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On Yeune #It'sOn ---------- Forwarded message --------- From: Ji-Yeune Date: Thu, Nov 23, 2023 at 3:33 AM Subject: Re: Crazy Story #5 The Case of The Stolen Identity To: Noha i totally agree with you. (BTW, i never said that i was fine with the they/them new definitions... just saying that's what's happening in case you missed, but i guess you are way ahead.) ------- On Wed, Nov 22, 2023, Noha wrote: Yeune, You will forgive me for replying and including the "group." It matters greatly that they see and hopefully read my email as a primary source and not as here-say. First, thank you for actually responding to my email and breaking the silence. Second, thank you for complimenting my writing ability. I can try to be self-deprecating and say it's nothing but I would be disingenuous and therefore a hypocrite. Third, let me address the content of your reply, the fact that "them/they/their" is the new gender neutral, hence diplomatic way of "speaking." My view is that it is a question of language, not identity. Identity is complicated. Most of us, if we are honest, don't understand our own identity with all the complexities of inner human lives, let alone the environment we are immersed in. But language is a tool that is very much needed and useful for communication with others. Like a measuring stick, it needs to hold steady and true otherwise it will take us on a wrong direction or get us lost in outer space. Like a map that is no longer an accurate representation of the territory it purports to mirror, language cannot work if the veracity of its vocabulary is in question. With this in mind, the use of the words "them", "they", and "their" is reserved for the use of multiple individuals, not singular. As someone who suffered through grade school grammar classes (and I mean suffered since English was my second language), trying to "monkey with" the definition and hence usage of words is the INSANITY. That is how you hijack the minds of sane individuals and render them brain dead, unable to synthesize for themselves any original thought, let alone meaning, in their lives. It is the weaponization of language as the last vestige of a free society commiserate with western values and ideals. Now, I want to point out the fact that most of us in this group hail from "non-western" backgrounds, you included Yeune of South (and North) Korea. Such is the draw of the western way of living that our ancestors left their homeland in search for freedom and peace of mind. To stand idle while supposedly good people whittle away at our core existence through the weaponization of everything we hold dear and abandon ship in the name of "equality, diversity, inclusion, humanity" is the penultimate evil and heinous act. Who in his/her right mind would argue with wanting to be a good person? And that's how they "imprison" you. That is the heart of the matter. They, the people doing these evils, are counting on your ego and desire for goodness to provide them with clear passage, as they trample all over our freedom and humanity. Apparently, the devil's favorite sin is vanity. That's how they win and good people lose. Through your vanity, not humility. You have children, girls no less. This matters. It matters so much if you want to leave them a sane world, better than the one we had. Turning a blind eye to those who seek to "divide and conquer" through language is downright wrong. Fight back. The proper usage for a singular individual is she/he not "they." Hold people accountable for the way they speak because it is a slippery slope. I seem to recall a good friend of mine who corrected her French lecturer at UW-Madison because he/she kept using the word "excite" incorrectly and she experienced some backlash from said lecturer for embarrassing him/her in front of the class. What a brave chick! I wonder what happened to her. We need more people like her. Because once we are lost, we will never be found again. That, my friend, is the true tragedy. I am not "them/they/their" because I am one person, Noha ---------- On Tue, Nov 21, 2023, Ji-Yeune wrote: “They/them” is the new gender-neutral pronoun used in workplaces… it’s weird but that’s the new thing. I liked your story 4. You’re a good writer. ---- On 22 Nov 2023, Noha wrote: All, There seems to be some mix-up with regards to a certification that I completed in October 2020 (Certified Analytics Professional). I have been hankering after it since 2013 when I took training with my team at the time, the Booz Allen's internal corporate GO team, not the consulting staff. I became aware of the Institute for Operations Research and Management Sciences (INFORMS) organization. They basically promote an Industrial Engineering degree in a certification. It was supposed to catapult my career into the stratosphere. I tried to take the exam cold in 2015 thinking I should just pass because I have a degree in Industrial Engineering but I did not. To be fair, I did not study and there was some weirdness with the testing center in Rockville, MD. A common theme, I'm sure you are all picking up on that. The computer all of a sudden went out. There was construction next door and it was loud in my testing room. But the receptionist just turned the PC back on and I resumed my test. Like I said, I failed. Just last month, I called both Mom and Sulafa to tell them both this very story. I asked them to consider whether I was telling the truth. None of them replied to tell me if they believed me or not. Given your radio silence, I guess I am not surprised anymore. Also, as a complete aside, my computer and phone keep insisting I am located in Maryland lately, even though I fixed it a few times and changed it manually to McLean, VA. Today, it said I'm in Bethesda, MD and then refused to let me change locations. Also, under the heading of weird occurrences having to do with Maryland, a few months ago, I ran into some white girl in the elevator in my building who told me, without me asking her anything mind you, that she is moving out after 5 years to be closer with her family in Maryland. Almost instinctively, I said to her, I won't be doing that. Who is doing that shit? You tell me. Getting back to the story, I found out years later that INFORMS has a boot camp for the test. I took the boot camp in the fall of 2020 and then the exam in October after heavy-duty studying. It's a hard certificate to get, very technical. I was taking the exam remotely while it was being proctored online with the camera on. The exam center was out of London, UK, of all places! Even though INFORMS is located in the DMV area, and focused on American organizations and universities. They "ported" into my computer with some software they had me install to track my key strokes and ensure I was not cheating. They made me scan the room with the camera to check no one was there with me. Kamal and Aymen hung out in Aymen's room while I took the exam. Again, there was some weirdness and my laptop suddenly, like last time, went out even though it was charged and wired with the power cord. I panicked, I was half-way through the exam. I managed to find and call the exam center customer service number. It was evening in McLean, but in London it was the middle of the night/early morning. But they answered and I got back on track just like before. This time, however, I passed my exam and became certified. I just emailed them to renew my certification and for some reason they are dealing with me as if I were multiple people, not one. They referred to me as "them/they/their." Are they under the impression that I am "sharing" my accomplishments with you somehow? If so, how? Did you study? Did you take the exam? Are you an analytics professional? Or is that your "make-believe world", your "magical thinking disease"? I am telling you, you all need to wake up. ***You can't make this shit up. This shit is real.**** Remember Sulafa what I said about the two buckets. The first bucket is the "crazy voices, mindless sorrys, terrifying noise and cosmic screams" bucket which I know you all are hearing, if not propagating, but pretending not to when I ask you about it. Please stop. Just stop. But instead, you gaslight me and say shit like "you are not well" and "you need medication" and "you need to do therapy." Sign up for Obamacare, open enrollment is here and it's free. You should see and pay the healthcare bills I have paid since the beginning of 2022. All without any cure. Nada, zilch, nothing! Just evil, evil stuff. Then there's the other bucket of "crazy shit In Real Life (IRL)" bucket, like MTV's Real World show of yonder years. Sulafa added that it's called a reality show. This story of my certification falls in the "crazy shit in IRL" bucket. This stuff all really happened IRL and it is CRAZY with a capital "c". Attached are the email exchanges which are proof of the INFORMS organization referring to me as multiple people for you to see firsthand, and my reply to them. Because seeing is believing. Crazy story, right? Who's with me? Who is ready to wake up and stand up to this madness, this immorality, this theft? Who wants to be on the right side of history, end tranny and save humanity? Yes, it's at that level. Wake up already, Noha <image_123650291.JPG>

On Susan #It'sOn Fam, I am ready to present Crazy Story #4 The Case of the Weird Dreams. To be fair, dreams are, by definition, weird, if you are lucky enough to remember them upon waking. But, these dreams are EXTRA weird. Last night, I dreamt that I was admiring Susan's new house in London. Not a flat, not a terraced house. No, nothing like that. It was non-terraced, big, Victorian style house with crazy high, stone steps, leading up to the front door. In fact, at one point, the real estate agent, in flat, black leather boots, similar to ones I used to own for years (oversized Campers bought in Georgetown, last ones in the store, a gift from Kamal), quickly saved me by grabbing my hand and holding me steady when I almost slipped and fell from the top step. It would've been bad, so disaster averted. At the time, I was asking him about the difference between the house closing procedures in the UK vs. the US. By the way, in real life, I have participated in both house closing procedures, but in this dream I only remembered the American one for 2 Schoenemann Court, which felt like I was a "condemned man" with all signatures I was asked to make. Anyways, the agent seemed particularly pleased with that question, but rather than answer it, he called on an apprentice (I think), a black, overweight, but nice-looking woman at the bottom of the stairs, standing in the front garden. He wanted her to come over to us and answer the question, in a bid to further her knowledge. I never got the answer. Instead, we found ourselves inside the house, with Susan proudly showing us her renovations on the house. This is the bit that is super strange. First, it is nothing like Susan would ever, not in a million years, go for. The sitting room with big windows that look out to the street, is all wallpapered in the craziest colours. English spelling, of course. I remember reds, yellows and orange. It was best described as psychedelic, seventies style, decor. Then it blends in seamlessly with the kitchen which sits smack center in the middle of the sitting room, with another crazy wallpaper that clashes big time with the sitting room's wallpaper. This time the colours were blues and purples. Susan opted for a built-in sofa, but it is not a sofa. It is a series of little (and I mean miniature) wooden stools with pillows on top for sitting. More clashing colours. It looked uncomfortable, the wall doubling as a "back cushion". The sitting area faced a nook where you would expect a TV (sorry, the tele). But instead, there was a minty green cabinet, of questionable quality. Definitely old, used. Maybe an antique of oriental origins? On closer look, the cabinet door is open and it is empty inside. I think to myself, eventually she will get a tele and put it on top of the cabinet. There's enough wall space for a TV screen. At this juncture of the dream I get envious or maybe even jealous. I think to myself, how lucky Susan is to have this nice, big, standalone house to herself. The neighbors will wonder about a woman living on her own in such a house. Then, things got weirder still. My mom is suddenly there, standing next to me in the sitting room. One thing I forgot to say earlier (I am too lazy to go back and correct the story) is when I first entered the house, I was so bawled over by how nice it is, I said out loud to Susan, I am moving in. She ignored me and set her face in a foreboding expression as if to say "hell no." But somehow my family is involved in the purchase of this house. My mom and I are expecting to live there! I start planning my Mom's routine in my mind. Definitely daily walks in the neighborhood for her health, even if her age is advanced. If she was sturdy enough to fly from the US to London, why not daily walks. I look over at her standing there and I think, she's strong enough to walk. She needs to lose weight for her health. Maybe a weight loss pill will help with that. There's the problem of losing weight too quickly and the resulting sagging skin. I will have to monitor her weight loss carefully. The walking will help with that. She will be too skinny to fit her lovely clothes. My mom is quite stylish, you know. I will put them in black, plastic trash bags and save them in the trunk of the car that's parked on the street, a white, station wagon type car. I won't donate them to charity, that will upset her to lose her clothes even if they don't fit anymore. We will buy her new clothes that fit well. She will look good. Almost like a younger woman! By the way, this idea of "helping my mom lose weight to the point that she looks good, even desirable" has come up before in my daydreams and "night" dreams, many, many times. Why that's something I care about or want for my mother, is beyond my comprehension. Back to this dream. Half the house is owned by Susan because that was her contribution to the purchase of the house, half is ours, the Simsaas, split amongst the four of us sisters, Noha, Maysa, Sarah and Sulafa. When Susan dies, I, Noha, will live in the house. I will inherit it because Susan will pass her half on to me, not her big family with all her nieces and nephews. I will own the 50% Susan gave me, plus my quarter ownership from the Simsaa half. If I can get the money, I can "buy out" my three sisters and own the house fully. Then when I die, I think I imagined Sulafa is next in line to live there. Not Aymen, weirdly enough. It was a "woman thing." Only older, single women allowed. There's no Kamal, Nick or Chris. Just us women but Sarah doesn't feature for some reason. I think at that point I woke up. There were other weird dreams whose details I can't quite remember. One thing that I do remember from another dream, is Kamal and I working for the same company, maybe even Booz Allen. It's unclear whether or not we are married. That's it. Crazy story, right? Are you guys and gals ready to "wake up" yet lol. x Noha