Monday, July 31, 2006


I'm done with people.

All of you.

Silly Oman Question…

Does anyone know if there are ‘internal’ mobile numbers in Oman, that can not make and receive calls from abroad?

Incredible Really. Stupid Boy.

What does it take for people to learn?

T’s done it again.

I finally gave him a call this morning (since I’ve been avoiding all calls for the last week or so and finally feel like talking a little, especially to people who have been worried about me).

He didn’t answer.

He called me back just now. When I asked him how he was, he replied with, “Fine. I’m in the jail again.”

What the fuck? How the fuck is he talking on his phone?

“Nothing. They just threw me inside some hot place with all my things and haven’t told me anything yet. I’ve been here since morning.”

Huh? What did you do? How did they catch you? How long will you be there?

“Alcohol. I don’t know. It’s hot here and I don’t know where my car is.”

How did they catch you?

“They came and asked me what was wrong with me. I told them nothing was wrong, I was just parking my car and why did the watchman call the police?”

You were driving drunk? How many times have I told you not to do that?

“Anyway, I’ll text you when I’m outta here.”

No, no. Which police station? And you have no idea how long? I mean, a day, a month, a week, anything?

“No idea.”

T, take care of yourself. And please find some way to let me know you’re alright.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to you later.”

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. At least this time I know what happened. Usually when he gets locked up, he just vanishes off the face of the planet and we all rightfully assume he got caught again, until he submerges and let’s us know all is well.

So, once again, he’s in jail. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Don’t let me forget to mention that he’s got that real estate deposit check for me in his pocket – not that it’s that big a deal, at least not big enough for me to bother about it since he collected it for me; though I am officially broke.

Comparison... Morning Thoughts.

Whites in the West…

Killed countless Native Indians with disease in the past…

They are compensated by being given small parts of the city as ‘Reserves’, don’t pay the high taxes that the rest of us do, among a few other benefits they’re given along those lines.

Native Indians are not demanding more land, nor are they violently abusing the rest of the world for the suffering of their ancestors.

Hitler is responsible for the Holocaust.

If the Germans don’t wish to compensate the Jews, why are the Arab/Muslims being forced to do so? Why does the rest of the world still feel obligated to stand by Israel because of guilt for something that happened to their ancestors which had nothing to do with us?

These are no more than simple thoughts that I’ve not bothered to research. And I’ve just woken up, so I’m pretty sure that most of these things are mumbled thoughts. I think I was dreaming about these things or something. The first things on my mind today.


I honestly believe I understand what it's like to be you, better than anyone else you know possibly could...

For that reason, I mean it. No matter where the past took us and no matter what the reasons and no matter what our parting words may have been... I hope you know that I have always been real with you when I told you, I would always be there when I'm needed.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

The Good Pakistani & Drop Bombs on Israel Already

Aman is one of the guys that works with my father. He lives here on our land and often comes in to the house to chat with my family. We all like him a lot, and he’s become a family friend to make things short. Some nights (my parents sleep around 8pm) he comes in to use the internet in the living room, where he talks with his family back home in Pakistan through webcam – among other internet activities that all of us know about, and none of us really mind him doing.

Anyway, I just went to the kitchen to get me some coffee and make that baby kitty’s milk. I found him there. Thank God for Aman. I told him about my Paki-phone-stalker and he called the guy. He explained to him that if he persisted we would open a case because the number he was calling is in the Sheikhs name (my father’s mobile is a government line). The guy tried to excuse his multiple calls as a mistake before Aman made him shut the fuck up threatening the absolute worst.

I doubt this sick Paki will be calling here again – in fact, he hasn’t since Aman called him. Thank God for Aman. I’d have gone nuts if I had to take more ringing.

On to another topic – though I’m fully against violence, I’m starting to see Israel’s way in believing you must use violence to end it. I believe we need to drop a bomb on Israel once and for all to end the violence. And I believe any civilian life’s lost in the process would be minimal to the numbers that Israel has, does and will continue to collectively kill should they be allowed to continue, and thus are warranted. And these thoughts are inspired by the new information Taunted mentions and I linked here.

How's this for catching up? Three posts in just a few hours!

Ohh... And because this post covers two completely different topics, I might as well through in a third. SD has gone and done something good - if I weren't worried about blogger getting banned in general, let alone my own blog I would participate... I hope many other's do, and these little baby's are posted on random hosts across the web.

F*cking Paki Son of a Bitch

If you think I’m being racist, you can shut the fuck up. I’m referring to this ONE Pakistani who has called me more than 50 fucking times in the last 24hrs, only to hang up seconds after (or even before) I answer.

I’ve called him back. The first time I firmly told him to stop calling. The second time, was hours later when I decided maybe he didn’t understand English, so I had the maid call him. Out of her whole 10 minute conversation, as her voice became more and more aggressive I understood one word: Gandu.

Clearly, she wasn’t impressed either. When she hung up, she explained that he told her that he got my number from someone there and he loved me. What the FUCK? Prick. He didn’t stop calling. I turned off my phone for hours only to turn it on and have him calling again seconds later.

What the FUCK is it about some people repeatedly miss-calling Dubai mobiles from abroad? I’ve called Etisalat only to be informed I need to make a complaint with the police. Fuck that shit – Do YOU know what a hassle it is to file a complaint with them here? I’d rather contact the Pakistani authorities.

I ask Etisalat for their number – I’m told I need to ask the Pakistani Embassy for the correct department.

I called the damn embassy. They’re closed. FUCK. There’s FUCK ALL I can do about it, until morning at least. And since I called him back from my father’s number, he now has two numbers to dial repeatedly.

He has called three fucking times since I started typing this post, already. Fucking Paki! I hope you get anal-raped and end up choking to death on your own tongue.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had some missed-call stalker doing this. No! I’ve had them from India – once it was a little boy who I eventually made cry that he ran and told his daddy, who then called me to give me an earful, until I told him about Etisalat keeping records and problems I will make if he and his son don’t shove it. I believe by the end of that conversation the little twit lost his phone privlidges.

Another time it was some Pilipino lesbian. She’d actually wait for me to answer sometimes. And if I did, she’d tell me how much she loved me and wanted to meet me for ‘good sex’. This bitch was calling 24 hours – I mean I seriously wondered when the fuck she slept; at maximum only an hour would go by before she rang again. I was pregnant and VERY fucking irritable. I ended up changing my damn number because of her.

And now… Now it’s a FUCKING PAKI, whose number by the way, is +923348810945. Does anyone else in the UAE get this shit?

And do you think diverting all calls to the Police Headquarters force them to deal with this psychotic phone abuser, or would I get in shit?

Shoot me for my Absence…

So I’ve not been around. I’m also not answering calls unless (a certain someone) wakes me up and I answer before realizing it’s too late.

I’ve been sick. I’ve also been thinking a lot. And on top of it all… I have a new baby to take care of.

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Every two hours (ad sometimes even more often) this little critter needs to be hand fed animal milk – through a syringe. A few days ago, the maid woke me up and handed it to me, explaining that her husband found it in the garden and she didn’t know what to do. She’s been abandoned by her mom, I’m guessing because her hind legs are warped and pretty much seem boneless. It must be a birth defect of some sort.

I’m scared to name him/her (because it’s too young to tell yet though I tend to think of her as a female), because I’m afraid it’ll die.

I’m sure this flu I’m suffering is so severe because it’s doubled with emotional issues. I let the boy back in my life (probably the reason I went silent – how can I explain this decision?), and a day or two later he left the country to attend some wedding. I haven’t talked to him much since – but I’m already wondering (hell, I didn’t stop) wondering if I’m fucking myself over again.

I’m pissed of at the sly side remarks some stupid bitch is making – and yes, I’ve been around, just not commenting often. Even more so I’m pissed by the implication that I make my friends treat others like shit just because I don’t care for a certain person. I’m really not that complicated and thus every new remark or action I see is confirming that initial blow that socked me so severely.

Let me explain something for friends, enemies and blog lurkers alike. I don’t like ass-kissers, including those who would like to kiss my ass. I don’t like two-faced little emotional bitches who don’t know when to let up. I don’t like it when someone tries to play others against me using amateur reverse-psychology.

I’m pretty fucking blunt. If I like you, I’ll say it. If I hate you – I’ll make that clear as well. If I say it’s over – it means I’m done talking about it and you should be too. Especially if you yourself SAID you were. Cunt. And no – not talking about it doesn’t mean making cheesy I’ve-fucked-myself-over-because-of-HER comments, while leaving my name out of it; surely so you can deny it if I should confront you. Fact – I AM NOT a witch. I have no secret fucking powers that will control your actions. I do NOT expect my friends to agree with me concerning the people I like or dislike. If you acted like a fucking bitch blindly it’s because YOU choose to and I had fuck all to do with it. If you were choosing to do so because you thought it’d impress me – thought you’d get a brown little nose in my ass, you were sadly mistaken. But congratulations for choosing a new ass to kiss, while convincing yourself that it’s not your intent after I disowned you and you found yourself pretty fucking alone around here. Perhaps they’ll not see through your compulsive lying, multiple personality fronts and you’ll actually be happy. Regardless hun, don’t even attempt to put your actions, your choices on my back. It just makes you look even worse.

And I was pretty fucking sure just about anyone who reads this blog understands that I don’t give a SHIT if you love those I hate.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Western Guy - Where’s that Damn Negative Now?

There’s nothing that bothers me more than people talking out of their asses and dismissing another person’s opinions as rubbish, without researching the same themselves. Over at Secret Arabian, I’ve been following a rather interesting debate.

What caught my eye in this initially was someone’s blatant denial that Jews run American Politics & Media. This is old news to most of us, who have bothered with our research, but some can’t grasp the idea that it’s true.

Feeling a little better today, I decided to do the research for Western Guy. I’m almost 100% sure that even with this evidence, he’ll deny the facts and still tell us we believe in rubbish, simply because selective hearing & understanding is the norm among these types; either this or he’ll suddenly go quiet. Western Guy, can you admit you’re wrong? Can you? Whether or not Western guy accepts it, it’s now all here, so the rest of you in denial about how much control the Jews actually have in America can shut the fuck up. Here is your evidence.

Bush's Daddy Comments on Iraqi Invasion:

CNN on Bush’s Daddy Comments

All Google Results because a lot of the pages I’m unable to open due to Etisalat’s proxy.

American Jewish Government:

Jews in Parliament? Says Bush himself, ’ For a hundred years, American Presidents have benefited from the good advice of the American Jewish Committee, and I am one. (Applause.) You have had a profound impact on American political life because you have worked tirelessly for noble goals.’ - President Bush in a speech at American Jewish Committee's Centennial Dinner.

Wikipedia on American Jewish Congress

And finally, Jews in America:

Now look at this: Russ Feingold and Herbert Kohl are the two Jewish senators from Wisconsin, where Jews constitute 0.5% of the population. We all know Joseph Lieberman, erstwhile vice-presidential candidate, is U.S. senator from Connecticut. But did you know that Carl Levin is senator from Michigan, which has only 107,000 Jews, constituting 1.1 % of that state’s population? Pennsylvania has elected the Republican Arlen Specter to the senate several times. He is the only Jewish Republican in the senate and comes from a state whose Jewish population is only 2.4%. Paul Wellstone of Minnesota is one of 42,000 Jews in a state with a population of 4,776,000 so that Jews are only 0.9% of Minnesotans and finally Ron Wyden, the Jewish senator from Oregon, represents 3,316,000 Oregonians of whom 0.9% or 30,500 are Jews.

Ten of the 100 U.S. Senators are Jewish. We are five times over-represented in the U.S. Senate because the non-Jewish population votes for Jews not because the candidates are Jewish but because the American population is generally not bigoted.

Likewise, there are 27 Jews in the House of Representatives, constituting 6.5% of the membership. Again we are 3 times overrepresented because religion is not a factor in American politics.

Right now, seven Jews are running for governor in this fall’s elections. In earlier years, Jews have been governors in Alaska, Idaho and Utah as well as in New York. There are of course also numerous Jews in state legislatures and in other political offices.’

Jewish Media:

A long ‘partial’ list of Jews in some of the biggest News resources including;

“ARIE FLEISCHER, Dubya's press secretary.

STEPHEN EMERSON, every media outlet's first choice as an expert on domestic terrorism.”

Another Partial List including;

’ DONALD NEWHOUSE, chairman of the board of directors, Associated Press.’

I am right. You are wrong. Deny it all you will - just do it someplace else, kay?

Monday, July 24, 2006

9am - Already Frustrated!? Only in Dubai!!

Before I start my bitching, I have to say Bravo! to an Indian expatriate who fought the illegitimate increase of his rent, took the problem to court and got a ruling in his favor the very same day. There’s a lesson here for the rest of us who are suffering at the hands of greedy building owners & real estate agents. There’s no need to give up before you start, simply because you’re a pessimistic thinker. Good things do happen in this country. Good things can happen for you too.

Now, it’s exactly 9.08am, and I’m pissed right the fuck off already. Yesterday, I finally had wireless installed in my house. One would think after the Etisalat technicians install everything and leave your house, installation would be complete, no?

No. Not according to the second Etisalat representative I called in complaint about this shitty service disconnecting every three fucking minutes. The first guy, he was your average, “Call-another-number-it’s-not-our-problem-Joe.” Pissed off when the second number didn’t answer and still suffering this damned connection problem an hour later, I called Etisalat again only to have a conversation that went in circles regarding what my problem was and whether or not Etisalat’s procedures were proficient enough.

I mean, the guy told me that my installation wasn’t complete. When I asked how it was possible that the technician left my house without completing the installation, I was informed that the physical installation was complete but the technician had to go back to his office and approve my line, which was in a ‘testing phase’. When I then enquired as to whether or not there was someone else who could do it, I was told that there was no one else there. Upon asking about the proficiency of this procedure, I was told that it is VERY proficient and I needed to wait until the following day to know whether or not the problem was with this connection, or simply the fact that it’s not yet been installed.

As I’m sure you’re already figuring it’s still fucked. Upon calling Etisalat this morning, I was told to disable my antivirus and that he would refresh from his side. If that didn’t solve the problem a technician would be sent – for his call I’m now impatiently waiting.

As if this isn’t frustrating enough, last week a very sentimental folder of poetry, photos, etc were deleted from my mom’s PC. A good friend of mine explained I need to get a document recovery system in order to retrieve it. This morning, I found one that seemed easy enough to deal with and decided to place an order. I don’t have a credit-card, but the company I choose allowed bank transfers – if ONLY Emirates bank allowed the same.

After more than an hour of changing the settings in my online account with Emirates Bank, and more than 4 phone calls, pushing numerous buttons at specified times just to get one after another of their useless customer service representatives who once again enjoyed repeating the same bullshit sentences that aren’t even slightly related to my problems, I finally got the damn configurations specified in my account in order to add a new beneficiary to my list. But that wasn’t before having to update my mobile numbers twice, and logging in and out of my online account more times than I can remember in order for the damn changes to register.

Now, I already transfer money almost monthly online as I’m still paying off my car. But that amount is a little more than the Dhs134 the software would cost me. Can you imagine my frustration as I type in all the details and click ‘transfer’ only for an error message to appear telling me the minimum amount to transfer must be AED200 and to change the amount before proceeding?

Since there’s no further information about this on their website, I make another dreaded call to Emirates bank. First, I get some dumb twit who keeps telling me how much the transfer is going to cost me regardless of the amount I want to send. Finally, I blow up on her and ask her if she hears my complaint at all! I don’t GIVE A SHIT about the cost of the transfer! I just want to make it! Fuck. She puts me on hold forever, before coming back and telling me to change my limit amounts, keep fiddling with them for a while and if that doesn’t work to go to their bank – which there’s no way in hell I’m doing. Each and every change I might remind you, means logging in and out the damn account again & retyping the transfer details before you find out the fucking this hasn’t registered.

Of course, it doesn’t help one bit, since minimum amounts and limits are exact opposites. I call back the fucking bank and demand the manager. Again I find myself on the verge of probably ending up in jail for cussing out a customer service rep on the other end of the line for repeatedly asking me if she could help before transferring me.

I finally get the fucking manager and after yet another frustrating conversation and numerous minutes on hold, I’m told he must check with the back office because this is a new system restriction. Ahh, but as usual, Emirates Bank systems are down. I don’t think I’ve ever called this fucking bank and NOT learned that their systems were down for maintenance. With all that fucking maintenance, you’d think the fucking things would WORK in the customers favor, no?

No he couldn’t transfer the money for my by phone. It’s an ENTIRE system restriction. There’s NO fucking solution, except wait for him to get back to me.

9am and I’m already PISSED right the FUCK off. Someone shoot me. Or them.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

The Real Story

First I have to emphasize that there is no words to describe the shock that hits you as you’re sitting at your desk in your office, drinking your morning coffee and skimming through the papers before you get busy, only to find such atrocious accusations made against you. I don’t remember feeling shame, and embarrassment like this any other time in my life, despite the anonymity granted to me in the wording. What should have been published in both papers, if anything at all…


UAE Courts Become Means of Harassment
By Staff Reporter

A teenager is being harassed by attempted prosecution throughout UAE courts by a man whose marriage proposal she rejected. The Canadian teenager, known only as A.L. initially met the accuser A.A. when she was asked by a friend known as E.W., to volunteer any free time from her fulltime job to help manage and organize an aspiring marketing company which was based in R.A.K. but seeking to infiltrate the Dubai market. A.L. agreed to help, but never signed any official contract, nor did she verbally offer any commitment to the task. Over time, A.A., the owner of said company became possessive of A.L. calling her at all hours of the night, purchasing jewelry for her and appearing uninvited at gatherings where A.L. was.

After multiple refusals of gifts and when A.L. refused the marriage proposal offered by A.A., his obsessive behavior became almost hysterical. At one point he confided in A.L. that he was a former assassin with international ties, and even provided a photograph of himself along side a number of well known terrorists. He explained he was currently residing in the UAE because he had recently been diagnosed with Cancer and could no longer lead the life he once held.

A.L. finally decided to sever all ties shortly after hearing this confession, when A.A. again appeared unexpectedly in a restaurant and invited himself to join the very table where A.L. was having an intimate dinner with a male friend. A.L. was very careful about how she went about severing ties, due to her extensive fear or this man. She informed A.A. personally that she would no longer help with his company and she requested that he simply leave her alone. Initially, A.A. showed no reaction. A.L. transferred any ‘company’ materials that were in her possession to E.W. who was still volunteering work for A.A., and asked that E.W. return everything to A.A. and inform her once this was done.

On the day that E.W. returned materials to A.A., A.A. calmly spoke a number of threats to E.W. directed towards A.L., for abandoning him. Included in these threats was that A.A. would open a fictitious prostitution case against A.L. in R.A.K. to insure A.L. would suffer, as well as a singular death threat made in language that only A.L. would understand, as only A.L. had been privileged to information on A.A.’s former life.

Upon learning about these threats A.L. went to the police with the intention of filing a complaint and getting a restraining order (if they existed here), to assure her of some sort of protection. The officers convinced A.L. that she must open a case against A.A. despite A.L.’s adamant will not to offend this man. At the persistence of the police Captain A.L. obliged, only to learn that the case was rejected by prosecution weeks after the fact, when A.L. was served papers for a case filed against her for theft, by A.A. in R.A.K. Upon enquiry, A.L. was informed that the case was rejected after the prosecution called A.A. in for questioning and decided witnesses testimonies were false, without contacting A.L. or any of the witnesses to A.A.’s threats.


The case that was opened against me in R.A.K. was based purely on a forged contract stating I had taken 25 sales contracts in addition to undertaking legal responsibility for all contracts that were issued to other people involved with the company. My signature had been forged on photocopied ‘evidence’. And there was no convincing the judge of the forgery.

In fact, there were more than 200 contracts between myself and other people involved. But none of A.A.’s sales representatives were able to sell a single one, due to discrepancies between English & Arabic translations and the lacking clarity of the contract details. I had returned almost a hundred of them through E.W. on the day A.A. made his initial threats towards me.

When the case was opened against me in R.A.K., I was considered the primary accused due to this one forged document and A.A.’s assurance that I was the ‘guilty’ one. He was requesting a harsher punishment, for me than the others. In addition to me, there were two other girls being accused of assisting my theft, E.W. and Z.D. (that friend of mine I’ve mentioned is in Egypt). Also accused alongside was a male called K.S. In total, that makes four of us and not three as Al Bayan stated. We can only assume the girls were dragged into this for their initial statements given concerning A.A.’s threats and the guy K.S. because he severed all ties with A.A. and his company around the same time.

At the time of publishing in both newspapers, the cases had already been taking place for a number of months.

A.A.’s company did not go bankrupt due to any misconduct, but rather A.A.’s company was never actually established in R.A.K., had been ‘run’ on borrowed money from his sponsor which he failed to pay back. In addition, A.A. failed to pay his lawyer fees, and ended up changing lawyers three or four times during the whole ordeal (which his lawyers cursed him about during the hearings on more than one occasion).

Even though the case itself was this shoddy, the R.A.K. court was such a mess the judge was ready to declare us all guilty and issue our sentences when he was cut off, not by a lawyer, or a translator even, but rather by Z.D.’s boyfriend, who had driven her there on this day. This man, who had not been to a single hearing prior, but knew of the events about as immediately as they happened, argued with the judge for the greater part of an hour before convincing the him to review the hearing files from the beginning before giving his verdict.

For that day, F. became our hero. He literally saved our lives, doing more than any of our lawyers, any embassy, or any rationality could accomplish with nothing more than stubborn adamancy.

The case was finally thrown out, but A.A. didn’t give up. He attempted to appeal the case, calling on only myself in R.A.K. but didn’t succeed. In addition, he attempted to open numerous cases against me in Dubai, and even sought after Abu Dhabi courts where he attempted to open a similar case against me only in the amount of 1 million dirhams. The case in Abu Dhabi was going to go through, when at the last moment the courts realized they had no jurisdiction since neither the company or my residence or anything to do with it happened in Abu Dhabi.

I ended up visiting the human rights department in Dubai police numerous times, even after my marriage and while fully pregnant to put an end to this man’s perpetual harassment of me. At one point, he blatantly bribed my husband and I, in front of the Human Rights officials, stating that he would cease opening cases if we agreed to pay an enormous lump sum to him in cash. We refused, and UAE law had no clause that would put an end to this. Nothing stopped him – until that initial company sponsor and a couple of his lawyers (and it was rumored a bank as well, but I can’t be sure now) filed their own cases him for non-payment of fees and he evidently skipped the country. I’ve not heard from him since.

This ladies and gentlemen, is the truth about those wonderful ‘reports’ given in the local media. If you don’t believe me, I’ve got all the court papers, including copies of transcription of the hearings and any one of you are welcome to come on by and take a peek – though Arabic literacy is a must, since there’s no English.

And you all wonder why I’m fucked in the head! This is ONE story. And I have me a whole collection.

**Again, forgive the atrocious use of language and/or typing. I didn’t sleep a wink last night. The explanation may come later – if I can be bothered to type it out.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

I Know Better than You– UAE News Reporting

Before I start with this, please forgive the horrific grammar that’s bound to end up here today. I did not sleep well last night, as I was dealing with the boy’s messages and once again found myself fighting the incredible urge to let him back in.

A few times, I’ve mentioned in my blog and while commenting on other people’s blogs the criminal cases I faced in R.A.K. alongside my not-so-pretty-view of the UAE News Papers.

The other day, while going through some old files, I came across some very relevant things concerning both of these topics. I’d mentioned once before that I failed to locate both the Gulf News & Al Bayan reports online. Below, you’ll find very shitty photographs of the original papers. Luckily, my mother files everything.

Ladies & Gentlemen, I present to you Gulf News and their fictitious take on my story, dated April 25, 2001:

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Since this is probably very hard to read due to photograph quality, here is what this article says:


Suit against saleswoman

By Nasouh Nazzal

Ras Al Khaimah

An advertising executive here has filed a case against a sales woman in his firm, charging her with taking contract forms worth Dh780, 000 to sell but not returning them after failing to do so.

The executive said his company had intended printing a tour guide and had drawn up hundreds of subscription/contract forms to send out to various companies.

The Canadian woman, known only as A.L., allegedly took 100 of these documents and offered to approach companies.

After some time the executive asked A.L. to return the forms but in turn she filed a case of sexual harassment against him at Dubai court, which ruled in his favor.

The Sharia Court here is expected to review the case against the saleswoman soon.


And the following, also fictitious take is from Al Bayan, a leading Arabic newspaper:

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And due to picture quality and language abilities, here’s a rough translation of the article in English:


A company has made a case against employees for not being loyal to their employer. The company name S.H. that deals with advertising and media had come up with a project to print a tourist guides and had appointed several representatives to promote the idea and sign contracts with interested people. There are three people, two females and one male who had received 100 contracts worth $7000 each, which were not returned to the company. Due to their misconduct the company had to go bankrupt. From their side, the representatives returned 42 contracts out of 100. If the rest of the contracts are returned the case will be dropped.


Since I’m A.L. as mentioned in Gulf News, I know the truth about this. I know how much of this information is based on reality and how much of it was made up by my accuser who contacted the papers and requested them to print these in the first place.

Before I tell the truth about these cases, how many of you think you can guess what the actual story was based on what’s told here, in these two stunning takes? Come on, have a go at tearing apart the accusations and statements in these and let me know what you’d believe and what you wouldn’t. And try not to take into consideration what I’ve said in the past. Lets see how gullible you all are.

**I’ll define the reality and show you just how fantastic the media here is (as if the two completely different versions told in two different papers on the same day wasn’t enough), through my next post.

After at least a few of you have had a go at this.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Paintballing Crap Drivers on UAE Streets

I’ve long since decided the best way for someone like me to deal with the ever increasing crap drivers on our roads is to keep a paintball gun handy. I’d love nothing more than to shoot up the numerous bastards who piss me off, and know that I’m leaving a mark I’ll be able to identify the next time I cross their paths.

Actually, I once half-heartedly enquired about where I could buy such a gun here, but I got sidetracked, as I most often do. Perhaps if I knew the punishment in the UAE would be similar to this one handed out in Ohio recently, I’d have more motivation to actually make this little fantasy of mine come true?

I’m all for shooting up the shitty drivers with multi colored paintballs. It’d beat UAE’s ‘naming & shaming’ calls, as other drivers would know on spot who the dickheads are; at least the dickheads as defined by Tainted.

I’ve a couple of questions for UAE residents.

1) Do you know where I can get my hands on a paintball gun?

2) What do you think the criminal punishment would be if I did go shooting up cars that pissed me off?

3) Would you join me if I were to make this a campaign?

4) And finally, would you find a paint-splotched car a significant warning for you as another driver to stay away from the offender?

You are a…


And they say I should grow up or I will be miserable. I'm smiling. Are you?

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Who is Astonished?

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The only people, who should be astonished by Bush’s recent claims, are the American public; those that refuse to see the propaganda/terror campaign he’s aimed against his own people since he was placed in office; those who have access and desire to watch international media concerning recent events and are forced to see it now.

This claim doesn’t surprise me at all. Bush is well aware of how uneducated his public is on international matters. Bush is confident that the Zionist run media in his country will perfectly exaggerate his claim, taking a blatant lie and turning it into fact that will go down in every American published history book. This claim will gain American support; greater public approval of the Israeli attacks on Lebanon.

This O American ladies and gentlemen, is the very propaganda you’re being fed daily. This is the very propaganda you’ve been fed since this man started opening his mouth and speaking to you. And if you still choose to believe in him, let me remind you that he himself recently admitted to ‘making things up’ during international talks. Should this news surprise you now, should you still believe the lies of an admitted liar, you are an idiot. And that’s all there is to it.

I can not help but wonder…

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What are we teaching our children?

Last night, I dropped my parents off at the airport. They’re headed back home to Canada for three or four months. While I drove, my mother explained to me that my sister was impatiently awaiting her arrival, because my 15-year-old niece had finally agreed to accompany her to visit with my mom, her grandmother. My niece has spent the greater part of last year as a juvenile delinquent. She’s run away from home, quit school, and taken to drugs and most likely even sex, as she’s run off with a 19-year-old known drug dealer; her boyfriend. My niece has evaded her mother and even ignored police requests that she return home, ever since. My sister, her mother is a good woman; a good mother, who also has twins at the age of two to raise now.

The last time I saw my niece was just a year or two ago. She’d come here to vacation. During her stay, she constantly reminded me of the promise I’d made her years ago that I quit smoking; she even brought the paper she’d made me sign, when she was just a little thing, saying I would quit. Her biggest interest in life while she was here was getting on the quads and screaming through the desert dunes. My brother, who is also back home now, currently describes her as a druggie. Whose fault is this?

My mom went on to tell me that she intended to visit with my niece and nephew to my other sister, but that my father wouldn’t be joining her as he didn’t want to deal with the stress of seeing their parents. You see, for the last three years, these children both under the age of eight, have been playing musical houses, between their drug-addicted, alcoholic father, my hypochondriac, cheating, completely insane sister, and one careless social-home or government allotted home after another. At present, they’re both with their father. These children are almost certain to grow into something dangerous to both themselves and society. And none of it is their fault.

My thoughts for the children go beyond the current wars; go beyond the terror that Iraq, Afghanistan, Mumbai, Occupied Palestine and Lebanon are facing on a daily basis. My thoughts for the children reach those who are aware of these events and those who aren’t. And I’ve been stuck in these thoughts for the last few days.

Since my son is currently with me, I’ve watched him closely for the last few days as these thoughts festered in my mind. He’s just three and I couldn’t even start to guess where he’s headed in the future. But I’ll tell you, I’m scared. Perhaps I’m just paranoid. Perhaps he’s just a boy and all boys are in love with guns and violence. Perhaps I should have shouted louder or made a bigger fuss when my ex-husband first bought him a toy gun, or first allowed him to watch a violent movie. Perhaps, there was nothing I could do. But my son is in love with violence and he’s just three-years-old; too young to even know what violence really is.

These days, I’m thinking about the children; what they’re exposed to wherever they are, what we’re teaching them whoever we are, and what we should or could be doing to protect their future.

Photo’s taken from Gulf News

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Tagged By Destitute Rebel

Make sure you’re really comfortable in your chair, got your coffee and cigarettes (if you’re a smoker) because this tag from Destitute Rebel is a long one.

Best, Worst, Last, First, Today, Tomorrow, Favorites, Currently, and True & False

1. Male friend: Salem
2. Female friend: Zorana
3. Vacation: Serbia – though it was the hell on earth; the most depressing place in the world with the rudest, most inconsiderate people I’d ever met – I held my best friends hand while her baby was born on Feb. 12, 2005 making it the best vacation ever.

1. Time of day: After a heavy lunch, when I feel lazy and unable to move.
2. Day of the week: Never really thought about it.
3. Color crayon: White. You can’t see it when you color.

1. Person you talked to that goes/went to your school: Either Tareq or Emma. (I can’t remember which, I have a shitty memory when it comes to time.)
2. Talked to on the phone: My father’s business associate.
3. Text: The ex fiancée.
4. Person who Instant Messaged: BabyK? I think.

1. What are you doing now: Playing tag. Replying to emails. Drinking coffee. Smoking. Still waking up.
2. Wearing: Pajamas

1. Is: not here yet.
2. Got any plans: nope.
3. Goal: huh? A goal for the day? Does anyone do that?
4. Dislikes about tomorrow: it never comes when someone’s meant to follow through with something tomorrow.

1. Number: Don’t have one.
2. Song: Depends on my mood really.
3. Color: Also depends on my mood & what the color is to be applied to.

1. Missing Someone: Yes. A few people actually.
2. Mood: Indecisive. I believe I’m in a number of moods all put together.
3. Wanting: Nothing that I can think of, but many things that are probably hiding under my sleepy thoughts.

I am a cuddler: True.
I am a morning person: Depends really, again on my mood.
I am a perfectionist: Sometimes true, sometimes false.
I am an only child: False.
I am currently in my pajamas: True.
I am currently pregnant: False.
I am currently suffering from a broken heart: True. (But that’s nothing new)
I am left handed: False.
I am addicted to Blogging: Define addicted.
I am online 24/7: False.
I am very shy around the opposite gender: False.
I can be paranoid at times: True.
I currently have a crush on someone: False.
I currently regret something that I have done: True. Lots of things.
I enjoy country music: False.
I enjoy smoothies: False.
I enjoy talking on the phone: True. But it depends on to whom!
I have a hard time paying attention at school/work: False.
I have a hidden talent: If it’s hidden, how do I know?
I have a lot to learn: True. Don’t we all?
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: False.

1. Are you currently mad at someone?
Yes. A few people.
2. Which of your friends has the worst temper?
3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone?
Many times. Nokia mobiles are the most resistant when it comes to getting smashed up. Knives are hard to aim. And food just makes a big mess.
4. Ever had something thrown at you?
Yup. Hot coffee will burn your face, but will not stop you from throwing something back.
5. When you’re mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream?
Depends on the situation, really. I suppose I don’t prefer either. I’d rather not get mad at all.

1. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party for you?
Not that I remember. I could be wrong though, my memory sucks.
2. Are you easily excited?
3. What are you most excited about?
Friend’s accomplishments.
4. If you won a million dollars what would be your first thought?
How much tax will the Canadian government try to take?
5. If you could have anything right now what would it be?
A degree.

1. Name:
I prefer ‘Tainted’ around here.
2. Where were you born?
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
3. What’s your main goal in life?
4. How do you want to die?

1. Sex before marriage?
In a perfect world, with perfect people, it wouldn’t happen.
2. Gay Marriage?
3. Lower the Drinking age?
4. Recycling?

1. What was your latest dream?
Being Haunted
2. Have any of your dreams come true?
Many of them.
3. What was the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?
Most of my dreams are pretty realistic. I don’t think I’ve ever had one that I’d consider ‘weird’, but then you’d have to define weird.

1. Straight, Gay, Bi?
For me? Strait. For you? Doesn’t make a difference to me.
2. Do you have a bf/gf?
3. Do you have a crush?

How many beds did you lay in yesterday?
What color shirt are you wearing?
Not wearing a shirt.
Name one thing that you do everyday?
What color are your walls?
How much cash do you have on you right now?
None. My wallet’s in the other room.
I can’t wait till…?
I’m done answering these questions.
When was the last time you saw your dad?
11 or 12 years ago.
What did you have for dinner last night?
Cucumbers, Carrots, Beetroots, & Mushrooms with Ranch dip.
What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone?
My mother’s cat t-shirt, to sleep in.
What website(s) do you visit the most during the day?
Blogspot. Gmail.
Does anything hurt on your body right now?
My heart.

1. Have you ever failed a class?
2. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd?
Probably as a child, or while intoxicated.
3. Have you ever not taken a shower for 3 days?
I’ve been camping, have you?
4. Have you ever slept with a night light?
No. But I’ve slept with the bedroom door open and the bathroom light peeking in.
5. Have you ever danced in the rain?
Who hasn’t?
6. Have you ever lied?
If I said ‘No’ wouldn’t that make me the biggest liar of us all?
7. Have you ever had contacts?
8. Have you ever tripped over something stupid?
Not that I remember.

1. Samosa, Pakora, Kebab: Pakora, because I don’t know what it is.
2. Bollywood, Lollywood, Hollywood: Lollywood, because I love the way it sounds.
3. Love marriage, Arranged marriage: Arranged marriage. It’s easier.
4. Honeymoon, no moon: I am the moon.
5. How many kids would u like 1,2, 3+: The one I have is enough, thanks.
6. Kulfi, Ice cream: Kulfi, because I don’t know what it is, but I’m sure it’s better than Ice Cream.
7. Shah ruk khan, Orlando Bloom: Shah Bloom
8. Meenar-e-Pakistan, Eiffel Tower: I’ll sell you them both for a good price.
9. Lahore, Khi, Islmbad: Khi, because I’ve never heard of it.

Thank God! That’s finally done! How many of you actually read through it? For the sake of shits and giggles, I’m going to tag a few people. Some I’m sure will play with me, some I’m sure will not, and others I’m just not sure about at all:

I’m sure will play with me (please don’t make me a liar and play, kay guys?):
Herlock Sholmes
Abu Dhabi Events

People I’m not sure whether they’ll play or not:
Black Feline
Extinct Dodo

People I’m pretty sure won’t play (but would like to tag anyway):
Samurai Sam

You all have fun now…

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

News Inspired Thoughts

Perhaps it’s time to send Saddam back & allow him his former post in Iraq?

How can you NOT admire a president that admits to making things up during international talks?

Democracy is just what the pedophiles, rapists & murderers need. I’d be proud to live in that world.

The world is not a pretty place just now.

I’ve been a little preoccupied today. My parents arrived back, but are only to stay for the night before taking off again for the next four months. My son is suffering some nasty cold that I’m hoping will relent soon. Me ex is attempting to get back on my good side, but it’s only ending in more arguments (from his side, as I simply ignore him). And, I’m generally just a little tired, not to mention depressed thanks to current international events.

May tomorrow be a better day for us all.

Lebanese Civilians Petition

Please go to and sign the Save the Lebanese Civilians Petition and forward this invitation to your friends.
Lebanese civilians have been under the constant attack of the state of Israel for several days. The State of Israel, in disregard to international law and the Geneva Convention, is launching a maritime and air siege targeting the entire population of the country. Innocent civilians are being collectively punished in Lebanon by the state of Israel in deliberate acts of terrorism as described in Article 33 of the Geneva Convention.

This page has been copied in whole from UAE Community Blog. If you haven't already, please do sign the petition and note that you need to confirm your signature through email for legal purposes.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Clarification MD: Now Public

Well, MD, since you decided to ignore the email I sent you this morning, and instead reply here, let’s make my real issue with you clear here and to everyone else as well:

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And now you all know my name too!

Notice the time stamp, please & thank you very much.

Now to reply to some (not all because I can’t be assed to repeat myself) of your comments, here:

’if we can take praise so well, i'm sure we can take the negative realities with a pinch of salt.’

Presentation is the issue MD, presentation & place. Not the ‘negative realities’ that you and I and everyone else know so well. Did you miss the part in that post where I mentioned I thought this sort of post was better left in his personal blog? Did you see me mention anywhere that he should delete the thing all together? I don’t believe a blog where people will come from far and wide for information on the UAE is the place for such dark humor. Ok, you got it. I didn’t. Ahmed didn’t. I’ll bet your ass a hell of a lot more people are going to look at this as an insult, another dent in UAE’s ever deteriorating image and nothing more.

’i have seen more offensive posts but people suddenly seem to take it in good humour. and this photo would have gone unnoticed, if it wasn't 'glorified' like this.’

You’ve seen more offensive posts in the UAE Community blog? You’ve seen one where people openly stated they thought it was distasteful? I’ve seen some pretty shitty things too; S&M, Faces of Death, Simulated Rape Scenes, Animal Torture, but none of it in a forum meant to represent the UAE. And let’s be honest, there’s no other online UAE community like this and if representing the UAE wasn’t the intention… explain the name & theme?

so i guess u're not the only one who is shocked. it's amazing how just disagreeing with u means im 'two-faced'? i loved how a7med and samawel handled the argument on their blog and if i remember, u did commend them on it. maybe u should return and reflect on that. i am still the same and i haven't changed overnight. if u think u've misjudged me, then maybe u never knew me.

I think the email already answered this one for you. I know you in person. Though as you just pointed out, not well enough. The two-faced comment is a conclusion from my personal interaction with you, combined with these comments. Ahmed & Samawel had a disagreement concerning an opinion. My problem with you is YOU and not your opinion.

yes. coming from me; because my opinion is MINE...and the fact that SD supports it, doesn't make it 'wrong' and doesn't make me her follower. i refuse to be caught in these blogger politics. whether SD agrees or disagrees with woke...i dont care.

Yeah, I can see how you misunderstood this comment. I copied and pasted too much of your previous comment. The comment I was referring to (and couldn’t believe came out of your mouth) was meant to be, ‘i don't know why it's always about being pro or anti-SD.’ and not the whole little paragraph.

You see MD, I specifically remember a time (hell, 80% of all our conversations combined), where you were pushing the ‘SD & Sam ass kissing this and worshipping that, and blah, blah, blah, blah.’ Even when my problem had to do with say, Shaper or Emirati… You yourself assumed because the argument took place on her blog, or because you believe they get along, it was her I wanted to rant about! You brought her into the discussions; not me!

This darling is the definition of two-faced.

Canadian for Emirati Passport Trade Proposition - Any Takers?

Years back, I found myself in the midst of some pretty serious, though false criminal accusations made against me in Ras Al Khaimah Court. Even more, my accuser was at that time what Canadian Consulate officials and I believed to be a very powerful and dangerous man.

I will not dwell into any possible gullibility in believing the man was an assassin prior to his residence in the Emirates, for a number of reasons. I can not stress enough that the evidence to support this was strong enough for the Canadian Counsel to issue me a personal security letter (based not on the possible outcome of the cases, but the threat this man openly made on my life) that should allow me to carry my passport at all times despite the UAE law at the time, permitting my company to hold it. They suggested I leave the UAE immediately and insinuated a possibility of placing me in a witness protection program. To start with, I will never know the truth about who he is or what he may or may not have been capable of. Furthermore, it’s been years since and the threat he once spoke has found its way into the back of my heart and nestled itself in a cocoon of indifference.

In other words, should this man one day make true of his threats, I will not be surprised. Simultaneously and in complete contradiction should I not meet such a fate at his hands, I will also not be surprised. I simply no longer care.

But at that time I was nothing more than a western teenager, living a real life Middle Eastern nightmare. The events that took place in the courtroom which was really no more than an office with an old, cheap, grey school-desk and some plastic chairs; where the judges drank tea and conducted personal conversations by phone during witness testimonies and strangers continually walked in and out of the room sharing some current news or asking some irrelevant question of any of the many men who were meant to be preoccupied with the case at hand; the case where I was being charged with theft of more than 100,000Dhs worth in business contracts, are purely indescribable. Through the black veil I and even all non-Muslim women who were somehow connected to this case was forced to wear, our lips were demanded sealed, because in that courtroom women were not permitted to speak until it was time to give testimony – and even then, nothing a woman said should stray from answering the questions asked. I cried, I sobbed, I listened and interpreted as much as I was able of the Arabic lies being told by both my accuser and even the translator, and I watched as the Canadian Counsel did nothing but observe before slowly vanishing.

As the case proceeded from one trial date to the next and the future of my hand came closer and closer to amputation; my following years more and more certain to be spent behind bars in RAK, I watched as the Canadian government slowly stepped further and further away from me, the RAK and even the case.

We’d contacted the Embassy during the beginning of this nightmare. At this time they offered full support. For anyone who believes that a Western Embassy, thus a western citizen has any pull, what-so-ever in the outcome of these sorts of cases I defy you and say I know better and you will not be able to argue with what I have seen and experienced first hand.

The Canadian Embassy looked over my case; they handed me the letter and suggested I flee the UAE. They handed me a list of private UAE based lawyers, recognized by the Canadian government and promised to help in any additional way they could for the duration of the case.

When I questioned what ways they could help, I learned the simply truth that many of you seem to be ignorant of. Their help could and would only be purely moral. The Counsel would stand by my side during the hearings. And even that, they failed miserably at. The Canadian government official appeared for the first two hearings before vanishing completely.

When I requested financial support to hire one of the many ‘prestigious’ and outrageously expensive lawyers they recommended, I was informed that there was no way the government would help me, despite the taxes I should pay them based on my overseas salary. When I requested they help us find a competent translator to accompany us to the hearings, I was again let down; despite the fact that the Counsel could comprehend less Arabic than I, though the Arabic speaking females who were present during these hearings defined and made clear precise lies, or mistakes made during translation.

I finally won this case, but it was done without the slightest bit of help from the Canadian government. I won and it was a bloody miracle that took place, even after the judge had started to verbalize his guilty judgment.

Yesterday, I found this letter in 7Days and wasn’t the least bit surprised.

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I can not understand why the sheer incompetence of the Canadian government, the utter greed they prove through tax laws, the failure to reach most expectations of any Canadian national, and the indifference the Canadian government shows to its citizens who are unjustly suffering while abroad and at home, hasn’t reached the ears and hearts of those who direly seek to immigrate there and obtain Canadian nationalities.

The American government is in the process of retrieving its citizens who are currently stuck in the cross fire in Lebanon. The UAE has already retrieved its citizens and multiple other governments are in the process of either planning or initiating the evacuation of their citizens from the highly popular tourist destination during its peak tourism season, that’s suddenly become a daylight hell on earth.

Once again, I’m disgusted by the nationality I carry due to my sheer disappointment in my government. Once again, I’d rather support everything and anything UAE related than Canadian. At least, the UAE makes every effort to support and help their citizens in every imaginable way, as every government should consider their first responsibility.

For the first time, I feel myself envious of the UAE nationality. Are there any Emirati’s who would be interested in trading passports? You can have the nationality sought after by more than half the planet! It’s prestigious, I swear! And I’ll take the security the UAE government offers its Nationals in exchange. Sound’s like a fair deal to me!

For all of you who are considering immigration to Canada, I’d like to suggest you choose Australia or even America before dumping yourself and your loved ones into the hands of this government. The American government might be a lot of bullies & bastards, but at least they’re evacuating their own citizens from the war zone they condone!

Good, Sad & Simply Sh-itty News.

The good news is, that Lebanese friend I mentioned being ’lost’ to me, somewhere in South Lebanon is safely in the UAE now.

The sad news is, she’s tired and won’t be getting any rest anytime soon. Some of her family members have expired passports and aren’t able to leave until/unless they’re renewed, despite efforts to make them a visit-visa here. They’re living in the same area the majority of Hezbolla is currently at (forgive me, I’ve forgotten the city name), and she tells me as of today, the latest explosions were less than a street away from her family’s house.

May God everyone who is currently being terrorized, worldwide.

The shitty news is that friend of mine that I had helping me with those real-estate issues, who was supposed to accompany me to the police station today to file the complaint, decided to be the better man and let God deal with thieves rather than allow me to go through the process of fighting them.

He went to the real estate office, took the check for 1300Dhs, gave them my receipts and only told me about it when it was too late for me to object. Now, I have no basis to complain. On paper, I’ve accepted.

I want to be pissed off at him, and I’m sure he’d argue that I am pissed off at him thanks to the phone conversation we shared about this. But the truth is he’s done so much for me lately I can see him not wanting to bother with something like this and can understand where he’s coming from.

So that's it. That's my news for the moment.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

THE UAE COMMUNITY BLOG: Better Example of the UAE Public than the Real Thing! Move Over Ruling Family, SD’s Coming!

This post has been reposted in UAE Community blog after Woke, seemingly took into consideration disapproving comments made by myself & Ahmed. Woke’s now added a nice little notice explaining his case:

I had removed this post earlier as per negative feedbacks from a few people (If 2 can be classied as few) whom I thought were active members and contributors of UAE Community. Good to know that atleast some people do have a sense of humour and awareness of issues in the UAE.

In which, there is a link with a wonderful word of approval from UAE’s Self-Appointed-Blogging-Queen:

Woke: I found the image very funny, and entirely appropriate for UAE community blog. It was a satirical take on a very real issue: the lack of proper accommodation for bachelors here.

(I managed to see it on Bloglines, which archives some stuff that's been deleted).

It greatly disturbs me that people (who may not even be members) are frightening UAE Community members into self-censoring funny and relevant material.

Should anyone ever post anything really inappropriate (eg sexual content, or "royal gossip") we would either fully delete it. For something borderline (eg an entry where a few words were a bit risky/obscene) we would unpublish it and ask them to amend it a bit. But none of this applies to your post.

I would be very happy if you could repost it there.

I’m going to have to tackle this issue in two parts. The first issue concerning the original post, which pretty much equates the UAE’s high-scale marketing campaigns for luxury residences & highly publicized accommodation problems for the common man (two completely separate issues), to the false advertisement of the trash bin that the UAE realtors really have to offer in general. And there’s a pretty picture of a trash bin, incase you want an actual visual of what the UAE realtors really have hidden behind the complete trickery, deceitful, immoral, should-probably-be-illegal, marketing veils they produce.

Not only did I miss any intended humor in this post (I’m assuming it’s that famous British comedy that only they seem to laugh at; like some sort of adolescent inside joke), but I also found the post disrespectful, insulting, misleading, and pretty-much pointless in nature.

Upon opening the comments, I found that Ahmed has similar sentiments to this. Now, let me inform you all that despite implications made by SD, Ahmed is not only a member of the UAE Community, he’s a UAE National. If you fail to see how a post of this nature can be insulting to a UAE National, there is surely something wrong with you; perhaps, it’s your moralistic western upbringing?

I myself am not a member of the UAE Community, but that’s only due to me requesting that I be removed for reasons pretty-much made clear in this incident as well as a few others I’ve seen in the past. I'm also not a national citizen, though I'll bet your ass I've been here longer than most of these bitching expatriates and I will be here long after they all pack up their shit and go back to the hole of a country they abandoned, in order to take advantage of at least ONE of the many things the UAE offers them that they can't get back home, because I happen to have a national son.

The administration of the UAE Community Blog is an anti-UAE, trash promoting, insult to the real UAE Community and society as a whole. And only those of like-mindedness and in absolute agreement to these trash opinions shall have any relevance or respect in the great world of UAE blogging.

I commented on Woke’s post, something along the lines that I agree with Ahmed; this type of post is better left in his personal blog and not the community one, based on the opinionated, insulting nature of it. I’m assuming, after which he deleted the same. I find it amusing that SD should consider sharing my opinion (and even Ahmed's combined with it) an attempt to scare other people from voicing there’s.

BOO! Woke, if I somehow managed to scare you, I apologize, but at the same time I feel obliged to inform you that you my friend are a pussy; in less vulgar words; a wimp, a sissy, a cry-baby.

Now, I would like to believe that the purpose of the UAE community blog is more than just trash talking the UAE, while pointing out how horrible this place is and promoting one hate blog after another and I’d like see it as a place for general information as given by real people, with real stories; say a mini reflection of all that the UAE has to offer, I really would. But that’s getting harder and harder to do.

You see, between my personal experience as linked above, the promotion of hate blogs and complete disregard for the opinions of UAE Nationals as shown here, the shameless biases regarding who should be allowed to cross-post their personal blogs with jokes or humor(?) & how often, in light of Woke’s latest post (one of many he’s posted that link back to his blog for no obvious purpose other than self-promotion) and the approval by SD in contradiction to this policy(?) she made just a short while back concerning frequency of such posts and the recent revamp of posting and commenting regulations as shown here, I’m beginning to think the UAE Community Queen should have in fact created her court of humble worshipers & followers someplace in China, sometime prior to the fall of the Great Wall, where she’d really get the fame and reputation she deserves.

But then, that’s just me. What do my opinions matter? I’m not an active member of the UAE Community, nor can I comment on any of the posts now, (if you're not a blog member neither can you; so all you interested tourists or just geographically curious from abroad, needn't attempt asking questions there). I should just shut the fuck* up, shouldn’t I?

*You all didn’t actually think I’d get through this complete rant, without using my favorite word at least once, did you?

HAIL SD & THE UAE COMMUNITY! A perfect reflection of the only REAL problem the UAE society faces that isn't in the process of rectification by government officials.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

God I Hate this Man

George W. Bush "believes the Israelis have the right to protect themselves,"(…)

As American’s were defending themselves in Afghanistan & Iraq and will most likely defend themselves (and Israel) soon enough in Iran and Syria too, it’s just dandy that more than sixty people (most of which innocent civilians) have already been killed and more will certainly die in the defense of two Israeli soldiers who were kidnapped and eight Israeli soldiers who were killed in that raid.

Let’s count; 10 Israeli soldiers, who were extensively trained for war for more than 60 innocent civilians (and counting), who have nothing to do with war.

Sure equates to ’defense’ in my opinion.

Now might be an appropriate time I mention that one of my best friends is currently ‘on vacation’ with her family in South Lebanon. And I haven’t been able to reach her. I know of many who are waiting for their loved ones to return to the UAE in apprehension just now.

It’s disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. And it’s getting harder and harder for me to ignore.

Perhaps it’s time the Middle East got together and started defending itself against the world’s most notorious terrorist, his whole regime, and closest allies in the same manner that they’re defending themselves over here?

Bush is a born again Christian, he must believe in the divine fairness of ‘an eye for an eye’. So, let’s add up the defense strategies he used against Iraq, Afghanistan & the ones he’s condoning in Palestine & Lebanon, get our shit together and make our way to American and soil and defend the ourselves against these invasions. And while we’re there, let’s not forget the defense techniques used towards suspected terrorists in those Secret American Prisons, and use the same laws & guidelines to define & detain suspects in our interests.

I’m nothing more than a little western woman who’s watching all of this from a distance and I almost feel that any terror that falls on the American government in response to its continued support of Israel’s atrocities alongside its own defense techniques is pretty-much warranted and quite possibly the only way to put an end to the world’s biggest bully. I believe a reaction is coming.

How much do you want to bet that extremists are currently plotting their defense strategy against America as I speak? How much do you want to bet, the next hit on American soil will be far more catastrophic than 9/11?

Bush is condoning terror all around the world. He’s inviting terror to the American public. He’s once again fueling the violent fires in the Middle East while inviting extremists to expand the war field from here to there. If anyone deserves to be blown up, if anyone deserves to have their entire life shattered, it’s this man. I’m pretty sure that there are other’s who feel more passionately about this and I'm pretty sure that they also believe any innocent lives lost along the way will be a small price to pay in retaliation to all those lost and who are bound to be lost under his hand, over here.

Two wrongs don’t make a right. How much do you want to bet Bush himself taught his children this simple, clichéd moral only to ignore it himself? Three wrongs may very well be the conception of WWIII. Am I the only one who sees this coming?

Friday, July 14, 2006

Are you Condoning Israel or Palestine? And does it Matter?

Years back, while I was in my last trimester of pregnancy, I found myself in a number of heated online debates concerning the Israel/Palestine conflict.

Watching people point fingers at who was to blame (as violence was escalating at that time as it is now), and my being ignorant to the history, I spent a number of weeks researching from as many possible sources as I could find. I buried my face in online history sites and current newspaper articles on top of it all. The Israel/Palestine conflict became an obsession for me.

As I dug deeper and deeper into the horrific mess of violence, pointless bloodshed, and sheer biases that surround this topic by anyone involved in it, or even those who just want to analyze and debate, I became sick; both psychologically and physically. I stated to dream in vivid images of terrorized children, both Israeli & Palestinian. I would wake in the middle of the night almost hyperventilating, unable to conceive the thought that anyone; Muslim, Jew, or Atheist could condone the senseless killings that have been taking place since long before I was born and will most likely continue until long after I’ve passed away. Yet, everywhere I looked, someone was cheering on the Israeli’s or Palestinians, someone was defending rights to take more and more lives for whatever reasons.

Not many people bother to take the time to even glance at the history of this tragic situation. Far too many want to spit opinions, take sides and debate a topic they know little or nothing about, other than recent events shown in the media. And debating with someone who is stubbornly blinded by hate and media propaganda makes for nothing more than mental torture for anyone who bothers. Unfortunately, by the time I got there I was too emotionally attached to the topic and too determined to convince everyone and anyone to at least do some proper research before they entered a debate.

As the violence escalated and more horrific images soaked our local newspapers and televisions, I started to vomit on sight of them. I suppose the hormonal reactions in my very pregnant body combined with my utter disgust and the truly unjust nature of the whole situation caused such a nasty immediate reaction. I’ve never been one to be put off by images no matter how violent, but this was something different.

Whether it was more the pregnancy or my new found obsession or a combination of the two didn’t matter, I was killing myself and doing my unborn child no good. Eventually, I stopped buying the papers and I refused to watch the news. I ran from any mention of this topic. I withdrew myself from any sort of debate. And until the recent violence in Beirut, I’ve kept my back turned to the whole situation. I’ve since forgotten a lot of the historical facts I once knew by heart. I know what I believed then and I still hold the same opinion, though I no longer retain the facts that molded it.

I didn’t want to blog about this topic. But today, I came across a number of blogs that defended, analyzed or that were simply based on one aspect or another of the violence that’s once again on the rise in this region. The closest to my own opinion was written by Shaykhspeara Sha'ira, and can be found here.

I have no ancestors of Arab or Israeli decent. I am a Muslim. But being Muslim isn’t an excuse to take an uneducated biased stance on any situation; let alone one that is so passionately engraved in the hearts of so many people. No matter where you’re from or what your opinion is, respect the people that are innocently dying and will continue to die without labeling them a Christian, Jew, Muslim or whatever term you’ve found yourself coining the enemies of your stance, with. Respect the fact that lives are being shattered, beyond the comprehension of any of you, who only know the reality as seen through a photograph, a television broadcasting, or a piece of literature. And respect the fact that no matter how strong you stand in your opinion, no matter how loud you shout them out, people aren’t going to agree with you and chances are, you will not change anything; history has already proven this.

And remember that this is not the only place on the planet that is suffering the senseless terror that you are currently seeing in the media.

My heart goes out to all the innocent who are slaughtered and the families of those left behind who still suffer the loss of their loved ones and live surrounded by the perpetual threat of violence.

Wikipedia: Israel/Palestine Timeline

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Thursday, July 13, 2006

Decisions, Decisions…

Last week, one of my mom’s cats needed to go to the vet. My mother’s Sri Lankan housemaid (a woman I hate from the core of my being because of the shit she’s caused me and my son in the past, though am forcing myself to be kind to because we have to live in the same house – my mother thinks she’s her sister and not the maid), asked me if she could take my car because my mother’s car, that the maid drives as if it were her own while my mom’s on vacation, is having some sort of mechanical problems that cause it to stall.

I told her the keys were inside and let her go. I didn’t think much of it, despite my utter hate for the woman. I don’t really hold a grudge; even if she is the reason my mother kicked me & my son out last year just after I won the divorce; even if she does get paid to do nothing; even if my mother favors the woman more than her own damn family. (Notice the lies I tell myself, when I say I’m not holding a grudge?)

Anyway, she came back a short while later with the cat and all was normal. Now, I didn’t attempt to leave my house until last night, when I went to get them journal entries bound. The first thing I noticed was the dashboard on my car was cracked and the cabinet thingy wasn’t sitting properly in it. It’s not too obvious so I assumed maybe the sun had caused it to crack or something; until I tried to reverse the car.

I didn’t want to move initially and only jerked into movement when I pressed my foot pretty hard on the gas. I kept driving out of the yard anyway, thinking maybe it was just the wet sand under the tires (as my car had recently been washed and there isn’t a driveway here). I drove for about 30 seconds before realizing something was seriously wrong with the damn car. Whenever I braked, it would shutter and I could feel something banging against the tire. I came back to the house and asked one of the workers who lives here to contact the government garage (as my car is registered by the Sheikh), to see if they can’t take it and repair whatever the problem is quickly, without renewing the expired registration. To renew it means I have to pay speeding fines that I can’t afford right now.

I came into the house and asked the bitch if she’d hit something and failed to tell me about it. Naturally, she denied it. I’m sure the woman is now scared shitless of pissing me off after the last scene, but little does she know I wouldn’t have cared in the least if she’d banged up the car. Anyway, I kept quiet, even though I was sure then that she had hit or run over something; I had no proof.

Today, I had a friend of mine take it to another garage. There is no way the government workshop will return it in a day’s time and I miss my son so it’s worth whatever it’ll cost. He called me to ask me what I hit, saying that something was banged into the left side. The bitch ran something over. She then thought I wouldn’t notice. And on top of all that, she lied when I asked her.

Now, I care because she fucking lied about it and I was supposed to pick up my son today and it’s too late now. Had I known before (when she actually banged it up), I’d have had it fixed in time to get him. It’s scary enough for me to have my son in the car on these roads, let alone in a car that’s fucked. There’s no way I’m driving him all the way along Emirates road in a car that almost feels as though the tire is going to fall off at any given moment.

The only thing that’s left for me to consider, is whether or not I freak out on the bitch. She’ll deny it. My mother will believe her. And I’ll end up out on the streets again, I’m sure. But I’m pissed right the fuck off and almost feel like waking her up at this moment and slapping the shit out of her. If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s a fucking liar. And there’s NO way my car managed to run itself over something between her taking it and last night, all by itself; unless I’m truly insane and sometimes do I wonder.

But no. I won’t do it. I want to. But I won’t. Either way, I’ll get nothing out of it. And I won’t have my baby with me anytime sooner, will I? Bitch.

Red tape: Red anger

Exactly a year ago last month, I moved into my flat in a new building in Ajman. The building itself is owned by a prick (I would soon learn) and managed by a bunch of monkeys (I should have known). But at that time I was too distraught to care about the details, and needed a home.

It wasn’t long after I moved in that light bulbs started exploding on a weekly basis, or pipes would burst almost as frequently. There wasn’t a day that my kitchen floor wasn’t covered in water, because the pipes were leaking somewhere in the wall and I couldn’t find the source of the problem. And all of this was on top of Ajman’s electricity & sewage problems, that meant at times I’d be stuck in the middle of the day on the sixth floor of the building, sweltering in the heat of my house, knowing the only way out was to walk down six flights of stairs that also stored big buckets for the tenants trash. At other times, I’d come home after they drained the sewage and my house would smell much like a public bathroom that hasn’t been washed down or had a toilet flushed in any less than a year.

Being in the building was a nightmare. Dealing with the pricks on the other end was something on top of a nightmare. Sometime during the first two months, my toilet overflowed. No, overflowed is an understatement; it started spitting up waste that I’m sure come from other apartments as well as my own. At the time, I had my three-year-old son and my housemaid with me. There was only one bathroom. I was working in Dubai, but traffic meant I had to leave my house at or before 6am and I wouldn’t reach home before 7pm.

I called the building management about the problem, since I’d paid them a fee for maintenance, and they informed me that they could only send someone to my house between 7am and 5 or 6 (I can’t remember) pm. This didn’t work for me. There is no way I was going to let some sexually deprived man into my apartment, while my housemaid was virtually there alone. And missing a day of work would mean a day I didn’t get paid, thus meaning I’d end up paying the same maintenance fee twice. I argued with the real-estate company for a full day explaining, insisting that they either send someone to my house at 7.30 in the evening or allow me to hire someone from outside and have them pay the bill.

They refused. On the second day, I asked them to give me the owner’s phone number. They refused.

The sales man for the apartment had liked me from the start. I called him up and asked. He gave me the mobile number, under the promise that I would not tell a soul where I got it from.

I called the guy, Mohammed something… He didn’t answer immediately, but called me back an hour or so later. I introduced myself and before I could say anything he responded with, “I know who you are and I know your problem.” He continued with, “I will not help you unless you tell me where you got my phone number from.”

“I don’t see how this is relevant.” I responded, “You are the owner of this building. I have rented a service from you. It’s now been two days that I don’t have working toilet.”

He continued pressing about where I got his number, as if he were a Shiekh and I had somehow invaded his private circle, and I continued refusing to explain based not only on my promise to the sales guy but also the sheer conceit in this man’s tone. Soon, he simply hung up on my face.

I was pissed right off. I have never met a person so arrogant, so incredibly rude, and so condescending in my entire life. But I’ll be fucked if I’m going to let some prick get the best of me; especially if I’m putting money into this mans bank account. I left my office and headed to my lawyers. I had them call him. You can bet your ass he arranged for a plumber to be at my house that evening at 7.30pm.

Since, I’d dealt with all plumbing or electrical problems on my own. I can’t be bothered with the stress dealing with these people causes.

Three months before my contract expired, the building management sent me a note asking me to sign whether or not I’d be staying and informing me of a rent increase if I did stay. Three months before I left, I had no idea what I’d be doing. In fact, I knew nothing up until the last couple of days I was in that house. I’m sure many of you read it in this blog. None-the-less, they kept harassing me almost daily. I refused to sign, they refused to leave the letter with me, only to return the next day or week and ask the same thing over again. They called me every-single-day, five or six times until I answered and each time, I still told them I didn’t know and thus couldn’t answer them. They insisted on trying back, even though I told them I would inform them when I knew what I was doing.

Finally, I flipped at the calls and told them to stop harassing me. I told them it didn’t matter how many times they called, I won’t know till I bloody well know. So they needn’t waste their time or increase their damn phone bills with these pointless, harassing calls.

They then left me alone. And when I knew for certain that I was leaving, I informed them. It’s funny because it seemed like the whole building was moving out in that same week. I remember one guy telling me in the elevator that he also wanted to go, but stupidly paid for two years in advance. He told me the owner of the building was a prick; which meant to me that it wasn’t just my experience with him, the guy is a prick through and through.

When leaving I inquired about the 1500dhs security deposit I’d given them. I was told it’d take a week to process and informed I needed the receipts. It’s a good thing I kept them, but when I looked at them last week I realized a few things. For starters they were printed on two different companies’ letterheads. I remembered the day I first looked at the apartment and how they told me that if I wanted them to hold it over the weekend (until I could arrange the cheques), I needed to give the majority of the deposit to the salesman at the building because the office was already closing for the day. I refused without a receipt, so they had us drive the sales man to some other office where he issued one.

That done, I thought all was well. I went and finalized everything after the weekend and got a second receipt for the remaining of the deposit.

The second thing I noticed about the receipts was that on one of the deposit ones, the larger one, the man had written, “This amount is non-refundable,” in Arabic. On inquiring, I was told I wouldn’t get that money back. I called the real-estate two days ago, and swore up and down that if they didn’t refund me my full amount I would take them to court over it. I’m sick and tired of people taking advantage of others, in such ways in this country. I’m fed up of people literally stealing money from me without an ounce of shame.

The guy promised me I’d get it all, before I closed the phone.

Today, T went to pick it up. While at the office, he called me and put the very same manager I had talked to two days ago on the phone. The guy told me that I was only getting 1300Dhs, as they’d deducted 200Dhs for maintenance. I flipped. I don’t give a shit if it is just 200Dhs. I don’t care what excuses they have. I refuse his ‘offer’ and told him that one way or another, the company would pay for it. He can take it out of his own fucking pocket, seeing how he’s the one who promised it to me just two days ago, and take it from the owner whenever the guy shows up.

I asked T not to leave with the cheque until it was made out in the full amount. I simply refuse to pay this fee. The guy argued that the owner will only be there at 1pm, so we needed to wait. I argued that I’m tired of waiting and I will take these fuckers to court. I will pay more for lawyers and I will endure a messy legal battle for a measly 200Dhs.

When companies are already getting away with daylight robbery through rent increases, maintenance fees that are literally useless and your average person, like me, is starting to feel the real consequences of the rising expenses in the UAE, enough is enough of this shit.

I’m thinking it’s a good fucking thing I’m not working or expected to be a professional under any circumstances these days. When someone is seriously willing to go to the fucking courts in this place for 200Dhs, I’d say they’ve about reached their capacity for stress-induced frustration.

**By the way, 200Dhs works out to about $54 USD.