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.

So, let me explain to you what an Arab really is. You see, us Arabs are culturally reserved and justify everything with old conservative traditions mixed with religion. But you know, we do like all sort of people, especially other Arabs. Almost everyone in our neighbouring area is our cousin of some sort. So if you see us arguing with someone, it is usually someone we know and related to us. We like to discuss world politics and problems, but we don’t really get out of our comfort zone and do something totally different, but use violence instead.

We go to work, raise the kids, and force them to be doctors or engineers if they are a boy. If it’s a girl, then she is luckier, she has to still be educated and be married at 21, but before then is way better. Arab girls my age usually have teenagers by now.

Really, Arabs are cool. They are just misunderstood because they are so passionate about the little things that really have no significant value, but they are important to them. We like to be loud in public and we are the ones that say Bebsi and not Pepsi. We have heavy accents and we translate things in our head purely from Arabic to English without realizing that no one is understanding us and think we are demented.

We like being Arabs! 80%+ of us are Muslims and the Quran is written in the language that we speak and write. We have rich culture and history and we are happy how we turned out. We live our lives in peace and only care who is getting married next, who graduated first, and if the grandkids are fed and raised properly. We are just like any other culture.

We love who we are. Really. But it is so funny because the Arab world occupies over 13,000,000 square kilometres of land mass and we still live in diaspora and leave our homelands. We just like to be all over the place and never satisfied sometimes.

I could say more, but I will get hate mail right now. Oh well. I like being an Arab. It’s in my blood and no matter how much you try to change your self, no matter where you live, you cannot change or deny being one. It’s awesome!

Peace!

PS. People I knew stole my pictures from Facebook (before I made my fun separate blog account), and they made hate blogs against me. That’s when I knew I didn’t want the glamor and prestige of being an outspoken blogger. I just wanted to be me. Please note, I wasn’t drunk (God forbid) or anything. I was just extremely high on sugar when I wrote the post. Every time I read it I LMAO! (original blog post link)

I finally saw the light of hate! Hallelujah!

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Oh my lord! Dear Lord! Our one and only savior! I finally found the light. Thank you Lord for showing me the light! I finally know how it feels to be the celebrity I was meant to be! I always knew you had a special place for me in this internet world to be hated and loved equally. Thank you Lord for the balance and the equality! You are surely the one and only Lord with all the power! Thank you God! Amen to that. Hallelujah! May the Lord guide me into the star lights of internet fame. I finally know how it feels to be hated and rumors spreading around using my name. Oh the lord has finally showed me the light into the heart of people who love to hate me. To put words into my mouth and comment under my name for their enjoyment. What fools you are and those who believe you! Oh Lord may he bless you haters for increasing my fan base. Let there be haters oh Lord as much as there are lovers. Hallelujah! Amen to that! Let there be equal joy and prosperity to all of God’s creatures! The spot light is so much to bare. I can’t handle the fame. I think I am becoming, oh Lord, don’t let me say, POPULAR! I am getting blinded by the light of the fame. Hallelujah ma brothers and ma sisters. Amen!

I now know how Britney Spears feels.

I now know how Paris Hilton feels.

I now know how Lindsey Lohan feels.

I now know how Hillary Clinton feels

I now know how George W. Bush feels

Let the lord bless you haters for spreading the name of my site. Your breathtaking sites filled with great words of wisdom is not just funny and entertaining, it fucking increased my web hits by 500%! May the lord bless your hateful hearts towards me and let the Rebellion begin!

The Rebellion has begun my Lord! It finally begun!

Amen! Hallelujah! I saw the light. Thank you Lord!

Let the lord continue his blessing amongst you haters and my POPULARITY to boost!

I love you all! I FUCKING love you all!

I will not post the links of those low lives. I will just sit back and enjoy the hate and the web site hits!

PS. With this prayer you have read with me, we need to take a moment of silence to thank the Lord for this blessing. Amen!

Re-Read the prayer 10 times, and your popularity will also boost. Thank the lord for all his blessings. Amen!

I was very shy. I couldn’t talk properly, I couldn’t put my thoughts together in coherent sentences, or knew how to talk in public, or to others, because I just had this incredible amount of fear inside of me. I felt that whatever I say I will be judged and ridiculed by others. I felt that I had to portray my self in one and only one particular way and that is it! I lived that life up to my mid 20′s and then something changed me. I no longer liked me.

We all battle our inner selves, but it is only natural. However, in my case I was actually ridiculed for the most mundane stupidest unmentionable things. I didn’t know why or understand the reasons behind it, then one day, I put 1 and 1 together, and I realized that this is my life living in an Arab world but not on Arab soil.

Arab mentality drove me to the limit of insanity and extreme depression. Till this day I say, “whatever, YOU ARABS!” Don’t get me wrong, I do love being an Arab with high morals and great fundamental values. I appreciate that and I would not trade my culture or ever want to be someone else. I am grateful, but some things did not play well with me. I had to just end it right there and convince my self that this is not right. Who said it is right to begin with?

I am never going to try to change my roots. Never ever. I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

But how did I change? When did I change? What helped? What didn’t?

I will not say this blog helped. This blog was a side kick to end the problems. It was more of a tool to find a solution and learn from others. I talked to the most incredible people and I have read the most intriguing stories from Arabs that helped me figure out what the real problems were. I know what the problem is now, and I cannot for the life of me figure out why most of you, although you know what so many of the problems are, cannot focus and tell your self that you had enough.

I am not telling you to stop or deny who you are, but I just want you to realize that you cannot continue living your life based on a culture instead of living your life based on YOU! Yes you!

This is my advice and I want you and I will be making it my mission in life is to make sure that Arabs break out of their shell. Break out of that multi-layered very thick Arab infused mentality of thick moldy exterior and wake up. The world around you is totally different and keeps changing, but the principles and habits are all skewed, and cannot keep sustaining you in this world. You will just end up being frustrated and angry all the time, as we can see now in the middle east. Just break that shell!

As I mentioned earlier, making this blog and writing in it since 2005 was really hard. However, it took me 5.5 years to break out of the shell. To be me, and not care about this person, or this mentality, and I just go up to anyone now, even a stranger and I can have a conversation. I can just say hi with my head held high and not care what they think of me or who I am or what I look like that day or why I even talk to a non-Arab or even another random Arab. I don’t need to justify everything, I just do it! Just do what you think you can do. If God judges us all individually, then why do we all have to live our lives the same way and judge each other collectively?

That’s why earlier in my previous blog post today I asked others if they can contribute something meaningful, truthful, honest, and can help others as well. But I found so much resistance from other Arabs because they were afraid to think or even break out of their shells. They are content. Fine. As long as you are happy, then that’s wonderful. But I know deep down inside of you, you wish you were someone else. Isn’t better to just be you then living in some dream. Don’t you think?

It is probably the hardest thing I have struggled with in my entire 30 years. I am easily distracted, and I am the one that causes these distractions. I feel life is too short to just do one thing at a time, so I go over board and end up doing too many things at once, then I exhaust my self and end up dead tired and unmotivated by 5pm. It is sad, but I need a new routine in life.

I solved one problem by acting like my true blunt self today, went up my boss and told her, “I NEED TO FOCUS! STOP GIVING ME TOO MANY SIDE PROJECTS AND EXPECT ME TO GET ANOTHER HUGE PROJECT DONE! I WANT FOCUS FOR JUST ONE DAY!”

That went well! Yikes! No wonder managers are afraid of me!

So, I know many of you have emailed and messaged me on Facebook saying to stop talking about work if I don’t like it and just look for another job. Yeah, jobs are all lined up for me waiting with just a snap of my finger for me to say, “Yeah Baby! Booya!” Reality bites, and I live in a city where technology is just a secondary source to do business.

On a more positive note, yaaay! I am positive and focused. Beat that suckers!

Oh, side note! For those marketers that keep emailing me asking me to put up poker ads or sex toys advertisements on my site, really need to get a reality check! Arabs don’t gamble publicly and have a great poker face when they go home at night, and they don’t need sex toys, they always have a whip or belt ready at their disposal!

Also, what’s up with the Saudi lady posting her driving skills on YouTube? You break a messed up law, you will get arrested. She was being way too rebellious and kind of stupid. Women throughout the world have fought for their rights, and maybe KSA is the last country to consider women as anything but mere objects, but posting on YouTube is not “the modern way” of expressing your self in such a strict convoluted man ruled society. There are other ways you know. Like don’t get married. Period. Or abstain from sex! Lower the birth rate! And since women live longer than man, then the problem will be solved in 50 – 60 years!

Oh, umm.. there are other problems in the world about the Palestinians and Israels and all these peace talks, but I donno. I refrain from politics on my blog. Maybe some day in my life time I will visit my real home, the holy land. Until then, people need to find a way to get along and stop using hatred and negativity as the main driving force for peaceful talks.

By the way, I only know about world news from people I follow on Twitter. It is easier to read blurbs from others than reading or watching politically biased news reports.

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Lots of hugs and kisses on this Tuesday evening! Mwaaah!!

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!

A HOT DESERT!

Dry, hot, and no more snow!

This year has been gloomy and nasty. My brain is so numb. Everyone is just nasty to talk to and snappy. Well, there are other reasons too. Some people at work have their titles removed from managerial position to plain old (they deserve it) positions. And now they are snappy and super anal! Not my fault or anyone’s fault. I don’t believe in seniority at all in work places. I believe in continuing education and training to keep going up the ladder at work. Not my problem you have been there the longest. That seniority rule disappeared now from companies. It is all about knowledge and application.

I swear I just need to get away from EVERYONE! I want to go back to being a good blogger. Complaining about Arabs! What’s up with Gaddafi? Still acting anal for the past 42 years? Every time I see him on TV I wonder how strong is that hasheesh he has been sniffing!

“1 Dictator dead (Iraq) 2 Dictator in Hiding (Tunis and Egypt). A few more dictators to go and then we can have a big block party in the M.E ”

And I said,

“Block party?? am I invited? We can sing, “Bye Bye Bye” by N Sync! ”

Confused Arab Girl said,

Hi Mona!

I have been keeping up with your blog for so long.. I even read the older posts! Hahha I feel like I can relate to the majority of them. I read your one post about your ex, and if I can remember correctly, he left you with no explanation? And later got married to someone from overseas?

Sadly I’m going through somewhat of a similar situation.. I went to school with this guy and he’s been trying to talk to me for awhile. At first I wasn’t interested, and didn’t want anything to do with him. He asked a mutual close friend to talk to me and convince me to give him a chance. I finally did, and we started talking here and there. Than our short conversations few times a week turned into long conversations daily! I honestly thought he was it, we had so much in common. And of course he told me things every girl would want to hear, but it all felt so real! A few months later, he stopped talking to me with no explanation! Weeks went on, then two months later, our mutual friend told me he was getting engaged to a girl from overseas. All those feelings came back, I was in complete shock! I never thought it would come to that, especially after everything he has told me. If he really cared like he said he did, why didn’t he tell me? Was I not worth an explanation? It’s killing me inside to just ask him what happened and why he didn’t just tell me. Had he told me before I don’t think I would be as hurt as I was finding out from someone else. My question is.. should I ask him what happened? Or is it not worth it anymore and just move on? It bothers me so much not knowing what happened, but would knowing what happened hurt me more? So confused!
I would really appreciate your advice!!

Confused Arab Girl

Dear Confused Arab Girl,

I know deep down inside of you you would like to know what happened. Not because you are afraid to get hurt, but you just want to know so you would stop thinking about it. Either way, he left you, you are hurt. End of story. Nothing more to do about it.

I am not sure how much you read, but my story escalated. You can say I found out what he did, no explanation other than being a typical Arab male, and I just forgot about it. A few months later, he contacted me after he saw me (took one glimpse), and then wondered what if. To me, if you are married, it is sinful to even think about someone else. If you are, then frigg, you should not be married at all. He even asked me to meet him for lunch to talk. I am like wtf!

You see, trying to know and getting an explanation or any reason why is pointless. The story ended. The red line has been crossed and that’s it. Anything past that line is pointless, hopeless, and it won’t let you move on with your life.

It is better to move on with your life and make any new choices that you can come up with. It may be new love, new career change, new everything, but you have to change in order to move on.

In my case, I am just preaching. I am forgetting, but I don’t want to deal with such a thing again. I guess after that I have become an incredibly patient person, beyond anyone’s belief, but I have serious temper problems. I blow up the second anyone crosses the line, and I rather just have my own space.

How long will I stay this way? I don’t know. One day things will change, but I guarantee you that being bitter sometimes helps you stop making wrong decisions and think twice from now on.

If anyone has a story or a question to share, please contact me and I will post it!

I know that the middle east seems oh so small and only constitutes countries like Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates, Iraq, Syria, Palestine, Jordan and Egypt, but seriously, if you are 25 years old or above, start a learning mission in your life! Learn about countries in the world. Learn about different cultures. Learn about general historic movements in the world. And finally, learn about dictatorship and the true meaning that us Arabs are tired of being quiet!

The world is a small bubble now because of the instant media and people driven social networking. I don’t even know if I watch or hear the news anymore using the traditional methods. The internet. The internet has killed them all!

Let me tell you about Tunisia. I know you are wondering why a Palestinian girl is going to talk about Tunisia. Well, in 1990, I visited the country. I was 9 years old and I spent summer vacation there for about 2 months. It is the most gorgeous Arab country I ever visited. The locals are amazing friendly people, and it is a very touristic country. Everywhere you go there are tourists from Europe and the rest of the world.

It is funny that I am 30 years old, and the majority of Arab presidents rulers are still the same ones!

Ahh, I am waiting for a few more presidents to be kicked out too. They are long over due.

So, please take this poll and predict which Arab country will loose its ruler next!

I know many of the Arab countries I didn’t mention are monarchies or still have newer presidents, but it is hard for a monarchy to end quickly. But anything is possible and unexpected! 2011 has witnessed 16 days of craziness so far!

Yikes!