All I can say, who ever wants to work with me in real life has to realize that I am so used to working with men, that I try so hard to not let my female hormones cloud my judgments. I am not saying women are not hard workers or can’t think straight. It is just women’s way of approaching things is way different. Thank God I am a programmer, and I work around guys who only talk about video games and movies. Cause if the conversation gets deeper than that, then I start blocking everything around me, and crank up the high beat dance music and ignore any pointless yapping.

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I will make this post really simple to comprehend by giving you a real world example. Sounds simple eh?

Warning: this post gets vulgar in the end. Like it matters. This site was rated NC-17 since day one!

Here is the hypothetical scenario peoples. You one day out of the blue, out of utter boredom, decide to go on your computer and type on the browser, (you know what browser is right? It’s that blue icon with a huge ass E that breaks a lot and fills your computer with viruses. Yep, that one), in the little box that indicates that you can search for anything, you type the following phrase, “Arab girl.” It is really nothing special. Maybe it is to you, but really, it is not. There is like millions of us. We come in all shapes and colours. We come from all religions. Watch out! We may even live in a neighborhood near you. However, we are not all the same! Do you understand?

As you clicked on that magical button that says search, you get this peculiar website coming up first in your search results. Dammit, who the hell owns this site? Rebellious? Definitely porn related, or something hot and sexy. Meow! CLICK CLICK CLICK!

Unfortunately, and I really mean it, UNFORTUNATELY, you ended up on some wacko Arab girl’s website living Canada. Jeez Louis! It’s that girl from Canada that happens to be Arab.

50% of the real world scenarios, a person would just click on the back button, and go search for something way more interesting. Arab girl? Not very much. Batman is way cooler! (Trust me on this one, search Batman!)

Anyways, the other 50% that actually clicked on this blog have decided to check it out. Oh, Rebellious? Oh, Arab? Oh, GIRL? You got to be kidden me? I don’t even believe it my self. Who the hell calls themselves Rebellious Arab Girl. What an idiotic thing to do!

……. few thousands of dollars later. (Cha ching!)

So, you clicked, you saw, you read. That’s the real actions you did.

You read, and you think you enjoyed it. Oh, this girl actually tells the truth. Oh my God! She is spilling the beans. Oh my God! She is telling it like it is!

I like her, or NOT!

Days pass, weeks pass, and every day you inevitably read this girl’s blog. Very addictive read. You really like it. Then one day, she writes something you did not like, or you thought it was worth giving your own take on the matter. Fair enough. It’s an open forum for various debates, but with one ruler.

Unfortunately, that girl, who you have been reading her blog for so long, and her way of thinking should have sunk into your little head by now, refused to agree with you. She said, “No!” She had every reason to say no. You also had every reason to say no. So why did you say no, and she cannot say no back? Because it was YOU?

Hell broke loose…

Now I will try to dumb it down, and speak Urbanized English, so you will actually understand the rest of this:

You came on my territorial ground, you gave me an opinion that really was not worth it for me to answer or even argue back, and then you want me to agree no matter what or else? Then you get pissed off so much that you cannot stand that a girl that you will never meet or even see in your life (who happens to look not too shabby for a girl,) actually said NO to you! So, you take out your tiny weapon that you love sticking out all the time to show how tough you are, and splash it all over her site, and think she will definitely agree with you that way? It’s like telling her, “Yo bitch! Agree with me or else I will trash this site and leave a huge stink bomb for every one to smell see. That’s how us tough people do it. We use force because we ain’t one of those people that are good with words. Trash this mother fucker!”

My Real Answer

I ain’t no one’s bitch, Bitch!

P.S. Why do you even bother to argue with this ONE girl that obviously argues for pleasure? I should have been a lawyer.

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Finally, after 3 months, I think my probation period at work is over. No one said anything to me, because the bosses are not here. They are on vacation. So, I guess that’s that. I am permanent.

Should I jump with joy now?

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A Different World

I call this the first real job that I ever had. Not like my other jobs were not real, but they were just the stepping stone to do great work. Unfortunately, they were not jobs that are meant to deal with the actual working world where money is not given to you because tax payers have to contribute by force. In this job, I can only get paid if the software is being sold. So, I do a good job, then I will keep on getting paid. That’s more than fine with me, because:

1. The software is not cheap.
2. I have every reason to work harder and spend 8 hours thinking than wasting my life away.
3. I am learning to gradually deal with a different breed of mentalities. Majority of human beings are very non-computer people, and there are so many things that need to be done, and a year is not even close to enough to do that. (Sigh!)

Frustration

It’s funny how dealing with people is the hardest thing you can ever do in life. It is harder than understanding the meaning of life. I am learning to really be calm and fake. You guys know me, I have zero patience, a horrible temper, and I argue a lot. So in reverse order, I am learning first to stop arguing. (SO FUCKING HARD!) Then I got to learn to contain my anger. (Which is not so bad because I learned to breath really deep first before I say anything I will regret.) Lastly, I have to control my patience. (Which I am very good at now since this whole year was a mess, and I was about to have a nervous breakdown 3 or 4 hundred times! Patience and this blog came in handy.)

Thank the almighty Allah that he bestowed me with a great gift. A wonderful gift. A gift that is only given to every human being to use at their own will. The gift of utter patience.

Did I sound religiously convincing? I thought I was!

Life is Not Fun when you are an Adult

I don’t want to grow up. I don’t want to grow up. Dammit! I told you guys that growing up sucks ass! You little tweens, teens, and little semi-adult students in post-secondary education. ENJOY IT TILL THE LAST DROP! Don’t rush to finish. Don’t rush to get that dream job. Don’t rush to begin the “new working life.” Oh, it sucks ass, it’s hard, annoying, you deal with so many different mentalities, and you have to stop making excuses for your self. You can fail a class in University or college and repeat it. However, if you fail in the real world, you get your ass kicked by corporate hounds, you get fired and not be wanted by anyone ever again, and you will end up changing your career or job more than your car’s oil.

I didn’t mention those people who are married, have kids, and have to work to feed those little cute creatures that they spawned. That’s another problem. Good luck with that. At this rate, I am thinking that I should spend any extra money trying to win the lottery. Then I can afford kids or adopt a village of kids. Jeez, so many material goods that our capitalist nations bombard us with that they want, and I want them too! (I am thinking of my self here first people. Sorry, I am human. I am pretty selfish and I have NEEDS!)

Is Life Better?

No, but a big heavy burden was lifted off my shoulders. Deep down inside I really feel that I somehow started over. I feel that I need to prove my self again from scratch. To show slowly, but not arrogantly, that I am worth it. I know some people that start a new job and think they were chosen because they are awesome. How come I never felt that when I got this job? I think because I feel that anything new in your life is like a first step all over again. It’s a continuation of your skills that you can build upon, but totally new different experiences.

No One is Perfect

Yeah, I am talking about you. You know who you are, and maybe you too. I didn’t forget about you sitting behind your desk smoking the Cuban! You think that everyone should be beneath you and you will always be a step ahead. Why? Why do you think that?

I will give you a solemn whole hearted advice, “Don’t try to help others that don’t ask for your help. Don’t think you can provide all the answers that someone didn’t even ask. Don’t think you are their only savior in this life. No one really cares about your input other than the people paying you for it, and oh, don’t forget, not everyone is desperate for money. Some of us can wait and do it ourselves while we whine and complain about life. Which makes us think very deep inside of us that things might even be worse. Have you ever felt that way before? That things may get bad one day? I wonder how you will deal with that? Finally, we have inner pride and every reason to try things on our own and define our selves, and not always be a follower. ”

I hate being a follower, but I can wait till things get better.

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When you are bored, you come up with the following pointless blog post that you should NOT click publish on. However, I do that about 50% of the time, but who’s counting?

If I had a choice in world matters concerning Oxford Dictionary entries, I think my blog title should be considered as one in the following manner,

Rebellious Arab Girl
reâ‹…belâ‹…lious Arâ‹…ab girl
/rɪˈbɛlyəs/ /ˈærəb/ /gɜrl/

–noun
1. a female defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel; who happens to be a member of a Semitic people inhabiting Arabia and other countries of the Middle East.

You can tell I am bored. Maybe I should go bake some cookies, or sleep. That pot of coffee didn’t do shit today! I think it is just winter; short days, cold nights, and a reason to whine more, or waste time reading through the dictionary.

Yes, I am a seeker of knowledge (geek). I read useless articles and entries on Wikipedia, the Dictionary, and Encyclopedia Britannica to kill time. That’s one of my hobbies. Sad isn’t it?

Any lamos out there like me with shameful hobbies? Speak up. Don’t be shy. No one will know.

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One of the joys of being a blogger is people’s perception of who I am through the words that I write. I love it when people email me saying, “Hey Mona! I know how you feel.” Or “Hey Mona, I am going through the same problems, but I never thought someone else would discuss them or understand them.”

Side Thought

This morning, a guy emailed me asking if my real name is Mona, and I will say this for the last time, “Yes, my real name is Mona! MONA! MONA!” I am not hiding who I am! In Arabic my name means: A wish or desire. In Italian it means: Lady. Hence, Lady Lisa or Mona Lisa. In Irish or Gaelic it means: A Nobel One. So no, it is not a blog name. It is my name, and I appreciate that my mother named me Mona. (She would be happy that I appreciate anything!)

Down Memory Lane

One time, an Iraqi girl that I knew at University asked me this silly question, “Why are your eyes like this? You look like a REAL Arab!” You should have seen my face after she said that. Because I was in shock, I couldn’t reply to her silly and obvious question. I am an Arab. I look like a real Arab. I have olive dark skin, dark brown hair, and brown big almond shaped eyes. I look like my ancestors and the people that came from the middle east. I am an Arab. Even if I try to hide it, to never speak Arabic again, and to change my first and last name, I will always carry not only the outer look, but the blood of an Arab.

I am an Arab. Dammit people! Say it you Arabs out there reading this now: I AM AN ARAB!

Ambassador to Them!

This evening, I got a cute email from one of my favorite Blog Watchers named Incandescent Chimera (Sarah) saying this about me on her blog,

Rebellious Arab Girl is a unique blogger named Mona, who resides in Canada. She is outspoken, self-expressive, deep, honest and digs right to the core of issues surrounding Arabs and her environment. Not only is she a spokesperson and an ambassador to us as Arab youth but as a character who stands out in your typical Arab community. She is down-to-earth and represents a mirror of hope for Arabs who are constantly bombarded with many issues in the environment such as marriage, ethnicity and religious identity. She is a strong character and her blog’s outspokenness which some conservatives may find controversial is a mirror of harsh reality and truthfulness about the pressures we endure in our society. Her blog has made a marvelous unique stance against many social norms and stereotypes we are constantly labelled with frequently. Moreover, it paints a picture about Arab survival and coping mechanisms in the western world. She is indeed an inspiration to all Arab youth and her views lack controversy and contradictions unlike many of us who are constantly faced with social dilemmas we fail to represent or combat appropriately. I strongly urge anyone who is failing to understand Arabs to look at her as an ambassador for all of us. Her topics range from typical daily rants, observations and a straightforward analysis of the truth in simple words. Her writing and composition is indeed beautiful, simple, meaningful and greatly triumphs you into the 21st century life of a typical western Arab who never compromises her values or her identity from back home.

I wrote this because her birthday is coming up and she needs to recognise and be well aware of her achievements and deep influence on the younger generation of Arabs particularly those living in the West. Happy Birthday, Mona! We love you! Keep writing and keep inspiring us to move forward~ Love you always. -Sarah

Sarah lives in the other side of the world. I never met her. I don’t know how she sounds like in real life. I don’t know her habits and the way she acts, but somehow, she figured me out. I think I need to spend more time reading other blogs and understand people too. That’s my other problem as a blogger, no time to talk to other bloggers, but they know everything about me and want to know me more. Sarah and the rest, my new year’s resolution for 2010 is to be a better social networker. I don’t promise I will improve quickly, but I promise I will try to get to know other people that actually like me for who I am.

Internet, what a beautiful invention.

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