Dear Prof.

Dear Professor,

When you’ve been teaching applied mathematics for 13 %$#&@ weeks, telling your students not to over write about the existence of integrals but just calculating them, ordering us to only do our homework over and remember our theorems, when you’ve been giving calculus and solving equations or looking for Laurent series form or  Taylor one for a function, when you’ve been all the time just “a professor who’ll teach us the use of some tools we’ll have to use in other materials“, don’t go on blowing everything and destroying all the work I’ve done by %$#&@ doing my homework, learning my lessons and practicing the old tests…Don’t be such a biatch to wander with a smile among the students telling them to write something if “they want at least, the presentation mark”…

Don’t give us a THEORICAL maths’ test: we’re no longer in preparatory classes, you’ve never wanted our “MP mathematical precision” in the classroom, so we don’t owe you a %$#&@ test in a MP style.

You suck,

Orucly, the freaky one of the front you used to ask her to write on the board.

Hey people, do you want to know how  my maths test was -_-…

Don’t get me start on this….

God damned! Just when I thought I will no longer look for extra exercices to do from the internet…And where in the %$#&@ could I find the engineering programs extra-exercices >_<”?

 

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night

A buzz reminded me of this book: according to the top 10 spot in the bestselling books of the decade, “The Curious Incident of The Dog in The Night” is tenth ranked. It surprised me and I was happy about this because I didn’t expect the readers community to have noticed that much this jewel (since nobody gave a wink about it at the library where I used to borrow the book…Which is good for me * I have it all for myself ^~^*)

Author: Mark Haddon

Publisher: Vintage; Later Printing edition (April 1, 2004)

Language: English

Summary: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is a murder mystery novel like no other. The detective, and narrator, is Christopher Boone. Christopher is fifteen and has Asperger’s, a form of autism. He knows a very great deal about maths and very little about human beings. He loves lists, patterns and the truth. He hates the colours yellow and brown and being touched. He has never gone further than the end of the road on his own, but when he finds a neighbour’s dog murdered he sets out on a terrifying journey which will turn his whole world upside down.

So, then?

Obviously, the boys telling the story is autist even though it’s not written anywhere in the book. I really appreciated the way the writer tried to relate the facts from a very particular side of view. I assume he quite succeeded. Besides, the explanations, the maths, the rat, the riddles and the other boys’ stories were charming spices of the story that was greater beyond the expectations I had at the start. I understood the boy, but I didn’t get attached to him. Neither did it “make me cry” and so on…It’s like an acquaintance I appreciate and meet from time to time, have some quiet time with and then leave.

Autism is a subject that attracts me in an odd way and that’s why I first read the book. In the end, the word “Asperger” didn’t stick in my brain and I still consider this book as a deep story that you ought to read.

 

1431

Today is the first Moharram, and thus begins the 1431th Hijri year of the muslim calendar.  No big celebrations (just for those who think about a certain parallelism between the NewYear’s Eve and the First Moharram) except the free day, the quiet streets and the played Andalusi music or Quran…

As for me, it was a happy day I managed to spend in my bed with a dear friend of mine, Meryem: we listened to Dervishes and sufi (one of my latest grooves), we watched “Love Actually” (lovely, lovely, lovely *~*) and we had lunch. She told me about her third year in our Preparatory Classes and I spoke about my engineering school. She showed pictures and I played her some vids. It was so warm to reconnect ^^

Finally, a thing between, I noticed most of the readers of J.C. came here by browsing for “Ramadan”, my post about it is the most read one you may imagine!…So, I’m just curious to know what brings you, dear browser, to look for Ramadan. If there’s any question in your mind, just tell it and I’ll be lovely enough to reply =3

Thank you, people ^^

 

Classmates

It’s the first time I notice some of my classmates are mean and stingy, especially the ones who have already come across by the stuff we’re studying. You sense the fear and the envy in every corner of the classroom and this is making me sick right now….

*Hissing and whining in Gollum’s voice*

Filthy….Filthy..Meaaaaan and stingy mateses…Filthy little stupid classmateses

Pf…Good luck for them then…

 

A “conference”

That evening, the computer prog. club had organised a conference about Neuroinformatics . Sounded interesting so I went there with my little notebook and one of my little selves to the amphitheater.

The speaking guests were two professors: a neuro- computer informatics professor and a researcher of the field.

So it began after 20 min of the appointed time, the headmaster had to speak his 15 totally useless minutes, the head of the club spoke of her geekie club for another 15 min and held the microphone to the  professor. But a student took it instead and began speaking about the subject. Doesn’t really matter until the…

neuro-computer informatics professor: I’m Mr. X and I’m not a neuro-computer informatics professor *who the %*^$: wrote this on all the notices?* . In fact, I’m a nurosurgeon and I’ll only speak about brain. The other professor will speak about the BCI (Brain Computer Interface)…

loOl

Researcher-professor: Hey everybody!…..Well, he he….We can’t really say I’m a researcher in the BCI although I’ve already come across some interesting stuff related in someway to this subject…I’ll try, however to explain the main thing …he he….

O_o

Researcher-professor: let’s begin with this graph (I’ve found it in the internet! he he…) Well, it’s easy and it’ll show you the main idea quickly….*after 20 min*…And this is how the main thing works…he he…

I he he-ed to myself and my little self while I was going out of the amphi with no intention to go back u_u.

 

Can’t take it any longer

Crap! I’ve been trapped in the school routine. Crappier! I tripped and it’s making things worse >_<” up until now.

I can’t believe I’ve got FOUR books that I didn’t READ in my room.

I can’t believe I didn’t have the opportunity to do some compulsory shores Iwas so intending to do!!

I can’t believe there’s so much easy stuff to do, yet I haven’t done it by far.

….And I can’t believe I’m surrounding and deciding to make a schedule of my days T.T: don’t get me wrong, people! I love/hate schedules, I think everybody should/shouldn’t have a schedule. It’s just that putting my life in squares yuuuks me >_<”: like dealing with each problem as if it’s a sealed box, like trying to measure the worth of a hole person with that foot we call “logic”, like putting norms on behaviour, like linking every human being with a function…

To me having a schedule is like the obsessive need of creating the perfect clock which can’t even get wrong even over 0,00…..0000000000000…..1 of seconds, out of raw organic material: the mad hatter syndrom =_=

However, having a logic order for logic little things won’t hurt (even if I’ll get one of  myselves used to not memorizing and once again, it’s getting me so insane lOol….). So, tomorrow, after the C-programing and the metrology exams, I’m putting some order on my work and following through…..

Oru’s Oath, nyah!

ps: Won’t hurt to get some tips 8B

 

So Lame T.T

I stood up my dearest, dearest Hydor: I can’t quit feeling so hideous doing this to the sensitive sensible boy that I’ve got the chance to have as a spirit brother.

All this because of the *%#! period

I Hate period

 

 

Feeling anemonic

Maybe it’s the rain, the cold, the fact the lights are turned on even it’s around 4:00 pm, the playlist of coldplay/keane/Dead Cab For Cutie/Snow Patrols/Aqualung, the hunger…But I’m perfectely basking in an ethereal state of numb thoughts

viscous lethargy

 

Pandora

Guess what people 8B?

This morning, I was looking for a nice Radio to listen to while doing homework. The first one I came across is an interesting treasure box that I’m totally in actually.

Pandora is an internet radio with a clean simple layout I really loved which provides you with music you like. Easy to use, you just have to give the title or the artist you want to hear the same style of and Pandora displays a worthy station full of information and details.

I’m lovin’ it <3.

Well, this is an opportunity for me to put my personal links. Please feel free to add me on the fc provided the fact you tell me you’re one of  “the” people: I’m having some annoying time with FC jerks who add to reach the thousands friends and so on -_-

Rhaaa, I really DON’T appreciate collecting-relations people =_=.

 

Aïd Moubarak Saïd

Slaughtering sheeps (yeah! yeah you can puke if you feel this way, just stay away from my puzzle would you u_u?)

Kebab, falafil, meat, meat, meat, mint tea (I missed all that – except tea- for fish and vegetables…No, I’m not that vegan and I’m not that nuts, I just happen to dislike very much meat, specially red meat, specially sheep meat)

A quiet house (not many guests this year…As years go on, Aïd is losing the atmosphere it used to have before..Not this fever in the stairs, the smell everywhere and the loud talk in every house…)

Nothing much to say about this Aïd: I didn’t even see our sheep, I didn’t step in the living room where people were having the traditional lunch, I didn’t help, didn’t feel…

I think I feel too indifferent to move something…I feel tired and I wish I could stay on a corner feeling numb for a whole week.

Instead, I’ve got a full planning of meeting friends and doing homework…

I feel too much adrenaline within my blood to be wasted on a corner