I guess many of you want to know what happened the night he emailed me. Some of you were really angry and wanted to know! Really, it is not an exciting story, but a plain horrible story for me. You see, I tried to not talk about it the next day, because it hurt. I didn’t want to write in an angry tone, and I didn’t know how to put the words together. However, I told two people the story, and when I got to the end, they said, “what the hell? Does he want to rub it in, or just plain mean?”

He emailed me that night justifying the post I wrote about the wedding story. He confessed some parts, and tried to elaborate or correct other parts. Typical him. Then at the end of the email he said, “I have been trying to add you to MSN. I want to talk to you please. Can you add me?”

I didn’t know why in the world he wanted to talk to me after I trashed him. So I added him to MSN. I wanted to see what he wanted, out of curiosity you know. However, we all know that curiosity killed the cat.

Throughout the conversation I kept asking him what he really wanted. He kept telling me he wanted to be friends with me. He wanted to be friends again and talk and fill the gap of two years. He said that since we knew each other for about 6 years, that he did not understand why I hated him. Hmm. Ok.

I then said, “no.” I kept telling him that I was not going to keep him on msn, and I wanted to know NOW what he wanted. Why did he even bother to email me? He told me since he saw me the night before, many good memories spurred in his head, and it was the first time he went on my blog for a long time.

He then surprised me by saying, “I want to see you. How about Thursday or Friday? We go for Sushi.” I was a bit stunned and said, “No!” Why the hell did I want to see him? Why the hell does a married guy want to see me? I told him that I didn’t want to see him again, and if he accidentally saw me anywhere in this world, to never stare at me or try to talk to me.

After an hour of arguing, I then got horribly frustrated and I told him, “I am going to block you now if you don’t tell me what you REALLY want.” He then said, “fine. I have a list of things to say to you.”

He gave me a list of about 12 or 13 things.

Here are some of them:

1. Don’t talk about me in a bad way to anyone.
2. Don’t pray against me to God (ed3y 3alay).
3. We should be friends and please keep me on MSN so I can talk to you from time to time.

Etc. I cannot remember the rest, but those were the main points.

So I told him, “nice.. I won’t do any of those. So, stop the bull shit and tell me, how do you have the heart to marry someone so quickly after I have known you for 6 years?”

He then said this, and I wish I never read it. He said, “I love my wife more than anything on this earth. More than I love my self. She is part of me, and I love her so much. We didn’t want to get married this way, but this is what happened. I love her to death.”

I read that. My heart stopped, because in the two seconds of me reading that, 1000 memories permeated in my head of the same crap he used to say to me. I just went into shock, and I thought to my self, “My God . . . you are a fucking ass. I hope you live a miserable life. Love? Do you even know what love is? Is your love so great for her, that seeing me for one night made you want to talk to me so badly and remember every good memory, and then say that shit to me?”

I said, “bye.” Then I blocked and deleted him. I didn’t even let him finish what he was writing or cared to read anymore.

I spent the night crying and kept asking my self. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Was I really that horrible? Or this was his way to rub it in and get married to a girl from another country that knows nothing about him, and hoping to have a fresh great start. Who cares about love. He obviously can easily pretened to love anyone. Good memories? That’s what he remembered? Really. Didn’t he remember that when he decided to get married to any girl? My God. You see, guys like him are asses. And I know many girls who had similar or exact stories because the guys are weak and think they can play revenge by doing that. The problem is, they don’t marry out of love. They marry out of spite.

He requested that I didn’t pray against him or say horrible things against him. Well then, I guess I am so doing the opposite and I wish him a horrible miserable unsuccessful life. Amen!

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I don’t know why there are some Arabs lurking on my site writing trash. Did I bug you in any way? Did I do or say anything to you? Why do people hide behind fake IP addresses that they use more than once with different names to comment on my site? Why does it bug you that I write on this blog? Does it make a difference to your well being what I say? Do I even bother you? No.

So look at your self in the mirror and say, “My GOD! I am horribly fugly, that I don’t have an ounce of decency or any self respect. I should maybe go hang my self. But, I rather go on other people’s websites and insult them, because I have nothing better to do with my life.”

All I can say, I feel sorry for you. May God place mercy on your soul and maybe one day you will thank me for not making you look like the proper fool that you are.

By the way, I like my age. I like being 28. You got a problem with that? Or since you are an Arab, and a dumb ass Arab with no brain or morals, then you go around insulting me. You have been lurking on my site for over two years now, and I have no idea why you are obsessed with me. Are you pissed off that I am more popular and I get an audience who are not Arabs and not part of a clan of idiots? I dare you go insult a non-Arab. That will be funny. I want to see how much they degrade you for being an Arab and pathetically stupid. I am going to say this for the last time, you should seriously be ashamed of being an Arab, because you make the rest of us look bad. And stop hiding behind a fake IP Address. I know who you are, and your fellow lifeless comrades. Seriously, I am happy I am not part of your Arab trash clan of bloggers.

Also, your comment will never automatically show up on my site. I filter garbage like you.

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When you try to brush away the past, it comes creeping back at you, in a horrible way.

Last night, I was forced to go to my mom’s friend daughter’s wedding. I don’t like going to weddings, because I don’t care to see someone else happy. I don’t care to see other Arabs. That’s the last thing I want to see or care about.

I arrived at this boring wedding, and if you were following me on Twitter last night, I was sending SMS to it, and telling the world everything that I saw as it happened. Twitter is my live blog you can say. So, I arrived around 5:30ish. No one was there. Typical. Arab Standard Time. They don’t know the meaning of time, because to them, everything is an hour later. Around 6:15, more people started showing up. The whole wedding was about 70 people. Maybe less. It was segregated half the time. Women on one side, and men on the other. Because the women wanted to dance in peace without men staring at them. I agree. Men stare. And women can bust a move.

Anyways, let me get back to this 6:15 crap. The room was not curtained till the bride came. Before then, everything was open. Then, the problem occurred. HIS mom and other women that I don’t friggen know showed up and sat at the table next to ours. I was like God why, God why! His mom saw me and started kissing me like crazy, and saying, “I want to kiss you. I really want to!” I thought to my self, “Why?” Fine kiss me, I will clean my face with acid when I get home. That’s no problem. It is just skin.

Where I was sitting, it was the most perfect position at the whole wedding. Back table, and facing straight at everything. I mean it. I can see everyone, and everyone can see me. (Smart move, I know.) Around 6:30ish, well, just my luck, you know who I saw? Yes. You guessed it. I saw HIM. HIM! The EX that I have not seen for over two years, and I have not talked to in a year and a half. A bad interview suddenly took over my head, and went like this:

Logical Mona: Why the fuck am I here?

Crazy Mona: I want to leave now! Now! Screw this wedding. I don’t want to be here!

Logical Mona: I am stuck. My mom dragged me here, and she won’t leave and we just got here!

Crazy Mona: I want to shoot my self now.

Logical Mona: Where the hell is that handgun?

So, after that, I said to my self, “please God, I don’t want him to see me. I don’t want anyone to see me.” So I took out my phone, and I browsed the internet for the rest of the night. Even while eating, I had my head bent down, and was browsing the net. I was sending SMS back and forth with Lisa, and she kept saying, “oh my God! You kidden?” And then out of no where, my brother sent me SMS saying, I sent you 600 bucks. I was like ya baby ya! I needed some money earlier today, cause I felt like I needed a Netbook. Like I need more computers.

So, I was enjoying the segregation, until they decided to open it for men dancing. I was like what the fuck. At around 8:15, I kept nagging my mom by telling her, “can we go. Can we go!” She kept saying no, because that’s what mothers do. I told her, “I have to go pee! I want to go home!” She said, “go to the washroom!” I then couldn’t help it anymore, and went to the washroom. After that, I decided to go outside in the -15c weather and make a call. I called Lisa, and I said, “I WANT TO LEAVE! Why my luck why! Why am I here??” She obviously thought I was crazy, but I don’t blame her. She befriended a lunatic, and she felt sorry for me. Thanks Lisa.

During the course of the evening, his mom kept talking to a lady that was sitting on our table, and she kept staring at me. I am like what the hell is wrong with you woman. Leave me alone. I am not an object to look at. Or do you feel sorry for me? Or do you feel that I was too good for your son, and now you regretting it because my God, I actually look good? You never noticed that I look like a real Arab?

Later in the evening, things winded down, and most people were sitting down. For some odd reason, he decided to move tables to a table on the other side of the hall that is right across from mine. The hall is pretty small, so imagine it. Then out of no where, or maybe I am blind or something, but he kept staring at me. You know how uncomfortable I felt? I wanted to pinch my mom and tell her to fucking get out of here. But no. So why was he staring at me? I have no clue. Wasn’t he married to some chick from another country that he barely knew? Isn’t that what typical Arabs do?

Then around 10ish, finally, oh finally my mom decided to go! I was relieved! Then, as I was leaving, his mom wanted to say bye to me, and she kissed me again. And said, “oh you are so cute. May God always be with you and my heart is with you.” By the way, I didn’t reply back. I just gave a fake smile.

Then, the best part of the whole wedding happened. You know when you decorate a cake, and you spend all those precious minutes making it look perfect, then you decide, my golly, I have to top it up with a cherry to make it ever so perfect. As I was walking out with my family, I had to pause a bit at the doorway where mom decided to talk to someone. I was like great! Perfect. Then we walked, and waited at the door for the car to arrive in the -20c weather. Yes. temperatures were dropping drastically last night.

So, I looked back, and he was walking towards us. I was like fuck no. He wants to go out for a smoke? But he didn’t have a coat on. Hmm. Then he curved to the men’s washroom. I was like phew. Five seconds later, he got out of it. I was like, huhh? You had to see me go you fucker? What a lame way of doing it! At that point, I really wanted to take a heavy object and throw it at him. Why did he walk after me as I was leaving? Why the lame ass attempt? Oh. I think because I knew him for about 6 years. You see, that’s what happens to people that you knew for a very long time, and maybe had this feeling called love. Which I no longer believe in because of THAT!

What do I say about all this? My life is just a horrible bad selected theaters movie. That’s my life.

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I got people lately searching on Google for relationship advice for people who withhold the crazy profession of computer programmer, and they end up on this amazingly boring blog.

This is my advice:

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I don’t have any. I just blank out. I can’t think of anything at all.

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I had to post this before government agencies take this off youtube.

Yes. He called him kalb. (Dog) …

Now that’s how we Arabs do it!

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