Alright. Let's sort things out on this blog, there's some things you must know:

(a) It's almost end of term, and I'm loaded with work,
(b) I'd love to revamp the whole design/take it apart/play around with it, but you'd have to wait till christmas when I fly back to Dubai,
(c) No, this blog isn't shutting down, and No, I do entries more regularly than this but, as a direct consequence of at least 5 pieces of coursework due for hand in, I'm pretty much suffering from a writer's block.

That's it. Sorted.
Oh and By the way, remember the plants? Yeah these:

I forgot to water them (Ooops) and four out of five are Dead.
I did try reviving them, flooding their pots, but that didn't work I guess.
They deserve a funeral, poor neglected green creatures.

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Especially the 'really friendly' entries.

I bet you know what students live on. Pasta. More Pasta. And Even more.

Yes, and we just proved today how student-y we are. Me, Samia, Sadaf & Eunice had a pasta night, cooked a whole big pot of pasta with sauce for Iftar [breaking my fast] and I do have a confession to make. It's been a year since I'm living in the dorms but it was my first time doing pasta!

Anyway, it's quarter to midnight, I'm hungry again and I think I'll just pop some more ready cooked pasta into the microwave.

Now That I've got my salary, I want this matchbox-sized camera Real Bad.

Alright. I know I usually write silly stuff on my blog, but I needed to get this out of my system.
So if you're like me, and think that reading/cinema/theatre are forms of escapism which you'd prefer to be always light-hearted, this blog entry isn't for you.

Here goes. *Ahem*

For all you people out there, who can never:
(a) Admit they're wrong
(b) Admit the other person is right
(c) Admit that the other person IS actually smarter than you and has a point
(d) Derive extreme satisfaction from disagreeing all the time, or
(d) All of the above;

you make life difficult for me. And so,

I need to ask you some questions:
What IS your problem?
Do you always have to be the devil's advocate?
You don't necessarily have to agree with me, but couldn't you just listen for a change?
Is it that difficult?

PHEW. Now that being said, I feel better. Here's a Big grin from me especially for you. :D

Yep, it is true, I AM generally a happy individual.
Just don't disagree with me on this one, alright?

I got my first paycheck today! YES!

Darn it, I am SO very embarassed.
I was happily hurrying up with my printing at a computer cluster at uni today.
Thought I was almost finished when I pressed the button waiting for the floppy to be ejected. And guess what, the whole CPU tower falls over. Yeah. Right there. On the floor. I thought I was dead. My whole life flashed right before my eyes.

Gawd. { I heard quite a few people going.. OOooooh Aaaaaah. Idiots. }

I froze. The CPU looked alright, the computer seemed like it was working.. but my floppy didn't survive. Arghh.

2 people came to my rescue though. PHEW. One of them was a guy who'd recently behaved real strange during one of my lectures. Imagine: Me in a lecture theatre, and this guy calling out to me: "Excuse Me?" I don't bother to look back, 'coz I don't know no guy who sounds like that.

"EKSKYOOOOZ ME?" I turned to have a look. Yeah he's looking at me. I raise my eyebrows and give him a look which says Yeah?

Guess what he says.
He says (with a very straight face): "Are you Feeling Lonely?"

I Wonder. I gave him a very weird look anyway {which meant something like HUH? WHAT? Are you Alright yourself?}.

Maybe he was just being nice.

Are they going to sue me for this?

Please Note: This is not an insult. Neither is it meant to be an insult to your intelligence. I love you all and I believe you all to be very sensible individuals. Thank You. :|

Am I lucky or what?

I have a boss, who takes us for lunch on the very first day at a posh restaurant.
I have a boss, who wishes me Ramadan Mubarak.
I love my job. For now at least.

Ramadan Mubarak People :) Especially all my mates.

Why do you Mancunians and the rest of Britain need an excuse to party? Today's apparently one of those days too, Guy Fawkes' day.

Stop those @%$%"^ fireworks, I need my beauty sleep.

WARNING - This entry contains excessive quantities of narcissism.

Today at work:

It's raining outside. I'm bored to death at the till, trying to amuse myself by switching channels on the stereo when a guy walks in. He's in uniform. It says SECURITY on his fluorescent waterproof jacket.

GuyInFluorescentYellow: I asked this other person at the store to keep some books aside for me on the military.
Me: Military what? Books? Kits? [Silly me, I was so lost]
GIFY (Giving me weird look): Yeah books.
Me: oh Alright I'll ask the manager.

..after a couple of minutes:

Me: Did you get hold of the books you wanted?
GIFY: Yeah.

GIFY rummages through the books.

GIFY: Did you know you're so very beautiful?
Me: HAH! Really? Thanks!
GIFY: Yeah.

..after a few more minutes

GIFY: Are you married or looking to get married?
Me: Haha, not in a few years at least.
GIFY: oh alright, see ya then.

SHUCKS.. What's with people? Do the Brits find me exotic? I never got that back home. It feels very nice though. *Blush*

You should've been here!

Love you all who came to the demonstration. *MUAH*
There's still hope.

Something for your amusement/curiosity; my name in Chinese.