I will begin first with my dentist story. I just came from the dentist cause I got cavities filled. I went in there thinking I had one cavity. Blah blah. He kept drilling. Then I felt he was drilling too much. Half way through the procedure, the dentist tells me, “I am done cleaning the cavities from both teeth. Time for the fillings.”

Two?

TWO!?

Damn, I need to pay attention a bit more of the number of damaged teeth I got.

Back to the main story, so towards the end of the stupid work day, the new idiotic supervisor calls me to go to his office. I was like shit. What the hell does he want? Did he figure out the shit I have been doing behind his back? I mean.. shussh.. nothing… SO … he asked me all these software legal questions and till now he could not understand it. He just couldn’t grasp the problems!

Then, out of the blue he said, “I want you to do something. I got lots of work for you. It is to test your graphics abilities, and if you are as good as people say you are.” Obviously I was appalled. How dare he say that. I will show him! I said, “ok!”

So he told me to make a template for an open source piece of crap page he put together. I laughed in the back of my head. I said, “ok.” He gave me all the hard paper work and wants me to make a nice template. I said, “ok. I will get it done tomorrow.” He laughed and said, “no no. You don’t have to. I am not in a rush and you can’t possibly finish it tomorrow.” I said, “yes I CAN! I will send it to you tomorrow afternoon.”

Doofis. HELLO! All I do is make templates for open source software. Look at this friggen site. It’s a stupid wordpress template that I customized. Hello!!! This is what I get paid for at work! This is what I do for a living, and he dared questioned the time frame that I get such templates done. Peeeshhhhhhh!

Angry, Idiots, They said what?, Whatever!

Dude.. the past 2 weeks all we have been getting is food entrees from my mom’s friends. It’s not like we don’t cook at all in our house. We cook daily, and we cook well! It’s like a competition those women are doing to see who feeds us better. They think we can’t cook or we are bringing take out food every day. I just find it hilarious. One of my mom’s Syrian friends sends us an entire meal. Salad, entree, dessert. My dad keeps saying, what are we going to give back this time? Last time he filled the plates with fruits. LOTS of fruits and desserts.

We just have too much food, and I am obligated to eat it. So far I am categorizing the food from yummy to non-edible.

The ladies bring the food, and say, “this is for Mona!” Not everyone in the house, BUT MONA!

Why can’t it be for dad, or my brother. Why me?

I thank them with all my heart, but seriously MISH MA2TO3EEN! (I don’t know how to translate it from Arabic, but Arabs know what I mean.)

Not only that, they call the house and specifically ask for me. When Arabic ladies talk to me on the phone I hesitate and I forget how to speak Arabic. All I end up saying, Inshallah (In God’s Will). El-7amdulla (Thank God). Shokran (Thank you). They ask me numerous questions such as: are you ok? Do you need anything? Is the food we are sending good? Are you guys eating it all?

And I say repeatedly, na3am na3am na3am (yes). Shokran. El-7amdulla.

In conclusion. I can’t speak Arabic well and I want my mother back. No one beats mom’s Falafel and Grape Leaves!

Funny, Recipes/Food, They said what?, Whatever!

Wanted

I watched the movie Wanted a couple of nights ago and I say it’s fantastically awesome! I seldom watch movies or give an amazing review for a movie. It reminds me of Fight Club, and we all know that Fight Club kicked ass!

The movie Wanted was not only amazing, but about 3 or 4 times during the movie I said, “what… the… fuck…………????????” Now that’s a sign of greatness!!

The best part of this movie was obviously the ending. I definetly want to spoil it for everyone because when someone says, “this is me taking back control of my life. What the fuck have you done lately?” Then they are ACES in my book! Damn that line was amazing. I am going to be using that a lot on my site!

This is a spoiler to the ending! I recommend you watching it!

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Hancock

Now for the movie Hancock that I watched last night. Should I give my utmost honest review? I fell asleep half way through the movie. I don’t know why, but it was boring. It seriously was. I just thought it was a super hero movie, but it turned out dramatic and boring. Then the plot somehow shifted and a new story began in the middle of the movie with his whole other half crap. Do I recommend you watching it? Sure, if you got an hour and a half to spare watching him destroy stuff, then by all means, go watch it. Other than that, boring.

Advice, Blah Blah, They said what?, Video

I was chatting with my best friend Lisa earlier. How I met her 2 years ago through my blog will always be memorable to me as long as I live. She emailed me out of the blue in February of 2006 one evening and told me that she goes to the University where I work and has the same problems as me. It was a meeting by fate. We only met because we have problems. That was really all we had in common.

I met her the next day, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I left work during my lunch brake in that cold February day, and just went to the Library and found her. At that moment I didn’t make any judgments of the type of person she is. I didn’t think of why in the world I am meeting a person off my blog who believed that she had the same problems as me. Was it really fate?

On that day she told me that she shares the same birthday as me, but is a year younger. I was a bit shocked, but thought, no, this is a coincidence. Why her?

Our hour meeting at noon turned out to be a 2 hour meeting. Maybe even more. I don’t remember going back to work before 2. We talked and talked like we have known one another for years and we were just catching up. That bond of loneliness brought us together. Two torn hearts wondering why life turned out the way it did.

Her story is worse that mine in detail, but similar in actions. What did she do and how much did she sacrifice for someone she loved? What did I do and how much I sacrificed as well? It was too much. Far too much.

Then the days passed by. She lived a completely different life than me. We are opposite people in actions, reactions, and life choices. The more I got to know her, the more I was curious of why she was acting the way she did. Is this her type of reaction to loneliness? I felt that she lived two lives that somehow she was forced into. She was forced to be someone else when loneliness hit her more and more.

I didn’t understand it at the time, but I questioned it in my head. I just learned to be quiet and watch. If I gave advice, what was I going to gain? Would she change the way she is? I didn’t think so. The more she tried to change, the more lonely she felt. The harder she tried to forget and move on, the lonelier she became. She has a heavy shield around her. Worse than mine, or maybe similar. I don’t know. I never was able to analyze my self. All I know, that she expressed her loneliness in completely different ways than what I would have done.

At times, out of selfishness and wishing that I wasn’t the only person who has wasted years of her life, I just listened to her to make my self feel better. I kept wondering that maybe fate brought her to me to learn and feel another person’s pain. That I am not alone, and others suffer worse, and react worse to situations than me.

Me. What about me? I forgot who I am. I look into the mirror every day, and count the number of white hairs at the edge of my forehead. I look at my eyes and see that I have become a sad person. That a smile is hard to get out of me. I laugh because I have to. I smile because it is the only way to show others that I am alright. I can’t even walk alone anymore without thinking, what if? Why me? Why her? Why us? Is this our fate?

She moved shortly after I met her back to her home city. I didn’t miss her much at first. I wanted to test her motives and what type of person she was. All of the sudden she would come and visit. And she constantly did times and times again. I then realized that she would travel the distance for someone she cares about. In return, I would anxiously be waiting for her to come so I won’t feel that I am alone. We share those moments of simple happiness of being together and forgetting why life has turned out the way it did for us. To just forget.

However, earlier this evening, she was telling me that she called him. The one that she loved, the one that broke her heart, the one that made her life miserable for the past 2 years. And then she said to me, “his number doesn’t work anymore. Neither does his work number.” I just said, “maybe he is dead.” Don’t people die? Or we just wish they die so we can finally forget. Obviously my pessimistic answer didn’t please her, but that ounce of hope that she possesses is the same ounce that is left in me that I desperately want to remove from inside my heart. I want to forget. Things are gone. Things ended. I want her to understand that as well so maybe both of us will finally move on. To finally realize that we can’t keep pretending and living a memory of our past.

The memory is dead. It really is.

Depressed, They said what?

I am bored out of my mind! Instead of wasting my time browsing the net and speaking to no one, I decided to start selling blog commercials for people. I made a simple one for my site as an example.

To order your own, go to the purchase form here.

Advertising, Video