James Frey Is A Rockstar.

A Million Little Pieces is a great book.
That's what matters.
I don't care that Her Royal Suckiness Oprah doesn't approve.
Someone seriously needs to knock her right off her high horse, anyway.

The man wrote a very good book.
Who cares that he lied a little bit!?
The only difference between James Frey and Dave Pelzer is that unfortunately for James, everything he mentions in his book is on record somewhere else. That's why he got found out.
And I would much rather read (entertaining) "lies" about jumping off third floor balconies than a boy who's mother makes him eat his own vomit. I mean, wouldn't that have killed him?
Look at any "memoir". I dare you to find a 100% accurate account of someone's life on paper.

Bottom line is, books are a source of entertainment. As long as they're doing their job and keeping the reader happy, it doesn't matter whether it involves lies or exaggerations.
I don't see what all the fuss is about!

ubergirl

Apparently I'm A Spoilt Princess Who Thinks She's Queen Of The World.

Today a total stranger hurt my feelings.
I don't know how it happened.
I mean, normally people I know can't hurt my feelings, let alone idiots who don't even know my name.
She was so mean.

I'll show her who I "think I am". Nobody messes with me.
Man, I don't know why I care so much about her opinion of me. I don't normally care about anything. Especially not what people think of me!

Am I being overly sensitive lately, or could it have been what she said that triggered this new emotional side of me?

ubergirl

Boys, Boys, Boys!

Please, gentlemen, when you want to flirt would you mind looking a little more.. Err.. Put together? (Shaving before hand would be nice.)
And lets keep the car chases between noon and 8 PM, please.

Also, one thing I and every female in existence wants to know is; Why do Arab men promise you the world when all they want is a little fun?
Why declare their ever-lasting love when they've only known you for .392 seconds?
Why the marriage proposals when all they want is to mess around?
After all, it is pathetic.

All you guys out there; did it ever occur to you that maybe we want some fun too?

Think about it.

Now stop lying, for fuck's sake.


Oh, and if I don't take your number the first time, it's unlikely I'll take it the 4875356th time around.


ubergirl

If You Don't Like My Blog Don't Read It. Have A Nice Day.

I am sick and tired of the comments I get.
I feel like I'm constantly having to defend myself and everything I say.
This blog is not fun anymore.
I'm sick of the Emails I'm getting from people who have never been here and are not even Arabic telling me how much Saudi Arabia and it's people suck.
I'm sick of arguing to no avail.
So please, if you don't have anything productive to say, if you have no clue about Saudi Arabia keep your nasty comments to yourself.
Being mean is no art. Anyone can say nasty things about anything, so don't think you're some super hero for calling people names.

And honestly, don't you people have better things to do than read (and comment on) blogs you hate?
Quit wasting my (and your) time.

ubergirl

Quit Trying To "Save" Me.

I hate it when random people come up to me and ask me to cover my face.
It doesn't matter whether or not they were 'polite'.
It offends me.
I might be someone who believes that covering one's face is a Bid3a. They should all consider that before asking anyone to potentially do something they don't believe in.
How would all those people feel if I went around asking them/their wives to take their veils off because I personally think it's haram? (I'm not saying I do.)
However, I have noticed that veiled women commit Bid3as as a result of wearing a veil. They pray with it on, for example.

And more importantly; It's no one's business but mine what I dress like. I will not take these people's advice, nor will I ever appreciate it.

ubergirl

Rock Fest.

Thrusday I saw Reel Big Fish and 3 Doors Down live.
3 Fucking Doors Down!
I went to the Dubai Desert Rock Festival with LuLu (who actually wanted to wear pink! Ha!).
It was a blast.
My ears are still ringing and my voice still hasn't gone back to normal but it was worth it!
And it was one hell of a workout.
(Plus I got to top off my tan.)

I'm trying to post a picture of the stage but Blogger isn't cooperating.
I'll do it later.

ubergirl

P.S. Both bands ROCK live!

Update: Picture's up!

The "Prank"

Tuseday.
I was so exited when we parked next to the school.
I ran out of the car and right into the building.
I wasn't excited about the prank as much as I was happy to be back home!

My friends and I went into the building.
We walked into a class.
My old math teacher was giving a lesson to some bored looking girls.
"Hi! Guess what? WE'RE BACK!"
She smiled and said: "Oh, we've missed you girls! You really were a fun bunch, weren't you? Come right in! Take a seat, I'd love it if you joined us!"
What?
She's not annoyed.
We didn't ofcourse take that math class. (We don't miss high school that much, people.)

So we decided to cause some mayhem in the hallways. (Always fun!)
We were then joined by some juniors and freshmen who missed having 'the cool older seniors around!' (Don't you just love kiddies who look up to you!?)

We did make some noise and as I watched the vice principal walking briskly down the hallway to see what was going on, I felt a familiar rush.
My. God.
I cannot believe that woman still scares me.
"What on earth- Well well! If it isn't the class of 2005! How are you girls doing! We sure have missed you!"
She likes us now?
"And what are you girls doing out here? Shouldn't you be in class?" She asked the younger girls.
"Oh, come on! It isn't everyday we get a visit from the class of '05! Please let us stay here and hang out with them!"
"Oh.. Alright." She said with a smile.
"Just don't get yourselves into any trouble."
And she walked off.
And we hung out at school.
And no one made us leave.
And they were all 'so happy to see us!'
They miss the noise.
They miss the trouble. (We were kind of.. Umm.. Naughty, is how I'll put it.)
I got a pleasant little highschool experience.

I hate highschool.

ubergirl

More Things That Get My Blood Boiling.

I am pissed. Again.

First of all:
Those bimbos in head to toe green annoy me. They not only insist on wearing mathching 'patriotic' outfits all the fucking time, no. They want me to join them!
That is so gonna happen!

Patriotism is not in wearing a fucking wristband that says "Saudi Arabia is cool!".
Patriotism is working hard to make your country a better place.
Not by abusing janitors and littering and violence and chaos, girls! (And guys.)

This is something I truly despise.
I love God, and I love his Prophet (pbuh), but I don't think putting them on a goddamn bumper sticker proves anything. Especially not my loyalty.
And that also rings true for this 'patriotism' fad.

No, I will not wear a portrait of the king on a t-shirt.
And no, I will not sing the national anthem in the hallways and disrupt lectures.
Honestly, people!
GROW UP!

Secondly:
I am sick and tired of elitist foreigners making fun of Saudi Arabia.
No, women can't drive.
Yes, we have religious police who boss everyone around.
Yes, the sexes are segregated.
Yes, sexism is normal here.
No, women are not locked in tents untill they're "married off."
No, it does NOT "totally suck!" over here!
And NO, you/your country are/is NOT BETTER THAT ME/MY COUNTRY.
We all know everywhere on earth has it's problems, an I can guarantee you; I think all your problems are much worse than mine, so get over yourselves.

ubergirl

Teen Pregnancy, And "We Don't Wanna Grow Up!"

So today I was sitting in class waiting for a lecture to start, when some chick walks up to my friend (who was sitting next to me).
They apparently know eachother from somewhere.
My friend asked why she hasn't been coming to school lately.
"I just found out I'm pregnant. I'm supposed to not come to school at all for the next two weeks, but screw it. I'm not wasting anymore years, I want an education."

Ahem.

Why do people let things like this happen to them?!
Why is this girl even married!? She doesn't look old enough to be!
And why the fuck didn't she use protection!?


On a lighter note, my highschool friends and I have decided to pull a little prank.
On Tuesday, we're all going back to highschool garbed in our old uniforms, hauling book bags. We're gonna sit in what used to be our usual desks, and we shall flatly refuse to move.
We'll say "We don't like college and we're movin' back in. YEAH!"
Rock on!

What are they gonna do? Fail us in something? Call our parents!? Ha!
It's fool proof!
I shall let you know how it goes.

ubergirl

Randomness

I'm sitting at my computer.
Mocha is making me write this post.
I have nothing to say.
If you don't like it then send your hate mail to her.
I'm listening to my little brother tell my parents about a big fight some high schoolers had at his school.
It all sounds very dramatic and bloody.
My parents are concerned. I can feel it. It's hillarious.

My head is torturing me.
You're a spoilt brat.
You don't deserve half the things you have!
You don't deserve your friends.

I am a spoilt brat.
Get over it, head.

I feel better now.

I haven't cleaned my room in over sixty-five years. (Not really.)
I don't intend to.
And no, Mocha, You're not allowed to come over and do it for me. Go be freakishly organized at someone else's house.

ubergirl

I'm Not Apologizing. I'm Clearing Things Up.

All of what follows is directed at various people I love. The people who are in my life, the ones who, no matter what they do, will always be a part of me (unfortunately for them):

I know you don't like either one of my green dresses. Guess what?
I'm not giving them up.

I know you don't like it when my hair's 'in my face'.
I do. And I'm keeping it.

I know you wish I studied more. You wish I were more 'academic'. I'm not. I don't think it's safe to say I'll ever be 'academic'.

I know you wish I'd lose a few pounds.
Well, I'm not giving up chocolate. Nor ice cream.
And NO, I'm not switching to diet coke.

I know I can be a smart-ass. I guess you'll have to deal with it.

I know I sound arrogant sometimes. I honestly don't mean to be.

I do have a temper problem, maybe.
Let me just say; it's not my fault. I inherited it. Honest!
And I think it's fair to say it's under control now.
I think.

I might maybe be a bit moody sometimes, but I think I'm the easiest person you'll ever have to deal with.
What you see is what you get. You don't have to 'dig deep' or over analyze anything to know who I am and what I'm about.

I know it seems to you that I think everything's lame or cheesy or corny.
Oh, don't fucking kid yourself!
It is!

I might maybe offend a lot of (overly conservative, stick-up-their-ass) people, but come on! Overly conservative people were meant to be offended.

I am not the nicest person you will ever meet, but I'm probably the most honest.

I don't like it when people patronize me. It makes me be mean to them. When I say mean, I mean mean. (That sounded weird)

I don't like annoying sales people who think I'm blind and therefore are trying to sell me shit. I might be mean to them too.
Don't ever try to stop me being mean.

Thank you.
ubergirl

Ten Things I Like About Riyadh

Here it is.

I never thought I'd see the day.


1.Saks Fifth Avenue.
2.The public bathrooms are usually clean.
3.My house.
4.My family and friends.
5.People give you money every Eid. Both times.
6.You can get a tan in December.
7.I get payed to go to school.
8.The weather's dry so it doesn't make your hair go all frizzy.
9.There's not a lot of tall people.
10.Uuumm.... Kabsa?

ubergirl