I woke up this morning with another major pink eye episode. I think we all had enough seeing it in the past on this site of mine, so I will spare you the horror, and just reiterate how much it hurts. It hurts. It really hurts!

The whole pink eye reminded me of an incident that happened to me in grade 9 back in my memorable years in Tennessee. I would say that I spent the most self discovery years of my life there when I first moved to the US. I think living in the most conservative area in the states, and with a population of Arabs to equal the number of fingers I have, has really made me a different person. I don’t think I would have been the same person if I moved to Canada first and never been to the states.

I became more quiet. I became revengeful. I became ruthless. I became heartless.

I also learned what it meant to be different. It made me learn the non-Arab life. I grew up around western mentality. I grew up in the west. I learned different things, and maybe that’s why I have hard time learning what Arabs are, with their obscure culture and traditions. All I knew that I should follow my religion, and that’s the way I was raised. Being an Arab was a bonus because it is Islam’s main language. That’s all.

Anyways, that’s enough introduction to my messed up life and the way I am. I remember in grade 9 how I was not like the rest. I didn’t do what other people did. I didn’t have a boyfriend. I didn’t go to other people’s homes and partied out. I was not in any social circle outside school or even had friends outside of school. You can say I was no one to anyone. So, the only people that ever talked to me where the girls I met first day in highschool in homeroom. It was a different highschool than my middle school. It was in a different area, with different people. The girls seemed nice. No one else talked to me or cared to say hi to me. I was also a quiet person and I didn’t feel I had anything to say to them. All they talked about was boys, boyfriends, gossip on others, and far too many pregos at the age of 14 to talk about. It was sad really, and made me wonder, why were people that stupid?

So, I didn’t have any friends. Just people I talked to, or to be honest, just listened to and had lunch with in the cafeteria. It was just a group to sit with and eat lunch. That was it. Because we all know that sitting with people in the school’s cafeteria during lunch is the most important thing during the day. That’s just the way highschool is.

In the little group I sat with, one of the girls had a boyfriend. He was smoking hot. I am not joking. Anyways, so he either sat with her, or sometimes sat with his jock friends. But most of the time, with her. One day, out of no where in homeroom, she bitched at me because I sat next to her boyfriend the day before. It was the only seat left…??? Her, and the other girls that are her friends, who sat in the table told me that I was planning to steal him, and I should not sit with them anymore.

Well, a person like me, who didn’t really care about that girl’s boyfriend, and I didn’t really have any friends, spent the day holding my tears back. I took my lunch and sat outside alone in the cold. After that, I couldn’t hold my tears and talk. What did I really do that was so bad? And so intolerable? Was I going to spend the rest of the school year sitting alone? It’s enough I felt different and no one cared to talk to me, but what did I really do? Why me?

My tears and red eye hid all day because of my glasses. I have been wearing glasses for reading since I was 13 years old. And on that day, I was happy that I wore them.

The girls noticed that I was crying in science class, and they couldn’t take it. Why would a guilty girl not be able to hide her tears, not even during class? The next day, the girls apologized to me and told me to sit with them again. I did for the rest of the school year, but I never forgot what they did to me. The year after, I met different people because I was taking advanced level classes, and just sat with them and never talked to those girls again.

I think glasses are powerful. They are not only made to see clearer, but to hide the pain. My miserable pain.

Blah Blah, Random Thoughts, They said what?

I don’t think I can handle anymore shocking statements coming out of her mouth!

My mom right now came into my tiny office and saw me writing in a notebook. I was writing a bunch of ideas that came to my head of possible projects to work on. I tend to write things down. Anyways, she saw me writing and said, “Are you writing a diary? You should write a book and sell it about your life. That’s what people are doing now a days.”

I almost fell off my chair and had a heart attack. My mom said WHAT?

She didn’t care if I wrote about my life. Oh my God! Should I tell her I have a blog and make pocket change from it? She would be ECSTATIC!

I couldn’t believe it. She wanted me to write a book about my life and sell it. Well then, plan B is going to be very interesting to study and implement. I wonder how many pages I have written so far through my blog. Hmm. 4 of 5 books worth?

Then I told her of my real plan and what I am writing, and she said, “Very interesting. Better than sitting there doing nothing all day!” Argh.. she instantly turned back to her motherly ways!

I am starting to like my mother’s modern mentality. This could be the beginning of something beautiful!

Random Thoughts, They said what?, Whatever!

The TRUTH!

My dearest mother, out of no where today, well, after meeting enough people for the day, told me something interesting. She said, “Why do people think that Palestinians are white? Why do they think they are only supposed to be white? Why do they only want a WHITE girl for their ugly sons? When will Palestinians or those white obsessed mothers get over it!”

I was in shock. Has my mother some how been reading my site, or has been rummaging in my brain and realizing that the shit I have been nagging about all along is true!?

I said, “Well mother, long time ago, I was on the bus, and a friend of mine introduced me to this one Palestinian girl. I told her my name, and where I am from, and she didn’t believe I was Palestinian.”

Mother said, “Aha? Because of your skin colour?”

I said, “Yes. This girl bluntly told me that I am no way Palestinian. Palestinians are not that dark. Palestinians are only white fair skinned people.”

Mother said, “You expect me to believe that most of the major Palestinian cities that are on the shore line of the Mediterranean sea, has only white skinned people?”

I said, “That’s what ignorant people think. They think the sun doesn’t do its job on Palestinians and the skin colour of people of the Mediterranean can never be dark! I am telling you mom, we are foreigners amongst our own people. It’s the world’s mentality. Skin colour!”

My mom is much lighter than me. She is olive toned skin. When she was growing up, people teased her because she was darker than the rest. In other words, not white. So she has a problem when people mention skin colour more than me! And I am way darker! It’s hereditary in my family to nag and complain about stupid shit that comes out of people’s mouth that makes no sense what so ever!

I am tan. I have dark brown hair. I have brown eyes. I look like a true middle eastern. Blah! Blah! Kiss my tan Arab ass haters!

I wonder if Arab countries carry tanning beds? Those beds would be so cheap! Just take a cheap ass mattress and put it outside in the sun for a bit. At least you will get cancer either way, but for Arabs, it’s a much slower process, because of all the extra melanin pigments we got! Amen to God given protection! Tralalalahahahaalala!

Blah Blah, Confused, Culture, Idiots, Palestine, They said what?, Whatever!

What’s more annoying than middle aged women with too much time on their hands? Yep, you guessed it! Middle aged ARAB women who stare at you menacingly and think you are a poor hopeless old soul.

What do I want to do with them? Oh, many things that involve matches and a fire starter.

My mother is a bad social butterfly. She likes to talk to people. Anyone for that matter. She also has enemies that she avoids. She got them all! However, for those people that she likes and actually calls “friends,” they are the ones that I want to run away from. Run far far away from to another galaxy where Arab mentality does not exist and never will!

This is the constant things that Arab women talk about:

1. “My beautiful daughters are married, happy and going to have their second or third child.”

Second or third child and they are my age or younger? Is that legal now a days? Or is reproducing like rabbits at an early age is the Arabic thing to do?

2. “My beautiful daughter is marrying a rich man and he will provide her with a house and everything before they get married. Everything is set!”

What lottery ticket did he win? I keep trying my luck, but since I am Mona, that will never happen.

3. “My son is marrying an educated Masters or PhD graduate young girl.”

You can’t put Masters or PhD with young in one sentence. Does not work that way. And since they are Arabs, the odds of her actually using her education while she is married for the first 10 – 15 years is slim to none. Remember, she has to reproduce like a rabbit before it is too late!

4. “My son got a job in a huge company in the Middle East and making so much money. I told him to only work for a year or two, then I will find him the most perfect bride.”

Really? You will find him a gold digger? Wow, they are hard to come by, sorry, I meant, there are 8 in 10 Arab girls that are always qualified!

5. “My beautiful intellectual daughters and genius for sons all got scholarships to University. They all go to school for free!”

Really, how come I saw them in the OSAP (student loan) line when I was picking up mine back in the golden days? Is it me, or people think OSAP is a scholarship? How come the bank is making me pay it back then? Am I the only one? I am getting ripped OFF!

6. “My daughters never wear anything revealing or talk to guys. They know better.”

How come I always saw a slut fest of Arab girls in the most revealing and provocative clothes walking in the mall or at the University? Is it me, or covering your boobs and crotch is enough to say you are covered? And remember, they cannot talk to guys. They just tongue wrestle with them in public.

7. “My sons never drink or go out clubbing. They are always late because they are studying at their friend’s house.”

Really. Is that the daily 4 am excuse?

8. “I will only find a girl for my son that is pure and innocent. Not like those other Arab girls that are always out, working half the day, and wasting their money shopping.”

So, what are they supposed to do? Sit at home or go from one house to the other talking shit about people?

Shoot me. Shoot me! I am tired of sitting in my office half the day because these women keep coming over!

Blah Blah, Culture, Idiots, Ranting as usual!, They said what?, Whatever!

Cyndi Lauper was an icon in the 80′s and for all this new generation’s crazy attire. Hmm, so she has a new Album that will contain mashups from her old songs. Awesome! You know I have an obsession with all retro songs, especially Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun/Set Your Heart Mashup

What do you think? Hot eh?

My taste of Music