Randomly Tired II / Culinary Endeavours

I made biryani and badam ki kheer just now even though I still havta complete that report. Ma needed a helping hand so all reports were forgotten.

My head hurts from staring at the screen (I was working in the afternoon on that very same report) as do my shoulders. I want to sleep. My bed with it’s cuddly blanket looks so inviting…

On a positive note, I am glad I am helping so many people with their trousseau issues. Expats find me very knowledgable and creative Maybe the opportunity is ripe for opening an E-Commerce jahez business targeted to expats. If only IBA allows!

On second thought, that bed is irresistible. Maybe a tenny weeny nap wouldn’t hurt

Shabba Khair!

Spent

I feel worn out like that holey pair of sneakers your toe sticks out of. All my energy is lost in that essay (which I’ll probably not win) and my midterms (one of which I’ve already flunked). Sunday’s beach party has tired me out even further. I don’t even want to write any more, blogging is now so been there, done that…

I am not having any fun arranging the bake sale, I don’t even want to participate in the festivities. All I want to do is sleep. My friends are so excited about the Basant theme and I, as Manager, Charity and Welfare Society should boost em up. Instead I just lower their spirits – You know IBA, there’s so much red tape. Don’t think all our ideas will be implemented, specially not the swings, blah blah blah.

I’ve lost my vitality some where on the IBA road. This semester started off so well, I was all rejuvenated by Kami (maybe it was the Pittsfield snow) and my courses were so interesting. Now I am just a diluted version of myself. I flunked Productions and Operations Management, it’s no consolation that so did most of the class. The worse part is that I had felt that I was learning a lot in that course. Same goes for E-Commerce, I feel that I am learning but I don’t have the marks to prove it.

Well, life is SO beyond studies I comfort myself.

It’s the rest of life that’s not going too well either. My bond with Allah Ta’ala is weakened.

The solution: I need to go pray instead of bickering here.