Again, I proved another theory about the visitors of my site. I ran a poll two days ago about the ethnicity of my visitors. I know I know, it is biased and really no point in doing it, but dammit, I HAD A REASON! The reason is that I just proved that no matter how much the media makes Arabs look like terrorist and the worse people on earth, we will still be loved for who we are. I am Arabic. So what? Are you going to criticize me for what I was born to be, or for who I am as an individual? I think the latter might be a lot harder for you and you just take the easy media infested route! I know for a fact that most of you don’t care if I am Arab. Most of you know that Rebellious is just a catch phrase. Most of you come in here for one purpose, and one purpose only.
You know what it is?
Easy answer. I am just a girl who can write well and express my self in a colourful manner.
That’s all!
Anyways, so, who wants me to write another post to mock some superstitious backwards cultural mentality and send the wrath of Mona on it? It has to be Arab cause that’s what I am. Or if you want, give me an article you want me to critique for its content. I don’t want to pick. If I do pick than people will think I am biased, and I don’t want to give that impression. Not at all!
Last note: I don’t see the Disney Channel airing the movie Aladdin anymore.
Update: it’s awesome being an Arab. We came from the desert, rode camels, we can withstand temperatures above 45c and we have genies……….. BLUE GENIES! Dear God they definetly pictured us right! Geniuses!!
I used to think that people were biased towards others because of race or gender. However, lately I have been getting negative views about my age. Yes, I am 27. So what?
Age to me means nothing. I can’t get old; I’m working. I was old when I was twenty-one and out of work. As long as you’re working, you stay young. When I’m in front of an audience, all that love and vitality sweeps over me and I forget my age.
George Burns (1896 - 1996)
Explain to me the need to be within a certain age group or mentality. Since I am 27 I have to act 27? Explain to me what 27 means to you and the things I am supposed to say? Does my maturity level have to be parallel with my age to be respected according to your theory? How do 27 years old act like? You can’t answer that because everyone is different.
There are 27 years old who are married with 3 kids and live in mansions.
There are 27 years old who are single and at the top of their career.
There are 27 years old who are widowed.
There are 27 years old who are divorced.
There are 27 years old who are single and are in debt beyond belief.
There are 27 years old who are single and barely can sustain a job.
There are 27 years old who are single and still trying to start a career and find a job.
There are 27 years old who are married but can barely pay rent and put food on the table.
etcetera.
So which category should YOU classify others as? Hmm. So much to choose from. So many possibilities. So why when you meet a 27 year old YOU try to categorize her/him to be a certain way? Based on what are you choosing their characteristics? On someone else you knew?
One thing I despise and I can’t stand and the reason I am a bit preposterous to everything in this world is because of this comparison. I despise it. I despise it. I despise it. I despise being compared to other people. All my life I have been compared to other people and I am sick of it. Why aren’t you like this? Why aren’t you like that?
Why you think I couldn’t stand the ass hole EX of mine. It all started the day he told me, “why don’t you act more like my brother’s wife? She is more behaved and doesn’t talk back.”
I flipped that day. How dare he compare me to her? Someone who is 4 years younger than me, engaged at 16 and got married at 18 just to come to this country, and she is two faced. She acts one way in front of people, and a bitch to others. Not only is she a bitch, but she compares her self to other girls and think she is better than them because she was lucky to get married as such a young age.
Therefore, I talk back because I am sick of being a push over. I talk back because I am sick of YOU voicing your foolish opinions and expecting the world to agree with you. I talk back because I don’t want to agree with you unless you have a valid point to make. If your point is assessed and has some value, then I will agree with you. That seldom happens because people like you in this world of ours talk before they think. It’s like words are hanging out at the edge of your tongue and are ready to infest other people’s minds with foolishness.
As for my age, I am 27. I talk the way I do and argue the way I do because I have to reach your maturity level or lack of it and speak in a way you can comprehend. I am just sick of you and all people who act like YOU.
This post is dedicated to all of those closed minded people who categorize people into one group that they made up to satisfy their beliefs.
Back around 7 or 8 years ago, a trend of email forwards was such an annoyance amongst friends. I used to even get forwards from people I barely knew or emailed once in my life. Yet, you are in their list. It is scarce now to find 10 to 20 forwards a day in your email box. I knew some people who specifically go to their friends face to face and tell them to stop sending them forwards because they didn’t have time for nonsense. People didn’t even have the patience to read the hilarious or obscene posts.
I knew this one Spanish girl who had a dirty sense of humor, and whenever she sent out forwards, I made sure I wasn’t in any public place.
So why did the forward trend die down?
I got some theories.
1. Junk mail filters are so stupid sometimes that you don’t even know you got forwards from emails in your address book.
2. People have less friends and more business acquaintances that they only use email for that reason and no one wants to give off the wrong impression.
3. People now a days are so into social networking and tools such as Stumbleupon that they don’t even need to forward. Just click the thumbs up button and your friends can see what you liked. It is like forwarding something interesting without being direct about it.
4. Facebook epidemic has killed people’s brain cells that they just invite their friends to add stupid applications instead. It’s like forwarding crap in a different site other than your email box. Seriously, how fucking annoying! Hence, one of the million reasons I despise Facebook.
5. Since we live in such a fast paced society, who the hell has time to read a long forward! If it doesn’t contain pictures, then really, no point in reading till you get to the 500th line till the story makes sense then laugh hysterically for 2 seconds. I can save 5 minutes of my life by either reading the last line or deleting your email.
I only get forwards now a days once in a blue moon. I don’t know if I miss them, but I need entertainment other than advertisements such as Viagra and Super Fun Pills to make you super skinny in 10 days. (Junk mail filters are not so smart sometimes. They are man made.)
In conclusion. Forwards are not so cool anymore. If you still get forwards or send them, then you are old school. You are SO 2001!
I went to the walk in clinic last night and the doctor prescribed to me pills to reduce the muscle inflammation, and another one to make me sleep. In reality they both put me to sleep and I sleep half the day. The other half I am dozing off or walking really slow just to get to the washroom.
Other than that, I am the true couch potato! Daytime TV sucks. I was watching the Discovery channel just to keep my brain stimulated with knowledge, and I watched a show about how clean people are and how much time they spend during the day getting cleaned. So we humans spend 35 minutes a day to get cleaned, which is about 2 years of our lives just making sure our arm pits don’t smell.
As I was watching the show, they started talking about showering and shower curtains blah blah.. I lost track.. then out of no where they showed a guy fully nude.. well the back side of him.. I was like, whaa? I think this show was rated G, but I guess daytime tv does not count because all the kids are in school or glued to some computer screen somewhere.
In conclusion, day time tv sucks, and the pain sucks. I can barely move. My laptop sucks more because the wireless signal is so far from where I am sitting, yah my house is big, and I am not enjoying an internet experience.
In the end of the day, I am just happy to not be at work. I think my back hurts more just thinking about it. I doubt I will be able to go in this week, because I can’t even walk up the stairs without feeling knifes in my back.
I ramble too much, but this medicine makes me grouchy and sleepy, and I am sick of it.
Why am I blogging a lot lately? Although I really hate blogging now, but I find that I need it to speak about things that bother me. And a lot of things bother me!
So today I spent my afternoon in agonizing stomach pain. This time I think I over did it. I don’t eat normal food or drink anything other than Coca Cola. I drink about 4 or 5 cans of Coca Cola a day. I quit drinking Cola in the morning, but is 11 am still considered morning? So my stomach is not only screwed up, but probably tearing apart as we speak. Why didn’t I stop this addiction of mine? I did a few months ago when I started having internal bleeding and major uncontrollable diarrhea episodes. So I stopped drinking it.
That only lasted a week. After a week not only was I nauseated and bitchy, but I felt lost. I don’t really eat junk food. The only thing I do eat is chocolate. Sometimes I go 2 or 3 weeks without eating chocolate and I don’t crave it at all. Yet, Cola, daily. Almost every 2 or 3 hours of my afternoon I have a Cola can in my hand.
So how did I become addicted?
I don’t know. I think it became a mental toxin and stomach ruiner. I don’t eat much at all anymore. Like I don’t enjoy food what so ever. But I have to drink Cola.
Why am I talking about Cola now? I think I did before on my blog a while ago. Well, I am sick. Like really sick. I spent my afternoon in the bathroom and I am just feeling really tired and no energy. I don’t know how to stop my addiction. It got to the point where I just don’t give a crap anymore what will happen to my stomach walls. All that acid. Poor me.
Why am I like this today? Well, you try spending your day when you can’t hear at all from your right ear. I can’t hear anything. Even when I talk on the phone, I cannot hear ANYTHING. Not only is it frustrating, but I am tired of saying, “what” every two seconds. I cannot hear someone calling me. I cannot hear the house phone half the time. My cell phone, I put it on extra loud! That didn’t even help in public places and I just hook up the microphone to it so I know I got a call or SMS. It is just frustrating that I cannot be in a crowd of people and not be able to hear fully. Some people suggested ear cleaning. Believe me, my ears are clean, and my problem is that I did go to an Audiologist last October and the dude told me that I do need a hearing aide. But why does my ear bother me more now than last week or before? I am sitting here and I feel EXTREME pressure. I feel like I am in an air plane and my ears are about to burst.
So I am a bit frustrated with my self. I think that’s why all I do is just drink cola and wish the pressure in my ears would go away. Sometimes the pressure hurts. Really hurts.
So what am I doing now? I actually got hungry and I made spaghetti. Plain spaghetti and I cut out some cheese pieces and threw it on the top of it. And what do I have to accompany my dinner? Yep. My third but not last can of Cola. The rest of my night time supply is getting cooled in the fridge.
I think I am going to die cause of Cola and my frustration of being half deaf. Sucks to be me.
For some reason last night I remembered this one girl I knew 5 years ago. We were friends for about 4 years and we got along great. Then something weird happened till this day I do not understand but always made me have this drive to teach girls about the internet world and how “things work.”
She had problems with this bike that she was forced to buy for over a $1000. It was top of the line gorgeous one. So after a year of owning it and obviously she didn’t use it because she had a car, her dad was making her sell it. So I went over to her house and I helped her. She wanted to sell it on the ever so famous Ebay. While we were discussing it she had an old computer that I wanted to buy off of her for 50 bucks. I wanted to make a Linux server out of it and buying old used computers back then wasn’t cheap. So finding someone who will part with it for less than 100 bucks was scarce.
So I made her an Ebay account and explained to her everything that could be explained. I then asked her this simple question, “what is the lowest price you want to sell the bike for? It will be the reserve value and no one can go less than that.” She said, “$600. No less.” I said, “cool. You can deal with the shipping and stuff later. You just have to talk to the person who will win the bid and discuss it that way.”
She agreed and the auction went on. First day she kept calling me and saying, “no one is bidding!” I said, “people usually don’t that early on a 7 day auction.”
Day two.. three.. six.
She then started getting bids, but it was someone trying to reach the reserve value. She then called me on the last day before the auction was over and said, “yay. It reached $600. Will it go more before the auction ends?” I said, “maybe. It depends if there were two or more people fighting over it.”
The auction was over, and I was in desperate need of getting a server. So I called her up after and this is what went down!
I said, “hey.. so you sold your bike eh? How did the process and everything go!”
She said, “I only SOLD if for $600 dollars! And I have to ship it to Toronto. How am I going to ship it. Why didn’t you put local pickup ONLY!”
I was puzzled.
I said, “aah… because you didn’t care if it was shipped and you didn’t want to sell it for less than $600.”
She said, “now my dad is mad cause I only sold it for $600 and I have to ship it. It will cost the person like over $150 to get it shipped.”
I said, “well.. so? Just get them to pay that much and ship it. It’s not a big deal. Is it?”
She said, “it IS! Now I have to go through all the hassle of send it out. You should have JUST PUT local PICKUP! And YOU should have put the reserve much higher! It’s an expensive bike that was never used.”
Again.. I was puzzled.
I said, “well.. ok. So now what? I can’t do anything. But I called you to see if you want to still sell your old computer. I will backup everything on the hard drive and put it on CDs for you. Ok?”
She screamed at me and said, “NO! I am not selling it to you. My dad wants it and won’t part with it.”
I said, “ok.”
She said, “fine.. bye.”
After that, she never talked to me again for a while. My other friend who is also her friend told me that she wanted to talk to me again blah blah. I said, “listen. I don’t have time for children. I don’t understand what happened and why she acted the way she did. What’s done is done. I tried to help, and this is what I get in the end.”
From that day, I became more of a direct person in dealing with people. Anyone who messes with me and does not appreciate me helping them out for free and being a friend, I just completely ignore them and end it there. I don’t understand some girls and their indecisiveness, whining and blaming others. It’s just stupid.
As hours pass by I just spend it thinking and thinking; as a result, my head ends up spinning in a million directions. I woke up this morning from my 3 or 4 hours of sleep with nauseating pain in my chest and head. I don’t know what is wrong with me and how I ended up this way. Why did I end up this way? I don’t ever want to discuss my real problems on my blog and I never will. Yet, I hit the surface on many of them and discuss the ones that I feel the time is appropriate for me to talk about them.
I ask my self these constant questions which many of you pretty much ask your self or even asked me about; who am I? Some of you even hate my guts and still come back, subscribe to my Twitter or RSS or email subscriptions.
But why?
I then keep reading my latest blog posts and guest posts and some of my controversial posts and wonder, why? I keep asking my self what have I done and why is everyone so interested? I wouldn’t be interested in me, and pretty much I would hate half the crap I have written here and never come back. However, I wrote it and I published it. I wrote how I felt as a person. Sometimes about the most mundane issues that make me question why? Many times people email me thanking me that I had the courage to speak out. Am I speaking out? What am I speaking out against? Me being an Arab? Me being a girl? Or just life in general?
As time flew, my writing changed dramatically. I became more of a curious real life diary that people are expecting to read every day. I don’t even want people to read it sometimes. Yet, I feel there are great expectations that I have to live up to.
Great expectations?
The past few days I have been getting many emails with so many questions about me, suggestions and self help tips, yet, the most obscure emails where the ones that said that I am not what they expected. What did you expect? What am I giving to people that they expect in return? A funny post? A rebellious political or religious post? Some post that defies the norm and so shocking? I am not writing for you or anyone. I am just writing. I had no other way left. I don’t do this for entertainment purposes. If my intention was to write about how I felt and about my life for entertainment purposes then I would come up with better content, but I am not a comedian. Dark and sarcastic, yes; comedic, no.
Do I care what you think?
I have been noticing a very negative view point from Arabs towards me. Yes, I am not perfect. Yes, I loved once and twice and three times. Is that a crime? I am not 100% religious but I don’t do anything that defies religion either. I don’t like being an Arab sometimes because I don’t agree with the Arab mentality that I find so repulsive.
Why?
I think that I did it for my self. I could have easily made it a simple diary blog with no people interaction what so ever. I have been doing that lately. Closing comments on certain posts because it is not necessary for me to read a comment by some stranger about how he/she thinks I am messed up or the most famous line, “your not the only one, so what?”
So what?
I didn’t plea for people’s help. I don’t mind the feedback, but I didn’t ASK for it. Also, don’t expect that I am writing for an “audience.” If I was, then I would be writing a fictional entertaining blog about how awesome it is being an Arab. I would take all the things that I think are negative, and leave the world with the 1% which is funny. Yes, we are funny people.
Am I like this in real life? What I am really portraying?
Remember this is a diary. A personal diary. I have one focus and that’s telling a story about me. Something I can’t do in real life. I am a good writer, and I express my self very well. In real life, I am the same in everything except expressing my self. I hide in real life. I am quiet. I really don’t talk much but if I do I am very defensive and I retaliate quickly. I don’t think when I talk. Not in a bad way at all. I am just honest if I don’t agree with something. I will not be fake about it and “satisfy” people with the proper answer.
Satisfaction not guaranteed.
I have no need to satisfy people. Would they satisfy me if I did? No. This is reality. This is life and people. Yet, people chose to read it. I wouldn’t personally read it. I don’t find it entertaining but heart breaking. Why would I read something like that? Yes, that’s the written part of me. Many people have things written about them, yet I chose to write about me. However, reading people’s opinions about me was devastating, yet, I chose to accept it. I chose to publish it to show the world what everyone else thought of me.
I confess, I am not who I am. Did you expect something different?
This is a guest post by one of my loyal readers: Lee Doyle. He is from Bristol, England and has a very controversial and honest blog as well.
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Everyone loves the “bay boy” image from the movies and who cannot forget the image Sandy had in the ending of Grease… Well this is how I see Mona in the blogging world. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will tell you if she does not like you… But she also has a softer side which we never get to see much.
You sometimes see glimpses of it in her posts from time to time… She reminds me of a rebellious teenager a lot. she moans about her mother and sister and uses the word “Hate” a lot… when she does not mean it.
Of course I do not know Mona in person (At all) so most if this is just what I gather from the few moments I get to read about her life and thoughts. She reminds me of myself in some ways, she loves to complain about anything… She loves to win every argument and will never give up even when she knows she is wrong… She is passionate about her interests and heritage, and she loves to have something to moan about (or will find something if nothing comes to mind).
People like Mona are only ever happy when they have done their fighting for the day, and can look back on their conquests and relive the key moments. This is a great thing but most people will see it as bad thing… But the world needs honest people who never give up even when defeat is staring them in the face.
One day you will read about how much Mona despises her sister or mother, the next week she let out how much she looks up to her mother and how she tries to bond with her sister… But loves to wind her up because she feels it is best for her to do and say these things so she does not turn out like her… I know this feeling myself.
One thing you never hear Mona mention is her Father… I do not know if this is because of something bad or she just does not get on with him… Which ever it is I am sure it is for a good reason.
We always read about how much Mona hates her job, how it is holding her in her past and forever changing in ways she hates. I always read about her ex-boss and wonder if he is seen more than just a boss in her eyes. I think this is one person she looks up to in some way (Older borther? Father she wished she had?)… I am sure it is only in a fatherly way… She confuses me with this one. Maybe it was him keeping her in her current job and now she really has had the push to leave and move on.
The one thing I see from Mona is that she has been hurt by love. When you ever see her mention her ex she will always mention him in a bad light and the normal “I hope he is unhappy”. This shows that she is still very much hurt and is not fully over him, but would never trust him again (I hope). She wants to find love but has a lot of commitments and pressures from her family and beliefs. You can see it in her posts that she hates being alone and has so many friends getting married and she is getting left behind.
She will not settle for second best, and does not want to marry for any reason apart from real love… But she wants love now… And she thinks she is getting older and older and still stuck in her teenage life and living at home and fighting with her sister.
I know plenty of people like this, and they all feel the same… She will hate me saying that she fits into categories but she mostly does… Is this a real bad thing? My guess is she would love to lead a normal life… But she loves to be different and rebellious, but also would not be happy living that normal life (For long).
I hope Mona can find this guy and life she so desperately needs. the only thing I also hope is she will still give us the lovable Mona we all love to read about.
One last thing I would like to talk about is why she has so many stalkers. I think Mona secretly likes having them and she gives a little smile every time she gets a comment or email… But then that smile quickly turns to rebelus mode and she sees something she hates in these men.
Mona has many things guys look for in their dream girl. I will lost some of these:
* She is rebellious
* She is good at arguing
* She will always surprise you
* You know you will never fully control this girl
* She is into many guy things like Programming and techy things
* She is very beautiful
* She pushes guys away
* She has build lots of walls around herself that guys want to break down
The last one may be strange. Mona has a mask she likes to wear and she (I may mind) is waiting for a guy to break down these walls she has build and see the real her… most guys I think know this about most girls but see it as too much of a challenge and give up… but some see it as a good thing and are attracted to it.
She comes across as a guys girl. She loves to keep fit, loves her techy things, and programs so you know she will understand a lot of the things us men like to talk about…
One last thing I think any of these stalkers need to know is to even stand a chance with Mona you need to jump through hoops… and be good at it… You will battle for every square foot with Mona. I also think she is looking for more than just a person to email and come over to marry her… no offense.
So here is to the ever complicated Mona, may your blog forever grace my computer screens in the future.
I was bored and checking out other top blogger’s new insights of the world of blog money making. So I was checking out John Chow’s latest article who is also Canadian and a top blogger. So if you are a blogger and you are bored like me and want to know how much your blog is worth, then check out this tool. I find it amusing the number figures that such websites give back to you.
A lot of the questions in the survey were asking about number of incoming traffic, my Google rank which is 4/10 apparently and Alexa traffic rank which resulted in such an exaggerated value!
For sale!
If my website is really worth that much, then hell, I will sell it now! Then I would have to buy some other domain name and start another blog that doesn’t have the words Arab girl in it.
But how do I advertise my site and get so much traffic? That’s for me to know and you to find out!
My name is Mona and I am an internet savvy and technology obsessed girl. I am originally Palestinian and I live in the province of Ontario in Canada. That's some info about me, and you can learn more [here].
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Back around 7 or 8 years ago, a trend of email forwards was such an annoyance amongst friends. I used to even get forwards from people I barely knew or emailed once in my life. Yet, you are in their list. It is scarce now to find 10 to 20 forwards a day in your email box. I knew some people who specifically go to their friends face to face and tell them to stop sending them forwards because they didn’t have time for nonsense. People didn’t even have the patience to read the hilarious or obscene posts. 
For some reason last night I remembered this one girl I knew 5 years ago. We were friends for about 4 years and we got along great. Then something weird happened till this day I do not understand but always made me have this drive to teach girls about the internet world and how “things work.”
My name is Mona and I am an internet savvy and technology obsessed girl. I am originally Palestinian and I live in the province of Ontario in Canada. That's some info about me, and you can learn more [
love the new design of the site…when I think this site with the content... 
ps - Be the change you... 
