Monday, September 29, 2008

Laish chethy?!?!?!

see post on October 16 2007 for a similar rant


agian really??? as if! What the fuckin hell?!?!? friiggggin hell man..How difficult is it to see the damn moon???aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh

thats it

I am writting a letter!

I am sick and tired I tell ya ..having to explain to myself and the ignorant gin and vodka soaked dudes in my lab.

I
WANT
IT
TO BE
EID
NOW..
friggin hell...

I am upset...I dislike this..Despise it..abhor it..detest it..

ooooooooooooooofffftttttt**stomps her foot**

EVERYONE is breaking thier fast...Whhhhhhhhyyyyy do we always have a day behind everyone?!?!

THAT IS IT!

Next year I am fasting 28 days..Thats it..I will show them

**snifs**

bas ibi my morning coffee

is that so much to ask?

**sobs**

eid kum mubarak u jackasses who get to break thier fast...

Buses

Scene 1
Jumps off one bus, sprints down the bus terminal (in the cutest heels ever), barely missing some stray child( someone put him in a barn where he belongs, please). Grabs a free newspaper, flashes a charming smile to the news paper dude or dudette (I can never tell). Charges up two flights of stairs waves at the bus which doesnt stop and keeps on its merry way. She stands cursing under her breath which comes out laboriously, first in arabic then english. Abya fluttering around shala perched only by gravity, she shoves her Katherine Hephburn glasses back on her slightly crooked pert nose and continues her muttering as she adjusts her mammoth arm bag weighing three ton to balance on one of her feet as she reapplies her lipgloss while scanning the coming buses.


Scene 2
One shoe under her arm, the other shoved on her foot, shala waving like a flag around her head. Blazer half way on, tie undone, buttons misbuttoned, bag hanging askewed on her arm with random contents sticking out. She runs down six flights of stairs while trying to rebutton her shirt, and ties her shala. Runs down the street then across ducking behind a garbage truck and waves merrily at an angry car horn which barely missed her figure as she wrestled her way through bodies to get on the bus. Once on she gets dressed much to the amusment of the passengers, and begins to put on her make up, intiating help from an old italian grandfather who proceeds on telling her the story of his life.

Scene 3

She pushes through a herd of people, makes it on to the covetted univeristy bound bus, sandwiched between two people. Unfortunaltly one didnt have any personal hygine. She thinks nothing of leaning closer to the cutie freshly smelling freshmen who becomes flustered. Smiling up flirtatiously he turns around slightly with a blush creeping on his cheeks. Chuckling under her breath she reaches into her bag and grabs her ringing phone keeping her eye on the boy. Assuring her prof that no she didnt forget to freeze the fat at minus 80 degrees and yes she had perpard the sucrose as he instructed and that yes she was on her way to learn how to gel slides. A seat freed up and instead of taking it, the boy gestures her. Smiling she touches his arms and says thanks handsome. He stands rooted for the rest of the bus trip during which she rumpages through her bag for her lipgloss (chapped lips...) and keeps handing him stuff to hold while she digs through her bag.


I now have a phd in bus manipulations..;)My entire neighbourhood knows my antics, the bus drivers now wait for me in the morning..I am always running late for the bus..God Bless the OC transpo.Bastards that I depend on.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Experimental Fuck Up

-------------you are forwarned..this is a mad totally unramadan worthy post..read at your discretion..if you do not like foul language or are opposed to animal experimentation..Plz contact your nearest therapist or jump off a bridge..have a great day.



So yea..Remeber that thesis project that I was totally psyched about? Well, I wasted 7 hours a day for 14 days in a hot stuffy lab that is full of people who love nothing more then to gossip about me for being different..

So the fuck what;
I dont fuckin drink
I dont fuck every male or female I see
I dont enjoy talking about fuckin
I am the only one in the entire building that is not white and a muslim

get over your fuckin selves


Ilmuhim, back to my project.

So yea we (my prof and myself) decided that we were going to use a couple of paradims. Stress, fat accumulation, food intake with regular chow, food intake with a high fat diet that was adminstered right after the stress for a duration of two hours. He decided on a social stressor..Which I hate. It basically consists of putting my mice (they are GHSR-strain) in with another strain of mice (CD-1's) that are known to be mean mother fuckers..They are to remain in the bully cage for ten minutes. After which the high fat diet is adminstered and I give two hours to lick thier wounds and eat.

The GHSR's are genetically modified, some of them have the gene that expresses the hormone grehlin removed (they are called the gherlin knockouts) and the others are just the regular dudes, so just the wild types. Seeing they are gentically modified mice, we breed them ourselves and they require some time before they are fit to enter any experimental trials. My prof is the only dude who does this genetic breeding bussiness.Basically these little buggers are hard to get.

Ilmuhim, what happened was after we kill the mice, the blood is extracted and the plasma is seperated so we have access to the white blood cells. Some of the samples did not seperate quite as well as the others..but that was expected, you always get a couple fucked up ones.

Ilmuhim, yoou then pipet the white blood cells into little tubes and run them through a bioessay. This gives us the cortisol level that we are looking for..

but

guess what??

the cortisol levels were WHACK..not whack as in cool or fascinating..oh no..whack as in totally and utterly FUCKED UP. so yea.. We are going to run them agian, but Im not going to hold my breath..it means I wont have enough to run the ghrelin kit...oooooooooofffttttttt....I need to replicate the study, which means spending more time in the stuffy lab with the atmosphere of a sterotypical high school and having to balance that with full time school, my thesis paper, grad school applications, two jobs, volunteer work and the shit I deal with at home..

fuckin terrific...sounds like a swell time..Im going skydiving in novemeber..Maybe I will jump and not land..

I need to punch something..The dumb track was closed..I couldnt even go for a run..I need some dairy queen or coffee..**sighs**

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

feelings..ew

Feeling about ;

school: CRAP, SHIT..aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhaa everything is in the air..not good not good at all

home: **sighs, tears at her hair** yea pretty much the the same shit

music: lovin viva la vida by coldplay, and the youtube singer group boyce avenue

movies: I want to watch a moooooooooovie so bad..I havent seen one in ages and ages

food: I want sushi..now..I want ramadan to end ..now

drinks: oh god I could MURDER for coffee..just one cup

addictions: all this crap makes me itch for a smoke..just one..I swear just one

smells: dior posion, chanel No.5, YSL Elle, gucci by gucci and jasmine

tastes: french vanilla, watermellon

make up: purple. mauve, red

friends: ugh..fuckin hell.

relatives: no big loss. I didnt like them anyway

ramadan: finsh up already ^_^

extermities: itchy ..damn unkown alergies..

self: lost just completely and utterly lost

Sunday, September 14, 2008

You know...

You Know You're Canadian When:

You're not offended by the term, "Homo Milk."--> up in here we love our homo's thank you very much

You understand the phrase, "Could you pass me a serviette, I just dropped my poutine, on the chesterfield." -->duh

You eat chocolate bars, not candy bars -->who the hell calls them candy bars?? so unsexy

You drink pop, not soda. --> soda is a totally different drink people

You know what a Mickey and 2-4 mean.

You don't care about the fuss with Cuba. It's a cheap place to go for your holidays, with good cigars. -->and you mention that smoking is not permitted in any public place and is frowned upon;)

You know that a pike is a type of fish, not part of a highway. -->damn good fish too

You drive on a highway, not a freeway. -->417 baby

You have Canadian Tire money in your kitchen drawers. --> I am a millionaire with canadian tire money

You get excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada. -->**jumps up and down**

You brag to Americans that: Shania Twain, Jim Carrey, Celine Dion and many more are Canadians. -->SUCKERS!!!

You know that a Canadian was the C.E.O. of American Airlines from 1998-2003 --> and now ironically the hudson bay company is owned by the americans..

You know what a touque is. --> sexy hats baby sexy hats

You know that the last letter of the English alphabet is always pronounced "Zed" not "Zee". --> Damn right..Dumb Americans..Don't even know their alphabets

You understand the Labatt Blue commercials. --> these ones still confuse me..I dont see the connection between a blonde and drunk moose..I just dont..sorry

You know how to pronounce and spell "Saskatchewan." -->Need to go visit there..

You perk up when you hear the theme song from "Hockey Night in Canada." --> its my mozart;)

"Eh?" is a very important part of your vocabulary and more polite than, "Huh?" -->Totally

Winter. Whenever you want it. And then some. -->keep me satisfied love

There's German food, Italian food, Chinese food, Armenian food, American food, but NO Canadian food. --> unless you count umm beer and um bacon oh and poutine;)

You like the Americans a little because they don't want Quebec either. -->Hey HEY, I like the quebecors..Love thier racist discrimanatory asses to pieces..They make the best boys in tight shirts for my viewing pleasure;)


Everything is labelled in English and French. -->always read the french label...Makes shopping more fun when your butchering a language..outloud..lol!


You spell "colour" and "favourite" with "ou" no just "o" because you know thats stupid--> I need a spell checker thats Canadian people



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My thoughts:

I can proudly sew my country's flag on my backpack .
I believe in peace keeping, not policing,
diversity, not assimilation,
I speak my native language and english and french (somewhat) and anyother language that my convience store owner speaks.
Canada is the second largest landmass and the first nation of hockey and yummilcious hockey players ;)
I'm too nice to call you an ass in your face, but I will raise my eyebrow at you.
'Eh' should be in the dictionary..the most useful word evvver
We like our man and women mixed naked, and free to sleep with whomever floats thier boat;).
A toque is a sexy hat, a chesterfield is a couch,
and it is pronounced 'zed' not 'zee', 'zed'.
Our current prime minister is the current presidents bitch
We shove our national problems on poverty, indegiounous people and the immigrants under a rug.
We are the worse spatial people eeverrr..Hence we will walk you to where you need to be
Winter is god's favourite season;)
Timmies is our spirtual beacon



A continuation to my you know you are iraqi when blog:P

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Updaties!!!!

First of all ***boooty dance** RAMADAN KAREEEEEEM..dan dan dan dandaaa Wannasaaa love ramadan love love love.

Second of all my thesis experiment is done..at least part one of it. I need to replicate it..I will outline it sooner or later..maybe maybe not.

Third of all, CLASSES STARTED!!! wananasaa..i know i know..I am a nerd. Oh well here are my courses (I knooooww ur dieing to know them:P)

Java Programming: yawn yawn snore snore..looks riveting..**sighs* helloo course who shall knock me out of deans list and any hopes of grad school....
---------a bit melodramatic eh? ah well what can one do with ones self.

Gender and Crime: oh cool cool cool. We have a mock parole hearing!! had the first class..love it...lot of work..oh well c'est la vie

Addictions: heard the prof was a hottie;) I will get back to you about this one..I tend to learn very will with a mouth watering prof. so cross ur fingers:P

Social work for youth and childern: I needed an elective:P dont judge me. Sounds ahem lovely.. I love childern..:P not

Thesis: the paper from hell. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh stress stress stress..

So yea..Classes plus volunteering, advocating and working..Dont ask..I dont even know why I do this to myself k?