Friday, December 30, 2005

I Tagged Myself

I realized that my blog says nothing about me. So I think the best way to solve this is by tagging myself. My cousin actually Emailed this to me.
Here it is:

1. Time of starting This? 9:48 PM

2. Were you named after anyone? Yes, you see my parents are extremely original.

3. Do you wish on stars? No.

4. When did you last cry? I honestly don't remember.

5. What is your favourite meat? Broccoli.

6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf? Hmm.. Probably an old Britney Spears CD.

7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Fuck, yeah! I rock, man!

8. Are you a daredevil? Not really, no.

9. How do you release anger? I shout, and punch something untill my fists hurt. And then I shout some more.

10.Where is your second home? My Grandma's house.

11. Do you trust others easily? No.

12. What was your favourite toy as a child? Dusty, from My Little Pony Tails. (Or was it 'My Little Pony Tales'? I'm confused.)

13. What class in school do you think is totally useless? Arabic and Islamic studies. I've been studying them for over 10 years.

14. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes.

15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit? Yes. Not pleasant.

16. What do you look for in a guy/girl? I want a guy who'll respect the hell outta me.

17. Would you bungee jump? Fuck no.

18. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No.

19. What's your favourite ice cream flavour? Chocolate.

20. What are your favourite colours? Blue and green.

21. What is your least favourite thing? Disrespect.

22. Who do you miss most right now? My Grand father.

23. What are you listening to right now? Strangely, nothing.

24. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? Blue-green.

25. What is the weather like right now? Chilly.

26. Last person you talked to on the phone? I don't remeber. I have the memory span of a gold fish.

27. Do you like the person who sent you this? Yeah.

28. How are you today? Alright.

29. Favourite drink? Chocolate milk.

30. Favourite alcoholic drink? I don't drink alcohol.

31. Natural hair colour? Black.

32. Eye colour? Dark brown.

33. Wear contacts? Yes.

34. Favourite month? October. My birthday's on the 10th.

35. Favourite food? Mama Anne's shrimp salad. Yummy!

36. last movie you watched? Diary Of A Mad Black Woman.

37. Favourite day of the year? October 10th.

38. Scary movies or happy endings? Neither.

39. Summer or winter? Summer.

40. Hugs or kisses? Hugs. What a cheesey question, lol.

41. What book/magazine are you reading? George Orwell's 1984.

42. What's on your mouse pad? Nothing. It's blue, though.

43. What did you watch on TV last night? The Swan.

44. Favourite actor/actress? Johnny Depp, at the moment. And not because he's "hot". I actually don't think he's good looking at all. He's a very talented actor.

45. Favourite singer/band? Greenday.

46. Time of finishing? 10:12 PM.

I tag anyone who's reading this.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Amr Khalid Is A Rock Star

I love Amr Khalid.
That man is the only person who can talk for 2 hours straight without saying anything that would offend me. Or make me hate the world. Or even make me roll my eyes, for God's sake.
He is the epitome of all the good in the world. He gives me hope.
What I love most about him, is how he absolutely insists that women, and not men, are more significant throughout the history of Islam. The first believer, the first martyr, they were both women! I love how while giving a lecture to an audience of men, he insists on mentioning how women influence their lives each and every day.
Also, he is never without a smile on his face. And people who have met him say he is the nicest person you will ever meet.
He prays for us all, and he wants us all to be happy. I honestly think he does.
Allah ywafgo.
I heart Amr Khalid!!


Saturday, December 24, 2005

How I Spent The 22nd Of December

Thursday was quite eventful. My 9 year old sister got sick, and I took her to the hospital.
The same doctor who treated me as a child was checking her up. As I looked into his dull blue eyes, I felt releived that he didn't remember me. I hated him so much when I was younger. I don't know why, though. Maybe it's because I wasted many precious hours in the waiting room of his clinic, therefore I assosiated him with boredom and down-right meanness.
Then came the shocker:
"Your sister is very sick, ma'am." He droned.
I said nothing. I looked like a paniced idiot, though. You can bet on that.
He then said some Doctor-y stuff to the nurse (do they intend for us not to understand a word they're saying? It sure looks like they fucking do.)
Two hours and (what looked like a very painful) blood test later, the news came through; she was okay.
We went home and ordered a pizza.


Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Brain Farts: The Sequel

(Click here for the original)

It's fun to say 'blubber'. I just ate. Cheesey movies must all be destroyed. I tell people that I speak Spanish when infact I can only count to ten in Spanish. I must have been a tree in a past life. I hate censorship of any kind. Green's a pretty color. Yo' momma jokes are not amusing. I giggle alot. Shakespear was a perverted old man. I wish Elvis were still alive. I wish I could be Paris Hilton for a day. Arabic is hard. I wish I cound speak Arabic half as well as I could "speak"Spanish. My cat died last year. I have never seen 'The God Father'. I pretend to like all God's living creatures when infact I hate reptiles and firmly believe they must all die horrible deaths. I enjoy asking people akward questions. I'm not big-headed I'm just really really good looking. I only passed 12th grade math by coincidence. I only passed 12th grade biology by coincidence. My graduating high school was a fucking coincidence. Winnie the Pooh should consider changing his last name.

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Friday, December 16, 2005

We Are NOT Perfect Muslims!

For extra credit in Islamic Studies, our professor asked us to listen to an Islamic tape and write a report on it.
I listened to it.
There is something that completely baffles me, everytime somebody mentions it; Saudis are supposed to set an example for muslims everywhere.
I realize that we were born into Islam, and were raised as Muslims, but so were many other people.
I'm not saying I don't want us Saudis to become Muslims that are looked up to, I'm just saying it's not fair to expect us to be perfect people, and look down on us when you find out we're not.
I'd love to see my fellow Saudis all praying five times a day, giving to the poor, and fasting the whole month of Ramad'han. I truly would. But that's not the way the world works.
Islam should not be judged by the actions of Saudis. The prophet (pbuh) may have been born on this land, but let us not forget; he was not Saudi.


Sunday, December 11, 2005

Granny On Speed

Today someone complimented me on my attire. Apparently, my striped shirt and pink sweater made me look lika a "Granny on Speed".
Yes, I'm taking that as a compliment, thank you very much!
I feel like a granny on speed aswell, strangley enough.

I keep getting these weird-ass chain letter text messages, something about getting a phone call at 11 in the morning.. Weird shit.
What I want to know is; who the hell falls for this crap!?
Doesn't anyone know that the phone companies are behind these chain-text messeges!?
The same goes for Emails.
Did you get the "I have no eyes and I'm coming after you if you don't send this to 21 people! Boo!" one?
I did. I was 10. Scared the shit out of me, I tell you.
Chain letters must die.

Some dude's been phone-stalking me. I leave my phone on for 15 minutes, and I get an average of 8 missed calls from the guy.
He sends me text messages asking me why I texted him a week ago. I checked my sent messages file, I never sent him anything.
How do I know it's a guy, you ask?
I just do.

I have nothing more to say.


Wednesday, December 07, 2005

I'm Afraid I'll Kill Someone

I know I'm considered 'weird' by 'normal' people's standards, but this is something that I need to confess:

I am constantly afraid that I'll accidentally kill someone.

I am not joking, this is seriously one of my worst fears.
'How?', You ask?
I could place something on the ground, someone could trip over it, and die.
I could accidentally spill a toxic substance (like nail polish remover) into somebody's food, and they'd die.
I could maybe..
Enough with the examples already.
It really could happen! I could kill someone I love!
And if I don't, I could kill someone else, and the people that loved them would think it was all my fault, when it wasn't, and I'd have to live with the guilt..
It's what happens in Lord Of The Flies, and it's scary, for God's sake!
It just seems so easy. Like something that can easily happen.

And no, I don't go anywhere near babies, in case you're wondering.

Update: I tried to look up my phobia, this is all I could find. Fear of killing someone is listed under 'Actions'. Apparently, my phobia doesn't even have a name. It's just referred to as a strange phobia. Charming.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Manners Are Dead.

Tuesday through Thursday, I believe, there was an exibition at PSU (Prince Sultan Uni).
Guess what?
From what I hear, they had unexpected visitiors.
Apparently, a bunch of very conservative looking women stormed in, and headed for a stand that sold star sign bracelets.
"Hatha eesh!?" Asked one woman, angrily. (Translation: What are these!?)
"Asawir Abraj." The girl replied. (Translation: Star sign bracelets)
"Ah. Maktoob BilFarancy!?" Snapped the woman. (Translation: They're in French!?)
"La, English."
"SA5EEFA!" Shrieked the woman, as she flung a bracelet at the girl. (Translation: Either SILLY! or STUPID!, I'm not really sure.)

Before I go on, I'd just like to ask, what happened to good old fashioned manners, for God's sake?
This woman thinks she's being religious.. Islam calls for tolerance, respect, and most of all manners!

So the woman and her accomplices walk into the cafeteria, where music is being played, and some girls were dancing.
She gave everyone a dirty look, then left the exibition.
Ten minutes later the Muttawas surrounded the area.

Now, other than the fact that what these women have done is not how true muslims should behave, it really isn't any of their business what those girls were up to.
Many Muslims don't think music is Haram ( Translation: forbidden in Islam), and many of them don't beleive a Hijab includes covering one's face.
It is not those people's place to be "disiplining" the world.
They hardly know anything themselves (about relegion or otherwise).
I just wish they would all take the time to look at what they're doing, and come to realize that they are behaving like five year olds.


Thursday, December 01, 2005

Pick Ups and Drop Offs

I'm going out today, and the initial agreement was that I would meet my friend there.
I got a text message from her. It said: When do you want to leave?
I know what that means; it means she wants me to pick her up. Like she always does.
Now, I don't know if it's just me, or is it annoying to pick people up and drop them off? It is just frustrating since I can't tell her I don't like doing it, and I'm afraid to hurt her feelings.
I do enjoy her company emmensley.. I just think; if I didn't offer to do it, don't ask me to.
Do you think it's annoying, or is it just me?


Sunday, November 27, 2005

Do They LOVE Censorship or what!?

This is the second time, I believe, that ISU blocked blogspot. I used to blog on Livejournal, but that's long gone.
Why do they love censorship? Why don't they let us say what we want? It's not like blogspot is breeding mini terrorists, or anything!
As I recall, for a very long time (I'm not sure it was titties.. Could have been boobies..) was open for the masses to enjoy!
Imbeciles. I am not amused by the pranks they pull. They shall pay dearly.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

The Girl In The Class Room at 7:30

Around the 3rd or 4rth week of school, I walked into class extremely early, (it was about 7:3o, and class started at 8. Apparently I was pretty darn excited 'bout sum'in!).
I thought I could sit in the silence (there was only one other girl in class, and she was busy applying her make up), and maybe catch up on some reading or something.
I don't know if you've noticed this yet, but in my life, things usually take a turn for the unexpected.
I was staring like an idiot into space, completely oblivious to my surroundings, when I heard someone weeping.
I turned to see the girl was crying. Shaking uncontrolably.
She called my name. I was quite scared, I didn't know who this girl was, and she know my name.
"Come here," she said. "There's something I'd like to share with you."
I was torn between going to console her and running like a maniac out the door and then out of that wretched University..
I went to her.
"Errmm.. What's the matter?" I asked, hesitating a little.
"I'm about to tell you something that you cannot under any circumstances repeat to anyone else in the class."
I'm afraid to say, (as always) curiosity got the best of me. I agreed not to tell anyone in class, or otherwise.
"A man has asked for my hand in marriage," She began, sobbing.
"W..Well, that's great, congratulations."
"And his brother has asked for my older sister's hand in marriage."
"Alright, why are you so upset, then?"
"I don't want to marry him!"
"Then don't." I said, smiling.
"It's not that simple. My sister really wants to marry her Fiance, and if I say no, both men will withhold thier offers. And my father has already accepted both offers, and everything is almost finalised! Oh I don't want to marry that man!"
"Is he a bad man?" (Cut me some slack! I didin't know what to reffer to him as.)
"No, on the contrary, he is a wonderful man, both he and his brother are. He is all that I ever wanted in a husband."
"Again; what's the problem, then? Marry him. It'll make you, your dad and you sister happy."
"I'm not ready."
For the first time in my life, I was speechless. I was for almost the entirety of that conversation. You must know that the conversation did not go as smoothly as you might think from reading this.
You must also understand, that she was the kind of person you don't really talk freely with; very conservative. I can't ask her to defy her family's wishes.. For her that would be unthinkable. Unimaginable.
"Talk to your dad and sister, then. Try to make them understand that you feel you're not emotionaly ready for marriage." For God's sake, who is at nineteen!?
"There's something else. My father has Lukemia."
Okay, the biggest desision I ever had to make was 3ilmi aw adabi? (Translation: the scientific or literary section in highschool?). The most life-altering choice I ever had to make was weather I wanted a black kittie, or a ginger one.
"He's worried he'll pass away and there won't be anyone to take care of us."
Still speechless.
I mustered up enough courage to utter :"Do what will make your father happy."
I had never in my life felt more like a worthless, insignificant spoilt little brat.
Ilhamdu-lilah, I thank God Almighty. If I were this girl, I don't know what I would've done.

I have not talked to her since that fateful morning. What do you say to someone who's going through all this? How do you look them in the eye?
All I can say is I hope she's happy. Her engagement party supposedly took place over Eid break.

I can't help but feel that I've got it easy..

Sunday, November 20, 2005


I went back to school yesterday.
For the first time since last June, I believe.
I did not expect to get choked up while driving through the front gates. But, (thank God,) as soon as I walked down that hall and saw Q, I wen back to loathing Highschool.
I remember sitting in class, staring at the college girls who came to visit, and envying them. I wanted to get out of there so badly.. And now I am out.
I get to walk around in the hallways while people are in class, and no one can tell me "Get back in that class or I will call your mother, young lady!".
I get to bring my cell phone to school! I never thought I'd see the day!
But somehow, I did get that feeling of ''I'm home again!'' while walking down those hallways. I did want to hug everyone I came across. It feels like just yesterday we were all posing next to (what we call) our school's landmarks, taking the last pictures we would take of ourselves as highschool students, and shouting ''We will never again have to walk in here wearing these God damned uniforms!!''
My little trip down memory lane was not as spiritual as I thought it'd be.
Don't laugh at me, but I though I was special. Or atleast I thought our Class Of 2005 was special. I thought that after I left, they would shut down the school citing; ''It just isn't the way it used to be.'' (Very 3rd gradeish of me, I know)
They didn't. I guess I'm not as special as I led myself to believe.

The (shockingly) unspecial;

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Flight Plan

I saw the movie Flight Paln, and was very offended.
The movie takes place in an airplane, right?
"So who better," thought Hollywood, "to play the guy who looks like a villian, than an angry looking bearded Arab? Perfect!"
And highly original, Hollywood, really.
I am sick and tired of Hollywood portraying Arabs as ignorant, evil people. We are not. So stop pretending we are, and while you're at it, try to make movies that are not crap, please (I know this is very difficult for you).

Please, do not watch Flight Plan. Don't buy the DVD. I think we should boycott all movies that offend Arabs. I started.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

My Alter Ego And My Presentation

I believe you've noticed the link on the right that says 'My Alter Ego'.
You see, I've discovered that I can sometimes turn into Ms.Nasty who hates the world.
Therefore, I created a new blog for Ms.Nasty me (And Ms.Nasty me swears alot, so parental advisory and all that crap, lol).

Today I did a presentation on 'The Punk Culture'. It is very frustrating when you've put your heart and soul into explaining something to someone, and all they do is stare at you blankly while drooling over God knows what.
I had to endure 43 of those people today.
And after class, a bunch of girls came up to me and said: "Uhh.. We liked the pictures in your slide show!"
I felt like asking the question that pops into my head whenever I encounter infuriatingly ignorant people: Are you five?! Are you as amused by colorful pictures as a toddler?!
I worked very hard on the information I presented. I searched, drafted, wrote, and rewrote a million times! And all you can think of is to compliment me on the pictures I googled!?
I know I must sound big headed, everyone likes a compliment, right?
Wrong. Not when it's about something as trivial as pictures in (what I thought was) a truly interesting presentation!
You know what the problem is?! Our youth is so glued to the Rotana screen that they don't even think about acquiring an effing hobby!

I'm probably blabbering and not making sense.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Anonymous Me

I walked into KSU this morning, (I go in through gate 3), and saw that what was only three weeks ago a perfectly normal looking room, was now in ruins. I have no idea when, how, or why. All I know is that it was not the best way to wake up at eight AM.
I got to class on time though, which is always good.

I got an A- in grammar. I don't know how. I studied my ass off (not really, lol. I just enjoy saying 'I studied my ass off'), I hate how I suddenly turn into an idiot once I lay my hands on an exam paper.

When I first got accepted at KSU, I was thrilled. I didn't know anyone who was majoring in English Lit., and I couldn't wait to walk into a classroom and be anonymous.
Anonymity is really a blessing, (that unfortunately, does not last very long). Really, being able to sit in a room full of people and not have to talk to anyone! And be able to read a book, or listen to some music while faceless people around you talk about things you can't really hear. Bliss.

At my highschool, you were a dork if you were anonymous. I'm sorry, but it's really hard for me to care what people think of me. I don't know if I'm 'mature', or I just simply don't give a damn.

I miss the girls at highschool.
I say it with no shame now. Strange how I miss the past the moment it stops being the present.
I feel like I'm missing out on everything when I see them these days.
Like, there's this girl I know who's piss-your-pants hillarious, and every time I see her now, I think; 'I probably missed a million of her jokes'. And what's sad is that I did.

I wouldn't mind one more of Q's classes right about now, lol.
And I thought I felt left out in highschool.

I am not contradicting myself. Wanting to be anonymous is not wanting to be left out. When I'm anonymous, I could be anything to anybody. It's kind of complicated.
When I'm left out, people know who I am, but don't relate to me, and I don't to them. It's like being the odd one out. Whereas when you're anonymous you're not one in the first place.

I want to be seventeen again.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Beirut Taxis

I'm in Beirut! The weather's awesome, and I get to give my Abaya a rest, (at-fucking-last!)
Taxi drivers here are funny, man. They LOVE to honk them horns!
You could be walking down the street, and a taxi would pull up to you, the driver would roll the window down and shout "TAXIIII!?". And after shaking your head (rather violently) no, he'd motion for you to get in, (also rather violently). A few minutes later you'd find yourself absolutely screaming "NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOO!". It's all quite dramatic, actually.
Come to think of it, every taxi ride I've gotten has been an experience. (Infact, the ones I haven't gotten are aswell, strangely enough..)
About a year ago now, Our whole (extended) family went on a skiing vacation in Austria *que the sound-track to The Sound Of Music*. Two of my cousins and I called a taxi to pick us up from the hotel we were staying at. To our utter horror; a tiny ancient looking pink taxi pulled up infront of our hotel.
At first, we saw the hilarity in our predicament, (Really; have YOU ever seen a hot pink taxi?) and started giggling. Then, the driver, who turned out to be a ridiculously old, ridiculuosly skinny, toothless chap, turned around and said; "Vutt are you gurlz laughing at!? Eh??".
We said nothing.
"Err.. Nothing."
Later on, we discovered the little man smoked like a god-damned chimney. The smell was overwhelming. I asked him to stop, (my cousin had started to cough, and her eyes were turning red) and he said "No, next time, you assk for a non-smoking driverr."
Can you imagine? We could have died right then and there from inhaling all that smoke! (Or someting)
We asked if he would mind opening a window.
I asked if he could please turn the radio on
At that moment he swerved infront of a red light. We were not only going to drive past a red light, we were about to hit a little old lady.
about 15 minutes into the ride, he rolled down his window, stuck his head out, and started shouting (what sounded like) German curse words at random people.
We later found out that he is quite fond of shouting curse words at random people. (Who, as a result, wound up laughing their asses off.) Imagine an old,toothless man shouting at you from inside a pink car. (Why PINK, for God's sake!?)
We got to our destination about 3o minutes later. What should have been a 15 minute ride, wound up a 45 minute adventure in a little pink cab.
Beware, the wrath of the dreaded Pink Taxi. *Mwahahahaaaaaa!*

Friday, November 04, 2005

Boys Are Stupid, Just Ask Cupid (Or Anyone Else, Really)

What is wrong with Saudi males!? They seem to think that they're the shit. Let me tell you, they are not.
There is something I have been dying to mention; Saudi boys enjoy very strange things. They like racing thier $150,000 cars in public streets, being rude to Saudi girls in particular (I think this stems from insecurity. They are niether charming, nor good looking, so they have no way of impressing girls, therefore they act like complete jackasses), and throwing little pieces of paper with thier phone numbers written on at female passer-by.
As I mentioned, they like racing cars and preforming dangerous stunts. And as you may have guessed, this causes hundreds of car crashes. Daily.
There is a street called 'Al-Tahlia' in Riyadh that Saudi kids, (mostly teenagers) like to go to. If you ever pass by it, you may notice that there are no females sitting in any of the restaurants or coffee shops. This is the result of the grudge the government has against women. You see, women are not allowed in any of the restaurants or coffee shops. I would know, because I once tried to get in, and was reduced to standing outside the restaurant and ordering my food to go.
I once heard a story a girl at school was telling. She and some friends were driving (not literally ofcourse. They, like most Saudi families, have hired male drivers) through Al-Tahlia, and they were being chased by a boy in a B.M.W. Ofcourse, he was not looking at the road, so he crashed into a wall or a pole or something, and died.
Ofcourse, not all Saudi boys are careless drivers. There are boys who genuinley accidentally crash. But I believe that only a few do, and most boys involved in crashes caused them, and out of sheer stupidity.
You can ask any Saudi family, and they'll tell you they knew a young man who died in a car accident.
So, to any parents who happen to be reading this: please stop giving your children cars to crash! If you want to kill your kid, go ahead. Just don't let them put us all in danger.
Stay safe, (and don't forget your seatbelts!).
Oh! And Happy Mushroom Day! (LOL I'm sorry, that text message CRACKED ME UP!)
Kol 3amm o into b5eer!

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

A Bit Of My Highschool Journal

I was going through my old high school stuff, when I came across my old journal.
I thought I'd give you a look at my old angst-ridden adolecent self:

The woman is a lunatic. The last time I tried to have an intelligent conversation with her, I wound up laughing my head off.
I hate people who get angry an shout alot. I find loud voices seriously disturbing.
That's why I did not attend Q's* class today. I just cannot handle her insisting on being unreasonable and uncivilized. She's a sweet old lady, but sometimes I do question her mental stability, like I do many others'.
I just wish I could leave here. I am tired of living in this bubble.

This life-like dream
Ain't for me

There is nothing to do here in this hell-hole. Maniacs randomly roam the streets, the heat is unbearable (as is the stench), everything is always dirty and dusty and it is quite normal to find twelve to forty year olds suffering from an unexplainable depression that just knaws at your heart.
The British Council is having a creative writing contest. Contestans are asked to write a story. The theme is 'I Belong', which makes me laugh, because that is the only topic I cannot wirte a single word on. Because I quite simply don't belong.

Aww! Wasn't I a precious-widdle angst-widden tween!?

*Q taught me Tawheed (I think), in high school.

The Media Are Being Idiots Again.

I was once looking at a magazine, and one of the headlines read: 'New Study Shows That Most Car Accidents In Saudi Arabia are Caused by Males.'
I do not blame the magazine for wasting precious paper on such an idiotic article, as much as I blame the poor, poor fool who's studying the matter. It must have taken him an eternity to figure that out.
It is disgusting how the media completely ignores the serious matters in this country! It just makes me want to shout: DON'T ACT LIKE WE LIVE IN A PERFECT COUNTRY, BACAUSE WE ARE FAR FROM BEING PERFECT.
I wanted to get that off my chest. I have.
I'll be posting today again, but at a decent hour.
Untill then, don't get into any female-induced car accidents! I hear they're becoming quite common here.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005


Although I am a woman, (or am on my way to becoming one), there is one thing I do not understand about my fellow females. I know for a fact that we are not weak, so why do we (by being vunerable) fall prey to men? Why would a beautiful, smart, well-off young woman, allow a disgusting pig of a man she calls her husband/boyfriend to disrespect her?
I thought marriage (and all relationships) was about two people who share mutual understanding, trust, and most importantly; respect for eachother.
In my mind, that is the definition of love.
Apparently, many women settle for second best. Or even for absolutely horrible.
I, for the life of me, will never understand why. And I believe I'm better off not understanding.


Monday, October 31, 2005

The Grass Is Greener On The Other Side.

This summer I met some girls at a gig in London. (Yes, at a gig).
I told them that they did not know how lucky they were to be Londoners. They told me I didn't know how lucky I was to be able to get whatever I want.

The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same

I'd give anything (not anyone), to be able to have thier freedom. At the end of the day; material possesions are just material possesions, whereas freedom is priceless.
I had arguably the best night of my life at that gig. They get to do that every weekend.
I'd love to walk out of my house dressed however the hell I feel like. I can't do that here in Riyadh, can I?
I find it sick that females are required to dress in head to toe black, and men in white. Go to a shopping mall, for instance, and take a look at how people are dressed. Isn't it messed up, to put it politely?
Also, I am sick of not being allowed to laugh out loud in public. It is not rude, people. Get over yourselves.
I am sick of not having a decent music store or bookstore that is a short drive away.
I am sick of males staring at my chest, and while we're on the subject; if you want to jerk off, get your self a TV and watch some LBC, damn it. It is seriously disturbing that anything in a Abaya gives you a boner. (Please excuse my French)
I am sick of having nothing to do all the time. This can't be healthy!
I am sick of having to be paranoid on the rare occasions that I do leave the house. I'm always on the lookout for Muttawas, or some drunk perverts who are planning on assauliting me, like in the Nahdha video. Those images have mentally scarred me. I'm not even exaggerating!
I'm absolutely sick of this Godforsaken town. We're stuck in the year 1804.

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I have had it up to my eyeballs with this bull shit! I am starting a revolution. Who's with me?

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me


*All lyrics taken from Jesus Of Suburbia, by Greenday.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

I'm Being Stalked!

A few weeks ago I was at school, (KSU, to be exact), and had quite a strange experience. I was standing near an exit, minding my own buisiness, when a large female appraoched me, (and to my displeasure) actually shoved me.
I shall tell you what happened after that shortly, but I'd just like to ask; Who the hell does that!? What are we, five!?
And then she proceded to threaten me. I tell you, I have never seen this woman before in my life. She told me that I should never run away from her when she called me. What?
At that moment, I was pretty much scared out of my mind. I started to laugh, and then I told her, (in a very loud voice, I might add), that I was not who she thought I was, and that she had the wrong girl. But again to my displeasure, she kept on looking at me threateningly and walked away.
By then, people who had seen what had happened and passerby were looking at me curiously, like I was growing a second head. (Which I was not).
To this day, I am confused. Clearly she had mistaken me for someone else.... My god, I pity the girl who she had meant to threaten. She looked like she could take on a cow. With ease, I might add.
In conclusion, I urge you to take caution while going about your everyday life.
Take care.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Friends And Secrets

I have realized that I am quite a bad judge of character. I met a girl and totally hated her, then found out she's actually alright. And ofcourse, there is my ever-growing pile of ex-friends who turned out to be.. Well, let's just say not what I expected.
What is wrong with me? Why can't I read people well?
However, I am very picky with who I make friends with. I've always been the cautious kind. I have very little good friends, and alot of those friends who are just part of the scenery and fun to hang out with. I think it's a mistake to have tons of close friends that you tell everything to.
Someone once told me that if you tell a secret to three people or more, consider it no longer a secret.
Why is that, I wonder? Have people lost their trust-worthy-ness? Is trust-worthy-ness even a word?
I had written a bunch of crap, but then realized; NOBODY CARES, lol.
Watch this space.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Brain Farts

For those of you who don't know, a brain fart is a completely random sentence. The act of brain farting is creating a string of completely random sentences, that might not make sense to most people. You should know, I am an avid brain farter.

Bearded men scare me. All men are perverts. I will never get a bikini wax. Ouch. Med. students think they know everything. Poking people is fun. Horses are shiny. Honey is gross. Leopard prints are takcy. Stoners aren't funny. Younger siblings need to stop being annoying. Text messags should be free. Dolphins are pretty. Whoever invented zippers is a genius. Smiling makes my face hurt. The sword on the Saudi flag seems to be representing violence and raging tempers. I wish black nail polish suited me. Anyone who plays guitar is automatically hot. Anyone who plays drums is automatically super cute. I want to be anywhere but here.

There you go. My first brain farting post. Comment with your own brain farts!
TTFN, ta ta for now!

Thursday, October 27, 2005

The Bad Old Days

Last night was quite eventful. I went to a friend from high school's granfather's funeral, and saw a bunch of my old highschool friends. I'm not going to lie and tell you I wasn't happy to see them, I was.
All my life, people have been telling me that my highschool years were going to be the best years of my life. They weren't. Lest's all be frank; highschool sucked, man.
All I ever thought for the entirety of those three years was: 'If this is as good as my life will get, kill me now.'
It was a time of mass confusion, fighting (with friends, parents, teachers etc..), and absolute hell.
So as I was sitting there, looking at the familiar faces of the girls I loved, hated, and loved to hate, I wondered; Do I miss them? Is it nostalgia that is making me want to burst into tears, or is it the fact that my good friend is in mourning? And more importantly; is it them I miss, or is it(god forbid), highschool?
You must understand that it is very hard for me to admit that missing high school even crossed my mind. Oh, the shame!
What is it about highschool that fools people into thinking that it was actually even a little bit fun? I graduated last year, and I can tell you it wasn't. IT WASN'T.
However horrible highschool was, I can't say I didn't learn some very valuable lessons, (and I assure you, it wasn't in chemistry calss).
I learned not to trust people, I've had people take advantage of me in the most horrible ways.. You can't even begin to imagine.
I learned how to speak my mind, and not let people push me around.
I learned that true friends ALWAYS call you back.
And ofcourse, I learned that smoking is gross and it gives you bad breath.
That is all for now, take care, kids!

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Aww! My first post!

Greetings! I am ubergirl, and this is my blog! I lead such a wonderful, crazy life, and I, (out of the goodness of my heart) have chosen to share it with YOU!
(Notice how I end all my sentences with exclamation marks! I'll stop! I promise!)
Okay, I stopped!
No, really I did.
I never really got into the whole blogging movement, but today I realized I should.
I have so much to say, and for some reason, I have always felt that the world needs to hear my point of view. It does.
I have something to say about absolutely EVERYTHING. Which is both a blessing and a curse. So try me. Ask me anythig, and I'll go on and on and on and on and... You get my drift.
My sister asked me to read someone called Jo's blog today (, it was quite strange to read about someone who thought alot like me, and who (strangely), also goes to a Luny Uni. Isn't it reassuring to find out that there are TWO Luny Unis in our beloved Kingdom?
I need to sign off.
I'll see y'all later!