I don’t understand how people think sometimes. Especially men. I love men, but some seriously need some help. They need some guidance to the new world, or some way to explain to them that us girls or any Arab Canadian or American family is not their ticket to come here. We really are not, and we are not obligated to do so, and we are not even related to you. Really. Being an Arab does not mean we are related to you.

Marriage

Arab men one day think to them selves, “my God, I hate living in my Arab country around people of my own kind. I want to make more money and go to the western world. Let me find a girl that will do all the paper work for me! Free ride to North America.” Good job! What do I call those Arab girls? Dumb. What do I call those Arab guys? Unmanly and fucking retarded.

Work

Arab men one day think to them selves, “my God, I hate living in my Arab country where I make a decent living and not pay taxes, and feel like I am working along side my people. To be part of the community and culture, and strive to be better. To open businesses, and be a world leader.” Nop. They want to come to the new world and think it is so easy to find work here and they can ask ANY Arab, “I want to come to Canada. Hook me up. If you can’t, ask your family, and everyone else you know.” I am not joking. This is the latest trend. They don’t want to find a girl from here, because they want money first. Then, when they settle in these lands, they marry some FOB girl from back home who is too young to drive and bring her over with a fake birth certifcate.

Ranting

I have not ranted yet. You think what I said above was ranting? No. Not even close to what I am about to say about this.

Fuck you idiots who think that way. Get a life. Come and immigrate to these lands like the rest of us who were hopping from one country to another to find a place to call our home. Pay your way to get here. Don’t fucken take the easy route! People did not get here over night. Life is NOT that simple. Also, if you did not come from a war torn country, or a country with serious problems, then why the hell you want to come here? Why you want to be a foreigner? Some of us WISH we had a land to go back to and call it our home. So get a life and stay put in your God damn land, and thank the Lord that you still have a functioning country. Stay in it and make it better you dumb ass!

Angry, Ranting as usual!

We got this in the mail today. I showed it to my sister and she snapped it away from me with a huge shocked face, and then a big, WOW! I thought it was hilarious. Aren’t Chrysler and other car factories in North America barely surviving. I guess Japanese cars are going strong! Invest in those!

Yes.. this is the cheesy weezy stupid holiday card from Nissan.

Advertising, Funny

This is not a depressing post… Oh yeah it is. It is about my life. Obviously depressing.

Only 7 days till I turn 28. Yes. A nice even number. Not like 27 and its oddity. Like it makes a difference anyways. Just numbers, and also a waste of life. I can officially say that I am at the edge of my 20’s. I feel like I wasted what supposedly is the best years of my life. However, nothing turns out the way those story books portray life to be. Who cares about my age really. I think I bypassed that point when I turned 25, and suffered from a quarter life crisis. Oh it was not pretty. Can you imagine Mona being 50? Not a pretty sight.

Now, I guess because I am free, and I have too much time on my hand, I keep thinking, how does it feel to like someone again? I mean it. How does it feel to be in love again. Yes. Look at me. I am using that awful word again. Love. Till now I don’t believe in it like I used to, because I think it is like a whirlpool. It keeps spinning and spinning and carrying everything on its edges. And when the whirlpool stops, Bam! Everything falls.

It’s nice to see other people in love. It really is. It means there is hope that life is not so bad, and good things do come out of it. However, do you know what is worse? Seeing other people have depressing stories and asking for guidance. Or they think that I have “experience.” Whatever the hell that means. Many people ask me why it ended. And I repeatedly say, read the friggen blog. Read Year 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008 and don’t skip a month! It means read the whole thing, and then ask me. I am like this really bad person when it comes to answering questions, because I feel that I cannot elaborate again what I already said. So if I have not replied to your email the past week, don’t take it personally, because I used to suffer from depression.

A few days ago, I got people asking me why I hate guys. When did I ever say that? I make fun of everyone. Especially guys, and for a flavor, girls. I guess I covered both genders. There are equal opportunities to make fun of both all the time.

However, I don’t know how to love anymore. You know, love someone else, and go through all the steps. I think it is childish, or just not something I want to go through all over again. It’s like writing a huge ass thesis, and you accidentally delete it, and don’t know where to start now. Should you start all over or bang your head and hoping the agony is not as bad as what the upcoming inevitable consequences are?

Maybe I am just lonely, and it finally got to me. I am just realizing it now that I am, and I don’t know what I can do to stop this feeling. I think right now I am suffering from a bit of depression. But don’t worry. It is not so bad. I am fine. I have not gone to any shrink. I have not taken any drugs. I have not suffered from insomnia (thank God!). I am just suffering from this thing, and I cannot add any sarcastic comment to relieve this feeling.

Advice, Depressed

I know it is wrong, and sacrilegious (love using that word), but I keep thinking this: what’s a better person to obsesses with? A hot person or cute? I donno. This subject always confused me. And yes. It is the definition of shallow. And yes. You have that trait in you. It is called human. And yes. This repetition of a phrase is annoying. And yes. Just vote and get it over with. And yes. I feel like talking a LOT today. And yes. You cannot have my phone number or write me paragraphs after paragraphs via email. And yes. It is so boring to read, unless you got a juicy story, then YES, I will reply back. And yes. I am getting sick of repeating that phrase.

Confused

I got people lately searching on Google for relationship advice for people who withhold the crazy profession of computer programmer, and they end up on this amazingly boring blog.

This is my advice:

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I don’t have any. I just blank out. I can’t think of anything at all.

They said what?, Whatever!