Monday, January 16, 2006

I'm Not Quitting

Hello.
I'd like to inform you that I'm going to stop blogging regularly here.
However, my other blog will still be running.
You see, I've found that both my blogs are quite similar, so I'm going to use this blog whenever I get the urge to bring up a topic I've already tackled.
Thank you.

The Rebel

And this in no way means I'm quitting, or even considering it.

Monday, January 09, 2006

On The Border

Why do Saudi men enjoy harassing females?
I am utterly convinced that they do enjoy it immensly, and nothing anyone says can convince me otherwise.
On the Bahrain border, the customs guy shouted my name.
I rolled the window down and said "Yes?"
"I need a copy of your permission slip."
You see, we fully grown Saudi Arabian women cannot leave the country (minus our 'guardians') without our said said 'guardian's' permission. Yeah.
My uncle (who was driving us there) said "The slip is stapled to the passport, but I have another written statement from her father."
"What use is a stupid letter to me!? I need a copy of this here slip!"
To which my uncle replied with a "No one ever asks us for a copy of anything. Usually the slip itself is enough."
"Well, whoever's let you across any border without a copy of the slip was doing you a favour. Out of pity." He said, eyeing me.
Ofcourse, knowing my raging temper, my uncle was giving me worried glances. In short, he was waiting for the out burst. I did not disappoint.
"What do you mean? I have been every where, and I have never heard of needing a copy of the permission slip, because I do not need one."
The man looked at us like we were a breed of maggots, and said "Give me that letter. I'll accept it just this once. You're very lucky."

Upon further inspection (or pondering. Whatever.), I came to the realization that there is no need for a copy of the permission slip. The man was just being his sexist, Saudi male self.
Well fuck them. Every male chauvinist pig out there; GO FUCK YOURSELF AND DIE.

The Rebel

Saturday, December 24, 2005

I'm In A Mood

I hate the world.
And the world hates me.
Pretty good deal, don't you think?

The Rebel.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

ME ME ME ME ME!!

Some people are so far up their own asses, that they've forgotten that anything other than themselves exists.
I'm sure everyone knows what I'm talking about. There are these certain people that just cannot fucking stop talking about themselves. It's fucking sickening.
"I went..
"I did..
"I pissed yellow..
Nobody fucking cares.
I mean, what the fuck am I supposed to do with the useless information that you are forcing into my brain!?
Do I look like I care what your baby brother/nephew/niece/sister/son did!?
Do you think I'm interested in hearing about your trip to the desert/Paris/Rome/the bathroom!?
I'm not saying no one should talk about themselves, I'm just saying I hate people who talk about themselves nonstop.
I know someone who's like that, and I once gave her a taste of her own fucking medicine...
"My little sister did the cutest impression of-"
"You know, I've been to the-"
"I met-"
"I-"
She kept cutting me off.
These people cannot carry a decent conversation. They stop you mid sentence to tell you their experience with whatever you're talking about.
I would very much like it if all these people were locked together in one room, so that the rest of humanity can live in peace.
That's not going to happen, needless to say.

The Rebel

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Death To Emoticons

What is it with people and the exessive use of emoticons (on MSN messenger?)
I feel like I'm talking to an eight year old gone crazy with his/her sticker book! I cannot take anyone seriously on the messenger anymore!

I'm not talking about a funny little cartoon, I'm talking about the people who use nothing but those animated letters that appeal to toddlers, if anything.

God, grow up, exessive users of emoticons!

The Rebel

Monday, December 05, 2005

Random Whininess

I hate it when people invite me to things because it would be 'rude' not to.
What am I, some sort of fucking filler?! Born to serve the purpose of making you look like someone who has alot of friends!?

I hate it when people expect me to be nice to them all the fucking time. I am not a fucking Teletubbie.

I hate when people don't study for a test, then complain about how hard it was. You fucking shit-head, you didn't even try to do well!

I hate people who stare (can you tell I've been to shari3 Khamsa recently? Lol). Don't they know it's rude? Oh! Wait, I forgot. They were raised by a series of nannies, who couldn't care less what kind of human would result from their carelessness.

I am sick of people.

The Rebel

Friday, December 02, 2005

OC = Orange CRAP

What is it with people and the OC!?
It is not 'just a good show', I assure you. All it is, is a really bad soap opera, with a really good soundtrack. (That, and Seth Cohen, God damn him!)
It is not funny, no one can realte to it (you don't, you just think you do), and the clothes aren't even that fucking cute!
And the writers are shit, I tell you. At first, I was slightly amused by the slightly adoreable Seth-Ryan banter, but it gets old, people.
You can rely on it for maybe a season (if you're a really good writer), but now it's not even a little fucking entertaining anymore.
And don't get me started on Marissa. Good ol' "I'm straight. No, I'm gay now. Straight again! Wait, what am I exactly this week?" Marissa.
Idiots.

The Rebel