Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.

This is part five and the final one of the year end manifestation of the life of my blog.

The Questions

Q1. “What have you learned this year Mona?” several people have asked me.

Q2. “What are you planning for next year Mona?” several people have asked me.

Q3. “What is that change you thinking about next year Mona?” several people have asked me.

I am going to answer all those questions later in this post, but I want to talk about something a little bit more serious. It is more of an advice to the younger Arab generation, and even young adult minds that are still exploring life. You see, the world is changing dramatically, and an entire culture is more interested in money, silly artificial things, living life in an non-progressive way, being overly narcissistic about nothing, and gossip endlessly to ruin someone else’s life. Don’t deny it and tell me that I am wrong. You know I am not making this up, and it hurts you that this is the case.

I feel sorry for my culture. I wish all of them can just look at themselves in the mirror and say, “I want to change for the good of my people.”

It’s funny, but Arabs rise in joyful uproar when they hear that an Arab did something great in the world and gone down in history. If they are so proud of one person’s achievement out of a million, then why can’t they teach the new generation to achieve such high goals in life?

My suggestion for every Arab out there reading this blog post to think hard. To think really hard inside of you and say, “I can be better than everyone else! I was not born to do nothing in life. I can do something recognizable and magnificent too!”

Mona’s 2010 Resolution

Due to unruly circumstances the past week, I began my resolution a bit earlier. You see, I am glad 2009 is ending. I have never hated a year in this decade as I did this year. I changed. I am admitting it. I changed because it was about time to. I didn’t realize that I was, but life slaps you in the face so hard, that you have to. You have to weed out everything in your life that is causing you grief. You have to only think of your self. Nothing is worth it.

The Answers

So, if I had to answer the questions above I would say,

A1. Majority of people are selfish pieces of shit that forget everything that had any meaning, and forget that you ever existed. Also, people only want to use you so they can excel in life.

A2. I have many plans. My first plan is that I am going to continue my education and get some high end management and business certifications. If all goes well, I should be done in a couple of years and would inshallah possess in my hands something really powerful. Afterward, if things go really well, I will be enhancing my career and moving on to bigger and better things.

A3. I want to change who I am. I learned so much in the past decade, that when I look back, I am still dumbfounded that I have survived it. So, if I wanted to continue this change, I would try to see what other talents I have. What else am I capable of achieving in this life? I am not going to stop or ever plan to. I want to be something in life, and I want it big. I know I am smart, patient, and ready for the challenges. So I can do it.

Moreover, my real resolution for 2010 is really this,

To not give two shits about anyone anymore. I want to show my true colours. Also, I want to be more blunt, and not give two shits about anything. I want to be more heartless and not fall into anyone’s foolish games. I have no reason to trust anyone anymore. Almost everyone I have met is a fake inconsiderate piece of shit, and they live in denial and too afraid to show their true colours. However, people like me will find out. Even if it means to use ruthless unethical maneuvers to find the truth.

Happy 2010! You all deserve happiness if you really wanted to.

This is part four of the year end manifestation of the life of my blog.

I have continually suffered this year from the well known blogger epidemic: the writer’s block. Oh dear! Last night, as I was looking back through the archives of this year, I noticed a considerable gap between posts, and an average of 20 – 25 posts a month. I used to go up to 40, 50, or even over 70 per month the past years. What happened to me?

I will tell you what happened, I became less of a maniac writer every time I got mad, and more of a take a deep breath before you word vomit anything bloggerette. (Plus I slept a lot more this year!) I tried too hard this year to not write things that will make me delete it a day or two after. I have done that a lot in the past. Sometimes I didn’t know when I crossed the line. I had many of “should have never been” posts. This year, not too much.

Anyways, I wrote enough for today. My new year’s resolution for my blog next year, if I am stuck and can’t write anything proper, to sing a song instead.

Sing with me my lovely watchers!

I say Reb, you say Rebellious!
You say what? Rebellious Mona!
You say what? Rebellious Mona!

I say gurl, you say Rebellious!
You say who? Rebellious Girl!
You say who? Rebellious Girl!

I say Arab, you say Really????
You say who? Rebellious Arab Girl!
You say who? Rebellious Arab Girl!

I say change, you say When??
I say now!
You say when? I say now!
You say Where? I say here!
You say Where? I say HERE!

*yawn*

This is a better thing to listen to:

This is part three of the year end manifestation of the life of my blog.

My blog this year won so many awards, that I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count them! NOT!! (Didn’t I sound cheesy and dorky like the rest of the bloggers out there?) But yes, my blog won a lot of invisible mind boggling awards. I won people’s readerships. That’s the biggest award I can get as a blogger. I don’t care about best blog, or best writer, or best anything. Who cares? It’s like winning a virtual banner to advertise someone else’s bright idea that started the campaign.

Really, if the prize was money based, then people will be all over it! I would be so all over it!

So, I am gonna list the top blog posts this year by comments, my favorites, and ones that I should have never published, but found their way online cause of my insomnia or excessive amounts of coffee!

Top Blog Posts 2009 | Comments & Reactions

1. April 28, 2009 | It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a conspiracy theory!
2. June 7, 2009 | The Arab Blogorette
3. June 16, 2009 | I think it is time for change!
4. August 25, 2009 | Why are Muslims turning Atheists?
5. August 30, 2009 | Analysis: It is much harder to get rid of her
6. September 7, 2009 | Arabs marrying non-Arabs
7. September 18, 2009 | Window shopping for a bride
8. October 27, 2009 | Symbols of being different

Top Blog Posts 2009 | Monaism & Love

1. January 15, 2009 | Are good people always the victims of life?
2. March 31, 2009 | How accurate is this?
3. April 20, 2009 | Airports think I am a perv!
4. May 21, 2009 | A way to relieve stress
5. July 15, 2009 | Teaching a child the basics of the internet world
6. September 6, 2009 | No Comment
7. September 24, 2009 | I am sick and tired of looking for work!!! NO MORE!
8. December 4, 2009 | The typicals
9. December 26, 2009 | I am the master of my choices

Top Blog Pots 2009 | Those That Should Have Never Been

1. January 28, 2009 | The blogging world is run by monkeys
2. May 4, 2009 | I thought I held the title of taking things too seriously
3. June 20, 2009 | The media has been following me for over two decades
4. September 26, 2009 | I don’t like talking about sex in public

I have met a lot of idiots in my life. Ok, let me rephrase that. I have met a lot of selfish idiots in my life. They range from close family members, close friends, to people who never appreciated you for who you are, or what you ever done for them.

However, I don’t want people to remember me for what I did for them. I want people to remember me for who I am. For what I said one day, and what I believe in.

I will tell you guys something. I hate this blog. I hate writing on this blog because people can’t talk to me anymore or be honest. They try to communicate with me, and instead of using the conventional methods or a more truthful manner, they resort to coming here. They want to say something to me, but they don’t dare to.

I also blame my self. I am not happy with my life. I mean for goodness sake. I am 29 years old, and I am fully responsible for giving money to my family in order to survive since I am the only one employed. I save zero money in the end of the month. I don’t get paid much, and I can’t think beyond a month from now or even think of my self.  My main concern in life is how to keep this household alive and paying the bills.

So much responsibility for a person that doesn’t even have a family of her own. Can’t even think of a reason to move on, because she worries about her current family’s situation that anything she does that even is remotely close to selfish, or she can call her own, is impossible.

Now people wonder why I don’t have time for them. Why I don’t have time to say hello or bother. Not only that, but since I don’t want to be poor for the rest of my life, I decided to start using up that credit card and enroll in higher education that I can do online. You know, because my life is not worrisome enough and so busy, that I had to do that, because I know I don’t want to be like this 5 years from now.

So yeah.. for that person and that person, and even that person that knows who they are, have a nice life. You ended up being a narcissistic bull headed inconsiderate piece of shit just like any other person I met. You are no different.

You should salute your self you cowardly fool. You ended up on my list of all the other idiots I met in my life. They are far too many of you. I wonder how you will survive in this world with your continued denials.

P.S. Happy new year.

This is part two of the year end manifestation of the life of my blog.

I am scared to look back. I am scared to look at the archives on this blog from January 2009 till this date. I have never complained so much about life as I did this year. This year, I complained more about life than having a stupid ass boyfriend. How sad is that?

The Complaints Department

• I complained about the past in all shapes and forms.
• I complained about an entire culture without regrets.
• I complained about looking for work and how unfair it is.
• I complained about friends.
• I complained about family.
• I complained about strangers.
• I complained about the way that I shouldn’t be thinking.
• I complained about you.
• I complained about me.
• I just can’t stop complaining. I just word vomit complaints.

Moreover, this uncontrollable habit of mine lead my visitors to have this one and only perception of who I am, that they think they are winning by using it against me every time I tell them off. Hello! I always admit that I complain too much every single time. Why are you stating the obvious? You couldn’t come up with anything better?

Oh, and for those that think my blog sucks, my writing sucks, and all I do is complain, then WHY THE HELL DO YOU READ IT DAILY!? You guys mystify me. I am serious. It’s like trying to get that hot girl across the street to like you no matter what, but you keep getting slapped on the face every time. And you continue on trying again the next day. When do you learn to give up? Things will not change THAT EASILY.

Enough complaining for now Mona (as in me.) I promise you that someday in the near feature, maybe in the next decade or two, my complaints will increase ten folds.

It’s great being a girl. I got excuses for everything!