Dear People,

Would you please stop asking me when I will get married. Please?!

I still can’t comprehend why people ask me this question over and over again.

Will it make any difference if I get married? Will it affect you in anyway, directly or indirectly? Will you get ANY benefits from it? NO, right?!

What makes it even worst is that, when some people ask me whether or not I have a boyfriend (and I say no, for obvious reasons), they stare at me as if I’m not supposed to be single. As if I have passed the deadline of getting a boyfriend. As if I’m not capable of falling in love. As if being single is a curse. And a lot more as ifs that I can’t even write here.

Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate your concern. The fact that I may stay single for the rest …

I’m sure many of you have been following news on the protests in Egypt. Although Egyptians still struggle to fight for their rights and freedom, no one can stop them from being creative and funny! Let’s just see some of the creative things created by the Egyptians:

This is my personal favorite! Anything has an expiry date. So does Mubarak. This sign showed that Mubarak’s expiry date was set to 25 January 2011, the day when the revolt started. Very creative!

(Photo courtesy of Nadia El-Awady)

Another creative placard is this cartoon! It can be shown in this cartoon that Mubarak and his people are fighting to take Egypt (illustrated as the bride). He wants to take Egypt into the "National Democratic Jail" (as opposed to "National Democratic Party", the Egypt’s ruling party). This is also my favorite!

(Photo courtesy of Lauren Bohn)

Social networks, …

You may have heard about the floods that devastated 75% of Queensland, which is about an area the size of France and Germany combined. It’s heartbreaking to say that Brisbane was badly affected by the floods. I lived there for 4 years until 2007, so the city had put a mark in my heart, somehow. There were a lot of beautiful memories that I remember fondly. It’s a beautiful city and some of my good friends live there. That’s why when I learned that Brisbane was going to be hit by a flood as severe as the 1974 flood, I panicked. I worried. I contacted my friends. I watched the news. I read the news. In fact, I watched and read TOO MUCH news.

But that’s okay. I can’t tell you how grateful I was to have access to the Internet: Facebook, Twitter, online local TV stations, online …