Patriotism, Religion....and All That Jazz! (Part 1/2)

Ok, so i guess my last posts give u pretty much about 10 % of what's flying around in my mind. Now lets start with the interesting, controversial and pissing off stuff. Warning: many people might hate me after this post. But its all for the best since, the more you hate me, the more ull advertise me, thus i get more readers and we both get what we want, haters and readers.

Patriotism and religion are two phenomena im always thinking about. My views continuously change depending on my daily observations and experiences. It is interesting how my view of patriotism keeps fluctuating (sometimes i love it and sometimes i hate it), but my views on religion keep developing in the same area.
Amoon on Patriotism:

UAE Flag (boo-hoo, tears everywhere)
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Patriotism is a complete and utter waste of my (and everyone's) time, its devastating for the economy, and is just a ball of bullshit. I hate it when people say "i love my country" and don't know shit about it, how it works, its history or even who built it. Holding up a flag is NOT patriotism you idiots. Starting a revolution just because it is a trend is NOT patriotism you idiots. Trying to overthrow another sect of your own religion is NOT patriotism you idiots.
We, the people are what ruined patriotism for ourselves.
I remember the times when my heart actually skipped a beat every time my country's name was called out. I remember when tears easily flowed out of my eyes when i saw our flag fluttering proudly high in the sky. That black, red, green and white flag.
Yet now i wonder, did i, or anyone who still feels like that towards his/her country, do any good with our emotional crap? Did we benefit ourselves while going boo-hoo every time we travelled (cuz apparently we 'missed' our home). NO! All we did was waste very valuable time when we should have been building OURSELVES, our personalities, our spirituality, our future..
Im telling you people, singing your national anthem, or holding up your flag is NOT going to do you any good.

(Pissed off yet? wait...the good part is still coming)
Having said all that, and having said that my view on patriotism is quite changing, let me take you to the conclusion i have gotten to.
You do not deserve to be patriotic if you are not being productive. If you are sitting at home, hanging pictures of your rulers, then you might as well kill yourself...you're more beneficial being dead than alive for your country. Patriotism should mean that for every second in your day, you want to give back to your country. You have to find away to compensate for what she has offered you: a home for your family, a place where your children might grow, safety, security.

True she is not perfect. But you know why?...
Because we are being 'patriotic'.
We are sitting at home, eating 'herees' and 'lgaimaat' (arabic foods - very fatting: basically turning us into an obese population), and saying "Long Live Our Rulers".

You know why my view changed?....I used to waste time. Lots and lots of time. That made me hate my country because i had nothing to do with her. But now, i study, i work, i try to stay physically healthy, i started a blog...and i realized that when i hated my country, it was because i didn't deserve to love her in the first place. So until now, my conclusion on patriotism is:
Be patriotic when you think you deserve to be. Don't be patriotic if your flag is the most important thing in your life.

Ok. I guess the last part wasn't as bad. A bit communist, don't you think? haha.

My next post is on religion. So if any of you fat, lazy, and useless (and angry) people want to go on....then you're in for my favorite ride of all time.

My Photo's n Me

Yes yes, i know what you're gonna say. Typical Emirati chick, does not know how to handle her extremely expensive camera and calls herself a photographer.

Exhibit A
The Beautiful Human Being
Model: One of my good friends.
And ladies i'm sorry he's taken, believe me i've tried.

Well if u have any of those is you head then you're wrong. Yes i like taking photographs but NO i am not good at taking them and NO i am not a photographer. The only reason why i have folders and folders that contain millions of photos of everything and everyone is because i like showing people the world through my eyes; and the world through my eyes, ladies and gentlemen, is beautiful (plz excuse the cheesiness).

I remember why, where and how i took each and everyone of these photos. Let me show you what i mean.

- Exhibit A (Above) :
Oh by the way, just a note before i start, my favorite 'thing' to take pictures of is men. In my opinion, they are the most beautiful living things that have ever roamed the Earth. That beard, that voice, those arms, and that physique....whether fat, thin, tall, short, dark or light....they are all simply mesmerizing. And if my readers don't ming me saying so,  my favorite type is our very own, arrogant, bossy, charming, bad boy, humorous, generous and kind hearted Emirati men.

Ok back to the subject:

Exhibit B
Crying Asian Baby. Haha.

This is one of my favorite pics of all time. Number one: i had a great time taking pics (i was shooting for this project i had) in general that day because the sun was literally laughing (not smiling, but laughing), and the wind was like...DUDE..WOW. The model in the pic is a really close friend of mine (i usually take pics of him if i need them for some works in progress), very narcissistic as you can see, and he loves it when i take pictures of him. So he starts posing and stuff and i was only taking dumb pictures at first, nothing serious. But then, when he was just looking at the ocean, i was sitting there looking up at him...this is exactly what i saw: a beautiful human being. That moment was literally unforgettable.

- Exhibit B:
This was at a temple in Guanzhou, China. I know....he's an Asian baby....what more reason do i have to take pictures, right??! But no, there was one more. This baby in particular was special because when i was in China...i did NOT see ANY baby cry, as opposed her highness my dear 2 year old niece who was doing completely the opposite. Personally, i don't mind babies crying...or maybe i have become immune to them by now..but anyways, this little guy was crying and shouting his ass off in a really quiet temple and it was cracking me up. And he was crying even more every time i showed him my camera. It was simply HILARIOUS. So after taking a couple of pics i ended up with Exhibit B.

- Exhibit C:

Exhibit C
Hope in Hong Kong

Let's take a look at Exhibit C. This was a picture i took in Hong Kong because the area itself caught my eye. Believe it or not this place, which looks like nothing more than a shitty, and very dodgy, ally was right next to an all-brand selling street. Other than that, if you look closely at the ally, the color combination is pretty weird. It is mostly shades of grey, and very little browns (and these are usually pretty depressing colors)....but this is not what caught my eyes in particular. You see, with all this depression is a small array of colors...green, yellow, and red..it was like hope i guess (again excuse the cheese people, now move along). I liked it a lot.

In conclusion, these, ladies and gentlemen are only some random photos i have taken. It is not to show of my amazing skills, angles, or whatever language these so called 'photographers' use... It is only just to show off some of my unforgettable memories, which have never failed to make me smile.

Social Food ...sigh

Simply Beautiful, Pure Red Chili. Wake my senses up.

I was just invited to my best friend's house for a very small gathering...maybe 5 girls at most...and i just realized that the way she invites us is by listing a menu to somehow lure us to her 'request'. Unfortunately, it works every time  -_-


Before i start posting my ACTUAL thoughts, let me just explain to you what my food means to me. Obviously, it is a very important feature of literally EVERY outing me and my friends have. I literally cannot think of any outing which did not have any type of consumption; whether it was a glass of hot karak (Indian style tea with milk, very popular in the UAE), or delicious sushi, or scrumptious cupcakes, or quick snacks, or thirst quenching soft drinks, or melted ice cream, or savory pasta, or nutritious sandwiches, or taste-filled seafood, or buttery tarts, or delicious macaroons, or creamy soup, or even...a healthy salad...food has just always been there....and always will be until we eventually end with cardiovascular disease i guess.

Pastries in Thailand

Food to me is more of a social event rather than just food. It has two sides i sinfully enjoy. The first is that it brings me closer to my friends, because we are all food lovers. We eat food, and simultaneously talk about food while we also think about food. After being done with the food we repeat this process for dessert. Food is one thing in life which never lets you down, with thousands of cuisines there to melt away your tongue and slowly do the same to your heart. It is one thing in life that can turn me into a poet, a politician, a comedian or just make me appreciate the fact that most of all...im a human being. Whether its just a piece of bread or a royal feast, it is all the same when it stimulates my taste buds and brings tears to my eyes.


The second side i enjoy is that a plate of food, no matter how simple it is to make, always has a complicated burst of flavors that can knock one unconscious. For example, my personal favorite cuisine is oriental (mostly Thai, to be even more precise). So if i have a plate of Tom Yum Kung soup (a delicious blend of coconut milk and Thai spicy paste containing mushrooms, prawns, lemongrass, ginger and basil) and a normal plate of mixed fried rice....that is all i need to to start and end
 a beautiful day. I close my eyes a savor the soup first, where a blend of extremely numbing spicy chili and a sweet smell of coconut milk confuse my senses and drown me in a divine and spiritual experience.

Hardcore Crab in Thailand.
This was accompanied by so much other seafood that day,
it was UNBELIEVABLE

For me, food is only ONE of the things in life that brings me closer to God. This might be funny to many people, but if one thinks about it...Don't these abilities of taste and smell such wonders show His divine love for us? Or else why would He allow us these pleasures if he did not want us to experience every moment of them? And doesn't everyone have a better time with loved ones (family, old/new friends...etc) when there is good food involved? One may disagree...but hey...these are just my thoughts...and i like my thoughts to be somehow connected to Him..



This is dedicated to my best friend. You know who you are fat woman.

P.S
1) I DO NOT cook. I am only a mere consumer of food.
2) Although i enjoy lots of food and possess an endless appetite, i still go to the gym to balance it out....which i highly recommend for people like me.

my first post

       So i was never a blog/social network/ technology person. But I think I'm starting this blog because it could act like a diary, not of my actions, but just general thoughts. Some thoughts, i think, should be published...those are what made people like David Ricardo, Marx, Socrates or even Shakespeare remembered till now. Unlike today, where we have to constantly 'cite' or 'refer to' other people's thoughts while ours are 'not credible'...so they stay in our brains until they waste away.

      I'm still very young to be taken seriously, yet i seriously don't care. My age was never a concern, and i think nobody's should be. I am not a very religious person...not at all actually, but i think God has created us in different generations, races, ethnicities...etc...to only find out that at some point we are all one; and the only way we can reach that conclusions is by learning from each other, whether we're talking about a 5 year old child, or a 70 year old man (or WOMAN : this is for the feminists...i'm not in the mood for your bullshit).

     In addition, i think this blog will combine many thoughts which i can refer back to if i ever write a book...and if im still cool enough...my children will one day read this.

     Furthermore, my blog is called being human...because obviously the most interesting parts of our lives are our mistakes. My thoughts, actions or experiences that will be recorded here will all hopefully show that i respect my mistakes, love making them and most of all show how i learn from them....(then maybe, if they were fun enough, show also what happens after i repeat them a couple more times just for the sake of preserving my youth and spirit).

P.S.
     Any grammatical, punctuation, or spelling errors are purely because i did not revise my post. Personally, i think that that's what writing your thoughts are all about...THE MISTAKES. So plz, my dear readers, do not take my mistakes as those of an idiot Emirati who does not know how to write academic english. haha.