So if anyone asks me right now what do I miss the most from London, Ontario, I would say, “Only mommy and daddy, and no one or anything else!”

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Mom and dad call like 2 or 3 times a day, because they are bored and miss our noise. Here, my brother keeps screaming at us for arguing so much. He keeps saying, “Why did I ask you two to come here? And for a month!!”

However, I am having a kick ass time, and I am so enjoying the time being here. I sleep on the couch, and I wake up and go to sleep looking at the mountains. We just drive for two minutes, and we see the blue beautiful lake. Nature here is beautiful, the air is cleaner, and the people are crazier and friendlier.

When my mom calls, first thing she asks, “Did you miss me Mona?” I have to tell the truth and say yes, or I will be doomed for eternity. Also, the nagging sister that gets excited and acts like a 5 year old seeing candy when the phone rings would start word vomiting everything that she hears or sees. My sister is so attached to mom, that she is not her self here. She doesn’t have anyone to go complain to and whisper in her ear that Mona is bad, and said stupid things.

I say stupid things all the time because I don’t care what I say. Who will judge me? A little brat?

Anyways, I miss my mommy after 7 days of not seeing her, but I don’t miss her nagging and telling me stupid stories about other Arabs. She tries on the phone to tell me stories, but I cut her off and say, “Ah, you want to talk to the little brat?”

The only thing I am not looking forward to is mom nagging me that I am tanner now. The sun here is really making me way darker. It maybe a good thing, but my skin is also peeling off from the dryness. I have to force my self to get used to it and start using creams. I almost brought everything in my room with me, but no creams. Can we say that I am a bit, ah, forgetful?

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Too bad children get in my way of enjoying a kick ass vacation, but what can I do? I have a monster of a niece and a grouchy sister. However, I tried my best to enjoy my time and ignore my sister and screams of my niece. Just give them food or candy, that will shut them up. I am serious when I say I don’t want kids now. I don’t have the patience. If I ever do, I will hire a nanny or find someone else, like my mom, to worry about their diapers and teaching them to behave.

My brother is hilarious when he starts swearing at that little angel devil of a daughter that he has. The girl is hyper and full of incredible energy. She is tall and skinny for her age, and very flexible. If she breaks one thing during the day, then that is fine. My old laptop that died yesterday, she had fun with it since the day I came here by continually removing the tab key. I think I should blame her for the death of that laptop. Anyways, the tab key was easy access for her to steal. What’s worse, that she came close to my new laptop that I bought yesterday, and she almost took out the back space button. My brother screamed because it tilted out. I told him to not worry, and I re-adjusted it. Children. Blah!

Anyways, a couple of days ago, Saturday July 4, we went on a steam engine choo choo train ride inside the mountains. I was so excited because I have never rode a train before in my life, and my first train ride was in something so historic! I loved it! The scenery was amazing, and I kept snapping pictures like crazy.

I would so do it all over again. I loved the ride and the amazing scenery! I love it! I wish all of you were here as well to see it. I love this part of Canada. I am so thinking of moving here! It’s breath taking!

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I have always been this paranoid person battling with time, rushing with everything I do, trying to perfect everything while I am at it, but I don’t know why.

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I guess when you try really hard to reach a standard of living to satisfy the people around you, then you are left with two things: one brain cell, and something extremely caffeinated in your palms. This is my life, but I want to change it, and I am slowly trying. How would I do it though, or am I already without noticing? Also, I keep asking my self, what am I waiting for really?

So, I quit caring about everything, and only think about my self. Life is too short, and my hair is rapidly turning grey.

It may seem like just words written on a blog, but I seriously quit caring. I stopped caring about the people around me. My brother a couple of days ago asked me, “So how many friends you got left that you have not pissed off?” Hmm.

Oh, if he only knew how many fans I got from this website. My only way to communicate and make good friends is from people outside my realm, and outside this city of mine. However, my brother would be like what? “Over 1800 unique visits a day, over 3500 hits a day, over 260 friends on Facebook people that like this site only, over 960 Twitter followers, over 400 RSS & Email subscription readers, etc. What the hell do you talk about Mona that people are that interested in you, and you are always interacting with them, but you can’t do that in real life?” he would say.

I don’t know. Maybe I just say what is on my mind, and people out there who want to understand it and can relate to me, really appreciate it.

I question EVERYTHING and I don’t care if I say that THINGS are wrong and need to be changed or reconsidered. I am trying really hard to remove that censorship barrier, and not care anymore what I say. This is my job now; my blog. I got my blog office, a lovely desk area, and a L-Zay Boy Couch. I spend my time writing posts, and interacting with everyone all day long. I deal with 100’s of people a day, I try to be creative in everything that I try to represent about my self, and I always try to be on top of everything, technology and social networking wise. People on the net or people in real life, all the same now. It’s work, and it is not easy to slowly develop communication skills on your own to deal with all types of people. I used to always be picky and try to find friends that are similar to me and I can relate to, but now, I don’t care. I learned to appreciate and understand all kinds of people.

I just quit this paranoia and constant battle with my self to seem perfect, or say perfect things to satisfy certain people around me. Would I get the same treatment back? No. Never.

Questioning the Unquestionable

Moreover, over time, I kept asking my self these questions over and over, but I never found a satisfying answer to any of them.

1. Why do people only remember you or want to talk to you only if they need something from you?

2. Why do people forget you when you are no longer around them much, but there are many other methods to stay in touch?

3. Why do people suddenly stop talking to you, even though they are the ones that pissed you off?

4. Why when people find a significant other, they forget everyone else, and you quickly become a number in the bottom of their list?

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I have been listening to the news lately about elections taking place in various countries this month. I am not interested in politics, or who are the people running, or how much money they bribed the people to vote for them. What grabbed my attention is the people outside of their home lands, those that have been living abroad for many years, have been voting like crazy at their home countries foreign embassies.

I am going to generalize for a bit to a certain but obvious group of people that live abroad.

Most likely, you left your country voluntarily and have been living outside of it for so many years. Most likely you have a dual citizenship, and allowed to vote for a leader back home. So, you left to find a better life outside of your home country, or better education, or better work placements for financial stability, or the obvious, many of you left your country because of political unsettlement, civil wars, or for just a plain new experience.

What puzzles me, is that thousands of people living for all those years outside their home lands, stand in line for hours and hours to just vote for a new political leader in the country they have not been living in for ages, and most likely don’t want to live in again. The country that they decided to leave, decided to not go back with their knowledge and education, decided to not go back to help stimulate the economy by starting new business ventures to compete with other nations, and decided to not introduce the positive things they learned living abroad to enhance the life situation and thinking of their people.

Yet, those people want to vote for a new political leader for their home lands? Why? Are they doing it to just be part of something because they can? Are they doing it so their name is recorded as a person that voted? Seriously, why?

I question those things because I will never understand it. I suffer from a psychological problem and an ideology that I have been brain washed with growing up. I have this thing called diasporic discontent. I keep asking my self, why? Why us? So, why so many people doing that? They voluntarily left their country, but still want to be politically a part of it? Some of us didn’t voluntarily leave it. Some of us were born outside because we were forced to, and labeled as refugees. In Canada, we were labeled as Stateless. Stateless? How can I be stateless if my birth certificate says that my nationality is Palestinian, and my father and mother are Palestinian? But it is all politics!

If someone out there gives me the power to go vote, then I will think about it first. Will I feel good afterward? I have a very sentimental attachment to my home land. I find it an honour to brag about. However, telling me that I can vote for someone over there, but I have no intention of going back, seriously makes me a traitor to who I am. Obviously, if you ask any Palestinian out there, they would tell you they will sell everything no matter where they are in the world, if they are allowed to go back home and live in peace. Voting is not really an important factor, and kind of stupid to do it from far away. We rather just live there, go back, rebuild it, then just going to an embassy and casting a vote to someone that will not effect us directly.

So why bother to vote? Just go back if you care so much. Some of us are not so lucky to do that!

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It’s funny when you are as picky as me, and you think you are doing it for obvious religious purposes, or for healthy lifestyles, or for pure personality compatibilities. Unfortunately, you end up with no one wanting you!

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I don’t ask for much, but I learned a lot from a little experiment I did. I am a very inactive member of Arab Lounge. It is a dating, friendship, etc, website. It doesn’t matter how you label it; it is a stupid useless site. The reason I am inactive, or seldom log into it, because it has too many creeps and liars.

People like me are the reason it seems that Arab Lounge is kind of losing business. The other day, I got an email from them saying that sending messages (emails) within the site are free now. Free!!! That was 1/2 the purpose of paying for membership. You want to either send messages to a person who’s profile you like, or chat with them using the IM built in. So now FREE messages? I read that email and I laughed hysterically. I think I am one of the reasons this happened. I am anal about finding a mate, that paying membership fees to send a shout out to someone is kind of waste of time and money. Especially that I cannot believe half the crap that guys write on there.

For example, religiously, a Muslim is not allowed to drink. Don’t even get me started on that lying episode. So, I just weeded out 55% of the Arab-Muslim guys on there. Then, I am more anal, and I don’t like guys who smoke. I hate smoke! You try kissing a smoker! GROSS after 10 seconds! So, I just weeded out another 35% of the guys on there.

Who are the last 10%? Yep, you guessed it! Arab guys who don’t like a confident and truthful gal like me!

I didn’t want to waste my time, or any guy’s time, because I am oh so considerate. So, I just wrote the following on the about me or in my words section:

From the day I wrote that a few weeks ago, and posted it on my profile, I have not gotten a single person sending me some stupid flirt, messaging me, or bothering to chat while I am online, if ever. My honesty has lead me to weed out every single guy on a huge website such as Arab Lounge, that has thousands of members trying to search for their soul mates.

Wohooo!! Now you wonder why I complain about Arabs. My experiment worked!

If I was not attractive at all, or even so ugly, then I would understand why they would not talk to me at all. However, most of you know how I look like now from my Twitter page, or from the announcement on Facebook a couple of days ago. So I am not scary looking. AND!! don’t tell me it is that age thing! Most girls and guys on there are way over 30, and half the girls on there lie about their age anyways. Why do girls lie about their age? When we were 15, we told people we were 18. When we become 35 or 40, we would tell others we are 29.

Ohhhh!! Speaking of the devil! Arab women, who are obviously my mom’s age or around there, are all 40 or 41 years old! Their kids are College/University graduates and married, but the moms are still in their early 40’s! Mom tells me this about them, “I think they got married when they were all 14 or 15. Too bad that some of them I knew when I was growing up, and they were older than me and married around the same time or after. Kind of funny if you think about how much lying people like that do every day. They also teach their daughters to do the same. And those ladies got more obvious wrinkles than me!”

Hahaha.. my mom can be funny sometimes. Just sometimes!

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