My friend and I laughed ourselves to tears over this video. Enjoy!
I’ve been on Facebook for a pretty long time now–since 2005, if I’m not mistaken.
And it’s a good social site. I’ve found a ton of people I hadn’t seen in years. Though I don’t really speak to them that much, if ever, but it’s good to know that they’re still alive.
But why…oh why?! …do people insist on inviting you when they don’t know you and you don’t know them? I don’t care who you are or who you think you are, if I don’t know you I don’t want you to be my Facebook friend. Is that too much to ask for?
I know I shouldn’t rant about this since there is nothing on my profile that says I won’t friend you if I don’t know you…but still! I either get very simplistic and daft messages (like “hello” or “hey sweetie can we be friends?”) or I get short essays. Most of them are written in terrible English, too–which is an excellent way to get me even more annoyed. I mean, come on, if you’re going to message a stranger, at least show some understanding of basic grammar and spelling, will you?
Anyways, just for the heck of it, look at what this one dude sent me. (I usually delete messages, but for some reason, I thought this one was pretty amusing, so I saved it)
Kinda funny, isn’t it?
Of course, it’s in Arabic-English. A translation would be like:
Good evening girl, (Or more like…I don’t know, ‘little girl’ or young girl)
How are you?
Hey, can we be friends?
Whether you want to or don’t want to, just send me a little message
‘Blah-blah-blah’ this is my e-mail
I hope to see you online
Hope to hear from you, girl.
It’s romantic isn’t it? Really, my heart’s all a-flutter. Plus, the way he calls me ‘bannout’. Weird.
Anyways…that’s my random moment to share, even though the message is rather dated. I was just on Facebook and, not surprisingly, got an invite from some Lebanese dude who has absolutely nothing in his profile. Why the hell would I add him?!
Anyways, gotta go study for my Marketing test tomorrow. I’m just ecstatic that I finished that assignment I mentioned in my last post. Woot!
Damn…
March 29, 2008 — Hala J.I really should be working. In fact, I promised myself that I’d work on that project my teacher assigned about sixteen eons ago. But, here I am. Constructing a new blog. Posting videos and generally indulging in writing about myself. Honestly, my selfishness seems to know no bounds. That’s something I say to my friends a lot. “Wow, your ______ knows no bounds”. Usually that blank is filled with the word ‘modesty’ or ’sympathy’…but that’s just optional.
Random story:
I had a funny argument with Jayson the other day. He was insisting that John Lennon sang something related to ‘borders’ in his song ‘Imagine’. I maintained he never says that word–not in that song anyways. Jay, not one to give up on an argument, insisted that he did–and even went so far as to suggest betting on it. (It was tempting, but I didn’t take him up on the offer even though I knew he had recently gotten his paycheck and I could have–for a minute–made him give it all to me).
Anyways, to settle our dispute, I played the tune on my laptop, all the while shushing our chatty friends so we could listen. (It would’ve been easier to look up the lyrics, but why do that and pass up on listening to this great song?) Jay kept pointing enthusiastically whenever he thought the word was going to crop up, and disappointed confusion would come just as fast when it didn’t.
The last note rounded off the song. No borders.
I love being right.
Jay doesn’t love it when I’m right. He should have been thankful I’m not the betting type.
*Smiles*
Guy Love
March 29, 2008 — Hala J.I know this is random, but I was playing around with the features and wanted to import a video. I have a gajillion YouTube favorites but I randomly picked this one. Still think it’s funny though, heh heh.
Blood on My Side……
March 10, 2008 — Hala J.This whole newsletter thing is going pretty well…I’m really happy because it’s running so much more smoothly than I ever thought it would!
Don’t wanna jinx it though. *Crosses fingers*
Everyone on my team’s decided that they want the newsletter to be called ‘The Scribe’. There was a bit of a problem with this for a while because we suspected that a lot of our readers wouldn’t know what ’scribe’ means. (The newsletter team is made up of expatriates with pretty good backgrounds in English and even some of them had to have ’scribe’ defined. This made us wonder exactly how many of our Qatari English-as-a-second-language readers would have that problem). We solved it by saying we’d define it on the front page in both languages, as a kind of little introduction to their brand new college newsletter.
Woot!
The deadline for my writers and photographers to submit everything they’ve been assigned is tomorrow, and I already got a lot of articles handed in. I have three book reviews, a restaurant review, a large article on the college’s Global Village event, and a small list of the current Top 10 songs here. I still have a movie review, music review, pictures, interviews as well as the rest of the coverage of the Global Village coming up. Jayson also showed me a few of his cartoons–and they’re great too.
I think this thing can turn out to be something pretty special. When I have everything handed in and do some editing, I’ll be able to meet up with my design and layout people as well as the school’s graphic designers so we could finally put everything together. The only thing I’m a little disappointed in is the fact that my design and layout people aren’t really pulling their weight. They’re kinda lagging around in the background…but I guess I can give them a prod. You know…the cattle kind. HA HA HA!
Yes…
It’s MARCH ALREADY?!
March 3, 2008 — Hala J.Wow…
Anyways, thought I’d drop by to say I’m sick. Again. Truly, this gives my heart great joy. I can barely contain myself. Really.
Blech. This is the third time since December, too, so that averages to quite nearly a cold a month. February kindly left me cold-free but March decided to hit me and it’s barely even begun! It’s not a terrible cold, but if it’s the same thing that my mom and sister got, then I know it’s going to get worse. I’m already popping pills to get it under control before it does. Gah!
