There is this thing about paying higher prices for ridicules things in people, that I cannot precisely put my finger on.   It just seems to be a matter of proportionality really...The more absurd the idea is, the higher the price.

And this comes of course in a spectrum of things that i hope will cover through my thoughts in this blog.

First things first, NUMBERS. Oh my god those numbers are quite fascinating...That man that payed 10 million riyals for the a phone number "666666", or that other man in Dubai that payed 25 million over the licenses plate number "150". It was crazy! i had to understand the incentive.       After much thought i came up with theee most logical explanation for this irrationality. As it came around, everyone knew that a "rhythmic" number, or consecutive one is one that has probably  been paid for, big time. which is the "essence" of this whole thing! I realized that those people pay these wild, absurd prices (consciously or subconsciously) because they KNOW, for a fact, that once people spot their special numbers (special in many ways) they are automatically going to think "wow, that number has been quite costly"   It is only a demonstration of wealth and nothing else, because they're f**king stupid.

        Another scene I remember is one that happened within my family. One day we were having lunch, peas and mutton to be exact, and my mom, along with some of others, were praising the quality and taste of the meat. Frankly, I was unable to tell the difference between it and other types of meat. In fact, it was kind of dry and tasteless, so i thought "maybe i should point that out?" and so i did. My mom was somewhat alarmed by my comment, "do you know what kind of meat this is? its calf meat, still feeding its mothers milk."    I didn't say anything at the time but it was a thought engraved in my mind. For long i thought of the insensitivity of the matter. It seems that the more savage and insensitive something is also the more it is desirable. Another sub of the same Idea includes buying rare leather, gold plated useless objects, and the plethora of endangered animal meat and bone (whale meat, ivory etc..)

It all follows the same purpose in the end, to possess what others don't, or can't.

Diss-a-rray?

It is true I haven't written a blog in a while, but who is to blame? me, or the cascade of time glutting, bloodsucking, ruthless tests that were bucket-poured over us in the past three weeks?

        Things still seem vague in regards of my collage situation, I have been fighting for every one last bit of hope I hold in my breath (fractions of marks, extracurricular activities, volunteering etc...), yet I'm not even sure what I want to be. Its not as simple as it sounds, I use to think people just choose what they aspire to be when they were younger, or what they excelled at. However, favoritism proved to be an unrealistic strategy.
Why? Because you don't always get what you want. For a matter with this amplitude, realism was the way to go, no following dreams or emotional inspirational melodramatic stories, just focus on whats real.
         As I came to assess the situation I had the following establishments left on the table: despite my fiery passion for biology I probably wont consider any field related to biology, I cannot study anything within the biology perimeter without including chemistry, and frankly speaking, I'm not ready to waste my time, money or effort on courses I know I will fail, so for that I blame the damn correlation.  I found myself bound to fields - I don't necessarily "feel for". An ultimatum, true...but in general a more acceptable one to me than others. I'm going to end up somewhere along the lines of Communications and Graphic Design probably and any confusion at this point is only natural, things never wind up the way you originally planned them to anyway. At the age of six I wanted to be a super hero, at the age of nine I wanted to be a lawyer, a scientist at eleven,  a biologist at thirteen, a wildlife biologist at fourteen, environmental science/ Graphic Design at fifteen through sixteen, and still lost amongst the eternal thoughts of endless seventeen, no one knows.
        I am confidant though that with time, things will take their course and hopefully only change towards the better, if god wants it to (I'm not being a creationist or anything, but its just this new thing I'm trying...I'll let you know if it works ;) ). I got my SAT scores  today, i did well in the math section..i think, so that's a step closer to an end....and end where we all begin :)