Should I move to this city? Seriously, look at the view of the city of Kelowna from barely top of one little mountain.

Yesterday was an official holiday in Canada, and everyone had the day off. Where do you think everyone was at? You guessed it, every beach in the area!

In the afternoon, we went to another town that is 20 minutes by car called Vernon. The place is gorgeous. The highway to there is right next to a lake called Kalamalka, which in Native means different colours. Something like that. So you can see multiple colours of blue. As we were driving, I snapped a couple of pictures of the lake and the amazing shades of blue.

We arrived at a beach in Vernon, and we ate lunch there on a picnic table. We brought with us egg salad and veggie & cheese sandwiches, lots of drinks, and fruits. The sun here burns your skin within 2 minutes. I usually don’t wear sun screen much, but I had to. My hands instantly turned red and I felt a burning sensation. I couldn’t believe how strong the UV rays from the sun are over here. The sand was even hotter. I couldn’t walk on the sand at all. I had to keep my sandals on. However, no humidity and the view is amazing!

Later at night, we went to downtown and we spent around 15 minutes looking for a parking spot. The tow truck drivers, most of them are Natives, had so much fun towing cars that are parked illegally. Did I mention that people in Kelowna can’t drive? They make up their own driving rules! You have to be extra careful and alert when driving around here.

So, we went to the park area where all the hotels and tourists are at. Did I mention that almost everyone in the city was there? Even from near by cities. What amazed me about last night is that I saw mostly old people, and drunk & doped up teenagers. I don’t really care if people get drunk, but little teens drunk? They were all walking along the park screaming, “Yaay Canada! Love Canada! Wohoo Canada!”

As it got darker, which was around 10:00 pm, more boats approached the middle of the lake. That is where the fireworks blasted from, and everyone wanted a front view of the action.

Like I said, the teenagers here are weird. My sister was so surprised that people around her age are a bit “weird.” She found everyone odd here. I don’t blame her. The people here are way more open, and the city is not as conservative as London. What happens if she went to Montreal again at her age now? That city is a bit crazy too!

I guess teenagers are celebrating pot country. What I noticed is that many bikers were here yesterday as well. The teenagers however were having a kick ass time in pot country. I snapped one of the teenagers that kept going back and forth with his herbal leaf flag. I guess he was proud to be high all the time.

Before the fireworks started, some drunk and overly high girl on her bicycle came by screaming, “Americans leave! This is fucking Canada day! Go back home! This is our country!” I looked at my sister and told her, “I think she was talking to you, because you are American. I wonder how she knew that?” My sister was born in USA and she didn’t like my comment. Go figure. She hates my sarcasm.

Anyways, this girl was something else. She stripped for everyone! It seems she just came from the beach and was all wet. She had sand stuck every where on her body. She kept screaming and complaining that the sand is stuck in certain cracks in her body, and she didn’t want anyone to look at her. She kept screaming, “DON’T FUCKING LOOK AT ME! EVERYONE FUCKING DON’T LOOK AT ME!” She was a drunk teenage stripper. I didn’t care really. By that time of the night, I was semi-high from inhaling all that pot. Every other person, even adults, were smoking it. Everyone knows me, I don’t need certain supplements to enhance my craziness and talking like a drunk. Caffeine is enough, but inhaling that shit made it worse!

Obviously, all this adventure scared the hell out of my sister. She kept huddling around us and kept saying, “I want to go home. I want mommy!” After the fireworks show, everyone there who wasn’t 100% drunk, got up and started walking really fast out of the park area. Hahaha!

It took us over an hour to get out of downtown, and my brother only lives 5 minutes away. The traffic was insane and so many cops, firetrucks, ambulances, and the news this morning reported that 40 people were arrested, and a boat got stolen too while we were there in that park. It was AWESOME! My sister didn’t think so, and in the car while driving back last night, I was talking so much and so hyper, she kept screaming at me and telling me to stop. I guess I scared her even more!

When we got back home, she was so scared, she started crying and demanded to go home to London. She never seen this craziness before. I told her, “Man, you live in Canada. You were born in the Western world! You think this was weird? This is normal! Get used to it!”

That was a fun Canada Day.

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I am traveling somewhere in Canada! I am such a sneaky little devil. I waited till I boarded the plane and ready to leave before I told you all. I wrote this post last night, but timed it to be published now. If you are following my Twitter account and Twitpic album, then you will get updated live with some messages and pictures that I am FAR AWAY FROM THIS CITY and I AM NOT LYING!

*Doing a Mona dance*

Yes, I caved in, and I’m my little sister’s only escort to the west where my brother lives. I was forced to go, and I said last Monday morning, “Fine, I will go. This could be FUN cause I am sick and tired of being here! I will book it now for next week, because the tickets are a bit cheaper!” Yes, the west of Canada! Far far far away! 2443.99 miles or 3933.22 km from London!

I am not going to be telling anyone when I will be back, but it will be a while!

Expect the unexpected and lots of pics!

Leaving on a jet plane – chantal kreviazuk

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For the past three days, all I have been doing is spending more time to my self. I have been doing the one thing I am extremely good at in my life and enjoying it, yep, drawing. I won numerous awards when I was in highschool, and I used my art skills and transferred them to digital art. However, I feel that nothing beats a pencil, a drawing pad, and black chalk.

I have some sketchpads, and I am trying to to keep each one to have its own theme. This one I am working on is only for animals. All I can say is thank God for Flickr. I just browse through it and draw whatever animal that pops up that looks cute.

Tell me what you think! Click on the images to see it bigger.

What animal should I draw next? Hmm . . .

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Since the birth of my blog, I don’t think I have posted positive emails from people. I usually put the negative stupid ones and make fun of them. However, why not the nice ones? Why can’t I recognize cute emails? I actually get a lot of those.

If you are wondering what the title QTΠs says, it is a cute mathematical way of saying Cutie Pies! Sorry that the pi symbol looks wierd on here.. Could be the font.

QTΠ Amina said,

Hi! My friend send me a link to your blog, and I have 2 say I am impressed. Your writing is deep, and you sure have a lot to write about. I love the way you balance values with liberal thinking. I also share your cynical views about love – there’s nothing called love, it’s all lust from his side/wanting 2 be appreciated from her side (& in the end Arab guy gets a little bit extra money and marries 2nd, 3rd, 4th time. You can tell I am as m3a2ada as u are if not more). I’m a writer too – though I write about what life taught me more than I narrate specifics about my personal life (and since that falls under ‘advice’ I’m sure you won’t be interested). I used to keep a blog until the silence got so depressing so I stuck with writing for my friends on Facebook. Anyhow, keep blogging, take care.

QTΠ Salem said,

Keep up the good work! I came across this site almost by coincidence and I have been saying the same things about Arab culture and just being Arab for a while now. I do not subscribe to the general Arab youth culture and I can relate to being a Canadian born of Palestinian ethnicity. All in all kudos! It means a lot that there is more then a hand full of Arabs who take pride in who they are , but at the same time notice that their own people are entirely misinformed and ignorant as much as any western Canadian.

QTΠ Mariam said,

I liked your website mona. I liked your personality, your way of voicing your opinions. I hope we will be friends.I’m 22years old.for the moment I’m doing master studies here in Malaga, Spain.I’m an arab girl just like you.identity moroccan.love you mona

QTΠ Khalid said,

hi dear,
great to know that a young and lovely Arab girl like you has come so daring,i am your fan from India.Ready for any help in India if needed.

QTΠ Diggy said,

Heya!

Couldn’t help but laugh at you saying you are not a dating site
You are rather good-looking

I’ve been looking at blogs and things since I started internet marketing 6 months ago. I like you wordpress template you made, looks very stylish especially the header.

I’m still reaching myself, but like you, I like my blog as an outlet for me thoughts and ideas. Nice to reflect back on.

There are so many aspects to life
Anyhoo…Im following your posts so hope to read more soon

Have a great day

QTΠ Hafiz said,

It’s a great website. I wish you keep it up.
We all need to be rebellious in this time of madness and unfairness.
I liked your website look and structure and you must do designing beside programming. I’m truly wish you all the luck.

Regards.

I got more.. and many nice ones are posted on my Facebook wall page. I really appreciate each and everyone of you. You guys make me smile and lift up my spirits. I hope that my writing has touched your hearts and you visit my site because you appreciate me writing about real issues. I am thankful that I got a group of people following and reading. I know many of you don’t ever agree with what I write, but you will read it to understand that someone out there has different problems or thoughts.

Thanks again.. your support and cute emails always cheer me up!

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Sometimes, I look at my self, and the people around me and wonder, why some people only remember you or think about you when you are feeling miserable? Why can’t people remember you if you are feeling great?

Right now I am feeling great, but no one will care or say, “hey.. can I join your celebration?” Everyone will ignore this post and think to themselves, “what’s wrong with her? What’s there to be happy about?”

I am happy. Blah blah! I am happy. Blah blah! Do I have to have a reason for it, or only when I am miserable people will start to care?

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