Monday, August 28, 2006

Failing Calculus For Dummies

1) Arrive to class exactly five minutes late...before the class begins but late enough to be noticed by the prof

2)Always give your prof the two hundred watt smile and say hello

3)Click your way to your seat..Front row ...centre..

4)Nod royally to your lesser classmates and then flash another smile to the prof

5)Do you ALLLLL the practice problems...TWICE..

6)Attend ALL classes and tutorials.

7)Hire a cute tanned,blond,built,blue eyed tutor

8)Call your prof's master thesis sad (people come on its about proving pythagroms therom...25 different ways... thats BEYOND sad)

9)Call your prof fat(look I was complimenting her weightloss and asking about her secret...Didnt now she took it personally)

10)Unknowingly wear a pair of shoes that the prof cant find her size in..

11)Look bored during her classes..

12)Be lagafa and correct the prof's slides and the prof..Then be proven wrong:P

13)Go see your prof ,ta's during office hours..NEVER miss one..

**sighs** I have been humbled..No wait thats such an understatment..My nose has been rubbed on a harsh carpet..Yes I did fail calculus..Yes it was my first fail..And no it was not my only one this semster..

Its amazing how you can blame everyone around you but ignore the fact that YOU failed..YOU couldnt do it..YOU couldnt handle it..YOU were lofty..YOU YOU YOU YOU..No one else..**sighs** I will get over it..I think..Soon I hope..i guess this is as close as to heartbroken as I get..

Yes Im retaking calculus and bussiness agian..And Im taking them both in second year next year..Just for good measure..Damn I will take a damn minor in Math if I have to..I dont fail..Other people faill..As you can see I deserve it for being such a snobby bitchy ass.. And I never learn..Typical!!!

Friday, August 18, 2006


Lily In Algebra..

I lean agianst the wall disintersted as my study group stood around me in the hall outside the examination room.
"Do you think we will do ok?" My A+ overzelous study groupie asked me worriedly.
I grunt in response, and yawn.
"Im so worried what if I dont do well?"the same groupie asked me agian.
I concntrated on the dirty handle of the examination room and agian grunted a response.
"Arent you worried? This is an exam for christ sakes" She directs her comments at me agian.
I turn around and grab her shoulders.Shaking her while saying in menacing tones,"You will be fine and if you fail I really dont care cause you know what? You have a 98 coming into the exam so your not fucked either way ok? So shut up and review the damn ColA and euignvalues..Your weak with those" I let go of her and I must say she looked rather calmer after my outbrust..
Ma yegoon il bil 3an il 7amar

Lily in Bussiness

I swing from side to side on my swingy chair waiting for the exams to be passed out. The guy on my left seemed so psyched I couldnt help but stare..He was talking to himself repeatedly telling himself hes the man..Then he started drumming with his pencils and reciting gibberish under his breath..I tried to lean closer but to no avial It drove me bonkers..Not that the singing or the restless behaviour bothered me.It was just cause I couldnt hear what he was saying..Ilmuhim they handed out the exams and I thought for sure he would shut the hell up now that we had our exams. nope..The dear man continued his form of cruel and unusual punishment. I cringed everytime he accented his singing with a drop of his calculator. As usual I did not do the normal thing and call for a proctor and ask polietly if he would tell him to shut up..No ..Of coures not..Cause that would have been the smart and sophisticated thing to do..So what did I do you ask? I stare at him..No thats a lie..I glared at him..Both the proctors noticed and came striding up the audi steps thier faces hungry to expose a cheat..So one of them leans over my shoulder(gorgous proctor, simply delcious I just was in a really foul mood) he leans closer to my ear and practicular yells "Is there a problem missus?!?!?"
I jump in my seat and mutter under my breath"ya ibin ilkalib allah ya khara3k bi dina wa ikhara" I looked over my back at him with my bloodshot eyes and gave him a dirty look, tosssed my head and the turned around in my chair causing him to move back or else his chest would have been in my face,"yes as a matter a fact there is a problem" I point at the guy sitting next to me and I say in such a rude and mocking voice"He is trying out for a band rather then doing this final exam so I cant concentrate so do something about it..Thats your job no?" With that said I swivel back and pick up my pencil. I can feel the procotor standing behind me, the guy beside me shot me a writhering look..I stuck out my tongue..I know i know..I dont want to talk about it :P

Lily in Calculus

Walking out of the exam it was 10:05 pm I hadnt slept in two weeks..My school life wasnt going as planned,my family life was hanging by a thread and this was my last exam..I called my brother and I was nearly in tears when my mom answered instead and said exactly "hey baby,we are waiting for you right outside..Come to mommy habibi" I choked..Wala I did..I rushed out of the hall and nearly knocked my prof to the floor..I waved at her and cursed her in arabic:P then I came out to what we call a quad..its a grassy area set in a park setting people sit around on the rolling green grass and under the shdaes of the trees discussing how to cheat on exams;) Ilmuhim..I felt lighter then I have felt in a long time..So I turn on my mp3 and I start to dance..I know your thinking whats the big deal? People dance all the time..Not all people not all people..Not when your considered the snob of the uni not when you start showing up to classes in your pjs under your abyaa and with your bathroom slippers instead of shoes..Not when you glare at anyone who says hi to you..Not when your wearing a black abyaa and its 10 at night..Its not right...And this wasnt the swaying lightly moving your shoulders dancing...Oh no..Mais nooon..Of course not..This was the hips moving like they are dislocated and the shoulders shaking kind of dance..The one I should get paid for the hour..And no..I wasnt alone..And yes people saw me..And no I havent showed my face since in the uni..And yes Im hoping people are gonna forget by september rolls around :P

I might be on hiatus for a bit..I got some readin to catch up on and some shopping now that I think about it..Also I gotta pack up move and refurnish..So if you really miss me...Too bad:P Ill try to update in a couple of weeks or so..Oh and for those people you like making a big deal on commenting on thier blogs..I havent done much of that the past few days..However I will dedicate an entire day for that..Tistahlooon ;) yalla ya hilween Take care..Email me or msn me if its a life or death situation..Or if you broke a nail:P

Saturday, August 12, 2006

An Image

Navy blue simple mantoo, accented with grey converse hightops. White and navy shala with orange butterflies,saif imam ali (a.s) hanging with the company of the classsic blue eye. Sitting on a wooden bench,knees touching legs spread out to the sides,the elbow of the hand that is holding an ice cream is drapped over the top of the bench. The other hand lazily leafs through the algebra notes. The face,which was naked of any cosmetics,showed clear evidence of sleep deprivation from the past week. Eyes that were rimmed with dark shadows appeared vacant and hallow. The mouth had a smear of choclate ice cream on one side,right beside a cold sore which appeared to be no smaller then mountain. The mp3 vibrated with the Red Hot Chilli Peppers Danny California. Haidar was sitted to the left while the eight ton leather light brown book bag was on the right.

Yes Ladies and Gentalmen..That time agian...Make yourselves usefull and pray for me :P

"Diiiiiiiiiirty uni ...You see these shackles? Baby Im your slave..You'll fail me if I miss behave"

Friday, August 04, 2006

News Flash..:P

--Still alive(barely and merci for those who asked about my whereabouts..Kilkoom thoug;))

--Yes Im putting my parents up for adoption..Anyone need a mom who is a neat free spirt abnd total yet absent minded sweetheart? A father who is a throw back from the 1800's who beleives that girls should be married by 18?

--One bedrom apartment+5 adults+one very active 6 year old+13 huge ass lugage bags+6 handbags+15 other unwanted maleegeen guests=..........HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL

--Who ever said anything about me wanting my parents?!?!?!?!?

--Daddy"baby why dont you want to marry?"SECOND DAY OF THIER ARRIVAL!!!My god dear man take a load off first baa3aadan marriage ok???

--Mommy"your dad does have a point sugar"WHAT THE HELLL?!?!?! HE BRAINWASHED HER!!! MY SORCE OF LOVE AND SUPPORT..gone...**tears up**

--cute kuwaiti guy does not mean Im gonna jump at the propsal people..Its not about nationalty..Its about me not being able to handle calculus..Let me get an A in calculus and Ill propose to the poor man myself:P

--Baby bro-"My god you gained weight"did not ask you opinon you overgorwn hindi (no offence) looking jackass.. yusuf...Alla yari7ma..

--Derek(my mp3) doesnt work..whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy does this happen to me?!?!

--Im getting extermly talented in pouting:P

--If I dont update for a week or so..It means the following
- Exams...
- Sucide
- Moving
- Imprisonment