Graduation Seminar

This post is for blogging purposes.

I’m two days away from becoming an official Communications Engineer and I never thought it would feel this great : )
I can’t wait for the Graduation Ceremony on the 9th of July, 2009 where I’d hold my degree in my hand and such…
Five PSUT years… wow, it still feels like yesterday with it’s hard and easy times, with it’s goods and bads.. with the shitty people you meet and don’t realize how they suck up until the discussion day LOL and the great people you meet and realize how sweet and amazing they are….
Not to mention the doctors you enjoy and the doctors you don’t enjoy, the funny moments in class, off lectures and everything… I enjoyed PSUT in every semester, and I’m just happy and proud about everything I did and accomplished at PSUT..
I’d like to remember certain names for memory sakes…
Zaid Malkosh, he’s been my number one eversince 2nd year, loves truly, cares truly and respects truly.
Ghaith Tarawneh, I’m sure he’s gonna hate me saying that about him, but this guy is someone you owe tremendous respect for, he got recommendations from his passed away uncle to take care of me based on previous family relations and eversince a word of request from my side is a done case at his. Even at times when I shy requesting things without him knowing, he checks on me, and for my graduation project not just that he did most of the things he called me a day before the discussion from UK to make sure I know where I am!! Unbelievable.
Fadia El Issa… I just love this girl, she loves all people and helps all people and is happy with all people, I hate those people who take others for masale7, they get on my nerves, this girl is the exact opposite:D
Emad abu Zahra, Ramz Rabadi, are two great souls : )
I’m gonna miss Ma3en and his Kick ass boxing techniques… he’s such a Mr. Bean.
Yazan Hyari, I’m not close to this guy but just on the last ten days of school he showed me in my face that judging people without knowing them is such a friendship killer! He’s such an amazing loving person, unbelievable and I have been not giving him a chance of even hi bye for no good reason, just cuz I’m naïve.
I’m trying to remember all those people who left good impressions with me, so I’d read that a few months or years from now:)
I’m proud with my Graduation project, especially cuz it carries a dear cause to me, and after the discussion I was happy with how things went, although I’m not expecting more than a B from the jury, cuz our jury wasn’t the easy going ones, to me they were the horror jury but with that, it felt great at my side… I liked it when Dr. Qarraleh came in to attend the presentation I don’t know I felt that he was interested in knowing what we have to present….

UMDS- Unmanned Mine Detection System, is my simple naïve contribution to the mine community, Mine Victims and to the soul of my father….

I was happy with all those who waited for me to come out from the closed-door seminar, with all their hearts, with leaving work to attend, with calling me from their far away countries, or from behind their office doors…. I LOVE YOU ALL : )

Milad...

You should smile inside your heart after this post
He is my eldest brother, and I don't talk much about him for so many reasons.
He and I do not meet in any thoughts, minds, reactions, interests or behaviors but we share blood, looks, attitudes and love. A weird love relation I must say and trust me on that :)November 1st, 2008.. this day is a day we won't forget... and it's funny how the first of a month is an eventful day for Milad.
I woke up at 5 am at mom's worried tone, and it was in it's place, because Milad didn't come back home and we got a call from the one and only Prince Hamza Hospital informing us that Milad and Waseem (my cousin) had a serious car accident that we need to go to the hospital to check on their state but and i quote "are still alive". I was on the phone with the Hospital's operator!November 1st was a serious day for us, and we relate much of our events as before and after this day.

Milad had internal bleeding, a broken bone of the thigh, a minor bone fracture in the spine, severe 3rd, 2nd and 1st degree burns and consequent multiple operations. My cousin stayed for a week at the hospital after a one operation immediately after the accident for severe internal bleeding around the stomach lining but Milad stayed for 17 days at the staggering number one theft institute also known as: The Arab Medical Center (A long post to come about that alone). My brother was the cause of the accident, speeding in a 4x4 Trail blazer, kick down, a speed bump and a tilting angle of the street along where the Regency Palace is.. to the point that according to what people told us, the accident was reported in the next morning on Mohammad Wakeel's radio talk show without names.
after the 17days of hospital, he made it home but he needed time to regain his ability to walk and much more time for the burns to heal and reveal some healthy skin again, the whole thing took about the three months from November to ends of January.Many things got postponed with Milad's accident, and many things came up to postpone many things, one of the majors is His own wedding... He got engaged last summer and the wedding took place just two days ago surprisingly enough on the FIRST of may. It really felt bitter sweet, on his bachelor's party and the traditional shower of the groom, the boys hit Marwan (my younger brother) more than they did Milad sympathizing with the remains of his burns and his leg. he wasn't allowed to dance dabkeh or anything that requires stepping on his feet or to be carried on the back of someone (although that they did do). His burns are pretty much itchy and it was funny how he managed not to scratch but once during the wedding ceremony at church, and he stiffed up and walked without limping down the aisle... it was such a blessing from God to see him walk and alive and married after such prolonged suffering days.what was tiring the much more is how things accumulated after the accident, three months of home nursing, a very close cousin of my dad at an early age died from cancerous kill in a heart breaking situation, followed by my grandfather's death followed by marwan's -although it's minor- appendix removal surgery... we weren't' given a break... and the wedding was our little happy time out... with relatives and friends flying from sweden, canada and america to attend the wedding and our house looking like a small family run-ned hotel, it was for the first time in a while that this little house had alot of people coming for a happy occasion, and you bet it felt amazingly like a smile from the heart ...

Mabrook Milad!

25/4/1989

to your memory ...

On Easter:)

So I had to go to school on Easter's Sunday to meet up in the Projects' Lab.

On the hallways of PSUT, I ran by a university buddy with a Ma3ay6a last name,

so he tells me: Il masee7 kam 

i reply back: 7akan kam

While he was talking to me, i was on the phone so i asked him a "why are you at school?" and didn't focus while he was replying, so after i hung up, i ask again...

janabi: lesh mdawem?

Z: lesh inti mdawmeh?

Janabi: well, i have to work on my graduation project, inta?

Z: ana moslem

LOL, I then realized that Ma3ay3a is the Christian last name of what i thought was Ma3ay6a..

yuppy, this is the naive post of the day...

anyhow.. Happy Easter Everyone:)

although we didn't dye eggs, and we're officially msh m3aydeh, it still feels like Easter with a great Easter Sunday:) 

ma3 inni 5aba6et il seyara:(

this really feels like ranting, and ranting!!

bas ana ma 5aba6et, wa7ad w ana safeh 3al ishara 5aba6ni, how for the love of SIGHT did he not see the lights RED and all the CARS that are not moving like mine (alot of them) did he just decide to press his benzene pedal HARD to hit me WELL:(:(

Happy Easter and I'll go...

Ghadeer enjoy the read:) 

Goodbye house

In just two days things have drastically changed.. I was raised in this house, and lived all of my twenty three years in it. Not once changed.
I shared a room with my brother once, sister once, brother once, ellen once, and alone for a long beautiful time.. It doesn't exist anymore. A milestone in my simple life, a new house.

Change is good, it's always good but I loved our little place in this world and it suddenly feels sad.

We didn't go much away, just to the beneath ground house hopefully with a view later after the makeover, a good place for my mom's old days, a place were grandma can come to as it doesn't require the old stairs..

This is just a little goodbye note for the house I have long long lived in as it was torn down today for makeover before my brother gets married in it.

-- Post From My iPhone

jiddo

It's so cold and so ugly..

sorry for the continuos death posts on my blog... but i don't care for the apology.. death to the loved ones happens on its time, not mine or yours so live with it or do not read..

it's my jiddo..

as i sit here in our house, alone, as they left to sweden to attend the funeral... while i am here, crying with the pictures i received... cold and detached...

jiddo ibrahim died. during the day you see me out and about, and when i receive an email or a call or a zipped file with the pictures or whatever.. i realize that somewhere in the far cold land they were busy burying my grandfather...

Allah yer7amak jiddo...

Restaurant Policies Part II

7. I get it when a coffee place is like Che Che and delivers hubbly bubbly
but i do not get it how a westernized place like Java u offers hubbly bubblies!!

8. It's so freaking hard to find a genuine coffee place that can be peacefull and quite and is a non smoking one!! they're all freaking so well established for commercial reasons... money money money

9. the only place that's smoke free is starbucks and i love starbucks but it's internet is not free

10. I hate gloria jeans... it's a place where you can go and see artifical fog creation from the tremendous amount of heavy smokers.

11. I hate second cup, the employees think that they speak english better than mine as i was busy on the phone and didn't hear him say regular / skimmed so he assumed i don't know what skimmed means... oh and he's so persistent that i order something more than just a coffee... a water bottle with it right? (back to the freaking water bottle), a cupcake? something please i beg you something plus the coffee!!! he should've added...

12. I hate more places, i'll point them out later...

13. Does anyone around here know how to make Iced latte vanilla flavored like the one Ghadeer and i used to get from the central train station in stockholm:(

14. I wonder if i should start with the cover charge issue, Roba already tackled that once a upon a restaurant story, but a little note in here... Mejana decides to create a cover charge just on thursdays, a 7 plus plus as the waiter says, which literally means a 10 jd minimum... i'm sure he can't pronounce 10 jds, a 7++ is easier.


to be continued..

Restaurant Policies in Jordan

what i don't get it about restaurant policies in Jordan...


1. why do they assume i want to pay extra money for a water bottle i didn't ask for when i ordered?

do they think I'm a fool that can't stand up and say: no thanks no water for me
or do they think that when I'm thirsty i can't ask for water?

i mean, if they put it for free then fine, put me water, it's a life necessity but do not dare fool me with it..

this involves: che che, Houston's, Jafra and when i remember i'll point more.

2. Why are they so eager to clean up ash trays while people are still eating their food, i mean i don't think someone will want his ash tray checked every 2 minutes for a tissue or a tissue.

3. Why is the waiter dying to take your plate off your table the moment you put the fork down? even when it's not finished?

4. Is it so necessary that they take the glass of drink you ordered before the main course so you won't be bothered with the space on the table?

5. Does the waiter really need to look at your food every two seconds to make sure e7m yeah that everything is ok..

6. and they're always so darn fast bringing the receipt.. and so darn slow bringing the change back : )



My thank you note:
I decided to thank someone everyday, or to try to remember to thank someone everyday... I'm sure each one of us encounters a good act through a 24 hour so I'm trying to be a good person, a pessimist and all those good things I'm as any one (or hopefully) wants to become to live faith in acts yeah lubna right...

Today's thank you note goes back to two days ago when i first decided to write my thank you notes...

it goes to Mr. Khaleel il Shobaki

he works at Al Rai and i went to him to put my grandpa's obituary, the man opened a discussion with me, typed it out and was very sweet for a first time meet up. As i was leaving the conversation went like:
janabi: shokran 3amo
him: 3afwan
janabi: 3anjad shokran: )
him: la2 3anjad 3afwan

I know i looked stupid, but i really wanted to emphasize that i want to thank you not just say it random, and he meant it as well.

i loved that and my first thank you goes to him: )

My dream's day reply!

Wow!! I never had something similar.. My dream, my prayers earlier on the dawn of today were for jiddo, three hours ago we got the news that he passed away.

-- Post From My iPhone

A dream!

It woke me up; spasmed.. paralyzed.. fighting to break free, to open my eyes and discover whom I thought I've seen.

Can it be true? How powerful is the dream that tentions you to your position and wakes you up from your sleep! How scary it is when it's ugly, disgusting, and soul killing if it was real!

It's three thirty and two minutes on the morning to my clock. I drank water, downloaded the holy bible to my iPhone, is tense, is irritated, and suffering of multiple sneeze syndrom of last night's crowded argeeleh place... Why dream:@

-- Post From My iPhone

On Ellen's email

i have a family. that is shattered around the globe. a mother in sweden and a sister in uk... the rest are in jordan.

i have a mother who keeps asking about me and loves me and doesn't want to be away from me and follows me even when I'm not around

i have a sister although married and expecting a baby and swamped with the busy life in uk doesn't stop missing talking to me and checking on me and talks to me just like she is in her room in her bed and I'm laying next to her.

i have a mother who keeps on trying to make me feel like nothing changed, like i still have the love and support and emotions she used to fulfill when she was here,

she still wants to support me financially when i need and when i don't need.. just to support me and just make me feel that she gives me

I have a huge tremendous gap of feelings that no one can fill and every now and then reality keeps on reminding me how hard it is to really miss someone, love someone and leave someone.

to you... ellen and joanna ..

Stupidity

Don't you like to just write sometimes?
it's funny that it's me saying that putting in mind I haven't wrote in a while... I really miss it.

I miss my blog alot, and nothing I can do to get over this problem. wow what a big problem..

It's also funny that I'm saying that because I do think that I have bigger problems that this one LOL and still I am just complaining about only this ..

I've been feeling stupid for the last two days, I don't know why.. actually I think I do. I asked a friend to ask me questions so I won't feel stupid anymore. He asks: Lubna, what's one third of thirty? I was like, iff don't give me hard ones. A second after I realized my stupidity. My point was to prove that I am stupid and the experiment proved true.

School starts again tomorrow, it's my last semester at PSUT and then i'll graduate with a bachelors degree in communications engineering. My graduation project is due discussion in May and I'm having adrenaline rush every now and then. The idea of the project was something I came up with last year and ever since then I've been holding very high dreams and out of bounds ideas. My colleague and I started research last semester, we contacted two organizations for funds, apparently alot are into what we're tackling as an issue but they all realize the difficulty due to the many field variables included. We squeezed our dreams into a little prototype reality that if -hopefully- works, we'll get the real big thing.

The project is focusing on Mine detection in Jordan. Human lives are not things to risk and my personal objective is to not lose any human live by another human being's mistake. A de-miner should not die while in the fields, A little kid of the jordan valley should not die while playing football on not-well-shielded fields, a man should not die driving his car on mine fields unaware of the hidden.

I ain't solving the problem, nor is my colleague nor is our project, we're simply putting a hand into something that needs focus, even if we failed, even if the system proved a 1% efficiency, it's a trial, and trials no matter how many should succeed or reach solutions somehow...

LOL you can quote my philosophical points up there. Next semester here I come, May here I come, and Mine Fields yalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


ps. God let me live till then, I don't want people reading my blog see the enthusiasm I have here that will end up with me dying before reaching it :P