But pleasure got it back!

Anyways, forget that horrible cliche title. I want to know what you think of me by the following quotes that I adore. Do my favorite quotes really reflect who I am?

“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ‘em.” -William Shakespeare

“Change your thoughts and you change your world.” -Norman Vincent Peale (1898 – 1993)

“We have no choice of what color we’re born or who our parents are or whether we’re rich or poor. What we do have is some choice over what we make of our lives once we’re here.” -Mildred D. Taylor

“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald

“A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.” -Herm Albright

“When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened” -Winston Churchill

“If you wait to do everything until you’re sure it’s right, you’ll probably never do much of anything.”

“If you don’t like the way the world is, you change it. You have an obligation to change it. You just do it one step at a time.” -Marian Wright Edelman

“I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.”
-William Ernest Henley

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Dear lovers,

I finally decided that since you are all oh so kind and want to call me so badly because emails are just not enough, that I will post a phone number for you to reach me.

Also, that goes for everyone.

Love you all!

You are calling long distance to Canada!

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I do find other Arabs amusing. I really do.

So here is the 411 on my life, or lack of it. It has been a crazy past couple of weeks. I feel trapped in my own doing, but I have been feeling a bit of a relief from great words of encouragement from you guys. I know you guys are sick of me complaining about my job and my life and everything in between, but hey, would you rather have me complain about other people? . . . . *winking*

I have complained a lot about a lot of different people in the past, and I lost some of those “friends” because of what I say on here. Do I regret it? No. It just showed the true colours of some people, and even me. I am blunt and honest, and that’s about it! Anyways, I don’t want to go that route again. So, if I seem a bit narcissistic or arrogant, then oh well. What can I say? I have always been that way and I am not changing my stubborn self observed crazy ways.

Anyways, yesterday I went to an Arabic wedding celebration thing that was only for women. A women’s Arabic party where they only had English club music and high heels wearing hijabi girls who can bust a move. I know, strange, but 99% of you Arabic girls out there have been to one. And if you have not, God saved you!

I can’t bust a move. I am classy and I only do professional staged choreography that is very well thought of that includes shaking that ass, and that’s about it.

Therefore, I don’t dance in front of people. Who wants to see that?

Anyways, you know Arab women and girls. I got one girl sitting at the table with us telling me, “Mona!! Aren’t you bored with your job yet? Ma tfishty?” I said, “Umm.. ” She said, “Man, with your education you should be going to UAE and making hell of a lot of money.” I said, “No. I will not go to the middle east. I like being here, in good old Canada!”

Then she started taking about her EX finance, and her other Ex fiance, and how he is a mama’s boy who thinks his mother is better than her. Also he told her that his mom is more beautiful and whiter. (She is light skinned) So I was like, “what the frigg? Also, you dark? So what the hell am I?” Her mother jumped in to the conversation and said, “you look like a beautiful exotic Indian with a touch of Arabic. Perfect tan.” I said, “Yeah right!!”

Women.

Anyways, then more and more drama stories. God!! They need to read my blog so I can tell them off. I would be the most hated Arabic girl in my city, or even Canada, or even in all English speaking nations! Jeez! Wouldn’t that be something? Just being different can be oh so amazing. Try it, millions of Arab youths are doing it right now!!

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There has been talk flying around like it was bird’s mating season about this whole Facebook and what it is doing to the middle east. Really, I don’t think it is a factor, but just another communication tool used to get the word out there.

I could have done it with mass e-mailing. Like endless email forwarding (do people still forward emails?). Or just underground methods using some obscure communication languages to do the same old crap.

However, Facebook was used because it was plain and simple. It was clear that people were frustrated and wanted to openly say they were. So what? What’s wrong with it? Is it the whole generation gap thing again? Because I can tell you, my mother is not happy with what Facebook has done, but she doesn’t know how or why or who is causing it. It’s the Facebook Middle East Conspiracy theory.

I just think it was just about time. No conspiracy. Nothing.

Think of it this way. You are mad. You are angry. You not only want change, but you want to see a huge difference that not only effects you, but generations to come. I know from being an Arab, I have this fire inside of me that is always ready to get out. I have witnessed so much unbelievable crap in my life time through TV, radio, any other type of media out there and it really pisses me off. So can you imagine millions of Arab youths having this same feeling?

Me X millions = shit inevitably will happen..

So, for the Arabs in the middle east who clearly have one incentive, just don’t give up, but remember, “Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.” I am disappointed with some things going on, but the rest of you guys, good rebellion.

So, peace in the middle east and God protect the holy land!

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I know I shouldn’t be complaining, but honestly, I don’t see the point of this blog anymore. Like I don’t know what I am trying to get across to everyone. Am I trying to throw out a message to the world outside of my head? Think about it, what am I trying to say every day? I don’t know, I feel that I can’t anymore because I have no idea what it is anymore.

I live a sad life, and I have become isolated in my own little bubble, and I just don’t know if it is worth talking about.

I am not a psychological experiment. So don’t try to analyze me anymore. I am just another girl out there who happens to be Arab, who happens to have a blog, who happens to write mediocre articles, and I … I …

I am expressive, I don’t lie, and I am a bit blunt. Traits of a person who is at the high ladder of being disliked.

So what do I really want to say. You see, the land I came from is in chaos. The exotic land of the middle east which I should be calling my second home is slowly turning to ruins, and what am I supposed to talk about anymore? How great it is that people are standing up for what they believe in, but they are doing it wrong and letting outside forces control their behaviour? And for what?

Also, I am not happy with my life. And the reason I started this blog 5 years ago was because I was not happy at all. Every year it just gets worse but I take it one day at a time. I feel blessed to survive day by day despite all the unwanted distractions, and I try to make the best out of it. It is hard. It is very hard, and you can say I have not cried in a long time, but I think I express it in anger instead.

Anger is not something I am happy about. The majority of the time I cannot control it, and I even regret it. You try being me. It may not seem like the most important thing in the world, and there a lot worse things going on. I should be putting my self in someone else’s shoe, but that doesn’t help but make me feel worse. So why can’t I put my self in someone else’s shoe that will make me feel better?

Like people say, “oh it could get worse?” Why can’t they say, “things will get better and look at this person and that?”

I have not been doing anything on my own or being creative for so many years. I am not doing anything that will make me feel or even appear better. I want to do something with my life that will make me in 20 years look back and say, “Ahh the hard times were merely just my own imagination.”

Really, I just don’t know what to say anymore..

“Is there anyone out there, because it is getting harder and harder to breath.. “

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