That’s my advice for today! lol

Last Saturday, not yesterday, a week ago, I was bored and I decided to try my luck again with job hunting. I don’t even know why, but companies usually don’t answer right away or even answer. By the same day, not even an hour later, I got an answer from one asking for an interview. I was stunned. Then the next evening, the past Sunday, I got another one that asked me to come the next day, even at the lunch hour to talk. I was like ok?

So I went on Monday. It was a small business, not even 7 people, but the owner had a desperate way of asking me to come work. After conversing, and you guys know me! I think big, I love to organize the business, and I love to make things easy for the end user to utilize. The owner said, I will pay you the exact same salary you are getting now, and parking is free. So I am saving on parking? Wow! It was such an intriguing offer to leave my current job for that. Not only that, he wanted me to do management level work and development. I was like you are kidden me? Management work with this salary? So I told him no on the Tuesday.

He was not happy.

Did I mention that I didn’t go to the first interview with the company that answered me first because they won’t even pay close to what I am getting? But I will be getting an amazing atmosphere! Wow! Pay cut to work at God’s who knows place.

So back to the first employer. I said, “No thank you. This is not a career move that makes sense to me at the moment… blah blah…. ” I got a reply back with a very angry desperate tone. I told him I am too busy to think now, maybe I will have a definite answer in the end of the week.

What would you guys think when I said, “yeah whatever, I will answer you later?” REJECTION!

Friday came, and guess who emails me at 8:00 am? HIM asking if I thought about it and want to work for him. I was like dude, I appreciate the consideration, but no.

I knew a guy a few months ago who had the same approach in wanting to date me and I kept saying no, but he didn’t get it that I was not interested in him that way. He wasn’t my type. Now, this reminds me, earlier this week, my new co-worker, a very nice girl around my age asked me, “So what is your type of guy Mona?” That came as a surprise because I didn’t have an answer. I started with labeling some physical features, but then I kept thinking that it is wrong to judge someone on how they look. Then I kept changing my mind to stuff more related to how I looked. Tall, round face, olive skinned, educated, etc. She told me, “You love your self!” I said with a confused look, “I guess so… ”

Hmm yeah… Well, yesterday at the mall, I got my second ear re-pierced. Yes, now I have 4 active piercings. 1 was closed, and I re-opened it. Now I look like my old self. I still want to get one more piercing at the top of my left ear, but I can wait. I would pierce my nose, but then I would look Indian and I would itch my nose all the time. lol

So yeah, I had an interesting week. Sort of.

I know, a lot of lame comments I get. It’s better if I don’t write a lot to sway the attention for me, but I do appreciate all that still remember me.

Where have I been? Well, watching movies, staying warm, and going to work and hiding in my own office trying to stay warm. It it just the typical winter day.

I have been calm lately. I didn’t want to write because really, what is there to say? I am cold. I am Arab. This is not the weather that my body has evolved to over the years to withstand. I am supposed to be basking in the dessert heat, chilaxin with a camel and eating cactus. Wait, isn’t that a stereotype or just a dream?

What would be my dream right now? I would be lounging in a tropical area or dessert and looking at the clear skies thanking God I am still alive to enjoy it.

Where do you see your self right now?

How is everyone doing? I feel a bit mellow today. I just want to lay back and do nothing. I feel it has been a long hard week. That’s my life every week. Once I reach the end of it I am like dear God! Then it all starts over again on Monday. Oh well!

I was looking at my archives and my emails, and I can’t believe I started my first blog entry in 2005. I don’t even remember 2005. I don’t even remember what I did yesterday, which makes me glad that I do have a blog and I can document my life. Even though I do come across as a pessimist, but I just speak my mind. Every body when they really say what is on their mind then it comes across as not so nice.

I have learned a lot about criticism and rejection from this blog. It helps in life because it really teaches you how to deal with people of every walk of life. I remember when I had my first website back in early 2000 or 1999, and people out of no where did not like me. I didn’t understand why. What was I saying that people didn’t like? I had to learn the very hard way that the truth is not acceptable. Speaking your mind and being who you are is frowned upon. I think I stopped caring in 2006/2007 when I realized that people actually spent their valuable time making hate websites about me and stealing my pictures as well.

I guess you can be loved in different ways.

What is so appealing about my blog and way of writing? Is it just the hard truth? Is it the things that people frown upon and I discuss it? I don’t do anything wrong in life. I am very honest and I learned that honestly is the best solution to all my problems. I sleep well at night. I don’t think and re-think over and over. I don’t hide anything. I am an open book and I learned to live life day by day.

If I have been ignoring or not answering your email, then I do apologize. I am just at a loss of word sometimes. (Yeah! ME!) Also, I do not want to put any advertisements or promote any products. I get a lot of those emails, and I don’t want to clutter my website. I want to redesign it one day, if I have time, and try to be a rebellious Arab girl with a different theme and point of view. For now, let’s all stick to this and see how it goes. It is only the first week of January and things are crazy already. It’s a leap year. It’s 2012. I wonder what scary movie they have up the works on December 12, 2012.

My brain is unstable. I really need more coffee eh?

Time for me to find something to do. Peace!

Wasn’t I complaining yesterday? Well God reads my blog and told companies to call me and meet with me ASAP today! So I did. I can’t believe that I just left work for an hour and met some owner of some start-up company. They look at my resume and listen to me talk and they are baffled. I hide behind a mask. Too bad the position doesn’t pay what I want and it is only 6 months. I was like dude, I got a full time position, crappy, but at least full time. The offer is not that appealing. And he kept saying, well I would hire you know because I like you. (He is WAY too good looking. Total eye candy. Too distracting in a very small company. I would never accept it. Maybe in a different universe.)

So that was my adventure for today. 9 years of experience and hell, I should move to another city and end my misery from this one. Companies here don’t want to pay but suck the blood out of you.

At least I am still desired for my brains.

Anyways, on a more serious note. I get a lot of people emailing or commenting that I am a pessimist, my blog sucks, etc, whatever. Why do you keep reading it if you don’t like it? Why comment on the negatives and never comment on anything else? You guys are giving me second doubts why I opened up this blog again, but you know, I don’t care. I am just mentioning it because I can. Most people hate me because it is my blog and I exercise dictatorship to its full power here. Most people think it’s quite offensive and so wrong, but I don’t care. I don’t go to anyone’s blog or say anything nasty at all to them. It’s not my style and very childish. Oh, I guess I have to end this post with telling all those haters to GROW UP!

Smile! I have to go to work tomorrow. I will learn to survive 6 – 7 day work week for no clear end goal whatsoever.

I will stop complaining now.

I made a new year’s resolution. I want to be mean to some random stranger on the Internet. I am always the victim. I am always given horrible traits and people make judgments without knowing me. I want to do it too!!!

So, who wants to be a volunteer?

I guess no one wants to raise their hands. I don’t blame you guys. I cannot for the life of me go to any person’s websites and be mean to them. I can’t even say anything if I am not satisfied with their opinion. I just go on to the next site and not bother. It’s called turning the other cheek and ignoring.

I don’t know what to do this new year. I want to make a diary of tasks I want to do every month. I want to check them off to see if I can achieve any of them. I need to get my self a journal or task book or whatever and start my journey. I have to start doing something different and check it off my bucket list of things to do this year.

Didn’t the Mayans predict we will die this year!! It will be all over! Oh well. I might as well do something in the meantime!!

What should the Rebellious Girl do?

I am enjoying it for many reasons, but the primary reason because it is almost over! Worst year ever! But I just brush it off and move on. I don’t even remember what happened this year to make it memorable. I think I am just going to lay low today and sleep through next year. I honestly don’t care about celebrating any new year. I never did and I hate staying up.

I am so negative! But think about, according to my Capricorn 2012 forecast, 2012 will suck! I am going to sleep right though it and lay low this upcoming year.

Happy new years to everyone!

i was reading your blog about rebelious arab girl have no idea how i managed to come across such a shallow page, however i sympathise for you because surely your a very insecure individual with serious depression and negativity to come up with such a silly thing, i was born arabian (alhamdullah) my mother is iraqi and my father is lebanese/palestinian, the way i have been brought up has nothing to do with who i am, i grew up in the Uk and i get away with things no race on earth could possibly get away with because my parents are very undersanding and caring, thing is i dont choose to do any rebelious acts because i am a muslimah and nothing on this planet not even love can get between my religion, ive seen plenty of rebelious bitches that are pregnant from there silly acts and your telling me there happier than i am? naa i would rather stay a virgin and get married to one very sexy ARAB guy than lay around getting played about my europeans who are using me for one thing and one thing only. bottom line is your one unsatisfied ugly bitch that stares at her self day in and day out in the mirror trying to find an answer to why you dont fit into your roots, majorly because arabs are beautiful and perfect and you look nothing like them so obviously there going to pick on you

sorry for my honesty
Timaa stunninger arab

And I agree. I am a hideous ugly bitch who is rebellious and screws around all day with guys. I have been pregnant 10 times and every time I had an abortion and I am going to hell for killing 10 lives. Hence, that is exactly what Rebellious means.

God help you.

So, let me explain to you what an Arab really is. You see, us Arabs are culturally reserved and justify everything with old conservative traditions mixed with religion. But you know, we do like all sort of people, especially other Arabs. Almost everyone in our neighbouring area is our cousin of some sort. So if you see us arguing with someone, it is usually someone we know and related to us. We like to discuss world politics and problems, but we don’t really get out of our comfort zone and do something totally different, but use violence instead.

We go to work, raise the kids, and force them to be doctors or engineers if they are a boy. If it’s a girl, then she is luckier, she has to still be educated and be married at 21, but before then is way better. Arab girls my age usually have teenagers by now.

Really, Arabs are cool. They are just misunderstood because they are so passionate about the little things that really have no significant value, but they are important to them. We like to be loud in public and we are the ones that say Bebsi and not Pepsi. We have heavy accents and we translate things in our head purely from Arabic to English without realizing that no one is understanding us and think we are demented.

We like being Arabs! 80%+ of us are Muslims and the Quran is written in the language that we speak and write. We have rich culture and history and we are happy how we turned out. We live our lives in peace and only care who is getting married next, who graduated first, and if the grandkids are fed and raised properly. We are just like any other culture.

We love who we are. Really. But it is so funny because the Arab world occupies over 13,000,000 square kilometres of land mass and we still live in diaspora and leave our homelands. We just like to be all over the place and never satisfied sometimes.

I could say more, but I will get hate mail right now. Oh well. I like being an Arab. It’s in my blood and no matter how much you try to change your self, no matter where you live, you cannot change or deny being one. It’s awesome!

Peace!