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?