Aretha Franklin.

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I have a confession to make.

You see how the sidebar on the right says "Entries" and a list of the months follow with the number of entries right next to each month?

I want the number to be the same as the number of days of said month.

February this year was 28 days.

So call me what you will.

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I had such a bad start this past weekend. I thought it would be better, considering I had so much fun Wednesday night at dinner with some former and current co-workers (and Kimmy!). We went to Benihana, where no one really wanted to go on account of "Ew, sushi". I somehow managed to convince the manager to tell the staff that my guests would be (should be!) asking for the Jackie Chan reservation as part of a game (the goal of the game was to make the guests as uncomfortable as possible asking for Jackie Chan in Jeddah, purely for my enjoyment).

The food was great. I'm not a fan of sushi, but I was either very hungry, or the sushi there was good, because I liked. I even had some wasabi (which I wouldn't touch with a 10-foot pole without at least a beer). The entertainment was good, and I had printed out some Japanese phrases that they could all entertain themselves with as soon as they started getting restless and bored.

Snort, snort. Yes.

Oh, and we bumped into adorable Lena, who just walked in and smiled at us in all her grown-up glory. I heart Lena. :)

On Thursday, however, I discovered so many things that really depressed me.

First off, I realized that leading by example never works (at least in Jeddah, I guess). I always try to be on time for any appointment, whether or not it's important. If I confirmed my presence, I would be there on time, or, if I would be late, I would tell them. I thought by doing this, that people would start getting used to it, and quit the whole oh-but-this-is-Saudi-no-one-is-EVER-on-time rhetoric.

Seriously.

I really don't think I should start being tardy myself just to adjust to everyone else.

I hate waiting. I hate being stood up. The best part was, one of my friends called me up an hour and a half later, after I'd left, and she was boiling mad. "Why is nobody here? Where are you?!" she yelled at me. AT ME. I was there on TIME. For a whole fucking hour. Her reply? "But EVERYONE knows I'm always late. You could've at least called me! I'm already here! What am I supposed to do now?"

I don't always get angry at people. In fact, I'm NEVER angry. Okay, I get emo, and I get pissed off, but I just blog about it. But THIS.

But THIS!! (I love the drama.)

I always try to respect the people around me: my friends, the people I work with, my family. Even if I dislike them, I do my best to treat them the way I'd like them to treat me.

And I realized this past weekend that it just doesn't fucking work that way. NOBODY respects in this shithole. Nobody respects time, nobody respects the other persons feelings, nobody respects other people who respect them.

I can't stand it.

And people ask why I have such a hard time trusting others.

I was also told by a couple acquaintances how ridiculous my friends are (they didn't know the people they were talking about were my friends). I was so offended. It's terrible hearing things like that. Unwanted gossip. All I could say in response was, "Hmm.. Why do you say that?"

Anyway, because of all this, these (trivial) depressing events, I decided to buy a new phone.

Hence, the other posts.

Ciao.

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