I decided today while I am slouching on my computer desk to search in blogs or sites that have anything to do with Arab love stories. (Don’t ask me why. I think when I am sick I loose a few brain cells here and there.) So I searched and searched, and nothing. All I got were Arab or Muslim dating sites. That was it. The whole entire internet, and that’s the only thing I found? I found it strange. Then I decided that I don’t talk much about Arab issues and someone out there has to address it. I volunteered.

So Arabs don’t discuss love at all? It is forbidden? Are Arabs so secretive? Or is it a blasphmey to even discuss it?

You know what the problem is with Arabs and love? The problem is that they don’t know how to love someone before they get married to them. They don’t or not allowed to talk to the opposite gender. They don’t interact with the opposite gender, and their inner feelings are always hidden and they never speak out. Not only that, Arab men tend to be rough and they grow up, especially in their 20′s to not be able to interact with females at all. They are rough and just treat girls like crap, but in reality, they are still children and just acting like school aged kids around girls because they don’t know how to act or talk with them around!

Then you have Arabs who actually like a girl, and then they decide they don’t want to do anything wrong before they end up together and discuss it with their families. What do the parents say? No. Simple as that. After all that love, nothing. Why is it always the parent’s final say in the marriage of two people who are in love? Why do Arabs have to find something wrong with the person their son/daughter want to get married to? So what happens next? Utter ever lasting heart brake. Arab males and females are always heart broken at least once in their lives. Some choose to continue on with their lives, and others fall into the trap of arranged marriages and think it is the logical solution. If the parents agree, then life for them will be blissful. Hmm. No?

Arabs seriously need to learn that love is not 3eeb (wrong/forbidden.) There is nothing wrong with two people being in love and sharing a love story. Two people choose each other, no one has the right to do that for them. As long as they are not exceeding any boundaries, then I don’t understand what is wrong with the whole Arab love thing.

Here is a message for all Arabs out there. LOVE SOMEONE! Tell them now that you love them! If you want to get married, GET TO KNOW the person you want to live the rest of your life with. Asking for a hand in marriage is not love. It’s a final decision you should be making, and not the only solution to your stupid shyness and having your parents as your spokes men because you are too chicken to tell someone you love them!

You know how many times I heard the phrase, “you can learn to love your husband after you get married.” Learn to love? Who the hell learns to love someone?

Arabs wake up! Love is not wrong!

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I just woke up from a horrible mid day sleep. I seldom sleep during the day, but the headache was too much. I checked my blog email and I got this one lady from Toronto emailing saying she would like to have a Radio interview with me this week about being a first generation Canadian. I thought why not. This should be a highlight to my week and to be broadcasted and heard by over 2 or 3 million people.

So the interview is on Wednesday at 8:30 am for me, and it will be broadcasted twice a day. I am not sure about the details, but I will get a copy of the conversation because I can’t listen to radio stations 200km from where I live. So I will put a copy of the interview on my blog as soon as possible.

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As we grow older, our bodies start to break down. This morning, I forced my self to get out of bed and just go to the gym. I had to go, I felt weak and I needed to do some activity other than walking. My head was killing me and I refused to eat breakfast. So as I got there, 10 minutes in and my legs started hurting very badly. I felt my lower leg and feet are about to break off. I don’t know why, the pain was too much. So I paused a bit, but I couldn’t really stop in the middle of class in front of other people. I was really feeling like just falling on the ground and crying from the pain.

After that I just kept pushing on my legs and stretching my calves to the max. The pain eventually subsided. I just kept thinking of other more important things in my life other than physical pain.

I then decided to walk home instead of getting a ride. I had to go inside the mall and buy a few things anyways, and I just decided it would be better if my feet get accustomed to more rigorous movements.

Nop.

Never walk outside and give your gloves and hat to your sister. Nop. Let her suffer!

As I got home, I decided to sit down and relax. I then felt my throat really hurting me and my body fully aching from the pain. So I went through another fun and exciting coughing phase. The non stop one with 10 seconds intervals! GREAT! It was really a cherry on top of an awful morning!

I am still coughing. It won’t stop. I am just trying to drink water now, and I will go make some tea. My head is also killing me. I hope I don’t get the flue or anything stupid like that. I am just tired of being emotionally sick all the time, physical pain will not make me a pleasure to be around with.

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Don’t you think that at times we know too much about someone or something? It drives us nutz at times. All that knowledge, and it makes us wonder why people act the way they do. It is not a secret we are trying to hold for them. Not at all. It is more of a behavior problem we notice with others but we can’t do anything about it at all. It may cause that person’s downfall in the future, and we just sit there and watch. So how do we prevent others from acting stupid at times without actually telling them that directly?

Hmm. Any suggestions?

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I am an RSS active reader, and I have netvibes as my custom page on my browser. I have a collection of RSS feeds from blogs that I like to read and I comment on most. I even follow bloggers who hate my guts, but I like to read their blogs. I don’t hate anyone, because how can I hate people I never met? The writing style is what attracts me to a person’s blog.

Anyways, I was reading some blogs, and I was commenting. Then my mom comes in my room and looks at what I am doing. I was obviously filling up a form to comment on someone’s blog and she says with a big grin, “Are you filling out a resume?”

I looked back at her and I said, “aah no. I am just reading sites.”

She said, “oh.. why not?”

I said, “why what?”

She said, “Why not fill out a resume and look for work?”

I said, “aah.. I am reading and watching TV. I don’t have time.”

I sat there thinking, my family has no idea that I have been looking for work or just semi-actively looking for different opportunities. They have no idea that this is my last year working at the same place I have been working for the past 5.5 years. They have no idea that I might loose my job if we don’t get any government funding at all within the next month. They have no idea about anything. Why? Because if I even talk or bring up any negative or problematic thing in my life, then they will make a big deal and sit there worrying constantly and daily and won’t stop bothering me about it. I mean, I have been going crazy and acting like a nut for the past three months. I can’t actively enjoy or do anything in my life with anyone or anything. The worry is killing me, but I don’t want to discuss it or show it. So I just isolate my self in my room and just browse the net.

It is enough I go to work and try to not think about what’s going to happen the next day or if I am still there. So having to worry someone else is not something I want to put up with.

The reason my mom keeps asking me to find another job because she knows I should be at a higher position and being a leader. She is sick of me being a programmer and wants me to dress up and be something really important. I don’t know why, but she keeps saying, “I want you to be the best because I know you can be!” In the end of the day, I think the reason I keep thinking that I should be at a higher position is because my mom keeps nagging to me about it. She is really sick of my job and wants me to do something else. She has been sick of my job for about 2 years now and has been bugging me to find another. Honestly, I have no clue what I can do. I have submitted my resume to over 30 or 40 jobs so far. Nothing.

People who suggested to help with my resume said they would, but nothing. I don’t know what to do. No one wants to help me, and no one wants to hire me. I don’t know. It is really frustrating and it has caused me to become extremely depressed and moody to the point that people can’t even stand being around me anymore. It is also causing me to not sleep at all for 2 or 3 nights in a row. I don’t know what to do anymore. At times I just feel like it is better to just be alone and to have the whole world forget I exist so I don’t have to bother with anyone or anything. Maybe I should live in an igloo up north and become a penguin’s neighbour. They won’t bug me or question what I do or if I have any skills other than hibernate in the cold!

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