Last weekend was the London Balloon festival at Harris Park. It was a great festival with a carnival and rides. Everything was fun and balloon related. I forgot to post the pics so I went through them and selected a few to post.

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I decided to have a dinner party for a bunch of girls I know. They are Arabs by the way. About 8 or 10 of them. They are all from various Arabic countries. So mom and I cooked and slaved over various foods. We eat mostly Lebanese / Palestinian food. Quite tasty I might add. From appetizers to desserts. I had the whole thing planned and confirmed it many times with the girls of the date and place. It was all set with a huge table that is made to feed 20! I like to spoil my guests with delicious food.

One girl was the tough one and at the time she was engaged. All she did was blab about her engagement and the dresses and her shopping non stop. It was normal. It was the “spotlight” conversation you know between girls. Another girl was Egyptian and didn’t know a lot of the food we ate and she was almost disgusted by how we can eat “kibbi neyeh” (raw beef appetizer dish). The other girls don’t like to eat much and were watching their diet.

Another girl and her two sisters were to come. But as Arabs, they decided they had to go home first. The dinner was 6, and they decided to go home at 5:30 after school first to get ready. Their classes were done in the morning, but they stayed at the university sitting around talking to guys and chatting. They called around 6:30 saying they can’t come because it is too late to get them selves ready and at my house. So they bailed out.

The table was filled with food. It was filled with food after we were done eating as well. I mean, no one has touched the food.

After we finished dinner, they decided to sit around and talk. Thirty minutes into the conversation, the girl who was engaged at the time said, let’s go to the mall. I really want to see that dress. Since I live 8 min walking from the mall, they all decided to just get up and leave to go shopping at 7:45 pm. (mall closes at 9:30 pm)

The dinner party was over.

This was a story that happened to me when I was 20. After that, I quit having dinner parties because why should I spend the time and effort for people who won’t appreciate it?

The reason I wrote this post and remembered this event because my friend who lives in another city had a party planned out for today. She even called me to tell me the menu she was cooking and making it all elegant and gourmet like. So she was slaving in the kitchen cooking gourmet food all by her self for her friends from work. They are not Arabs by the way. (So I am not trying to stereotype a group of people.) Her girl gathering at her house was supposed to be at 8:00 pm. She calls me at 7:30 pm with a low voice almost crying and saying, “they all bailed out. They called, one after the other saying they won’t come. Just my luck after all these hours cooking.”

I told her, “no big deal, now you have lots of food for the weekend.”

Later, around 8:15 pm she calls again. (45 minutes ago).

She said, “I am on the highway going over to the girl’s place because they couldn’t get a ride to my place, because the girl who was supposed to drive them bailed. So I am driving to their place and bringing food with me. However, I barely can do anything fun, I had to find quarters in the house that mom has stashed to just fill up gas. I have no money.”

I said, “what?” Why you bringing them food? They cannot come to your place, you have no money to barely drive around to work, and you bringing them food? I just don’t understand you at all!”

She tried to say something more witty to refute my point and said, “but I want to go out and have fun. It’s Friday. I want to do something fun!”

I said, “I don’t understand you, how can you have fun this way when you are the one doing all the work!”

She said, “you just don’t understand me. You really don’t!”

I said, “nop, I can’t!”

She said, “well I gotta go. I am driving!”

And we ended it there and thought of what people in this life would do just to have “fun!” At what cost does it take for a person to have “fun!”

Shoot me now! I am sick of the way people act now a days.. I need some sleep. Or just a vacation from people!

Random Thoughts, They said what?

I will begin with telling the story of me. Back when I was a kid, my parents were well off. We were as people would classify us as “rich”. My dad had two jobs and my mom worked too. So three incomes and they still had time for us. Crazy eh? Anyways, when we were little, my dad spoiled us silly. He bought us whatever we wanted, pretty much toys, and computer games and Atari. You know, vintage stuff from the 80’s. So life changed however after the gulf war and we moved to North America. Life became tougher, and we were not as spoiled as before. However, we were still well off because my parents saved for all those years. So we moved to Canada, and my dad had a stable job for about 2.5 years. My older brother got free education. As in no student loans. My dad paid for his first degree, and he kept paying for him and spoiled him silly. Only boy in the family you know.

Then life changed, and my dad was off and on with work. Even spent 14 consecutive months without work! Life in Canada is pretty tough. So I grew up not expecting much. Taking student loans and working. Learning to earn my money and not depend on other people.

My mom only gave me one good advice in life. She said, “you have to learn to save money and NEVER depend on any human! Even your own brother! Everyone should look out for them selves.”

That was my life.. I learned to not expect anything anymore and work for my money. It made me feel good. No one questioned what I bought and what I did with my money, and I never asked for money ever again.

My brother however learned that things can just came to him. After he was done with his second degree he sat at home for one year. He was too lazy and just didn’t want “any” job. He was used to being spoiled. So everything, even work should come to him. Like he is used to having in the past. When you have a dad that didn’t work, a mom who didn’t either (language barrier, she doesn’t know English 100% fluently), and a lazy brother, then things became interesting. As in anger management was non existent. Once you are used to one lifestyle, then going down to zero is not very pleasant.

So that’s my family’s story.. but things changed, and we are a lot better off now than before.

So what about those kids that are spoiled all the way up to university or college? Their parents who worked their life to get to the top, earned their way and wanted their kids to have a good life? Now the kids are supposed to experience the same things, work their way and learn to earn their money and work their way up too. Right?

Wrong..

So you are 22 or 23.. Just got out of University and couldn’t really find a job. Yet, you are used to your parents spoiling you and giving you what you wanted. You had the car, the bags, the shoes, and the clothes that no average person has. All posh like and of high class. Your parents have some patience with you. They wait a few months of your laziness. Even accept the fact you got your self a nice part time job until you get a decent one to begin your life. They wait, and you are lazy. Now they are fed up. They do what you didn’t expect them to do. They take the credit cards, the allowance, and tell you, “you need to move out and learn to accept responsibility!” A shock on your face. What will you do now?

Your parents spoiled you all these years, and then giving you the boot. Are they fair? Was it a bad decision? Hell no! That’s the best way for you to get off your ass and learn how to earn your own money and see how your parents lived the early years of their life! Learn dammit! Learn to work for your self and save money!

Unfortunately, some of you probably will never learn.

So here is a true story that happened not too long ago. A person I know, a girl by the way, decided to go on a trip. Her parents are well off, but they don’t spoil her much anymore. She is in her mid 20’s and has a sort of part time job. She decides to go on a trip to another city to have fun time and has it all planned out. Her parents however think she is on a business trip or something of that nature. That’s what she told them. So she is to meet a “friend” at the airport. Stay at the friend’s place. Expecting the friend to buy her food and everything. She just had to pay for the plane ticket. She is not that close with this “friend.” But wanted an excuse to travel and have fun. Remember, this is without her parent’s knowledge. They think she is somewhere else and she works and has money for emergencies if anything happened. She does work right?

She arrives at this city’s airport and this “friend” is not there. This friend sends an SMS after she got mad that this friend is not there and tells her to go to the mall near the airport and wait. This friend is running late.

Understandable…………….. Maybe……

She had to take a cab to the mall with the little money she had. She waits, nothing. 3, 4, 5 hours passed. Nothing. No show. This friend stopped replying to her SMS and calls.

She was stuck. No money, no place to stay.

Yes no money.. didn’t I mention that before? She is always broke because she is a shopaholic who only buys expensive things and never has any savings or emergency money. Even the credit card is maxed out.

So where does she go? Back to the airport. No flight back home that day. Has to wait and if she wants to change the ticket to earlier time (next flight out), she had to pay $600 dollars. Although it only cost her ~$400 to get there and back. So what to do?

She is stuck in the airport, no place to go, wearing expensive clothes, carrying a large real Channel bag and a Gucci bag in her suitcase. She was carrying $2000 – $3000 worths of clothes and accessories and no money for a hotel or even a motel. Walking around aimlessly in the airport trying to call this “friend.” Nothing.

In the early AM hours she kept calling and nothing. Sat in the airport looking like she was lost and crying. No place to stay and sleep. She was desperate and called a guy she knows and asked him for some money for a motel. He couldn’t resist, and who knows, probably expects something in return in the future, and sent her the money direct to her bank account. She finally had a place to stay. But at what cost?

She got it all, she dressed the part, but she could not even manage a place to stay.

The funny part she didn’t know how to get her car out of the airport garage when she got back. She barely had enough for that on her credit card.

She was thinking that this friend died or something.. she even tried calling hospitals in that city.. nothing.

When she got back home, as a last resort to understand what happened, she tried to call this “friend” using a blocked private number. This friend replied, but she was too much in shock to answer back and hung up.

Funny eh?

What about those kids who are so used to the lifestyle of their parents and their childhood that they are out in the real world. They got a decent job, but are used to living the posh life. They want everything to the point that they spend more than they earn. They want this, and that, and get more loans and want to appear rich and live the life they always had. What do you think will happen to them in the next 5 – 10 years of this lifestyle?

In conclusion, you were never really rich. Your parents are. You are not. So live with it and grow up!

Random Thoughts, Ranting as usual!, Whatever!

Today was fun.. sort of.. I will go back to the past 2 – 3 weeks. My goldfishies at work kept dying, one after another. So I was left last week with one goldfish and a plecko.. You know how devastated I was.. I love my pets, and I do get sad when they die. I think it is because my filter was dead, and I tried cleaning it and fixing it. No use! Anyways, so I was waiting for the rest to die and I can just forget about having a tank at work and clear some space on my table. However, my boss is back this week and today he said to me, “you want more fish?” However, I said “no”.

He then smiled and was all excited and said, “you want a lizard!” I said, “God no! I don’t want to buy crickets and feed them live animals! Especially here at work!” He said, “what about turtles?” I said, “hmmm, why not!!” So he said, “we will go get a turtle!” He just likes to cheer me up cause he noticed I was sad cause of it. So we went to this pet store in east of the city that sold turtles. (not many places I know sell them in London.) Anyways, so first we had to go on a Costco run because my boss wanted to buy some computer stuff. However, the person I can’t stand came along, and I got so irritated from him talking non stop like he knew everything in the world! I was about to scream and just hit something. It’s unbelievable how much I can calm my self down at critical times. At least at work I have headphones and really loud techno music to cover his excessive talking about non-sense and sarcasm all day.

After that we went to the pet store and I got my Mississippi Map Turtle. Weird name eh? Anyways, so I got it, it was 50 bucks! I know it is free in Mississippi. Duh! But I am thinking this is well bread in a pet store. I didn’t want a red eared turtle. I had one before and I found them to be so boring and didn’t move much. This guy I bought is insane! I love it. So I bought some turtle stuff and a heated lamp. I took the plecko out of the tank and I kept the goldfish. The turtle is about 2 inches in length. Which is good. The turtle I had long time ago was as big as a quarter..This guy had a scaly back which I thought was wicked cool.

So I thought for an hour what to name the little guy. Since I am so into reading the Harry Potter series, and I am on the second book now, (yes I am slow! :lol:), I wanted to name it something weird. So I didn’t want to name it a Muggle. I thought about it, but nah. Muggles are humans with no wizardly powers. So I thought more, should I call it Parselmouth, but no, it’s not a snake. Hmm, so I thought, well, if a dumb wizard was born into a wizard family, but couldn’t use magic well, or at all, and turned him self into a turtle forever, then I will call it, Squib! Squibs in H.P. are wizards born into wizarding families but can’t do magic properly or at all! But they are not muggles! :lol: Remember.. it’s not a squid, it’s a Squib! Sorry, you got to read Harry Potter first or watch the movies to know what I am talking about.

By the way, I nick named him Squibby!

So I decided to take a video of it using my crappy cell phone cam. Next time I will use the laptop’s camera. It’s a lot better. So I decided to make a youtube account for my blog, and start putting videos. I will be putting a lot of my turtle! The Squib! I will also make a page for my turtle. I love turtles! More than fish. Hehe.. He will be the new rebellious blogger.. He will share his rebellion by video!

Squibby

I used to have on my blog on the side bar few months ago a daily update of the things I am doing for the day. It was a nuisance because I would have to do it manually by editing the sidebar code. So following some lovely Canadian bloggers from my city, I got introduced to the twitter obsession! I have it on the sidebar under “What am I doing?” I used twitter tools plugin for wordpress. I am trying to get some follow bloggers and friends to join because it is the best and funniest way to stalk one another. There is even a facebook application for it, but I didn’t like it. It will clutter the RSS feed and mine is already cluttered with the junk that I do. :lol:

So I got it up and running now, and I can also update it from my mobile. So if I don’t reply to your emails or comments right away, then you can see where I am.

My twitter account is rebelliousgirl. So let’s twitter together. If you have an account than add me. I am curious to see what everyone is up to!

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