I feel like dancing.

So I listen to old tunes, shake my head, and groove to the music. I guess music always makes me feel better about my self. It shouldn’t, but no one else makes me feel better about my self so I got to resort to something.

What am I saying? Maybe I am high on hot chocolate. I am just sipping it while contemplating the words to spit out in this blog post. Sugarlicious drinks always bring me some type of inspiration and a few caloric intake. But you know what? Who gives a shit! We live only once, and if it is a short or long life, hot chocolate won’t kill me, but will only make me more fun.

Fun. What a crazy word that is. I don’t even remember the last time I had fun. I think I am just too serious. I am a very serious person and I need to step it down a bit and have some fun in life. Like going out somewhere, like out of the house for instance. That’s always fun! But I am trying to achieve something more important because I am an intellectual person.

Me. Intellectual? No I don’t think so. I never was or ever will be. However, I am a bit too smart for my liking and way over analyzing. I blame computer science. Female. Computer Science. Programmer. Such a wrong combination. I am not smart because I studied that crap. I was just smart enough to make use of it for my own desires. The desire of being the one creating something and not just being the end user.

It’s funny that I mentioned end user. We are all end users. We are using the internet to bring us all together and in the end of it all, there is us. Us. We. You and I and them. We are all brought together in this virtual medium and it only seems that we may never come together and have some fun at a party that I will be hosting.

Can you imagine me hosting a party? It’s like asking Charlie Sheen to shut up. Never will happen! However, the sound of it is awesome and we should do it one day. So you guys organize it and get it all sorted out. It’s not that I don’t have money or anything to make it a really awesome party. Remember I am smart and I create stuff and people like me actually can afford to do stuff in life. But I, like 95.5% of the world who suffer from some form of attention deficit, I cannot plan shit. So one of you anal people out there who love to be super organized and want everything oh so perfect should do it.

Invite me. Don’t forget! I came up with the idea!

What am I saying. The chocolate is wearing off. Fuck this shit. I just need to relax and get the point.

I am sick of men. How about that? Sorry for 50% of the world, but fuck it. Men piss me off. Through out half my life, I couldn’t for the life of me find a normal guy who doesn’t lie, who is honest, sweet, truthful, fun to talk to, smart, good to others and just wants to live a simple life. I just give up. I am 30 and I give up.

Fuck it.

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Sometimes I feel so low and so depressed, but something about having this site that I can’t resist. It’s like an infectious disease and it will just not go away that easily! You know what it is?

If you are really smart and you have been reading my blog for a long time then you would know what I am talking about.

This is what I love:

Your Name: sarmad
Email: xxxxxxxxxxxxx@yahoo.com
Website: http://

Message:
hi ,,,,,,,,,,,,,i want to chat some girl ,,,,,,,,,,but only arab….

You guys keep me alive and wanting to love life day by day, night by night, and year by year. Oh spammers, you put a smile on my face and you keep the web alive!!

Now I feel like singing a song!! The words are just vomiting out uncontrollably as a result of a bad internet hangover!

Rebellious Arab Girl Song:

chorus
I love spam.
I love spam.
Oooh baby.. I love spaaam!!

Yaaaaaa!!

chorus repeat

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!

I made this blog long ago
To capture all you spammer’s galore
You always put a smile on my face
When life is sinking me down the hole

chorus repeat

You make me say crazy things
That I would never do or think about
But you guys are the reason for my change
And wanting to always knock you out

I always love my crazy blog days
That have no premise or a plot
You make me want to vomit words
That are nothing other than crap

repeat chorus

Yes, you spammers are the best
Oh baby, just the best
But I will always detest your presence
Because you are nothing but nasty pests!

And yes, I would sing this stupid song better than Rebecca Black’s Friday! I would have more emotions, charisma, dramatic facial expressions, and not look like a dumb ass teen!

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I know, I know. I get so many people jumping on my back and I don’t know if my body can handle that many people, and no you sickos, DON’T IMAGINE ANYTHING right now. Thank you. So, the past week has been amazing. I was sick, my throat was making me sing a different tune, my head was aching, and I kept exerting stuff out of my body that didn’t seem normal. Yah I know, gross intro.

Then it was Tuesday or Wednesday, but I didn’t blog normally. I haven’t for a while really. I guess people expect me to comment regarding the fire in the Middle East. My homeland. My people! Dude! It is not a fire. It is just normal average people like you and I that thought really hard and said, “shit.. our lives suck because our rulers make us feel like shit, we ain’t got no money, and our countries have enormous resources that would make us happy people.. but who the hell is taking all the money? Why the hell we are treated like dirt?” Yada yada.. All of you know that in order to expect any type of change is to just think different, even just a tiny bit and just say it. Just state your opinion! If the dumb ass in front of you doesn’t want to hear it and think you are a piece of shit, then ignore and just stand for what you believe in. That’s what I call rebellious. Be different and tell others why you think that way. However, being killed cause of it is disgusting and the world needs to stop being so political and say we can’t do anything cause it is not our problem. Believe me, it will become the whole world’s problem when we can’t afford to pay for gas or buy anything! See what happens when Arabs get pissed?

Anyways, I have been a victim of ridicule and hate when I started this blog because DEAR GOD my blog was so full of sin and people hated me for you know, saying stuff on the internet. No one has to agree, but as human beings all we really care about is our dignity and others to respect us for who we are and what we think.

Now to get back to life. My life. Well, not really, but more of a general thought I have been thinking about a lot the past 2 weeks. You see, I always wondered what makes us bitter people. Like bitter in a sense of not caring or being so cold and resentful of others. In my case, I feel that people like to take advantage of my care free personality and overly kind actions. I can’t help but be nice to others. Then, all of a sudden, people around me change, and treat me like crap or last on their list and that’s it. What did they expect me to do then? Give them a hug?

I may be the bitter and the very sour person, and if I can go back in time and think a little bit differently, I would still do the same thing. It’s our dignity and self respect that we care about. If actions lead us to think negatively and become bitter about certain things, so be it. Why does it really matter to anyone? Honestly, I want to grow old and still be the same person with bitter thoughts about a lot of things. I like it. It makes me think. If one day I ever feel regret, then I give permission to visitor A-Z to hunt me down and shoot me.

Being rebellious in thoughts is a wonderful thing. But being totally out of it because of NyQuil the past week is even better!

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I have been pulling my self out of bed every day to go to work, and I work in the symbolic building of my city. You can see it from the airplane!! Well, you can see many buildings from the airplane, duh! Anyways, to get to my measly point, my building if pretty huge and has over 20+ levels. For my city that is a lot! So you can imagine how many companies are in that building and how many employees. Not a bad number eh?

So, as I dazzle around the building from time to time, and going up and down a lot, I noticed one small detail. I am good at observing things and the people around me, but one thing I noticed, ehm, there are no mohajabat (wear scarves) ladies at all. You know what else, I don’t think I even observed any Arabs or a distinct Arab. I would usually over hear someone with a very loud voice speaking on the phone in the mother tongue, but either they are hiding, or my building is missing people? Well, I have not seen anyone that has a unique cultural or religious attire or anything!

I ain’t white! Don’t get me wrong, nor do I have a symbol that distinguishing me from the rest of the building employees. I actually look like a programmer bum who does not belong there at all! So, ehm, what gives? I always thought it was weird, but I guess living in a multicultural society, seeing such a noticeable thing is quite unusual.

Maybe I need to work harder so I can move up in life and hire different people, and especially my home grown peeps.

Life kind of sucks when you notice these things in your society and daily routine.

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I am permanently banning people. Some of you people are beyond rude and miserable little creatures. You take the time of day to come here to insult me and you do not even know me. Do I know you? Do you know me? No. So why do you even give a crap about what I write? How do you feel from the inside when you insult other people? Do you like it if someone did it to you? Or is this a one way streak and you are ice cold with no heart? It’s winter, I don’t blame you.

All I can say is, in order for you to continue with your miserable little lives, go to another blog. Or spend hours on YouTube. Or since you claim to be intelligent beings, go read a book.

If you comment on my blog without thinking, and then wonder why you cannot come here anymore, then know that I am awake and reading everything. I may not reply to everyone, but I read everything.

Go to sleep people or find a job or something productive to do with your lives.

P.S. I ban mostly Arabs from my blog because they think they can freely insult me since I am one of them. I wonder if they dare do it to anyone else! Maybe their mentality will change a little bit when they get burned with the same lighter.

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