Kiss Me I am Arab.

No. This post is not dedicated to the Kiss band, although Gene Simmons will find a copyright violation of me using the word. And no, this post is not about advertising public kissing which I think many Arabs will damn me to hell for publicly using that term. What if I kissed a guy in public? Will they throw stones at me and call me a witch? Oh wait. Wrong era in history and wrong geographical location. You have to excuse me because I am seeing white spots and my brain cells froze while dancing from the excess sugar. Was I awake in history class? How did I get a 100% in that class?

Anyways, I was at the mall like always. I was seriously contemplating to get a second permanent address there. Maybe my own zip code which includes the following combinations of number. 1-9-8-0. So if you want to send me mail here is the address:

Name: Rebellious Arab Girl
Address: 000 The Arab Girl Who Has a Blog
Zipcode: 1980
City: Cybervilla
Country: Canada

Make sure you don’t put your return address. Save the post office the hassle.

So kiss me, I am an Arab is the new phrase. I have been going to the mall and watching TV and I was told that March 17 is St. Patrick’s day. I remember when I first came to these lands back when I was 11 years old. All the memories just SCREAMING back at me. I had no idea why the teacher kept reminding the students, which includes me, to wear green on that day. As a new immigrant and having great tolerant to other cultures teachers from the good old South of US of A; asking questions that are so obvious to the world (their world) was really not a good idea. So I told my parents that I need to buy clothes that are all green. Oh the dilema of finding a full attire that was green! Who wore green pants and sweater? ME! I looked like a large green bean. That’s when I believed that Jack and the bean stock was a true story. I was the large bean stock!

I never knew why we had to wear green. But the celebration was festive, colourful, and GREEN.

As I grew older, the association of St. Patrick’s day and heavy drinking was still confusing. It was like Halloween with candy. Kids definetly had every reason to celebrate.

Then one day, March 17th of some year, I saw a guy wearing a shirt that said, “kiss me I am Irish” with green clovers. I asked a non-Arab friend and they told me then that it was an Irish thing. So I asked, “so everyone celebrates it?” Festive! I thought that every culture should celebrate a day like that and wear a shirt that says, “kiss me I am (fill in appropriate known UN approved nation).”

So I decided that we need a day to wear and celebrate the joys of kissing an Arab and eating a lot of Shawarma and smoking Sheesha. Damn I am clever. Doesn’t everyone do that already? Come and join with me on a March? April? May? Hmm.. I can’t think of a date because asking Arabs from different nations to come up with a final decision is like waiting for Britney Spears to vanish in thin air and leave her magical hair on the ground so I can take it and sell it on E-Bay and retire tomorrow.

Since I am a dictator and totalitarian in nature because I like to make the only and final decision, tomorrow is the official “Araby Day”. Kiss me I am Arab is the theme. I decided that everyone should wear black. Here is a logo I made and a t-shirt your blog can proudly wear.

Link: http://www.rebelliousarabgirl.net/pictures/2008/03/kiss_me_i_am_arab.jpg

Link: http://www.rebelliousarabgirl.net/pictures/2008/03/t-shirt_kiss_me_i_am_arab.jpg

Disclaimer: if you do wear a shirt that says “KISS ME I AM ARAB”, and you decide to go out in public and you get mobed for stating who you are and demanding a kiss, then I Rebellious Arab Girl will take some responsibility due to my semi-evil heart, and full endorse you with a kiss. The type of kiss and location of where it will land will not be explained until the arrival of it. Remember, public kissing is shameful, that’s what everyone says, even your mother.

Blah Blah, Funny, Random Thoughts, Ranting as usual!