Celebration Time..

As my favorite Freej character Um Khammas would say: “Yalla ya chabab! Barkooli Barkooli!” LOL

After many long hours, employment in the worst school known to mankind (MPS in case any of u guys might miss-guess) and a handful of disappointments, frustration, stress etc. I, El Hazard, have finally FINISHED my project.. And yes I have a big cheesy grin stuck on my face..

In other news, I finally stood up and gave a speech in Speech Comm. (Lol, awina I stood up of my own accord, HA, the teacher realized I hadn’t given any speeches and it was already the third week so he told me to get up there.) I had to speak about something meaningful to me.. a person kept coming to mind but he specifically said he wanted an object. I thought and thought and finally decided that it must be my laptop. Then we had to state reasons why the object is meaningful to us. I thought some more.. “Well, because my grandfather bought it for me.. It signifies my hard work in high school and I chat with meaningful people on it. (I nearly died when I lent it to Maria when her comp was down. She only borrowed it for a day and a night.. not sure I could go on living with out it!) I kept my finger tips pressed together so my hands wouldn’t visibly shake in front of the whole class, I shifted from foot to foot every so often to give the impression that I wasn’t nervous… To tell the truth though my speech was probably the crappiest and was probably filled with more ‘umm’ s than the whole class put together. By the end when the teacher was asking questions I didn’t feel as nervous as when I first stood so maybe that’s a good sign. I definitely feel I might do a bit better the next time I’m called inshallah. (Wishful thinking maybe…)

OOOOOOOOOh I nearly forgot, there is yet another reason for celebration… This post marks my 100th post mark. Yipeeyi Yo Kai Ya......

I really like going to school now (even if I'm all alone) but I still have an undying love for the weekends. I guess in the end my lazy side is just below the surface.

That feeling...

Haven't felt this way in a while.. irritation, depression, anger. A mixture of all three and more. Most definitely more, there's things bothering me that don't exactly fit into any of those 3 catergories. Take wanting to play tennis. Doesn't exactly fit under any of those headings - although maybe it's partly why I feel irritated.

I am glad haj is winding down (I think I have just about given myself an ulcer from worry) inshalla what remains of it will be uneventful and they'll ("she'll" but can't very well only wish for her safe return...well I can but you guys get what I mean.) return back safely. Lol Gulf News and the online Saudi papers will be happy. They were probably alarmed over the sudden increase in bandwidth being taken up by my multiple visits every few minutes since haj started.

I seriously can't believe my own stupidity! I've been trying since when to get to uni and then I get so close as to fill the application and all only to find out I need 1 short of a million stamps from multiple places back in the States. I go through the trouble of finding out what the hell I have to do to get those stamps. Lucky for me it only needed a big enough chunk of money and my school back in the States would do everything for me - I just had to send back the Diploma.

LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY! HA HA -not. I am a DAMN BAKA. Somehow I managed to totally forget about the whole thing and now it's already the 1st and the deadline to hand in all the necessary docs for the application to be accepted was the 30th (technically the 28th of Dec.). I might have been able to pull this off if I were able to get an official grant for more time (diploma procedure is going to take a month and a half from the time my school actually gets it). I guess I should just say sayanara to the idea of getting into the uni this semester as well =C

All of the above are sources of irritation but the biggest source of course orginates from the source of all things evil... if u guessed MPS kudos to u. It irritates me to the point of severe anger that those pretenders could get away with all that they have been getting away with. It's not right. If there is one thing I can't stand it's a pretender - even more so a successful pretender (successful in their pretending). Mother Supreme would be really screwed if I quit now with the exams coming up. Ha ha if she only knew what I have planned for her and the rest of the pretenders over there she'd rather all her staff walk out on her in the middle of an exam. This month we only have to go back for 2 weeks from the 7th till the 18th for exams- it's the owner's worst nightmare. The fact that he has to pay a full month's pay to the teachers and they haven't worked a full month just kills him. (Guy has an overly protective unhealthy obsession with his money. No joke.) I'd love to see the look on his face when he finds out that one of the teachers he had to pay a month's pay for only 2 weeks' work skipped out on him... priceless :: evil grin::

That aside, I've yet to get Khadija's (that teacher from hell) last name. Her last name is definitely crucial to the surprise I'm preparing them (any of you who know me well know my 'surprises' are always well tailored to the recipient ::very evil grin:::.) I think I could handle that place for 2 weeks more..

On another note, I almost have enough funds for my project. Sheesh this project better come out good and worthy of the headache it's been giving me!

I need sleep so I'll shut up for now...

HS - Where bad habits are born!

Today - no actually this whole MONTH has been the worst I've had since finishing High School... The absolute worst - made a hundred times worse by having to refrain from my favorite bad habit... My beloved coffee. It's bad enough I had to quit tennis. But quit tennis AND abstain from even tasting my beloved black liquid is more than I can stand! I've come to the conclusion that this is "Divine Punishment" for knowingly breaking a promise. In the end it serves me right.

I remember the time, before I started HS, when I was a normal-once-in-awhile- drinking- a -cup - of- hot-chocolate-with-a- marshmallow- in- it - teen. Other than that 'hot' drinks were so 'out' for me. I used to read about, see people on TV and watch people around me drink and 'enjoy' coffee and wonder how people could bring themselves to drink it. To me coffee in all its flavors and kinds was just pure bitter tasting sheemot. I couldn't even begin to figure out how one could be addicted to it. I don't remember exactly when (those crazy days of HS are mostly fuzzy...I can only imagine what they must have been like for the people who actually went to school for them!) but somewhere during that first year I developed a strong liking for huge mugs of coffee with creamer. All hell would break loose on the days I found no coffee in the house. Those days I had to settle for 'tea' (something else I never used to drink before, unless it was 'iced tea'). Most people need coffee to stay awake - El Hazard on the other hand, couldn't sleep most nights without it! Nearing the end of my HS days I decided to be a bit more adventurous and try other sources of caffeine to satisfy my daily cravings. On the mornings that I had no time to get coffee I'd usually down two righteous cups of tea ("karak" they call it here ;) ) an Oronamin C and if I had a few fils left (ha ha more like a dirham) I'd blow it on a diet coke. During that time I attended morning classes 5 days a week from 8 am till 12pm. With all that caffeine singing through my veins it's amazing I managed to stay awake!

With the end of HS that phase was over and El Hazard was back to her beloved coffee - only this time it had to be cappuccino! Of course some days the cappuccino was put on the backseat while other flavors were explored. Some of the most interesting and memorable cups I've had were: The Emarat Station's Bakeria Hazelnut and Vanilla flavored Cappuccinos (two seperate flavors not both in one ,lol), Eppco's Mocha Cappuccino, My Mocha Almond Cappuccino (personal invention...now watch Starbucks steal the idea...) and of course my good friend's Chahwa. I'm not allowed to spill what that was (use ur darn imagination!) but it was AMAZING - as I like to describe things I truly enjoy...

Ok enough said about the coffee - it is after all only one of the bad habits formed during the horrors of HS!

Thankfully I dropped nail-bitting in elementary...

Ridiculous....

Aside from being ridiculous it's unprofessional

It should be a simple process :

• Student busts @$$ studying
• Student takes accursed end unit exams
• Student goes all the way the heck down to the post office to mail said accursed exams
• Student returns home to study some more and take more 'accursed' exams while they wait (for a whole gosh durn month....ok so it's not the school's fault that 'the student' lives on the other side of this damn globe)
• Month comes to end and student begins pilgrimage to the P.O. every day in hopes of finding the result of honest hard work

^That ppl is 'part 1' of what should be a 'simple process', carry that out for 16 subjects (some of which had books 1, 2 and 3 - sometimes a book 4) average 8 exams each book (with the exception of Spanish, Algebra, Geometry, American Lit., Biology and Geography which had minimum 10 exams and over..wow look at that 6 of the 16 subjects! God, arent they generous?! we're looking at 100+ exams here ppl! ) Ok so 'part 1' on average is supposed to be repeated over the course of 4 years (sounds like hell, eh?), in my case it was 6 years (u must be thinking : OMGWTFBBQSAUCE ! ) So after running around like a flippin chicken with its head cut off looking for teachers for Spanish, Alge and Geo, student finally thinks they can kick back and relax (not knowing that 'part 1' obviously means there must be a 'part 2' - otherwise it wouldn't be called part 1.....Damn the world's getting smarter everyday! ) NOT... student calls retard school wondering where the heck is the diploma after 6 years of hell only to hear that they don't have the results for exam X and exam Y. Heck why don't they just go ahead and say they don't have the results for exams A thru Z as well?! Lucky for student (Praise GOD) that she had the presence of mind to save all the dumb exam forms that the dumb school writes the results on. Which brings one to a very important question... What kind of school or rather what kind of Dumb@$$es are employed in that school who don't give a flying monkey enough to just do their damn jobs properly and record the student's grades? Now instead of them just sending the diploma and student being able to skip down to a uni for 4 more years of hell (ppl never learn... the drop outs must have fun laughing their lucky heads off at us - especially the dropouts that went out there and made a name for themselves without a "Bachelors", "Masters" or "Ph.D" ...Bill Gates....Ray Kroc...Damn Disney and Estee Lauder to name a few *POP* ok ok time to wake up and smell the cappuccino of the real world we live in here......) student must now copy all forms for exams XYZ, in case the donkeys over there lose the forms not just the results this time, and mail them in. Registration for the Uni ends the third week of July (Bingo! this month...Life is GREAT =) ) more than enough time for the school of donkeys to recieve the forms (which the Dumb@$$ student hasn't even mailed yet), do whatever sheemot they have to do for the diploma (including retard formalities so it would be recognized at the end of the world) and send it back here (10 days after whenever they decide to drop it at the P.O.). Oh! Did I mention once it gets here student must then take it down to the Moe (Ministry of Education) for them to hem and haw over whether or not it's a legit doc or not only for them to then claim it needs to go back for some more sheemot. "Yo, this is like way late already can't u just pass it and get on with life?!" So in the end it's like December by the time forms, formalities and the rest of the sheemot is done and student bounces off to the uni, junk in hand, only to be met by the Where-the-heck-do-you-think-you-are-going stare of some receptionist on cloud nine after getting a wink from one of her male superiors, who can't understand why the hell someone would be trying to pass off as a 'late registration' (sheepish retard smile on student's face) in the middle of December. "*cough cough* You are like 3 months and a week over due for registration so if you please just drag your late carcass back to where ever you came from...oh and try getting a calendar and marking the third week of July in as the registration date..." (of course said in that chalba-ish professional voice they like to use when u know they are going to talk about the complete idiot that just walked in right after u leave). So in the end student is left with the only other option : PRAY !

(heck, pray like there's no tomorrow....)

El Hazard