Burj Dubai

I’m writing this on my way back to Kuwait from a weekend trip to Dubai, a place where I used to really love. Well I still do but I do have to complain, or else I wouldn’t be Jasem.

The place seems to be very plastic, very fake, very show offy, the people have never been like this in the past, now … British, American, local, Indian, the lebs literally everyone is trying to show off how big of a pair they’ve got by flashing the cash, it’s getting old and stupid.

Walking into ChinChin the first night, where I went for literally 10 minutes to see an old friend, Hussein all I can hear as I passed the people is them talking of what car they are going to buy and what house they want to live in and what bonus there going to get, it’s nice to be ambitious and to be in a place where drive and motivation is key to survival but it shouldn’t define you a person.

To end my trip, when I checked out I couldn’t resist the watch store in the lobby, one my many vices & expensive hobbies. I was asking the salesmen about a beautiful Yacht Master II and why the price is so much more expensive that it is in Kuwait when a young Lebanese guy walked in, chest in the sky and you could just tell that the guy had an ego it would make P. Diddy’s jealous.

He took off his watch threw it on the counter and said,

“I got this as a gift, it’s a chopard (he pronounced it Choparrrr, being French & all)”

“I want to know how much it’s worth”

…. No commet.