1 I’m sick of waking up from sleep, getting back from campus, or just leaving my room for whatever reason, only to find someone is gaming on PlayStation, and leaving no time for anyone else to watch any TV. Talk about inconsideration.
2 I’m sick of the fact that every place I want to go to in Riyadh is “for families only.” You made me hate families so much I think I’ll never start one.
3 I’m sick of a sick-minded guy who tried to steal my identity online, and now keeps on sending me freaky emails. Get over it, and then get a life.
4 I’m sick of this long-bearded racist freak in college, who attempts to mock my accent, and apparently purely hates me for the mere fact that I’m Shiite.
5 I’m sick of the dysfunctional train booking system, and that they have recently raised their prices 50%. I asked one of their employees about it and he told me it’s one of the preparations for the expected privatization of the National Railways Organization. I always thought privatization is supposed to offer better services for lower prices. It seems I don’t get capitalism. Silly me.
6 I’m sick of the internet illiteracy at KSU. Ironically, they formed an internet committee last year, and ever since they have been publishing photos of their meetings in the university newspaper every week. What have they accomplished so far? Nothing, really. It is so true: “You want to kill a project? Form a committee.”
7 I’m sick of going to the stadium, just to find myself surrounded by idiots who think a football match is the perfect occasion to show off their dirty dictionary publicly. Those idiots would curse everybody: the referee, the opponents, their own team and players, their fellow supporters, and even themselves.
8 I’m sick of watching movies on computer screens. Am I going to live long enough to watch movies in cinema theaters in this country?
9 I’m sick of people who suddenly decide to cover their faces from me. They put a wall that is unnecessary, irrational, and simply disturbing.
10 I’m sick of the fact that the living room of our apartment is always dirty just because some guy thinks it’s the normal thing for lads to live in a dirty place. I’m sorry, dude, I’m no Mr. Clean but I’d like to find a clear spot to sit on in the so-called living room.