STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT THE DUST!

I know, I know! I’m sick of the dust too! But it can’t possibly be the topic of EVERY conversation, ur facebook status, your opening line to every MSN conversation and all you post about (ili 3ala rasa ba67a)!

Khalas, daraiiina, the weather sucks! GET USED TO IT! Plan around it! Travel! Get your friends over and have a fun movie/food/gossip night!! I wouldn’t mind, i’d love to hang out with the girls sans hjab on my head/dust in my face!

Am I the only one who knows the weather sucks and doesn’t need to point it out over and over and over again?

Everywhere I turn, the word “DUST” is in my face! The real thing is always in my face/eyes when I go out already, I don’t need it in the comfy, cool, air conditioned privacy of my own room too!

*takes a deep breath and calms down*

Things I Hate:

1* When a teacher asks me about a students’ grade and she’s not related to the student.

2* When bloggers/non-blogging commenters aren’t nice. (Shame on you!)

3* When people give me strange looks when I say “Thank you!”, “Please?” and “Can I help you, 7ajiya?”

4* When a guy calls a wrong number and won’t hang up until he knows my name. (that’s when I pull the “Ello dear, you seem to have a wrong numba, daaah-ling… My name is Eliza Doolittle, would you like to speak to Mr. Higgins?” trick.)

5* When Hollywood tries to ruin classics like “My Fair Lady” (site has some language you may not like)… Who can ever replace Audrey Hepburn? Nobody.

6* When a person thinks that he/she has every right to be a racist bitch/bastard just because they can.

7* When I see my students at the co-op, they come up to me to say hi but are trying to glance at my brothers.

8* When I invite somebody into my own house and they yell at me and then giggle like it was nothing.

9* When somebody constantly (constantly constantly) complains about a specific country they’re living in (and its nationals) but still continues to live here and interact with the citizens. If you love your country so much, why didn’t you just stay there! 7emdaw rabkum 3ala kil ni3ma! If you don’t like it here, get the fuck out and never come back!

10* When my younger brother treats me like a child. I changed your diapers and wiped the drool off your face when u were a little kid, punk! So try a little respect, will ya?! Don’t make me slap it into you and you know I can, I don’t care if you have a moustache!

Things I Love:

1* Finally getting my own car. I can’t believe a hunk of metal just gave me my freedom. I hate sharing cars.

2* When I use the cigarette lighter thing in the car to burn incense… my car smells niiice :p

3* When me and the girls finally agree on an outing! *can’t wait, can’t waiiit*

4* When I do something I’d promised and the look on the person’s face is “I can’t believe you still remembered!“

5* Running my own errands without waiting for somebody to let me borrow the car. (It’s related to 1, but I’m still happy about it hehe)

6* When I play with Photoshop at work on my own laptop or work on a sewing project and sink into my own world.

7* When a beloved friend of mine finally posts again with amazing news.

8* When I use a bag I’d sewn to carry stuff around and somebody thinks it’s cute *yay*..

9* The TEDTalks podcast on iTunes.

10* When I’m nominated for awards related to creativity. I’m very very flattered *turns into a 6oma6a* Thank you Purg & Jewaira!

Many many things happened and will happen this week.. here’s a random run-down…

• My senior teacher is away for the week. The English department is going to hell since she’s almost the only sane one there. I’ll be left with Eraser-Thrower, Malgoofa-Bitch, Two-Faced-Bitch and Indian-Teacher.

The Indian teacher is the only one without a nickname because she’s really sweet, helpful and quiet. I think she’s the only one who’s completely sane in the staff room. Yes, I did exclude myself, I know I’m not very sane myself.

• Hay’at El Shabab oo El Riyatha just called me. I’m one of the top 10 winners in their photography contest! Yay! I’m supposed to be in Marina at 6:00 tomorrow.. If you’re going there anyway, don’t be afraid to pass by and say hello

• I’m eating a bit healthier than before and I feel a difference. El7amdilla…

• I’m addicted to the “Randy Jackson Presents: America’s Best Dance Crew“ videos! I want to dance like these guys! So far, this is my favorite team, Kaba Modern.. I love their style and isolations!

Here’s the song list, just in case you’re interested:

Week 1: Technologic
Week 2: Wall To Wall
Week 3: G-Slide
Week 4: Sensual Seduction
Week 5: Thriller
Week 6: You’re The One That I Want
Week 7: Hip Hop Evolution

Didn’t like the Grease thing that much, the mix sucked…

• Because of the dust, my voice is half gone. I’m fine, but my voice is scratchy lol

To tell you the truth, I’m loving it lol… It’d be so sexy if it didn’t hurt so much haha

• So my “Eight Intelligences” seminar went really well, many teachers liked it and enjoyed the custom files, pens and CDs with the PowerPoint burned onto it… that’s excluding the papers and Multiple Intelligences test..

But since this is my blog, let me just complain about two things that happened after the presentation that bothered me and made me want to shoot a puppy (I’m more of a cat person, can’t help it):

1. Numba Vun: The supervisor arrived late. And I mean REALLY late. He burst into the room, BO all over the place and I was on the last two notes of the presentation. So he missed almost all of it. Near the end, during a discussion, he joined in as if he knew what was going on. He then talked to my headmistress and gave “criticism” about some points he didn’t approve of… E7lef walla? Min 9ijik? Criticism min wain balla? Inta shift shay?
   Inta awal shay KNOW what I’m talking about. READ the invitation card I sent you that said 9:30 and that I’m giving a Seminar. REALIZE that you’re a dumbass for saying I’m “too young” to give a workshop (again, when I’d already written SEMINAR in the fucking invitation card!! and why the fuck can’t I give a “workshop”? What’s the difference between a workshop and a seminar and how does my age or work experience have to do with it?!) .oo ham yay tenteqedni? Chub. ok? I hate this word, but i’m saying it to you anyway. CHUB.
2. Numba Du: I spent a tiny fortune trying to make the best of the best of everything, and one of those things was the file. I designed the logo that was printed on it and proudly wrote my name on it.

After the workshop, I go back to the staff room and finally sit down (I had to teach a 1st period, prepare everything seminar-related during the 2nd period, give the seminar during the 3rd period and break, then teach my other class during the 4th period, so my back & throat were pretty much killing me) then I hear a scratching sound. I glance to my left and Two-Faced-Bitch is scratching something off the file I’d given them. Then she whips out a whitener thingy/corrector.

I ignore and act like I didn’t hear anything. Then curiosity got the best of me and when she left for a class, I sneaked and took a pic of the file, because she had it face down. Can you guess what she did?

Yup, she scratched my full name off and applied corrector over it… Why? I have no idea. I don’t even want to know. Can ANYBODY explain this way of thinking to me? And no, don’t say jealous. I won’t take that as an answer. Why would anybody do anything like that?

• I’m posting more on DeviantART. Before, I’d post a bunch of pics at once and then disappear for a while. Now I’m posting every now and then with a pic or two. Less gaps in between uploading Deviations keeps me in touch with my DevART page.

Weirdest one I’ve posted? I think this one:

Bored At The Salon by ~DevilishlyAbstract on deviantART

Yes, I was bored. You can’t blame a girl!

• I hate it when my co-workers clip their toenails at work. NO, people, NO! URGH.

• I wanna publish ‘zines… and rage against machines.. (AND I want to work with those people.. and have their t-shirts)

• I want this weekend to come faster..

• I’m STILL (yes, STILL) halfway through Middlesex… I’m really enjoying it, I just need time to finish it..

• When I think of more points, I’ll be back here.

I think I woke up on the wrong side of bed… I’ve been feeling depressed and sad all day… Yuck..

And some dumdums at school didn’t help at all…

Add to that the fact I’m not eating or sleeping well these days…

I have no more time… then people at school use the broken record that gets on my nerves, “Eee, intay fathya! Shlon you have no time if you’re not even married wela 3indich 3yal? Tawich shebab!”

*gives them the finger*

I think the storm on Friday is having that whole fucked up effect on a lot of people…

I seriously get a feeling something bad’s going to happen soon…

The whole feel of suckiness and this bizarre weather… Here’s the sky at school today, around 7:00 PM… half black half blue? They don’t even look like black clouds :/

This picture was taken during the sucky ICDL break… Which brings me to the next point, I should be effing paid if I’m going to go to these classes to teach the two teachers next to me… I go there and my time is wasted and I don’t get a red fils (ya3ni fils 7amar)?

Elmohim the worst is over, tomorrow’s the last day.. and as soon as I give them my “project”, I can leave..

As soon as I leave I have to go to AUK for some conference thing with a bunch of other teachers from other schools… We’ll see how that goes…

I miss blogging. I miss friends and family. I miss my life. I miss me.

Doodling in ICDL class…

I had the tempting idea of grabbing my iPod and listening to a song that’s stuck in my head..

The song I dreamt of listening to was No Air by Jordin Sparks (feat. Chris Brown)…

Then I remembered that I have my Eight Intelligences workshop (yes, it’s invading my thoughts AND blog)…

Then I remembered that I have to bring my camera with me… and I miss photography…

Then I hear a REALLY rude teacher with us, taking the class, talk back to the older teachers… gilna colleagues, but even if they piss me off I wouldn’t be rude enough to talk back that loudly in front of the instructor and other teachers..

That’s about it…