it was a sign I should not be there. Later I found out I was checking the guest list, and I was there as a performer.

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The venue started filling up quickly

I greeted the host who put this amazing ensemble evening together, the Master (or is it Mistress? I digress) of ceremonies, and by far the funniest woman I ever did meet, Alexis, a.k.a Lexi, freshly arrived in Kuwait and already mixing it up. She was extremely sweet and very supportive, she even gave me the green light to make fun of her in my act (maybe next time!). I was given the 7th spot (lucky number 7), just before intermission.

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The greatest attraction of the evening – Lexi the MC!

As I took a seat I looked around and saw that I was surrounded by guitars, amplifiers and strangers. I was a nervous wreck but everyone around me was cool as a cucumber. I sat at a table with another talent, a poet named Lorenzo, who later would amaze everyone with his deep poetic insight.

I was furiously writing and rewriting my bit, adding new ideas, removing ones that I believed would not get a laugh out of the crowd. I must have seemed quite the nerd sitting there with a paper and pen, with everyone tapping away at their iPads and smart phones.

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me: “I think I’m pretty funny”
The Rock: “IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK!”

People started arriving in throngs, packing the place to capacity.  I surveyed the room to get a feel of the crowd and realized that some of my material would not be understood, so again I took pen to paper and amended the ideas. Fortunately for me, I had a mentor in the crowd. George Tarabay, an established and professional comedian gave me valuable pointers, the best being to put down the pen and paper 5 minutes before my bit. I obliged, only sneaking a quick glance at my sheet every other 5 minutes!

Due to late arrivals, the show was delayed by half an hour, by then everyone had taken a seat and there was quite a crowd standing at the entrance. Lexi took the reins of the show and introduced the first act, a duo of rappers straight out of Kuwait.

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O-Zone & Abstract (in blue) The Dynamic Rapping Duo

It was only at the end of the bit I was struck by the stark (say that 10 times fast, I dare you) realization that the majority of Kuwait’s talent happen to be in their Teenage years! I took a second look around the crowd and realized that quite a few were probably dropped off by their parents. That is an untapped resource of talent that only gets a chance to shine during school talent shows or band battles.

The countdown had begun with the cessation of the first act, I was one performance closer to my own. Fortunately, I had friends in the crowd that soothed my nerves, and promised to laugh out loud no matter what (cheating I know).

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You gals are the best! =”)

A breath of fresh air swept over me when I heard Lexi mention that to many of the performers, this was their first time standing before a live audience. She never failed to admire the courage that the performers demonstrated by standing before a crowd. When you dare to step up before a group of strangers, to step out of your comfort zone, you discover the amazing ability you have within.

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Kuwait Music!!

One woman shined above all others, with a heart provoking poem written for her unborn daughter, which you can read here.

The musicians took center stage and thrilled the crowd with both renditions as well as original pieces. The euphoria of witnessing their bravery was contagious, and pretty soon I was wondering why I ever felt nervous. Then it hit me, music covers the sound of people talking, whereas in my case, I would need to do so with laughter.

No pressure, no pressure.

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The final bit, please ignore the table, I’m not THAT big a nerd, I was merely recycling paper

After what seemed an eternity, my bit had finally come up. Lexi set the mood for me by informing everyone that I was a comedian and not a pro, that this was my first time, and that should I fail to make them laugh that they would not heckle me, and instead just stare at me judgmentally.

No pressure. No pressure.

My first two jokes were greeted by icy silence. People did not see the humor in the moniker of Stand Up Comedy Kuwait (S.U.C.K) nor did they take kindly to me asking the laughers amongst them to tickle the silent ones. Fortunately for me, George took notice of my plight and applauded, which got everyone else applauding, which gave me my second wind.

The result?

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Celebrating with my friends 😀

The most amazing feeling afterward was having strangers come up to you and say, that was good, you really made me laugh. It was invigorating. The best thing about the whole event was that it can only go uphill from here. Once you break that first barrier of fear and uncertainty, everything will fall into place.

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Refused to perform a solo piece lest his friend in the audience accept to be his valentine. Smooth 😉

The rest of the evening was equally incredible. It was truly breathtaking to be made aware of all the musical talent available in Kuwait, from young Romeo’s who wrote ballads for their Valentines (albeit with a hint of inappropriateness given their young age) to Semi-Pro Rockers the likes of Ayle Noah. The singers (such as Bashayer) stole the show with an amazing set of pipes, and I made sure to let them know that.

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Ras, a talented vocalist

Finally, with the last performance of the evening redefining people’s understanding of musical talent, the show drew to a close. Everyone was forever changed by their experience, both performers and audience alike.

These performers were not amateurs, they were enthusiasts. They were not practicing a hobby, they were following a passion. And that is the first step on the road to perfection.

May they all remain steadfast in their journey towards self discovery, and continue to enlighten those around them.

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none can wipe the goofy smirk off my face!

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Lexi in the house!

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