It’s not even noon yet, and I can list a few things that bother me with a passion. So, I went to the mall this morning to pick up a few things, and lord be hold, every time I turn my head, I see the same annoying faces, and same old stories.

My proposed headline: Miley Cyrus needs to go to an all girls boarding school and get edumacated.

Her half naked body from last year, her great success from singing annoying screaming songs, and her model hot boyfriend who is old enough to drink in Canada and get married in most developing countries, is not something I want to hear about. Who is interested in a 15 year old who’s voice is so annoying and talks from her nose? She is EVERYWHERE! What happened to Lindsey Lohan? Is she an old hag now and no one is shocked by her actions anymore? I mean it. Not only that, but Miley’s father is happy she is dating a 20 year old. What the fuck? It’s parents like that who are corrupting this new generation. I bet her father is happy that his daughter is bringing fame to his name after everyone forgot about him 15 years ago.

My proposed headline: Persistent saleswomen should be burned at the stake.

If I said no the first time, then NO means HELL NO!!! Why do they want to force me to buy something I do not need? Does it look like I have money? Am I rich? I think they are fooled by that Chanel bag I keep carrying. I blame my friend for giving it to me, and me almost ruining it. The consequences of carrying one is being utterly harassed by these saleswomen. Damn materialism. Damn capitalism. Damn this continuous stereotype!

My proposed headline: This generation is in need of a verbal whooping.

If you have read my article a few days ago about how annoying my sister is, then you can see that I have conquered her mouthiness. She tries to get her way by demanding whatever she pleases in front of the authority, and I scream back to silence her. I get shouted at for being ever so loud, but I do have a point. My point is always clear, and justified. Damn teens. It’s Miley Cyrus’s fault!

Angry, Blah Blah, Whatever!

Surprisingly, I got an inspirational email this morning from someone that thought I am a publisher and I write for newspapers or magazines because of my writing style. So, I came up with a great idea! You know me and my great ideas eh? I come up with a million of them a day.

Here we go, I decided that I will start an internet based monthly magazine of Arabs from Generation X. I am going to make it broad and it will focus on ages 20 – 35 18 – 35.

These will be the topics:

1. Growing up abroad as an Arab.
2. Media influence on Arabs abroad and back home.
3. New ideas that changed Arab’s view on society and the world.
4. Arab politics and it’s effect on generation X’s view point of the world.
5. Latest news from around the globe that effect Arabs.
6. Arab’s contribution to society and the world. (ie. science, technology, etc). Great place to write a profile of a colleague or friend who deserves recognition.
7. History, what have Arabs done that shaped the world?
8. Cartoons and art work by great Arab talent.
9. Humour.

etc.

How will the magazine be distributed?

I am going to test it first, and try to put together a magazine and distribute in pdf format from my site. In other words, it will be an e-Magazine. Then, as it gains popularity, I will create it’s own individual domain name, and have it there.

What can I do?

Contribute an article that you deem worthy to put in this magazine. However, I will have the final say, and I will be editing it. I will also be contacting great Arab bloggers out there to contribute. I will actually see if the bloggers are willing to contribute an amazing blog post that they have written to the magazine.

Will I get paid?

For the first few issues, no. When I do get the website up, and start having advertiser’s support, then each writer will get a share of the profits.

Do I have to use my real name?

No. You can use your nickname or domain name as your signature. Everyone is entitled to their privacy.

When will the first issue be out?

If I get bloggers and non-blogger’s enthusiastic support in the next couple of weeks, then an issue will be out in the first week of November.

Do I have to be Arab?

No. Diversity is what I am looking for. If you are non-Arab, than you can contribute your ideas and your view point of Arabs and the Arab world. What do you think of Arabs? It could be a topic area in the magazine.

Sounds good, but can I write anything?

It depends. I like a bit of variety in my life, and so does everyone. I will allow you to write anything, positive or negative, but refrain from using profanity and mocking of people. Also, I like a bit of professionalism, and writing like an adult!

I am not that good of a writer, but I want to contribute.

Are you a cartoonist then? Or you can write, but not in English. It’s ok, since I will be editing it, I will take the responsibility of getting it translated and grammaticaly corrected. I got time.

I really want to be a part of this, more than others!

Sure. You want to be an assistant editor, or layout designer, or anything, then be my guest. The more people, the merrier!

I don’t want to use the contact form.

I know. It is a hassle, and you cannot attach files. Just email me to rebelliousarabgirl (at) gmail.com

So what you think? Do you think there is potential there and you will read it or be part of it?

UPDATED: I have been trying to contact some people, but they DON’T HAVE ANY CONTACT information on their blog. How do people contact you? So, please, if you are reading this, anyone who is interested, email me so we can talk, and to permanently store your info!

Advertising, Angry, Blah Blah, Random Thoughts, Ranting as usual!

I hate line ups and I use the self checkout all the time… but this is exactly what I want! Scan me too. Why not? I am curious to see how much I would go for.

Video, Whatever!

Last night, I was a bit jaded and disturbed with many issues in my amazing-less life. I didn’t feel like discussing them on my site, so I let it go. Although it would have been PERFECT, but I didn’t feel like it.

People drive me insane. I can honestly say this without shame. People are the cause of my mental sickness. So I limited my self from human interaction, because I don’t want to deal with people and their empty talks. Unfortunately, that’s not the case when someone has a blog such as mine with various types of people reading it. Various within a certain community. Various within a certain religion. And various with biased analytical interpretation of my site’s contents.

I do not want to reiterate the email, or bother explaining its contents. However, I replied back because I was very pissed off that people think that my blog is anti-Arab, and anti-Islam. Moreover, they wanted me to instead explain the positiveness of being an Arab, and be a roll model. Me a roll model? Fine. I will give it a shot.

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Mona has been asked by the imaginary friend she has that is stuck in the midst of her fantasy world, which is a permanent resident in her brain, this preposterous question:

What is the most positive aspect of Arabs?

Mona pondered for many hours, looked up many historical facts about the people, and lived a life of being an Arab for 27 years, and all she came up with this answer:

Arabs are best known for their GREAT food!

Anyone else want to ask her something, because the next answer will be fuck off! She is not anti-Arabs or anti-Islam. She is anti-STUPIDITY and the queen of sarcasm!

Angry, Blah Blah, They said what?, Whatever!

My friend came today from Mississauga, and we happen to drive by my old work place.

I said, “I hate that place! Eww!”

She said, “Why? I liked it.”

I said, “Eww why? Why you like my old work place?”

She said, “I don’t know. Is it not halal for me to like it?”

I looked at her in disbelief and said, “Halal what? Why would liking my old work place be halal?”

She replied, “I don’t know. I didn’t mind it.”

I think liking my old place is Haram! Meh!

Halal is an Arabic term meaning permissible.
Haram is an Arabic term meaning not permissible.

God! Every time I pass by that place, it gives me the heebie-jeebies!

They said what?, Whatever!