I got a comment in one of my previous posts asking me or hoping for me to change in a good way. Meaning to have friends, to find love, to just be happy with life.

1. Are you happy with your life?

No, but I try to change it in my “own” way.

2. Why don’t you try to have or make friends?

I wish I was 20 years old again and have the energy and daily social gatherings like I used to. Maybe if I go back in time, I would choose good friends wisely and not idiotically like I did.

3. Why do you say that?

Because I live a very hectic life. I don’t have time to communicate or want to communicate with anyone. I have a very long miserable work schedule. I have to fight to even get a vacation and I can only have a vacation in certain times of the year. I am doing someone else’s work daily because they are incompetent fools who need someone to check their work. I am not joking or complaining, this is just a fact regarding my daily stress. When I get home I just drink a pot of coffee and relax a bit because I know the next day won’t get any better. Not only that, I am taking online course that also takes up any free time I have left.

4. Why don’t you find someone to love or even consider accepting someone?

You see, I am going to be 30 years old in less than a month, and after all these years, I am either damn picky, or I just don’t care anymore. That part of my life does not seem to be important anymore. I don’t find the need for it like I used to. I am just content with the way things are.

5. Are you content with not even having someone to talk to?

I think I learned my lesson. I don’t want to have friends because I don’t want to be hurt anymore. Humans are selfish creatures. It is in our nature, and I don’t want to be last in anyone’s list or become a ghost or even try too hard to just have a friend for the sake of having one. I don’t need “someone” to make me feel better. I need to feel better about my self first before even thinking of finding any.

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I am going to be a lame ass blogger for the post today, and tell all the lovely peeps to add me as a:

Facebook Friend

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And God bless you for taking a moment of your day to add another anonymous person to your circle of friends.

P.S. Anyone saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows?

I did on Saturday, and there was this very annoying girl next to me who wouldn’t shut up from her pointless comments. “Oh my God!” “NO NO!!” “No.. this is scary, I am closing my eyes.” Then, in the last scene of the movie, she started bawling her eyes out. Like someone SO CLOSE TO HER DIED! In my head I thought, “GIRL! Did you friggen read the book? Because the second part of this movie will be MORE violent and most of the main supporting characters will DIE!

It’s fun being in a Harry Potter generation. Oh well, I guess I got to now count the days AGAIN till I see the last Harry Potter movie. It will be AWESOME!

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Define rebellious in your own terms please, and don’t give me some dictionary phrase.

I wanted to write blog after blog the past few days, but I have very important things to do in my life. This blog is not top of the list anymore like it used to be. This blog is purely for discussion of various things that go on in my life and the way I perceive some things when I have time to write them.

I know that many of you have emailed me the past few days with the same thoughts almost. Many of you have claimed that you read my entire site and came up with one conclusion. I find it very funny that people come up with the same conclusions about anything. Can you imagine if that is the case for everything in life? So the conclusion was, “you are rebellious, that means you don’t follow the Arab way of life.”

Honestly, I think I am the most Arabized person that you can meet living in these lands because I follow the ethical essence of being an Arab. Do you follow that? Because being an Arab is not just getting married before you are 25,  having at least 3 kids by 30, being the “good wife,” and living in a happy marriage. If not married, you are secluded from the rest of the circle of being a real Arab. I am taught to be a good person first, for others to accept me for who I am, and to show others the proper way I was raised by following great traditions and morals.

Why is that so hard to understand? Where in my blog did I say or claim that I should HATE everything about being an Arab and act like a total slut? Where do I say that I go around dating a different guy every other week and go clubbing and drinking? Is that how you define rebellion for an Arab girl? Because according to your definition, a Rebellious Arab Girl is a girl who doesn’t follow the rules of being an Arab or even her religion. There are no rules! Believe me. There are raised morals that we all should have learned growing up as part of this culture.

I didn’t chose to be rebellious. It chose me. This blog chose me to be a Rebellious Arab Girl in order to speak up; by proving to others that I don’t need to follow this group of Arabs that think life should be this way and that is it. Unfortunately, as years pass, far too many Arabs are living in diaspora, and a huge gap between the generations have emerged in the past century because of this culture clash. The traditions have slowly diluted to cope with another, and being a true Arab or defining an Arab is becoming harder and harder every day.

All I can say that I am tired of emails that begin with, “please read this to the end,” or “I am sorry I have to say this.” Why apologize or make sure you grab my attention to tell me the negative? I would appreciate it more if you stick up with what you believe in and say, “You know what Mona, I don’t agree with you because so and so.” That I read. Everything else with an introduction of reason to even begin reading it is something I don’t even look at.

I am tired of preaching to the choir. I am going to go back to the days when I started this blog and what my true beliefs are. If you disagree with me, then dare to comment about it in the comment box below. Start a real discussion and stop hiding being a screen name. It is almost the end of 2010 and people represent themselves for who they are with their real photos and their true image. That’s how we accept one another in the real world. We represent who we really are with no shame with what we say or who we are. Why can’t you dare do that?

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The majority of us Arabs, well mostly Palestinians living in diaspora, have been gift receiving recipients, for oh, I don’t know, all our lives!

We foreigners living here or down there or somewhere in the middle have this collection of gifts. We have lived our lives waiting for the real Santa Clause (some neighbor that lives 10 doors to the left of aunt so and so from back home) to come over from the “belad (home land)” and bare gifts. They are unknown gifts that 99% of the time are not needed, not wanted, and are very old school. We love them to death anyways and if we don’t get them, our mere existence is pointless! It means they forgot us! How can they forget us?

One time my sister got a cooler gift than me, an awesome looking necklace, and I was pissed!

One time I got a sucky huge ass yellow sweater, and I didn’t know if I wanted to vomit on it, or cut it to pieces to use as wash clothes.

The best gifts are always candy. Candy from back home is a recipe for gluttony. A way to fill that black hole inside of us. I can devour baklava and other amazing Arabic sweets in an hour. No wonder my dentist loves me!

So, what is the worse/best gift you got from the Arab Santa Clause?

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I don’t have time to deal with the last post. I honestly didn’t read thoroughly and I just skimmed through it because I was at work. So to avoid any disappointed people, I removed it. I can barely deal with my own words vomits, I don’t need to deal with anyone elses words.

Anyways, it has been a tough week for me. My eyes are really hurting. I am very tired, and I feel like eating a tuna salad with rosemary and sundried tomato. Anyone want some? This stuff is FRIGGEN AWESOME!!

See how simple pleasures in life satisfy me?

I don’t like cooked fish. I like sushi. I like those tuna salad and regular tuna cans, and I can live off it for the rest of my life.

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