I've been thinking...and I think that...some things should be saved. Not for everyone..but some things should be saved for..for our close ones. You dont have to give everything of you to everyone..but you always do; I always do. And because you...because you give so much, people take it. Sometimes in the wrong way I guess...they take too much. I feel like...you lose a little bit of respect too. If you look at the world..and lets be honest, if you look at the world and if you look at the people that are "doing well" in your terms - in my terms: you find them to be very...you find them to know how to be quiet.
I guess they save a little bit of something for everybody...they always know when to share, when to give the knowledge they have and when to keep it to themselves. I think for a man...and a woman too actually, now that I think about it, it's important. Some of us; the best of us...are good with not partaking everything they are, from themselves. I want to save a lot of things that I share with my close ones for my close ones. I like giving things...like little bits of technology or something new that i wrote maybe, and I guess that even if you look at this blog that im writing I'm just speaking to somebody there; out there among who ever is reading. I guess my close ones are reading. My close friends...maybe some family, and all the kinds of people who agree with my movement that think on a similar wave length. On this wave that we think on, right? So I guess these are the people that I can find to hear out my thoughts, to read them.
Even if you can meet ten new people a day literally - which is a lot by the way: my workplace is so dynamic, and it allows me to meet ten people a day; which is not easy my friends. And even if you meet ten new people a day...that's only 300 a month. That's 3600 people a year, out of 7 billion people. That's NOTHING. For an average guy, moving at an average speed in life, is that enough? It's nothing..absolutely nothing because "the average human" (by today's standards) will only meet and get to know 100,000 people in his/her lifetime. That's just average...how many new people do YOU meet per day? Some of you reading might even meet thousands...fuck, who knows. But some of us aren't..I mean think about that figure "100,000". So you're telling me that I'll only meet 36,000 people in 10 years? It will take us 30 years to meet around 100,000 people? Think about this figure...and when you're young you don't even know what's going on..so what does that tell you?
To my few readers: It's hard to...to FIND YOU PEOPLE (haha). It's unfortunate that this has to be done in writing...because writing can be so emotionally filled but at the same time can be so dry of... character; so dry of charisma. Never thought about it like that...hmm. Anyway getting back to the point: some people just..when you find them, if you find them, if you are lucky enough to find them - hold on to them and save treasures for them. As we sit and think about this together, I guess we can now realize how it's so hard to meet people anymore can't we? No WONDER we'll only get to meet 100,000 people in 30 years, damn. So If you find those people, that person..who ever they may be, save some things to share with them. If you can see what I see in my mind sometimes, you would see that saving things to give already is and will become more of a valuable commodity in the future. If you look around and see how things are moving now and you know what I mean by things: the way everything is moving now in social media.. Facebook, mySpace..let me tell you guys something about mySpace: if it would be a country, it would be the worlds 5th largest country by means of population. IMAGINE. Facebook: over 500 million members..and we have PRIVACY issues people...we have PRIVACY ISSUES. Imagine that. If Facebook had no security..we would live in a different world..but even security exists for some reason doesn't it?
Uh..I don't even know how we came this far. I apologize for the thoughts of a wandering mind..I can't even think about how you are even following along right now. In coming back to the point..save your thoughts, for the ones you love. Save them and give them throughout their life with you..and they will have some things saved to share with you as well. Because giving everything you are to everybody, leaves you with nothing. Either that or you amass enough things to share, so many things to give that giving would never affect you. Give, give and give.
I hope to go through a way in life where I can give everyone around me so much..SO much that I would never need to save: because everybody else would give back SO much, that I would never worry about spending it.
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ray
Sunday, 12 December 2010
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
About QATAR
So, Qatar has won the FIFA World Cup 2022 bid. Congratulations.
DAY 1: Have just landed, for the first time in Doha. Airport is tiny. That's going to change though...the people coming out of the planes and airport don't seem to be the same as everywhere else...they seem to be...a bit different. More working class than middle. In fact, mostly all I see around me is working class people, which would be out of place anywhere else, but I quickly realized that this is a very quickly developing country. Hence, there will be a lot of labour supply, a lot of manpower for construction. Also, looking out into the streets, I can see that Doha is still backward; still very young, depending on how you look at it. Some would say this place was in fact very old. There isn't much greenery either, but then again this place was built in a desert.
On the way to the hotel room, in a shiny black hummer (don't ask), I saw that Doha mostly consisted of small buildings most of them not more than 2-4 floors high. Old buildings, many of them coming apart at the seams and beams. Dust in the air, small streets and many alleys gave me the impression of something out of an old Ali Baba cartoon. Hustle bustle, stalls on the streets selling many kinds of things. Even a little shoe-repair hut of which I took a picture. Many little sheds with corrugated metal sheets for walls, and the same for the ceiling as well. It was warm, at least a bit more than Dubai where I flew from. Then I noticed something else. The driving here was insane. Like any small, under-developed city the rules weren't followed as well as they are supposed to (I later found out that the traffic violation fines are among some of the heaviest in the world, it's surprising that people are not terrified!).
It all seemed so...drab. Stopping at a convenience store, I compared prices of small things with home where it is a bit expensive, and found the same price range. Some things were even more expensive. Doha seemed to have not spent as much in their infrastructure development as they should have, and with the gargantuous proportion of the world's natural gas under the earth here it's a shame that they haven't leaped and bounded. But I could see that some of the people struggle, with things costing so much and assuming salaries were quite low. On reaching the hotel, we instantly cringed. It was another 4 floor building that looked like it was going to almost crumble, and a very shabby restaurant that temporarily food-poisoned me (more on that later). We took one look at the room and walked out, the carpets emitted among some of the most pungent aromas I have come across this side of the gulf. We quickly scrambled out of there, looking frantically for another hotel. The "Millenium" where the group I was with had stayed on their last trip was booked full, so we had to do with another place called the "Royal Qatar". I won't mention the name of the first place since it's not my right to ruin any of their future business..."THE QATAR PALACE HOTEL DON'T EVER STAY THERE".
So we got to the next hotel, and it was decent. Good rooms, gym and what-not..we checked in, got changed and walked over to the first hotel with the restaurant in it. 20 minutes later I was poisoned, and maintained a heavy fever through the rest of the day. Right after we ate, we were off to the industrial area "Sana'iya". As we drove towards it, the driving was getting worse and worse...I even saw a truck try to do a cartwheel, and another one tried to do a back-flip or something...unbelievable. Finished off there when it got dark: in Doha it gets dark by 5:30 - 6pm. As we headed back to the hotel, I was struggling to keep awake..with the fever and the lack of sleep...it was difficult. Woke up about 20 minutes later outside the hotel, and went straight to the bed for an hour's nap. We were attending dinner with another family who lived in Doha, and I was nervous. Took a shower..tried to fix my hair to no avail and met with the family in our hotel lobby. At the dinner, it was a nice restaurant. The food was great and we were surrounded by good people. My fever was going nuts though, and I had to get up twice to wash my face with cold water so I wouldn't pass out at the table. Went home and crashed. So DAY 1 was kinda boring most the way through, and I felt that Doha was....lame.
DAY 2
As I woke up, got dressed and went to breakfast..I felt I had to go out to the street one more time, and take a look around. I did so, and once on the street took a full 360 degree turn. About half-way through, something hit me like a fist to the head..."New Doha". I was instantly mesmerized..I couldn't believe that I had missed this. It was like some kind of technologically advanced oasis in the middle of the desert...like something I had never seen before. In the distance I could see towers..skyscrapers like I have never seen almost anywhere else in the world. I could not understand the vast divide..the sheer development gap between where I was standing and what I was looking at in the distance...a place called "West Bay" (or "East Bay", I forget). I could seriously not believe my eyes.
I went to a couple of meetings, all in old Doha. There is more activity here I guess, in the circle that I'm involved with for now. The whole time, I could not get my mind off of what I had seen, and I asked my partner's son to take me for a drive over to that side. He was waiting for it, as he could tell that I wanted to go. As we drove over, I almost went into shock. The amount of technology...the class of architecture..the imagination of some of these designers and the open-mindedness of the contractors to bend all the laws of physics...it was staggering. I took over 50 pictures of just that little bay, and they were not enough. They were building at the speed of lightning, and the potential here was absolutely unbelievable. The amount of business development and expansion I could do here; I couldn't even calculate it. I mean I was literally speechless..I could finally see what Doha was doing all this time, and what they plan to do. For the 2022 Fifa World Cup, they plan to raise 275 new skyscrapers and pump close to US $75 Billion into the city by way of infrastructure, development, landscaping and real-estate. For any of those of you reading this who are in the construction field, I hope your mind is reeling from this information...because you understand. Driving around this dream-place, this marvel of modern technological capability was mind-numbing. I was in love - I decided I would take millions from this place, this city.
Went to a great lunch, then to another meeting. Tried to fix my hair-do AGAIN with no luck, and then went to Villagio Mall out near where the previous "Asian Games" were held, which Doha also won a bid for. Great mall, with a little river thingy running through it where you could ride in a gondola around the mall. Imagine. Met with someone there, sat together for a while. We spoke of many things, about Doha, about the world. About dreams and ambitions, family and friends. Of roller-coasters and roses, good food and shopping..had a lot of fun. Took a picture with an empty coffee-cup (don't ASK), then left towards the airport. I will post all the good pictures of the city and the bay along with the construction on my "Facebook" profile, if you just click the picture above it will take you to my page. Check back in a couple days for the Qatar album, which will be made public.
This was eye-opening. World, as you read this...go to Doha, QATAR. There is potential, and there are millions here. For the ones who think that a million is too much, wake up. People spend that on a phone these days. Come here to Doha, set-up and work hard. There is still a boom coming, a wave: and you will see me there with my surfboard riding it all the way to shore.
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ray
DAY 1: Have just landed, for the first time in Doha. Airport is tiny. That's going to change though...the people coming out of the planes and airport don't seem to be the same as everywhere else...they seem to be...a bit different. More working class than middle. In fact, mostly all I see around me is working class people, which would be out of place anywhere else, but I quickly realized that this is a very quickly developing country. Hence, there will be a lot of labour supply, a lot of manpower for construction. Also, looking out into the streets, I can see that Doha is still backward; still very young, depending on how you look at it. Some would say this place was in fact very old. There isn't much greenery either, but then again this place was built in a desert.
On the way to the hotel room, in a shiny black hummer (don't ask), I saw that Doha mostly consisted of small buildings most of them not more than 2-4 floors high. Old buildings, many of them coming apart at the seams and beams. Dust in the air, small streets and many alleys gave me the impression of something out of an old Ali Baba cartoon. Hustle bustle, stalls on the streets selling many kinds of things. Even a little shoe-repair hut of which I took a picture. Many little sheds with corrugated metal sheets for walls, and the same for the ceiling as well. It was warm, at least a bit more than Dubai where I flew from. Then I noticed something else. The driving here was insane. Like any small, under-developed city the rules weren't followed as well as they are supposed to (I later found out that the traffic violation fines are among some of the heaviest in the world, it's surprising that people are not terrified!).
It all seemed so...drab. Stopping at a convenience store, I compared prices of small things with home where it is a bit expensive, and found the same price range. Some things were even more expensive. Doha seemed to have not spent as much in their infrastructure development as they should have, and with the gargantuous proportion of the world's natural gas under the earth here it's a shame that they haven't leaped and bounded. But I could see that some of the people struggle, with things costing so much and assuming salaries were quite low. On reaching the hotel, we instantly cringed. It was another 4 floor building that looked like it was going to almost crumble, and a very shabby restaurant that temporarily food-poisoned me (more on that later). We took one look at the room and walked out, the carpets emitted among some of the most pungent aromas I have come across this side of the gulf. We quickly scrambled out of there, looking frantically for another hotel. The "Millenium" where the group I was with had stayed on their last trip was booked full, so we had to do with another place called the "Royal Qatar". I won't mention the name of the first place since it's not my right to ruin any of their future business..."THE QATAR PALACE HOTEL DON'T EVER STAY THERE".
So we got to the next hotel, and it was decent. Good rooms, gym and what-not..we checked in, got changed and walked over to the first hotel with the restaurant in it. 20 minutes later I was poisoned, and maintained a heavy fever through the rest of the day. Right after we ate, we were off to the industrial area "Sana'iya". As we drove towards it, the driving was getting worse and worse...I even saw a truck try to do a cartwheel, and another one tried to do a back-flip or something...unbelievable. Finished off there when it got dark: in Doha it gets dark by 5:30 - 6pm. As we headed back to the hotel, I was struggling to keep awake..with the fever and the lack of sleep...it was difficult. Woke up about 20 minutes later outside the hotel, and went straight to the bed for an hour's nap. We were attending dinner with another family who lived in Doha, and I was nervous. Took a shower..tried to fix my hair to no avail and met with the family in our hotel lobby. At the dinner, it was a nice restaurant. The food was great and we were surrounded by good people. My fever was going nuts though, and I had to get up twice to wash my face with cold water so I wouldn't pass out at the table. Went home and crashed. So DAY 1 was kinda boring most the way through, and I felt that Doha was....lame.
DAY 2
As I woke up, got dressed and went to breakfast..I felt I had to go out to the street one more time, and take a look around. I did so, and once on the street took a full 360 degree turn. About half-way through, something hit me like a fist to the head..."New Doha". I was instantly mesmerized..I couldn't believe that I had missed this. It was like some kind of technologically advanced oasis in the middle of the desert...like something I had never seen before. In the distance I could see towers..skyscrapers like I have never seen almost anywhere else in the world. I could not understand the vast divide..the sheer development gap between where I was standing and what I was looking at in the distance...a place called "West Bay" (or "East Bay", I forget). I could seriously not believe my eyes.
I went to a couple of meetings, all in old Doha. There is more activity here I guess, in the circle that I'm involved with for now. The whole time, I could not get my mind off of what I had seen, and I asked my partner's son to take me for a drive over to that side. He was waiting for it, as he could tell that I wanted to go. As we drove over, I almost went into shock. The amount of technology...the class of architecture..the imagination of some of these designers and the open-mindedness of the contractors to bend all the laws of physics...it was staggering. I took over 50 pictures of just that little bay, and they were not enough. They were building at the speed of lightning, and the potential here was absolutely unbelievable. The amount of business development and expansion I could do here; I couldn't even calculate it. I mean I was literally speechless..I could finally see what Doha was doing all this time, and what they plan to do. For the 2022 Fifa World Cup, they plan to raise 275 new skyscrapers and pump close to US $75 Billion into the city by way of infrastructure, development, landscaping and real-estate. For any of those of you reading this who are in the construction field, I hope your mind is reeling from this information...because you understand. Driving around this dream-place, this marvel of modern technological capability was mind-numbing. I was in love - I decided I would take millions from this place, this city.
Went to a great lunch, then to another meeting. Tried to fix my hair-do AGAIN with no luck, and then went to Villagio Mall out near where the previous "Asian Games" were held, which Doha also won a bid for. Great mall, with a little river thingy running through it where you could ride in a gondola around the mall. Imagine. Met with someone there, sat together for a while. We spoke of many things, about Doha, about the world. About dreams and ambitions, family and friends. Of roller-coasters and roses, good food and shopping..had a lot of fun. Took a picture with an empty coffee-cup (don't ASK), then left towards the airport. I will post all the good pictures of the city and the bay along with the construction on my "Facebook" profile, if you just click the picture above it will take you to my page. Check back in a couple days for the Qatar album, which will be made public.
This was eye-opening. World, as you read this...go to Doha, QATAR. There is potential, and there are millions here. For the ones who think that a million is too much, wake up. People spend that on a phone these days. Come here to Doha, set-up and work hard. There is still a boom coming, a wave: and you will see me there with my surfboard riding it all the way to shore.
---
ray
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