S: MDG liked my ideas =)
BornConfuzed: So I'm assuming M in MDG stands for Married now?
S: When did that happen?
BornConfuzed: Umm, not that I want to state the obvious, but probably when he got married?!!
S: D is for Denial!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Can you say nerds?
Senior 1: BornConfuzed, Senior 2 is saying that I need to take lithium! She thinks I'm manic.
Me: Lithium wont work for you, you need ECT (Electroconvulsive therapy)!
Senior 2 rolls on the floor laughing, while Senior 1's jaw drops to the floor.
We need to get a life! We seriously need better jokes!
Me: Lithium wont work for you, you need ECT (Electroconvulsive therapy)!
Senior 2 rolls on the floor laughing, while Senior 1's jaw drops to the floor.
We need to get a life! We seriously need better jokes!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
It's a boy =)
Mabrook ma yaak Bu Yousef, yetrabba b3izzak enshalla.
Joey 7abeebee, welcome to the world! I love you already and I can't wait to see you! May Allah swt bless you with a joyous and prosperous life.
اللهم أنبته نباتاً حسناً، واجعله قرة عين لوالديه واحفظه، وبارك لنا فيه واجعله من أهل الصلاح والتقوى
Joey 7abeebee, welcome to the world! I love you already and I can't wait to see you! May Allah swt bless you with a joyous and prosperous life.
اللهم أنبته نباتاً حسناً، واجعله قرة عين لوالديه واحفظه، وبارك لنا فيه واجعله من أهل الصلاح والتقوى
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Stereotypes
My four year-old nieces love to frolic in front of the mirror, get all dolled-up and experiment with make-up. I see girls as young as preteens and early teens in malls, with their fashion tv like outfits, hair and make-up all done, giggling and turning heads around. Every conversation I have with my friends detours to marriage and the ticking clock. I can’t help but wonder if that’s what being a girl is all about? Are my x chromosomes defective or am I just not wired to be like that?
What was I doing at that age?
Well, when the girls were swooning over the Backstreet Boys, I was bemused by their foolishness. When girls were learning lyrics, I was reading Paulo Coelho’s Veronica Decides to Die. My notebooks never had hearts or cupids or teary eye doodles. When at the age of 15 a friend was sharing her boyfriend's most romantic gesture, declaring that she was his and will never be anyone else’s, amidst the awws and the teary eyes, I collapsed on the floor laughing hard at the cheesiness of it all. And once a friend locked herself in the bathroom crying her eyes out because the radio was playing “their song”, with the rest of the girls in a frenzy, some crying some begging her to come out, I pumped up the volume! I missed on quite a few of these girly gatherings to catch up on my way then Play Station addiction, nothing too gory though, Metal Gear and Pandemonium were my favorites at that time. I am not a butch. I just don’t see why I’m supposed to like flowers and hearts to be a girl. I thought the whole Stepford wives prototype was a passé, so why is the dumb pretty husband seeking girl trend back? I have a good head on my shoulders. My favorite footwear is sneakers. I don’t have an obsession about sandals or bags or make-up. I don’t care if heels make me look leaner or give me a good posture, the best I can do is waddle let alone power walk in them. To me comfort beats beauty every time. I hate to cry in public. I don’t dumb myself down for anyone. Yes I can mentally calculate 63 x 15. And I can carry a heavy bag. And I can definitely fix a light bulb. I don’t know how to dance; I can’t sexily sway my hips or [enter body part here] without looking like an epileptic penguin. I never danced in my room in front of the mirror. I never had the white dress fantasy. I haven’t preplanned my wedding, I never dreamed of a knight with a shining armor or made a checklist of the qualities of my prince charming or named my unborn children. I have not mastered the art of flaunting or strutting, batting my eye lashes or pouting or giggling. I don’t husk my voice when I talk on the phone, heck I don’t even spend a lot of time on the phone, and I definitely don’t squeak. I don’t like to gossip, I am upfront and say what I mean. It doesn’t take me forever to get ready, I’m usually the first one out the door, and I’m more or less always on time, never fashionably late.
Does that make me any less of a girl?
Does mind have a gender?
Why should there be a man’s way of thinking and a woman’s way of thinking? I don’t believe in the Men are from Mars Women are from Venus hype. I don’t want to fall into this stereotype!
Yes I do get sappy sometimes. Yes I do have mood swings, and yes, I occasionally bawl in the privacy of my own room, when my hormones get the best of me. But I’m not your high maintenance, bubbly, sappy female. And for that I don’t apologize!
What was I doing at that age?
Well, when the girls were swooning over the Backstreet Boys, I was bemused by their foolishness. When girls were learning lyrics, I was reading Paulo Coelho’s Veronica Decides to Die. My notebooks never had hearts or cupids or teary eye doodles. When at the age of 15 a friend was sharing her boyfriend's most romantic gesture, declaring that she was his and will never be anyone else’s, amidst the awws and the teary eyes, I collapsed on the floor laughing hard at the cheesiness of it all. And once a friend locked herself in the bathroom crying her eyes out because the radio was playing “their song”, with the rest of the girls in a frenzy, some crying some begging her to come out, I pumped up the volume! I missed on quite a few of these girly gatherings to catch up on my way then Play Station addiction, nothing too gory though, Metal Gear and Pandemonium were my favorites at that time. I am not a butch. I just don’t see why I’m supposed to like flowers and hearts to be a girl. I thought the whole Stepford wives prototype was a passé, so why is the dumb pretty husband seeking girl trend back? I have a good head on my shoulders. My favorite footwear is sneakers. I don’t have an obsession about sandals or bags or make-up. I don’t care if heels make me look leaner or give me a good posture, the best I can do is waddle let alone power walk in them. To me comfort beats beauty every time. I hate to cry in public. I don’t dumb myself down for anyone. Yes I can mentally calculate 63 x 15. And I can carry a heavy bag. And I can definitely fix a light bulb. I don’t know how to dance; I can’t sexily sway my hips or [enter body part here] without looking like an epileptic penguin. I never danced in my room in front of the mirror. I never had the white dress fantasy. I haven’t preplanned my wedding, I never dreamed of a knight with a shining armor or made a checklist of the qualities of my prince charming or named my unborn children. I have not mastered the art of flaunting or strutting, batting my eye lashes or pouting or giggling. I don’t husk my voice when I talk on the phone, heck I don’t even spend a lot of time on the phone, and I definitely don’t squeak. I don’t like to gossip, I am upfront and say what I mean. It doesn’t take me forever to get ready, I’m usually the first one out the door, and I’m more or less always on time, never fashionably late.
Does that make me any less of a girl?
Does mind have a gender?
Why should there be a man’s way of thinking and a woman’s way of thinking? I don’t believe in the Men are from Mars Women are from Venus hype. I don’t want to fall into this stereotype!
Yes I do get sappy sometimes. Yes I do have mood swings, and yes, I occasionally bawl in the privacy of my own room, when my hormones get the best of me. But I’m not your high maintenance, bubbly, sappy female. And for that I don’t apologize!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Bad day?
The day started with me oversleeping and waking up at 8:27, no I could not have made it in 3 minutes.
I arrived around 9:50, to find out the 10 am session started at 9:00 am.
It was by one of the most interesting tutors.
It was his only session in the whole rotation.
I got to hear a repeated case, missing the new good one.
Then to get denied permission for a lame thing.
Then I waited 2 hours to get some papers printed.
Then when they finally got printed and were ready to be sent early tomorrow morning I got a call from the person who was supposed to correct them, saying he had a few comments.
He finally had the time to go through them, 21 days after they were sent.
I waited two more hours for him.
He showed me the corrections he wants me to make, and added a "I could've made the corrections myself, but this will be a learning curve for you", well jeez thanks.
I did nothing but wait from 1:30 till 6:00.
I waited with a a splitting headache.
And no coffee.
I will have to reprint everything tomorrow.
And send them day after tomorrow.
While everyone thinks the letters have been sent out last week.
Should I ignore the changes and send out the letters as they are?
Or should I make the corrections and send them?
Everything will seem a lot clearer once the headache wears off.
And I get some java in my circulation stat.
Definitely not my day.
I arrived around 9:50, to find out the 10 am session started at 9:00 am.
It was by one of the most interesting tutors.
It was his only session in the whole rotation.
I got to hear a repeated case, missing the new good one.
Then to get denied permission for a lame thing.
Then I waited 2 hours to get some papers printed.
Then when they finally got printed and were ready to be sent early tomorrow morning I got a call from the person who was supposed to correct them, saying he had a few comments.
He finally had the time to go through them, 21 days after they were sent.
I waited two more hours for him.
He showed me the corrections he wants me to make, and added a "I could've made the corrections myself, but this will be a learning curve for you", well jeez thanks.
I did nothing but wait from 1:30 till 6:00.
I waited with a a splitting headache.
And no coffee.
I will have to reprint everything tomorrow.
And send them day after tomorrow.
While everyone thinks the letters have been sent out last week.
Should I ignore the changes and send out the letters as they are?
Or should I make the corrections and send them?
Everything will seem a lot clearer once the headache wears off.
And I get some java in my circulation stat.
Definitely not my day.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
The 18th Abu Dhabi International Book Fair
Kudos to Abu Dhabi Authority for Culture and Heritage for this year's Abu Dhabi International Book Fair. I went there today and was impressed by the whole scene; the book stalls, the accompanying activities, the kids' section, the reasonable prices, and even the unexpected number of book buyers. Any inconvenience due to the poor directions to the exhibition hall was long forgotten as soon as I entered the fair. Although most exhibitors were Arab publishing houses, a good number of International exhibitors were present as well compared to previous years. This bookaholic walked out with 5 bags of books, a rush of adrenaline and a wide smile on her face =)
Friday, March 14, 2008
Mindtrack of the day
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
=)
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
=)
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Psych 101
I dreamt I was being psychoanalyzed by a psychologist, and he came up with the conclusion that I was sexually abused as a child!
Now that's morbid!
Now that's morbid!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Wedding bells
She insists we watch her wedding DVD. She got married almost a year ago. Half of us attended the wedding. All of us have seen the pictures. Her overly-priced dress was admired despite its hideousness. Her make-up oohed and aahed over despite the fact that it gave her a different ethnicity. It's beyond my comprehension why she insists on making us watch it, and what's more incomprehensible is the fact that with every person she tortures into watching, she maintains the same glazed look, as if struck by her own self-perceived beauty.
Do I genuinely hate pettiness or am I just being over-critical and judgemental?
Do I genuinely hate pettiness or am I just being over-critical and judgemental?
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Newsflash
Al (reading Zahrat AlKhaleej): The Lebanese singer Melhim Zein is getting married to the daughter of the former Yemeni president!
Me: Yemen had a former president?!
What a stupid conversation!
Me: Yemen had a former president?!
What a stupid conversation!
Can't get it out of my head
حمامه نودي نودي .. سلمي على سعودي
سعودي ساير مكه .. بيب ثياب بو العكه
بحطه في صندوقي .. صندوقي ماله مفتاح
والمفتاح عند الحداد .. والحداد يبغي فلوس
والفلوس عند العروس .. والعروس تبغي عيال
والعيال يبغون حليب ... والحليب عند البقر
والبقر يبغون حشيش .. والحشيش فوق اليبل
واليبل يبغي مطر ... والمطر عند الله
سعودي ساير مكه .. بيب ثياب بو العكه
بحطه في صندوقي .. صندوقي ماله مفتاح
والمفتاح عند الحداد .. والحداد يبغي فلوس
والفلوس عند العروس .. والعروس تبغي عيال
والعيال يبغون حليب ... والحليب عند البقر
والبقر يبغون حشيش .. والحشيش فوق اليبل
واليبل يبغي مطر ... والمطر عند الله
Monday, March 03, 2008
No more
The journey has proved to be longer than I expected
The burdens too heavy for me to carry
The ordeal too tough for me to endure
I can't pretend anymore
I can't fight anymore
I can't put up pretences anymore
I can't act strong anymore
I can't act tough anymore
I can't not care anymore
I can't not breakdown anymore
I want to fall
Fall.. Fall
Free fall
Into the darkness
The burdens too heavy for me to carry
The ordeal too tough for me to endure
I can't pretend anymore
I can't fight anymore
I can't put up pretences anymore
I can't act strong anymore
I can't act tough anymore
I can't not care anymore
I can't not breakdown anymore
I want to fall
Fall.. Fall
Free fall
Into the darkness
Sunday, March 02, 2008
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