Every single day, I have to do the inevitable deed of checking my emails. The emails I receive from this blog are funny, really. Actually, any email now a days that you get from another human being is really funny. People still spend time writing emails? Emails are so last year! But hey, for some it is still the solid sure way to get an answer.

Aha, and I will give them an answer alright!

New Rule

Any email that you send me through my blog and any comment you post on this blog is mine. I can do whatever I want with it. I can post the email (but I am nice and I will ask you first sometimes), and I will delete comments whenever I want.

I am the one that maintains this website. I pay for the domain name and monthly hosting. Therefore, I can do whatever.

You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t owe you anything.

I am Not Hot

I have been getting some weird emails lately. I will post some, but no names.

Dude 1

hello girls just want tell im very kind person quit very shy and helpfull if youe intresting in my personalty pleae you could contact my eamil address i will not dispoint you meny thanks

My answer: I thought the blog’s title was Rebellious Arab Girl, and not Rebellious Arab Girls. And I am only interested in people who spell don’t worse than a 3rd grader.

Dude 2

Hello dear. My name is XXXX. I receive yout comment and wish to contact you. I am living in Jeddah looking for a hot girl for longterm relationship. Please reply. And if u need my picture then please ask.

My answer: Of course I need a picture to prove that you are worthy to drag around a mannequin under your arms!

Dude 3

how i can marry an arab girl

My answer: ???

I got a lot more weird ones, but some of them are just people who blog hop and have no idea where they are and who they are talking to.

Blah Blah, Random Thoughts, Ranting as usual!, They said what?, Whatever!

I was watching Jeopardy yesterday, and one of the questions was pertaining to one of Alfred Hitchcock’s movies Oscar winning song with the words “When I was just a little girl.” Obviously, I knew the answer and said to myself, “Gosh! I haven’t heard that in a long time.” So I picked it for this week’s Tuesday music tune.

I have a very eccentric selection of songs that are stuck in my head. I don’t like a certain genre only, and I always memorize and only listen to songs that have a meaning behind it. The music is moving, the words make you think, and everything about the song is chilling. It also gives you comfort that someone else out there thinks like you.

This song I know by heart, because I used to hear it when I was little, and now as I am way older, I still listen to it when I am contemplating life, and wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

So, what is wrong with me? Why am I not like other girls and have the same ideology as them? I may have the same questions, but my answers are way different. However, like everyone else, I rather live my life as whatever will be will be.

I enjoy listening to this version the most. I like the blues… and I just need a glass and a sheesha to go along with it to complete the mood.

Ps. I don’t drink or smoke. However, most people think I do because I am always out of it all the time!

My taste of Music, Random Thoughts

See what happens when I work with more than 85% women in one place? I get grilled with many questions, and my answers are either told after a 5 second pause in order to think of something that is not too personal and reveal my evil side, or blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind.

You guys know I am stubborn and very opinionated, so whatever comes out of my mouth is usually a very stern opinion that has its reasons. So, one lady that is beyond joyful and upbeat (freaky I know!), who has children almost my age asked me the following question:

“Mona, so how old are you?”

I said smiling, “I am 29.”

She said, “Oh dear, you are still a baby!”

In my head I was like fuck! I am not a baby, or even that young! It’s 29!! Not 19! Uff.

Then she asked, “Well, are you planning to get married?”

I unconsciously replied back, “No. Never.”

She said, “My kids are like that too. What’s wrong with your generation?”

I said, “Who wants to get married and raise kids in this world? Look at how corrupt it is.”

I wanted to start blaming her generation, but I didn’t want to appear more evil than I already am.

She said, “It doesn’t matter. It’s your choice how you raise your kids.”

I said, “Of course it is, but I cannot prevent them and lock them up forever so they won’t get affected by the outside capitalistic materialistic chauvinistic selfish world.”

She said, “True.”

Then I walked away, and I did not want to continue that conversation, because it will lead me to an endless argument. It would be an argument that philosophers (me) would classify as the following: “The biggest generation gap in history of thinking endless argument!”

Adults born before 1980! Funny and living in happy town. Young Adults! Confused. Unfortunately, some tend to rebel cause they have to find fault in everything. Sucks to be me.

Blah Blah, Random Thoughts, Ranting as usual!, They said what?, Whatever!

I have been running a weekly poll on my sidebar for a few days, and so far, the highest percentage of people’s votes are going toward the option “I don’t live a double life”.

I don’t know if I am convinced by such poor results so far. Was it a trick question? So, for those that still haven’t voted, please be honest with yourself and vote truthfully. It is just a poll, no one will know that you voted. I just want to know an overall more convincing percentage with several votes, and maybe others are curious as well to the way people are really living their lives.

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They said what?, Whatever!

Some people continue wanting to get in touch with me.

Some people keep sending me SMS thinking, “oh, things are normal again. Been a few days, and she must have forgotten.”

Some people have no idea that I am serious, very revengeful and I would rather be left alone.

I really like being left alone. I don’t want to talk to people, or know their stories, or fill my brain with too many thoughts about someone else and forget me.

Can people leave me alone and let me concentrate on my life?

I am a bad friend and should never have friends.

I am a bad listener.

I am just a bad person who needs to be left alone and forgotten about.

I want my space.

I want to re-evalaute everything about me.

I want to find out my mistakes.

I want to correct my life.

I do not give a crap who reads my blog and what they think of me after so many years.

I just want to be left alone for a very long time till this phase ends.

Is that too much to ask?

Angry, Blah Blah, Random Thoughts, Ranting as usual!, Thank you, They said what?, Whatever!