I have had some people with mocking view points and are deeply unsatisfied that a blogger (me) has an opinion back regarding their (visitor’s) comments. Therefore, out of curiosity, and since many people love to give their opinion and hate that I have one, here is a few questions for you:

1. Why do you read this site?
2. Why does it bother you that I comment back and disagree with you? (I am doing the exact same thing you are doing to me.)
3. If you are so opinionated and think a blogger should accept criticism and any comment, then why don’t you have your own blog?

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Interview one down in Kelowna. How did I do? Meh, same old. I am keeping my fingers crossed on this one, although I wasn’t comfortable. I think because I have not been on an interview for a long time, that I was brain dead. I couldn’t answer very well like I used to, or remember some weird ass programming questions. Although it was simple programming, but I can’t remember things when I am nervous on the top of my head. First time ever I felt this way.

Two guys interviewed me. A programming guy who used to be an instructor, and the co-owner. The co-owner was in his 40’s and was very down to earth. The programming guy was around my age, and he knew too much. Being an instructor made him ask too many questions in proper terms. Obviously, I don’t remember everything. hahaha..

Oh well, like I said, I hope God can hear me now and gives me an opportunity so I can finally get a job, and I can send money to the parents since dad has been unemployed for 3 months or so, and the money saved up is depleting fast. Then soon, I can move them all to this beautiful city and finally settle down. I don’t want my parents to work ever again. It’s my choice and I feel obligated to do so from now on.

Please pray for me people. I REALLY want to settle down. I had enough. I need to enhance my skills and use up my talents. I am tired. I want to work with people and have a stable nice job!

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Almost every day at noon, my brother comes home for lunch. He would be all dressed up and wearing a tie, and thinking he is the engineering king of the world.

He told me this which was a serious conversation that I had to take seriously or else!

He gave me a stern look and said, “Mona, why aren’t you on TV yet? Why aren’t you rich and famous yet?”

I said, “Ahh? I am working on it? You want to help me? You know people that may know people?”

My brother said with an angry tone, “Well, you need to work harder at it. We all know that you are the only person that has the potential to be rich and famous. You need to start making millions so we can all quit our day jobs and work along with you to increase the fortune.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “OK!”

Sure, one day I will be rich and famous..

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I am one of those people who do not use Facebook personally. I only use it for this blog, but my real account, with real people I know and relatives, I deactivated. So my involvement with that part of my world is non-existent because I don’t want to bother with them in this stage of my life. However, some news of some people related to me is not something I wanted to hear at all.

My brother said, “You know our so and so cousins in the US are no longer Muslim? They are Christian now and that’s the religion they have on their Facebook.”

I shockingly said, “You are kidden me right?”

My brother said, “I suspect they eat pork now too, and that’s not including the drinking. I think I glimpsed them doing so in a picture on their Facebook albums.”

I said, “Well, we lived with them and know how they were raised. That’s what happens when you are raised wrong and your step-mom is American and didn’t care to convert. Also they don’t know a word of Arabic. But changed their religion? Seriously?”

My brother said, “Yep, can you imagine how the family would feel if they found out, especially Grandma in Beirut?”

I said, “I am not saying anything. It is sad. Very sad and such a shame to the family.”

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One thing that amazes me with married life is the two opposing sides that are forced into the deal. I am serious. Two families are forced into this proposal, and not two people. With us Arabs, and the rest of the middle eastern family oriented countries, you don’t marry to just be with someone you love and procreate. No. No. The entire family is swept into the deal, and their say of the outcome of the entire wedding and married life involves them more then the two lovebirds.

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What amazes me with Arabs though, that the mothers are directly involved like they are the ones getting married. I heard many horrible stories of mother-in-laws to-be canceling weddings, because of their battle with the other mother, or over stupid material things.

Why the fight?

You would think that two people would cancel the wedding because of various differences, but why do mothers have the final say to cancel the two lovebird’s wedding?

I heard a few stories, and the final result was a devastated girl that refuses to love or marry anyone ever again.

One fight I heard of was a wedding that was canceled because the mother of the bride didn’t want her daughter to pay for half the furniture for the new home. So the mom canceled the wedding.

What kind of mom is that? Ruining her daughter’s happiness because of something the bride wanted to do for her future home?

Another story of a bride who was half way through her wedding reception, got off her chair and walked out in front of everyone. The people were dancing, having a kick ass time, and the bride just walked out after arguing with her mother-in-law during the wedding reception! What kind of wedding night is that?

Yesterday afternoon, my Arab Reuters beloved mother told us of a wedding that is planned for today (Saturday), and was almost canceled. Why? The two mothers fought, and the mother of the groom wanted to cancel the wedding. The father of the groom said no because the invitation cards were already distributed, and people from all over are coming, etc. Why did they fight I wonder?

On speaker phone with mother

Mom excitedly said, “Oh my God, so and so almost canceled the wedding that will take place tomorrow.”

I said, “Why?”

Mom said, “I didn’t hear the entire details, but it was the mother of the groom’s fault.”

My brother said, “Who’s wedding is this?”

I told him who it was, and he gave a disgusting look and screamed, “OOOH! HIM and THAT little bitch!” Then my brother whispered, “that drunken bitch who spends her time in night clubs getting wasted with more trash like her and who knows how many guys she slept with, and that little guy who thinks he is all that?”

I said, “AHA! Yah!! Remember them from University? It’s funny that those people get married first! Trash find each other quickly eh? I think they smell each other a mile away!”

Mom on the line heard half the conversation and said, “why, what is wrong with her and him?”

I said, “I told you mom! There are good Arabs, and the tip of the mountain of garbage Arabs. No wonder the wedding was almost canceled.”

Mom said, “But her dad is a doctor, and they are a big family.”

I said, “So what? What does education have to do with being trash?”

My brother jumped in, “Ewwww. I hate those people. I hope they did cancel the wedding.”

I said, “Mom, go ask people you know about the details of the fight. We would like to know.”

My brother said, “Yaaaah. Stupid trash people! Why they didn’t cancel and save humanity from more trash?”

I laughed so loud. Weddings and moms. Classic tales.

However, nothing beats my story of not being wanted by them mothers because of my skin color. Ah, I wonder what God feels like doing to them because of Arab backwards mentality. Oh Oh!! I know what!

I know this one Arabic chick, who got married before she was 20 because the mother of the guy thought she was so pretty, has very light hazel-green eyes, very white, petite and skinny. Guess how the kids ended up looking? Can we say that genetics play a big role in being tan and brown eyed? How about looking more like the dad than the pretty mom?

You guys don’t understand how happy I am being single and not have to deal with married life, as I am witnessing it now with my brother and his wife, and having a little girl. My God! I have zero patience for all that. I am happy being free to do what I like with no responsibilities. I am like a bird flying around doing nothing but looking down at things. It’s more relaxing. Believe me!

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