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

ubergirl

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

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.
ubergirl

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.
ubergirl

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!

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!
ubergirl

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 (www.classic-diva.blogspot.com), 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!