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Ace
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~My Wish List~

{Uni in England}
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~the reflector's past~

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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

not enough choices versus insanity.

I haven't posted for a while (I've had good reasons ba3d.) This past week I've been reading up on professions. And after much head and heart ache. (my poor dad coming into my room I don't know how many times begging me not to waste his money choosing dumb degrees like cario practitioner and physiology, thanks a lot for putting it so nicely, dad) I decided that occupational therapy was the thing for me ( I mean really decided with 100% percent conviction, not like before, when I was like I wanna do ummmm, that therapy thingy it begins with an O, what's it called again?). I know I'm crazy.

So khalas I was so happy told my mum and everything about the job prospects all the wonderful places I could work in and so on, I was over the moon ( I'm trying to imply just how friggin satisfied I was here, understand before you proceed). Theeen, boom what happens I find out that they only have one uni in London that does it, wtf. To say I was depressed was an understatement. I have good reason to want to go to uni in London.

1. All my sis's uni choices are in London and we wanted to be close to each other, seeing we will be away from our family.

2. Almost everyone I know lives in London, family friends my friends and all.

3. London is just London, it rocks period who would want to go somewhere else when you can live there?

4. I'm from London, I lived my whole former life there, it's my home, where half of my history is. I would like it to carry on being that way,
thank you very much.

So now I could only put one uni choice on my UCAS form. I decided that the other would be cardiology, ok cool, not so only one uni in London also, still have four blanks that need filling out. So I chose osteopathy who are also lovingly know as D.O's (yes you guessed it only one uni). Which still leaves three more blanks, so god help in finding something I want to do that will fill them and this time make there be more than one uni in London that offers it. Thank god the other unis can't see what I've chosen they will think I'm a complete luntic, I mean make up your mind for gods sake!

On a complete happier and saner note, I met up with fellow bloggers last week. Wonderful Ash, who is a nice ,sweet and funny as her blog implies (although I was disappointed as she didn't bring her cute daughter) and Jo. Yes people Jo is very nice, wonderfully fun person she is not a bitch and does not hate everyone and whoever got that message from reading her blog needs to go and get a life:S. She also has a wonderful sense in makeup and has me completely converted. I had a wonderful time with them and was time to go home all too soon, it was just so cool to meet with open minded Saudis that I could relate to and I mean properly. Diabz was there too but as she is my forever friend I have nothing new to say about her: p.


7:08 AM
Ace


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Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Things that make a difference.

I went to Carrefour yesterday and was pleasantly surprised to find that they have started an 'Aid Lebanon'. It's wonderful you can buy anything you want and then you go to customer's service and tell them this is for Lebanon and they'll find a way to send it to them.

What was pissing me off though was that my mum went into next to change something and I was sitting right outside of Carrefour for like 15 minutes and didn't see one person giving anything to customer's service and it was pretty busy time. Look I don't like to judge people but all those people that were walking out with trolleys full of shopping and couldn't be bothered to buy a blanket and send to those poor stricken people it's just kinda sad. Sad that we can cry, but that we can't do something as easy as pick up a blanket whilst doing our weekly shopping and send it to those same people. They can't feel our tears; our tears won't feed them, but a case of milk or a bag of rice will, that will count.

P.S: Please everyone who reads this post please spread the word and try to go and buy anything you think appropriate it would make such a difference.


8:30 AM
Ace


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