I Fooled My Lecturer

i really did fool my EFAP lecturer,

i pretended i was receiving a phone call in the middle of the lecture and went out.
the funny thing is i never got back to class but went on a fish trip,
organized by my former office mates.

as a whole the trip was fun and we had our dinner at BANDOS.
there was all sorts of things including BODU BERU.
it felt good to be with them after so long.
i still miss my old office.
i cannot kiss away the memories ever.

what else? um studies dho..
i hate the way our classes are arranged.
it is only for the convenience of lecturers.
our betterment is not concerned in allocating our classes.
but there is no tribunal to go to complain.

gnt.

Damn! Spare My Life

i really felt like begging tonight.
in fact i did just that deep in my heart.

i was walking along Majeedhee Magu just now.
and then i came across this gang run by someone i know.
we talked about our life and he asked for a coffee.
i refused saying i can't cause i really was in a tight spot.
imagine all those gangsters hovering me and i being surrounded by those thugs.

damn, i wish this is a dream.
but this is the very truth to its core.
i had no other way except to give in to their demands.
their demand of a 'coffee-bovene-varah-laari',
which turned to be mrf 100.00

thank god i am not carrying my phone these days.
thank god i was not wearing my underwear tonight..:P
(god knows they might have asked for that even)

whatever it is, this is becoming a burden for me.
burden for ppl like me to walk along the road with peace.
we all are supposed to be respecting the other ones' interests.
in this case, even if i am their friend, what abt my interests?

is there any court which could serve justice for this very case?
certainly there is not.

Back to Studies

i am back to studies again...

after the long three months of break...
a boring break which i really hated,
for every minute counts to reach my self-destined port.

back to those long lectures and bulky notes.
back to noisy environment of 'trying-to-be-macho-man'

i had my GPL II today and the teacher rocks.
he seems to be bit serious bt firm on his techniques.
he askd us to BE lawyers. act like lawyers. and dress like them.
crap... ekm salhi gotheh ige.. i dnt mind doin so..
i decided i wil like him..:P

and kada vaa thing is they are goin to sustain a formal dress-code o..
we mite be askd to wear tie and thro away our casual dresses..
i wil have to buy another wardrobe of 'official clothes'

and damn.. too many referin to do.. and it's for the next class which is on tomo.
bt i wil cope..
nothin wil stop me..
nothin really can.
i m determined.

Tail 'LUN'

See that tail over there?

Nice huh?

I was wondering why youngsters are so fond of having a ‘tail’ like that these days.

I guess its part of the changing fashion.

Frankly, hama we have to say OBI.

I mean I will say so. For me it is and I only can wish.

‘Dear Fairy! Where are you.. Where are you..

Please, please grant me this one wish and provide me with a tail

when I woke up tomorrow morning. Please!’

Ok ok! For some it might not be so.

Like my mom and family.

For them having such a thing is like ‘going into a wrong territory’.

I guess it is ok.

Opinions and attitudes are bound to be different.

No complains whatsoever.

Except that I cannot be having that for the very reason.

And I am ‘mahuroom’ from TAIL ‘LUN’

……....sigh…………

The only possible way for me to have that would be over my relatives’ dead bodies.

Even then they would haunt me in my dreams.

<<<>>>thanks EDM for snapping EDY'S this pic<<<>>>

Think BIG

First let me thank David J. Schwartz, Ph. D,
for writing long but chewable books like 'The Magic of Thinking Big'
It is a real soul-mate for people who stagger on and hold back due some influence,
be it an emotional like a break-up,
health issue like having going through diabetics
and even big but inevitable family issues.

During our blossoming childhood, we all were carefree
and really 'mind-free' from all those craps the world has to offer.
For instance ask a child what would he/she become.
The ultimate and instant answer would be some big time high profession
which we as elder people tend to be astonished of.
Not that we are disappointed of what our children dream.
But because we have been failures of doing the same or alike.
Because we used to have the same 'egos' when we were child.
Yet in the long run we failed.

No body dare to ask ourselves why we failed.
That is the think point I am trying to emphasize here.
Why did we fail.
Why cannot we pursue our long time dream.
Why cannot we become what we wanted to be.

The truth is always bitter, right?

Nevertheless, you would have to face it at one time.
At one time you would be buried in your own guilt.
Believe me ignorance is not a bliss.
You might as well face it now.

You failed because you FAILED to BELIEVE in yourself.
Think back and think hard.
Admit it, You held back.
You thought you cannot do it.
You thought you are too weak to do it.
You thought you lack the intelligence.
Dammit, you thought others are better.
and that is how and why you failed.

Now I know there is nothing that stands between me and my dream.
I becoming a great lawyer like Husnu Suood.
Like Mohamed Nasheed.
Like Dr. Munawwar or Dr. Hassan Saeed and alike.

According to him, they are not 'super-intelligent nor super-perspective
nor super-anything else except super-confident.'

I will quote him again,
'It is well to respect the leader.
Learn from him.
Observe him. Study him.
BUT DO NOT WORSHIP HIM'

Believe in yourself and you will have what you want.
That is the morale.

Sorry for the long post.

Twisted

Dear varah bodah lobivaa mi alhage blogah..
Vedhumaai shukuraai dhen ves huri echchakun salam krameve.

I am always telling you how weird my family is.
There really is no time to get bored.
There is always a new series of tackling events going on.
Serious events full of tragedy.
I guess this will be a new twist to it.

Yesterday around 1pm, all our phones were busy discussing a matter which just cropped up.
It was regarding my cousin, Fitey.
He is studying at our stupid island.
Now he is in 10th grade, about to finish his o'level.

He and his dad never get along.
Don't ask me why.
That remains a mystery.
His dad scolds him every now and then and they hardly talk to each other.
His dad seems to have a rough way of advising him anytime he creates a mess.
Believe me, his dad's attitude towards him affects him mentally and this has a negative impact on his behavior.

Through out these evolving, he becomes involved with drug addicts and he is labeled as a bad boy.
He, himself is a gangster and that's how he got the elite name of 'FITEY'

I blame all his 'degrees' on his dad. I take it that his dad has to get all the credits of his bad behavior. Not that he does not has a responsibility role there.
He was never shown any care or love towards him by his family and especially his dad.
Most of the time he was not even considered while buying new clothes for occasions like eid.
He has to depend on what we give.

I personally give him all my new clothes and I do transfer him credits to his mobile when he asks for it.
Unlike his parents, I understand what kind of situation he is trapped in.
It's about time he choose some side.
I don't want him end up being a drug addict.
Even if I can't give money, I help him as much as I can.

Hm.. Back to today's twist dho.

He threw something on to roadside and that thing hit a pickup.
This created a scene and he got suspended for 5 days.
I guess that is far better a penalty than getting expelled.
And this time he was about to get expelled.

After this, his dad ordered him out of his house and disinherited him.
Worse, his mom was warned if she offers him anything in anyway she should expect to get a divorce.
She has 3 children to raise including one infant.
Out of desperation she called my sis currently in male'.
He was left to be hungry till then.
We could not do anything then and there.
We are miles away.
Only our big bro is there and by then he too was gone to fishing.
Our house was 'bodu thalhu alhuvafa'.

We called one person after the other, to ask to offer him food just till sis can get back there.
Now things are getting cool and he is staying with my big bro.
He is being treated just like when he was treated when he was a child.

Lets hope he keeps to his good track this time.

I await for another event of things tomorrow.

With lots of ummeeex...
Mage blog ge veri kaleyge:)

'Did He Piss?!'

Yeah, it really was a good question to ask me last night.
Did I piss myself on the way out?
I went in to that coffee shop neat and clean.

And that question can bug anyone who saw me getting out.
Almost hiding from the public.

Thank god it was near my house.
Or else I do not know what I would do.
I could have bought a bottle of water and poured all over my body.:P

Anyways, it's nothing really.
At least I did not held my buddy yatte accountable for accidentally splashing water over my private parts:P
Even though I felt bit embarrassed all the way till I gpt home.

That embarrassment is nothing compared to the happiness I felt after seeing him that long.
It was like a real reunion after my 12th grade.

Hell, no. I didn't piss.
But it's true I got little bit pissed.

PS. tat aint me there on the above foto.
i jst searched the google and thats the best i could come up with.
But, DID HE ONLY PISS OR ARE THERE MORE TO IT?
obsrve carefully and decide

First Learn How to Advise!

I have tried and tried.
Came here with a sensational story to scribble.

But now I am all empty.
Too many bugs inside me.
Can't help myself.

Except to let go.
I guess I will have to get back and try again.
Not now.
Maybe not tomorrow.

My blog is becoming too much of a public place.
Now I can't share what is in my heart with my blog any longer.
One solution lies - Stop blogging and take a break.
Yet have not decided on this one.
Time will tell.

Even if that happens my blog will forgive me.

x-ummeexxx-x

NB. The above title is the actual post's title which I tried to write.

My New 'No-Hair' Cut

I shaved my head today.
I look like a real mad man just out of prison.
I am sorry i do not have a REAL pic of mine to upload.
Pity I am too 'fageeru' to spell out 'camera'. keke

This seems to attract too many people.
The last thing I would want is that.
I mean, I was happy the way I am.
I am better without people staring at me.
Now it is like, I have been ridden of my privacy.
Can not walk on the road without people's stares.
Can not go anywhere without people joking about my 'no-more-hair' situation.
Anyways, that is the last thing I would care about.
I do not give a damn as to what others say or think about me.
Damn right! I will do what I feel is right and when I feel is right.
If any 1 got a problem with that, well, to hell with them.

It is my life.
Only I have the right to choose.
And ONLY I will run it.

Can I Not Rest My Mind Even In My Sleep?

I came home after 10hours 'out', just after midnight.
After 'thaayyaa jehemu' and ready to hit the bed.
I called my sis on the way home to find out if she was on duty.
I wish I had not called up to hear the news that I would be getting a 'good' scolding.
Obviously I lapsed something and now is the time to face the music.

At home my brother-in-law added some more to it by informing me about the high-court's refusal of our case against the island court.
Now that I mentioned the case, I have to say the judicial system of the Maldives is completely flawed and is being manipulated by the people holding the power.
It's being same in the past and even now it is worse with the current president.
The present counselor for our stupid island deliberately took law into his own hand and abused his power.
My mom and sis's rights on their parents' inheritance were nullified and being handed over to their own brother.. To that brother alone.
The background details about this very case is much more sophisticated to discuss here..
So I would rather skip it.
But I can tell, it really is a travesty to justice.

This takes my determination and devotion strong towards field of law.

Oops! I forgot the title of my post and I am going way off the topic.
Hell Yeah!
I can't rest my mind even in my sleep with these mind-clotting series of real time dramas.
Forget about the music which is about to come. Gotta think about this and think fast.

PS. this post was written at 0230am yesterday night. apparently i was up reading an old story called 'Haathim kaleygefanuge vahaka'. more like alifu laila.