The World is Indeed Flat

I would know, considering I fell off of the edge and returned..

Seriously feels that way. I honestly don't know why I stopped blogging. There is plenty to blog about.

It's senior year baaaaaaybeeeh!

(Random but I had to write it *hopeless*)

I have mixed feelings about that. Graduation needs to happen. Since my last post, I've moved to the dorms and have been commuting back and forth between Qatar (where my folks moved) and UAE.

Dorm life has been different, nothing like what I imagined it would be. It has its ups and downs but in the end its just like any other roller coaster ride, you just have to sit back and enjoy cuz when all is said and done and you find yourself back home you can be sure you'll miss it like hell.

Senior year seemed so far away till it finally came around, now it seems to have come from no where and it's got me thinking. Thinking the notorious senior question "What comes next?"

Normally a senior ought to be thinking of where they want to work, we have to choose a company to intern at this month. I want to intern here in UAE, not sure which emirate if I did. The option is open to intern in a company in Qatar. There are plus sides to both and while the decision is unimportant enough to flip a coin on, I think I might go with listing the pros and cons and pretend I'm one of those super responsible folk who actually put deep thought into things like that.

I'm bored. God damn the thieving pig who stole my PS2, all its games AND the memory card (may they be triple damned just for that).

I'll be blogging more from today.

|| Dont hold your breath on that.||

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder...

Outside of UoS ((Meshy alhal)).. Inside of UoS "hal" doesn't "meshy" at all. On the contrary it is quite constipated. Indeed I wonder if ole chancellor Sam still possesses the reins of UoS or is it that good ole UoS has poor Sam by the reins. Pause.

So after a few semesters, one can actually get used to making pilgrimage to the once "forbidden wing" of the sprawling UoS campus. So, hal is meshying all is well and good in the world then *bam* 4 month summer holis and UoS flings its doors open once again to welcome back returning zombies and new-blood-soon-to-be-zombies. Quite the welcome indeed. While we were all off chilling in various corners (and some out the country corners) UoS was having a free fall all dig party. Internal uni roads suddenly looked like Sharjah in its digging hey-day; complete with detour cones, red and white detour ropes and of course huge no HUGE sand mountains.

Parking was bad before, enter new fall semester with the usual staggering numbers of new bloods - and it seems each one of them was given a set of wheels (no matter how beat down those wheels may have been... I did see someone come in a Ferarri today) to bring along to uni. Get there anytime after 8 -heck probably from 7:30, and you'll find yourself contemplating parking in AUS, since parking in any place other than a designated white lined parking spot at UoS will get your car tire-locked by the ever dutiful security chaps.

There was this huge empty area behind the new library UoS has erected. They had torn up all the grass and looked like they were measuring it out for something. They didn't dig down to put in foundations and building stuff so I thought it was safe to rejoice. They were actually going to skip the stupid process they have of turning big area into huge unnecessary lavish landscaping - don't get me wrong, I love an awesome landscape but at some point acres and acres of it gets to be a bit much and hey why put up 5 date trees while suffering parking shortage when one could just put up 2 trees and more parking spaces...

My rejoicing was short lived. Their measuring ended and they started planting fresh gorgeous looking date trees. 1, 2, 3, 4,...9.. 15 O_o WTF. UoS, 3n Jad?! We need parking spots not a flipping date tree forest! Over the next few days I noticed they were carefully measuring spaces between the trees and that the trees didn't actually in fact cover the whole area. "Great!" I thought. There's hope for this place yet... or so I thought. I imagined I saw the part were cars would drive in cuz like there was a break in the trees surrounding the perimeter, but I also noticed they hadn't removed the curb from the side walk so like cars could drive there. Everyday I passed thinking they'll get to it. A shipment of huge decorative ground tiles came in. I figured maybe they'll use those for the edges or something. Ha, after a few days they started putting those down. :: Palm to face :: .. It dawned on me that they were doing some sort of memorial-ish looking area. I got a BB msg mentioning a rumor that they were constructing valet parking. I laughed, and laughed, paused and laughed again. I figured it was an insanely ludicrous rumor and nothing more.

A month later, much wiser. Should have known better. UoS committee of campus beautification (ultra ultra top secret committee that few know exist ::checks over shoulder for sniper:: ) voted against making uni student life one less hassle free- by building a multi-story car park and instead gave the ok to valet parking.. pause. pause. pause. pause.pause. UoS is a university by the way. As a matter of fact, UoS stands for University of Sharjah.

I'm not quite sure but mall, hotel and other places of rest & relaxation/entertainment are all short words. Can one really mistake a huge long word like u-n-i-v-e-r-s-i-t-y for something like m-a-l-l? I didn't really think so.. Last I checked universities didn't have "valet parking". I'm starting to wonder if maybe we'll get a cinema with gold class and maybe an indoor ski ramp or a water park next semester. Lord knows they'll need a 'project' to work on once the library and memorial /valet parking area are complete..

It's kind of weird but I've suddenly realized, while looking at UoS's facebook page, that I do indeed still love UoS. Despite its many quirks (and jerks - Allah ygharbl ibleesk ya wld alshgra Doc J). No harm no foul right? Guess we'll all graduate stronger people ;)

OMG

Our spring break officially starts today. I swear I have no idea what I'm going to do with all this break time ^^ - well besides sleep like a dead dog =P

I feel genuinely happy =D

UOS - The Low Cost AUS

I had an interesting day today. Interesting days are rare. Partly the reason I've come to love Thursdays. They're just so full of random spontaneous events and occurrences.

I got to my beloved university early today though hot Dr. J (another post for another time) canceled all Thursday sessions until later on in the semester when we have to do presentations. I had some time to kill so I kinda bummed around in the car till my Global Marketing class at 2. So anyways, I'm not sure if I mentioned it here before but UoS had started "co-eding" some of its colleges (at first claiming financial crisis was the reason - ha I bet if this was during the time of petrol/gas prices being raised they'd blame that also.) though it was pretty obvious that was a well crafted false-hood when they added the college of business to the co-eding agenda. So yeah, in UoS's version of "co-ed" the girls are required to make pilgrimage to the guys' campus and sit in classrooms amongst fellow male mates with a wooden joke of a partition (seriously it was a JOKE it stood like barely elbow high and when one stands up the guys are right there.) and 2 entrance classrooms with signs on each entrance designating which is for the guys and which is for the girls. (I don't think anyone bothers reading them cuz we all enter from whichever door is closest regardless of what it's labeled). I remember telling my classmate the first time I saw the partition that it wasn't going to last and by the next semester we'd be sitting in the guys' laps and all would be right in the world.

How ((almost)) right I was (only off by timing). When we walked into the classroom for GM (which is on the guys' campus) the partition was goner than gone. Took a moment to figure out what was different in the classroom. I couldn't help but laugh. My classmate who walked in after me gasped and gasped then gasped again. She was fuming, raging, boiling. She kept going on about how could they do that. How could they take down The Great Wall. I told her she shouldn't be surprised considering it was only just last semester I told her they were going to tear it down and have us lapping up. Seriously, she ought to save her gasping for the co-ed mixer parties, complete with spiked punch, we'll soon be having. Then they'll make the dorms co-ed. YAYs~!

It's amusing and sad at the same time but hey its not MY personal uni so why should I give a damn if 'Chancellor Sam' leads the once reputable institution down the toilet just to prove that he, like Obama, can and has brought about 'change'. In the end (though it actually has already started and is in full motion, case in point being the group of like 10 freshies that sat around a table in the cafeteria and egged a girl on as she danced on top of said table shakira style - and yes there were male professors passing around and we have male food servers in some of the outlets) anyone with any bit of class or self respect is going to either a) send their offspring to the REAL AUS or b) send them abroad where there are real segregated unis that aren't trying to compromise their original purposes and bullshit everyone into thinking they need to co-ed.

I mean don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with co-ed unis IMHO. The problem is when an institution that was built with one purpose and is chosen by most for that purpose (like segregation) goes and decides just like that, that they need to 'modernize'. There is nothing backward about segregation of the sexes. Just look at the countless segregated colleges and universities around the world. I can think of 3 off the top of my head. Bresica (canada), another one that I forgot the name of in Australia and another in Columbia SC (USA). Their chancellors, even though they aren't even muslim, aren't running around trying to 'modernize' them by co-eding (which if you think about it is BS, cuz to modernize is to update outdated facilities or bring in new majors that may not have been previously offered in the region). People want co-ed, there are other institutions for that. Same here. People want co-ed there is no shortage of co-ed unis here. It wasn't a necessity to make UoS a co-ed institution. But like I said, it's not my uni to decide what goes and what doesn't, though, it will be amusing to see how Chancellor Sam will cover his ass when his great modernization move back fires and UoS loses what remains of its dwindling reputation.

I Love Thursdays, they are just so random ~

Like You Mean It

So the first week of summer course has gone by. Aside from the frequent cluster headaches I've been getting and the fact that the class is a whole hour AND 40 mins long.. math classes have actually been quite interesting. The class is totally on the guy's campus (which is freakin awkward and just plain weird) and we, of course, have guys in the class. A very half-assed partition separates the sexes (I so need to snap a shot for you guys's viewing pleasure!) which is like the joke of the whole school. There are uniformed guards all over - I imagine to 'keep the peace' haha. Right. I wonder how they would describe the status of UoS now? ... "Controlled Co-ed".

Anyways, like I was saying, the classes have been interesting to say the least. We got a guy professor this time around. I know we aren't supposed to be sexist when it comes to math teachers and all but its becoming quite apparent that they are the better teachers in regards to math anyways. The guy teacher at the institute I was going to in Dubai for tutoring sessions was like a mathematical Einstein. When he explained, I understood. When things were difficult, he spoke ENGLISH. Our professor for this semester speaks English as well. Not that any of my other professors or tutors spoke/taught in other languages but they may as well have been for all I understood from them. It was frustrating really.

I think this may also be the first time I was actually present for the first math chapter. I don 't remember studying about the basics of the straight line the previous times. Despite only having spent a week with this new professor, I think I like him. He's got a really short volatile temper. Reminds me of Tony Soprano's temper. It doesnt help much that he kinda slurs words together like Soprano as well. The first day (Monday) he was going through the course syllabus and introduction (in English) like a normal professor and then suddenly he starts yelling all this angry arabic. It took me a minute to register that that was definitely not part of the lecture. I look up from the syllabus hand-out to see him waving around a small black thing. Turned out to be someone's mobile. Apparently while he was going thru the syllabus one of the boys was getting in quality talk time on his phone. It was pretty funny. But just as quickly as he was set off he had calmed down and was smiling again. Lol. Tuesday the lecture went by with out a hitch. Wednesday we had a quiz. We knew we were having a quiz that day. So everyone went in and sat down and we were like waiting for him to pass out the quiz papers. Instead he surprised us all and told us to get out our own sheets of paper, write our names and IDs on them and then copy the quiz question he was going to write on the board. I was thinking Oh Wow we are all sitting next to each other (like usually they make us sit at alternate desks and stuff) so just before we start his angry alter ego "Mr. Soprano" (fitting name) comes out and threatens that if we attempt in any way...even if he so much as 'thinks' we are attempting, we'd get a zero. Then he adds that with him there are 'two' zeros - a red zero and a yellow zero... I imagine it must be something along the lines of Soccer (football to the rest of u guys ;P) with their red and yellow cards lol. So he wraps up with 'You all be careful.' I almost felt sorry for the girl beside me cuz even if she wanted to cheat, i'd be like the last person she'd wanna cheat from! When I saw the question my brain immediately froze. Like what the hell? I knew that I knew how to solve it and it was a relatively easy problem but I was having trouble remembering how to go about doing that. In the end though, I put down pretty much all of the correct answer except for the last part of the equation. I guess I'll see on Sunday how much leaving out parts of equations cost in marks.. After the quiz we carried on with the lesson as usual. Like half hour before the end of class the teacher makes this swift movement on the boys' side of the partition and next thing he slams a familiar black device on his desk. He's glaring angerily at the boys' side but says nothing surprisingly. Instead he turns back to the board and starts writing again. Once he finished writing, he opens his mouth to speak and I imagined he'd be explaining what he had just written - and maybe thats what he had originally wanted to do but the object on his desk caught his eye and set him off. Haha. There was no stopping him. He went on and on about how rude and wrong it is for someone to be using their phone while in a lecture. And the retarded guy he took the phone from was arguing his case saying he wasnt doing anything like texting. He claimed he was just receiving. Oh the professor loved that. His face got all red and his eyes turned mini-saucers and he looked like he was ready to drag the kid out by his ear and drag him all the way to that great and mighty (cough cough) chancellor of ours. And like everytime he seemed like he was winding down to continue the guy argued some more. A couple of girls grinned. A few giggled. I tried my best not to laugh, smile grin or look amused but in all honesty it was hilarious. And what's more, it was the same boy from the first lesson with the phone. Some ppl just dont learn, sadly. I guess its a good thing though, it makes the hour and 40 mins a little less mundane. ;)

This summer promises to be very busy, aside from summer course. I registered for art & calligraphy classes. I'm going to finally learn to swim (though I still very much hate that sport). I'm also going to try and finish my new novel -which entails learning welsh and perhaps gaelic or latin. Should be fun I hope. Oh, and I got an invitation letter from this cadet pilot programme I registered for. I had signed on ever since last year, I was really depressed and needed a change of routine so that was like the most random spontaneous thing I could do. I'm not as interested in it any more but since I have the invitation letter I may as well go on for the assessment test and see how far I get. They say its 6 aptitude tests that you have to take in 4hours and based on ur performance on them you get to move to the next round/part of assessment which is held on a different day. It'll be interesting at least - I wonder if I'll be the only female there...

I need to go put some honest hours into my neglected novel - and most probably play sims 2 ;)

Laters ^^

Of Preludes and Queries

I wonder if it's just me, or do any other writers find writing the perfect query letter to potential agents/editors to be harder than actually writing the novel itself. It's understandable why they would want that letter, but they shouldnt be so nitpicky about it. They ought to come up with one unified standard query form which would leave writers to just fill in the blanks. If they like what they see then they could proceed with requesting pages/chapters or whatever. It would make life alot easier for all of us (them included since they are always complaining about not getting properly written queries).

Spring break is a good thing - VERY good thing. I had wanted to go to Kuwait this break, but it seems none of the little brothers (that I'd feel like holidaying for a week with) are off from school. Sux for me, I guess I'll have to be content to study, tackle that query letter and find something to keep me reasonably amused this week.

Lately my alter ego has been demanding a facebook account. I'm weighing the pros/cons of obliging such a request..

I guess I should go work on my first couple of query drafts. I hope you guys have a great weekend =)

Back with the Tide

In reference to this post, I am more than pleased to say I have finally recalled my university password. I guess it wasn't really important but just knowing that I didn't know the password anymore was killing me.

I really hate mornings. I went to bed all early last night - didn't even get to watch a couple of eps of Grey's Anatomy - woke up at 5 then 7 then 7:30 and decided I could sleep a little more till 8. I woke up again at 8:10. Got dressed and ready for this bloody interview out in ajman free zone (which after driving clear out past Ajman City Center I realize the free zone is in the opposite direction, I was pretty pissed - waste of gas.). I would have been on time had I not gotten lost. On top of that the only copy I had of my CV was one that was old - the info was updated and all but I must have printed this out months back. It was folded with crease lines in it and I had two phone numbers written on back. Not very professional looking but hey would it be worse than showing up without a CV at all? Hell no, I reasoned. Apparently the blue blazer-ed, gold colored button, greased-up Frankenstein wannabe wasn't impressed. He went on a b!tch rant about professionalism and crap in his holier-than-thou tone. He said he'd give me the chance to bring in a "proper-looking" CV but honestly I doubt it'd be worth it. For one I can't work with Frankenstein, I learnt from MPS that I have a serious problem with over-authoritive picky arses. No matter how polite I try to be with them my disdain for them show up in the form of unconscious sarcasm. Secondly its one of those damned jobs that you have to produce your own contacts. So not my thing, and on top of it all, the guy was only willing to barely pay pocket change. Screw him and his retarded free zone company.

The job I really wanted in customer service seems to be still open though, Lord be Praised. I got through to the consultancy place this morning. They had some problem on their side and someone was supposed to call me but didn't get around to it or forgot or whatever so the guy who answered me today said they'd probably call me tomorrow (hopefully) since they only answer phones today.

I'm SO tired, I feel like I could do a Rip Van Winkle and still need more sleep!

(Note to a certain person =P : my posts these days are pretty short but at least they're more frequent ;) Frequency trumps length ^_^ )

Gone With the Wind

I must be getting old. That can be the only explanation for my profound forgetfulness, which I realize has reached new heights. True I hadn't logged into my university blackboard/email since the end of the spring semester BUT still that shouldn't have been long enough to cause me to FORGET a password I would type in no less than 4 or 5 times a day -sometimes more if I used the university network and the password prompt would pop up every few minutes. This has never EVER happened to me before, I remember all my passwords as well as many of mother's (she usually would tell me hers cuz she was the forgetful one when it came to passwords.) Crap, that's why they should enable us to change the retarded meaningless number passwords they give us to something we'd at least remember. How damning it feels to only remember the first 3 digits of a 6 digit password. I wonder if they'd give me a replacement if I went down to uni or would it be a major procedure....

Ah well, I suppose it's a good thing I've kept the paper with the pin code for my bank card (come to think of it I don't think I recall the number for that either...).

Hmm, I had alot to say when I opened blogger.com but now it seems my mind has drawn yet another blank. I suppose I'll go off and send a couple of emails and then watch the first ep of Grey's Anatomy.

Save Me from Stupidity

I almost decided something very stupid today...very very stupid indeed. It started with the innocent reading of Gulf News. There was an article about Abu Dhabi University, they apparently just finished the auditorium of the new campus they recently built. The thing that caught my eye was the location of their new campus - Khalifa City. I was curious now. The place the family lives in is in Khalifa City but I've never seen a uni campus out here aside from the Women's HCT (it's down the block). So I went to the AD Uni site to see which part of Khalifa City it was in cuz there are two sections right beside each other, Khalifa A and Khalifa B. Their uni site was pretty impressive and I found myself giving it a good look over. I gotta hand it to them, they have some really good looking courses. I suppose nothing much different from UoS but something about what I was seeing was attracting me. Turns out after all my browsing of their site that they are right next door in Khalifa B. I tried imagining what things would be like if I just gave in and transferred to ADU. I reasoned that yes I would still have a car and could go to tennis here in AD and still manage to sneak off to Sharjah twice a week for tennis and possibly a third time to see my friends. It'd be a really easy life and I suppose there'd be a degree of peace in this eff-ed up family I live in. Then what? Then what I asked myself... I get settled in ADU start making friends, focus on getting better grades and then as it has been done time and time again the folks will up and decide to end their illicit affair with AD and decide it's time to move off to Fujairah, RAK or hell even Oman cuz what the hell it's bloody fun picking up on spur of the moment or pure stupid whim and moving way the hell out where u'd have to start over from scratch.

I said it before and I'll say it again, I'm tired of moving around and this insanity isn't going to stop unless those of us who despise it make it stop. Fighting what they want is certainly going to take alot but I'm willing to fight for what I want rather than have it forcefully taken from me.

My step brother came back from his prolonged stay in the states. He was staying with the uncle which I suppose did him some good. He came back a bit educated- surprisingly. He showed me this essay he wrote. Pretty impressive that piece was. I really couldn't believe it was coming from anyone associated with this family. I guess that just proves that if you go far enough the curse can't follow you. Anyways in his essay he wrote about working hard in life and using ur education and knowledge to better yourself and to attain the things you want in life. He mentioned something about staying focused on what you want and that if it's really what you want you have to work hard and stay concentrated with that focus until you get what it is you want. Although his essay was riddled with bad grammar and horrible sentence structure, his purpose and the message he was trying to convey was there and raw. I'll admit I felt a bit moved by it.

After I finished reading his essay I told him I wanted to call H and read it to her. She'd be happy for him. He asked about her (since he wasn't here when she left) and when I told him the reason she left he understood. He surprisingly asked how come I didn't go as well. I told him my method of dealing with the family will be different. The funny thing about my folks is they always believed my older sis was one to fear (as in would do something outrageous) and after H grew up they began to fear her in the same way, though none of them expected she'd pull off what she did. With me I'm usually quiet about things, except last summer when I stepped into one of their fights with H and got a little too heated, and the fuss I had made when we first moved to UAE. Other than that I'm a harmless creature, the little dog that barks when the stranger is far but when u get up close it cowers away. I suppose my stepbrother must have seen something at that moment. He started to tell me he was going to buy me a gift cuz he didn't have time to do it before he left, afraid he might be lumped in with the rest of the family when they get what is coming to them. I told him not to worry though, I'd remember him after I extricated myself from this corrupt bunch. He seemed relieved. He really seems like a changed "young man".

I LOVE UoS!

How much I missed it here. I'm in Sharjah for now and the first place I decided to go was my beloved uni. Not sure which home exactly it is but between Uni and the Club they both fall in the 1st and 2nd home categories. Ha, I'm beginning to believe that any place the family isn't in is home, and you know something.. I think I just might go with that. I only feel truly at peace when I know I am in a place where they are no where around.

Actually Sharjah feels pretty lonely these days. Hardly anyone is around (I mean aside from random folk). I still miss being here though. It wouldn't be a crime to entertain myself alone in the absence of the interesting ppl that are missing. Mother decided to extend her stay. She believes that somehow H might change her mind and come back with her... Maybe if hell were to freeze over, or a thousand years passed or if I suddenly became a billionairess over night (working on that =P) but at any rate I suppose she'll have to find that out for herself the hard way since she wants to pretend to be clueless to H's hints.

I almost wish I were taking summer courses. Ha, I probably should have enrolled. I guess though I have been using my time kinda wisely up in the prison. I've been plagued by new book ideas. I had one for a children's book while in the shower (Don't ask...I am in no control over where a new idea pops up at). I got out and wrote it up within 24hours. I found an illustrator for it as well though I'm not sure if it's the one I'll go with. I like her work but she might be too pricy. As for other projects I had an idea for a fantasy book and a skate-lit. Both I started but decided to put them on hold cuz they are about royalty and I wanted something from a different vein (Princess of Arabia is about royalty). Hehe my lips are sealed as far as the two current projects I'm working on. If I can keep to schedule they should be done sometime in July... I am horrible with schedules ;) So I guess they'll be done when they get done.

I told one of my classmates I'd meet her at 12 and it's already 11:58 so I guess I better get my arse moving....

Just Another Day

An amazing thing happened today. Totally unexpected and to this moment I am still shocked... I had been worried about this argument essay I had to write for Academic English class. The teacher is a real hard nose. Rarely - heck what am I saying, NEVER is she satisfied with what we write and if it's over the word limit..ha ha HA. That's all I'm going to say about that. As for today though, I had the shock of my life when she handed my paper back and I saw she had written "Excellent Work!!" on it. Not only had she READ it, even though it was way over the word limit, but she also "liked" it. I had to blink a few times make sure I wasn't dreaming (last night I woke up like 4 times during the night cuz I smelt some fanatastic vanilla pudding...turned out I had been dreaming about it and there wasn't actually any pudding =( ) I read it fast, I read it slow, I read it carefully and yes it still said "Excellent Work!!" exclamation marks and all. How pleased I was.

Everything comes to an end though.. and that pleasure lasted for the duration of 3 hours till my HTML lab started and I saw the new additions to my group. These two that got paired with us (there were actually 3 of them but the third has been AWOL since the first day she was introduced as my new partner) are out of their bloody minds! They honestly think that we are going to do our HTML project on "Ethics"... seriously, the teacher gave us the choice of a free topic and she wants something entertaining. There's no way in hell we could present 'ethics' in an entertaining way. The self-proclaimed leader of our group decided on the topic (even after we gave her very interesting topic ideas; Wedding Traditions from around the world, Culture, Resturants....) she went as far as to collect websites about all types of ethics (email, net, business religious...u name it she had it) then she got to drawing the site design. Dear God. I had a splitting level 10 headache and this girl just would not shut up. I told her look it's the weekend have mercy but she kept on. I turned to my computer screen, pouted and tried silently waiting her out. I happened to glance over at the design that she was drawing and suddenly I could not control myself and the devil set in. I laughed my bloody head off (though it hurt like hell) and asked why on God's green earth did our site design look like a freakin pepperoni pizza??? Honest to God, she drew a big circle with a bunch of smaller circles inside (I guess it didn't help that I was starving anyway). I know that was seriously mean to laugh and I think she was pretty offended cuz she didn't talk to us (me and my partner) at all since that day but that was beyond my control.

Today, our teacher was showing us some of the previous projects and some of the ones that won best done, creativity etc. awards. One was a Make-up site (the teacher loved that one so much and has been mentioning it here and there all semester) another was a site done by the boys, it was a sort of digital shopping thing done with flash. You actually walk through this mall and can put clothes, accessories and things u see into the cart. Then in the end if u want u can have some one model it on screen. Like this guy comes and you click something and it shows him wearing items from ur cart (I guess sorta like checking which items go good together). At any rate, they did a really good job and in the end, some business guy from AD found out about it and purchased the site and idea from them. Not that I care so much about someone buying or not buying out site cuz I'm not aiming to make one for sale, I just want to make something really nice and interesting and in the end have a finished product I could be proud of (I am so still hurting from the crappy group presentation from last semester..). I looked at my original partner (I'll call her "A" from now on) and just mouthed "Ethics??" Her answer, "Madree Wallah..." BUT this time she actually had some what of an opinion to add to her infamous Madree phrase. She agreed that ethics would be hella boring and that we are running out of time.. both painfully obvious but I was happy to finally be hearing some sort of opinion out of her. Thankfully I have a great friend who usually has great solutions to my rather petty problems. (The hugest gufta sweat dripped off my face today when I realized that I should have gotten the answer before since it was pretty obvious..haha they'll probably be there in that small ZU cafe area trying to mop up the gufta puddle I left.) Talking to her made me realize that if the topic is so obviously boring choose a different one.. and though she didn't out right say just force a better topic on the group, it was pretty much implied :: evil grin:: (They can thank me for it later should it be successful and the rest of the class is drooling over our project). Thanx BW for listening to my chatter tonight and it was definitely nice hearing ur voice during my boredom =)

I guess I best get to work if I want them to accept this new project topic...

Stand Still, Look Pretty

Maybe it's something someone said or did, or maybe it's the fact that my sister is kickin' it in AD for a full week and that means I actually have a life other than being her God-given-Chauffeur, or in the end it might just be a blessing that I should be grateful to Allah for (in any case I'm grateful for this cuz it's all utimately from Him anywayz). Whatever it is I've been feeling pretty much at peace for the past few days - light even. No noise in my head, no feelings of being stretched in every direction at once... I feel like I no longer need to understand "Why?" for anything anymore. True, I haven't changed my opinion that yes "life is a b!tch" but now I feel like as much as a person goes against it they'll only tire themselves for nothing, so in the end it's enough to know what life is and go on through it as best you can, preferably being a bit closer to "holy" so as not to have to spend the next lifetime in an "eternal mother of all B!tches".

In Academic English class we were assigned to write an argumentative essay. We had to submit 3 topics to the teacher and then she'd choose the topic that interested her the most, then we'd have to write it. Of my 3 topics she liked the one about removing math from the required courses in universities (for the majors that don't actually need it). I've been enjoying writing it. I made sure to make it very discriptive and all (turned out to be a whopping monster over 550 words and she only wants between 350 and 400 - means I'll have some downsizing to do before I can submit it next week). Surprisingly though, I find my opinion shifting. I was sitting in class yesterday and suddenly felt that yes, math is important to uni students and yes it has everything to do with MIS - But no, I still hate it despite those feelings. I hate it with every fiber of my being, but for the sake of being able to 'choose' the major I want to study and not the major 'choosing' me based on it's math content, I am willing to keep trying with math no matter how many semesters I have to drop it before finally succeeding (Pray I pass it next time around).

Bloody hell, my stomach is singing it's own off key tune - possibly trying to hint that it's hungry. I so feel like pizza! Papa Johns w/ bread sticks! I really love UoS - no exaggerations there, but it could certainly stand for a few improvements. Namely getting us a Papa Johns (ha), Proper un-restricted net (so Torrent sites could at least be accessible), possibly stop trying to turn our campus into the next over-night Dubai (new landmark buildings are constantly sprouting up on campus and it is seriously going to over-crowd if they don't curb their constructive obsessions.) Bring lounge rooms with sofa beds! (Ha ha HA.. yeah I'm totally dreaming, but hey if they bring the beds I'll at least be able to continue my dreams IN them ;P ) and lastly I wish for more western, or at least more interesting, professors (the current ones with a few exceptions are serious bore-fests).

I seriously don't think I can take the wait, I must hunt down my new found love, "Criminal Minds" and at all costs secure all three seasons (and then proceed to watch them in one mega marathon till I either drop from negligence of basic human needs - food, sleep or general rest - or finish out all three seasons in record breaking time.)

I make my departure leaving a clip for you all... THE HUNGER!!!!!

1 + 1 = -20

The pic is ironically true, least when math is involved. My lab partner (also MIS major) said she finished with accounting I & II and also took Business Math. She doesn't seem to be the study-holic type and I don't think she is. So I asked her how did she find them. She told me BM wasn't so difficult, but it wasn't easy either. I asked what her final grade in it was and she said she got C. I think "Wow" might have actually escaped my lips. I mean for me I don't even like to get B's much less a C but I'd be plenty happy if I managed to get even a D in it (C in the case of math would be totally great). I still feel pretty badly about the first midterm and call me crazy, but, I am thinking that if I do actually pass this semester (Inshalla I really hope I do, I want to take Business Programming in the summer but BM is a prerequisite for it unfortunately) I'd repeat it the next semester or after so I could have a chance at getting an A or *cough cough* at very least a B if it just isn't my destiny to get an A. My partner told me accounting was "very ok" though and that the professor was a really nice guy and all. The way she painted it was a bit reassuring though I can't say I'm actually looking forward to it. Why the heck does MIS have to contain so much math and math-related subjects??? Couldn't they just split it into two streams, like have MIS: math and MIS: non-math... I should just shut my mouth and "shid 7eeli" as I've been told to do.

The week before last I suddenly woke up one morning and felt the crappiest I'd felt in a long time. I'd get really depressed last year and even though I knew the reasons for my moods or partly what was causing them I haven't had it that bad in awhile and thought maybe it was something that just went away. Back then when it used to happen I'd feel like I was losing interest in things and couldn't handle being around most people. This time it was that and more, 10 fold. I didn't wanna see or talk to anyone and I was starting to hate them all, including ppl who are my friends. I was dangerously close to quitting uni, seriously, the place I've dreamed about for years and just like that would have quit. In the end I decided I'd just quit math, I was sure it was partly the cause for the way I was feeling anyway. I should thank my former class rival for not quitting in the end - her AND believe or not one of my tennis teammates who had been one of my least favorites (Coach really is a ________ - fill in the blank, but for the past few months she's been throwing me and that mate together on the same side of the court and inevitably we've been doing a bit of "bonding". Turns out she's actually pretty fun to be paired with and if I had any doubts of burying the hachet, they've been expelled now.). After all of that I went and found a math article and read it. Was interesting and made me feel a little motivated after I did some of the things that were suggested in it but now that I think about it 90% of it was crock-sheemot. It stressed that ppl who are good at math and love it aren't born good in math and it's not about having a brain that is predisposed to math and the ability to understand it. I believe that to be grossly untrue - unless of course I'm just uncommonly stupid when it comes to math - I'll leave that verdict for after I complete all my math requirements for MIS.

Enough talk about math. I think I may have finally found out what it is I need to do to finally be able to beat my original tennis rival again. Somewhere I picked up returning with really sick air or rather in tennis-speak "lobbing". It didn't bother me at first but now it drives me crazy when I go to return and the ball goes really high giving the receiver plenty of time to get comfortably in position and send back a perfect return. BW called me out to play last night. I was still feeling moody when she had asked but said yes - I mean seriously being a person that really hates sunlight, even in that mood it would have been impossible to refuse an offer to play tennis at such a perfect time like 7 (after dark). I'm glad she offered and I'm glad I accepted cuz it was fun and put the last of that mood behind me. Plus, I got two great things yesterday, a new shot (still needs practice) and I think I've figured out how to "lower" my returns - by holding the racket and hitting the ball similar to how I held and hit in baseball. It was working but needs practice. I also figured out what my underspin return needs to be unreachable.. of course that also needs practice. Gosh, it's so much more fun to go to tennis outside of the team practice. Team practice has become dead boring with nothing more than the coach barking orders and being a pain in the ass.

How tired am I! I think I am going to get a sleeping bag. Ha, with an inflatable pillow. That would solve the problems of this bed-less uni - for me anyways, lol. I'm sure by next semester it would have spread like wild fire and then everyone will be getting sleeping bags. Then the fashion war would break out, cuz after everyone has it's just too boring and someone has to go fan the fire. Bedlum would ensue with girls going to great lengths to out do each other with SBs being brought with outragous designs, by name brand designers, from every exotic corner in the world u name it and they'll go for it and at the bottom of all the craze will be me with my original cheap Carrefore (most likely, lol) SB sitting back and laughing like the devil I am at having started such a fad-war at uni. ::YAWNS:: In the end I'm still tired despite the lively image I've just painted.

I have class in a few minutes, so I should probably put my beloved Lt away, splash some water and hope I don't snore in his class.

How Far?

"How far can I go without turning back..?" It was the question Yuta Takemoto often asked himself during the series. It's a question I find myself pondering at this hour of the night.

There's no question as to what I want anymore, I love UoS, and yes I am fully aware of the fact that they have limited choices in regards to majors offered and the registration office and processes/procedures can be hectic and irritating little pains in the ass but despite that I still love the place and it's where I want to be right now - putting aside talk of Canada. Last summer I started feeling irritated and doubtful about my major, English, it was never something I had in mind to study and it was just a spur of the moment choice at the time the university application was placed in front of me. When I was 13 I had made up my mind that I had wanted to study Computer Science. As I got older that aspiration matured into wanting to study IT. That was my dream. I love computers and everything that pertains to them so that sounded like the most amazing thing. Somewhere down the road though, I got hooked on and obsessed with Psychology. It completely captured my heart and desires. Forgotten was IT, replaced by this new intriguing prospect. Sure it wouldn't have been as flashy or sophisticated sounding as a career in IT but hey Psychology would help me understand why the world is going to hell and ppl seem to be ok with that. While I was taking my sweet time finishing HS I began to realize that Psychology isn't exactly a major that is offered here - least not in the universities I wanted to go to and if the university had it, it was only as a minor and not major. I wasn't sure what I was going to do then but I knew I definitely wasn't doing a distance degree (online university). I contemplated the idea of going to Canada but truth is I really love UAE and feel a sorta "homesickness" when I leave (when I visited my sister in Kuwait for only 2 weeks I could think of nothing more than how much I missed my cat, Jassim, and UAE). Then one summer, BW gave me an anime to watch. She said it was interesting and from what she described of it, it sounded as such. It was the same Honey & Clover I mentioned at the beginning of this post. If you didn't follow the link and you haven't seen it before, it was about some students in an art university. I found the student who was majoring in Interior Design to be very interesting. I was drooling over his internship at an Interior Design company and from that point on I decided since Interior Design is a major that is readily available in almost all the universities here that was what I'd go for.

I'm not going to get into why I chose UoS but it was a major turn off to learn that the Fine Arts College there is Co-ed so I knew I certainly wasn't going to do Interior Design there. I had already made up my mind though that I was going to study in UoS so now it was only to decide what to study. UoS certainly didn't have Psychology nor did it have my first love, IT, as majors. What I saw when I opened the uni catalog to make my final decision was Computer Science. The study plan played a major role in the major I finally settled on, which was English - reason being it was the only major in the whole book that didn't require a single math course. Of course with a prospect like that I dived in head first without a moment's thought. The registration lady told me I had to write down two choices, so English went as my first and Computer Science as my second choice.

So you see, English was never something I had planned to study, wasn't anywhere on my wish list. Then going through a pretty boring semester of foundation courses and then finding out we didn't get internships in the English Dept. (Heck that was one of the reasons I wanted to GO to uni rather than do a boring correspondence university degree.) I scanned the university catalog over and over last summer after my first semester. I considered Visual Media from the Communications College and then Public Administration from the Business College but both turned out to be in all arabic. I kept going back to Computer Science, but the math was really no joke. Then I had a bright idea, and thought about architectural engineer. They probably get really interesting internships and then have interesting jobs later. Again MATH. I resigned myself to the fate of English after that and promised I'd have to go study Psychology elsewhere to make up for the boring English major. (I'd come back here every holiday I got and after graduating I'd have definitely come straight back here.)

Last semester there turned out to be a shortage in classes we could take (I was late registering and there wasn't really much left to choose from) so myself and two of my classmates went searching for courses we could take as free electives from the other colleges. One of them found a course called Intro. to MIS. So we all signed up for it.

I only got to attend 2 or 3 of the classes before I was called by the registration for a "violation". The registar lady told me since I hadn't taken Intro. to IT in my first semester I'd have to take it then and I had to drop Intro. to MIS because IT was a prerequisite for the MIS course. I was really upset. Even though I had only taken 2 or 3 classes I had already fallen deeply in love with it. Everything happens for a reason though... I was looking in the uni catalog to find a replacement course for the Intro to MIS that I had to drop and I saw that MIS was a major in the Business College. Freakin' AMAZING. I was imagining how interesting that must be to have it as a Major - just imagine the internships they must get?! I went immediately to the registar and asked her if I could change my major and what were the procedures. She told me I was too late and would have to wait till the following semester. I was bummed at first, then I realized there were like 7 math courses in the study plan for MIS majors. I thought and thought about that fact. Till this sudden impulse yelled "Screw it! Face your fears" One of my classmates said something similar to that and encouraged me not to let something like math hold me back from doing something I'd enjoy. I made up my mind I was going to go for it. Then during the semester I had serious doubts and wasn't sure what I wanted anymore, and as always I have BW to thank for being the voice of reason when my reasoning is being unreasonable. By the end of the semester I was 180% sure that I wanted to go thru with changing my major to MIS and that I wasn't going to let the fact that it had math courses in it keep me from it.

I was totally psyched about it and even got the text book for the first math course I'd be required to take. All my classmates laughed at me. I tried explaining to them that I brought the book so I could at least study it from then until the following semester, this way I'd have a headstart and would at least have some clue as to what I was supposed to be doing. Of course they didn't understand that. No one understands how far down below average my mathematical skills are. Last semester I opened the book once, read 2 paragraphs, shut the book and dropped it under a pile of junk - that's how frustrated I was with how much I understood from it, which was zilch. Despite that, I changed my major anywayz - a decision, I, in no way, shape or form, regret.

I promised myself I'd study really hard and pass math and if it turned out to be really hard - well, I'd just study harder. BW offered to help me when she can and I admit I was reluctant at first to accept that offer. All the previous times I had help with math or tutors for it they'd explain and explain and explain and no matter how hard I tried to follow I could never keep up. The last thing I wanted was to have her wasting her time trying to help me with the impossible when the end result was always the same; me feeling extremely dumb and supremely frustrated. I began to wonder - and even then it wasn't so much wondering as I was sure that I wasn't "normal" when it came down to math and that maybe there was a form of dyslexia that worked in the numbers department rather than the usual literary one it beseiged.

The first math class I attended, the teacher called on me to answer something that was on the board. It was a simple single digit answer I had to give. I got it wrong (of course) and I'm guessing my answer was so far off that everyone (They all turned around to see who gave that answer) was wondering if I was truly and seriously that stupid or just trying to be funny.

Then the first night I showed BW what it was I had to study, she went over it with me and explained it all to me in the simplest of terms and as I had feared; nothing sank in. I went home, opened the book and not long afterwards, closed it. I couldn't make sense of anything.

The second time she sat with me, I was so ready to call it off and contemplated dropping the math course all together.. Ha, she must have sensed that somehow cuz the things she said that night were enough to light a fire under me and get me motivated enough to really put my everything into trying to understand math.

By the third and fourth times I was surprised to find that little things were starting to sink in. Things I had never understood before and were now beginning to make some sort of logical sense. For that I have to thank both, BW and a (former) classmate of mine who sometimes helps me in the car on our way to uni in the mornings. That improvement, though I bet it was really small, in comparison to what I should know, felt huge to me and it was more than enough to make me feel like I actually wanted to put more effort into understanding the concepts. I started spending my breaks between classes solving equations. At first more were wrong than were right but the more carefully I worked the closer to correct my answers became until I started coming up with correct answers on first tries. I started practicing solving equations before going to bed every night and then one night it was way after 2am and I was tired but felt reluctant to go to bed. It was like the reluctance to stop when you're in the middle of watching an interesting show/movie/anime or playing a vid game and are on a high level... I was ACTUALLY "enjoying" solving equations - and not just solving but ending up with the CORRECT answers for the first time in a very long time.

That was two weeks ago - or maybe 3 by now. Last week I had become so totally obsessed with practicing and solving equations that I kept the book and blank papers beside my bed and equations were the last thing I looked at before I slept and the first thing I touched in the morning. There was only one problem; I was getting the right answers and all BUT it was taking me 40+ mins for each equation. The time we are allowed for the midterms is only 50mins and there was no way in hell that the midterm would only have one question on it so I was doomed, I thought. All my hard work for abso-freakin-lutely NOTHING. Give up I had, though shameful to admit.. BW told me to practice while timing myself and my prob would be solved. I did nothing that day but solve and note times and it worked! I felt confident almost to the point of being cocky and was actually looking forward to the exam. Scoring 3/4s of whatever mark the midterm was out of would have made my semester (though I wouldn't want that for any of my other subjects - that would be an amazing score for me in math.)

Gosh, I've gone on quite a bit haven't I? I'm trying hard not to rant, but those of you who know me probably have already guessed I am really upset at the moment. Does it still count as a "rant" if you are trying to keep it under control and not just write whatever angry thoughts come to mind???

Maybe I should just stop here and go to bed, it's already after 2am and the cursed math class is at bloody 8 in the morning...

Goals

It’s been awhile since I thought I could trust myself enough to write a post without rambling or venting. Nothing has significantly changed except for the fact that I really want to reach these goals and it won’t happen if I allow that mood to control me. A good friend always tells me that the first step in achieving goals is to write them down. Until last week they were just randomly swirling in my head begging to be written down in an orderly fashion. Now that I’ve written them they don’t really seem like a lot and although they are all very different categories they are all going to require the same two things: TIME and PATIENCE..

Academic

• Pass Business Math with an A

Recreational

• Get control of my serves (tennis)
• Control of the ball – like being able to spin returns in different directions
• Control of the drop shot
• Play with my left hand

Religious

• Review what I already memorized of the Quran.
• Add two more ajza

Writing

• 4-5 new short stories
• Finish my current writing project [VERY VERY IMPORTANT]

Oh dear God, I just realized I only have like 4 months till the end of this semester. Until now I thought I still had like 5 or 6 months. I’m really going to have to get on top of the last two goals if I wanna finish by semester’s end!

Here’s a thought: After the semester is over I’m going to come back and cross off the goals I managed to accomplish Inshalla. And should I fail to accomplish something on this list I’ll do 20 rounds [outside the court] for each one. BW and my doubles partner discovered the threat of having to run rounds to be a sufficient motivational tool – I despise running the ‘cool down’ rounds at the end of tennis games but didn’t realize how much power it has to light a fire under me when used as a threat. Lol the day before yesterday I was playing with them. I didn’t realize it but I guess subconsciously I don’t give games my all if the coach isn’t involved to frown and bitch over bad performance. They must have realized that so they decided that the loser of our games would have to run 4 rounds. It didn’t really sound that bad but I liked the idea of something hanging, depending on a win or loss. The rounds were upped to 5 and were then supposed to be done outside the court as opposed to inside (Outside the court is like double for each round so if you did 3 out there it is like you did 6). Uff! I just realized something else....! The end of this semester will be in the summer and that means it’ll be HOT… 20 rounds, outside the court, in the SUMMER!!! NO WAY, I’ll definitely have to turn nights in to days ‘less I’ll find myself out there attempting to run 100+ rounds!

Alice in Wonderland

I’m glad I get off early on Tuesdays now. I don’t think I would have been able to handle any more and I’m definitely sure I would have lost it today if I had marketing and ended up missing the bus and having to stay till 5 which would mean I wouldn’t get home till 6:30.

I managed to miss my IT class this morning. I think I may have 5 absences from that class now, 7 is the limit we can miss before we aren’t allowed to sit for the final exam. Pray I don’t reach that limit, I wouldn’t be happy to have to repeat IT next semester for something so stupid.

Management class was interesting, as usual, today. The professor talked about planning and how managers rely on it to accomplish many amazing things that wouldn’t have been achieved without prior planning. He talked very highly of Alice in Wonderland and now out of curiosity I have to go read it. [la wallah, a business professor and author of management books recommending a kids’ book of course I have to know why ^_^]. I remember seeing the cartoon as a kid but I was really really young. I just remember a talking rabbit, the purple cat and of course the blonde haired Alice. I remember nothing of the plot or what it was supposed to be about. I even recall feeling bored as I watched it cuz I didn’t understand what was going on – I guess that’s how young I was lol. I found it online though at Project Gutenburg. I really love that site, it always saves me when I get the sudden urge to read something I should have read years ago like the rest of my peers (or even my kid sister!). Anywayz here’s the link.. As for management class, I’ll of course blog about it on the Course Diary Blog.

Emotionless

Less than an hour till the greatly anticipated Marketing midterm II ::sarcasm implied::... I've honestly done the best I could and if I fail after my efforts what can I say??

I was listening to a nasheed (an ancient one by nasheed standards) yesterday evening and this odd feeling captured me. I don't have the time right now to explain it but I think the closest to what I feel at the moment would best be described by the japanese word "ejanaika".

My friend is getting frantic for me to get moving and be outside the exam room door so I best get going...

6 Habits of Highly Effective Bloggers

Lol, the group that presented today and made their presentation into a mock live interview brought a book along with them. The girl who played the part of the manager flashed it briefly and gave us a quick overview of it. When she had flashed the book I caught a quick glimpse of part of the title which I read "6 Habits"..

I had heard of "7 Habits" and I had seen one called "8th Habit"... but never before had I seen "6 Habits". I couldn't see the full title from my seat so I memorized the author's name and resolved to look it up as soon as I layed hands on net.

That's exactly what I did too. Turns out the book was called "6 Habits of Highly Effective Bosses". Lol I should have known, it's a management class after all.

So anywayz when I googled the title it came up with an interesting blog with a post titled: 6 Habits of Highly Effective Bloggers. My interest was peaked so I read on. It was a really interesting post and I just thought I should share it with you guys =)

In other news; I took the much dreaded IT exam today...surprisingly it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I only had to leave one question unanswered which was : how to make a bunch of little boxes inside of an existing small box (cell rather).. I was stumped on that one =X

A Perfect Response to an Imperfect Storm

So today the management presentations began..or rather I should say "the heat was turned on under every groups' bottoms.

The first group to present calls themselves "The Tornadoes" and I'd have to concede, true to their name, they really blew us away. Their presentation was on a case study about Symantec, the anti virus company. They turned their whole presentation into a 20 minute live play. I found it hilarious, as did most of the class, when in one of the scenes they had some sort of sparkling firecrackers. They were pretending to be viruses while another girl chased them around with a spray bottle of water labelled "anti-virus". Really creative. What followed though was what we found hilarious: The girl chased the other two girls out the classroom door with the sparklers still flaring (the sparks where harmless I assume, but they still gave off smoke) the smoke reached the fire detectors outside the classroom doors and set them off (come to think of it, I wonder why the sprinkler system didn't kick in and flood us all... alhamdilla though cuz our laptops and phones would have gotten all wet!)

In the end of The Tornadoes' presentation they gave out these cute boxes of chocolate (as if to smack us all in the faces and say "HA! Top that dears!")

Cute, yeah? The next presentation was presented by the M's Group (all four girls' names in that group begin with M) and was about how a home improvement company (like home depot or Ace Hardware) handled things after being hit by Hurricane Katrina. It was also well done. They made the presentation like an interview (in the style of Oprah or David Letterman's late night show). One girl took the role of the host, and the other played the manager of the Home improvement company. They also handed out chocolate (Galaxy) at the end of the presentation. The professor was really impressed. He said if he didn't know he was in UoS he would have thought he was watching presentations done by Harvard students.

And so it remains, those of us who have yet to present had best come up with something to at least rival the first two groups... [sighs]

Akh Galbee...

(((Drained))) killah min stupid IT assignment malee! Who the heck gives four page assignments for anything much less IT. The stuff we learn in IT is interesting but the amount of times they make us do practical work is pretty annoying, boring and seems like a waste of time. I can’t understand (nor do I want to either!) how on earth some come out of there with failing marks. I mean if you practice something a million times each session you should be able to do it in your sleep – least something simple like what we do in IT class which shouldn’t even be called IT cuz all we work with is MS office and had a brief intro to Windows XP in the beginning. Oh and supposedly we’ll have a short bit at the end of the semester about the Internet.

The assignment was due yesterday. Means I’ll probably lose some marks for late submission unless the assistant who takes are work and does the grading is nice.. maybe I’ll remind her it’s the holy month of mercy XD – but then again I shouldn’t complain cuz it’s me own fault for leaving it till after the last minute.

[Sighs] Only two more exams to go this week before it’s peace till the 25th when I have one lone straggling exam that couldn’t be given now during these two exam weeks. One exam is in a few hours. Advanced Language Skills [translation: Seriously confusing English Grammar, the kind you’d like to bang your head against walls when you have to study and are expected to remember.] I tried opening the book last night and suddenly was plagued by 20 ton eyelids. I fell asleep in the book and woke up at 1am. Read a couple more pages and passed out again. Tomorrow’s exam is Marketing. The class is a bit dry like just bordering on edge of being boring but you can tell the teacher really knows his subject and he seems to be a bit enthusiastic about it so that kinda of keeps you there in the class. He scared us yesterday though. He said we shouldn’t study expecting the exam to be easy and we better cover the 4 chapters (from the book, and all the lecture slides AND our notes) really good if we wanna be safe. Allah yaeena

I should shut up now and go attempt to study a bit more for my exam later on, I hope I don’t fall asleep here and end up missing it!