The NT Zone: This Is Not The Ground Floor

So the other day, T & I were leaving a student club to go to the place where she had her field training because we needed to get her final assessment paper.

So, we're in the elevator, going down from 4th floor to GF, and T is very annoyed at her supervisor that she's talking and talking and talking about how annoying he is....and I'm listening.

Apparently, someone was meaning to get into the elevator from the 2nd floor...which happens usually and everytime I'm leaving the club.

So it stops at 2nd floor, I stood still waiting for it to close, but T, spontaneously & still talking, got out and walked away into the 2nd floor. When T realised I wasn't with her,someone in the elevator burst out laughing...me.

Realising what had happened, T cam back in just before the doors closed, and told whomever was laughing (me) to zip it.

Amazingly, I was unable to stop laughing for the following 15 min. You just had to see her expression when she stopped outside!

I only stopped laughing when we got to the company, got her assessment paper and then resumed laughing when we got out.....I still laugh everytime I remember her face..

52 Things I want To Learn

Today is the first day of 2009, happy new year to you!

I've made a decesion today, I'm trying to make my days more meaningful to me, you know, when you feel like so far your life has been goal-less and you want to change it..

So, I actually watched a preview of "Yes Man" and I liked the scene where Jim Carry is standing ront of a notice boardm reading ads and talking "would I like to take gutar lessons? yes! Would I like to learn Korean? Yes!..."

So there you go, sorry Jim, I kind of stole this idea!

There are 52 weeks in each year, each week I'm attempting to learn something new. It could be a personal skill or a practical skill! From Applying make-up to langauage learning to making donuts and even playing basketball....no swimming though; I'm still too scared of pools. (Perhaps I should add spell-checking to my skills?)

My first attempt will be to learn Spanish...again. What! I'm starting to forget the language! Don't look at me like THAT!

Do something!

Everyday I buy an issue of the Jordan Times. One of the columns I like to read is one by Rana Hussaini titled "crime".

The thing about this column is it tells two stories. One of a crime occured recently (murder, rapr, molesting..etc etc) and the other of prior crim that has been moved into court and given a verdict.

The thing that gets on my nerves is that most of the time, the defendant would be given a maximum sentence for his\her crime but the sentence would suddenly drop to half because "the victims family dropped the charges"

In most of the "dropped the charges" cases, I've noticed, the defendant would be acquainted to the victim and his\her family.

It sounds really funny to me! We always brag about being great parents, we'd do anything to prtoect our children yet when something horrible happens to any of them we go and drop the chrages! Why? Because the defendant is out friend and we don't betray pur friends...but it's alright to betray our children, ironically.

I'm not saying we should be agressive, I'm just suggesting that we should stand up and speak out loud for the sake of those who get hurt then get forgotten!

some might be afraid that it'll ruin their reputation, such cases and such charges. Beautifully enough, the victims would live in fear and disgust all their lives, if not dead. Because their families didn't want to ruin their reputation.

I believe there should be education about these issues, parenting classes perhaps.

It's too pathetic to continue this way!

And some wonder why there's a lot of mentally ill people!

If Your Head's Among The Stars..

This saying made me stop and think:

"If your head is among the stars, the stars are under my feet"

Now why would you say such thing?

I don't understand the way we treat people. One day they're friends of ours and we really like them and go out with them etc etc. The next day we tell them such things like that saying up there.

Who are you, anyway, to say such horrible thing to someone? Is it because you think they did something you hate? Have you wondered why people would do such things that'd make you feel horrible? Don't you think that it's, in fact, you thay determines the way people act towards you?

Pathetic. Pathetic how we turn our lives to a struggle made just to show who's in charge. Pathetic how we tend to use agressive terms and words

So, if your head is among the stars or the stars are under your feet..you are so pathetic!

End of story!

Leave My Aura Alone!

What's an aura that like to b left alone? MINE!

Amazing how people never quit middling in other people's behaviours. Whoever gave you permission to analyze and give results about others?

Who gave you permession to mess with my aura and decide what aspects it has? I mean, why would you even say such things?

I'll tell you what, let's go back away to the very first day we've met. Yes, that day. You people dodged me away, made me feel like I don't fit in here and tried as much as you can to scare me away.

BANG you discover I'm here to stay! I'm not terrified by your looks, I'm not scared because of your attitudes and I really really don't care what you do, score or fancy!

Yeah, didn't see that coming? So you go on talking about me, behind my back, in between your little groups and off the record! Wait, smell that? Yeeeess, it's my taking over this land! You know why? Because I know my limits and I also know my abilities...I'm using them! Taking over.

I know what you say, and I know how you talk...and I really don't care. If talking about me pleases your miserable selves, go on, talk till your mouth is dry and you brain is blank. Wanna talk more? Go ahead!

BUT when it comes to my aura, exit the area and shut the door tight. Leave my aura alone..manage your own and don't get things blown!

There's already so much on my plate without your childish tries to prove yourselves against me. Grow up and think better, create your own auras and leave mine alone.

Leave.

Dear Teacher

Dear Teacher,

Thank you for being so faithful by not missing any classes and committing to class times accurately. It's pleasant to be in your classes and listen to every word you say, every joke you share & surely every piece of information you teach.

Another thank you for the way you dress. Casual or formal is wonderful because you keep your looks neat, simple and chic. None of us can ever thank you for giving us so much time to be here, putting up with pur demands, out exams and our overloaded reasons for being here.

We might not always agree, however, I like your way of dodging the tension away and coming to terms of agreeably disagreeing.

However...you knew there'll be a however coming, right?

Sometimes, I just can't help but be annoyed at the time you waste telling us the same over-told stories about your life abroad when you were a PhD student. We all have things to be proud off, yet when "being proud" reached the arrogancy point, it's unwelcome.

You go on complaining about the public bathrooms on campus saying they're disgusting; well it's a public bathroom, what do you expect? There was no need to tell us what you use in your own private bathroom to show us you're neat. It was totally pointless. I mean, who puts carpets in their bathroom?

Also, it just gets on my nerves the way you claim to be of another's countries origin when you can't actually pronounce words like "talking" correctly. Yes, you say it more like "ta-king" so you might want to check out its phonetic transcription before bragging with it.

You know, we love a professor who's fun to talk to, but sometimes we actually have places to be in and things to do other than standing there and talking to you for 90 minutes. Man, we need to get home or be in a class or something.

A decent teacher will always gain our respect. But he\she who claims to be decent then does the opposite is and will never be considered respectful. Just thought you should know this.

One final thing, a man's attitude is known at times of tension. We frankly hate it when you insult a student who was late for class.
Even worse, we really loathe it when you concentrate on certain people who have the "looks" or "power" and neglect the others. It's plain obnoxious!

Oh, and PLEASE do not kill our minds with wasteing our lectures with your stories then waking up 2 weeks before the final to find out we have a whole lot of material to cover. I mean, sure occasionally we'd like to hear one of your cute stories, but not on every single class.

Well, judging by how amazing you claim to be, we hope you'll read this and make note of it.

Sincerely,
Us.

DRUGS

"Military science" is an obligatory class for every college student who carries a Jordanian nationality studying at any Jordanian university, private & public.

It basically introduces the system of the Jordanian armed forces, its devisions and departments alongside some crucial national concepts.
Why am I writing this blog entry? Because I had a very interesting lecture today in this class, about drugs.

It was basic education on drugs, introduced by a lieutenant from the devision of fighting drugs ( sorry, I don't know the actual name of the department in English ). The lecturer was amazing; amazing skills, great talk and astonishing use of humor-for-a-purpose. Although there were times where humor was not suitable, so it wasn't used.

Now, I've never really went deep on researching about drugs, brcase they're not wide-spread in Jordan, thank God, yet today's talk really affected me. Although the known cases were only 1200 cases, it remains sad. There's no industry for planting drugs here, again, thank God, yet some people, as everywhere else, succeed in smugling some in.

We were breifed ( briefed?spell check plz) about heroine, cocaine and marijuana. Prices, what people do to get these stuff, also how many doses would make you an addict, what happens if u don't get ur dose in time and such info.
It SHOCKS what people do in favor of a poision that kills them. Amazing how many sabotage and insult their own intellegence and how many many people who had very bright futures lying front of them wipe them all away for the sake of getting a moment of extasy that'll sooner or later end their life along with their long-dead future...unless they do something about it.

In Islam, drugs, along with alcohol, as u all may know, are forbidden. For one simple sane reason: they kill you, and if not, they milk you to zero. In our culture, drugs are unacceptable, for the reasons before.

Some stories told today brought tears in my eyes alongsode the 500 other sutdents in the auditorium, for other stories, we laughed our heads off, not mocking the victims, only because of the sillyness of parents who don't even have a clue on what their son's favorite color is.
In a story told today, 3 guys overdosed and dies, 3 young guys not more than 22 years old. One guy's parents were like "we are so shocked that our son was addicted! We didn't know were he gets the money for drugs! Afterall, we only assigned 150$ as his daily allowence!!"

As drugs are not welcome in this culture, the department welcomes any addict who wants to lose their addiction, dealed with very secretly to avoid social scandal for that person. Many has succeeded in going back to normal life and leading careers, while others recovered for a while, then slipped back into addiction.

I'd like to hear your comments on this, any follow up questions u'd like to ask or any ideas u'd love to add =)