Best way to leave home, doesn’t matter how old you are, just tell your folks, and leave.

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I joined Play Balloonacy because I thought it was adorably cute.

What I found intriguing about this site is that I get to visit other blogs and play a bit. It’s way more fun than Entrecard. Entrecard has become so superficial and so many people abused it to the max. I don’t even enjoy dropping cards on other people’s sites. I find it boring and a lot of the blogs that I visited through entrecard are poorly designed, heavy loading, and people don’t understand the concept of simplicity.

Anyways, I picked a Dolphin for my race and named him RebelDolphin. The cool thing about this race that it is not concentrated on blogs only. You can add it to Facebook, MySpace, NetVibes, etc. Also, the winner of the race will win a trip to Ibiza. And we know that Ibiza is not only sinful, but it’s an ISLAND!

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Who said that being a couch potato is bad? Life can be so exciting all from a corner of the couch. All you need is a cell phone and laptop and your life is set. This is what our world have boiled down to. I don’t need anything else.

As long as a person is reachable using any of the modern communications tools than they are set.

What you need to survive the modern world?

1. MSN or GTalk

Everyone is always online using the most popular instant messengers. So you never miss out on the latest buzz. Someone is always online to tell you what’s going on in the world.

2. Cell Phone

Your mobile number is your life. You can make it your life and only source of directly finding you everywhere and anywhere. Yesterday, I had issues with my cell phone. My Fido SIM card was dying so I could not receive or make calls or send SMS.. nothing. Those hours of agony of not being available has made me panic. What if someone called? Like now? I couldn’t even get into my voice mail. That’s how bad it was. Fido customer service were SO sick of me. Calling them 3 times last night and being on the phone for minimum 45 minutes really irritated them, and brought me joy.

3. SMS

Sometimes you don’t need to talk to someone verbally, and SMS is like chatting but quicker and it guarantees that the person will receive the message.

4. Facebook

Although I despise Facebook with all my heart and soul, it seems to be the IT way to communicate with people, and it is usually people you haven’t seen in a while. However, you are in touch with them for the heck of it, and if you didn’t add them, then they think you are a stuck up bitch and think you are all that. I guess I am ALL THAT.

5. Twitter.

Everyone needs a posse and people to stalk. I am allowing it and I like being nosy and knowing what’s up with people and what’s the latest general buzz that is going on. I care if someone is having a bad day. I care if someone is sharing a cool new link with awesome new gadgets. I care if someone is needing help solving a computer problem, etc. I just care because it is amusing to care about something that someone else is doing than real people you know. It’s social networking to the extreme.

That’s all you need.

So yesterday, I got tons of emails and people who kept wondering where I am and if I will ever go back to normal. I had to just make short blurbs on Twitter or else people thought I was dead.

What’s new with me?

1. I was interviewed a couple of weeks ago as a Geek Girl Blogger. The interview was posted yesterday.

2. My back is hurting me still, but my back has moved from a 90 degree angle to a 120 degree. It’s an improvement, yet the pain is still brutal. My dad thinks it is a great time for a vacation, and I said, “if I did ever want a long vacation, I would end up sitting on the couch anyways.”

3. I got an email this morning from a girl I met off the net and she gave me a link to a profile on Facebook from a person in Kuwait that is using my picture. I checked out the profile and saw the person’s friend list and it was all teenage little boys. Either the person who stole my picture is homosexual, or it’s an ugly girl who thought I was better looking than her ugly ass and used my pic to lure men. Don’t worry, I reported the person and I messaged the idiot to take my pic off. Why the hell you people want to steal my pics and make fake profiles? If you want to make a fake profile make a Facebook club for me! I know so many people, bloggers especially, who made their own Facebook fan page. I always wondered why someone is that desperate to be popular? I only want to be popular so I can rule the world from my couch command centre!!

4. My sister got a 92% in English writing. Guess who wrote all her essays?

That’s it for today, yesterday I didn’t blog because I was too tired and the drugs made me sleepy half the day.

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I was bored and checking out other top blogger’s new insights of the world of blog money making. So I was checking out John Chow’s latest article who is also Canadian and a top blogger. So if you are a blogger and you are bored like me and want to know how much your blog is worth, then check out this tool. I find it amusing the number figures that such websites give back to you.

Am I worth that much?

A lot of the questions in the survey were asking about number of incoming traffic, my Google rank which is 4/10 apparently and Alexa traffic rank which resulted in such an exaggerated value!

For sale!

If my website is really worth that much, then hell, I will sell it now! Then I would have to buy some other domain name and start another blog that doesn’t have the words Arab girl in it.

But how do I advertise my site and get so much traffic? That’s for me to know and you to find out!

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Although my mom drives me insane, and vice versa on my part, she will always be funny. She will always provide me good content to write about on my site. Few minutes ago was one of them.

My mom is different, if you think I am a crazy, blunt and a sarcastic person, well, I had to learn from the best, and dear God my mom is 10 times worse than me. People who don’t even know her and just met her can tell that she has charisma and tough.

That’s why I grew up to be defensive and retaliate ever so quickly, it’s cause of HER!

So what did my mom say today that made me laugh so much and think, dear God, I love being the spawn that came out of her!

Mom gets a lot of phone calls and such from people, and few minutes ago was pretty funny. It was a lady who wanted something for a wedding that is in the end of July, and my mom is going to Lebanon next week for 5 weeks. So she kept telling her I WON’T BE HERE! Why you people in a hurry?

After she ended the call and she was helping me iron something so delicate to wear for the wedding I am going to in a few hours, she then sits there talking to me so loud in utter disgust and I am like wow.

This is a rough translation. Obviously my mom only speaks Arabic to me!

She said, “Arab men in Canada are wusses! They are spoiled brats and want their moms to do everything for them. Even find them a bride. Who the hell picks a bride from a picture!? That’s the stupidest thing that people are doing till now. What year is this? I didn’t even do that. Our family is not that stupid. You want to get married, YOU find SOMEONE! Not your mom.”

I looked at her with eyes wide open and shock. She was talking about a particular stupid ass hole that we ALL know and hate through my blog.

You know what’s funny? My ex-boss is hilarious. I see him every week for lunch. Although in the back of his head he still thinks he is my boss, and I still think he is my boss, but him suggesting that I should just take the rest of the afternoon off yesterday and relax was completely funny. I was like ah? Anyways, he just works downtown and it is easy for me to go meet up with him for lunch. So yesterday morning on the phone he asks me where I wanted to go for lunch, and I didn’t really care. As long as I eat. So he said, “anywhere but this Shawarma place.” I thought, aah.. ok. I wasn’t in the mood for Shawarma to even suggest it. He then said, “I don’t want to see HIM anymore. I am sick of it. The first time was a fluke, but not again at the same place. He hangs out there.” Every time he mentions him I just laugh. I feel he hates him more than me, but I have an excuse. A bloody long excuse. But my ex-boss? Well? I think it is just a mutual agreement.

Then I told my best friend Lisa about it, and she said, “aren’t you afraid to see him? Like ever? In the street. He lives in your city! The chances are so high.”

I kept thinking about it and wondering what if? But then again, meh. I wouldn’t cry about it, and just look at him in disgust. That’s about it.

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Right before going to the gym I checked my email from my mobile and I read this amazing comment that a guy who was searching on Google “I want an Arab wife” from the UK, and he happened to end up at my blog http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&q=i+want+an++arab+wife&meta=

I read it and I got excited! My heart was racing, and all through the hour of work out I was thinking of what to reply. What to REPLY to this guy. Oh my God I haven’t had such great hate mail for weeks that deserved an entire POST!

This is what Yassir said, and he was replying to my previous post, and I didn’t approve it. I didn’t want to. This is better!

Author : Yasir
(IP: 86.166.98.234,
host86-166-98-234.range86-166.btcentralplus.com)
E-mail: ym252@cam.ac.uk
URL:
Whois:
http://ws.arin.net/cgi-bin/whois.pl?queryinput=86.166.98.234

Comment:

You need to get a life. I came accross this site researching on the feasibility of marrying a bride from the Arab world. I read that article of yours detailing your mother ranting at you et cetera, and then I fast forward one year and find you are still writing pointless articles. I dont know you, dont think I want to know mind you, but I have some altuistic advice for you as a fellow human. Switch off your blog, step away from the computer and experience the real world. Go hiking or something. May be that will solve what has evidently become a case of unprodcuctive, fruitless pavlovian conditioning that you call a blog; some plastic chitter chatter to an electronic screen. I know you aren’t going to listen to me - so just remember this. It seems (from the one and half articles I’ve read) that you’re too far imbued in your current life for this to have any effect. But when you do marry and have kids, you’ll realise what you don’t know now. I don’t mean to be cryptic or anything but its the only subtle way of putting it.

My only reply is this. Sorry that I disappointed you and made you hate my site in the 36 minutes 36 seconds that you were on it trying to figure out how to get a mail order Arab bride. Try Russians.

Ps. I had to fix your spelling Yasir. It is altruistic not altuistic.

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Or he will eat you!

It’s Friday night. Who wants to blog?

Not even this sloth can keep its eyes open anymore, although it is lazy and well, really lazy.

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I was stumbling and I came across this and I cracked up so hard. I never laughed so much in a long time.. this was just ingenious and true!!

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I was pretty stunned and I spent the rest of the afternoon laughing. So, what happened today? Well, I went downtown to meet up with my ex-boss for lunch. Oh, also as I was walking a homeless guy came up to me and asked for change. And you know me and homeless people. I NEVER say no EVER! I usually buy them food when I am in the market or somewhere where there is food stand. So I just gave him a $5 bill and his face glowed from the shock. I smiled back and said, “your welcome.”

Anyways, my ex-boss came out and then we started walking to find a place to eat, and then he asks me something really really weird.

He said, “how do you say worm in Arabic?”

I said, “hmm… why? You know someone that looks like a worm? Worm is ‘duda’ in Arabic.

He said, “yah. I saw a Duda last week. A pretty disgusting one too.”

I said, “what? Who?”

He said, “I was just going to grab a shawarma and I saw HIM! You know.. and he just came up to me, and started a conversation and I couldn’t figure out who he was. His head was shaved and he looked nasty, like a worm. That’s what I am calling him from now on.”

I said, “ok…”

What was I supposed to say? I just started laughing in my head. I know I hate his guts for a million and a half reasons, but hearing it from my ex-boss was beyond hilarious that I had to share it with the world. I wanted to say to him, “yah.. I agree! That’s why he is such a loser and getting engaged to some girl he doesn’t know from far away in another country cause no girl here would want him.”

Seriously.. good riddance to bad rubbish. Bleaaaah.. Oh by the way, I REALLY hate guys who shave their heads or smoke or drink or whatever AND are lying mother fucking bastards.

Yes I am prejudice. SUE ME!

Oh well.. that was the highlight of my day!

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