Bias Much?

This morning in my economics lecture, the professor discussed The Great Depression and how it shaped modern Canada. He said that although factories were ready to produce goods, they were empty due to high unemployment. He mentioned how workers marched outside of the factories, and even though they wanted to work, nobody would hire them. My professor labeled this phenomenon as the Paradox of the Depression.

He then went on to talk about how certain conspiracy theories arose in order to explain this phenomenon. At this point, he somewhat digressed and began to talk about modern conspiracy theories. He mentions 9/11, and says that even though the Muslims were responsible for 9/11, one conspiracy suggests that the CIA was behind it.

Um, wait, did he just say, Muslims were responsible for 9/11?

Ok, granted, the people who claimed responsibility for 9/11 were Muslim. Whether or not they were good Muslims is questionable. But, I couldn't help but feel the need to interject during this lecture and give my professor a piece of my mind.

But I didn't. This man does have my final grade in the course in his hands after all. I thought about it, but couldn't think of a way to phrase my thoughts, um... nicely.

Ok, but let's say, for some strange reason, I happen to own a gun with bullets, and I decide to shoot a tree. I'm sure the news reports would have a headline that says, Muslim Girl Shoots a Tree. But I'm sure if my professor shot the tree, the headlines wouldn't say, Jewish Guy Shoots a Tree. When was the last time you read someone in the news being identified by their religion when they aren't Muslim? Rather, the newspaper headline would probably read: Man Shoots a Tree.

Um, bias much?

Weird Websites on the Internet

Sorry about the lack of updates... a lot of you complained lol. But if nobody comments then I assume nobody reads this thing so if you do, please comment!

So one of my courses is coming to a wrap and I've been attempting to prepare for the final. Unfortunately, there's this thing called the Internet that tends to get in the way of the studying process.

I came across this one website while procrastinating.


Basically, some guy decided to take imprints of the bottom of his mousepad on to a blank piece of paper to see wth it looks like. What I found the most amusing about this was the fact that the guy made it sound as if it's perfectly normal through his verbose description:

By switching a typical mousepad with a sheet of paper, I am able to collect an echo of my computer use over the course of a few months. The resulting drawing embodies both a warm earthy tone while also being indicative of the filth one accumulates through prolonged use of technology.

After finding this website, I decided to Google: "Weirdest sites on the Internet" and this is what I came across: The End of the Internet.

The End of the Internet

Congratulations! This is the last page.

Thank you for visiting the End of the Internet. There are no more links.

You must now turn off your computer and go do something productive.

Go read a book, for pete's sake.

I think I just got owned by the Internet.

On the GO Train with Smelly Meat and Michael Jackson

To be honest, I had consciously planned to not write a piece about Michael Jackson because I felt like I didn't want to contribute to the already existent chaos that the media has brought upon the situation. However, an encounter I had this morning made me rethink otherwise and I thought it would be worth sharing what had happened.

As I was riding the train to school today, an old man, who deemed himself as a physically disabled person (though if you ask me, I would have deemed him as clinically insane), took a seat beside a young woman. Their seats were directly parallel to mine, with the aisle separated between us. The old man began to speak to himself loudly, while carrying a bag of meat, which had a scent that wreaked the entire train cart. I was barely able to listen to the lecture on my iPod because of the old man's bickering, even with the volume turned up all the way. I decided to turn it off, but left my headphones in my ears.

The old man began to say the weirdest things and jumped from one subject to another, without making any logical sense whatsoever. He first began talking about the Jackson family, referring to the family as Negroes. He then began talking about how he received a $700 tax return from the government, and told us that he would allocate his return the following way: $400 to him and $300 for the "Negro" Michael Jackson.

Then, he randomly screams, "SADDAM HUSSEIN" and "Damn Muslims." I stared at the seat in front of me, pretending to listen to my iPod. The woman sitting in front of me turned around and looked at me. I raise my eyebrows and she rolls her eyes in the old man's direction and turns back around. He then proceeded to "speak" to someone on his cellphone (his hearing aid) and the people sitting around him on the train laughed. I wasn't sure if I should have been ridiculously pissed off at him for his racism, or if I should have felt sorry for him.

Regardless, the trains engine failed because the Go Train sucks. The announcement given by the customer service adviser said that it would take a while for the engine to be repaired. I either could have waited for the train to arrive at my stop along with this crazed old, racist man holding a smelly bag of meat, or get off the train and figure out how to get to school using the subway. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the latter decision is the better choice, and that's what I did.

If there's one thing I learned from this experience, it's that celebrity deaths have a profound effect on some peoples lives. Who knows why, but it just does, so much so that old men will fantasize strange stories involving themselves and the celebrities engaging in financial transactions. I wish I had some sort of wisdom to share with you, but I really don't. Celebrity obsessions are a dangerous thing and racism, a lot more so. I think what I had experienced today has unfortunately left me with a little less hope for humanity, and I could only wish that the current generation could eliminate this sort of racist mentality that still, quite shockingly, exists in our present day.

The Stubborn Searcher

So the other day I was at my university's bookstore buying a book for one of the courses that I'm taking in the summer. Now I don't know about you, but for some reason I would rather spends hours upon hours looking for the book, or any item in a store, by myself, rather than asking someone to help me out with it. This book in particular was something that I wanted to find on my own because the title of the book was, How to Read a Book. I feared the conversation that would go down if I had to ask someone where this book was.

So I'm aimlessly walking around the bookstore for a while now, and a man approaches me and asks, "Are you looking for something?"

Me: Yeah, I'm looking for a book for my professional writing course...
Man: What's it called?
Me: Umm... it's for my class... WRI324. Or 352. I can't remember which one.
Man: Do you know the title of the book?
Me: Umm... How to Read a Book? Or something...
Man: Oh...

So the guy walks up to this shelf and finds the book for me.

Man: Are you sure this is the book?
Me: -_- Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

Now the dude is looking up the course code on the computer.

Man: This book is for WRI352.
Me: Yeah, yeah, this is the one. I couldn't remember the course code but I know this is the right book.
Man: Okay... *insert the look you give stupid people here*

And this is why I'd rather spend hours finding the book myself rather than speaking to people. :)

How to Deal with Randoms on Facebook

I find it odd that despite the privacy settings I set on Facebook, I am still receiving strange friend requests.

Random #1: People who pretend like they know you.


Random #2: Creepy, but "nice" people who want to be your friend.


Random #3: People who want your "fr8dship." Whatever that means.


Alright creepos! I've finally figured out how to deal with y'all imbeciles.

So You Think Your Life Sucks?

The next time you think your life sucks, head on over to fmylife.com and read of others misery!

Today, my phone rang for the first time in four days. It was my mom. She dialed the wrong number. FML

Today, on the crowded train, a cute guy called me over and told me to stand next to him because there were less people there. We started talking, but he left before I could get his number. Just when I was about to tell my friends about it, I find out that he stole my phone. FML

Today, I was volunteering at a nursing home and I was calling bingo numbers. And one woman stood up and started making noises, I assumed she had won and I started clapping. She then fell on the floor and died of a heart attack. I essentially applauded her death. FML

Today, I sold my car for cash. Then, I rode a borrowed bike to the bank to deposit it. When I got to the bank, I didn't have the envelope, and I realized I had dropped an unmarked envelope with over 2500 dollars in cash on the ground in a sketchy, sketchy area. Now I have no car, and no money. FML

Today, I handed my PhD dissertation, which I have spent the past year researching and writing full-time. Last night, my roommate set an autocorrect on Word that changed "neither" to "nigger." I didn't notice until after I handed it in. My professor is black. FML

The World is a Stalker

So you think you're a stalker because you creep your friends or people you don't even know on Facebook? Psh. Facebook stalking is for amateurs. If you really want to stalk, get into the stuff that the nerds at Google have to offer.

Google Latitude allows your friends to be able to know where you are. Yep, that's right... instead of going through the trouble of trying to figure out where people are, why not just tell them? Life's so much more easier this way, don't you think? So the next time your friend is late to a meeting, and they tell you they were stuck in traffic, you can hit up Google Latitude and see whether or not they're lying. Because stalking beats honesty. Always.

Google Street View lets you view the world at ground level. That's right, you can pretty much creep your local streets from the comfort of your own home, without stepping outside. So the next time you plan to commit a crime or something, perhaps you should think twice because Google Street View is watching you.


Now with technology like this, you can't help but be a little paranoid (stuff in grey is said by me).

"Do you want to buy books from Amazon? I need to spend 20 more dollars to get free shipping."
"OK!!!"
"But you have to pay for the books yourself."
"Why can't you pay?"
"Because."
"Why don't you go to Chapters and buy them or something?"
"I'm boycotting Chapters."
"Why?"
"Umm, can't say. I think my car is tapped."
"LOL."
"It probably is. I'm sure my 407 transponder is too."
"Umm... ok. LOL. HI GOVERNMENT!!!"

A Letter I Secretly Desire to Send to the MSA

Dear Users of the Sister's Prayer Room,

May I kindly request the following from you:

1. I don't care if you sleep in the prayer room. However, if you do happen to snore in your sleep, then do not sleep in the prayer room. People like me will not be able to concentrate on their prayer while you sleep. People like me will also record your incessant snoring on their cell phone. People like me wish that your snoring could actually be recorded, sufficient enough to hear on their cell phone. People like YOU should be thankful that people like me have crappy cell phones with crappy sound recorders. To the sister who snores in the prayer room, I understand it may have been a tough day at school for you, but please, find another place to pass out. Thanks.


2. Do not talk while I am praying. There are other places on campus where you may speak freely. The cafeteria. The halls. The bathroom. Please don't talk while I am trying to pray. Please don't talk about how Reviving the Islamic Spirit is too Sufi and we all shouldn't go because our aqeedah will be weakened. Please don't talk about how all of the lecturers at RIS will go to Hell for misleading our generation and not conveying the true message of Islam. Perhaps if I were able to concentrate on my prayer, I could fulfill a fundamental component of Islam... you know, prayer. Yeah. Thanks.


3. Please don't NOT talk while I'm praying. Contradictory, I know.
   
   Sister #1 and #2 are having a conversation with each other. I walk into the prayer room. Sister #1 and #2 stare blankly at my face.
   
   Me: ...=D! *takes off shoes*
   Sister #1: Assalamu Alaikum.
   Me: Walaikum Assalam.
   
   Soo... as I walk towards the prayer mats, I can sense these two sisters staring at the back of my head. I begin to pray... and I hear nothing. Silence. It's all I ever wanted. Or was it?
   
   Me: Why aren't they talking? Are they looking at me? Is my hair showing? Do they think my pants are too tight? They must think my pants are too tight. Why aren't they talking to each other? Qul a'oothu birabbi annas. Wait, I think I already recited Surah An-Nas. Or did I? Maybe that was Surah Al-Falaq. Wait, which raka'ah am I on? I think I recited Al-Ikhlas and An-Nas or Al-Falaq. So I must be on the second. I think. Or maybe not. DAMNIT. I mean... darn.

Signed,
The sister who's not quite sure what she wants anymore. =\

Reviving the Islamic Spirit - Session 14 and 18

Topics: Spirituality and Radical Reform and Islam and the Spiritual Journey
Speaker: Professor Tariq Ramadan

Tariq Ramadan proposes that we embark on a transformation reform that consists of (1) knowing the principles and (2) knowing ourselves. To reform does not mean to reform Islam, but rather to understand Islam.

How do we do this? We must come back to the fundamentals because the world is constantly changing. When the Prophet (pbuh) traveled from Makkah to Medina, he proposed to the people that they must shift their minds. The people of Makkah are different than those from Medina. Thus, we must reform based on our environment.

Not only do we need to come back to the fundamentals, but also the spirit and confidence of the origin that is the Qur'an. We must not follow Him in a superficial way, but rather to get love, and be loved by Him, for this is the reason why we love. Only with the Qur'an can we change the world.

How do we change the world? We must understand the world. We must go through a liberation process. When we speak about reform, we are not referring to an adaptation reform. This sort of reform implies that we conforming. We do not want to conform, but rather we want to transform, and master the knowledge of the world. The transformation reform must be used if we want to change the world.

Many people say, "I only care about being spiritual, I don't care about religion." There are many people these days who follow modern-day Sufism. More flying, less religion. That is not to say that spirituality is irrelevant. When you proclaim tawhid, you free yourself from your ego, thus ensuring that spirituality is an essential part of the journey towards liberation.

Allah swt tells us that (1) He beautifies our love for sexuality, appearances, money and power, and (2) He made us love faith and beautified it in our hearts. (1) is superficial love because it seems like we love sex, looks, money and power, but really we desire it because they have been beautified. On the other hand, (2) is genuine love because beauty goes beyond love. In general, Tariq Ramadan calls (1) loving desires and (2) loving faith. He tells us to implement this in our daily lives.

Our first perception of freedom is doing what we want. But, are we really sure of what we want, or are people pushing us to love what we love? We must ask ourselves this question. This type of freedom is apparent freedom, and what we want is true freedom, where people follow the correct path. Allah swt says that these are the guided ones.

The goal of the spiritual journey is to become closer to Allah swt. In other words, we must come back to our hearts, like we do when we perform Hajj. Spirituality is also about zikr, the remembrance of Allah swt.

So how does someone liberate themselves in their daily lives? Within this spiritual journey, we need to do three things.

1. We need the intention. We must ask ourselves why we are doing what we're doing.
2. We must know the means we are using to attain the objective. What is the objective? Taqwa. Constant awareness and attempting to be close to Allah swt.
3. Put your faith in action. Engage yourself so that you can be close to the educator.
   

The key to spirituality is discipline. We become disciplined through prayer. However, we must not only pray with our body, but also pray with our mind. We also discipline ourselves in Ramadan. The first twenty days of the month we train our body. The last ten days we train our heart. Don't backbite, remain silent.

Spirituality is one of our biggest crises. People are not confident, or they are scared, and their ethics and principles are in question. How do we resolve this issue? There needs to be a shift in authority, from the negative authority that cannot come in front of the community because they are quick to judge based on their emotions, to a positive authority, that consists of a community of readers, rather than a community of emotions.

The key is contribution, not integration. We must reform with ethics, and speak of universal values: love and sharing, rather than arguing over halal and haraam.

So do not despair or lose hope. Start with yourself, and ask Allah swt for help. Surely He will guide those who seek His guidance to the truth.

Ameen.

Note: If you attended these two lectures and find that some things written here are a little whack, or if you just have no clue what any of the above means, let me know. I tried my best to summarize Tariq Ramadan's two lectures and somehow make the ideas flow with clarity.

Allah knows best.

Back to the old joint.

I am back.

But who knows for how long!

To read entries written from 2007-2008, click here.

Also, if anyone knows how to import Wordpress posts into Blogger, please let me know. :)

New Year's Resolutions: Conclusion

Let's see if I kept true to my New Year's Resolutions.

1. Drink one glass of milk a day

Hah... hah!!! Um, simply put, no. However, I believe I have increased coffee consumption this year, therefore contributing to some success with this goal.

2. Finish reading books started

In my previous entry I have listed Life of Pi, To Kill a Mockingbird, Inkheart and Heart of Darkness. Out of these books, the only one I completed was Heart of Darkness. Do I understand what that book is about? Not at all.

3. Get high on sharpies

Although it was stated that this goal has already been completed, I have been unable to be consistent with this goal throughout the year. I have burned a total of two CD's this year, which leads to minimal use of this toxic substance.

Overall, a very unsuccessful year. I am disappointed in myself. I shall send myself to the corner now. But before I do, I'd like to mention that this will be my last entry, as I am of lazy origins and cannot update even on a monthly basis. Will I return? Perhaps, but not anytime soon.

Off to the corner I go. And I wish everyone a happy new year!

Ramadan Conclusion

A belated eid mubarak to all. Here is a summary of my Ramadan.

1. NO TELEVISION
This didn't go very well. I was at my cousin's and began to watch the news. So the no TV deal lasted for fifteen days. At least I was informed. Ehehe.

2. NO MUSIC
I accomplished this goal, mashaAllah (are you allowed to mA yourself?) This is the first Ramadan where I did not listen to music. And the first song I intentionally listened to after completing this music fast of mine was Clocks by Coldplay, if you were interested in knowing.

3. LEARN STUFF BY READING
Another goal that was accomplished, if you include school into the mix. :P I learned many, many things about Canadian law. Is this knowledge sufficient in everyday life? I will leave that question for you to decide.

Overall, a somewhat successful Ramadan. I strive to do better next time around, inshaAllah, and if I do not, astaghfirAllah!

Ramadan Goals

1. NO TELEVISION
This a usual for me. However, I usually give myself permission to watch one show each week. Either last Ramadan or the one before it, I watched The Apprentice each week. This time it might be House, but I am going to try my best to avoid watching it and read the episode summary online instead.

2. NO MUSIC
This one is always a toughie for me. Last Ramadan I went three weeks without music. InshaAllah this year I will be able to go for the entire month. Instead of music, I will please my ears with nasheeds by Dawud Wharnsby Ali, Sami Yusuf and Raihan. I still need to check out Sound of Reason, which I might do this month.

3. LEARN... STUFF. BY... READING
I felt obligated to add a third goal, and so I add learn stuff by reading. What stuff? Islamic stuff? School stuff? I am not so sure myself. And reading = less computer, which is always a good thing. I guess I'm not doing a great job with this goal already. I think I might need to pay a visit to the local bibliothèque!

Ramadan Mubarak to all, whether you started on Saturday, Sunday or Monday. Why is there contemplation between three days this year? Because us Muzzies like to be complicated like that.

Order

The world we live in strives on order. Even in this paragraph I am typing at the moment. I have stated in my topic sentence, the topic that I will discuss. In these proceeding sentences, I continue to discuss the topic. Once complete, I will wrap up this lovely paragraph with a concluding sentence: Therefore, the world strives on order.

I discovered this while walking to the mailbox to pick up the mail. Simple enough task to be completed, right? So what did it take for the mail to reach this mailbox? So friendly mail (wo)man is at post office, collects mail (let's not get into technicalities, I don't know them myself,) and drives in car. Driving in car. Gas in car. Drive on right hand side. No left turns on red lights. Obey the rules and you won't get a ticket from the police. The police watch you. Don't break the law. Order. Mail(wo)man gets the mail to the mailbox. Little me, walks to this mailbox and picks it up.

So yes. I say, screw order! Let's all skip school, work, wake up at 12 PM and... not brush our teeth!

No? Ok. =(

Summer Woes

I could probably write an essay on the woes of summer but I'll spare you from reading something of the sort, and myself from writing such a hideous piece of work. I shall introduce the three woes of my summer experience thus far, 1. Weddings, 2. Chores, and 3. Summer school.

Weddings are happy-time. However, an excess amount of weddings and/or wedding-related events can grow tiresome quickly. I am also not a big fan of dolki parties, sitting cross-legged on the floor for a long period of time and singing songs to which I am ignorant to the words or their meanings is not a pleasurable experience. However, I must mention that weddings are good, when they consist of good company and food. See, I am not a complete pessimist. :)

On that late June day when I finished school (can you tell I can’t remember the date?), it was a happy day. I frolicked around the house happily, for the completion of exams and exciting summer plans. A couple of hours minutes later, a long list of chores were given to me to complete. Now, how does one avoid washing dishes or mopping the floor on a cool summer day?

You go to summer school. Yes, a month filled with learning one particular subject. I chose to take English. I thought to myself, read one novel, read one silly Shakespeare play, write a few essays and bam! Summer school complete. Though I was most wrong, I have written four essays in these past two weeks (not a substantial amount, but the most I have ever written in the given amount of time), read a Greek tragedy, read Hamlet for the third time (grade eight and eleven, if you do not believe me), and am currently reading a very boring novel entitled Fifth Business.

So you say to me, if you hate weddings, don't go to them. If you don't like doing chores, tell your brother to do them. If you don't like summer school, then don't go! These are simple questions with complex answers, those of which I choose not to respond to. Therefore, I must end this entry at this point, for I have just been told to take out the garbage. I wish you all a woeful fantastic summer.

World Cup Fever

The World Cup brings together people from different backgrounds and different countries. It is most neat to see all the different flags on cars because it displays Canada's unique multiculturalism, which I am most proud to be a part of.

Today was one of the first games I watched in its entirety, Netherlands vs. Portugal. My picks from the beginning of the World Cup were Germany and the Netherlands. Well, you know, team orange lost today so that was most upsetting.

BUT WHAT WAS MORE UPSETTING was the poor sportsmanship shown throughout the second half of the game. Seems like once that first yellow card popped out (by the Russian referee, discreetly mentioned by the British commentators,) the game took a new turn. Yellow card this, red card that. The referees were on fi’ya!

The most upsetting part of the game was when Deco got a red card. WORST CALL EVER. Though I was routing for the Netherlands, Deco sooo didn’t deserve the red card. He was hurt and it hurt me too. =(

Despite the unfortunate efforts of both teams, watching the game has "shined a light" so to say, and made me realize the brilliance of the Portugal team. Therefore, I now say, go Portugal! Deco is the man!

Friday is bad day.

I had the biggest headache on Thursday. So I decided to sleep in and skip 1st period and go to school at 9:30 AM. So I woke up at 8:45 AM and started to get ready. I didn't know what the weather was like, so I assumed it would be warm like yesterday and wore a shirt, but I had to iron it so I did. By the time I was all ready it was 9:30 AM. So I go downstairs and start to cut a bagel. Lo and behold, I cut my finger instead and I start gushing blood. I run upstairs, clean my cut and stick on a band-aid. It's 9:35 AM and so I was like, screw breakfast, I'm going to be late. So I went to school.

Signed in at about 9:42 AM, very late. Physics. Luckily, the class wasn't outside yet. I grab my rocket (we're launching rockets), add in my wadding, and we're outside. Class is almost over and I still haven't launched. Teacher was going to stop at the person two above me on the class list. Luckily, I convinced my teacher to finish off the class list and I got to launch my rocket. It went pretty high this time. But my parachute fell off. So it landed hard. One of my fins broke off and in half. I convince myself it's no big deal, I'll just glue it back together.

Math. Half the class didn't show so our teacher didn't teach the lesson. Went outside to watch lacrosse game. And mother nature decides to be windy. COLD. I'm freezing. I feel even more sick than I already am. My teacher asked if I wanted to go inside and I did.

Accounting. This guy who jumped out of the window yesterday and did un-readable work, is trying to get full credit for the assignment, which I refused to give him. After school, I tried to convince my teacher that we should make our OWN groups but she won't budge. Our accounting class is a teacher's worst nightmare, multiplied by a billion. Kids are always talking, kids are sniffing hot chocolate powder off of desks, stealing 3-4 textbooks daily, you name it, it's happening.

School is over, I'm off to my locker. I'm carrying around 2 textbooks and my rocket in my hands. I have to go to the french room and pick up my essay. I see her come out of the french room and leave. AAHSESDGFSDG (that's me going CRAZY in my head). So I follow her to communications. I catch her, and she hands me the essay.

And for the beautiful cherry to top on the lovely sundae.

I'm walking down the hall. And I slip on the floor. I fall. My stuff is everywhere on the floor. Two of the fins on my rocket are broken. I'm in pain. I'm not bleeding, but I'm in total pain because I landed on my side-ish (I honestly don't remember, but that side of me hurts) and my head hit the floor. A guidance councellor was walking down the hall and stopped to ask if I was okay. I didn't even reply, I was just staring at my rocket. I worked very hard on that rocket, and to see it broken just sucked. He asked if I needed help getting up, but I got up myself. He asked me if he should leave (because clearly I was embarrassed) and he did.

After he left, these kids in the hall were sorta just staring at me. I seriously felt like crying at that moment (not because I was pain, but because of how my day went), but I didn't. One of the girls helps me pick up my stuff.

And I go home! Life sucks!!!!!!

The Apprentice

As long as reality TV exists, this blog will stay alive. Warning: Spoilers ahead.

I just came back from watching The Apprentice. If you know me well, you will know that it doesn't really matter what's going on at the moment or the next day, I will make time to watch this show. However, these days, I'm not so pleased with the going-ons of the show and all.

Last week, Dan was fired from the show. Even though I'm a big fan of Tarek, I think it was his time to be fired. He's messed up too many times, especially since he's some sort of genius "Mensa" guy. However, for some reason, he seemed to survive once again. I'm not happy about Trump's decision of firing Dan at all. At the end of the boardroom portion of the episode, we even saw that Bill wasn't satisfied with the choice either. But hey, if you work for Trump, you've got to nod your head like an obedient child when Trump asks for reassurance, whether you agree with the trumpster or not.

Then comes today episode, where Trump fired Bryce. I instantly became a fan of Bryce watching this episode and hello? He gets fired! In my opinion, he's the most loyal project manager in Apprentice history. He stuck by his team and he made the right choice of bringing in Lenny and Lee. They contributed very little (if not, nothing) to the task, while Charmaine and Tarek, who Trump and co. thinks should have been in the boardroom for their mistakes, did pretty much everything.

Let me ask you something Mr. Trump sir, would you rather have something produced (represented by Charmaine, Tarek and the rest of Gold Rush) or nothing? (Lenny and Lee) Because by firing Bryce, you convey the message that producing nothing would be better. Now, Trump has sent back two airheads with no creativity whatsoever back into the suite. If you weren't able to comprehend Bryce's logic behind his decision of bringing Lenny and Lee into the boardroom, you and Donald Trump are dumb. And for that Mr. Trump and you other dummies, "you're fired!"

Aluminum Foil

Side note: Since updates are not frequent, I am considering closing down my blog. Will notify all of last post when it is posted.

Ever wonder why one side of the aluminum foil is shiny and the other is dull? Why does this occur? Well, I am here to let you know.

There really is no reason why, it is not done intentionally, it is actually due to the manufacturing process of the product.

If you are not satisfied with that answer, and would like to get the most out of your aluminum foil, here are some suggestions.

1. If you want to keep something warm, wrap the item shiny side in. This will reflect the heat and allow it to go back into the item.

2. If you want to keep something cold, wrap the item dull side in. This will allow the heat to be absorbed in the foil and not into the item. Je pense.

Essentially, it really makes no difference. Aluminum is a metal, and metals have similiar physical and chemical properties. Whoo hoo. Let's throw a Reynold's partay.

This is the second time I've turned my homework into a blog entry. I hope you learned something, and if you already knew this, I suggest you lock yourself in a closet. This way, you will know nothing, and I will be able to educate you.

End of Term Report Cards

For some reason, I didn't get many questions about my report card this time around. Despite that, I've decided to show my "skills" and let you in on my marks.


Significance of the numbers
6 355 543 400 - Population of the world. (2003)
6.02 x 10^23 - Avogadro's number.
31 415 923 535 - Pi without the decimal place. (3.1415926535)
1 954 - The year Lord of the Flies was published.

Volunteer update! - I've e-mailed an organization and asked if I could volunteer for them. Another rejection? We shall wait and see.