I think the moon has an effect on people, have you seen it? I’ve noticed that whenever it’s a full moon, people tend to be more aggressive and emotional; or maybe it’s just me. This year, we’ve welcomed 2010 with a lunar eclipse, and boy, did people define madness?

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My friends wanted to hang out for the New Year eve, and because of my great love for the human race, I recommended places the farthest from people, but does anyone listen?

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We ended up having dinner in one of Marina Crescent restaurants. Yes, Salmiya – The Hive. During the time I was there I was imagining how nice it would’ve been if I was somewhere alone on the beach looking at the eclipse of a bright full moon while listening to the sea waves, but instead, I was there listening to a thousand voices speak at the same time amid the horde of people. Looking at all these people it made me think, if the Human Evolution is correct, what did apes do wrong to deserve be changed to such savages known as humans?

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Kuwaiti humans were celebrating, but all I saw was chaos.

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Across the table, three girls in nightclub clothes had five guys stuck on them. I’m not exaggerating by using the word “stuck”, they were literally stuck shoulder to shoulder while the guys were pushing their faces toward the girls’ faces “flirting” with the lamest pick up lines I’ve ever heard. A sudden female shriek – a mid twenties year old man pulled the hair of a girl whom he does not know and laughed as he walked away to the opposite side. He pulled a stranger’s hair like a monk pulls the rope of his temple’s bell.

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How nice! Starting the New Year by showing your cruel side. That’s if you have any other sides at all. Like celebrating the national day, celebrating a New Year must include the “I Love Kuwait” ritual, which is to make garbage cans look clean compared to Kuwait’s streets. O’ good citizens and loyal patriots, It’s your own country, have you got no hearts!?

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Amidst that dark forest under a darker sky and surrounded by the darkest night of an eclipsed moon, I tried to look among the grins for teeth but all I found were fangs. I couldn’t take it any longer, so I told my friends to stay if they want but I’m leaving. I left as I passed by a fight between morons who had no reason to fight but to make the most ridiculous one like “Why did you steal my imaginary lollipop?”, while the policemen were too busy to get involved because they were stopping young women to give them love tickets.

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I tried to get back to my sanctuary (read: my house) as fast as I could but The Ricky Martins had stopped the whole traffic just to stand in the middle of the road and dance like monkeys on drugs, as if the streets were turned to a stage of the Kuwait’s Got Retards talent show.

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As I lay on my bed when I reached home, I heard an impulsive sound of fireworks. I turned my face towards the window and the sky was flashing with colorful explosions. I knew then that the clock dinged midnight; I knew that another year had passed as fast as these fireworks shine and fade, and I knew that people are still the same.

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P.S: When the reflection of men mirrors beasts.

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