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.

Anyways, I have been having a horrible week. My work sucks ass. I work with a bunch of crazy people. I don’t even want to discuss it anymore than that. Crazy crazy. I am learning to ignore people at work really well.

So what’s new with the world? I spent it being pissed off that I don’t read news, don’t care but watch pointless TV shows so I don’t think or bother with the world. Ahh, life is tough for a rebellious arab girl. I am discovering that I am far too rebellious that I need to tone it down and not bother with anything. I want to stop caring about the world and everything in it and just focus on the number one priority, me.

It’s good to be self absorbed sometimes.

Therefore, this is the reply I got and I was like WTF is wrong with men!

Doesn’t matter, dear. Don’t get me wrong. It’s about your cold and arrogant attitude at that point in time. I felt it and it didn’t feel very good.

So then you are saying you talked to me like I am an idiot just because you “thought” I was younger than you. Are you the type that judges men by their age?

Usually that type is self sufficient and plus they do bad things themselves, thats why they are that judgmental.

Maybe you are the type that dates black guys (sorry but this I don’t like)…just like you women are prejudiced about age.
Maybe you sleep around with you canadian office people. you know office mentality.
You look like you are single. So maybe there is a good reason for that.

So never mind my age dear.

don’t i have enought life experience for a 36 y.o. lol I have been places and i know people…but I always give them a chance to improve, especially the first impressions.

I would like to get to know you, only if you will have enough patience to let me. Together we can change a few things.

talk to you soon.

And I replied to him saying:

Wow. I love your judgment. By the way, I was talking to you back and forth before I added you and I didn’t even know or care about your age. You mentioned your age, and I saw your profile and it didn’t match. Therefore I mentioned it. If you took offense of it and then judged me to the most extreme sinful disgusting point of anyone’s life then sorry I even mentioned it.

I am sorry I even bothered or replied to you. And thank you for judging me.

-Mona

Dear God! What is wrong with my life! He insults me and still wants to give it a chance. WTF is wrong with ARAB GUYS!! No wonder I am single, because Arab men are F@#$@! UP!

I don’t know why people are still dwelling over skin colour. I am dark. I am very tan. I am an exact replica of an Arab living in the midst of the Arabian peninsula. I define the olive dark tone of a real Arab.

White Arabs are fake.

Blah! My dad is fake and half my family is mixed by all those other civilizations that conquered my people. Being dark is awesome!!

Solidarity to the coloured!!

Let me guys tell you something. I don’t care about education, because I have met the smartest non-educated people our there, and the stupidest most educated people. I find that books, random useless knowledge, or the level of education has nothing to do with life. How can you communicate with people? Is that taught in a book, or seen on TV? How do you present your self to others? Is that written in a magazine, or seen in the theater?

I didn’t think so.

I just find it very hard to believe that what I say, as a random stranger’s opinion that will never effect your life in any way, be such demeaning and offensive. What do I say in here that makes you so angry?

If I go around the internet and barely open a nice looking popular blog, then maybe I would feel a bit offended or questioning the real motives behind it. You know why? Because they stand for something. They believe in something. They have the will power to stand for what they believe in and use any method to continue on. Some are very rich, from what? Writing? Yes, writing what they believe in and not bothering with anyone. They reached high levels while others are hating.

I know I have been neglecting this blog as of late. I had my reasons, but today, I decided that I need to go back to the way things were. My life is very rigid right now because I tried so hard to change it to a way that I wasn’t really comfortable with. So I might as well go back to something I am familiar with and start from point zero again.

P.S. I am not very smart. If I was smart I would have published a book by now and be signing autographs instead of being stuck in a dead end job.

We live and learn people. We live and learn!

This new Pakistani guy at my work looks like he is in his mid to late 30′s. His last name cannot be more obvious that he is Muslim. However, Ramadan started 2 days ago, and this is the 3rd, and he doesn’t fast.

I am the last person to approach others and tell them why. People have their excuses, but for goodness sake, you know better! When he first started he kept asking me a million and a half questions about me. I am Arab. I am Muslim, and any other question. So out of respect, he sees that I am not indulging in my morning cup of java, nor am I eating lunch, then he should at least be considerate.

I am used to this life living in the Western world, and surrounded by non-Muslims, and it never affected me that they are eating. I never was pressured or felt like “why me!” However, seeing it from a “Muslim” brother as we love to label one another as, then I find it hard to take. Also, I start to quickly lose any respect I had for them.

I know many of you have asked me on Twitter if he is sick or whatever. I said that I do not think he is, because he goes to the gym every morning, and never mentioned to me (oh he talks a lot about him self and asks questions) that he is under any form of medication. Therefore, what is the excuse? Do I want to know?

So, I told my sister about it yesterday, and her answer is, “He is probably white washed. Are you sure he is Muslim?” I said, “He can’t be any more obvious from his name.”

All this have taught me one thing, the world is slowly diminishing to a vast whole of people with empty souls. They are losing their religion and faith, and I think the next generation will only get worse because their parents set a very bad example.

After a few milliseconds I think to my self, “Did I make them read it? Are they paying daily subscription prices and I have to compensate them? Were they reading my blog so I can satisfy their egos?”

All I can reply back with is a big fat YAWN!

P.S. When I was searching through Flickr for a picture of someone yawning, I started yawning uncontrollably. Yawning is very contagious. Try it if you feel like sleeping.

Oh my Lord! I have not had any hate mail or any form of negative criticism in a while!

You guys make me super happy. And for this guy who figured out my real motives and my medical needs, well, all I can say is, “Grazie!! Ti amo!”

Your Name:   Common Sense
Email:  melon_mec3@hotmail.com

Dear Rebellious Arab Chick,

What is wrong with you? I can understand your frustrations but why would you make a career out of this. Whats next…anti-arab merchandise???????

My dear you dont a website…what you need is to lie on a nice couch and spew all your insecurities to a psychiatrist…..

I don’t know if you knows this but arabs weren’t built in an assembly line…they come in different sizes, colors and walks of life….but you wouldn’t know that since you’re too busy trashing your own.

Yes we have problems but thats the result of “devious socio-economic conditions” imposed by evil western nations….

The other day you where complaining that arab guys like to imitate movies like the Godfather but thats every North American Male’s fantasy…that and scarface…

Right now I’m havig second thoughts about emailing you because for all I know you could be some Israelie linguist creating this blog for ‘Negative PR” purposes

…Or you’re probably some pathetic girl just hngry for attention…

What I’m trying to say is “Get a life”..take everything with stride, try to assimilate, and have a positive attitude towards life.

Some of you really love to put that sour icing on that moldy cake!

What did you expect? A blog about some badly raised, unethical, backstabbing, two faced, living a double life Arab girl? Sorry, I suggest you guys unsubscribe from my email newsletters and RSS if you were “thinking” that. I can’t offer that. I am a lazy girl, and I can’t bring my self to act with such fakeness.

I am not rebelling against culture, or made this blog as a secret diary. I could care less most of the time who reads it or it is up to standards to the rest of the world. I am not writing to satisfy anyone. I am writing for anyone who wants to read what I have to say. That’s all!

Objects in the Mirror are Farther than they Appear

If I describe to you how bad some Arab girls I knew in the past are, you would think I am lying. I knew girls that slept with more guys in a month than people in the Western world did in their lifetime. I think Sex in the City is a joke to them when they watch it.

I am not like that. I was not affected by the people around me. This Western life did not even rub its effects on me, and I have no reason to defy the way I was raised. I choose my own path in life. I even confronted some of those girls and told them, “Aren’t you afraid of diseases?” But obviously, they don’t care or ever think about it because their parents don’t know or even bother to discuss such issues. They assume they don’t need to or ever need to.

It’s a scary world out there, and so many Arabs, especially girls, have this perfectly innocent façade that they portray to the world. Some had abortions, some have diseases now, and some even ran away from their current life thinking their Arab traditional families won’t haunt them anymore.

I think some of you guys need to wake up and stop emailing me your crappy excuses. I am not what you excepted, and I will never be. And I am quite satisfied with being 29, single, and not having a possessive demanding fakely traditional Arab man in my life.

Oh, and if someone asks me why wouldn’t I go for a non-Arab one more time, than I will go to your house, smash down the front door with my long ancient Arab battle sword, and make you fall on your knees and say, “MONA!!! I WON’T GO ON YOUR BLOG SAYING SUCH A THING EVER AGAIN!”

I got a car and I will drive to your house anywhere in North America and demand a 3 course dinner! But if you live in South America, I demand hot Latino guys waiting for me to stare at as a compensation!

What am I then? A robo-tech-teenage-looking-arab-girl?

My mother asked me how I like my work today. I told her, “You mean the crazy women I deal with every day? Those women who are hired in a software part of the company and they can’t use a computer? Copy and paste is such a tedious task for a novice or a 4 year old!” I continued ranting to my mother, “Mom, you know how to use a computer better than them!” She said, “really?” I said, “Yes! And some of those ladies have to sell this crap I am making!” She said, “I can sell the software you make! Why is it so hard?”

My mom being extra cocky there. I was like SURE MOM!

She said, “But do you like your job? Isn’t it much nicer than your previous one? You work in the most beautiful building in the city and the place is so clean and professional.”

I hesitated and couldn’t come up with a good answer. In the back of my head I tried to weigh the pros and cons. However, dealing with women at such a level is driving me insane. Not only that, THEY ARGUE BACK thinking they have better solutions.

How can they argue with a girl, ME, who has been using a computer since she was 5! 5 years old! Coded websites since she was 16, and started doing hard core programming since she was 20! Yet, those women know more. Oh.. it’s that menopausal age where all they care about is talking about their boyfriends and dating regime. I am just going to blame that and ignore the fact that they were hired to deal with software and they just can’t do it.

I cannot express how agonizing it is for me that I see smart individuals out there that cannot find a job in their field or given a chance because they don’t have “the connections” or the “perfectly fitted personality.”

Oh well! Life is not fair. We all get what we deserve and people like me end up with headaches. Thank God they provide me with free ibuprofen at work and free coffee. They have to for all the crap I deal with.