It didn’t take a genius to figure this out, but since I am labeled as arrogant and self observed, then I am a genius! NOT! But I understand why you people don’t comment on my blog anymore. I am bad blogger and I socialize on social networks more than I can collect my thoughts and spit it out in one place like I used to. Most of you are on Twitter and Facebook anyways! I know the pain of commenting on blogs, and honestly, I don’t blame you. I am bad my self.

Hence, for the other 50% that don’t socialize through social networks with me know better than to comment no my blog. I don’t comment or read your blog. Sorry. I am a horrible human being. I have the attention span of a molecule, and I don’t keep up. I don’t have an RSS reader. I don’t have a favorite blog anymore that I am obsessed with. Moreover, if my blog is your favorite, then I do apologize that I didn’t kiss you today and yesterday and the day before.

Anyways, what’s new with me? Well, I decided to the join the gym. After being a lazy ass for the past 2.5 years and stuck in job that I do not like, then I need to exhaust my self after work and release all my negative energy. So far so good. I release a lot!

On a happier note, summer is almost here!! And I want to go on vacation somewhere that is NOT in Canada! I need to renew my passport. Hmmm… that will take me another month of actually doing it because I am lazy and queen procrastinator. Also, I want to go somewhere where I can walk around. Like a huge ass city and I get to see people and go see things. I want to SEE things! I want to not CODE AT ALL or be on a computer!

Maybe I will find love in an exotic place. Wait, I need to stop day dreaming eh? Finding a nice Arab man in an exotic place? Yah.. ok. But I am serious. Maybe it is time I settle down with Mr. Right. Unfortunately, he has not found me yet. I think he may have gotten hit by a truck and my luck is over. Oh well, at least being single and not “committed” to anyone and no one to drive me crazy and control me is a good thing. I don’t like being controlled at all.

One person on Facebook told me that I am such a challenge to deal with and “the one” has to be handle a “tough” girl. Well, I am just very opinionated, always has been, and I like to make my own decisions. I also don’t like to be controlled or asked, “Where were you? Why did you buy this? Why you don’t listen to me?” BLAH BLAH BLAH! And then compares me to other “behaved” Arab girls who “listen” to their man. BLAH! You want to be treated the same? Cuz I can be a total bitch too.

ON A POSITIVE NOTE, I joined the gym. I wish someone went to the gym with me and we could have fun sweating together!

Love you all. Have a wonderful day! Thanks for reading my blog and being a good love. I wish I can talk and hug every single one of you.

Blah Blah, Funny, Happy, Ranting as usual!, They said what?, Whatever!

I get a lot of emails and majority of them have a common theme. I know the frustration and lack of knowledge of a culture that makes everyone wonder why. Do I recommend you falling in love with someone with the boiling blood of a middle eastern? Do I recommend you falling in love with someone who loves you but the culture cannot fathom you both together?

Actually, I get a lot of emails from non-Arab men. They ask me for advice because they cannot understand how they fell in love with an Arab girl, but her family says no. I do not have an answer for that other than Arabs live in their cultural comfort zones. They love tradition, their culture, their middle eastern heritage, and only understand and want one to be the same.

I know you will say that it is the girl’s choice. I am marrying the girl not the family. Hello! Yes you are marrying the family, but for us Arabs, you are marrying the entire culture! It’s like seeing life in black and white. There is no middle ground for us. If you can break old habits and mesh in some way and be accepted, then you are successful. Otherwise, it is just so hard. It’s like Greeks and Italians and other eastern European countries. It’s a culture that is so intact and close to one another, that it is hard to penetrate.

I do feel your pain though. I really do. However, the other person should have been clear from the beginning before all this escalated to this point. I don’t know what else to say. It’s just a hard situation to deal with. Really hard.

Blah Blah, Culture, They said what?