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The Ego
... have been insane. In a good, stupendous and mesmerizing way.

That is all.
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The Ego
Remember this post? I said I had 3 blogs to contend with, and was contemplating another? Well in the time since then, I've started TWO MORE blogs.

Yes, two.

And guess what, I'm blogging regularly for all 5 blogs and none of the content overlaps. How cool is that?

And I'm busy getting Merits for all my modules, which, I think, is pretty decent!
The Ego
I have to move from where I live to London in a few weeks.

I have to come back from London to the city I'm currently in after that for one day to submit my dissertation because one of the group members doesn't know how to use the software that we were TAUGHT to use to submit the project.

I have to go back to London with the remainder of my luggage.

I have to leave my luggage with a friend when I come to Dubai for a well-deserved break.

I have to go back to London to my new flat and pay the rent/expenses/etc.

I have to find a job because the person who pays my bills isn't in the mood to do it for much longer.

All the moving problems, the job hunt and the money issues just makes my head hurt.
:(
The Ego
Not happy about something.
The Ego
Warning: this is a rant post

A while back, someone I knew - an acquaintance - from school and my Bachelor's degree contacted me for some info on universities in the UK, and as it turned out was mostly coming to the same university I'm in at the moment.

Which is fine, because I've talked to a few people after I moved here to tell them what it's like or to answer their questions.

But not when I get completely asinine ones.

I'm sorry but I'd expect some common sense from a person in their mid-20s, who has been working for a few years now. I was younger, both age-wise and common sense-wise, when I left Dubai to study here but even I didn't ask anyone such stupid questions. To me, it shows their mental level when ... argh!

It started with: how's the university, how's the city?
All valid questions, which I answered.

Accomodation costs? Living costs? Weather?
All valid again, but all this information is on the university website. Anyway, I answered again.

Where exactly do you stay BFE? What rent do you pay?
I stay in XYZ halls and I pay so-and-so amount every week. Okay, answered.

Now the weird part starts.

Do they give me blankets and utensils in the halls?
I'm sorry but did you want to go live in a boarding school? Even they don't give you utensils!

Shall I travel light?
I couldn't answer this. I just didn't.

Does xyz pounds for 2MB internet connection mean I get 2MB internet usage all year?
Yes, and you're expected to beg on the street for internet money because your 2MB usage gets over in 2 minutes anyway. They rip you off, the sneaky fellas.


When do we get the keys? The contract starts on XYZ date, it says.
Therefore you get the keys on XYZ date?

The contract ends in the month of Blah, and the course ends 2 months later. Do I pay extra for those 2 months?
Oh no, not at all. You stay for free and work as slave labour instead of rent. How I answered this without asking her if she had the mental age of a 5-year-old I don't know.

Goodness knows how people like this can survive on their own with their parents not looking after them. I'll be fair: I was nervous too as my biggest worry was: "Can I cook for myself?" I make excellent pasta and burritos (among other things) now, thank you very much.

Oh... and my question to someone I knew before I was coming here?: "Is there a parlour nearby that will thread my eyebrows?"
The Ego
I'm a dreamer...

... but this is starting to get ridiculous.

I've been dreaming A LOT lately. I normally dream when I'm stressed out (i.e. consecutive nights) but for the last two weeks, there have possibly been about 2-3 nights when I slept without any interference from the dream-fairies.

And there's almost always one common factor: a person. I keep seeing this particular person all the time. In every dream. If it's for a few seconds, or for the entire dream sequence. Sometimes the person appears in a threatening way, sometimes not.

I'm not sure what to make of it ... yes, they're just dreams, but... dreams are a part of our subconscious aren't they?

So why do I keep dreaming.............?
The Ego
Love can be so tempestuous...don't you think? Insane. Like a fire. So much like a roller-coaster. It's not easy to regain balance when you step off.

It burns bright and hot. Even when you douse the love...the ashes remain. And the mark always stays.

Recently discovered a song by Eminem and Rihanna called Love the Way You Lie. Feel free to Google it and listen to it on YouTube or something (don't think there's an official video out yet and I do try to not link to unofficial videos), but I'm going to stick in a few excerpts.

"Where you going? I'm leaving you.
No you ain't. Come back. We're running right back
Here we go again, it's so insane
'Cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman with the wind in his back
She's Lois Lane, but when it's bad, it's awful"

It's perfect. It's right. It's heady. You're giddy. Drunk on love. And then suddenly you're not. Something is wrong. You're crying. You think it's over. It's not. You run back.

Because you're in love.


"Baby, please come back, it wasn't you, Baby, it was me.
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall
Next time? There won't be no next time
I apologize, even though I know it's lies
I'm tired of the games, I just want her back. I know I'm a liar
If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again,
I'ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire
I'm just gonna"

"It's not you, it's me." "No it's me" The carousel continues. Tempestuous...this relationship. Maybe you more than I. Maybe I more than you. Can't leave. It hurts to stretch away. Eventually leave. Try and cut the string when numb. You're telling me to come back. I hear the sincerity in your voice. But I can't do it again. I won't.

I love the way you lie...
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