Which means that mass text messages, Blackberry messenger broadcast messages, and Facebook pictures are being sent and tagged, in order to beg the forgiveness of practically everyone in your address book or friends list. In my opinion, by doing this people practically throw away the sincerity of the message thus beating the purpose. And for some reason most of the people who do this are those that I barely know, meaning that it’s highly unlikely that they’ve done anything requiring an apology.
Also, it annoys the hell out of me.
If you are one of the people doing this, please stop. No one likes it.
Today at the International Conference on Business and Research Management...
I presented my paper.
A Japanese man told me that he was impressed with my english, my speaking speed (which I don’t think is necessarily a good thing since I have a problem with that), and even that he was intimidated by me because he can’t speak english very well. He then gave me his snack box. No joke.
A middle-eastern looking man called me “sister” and urged me to continue my studies. I was going to say, “Then give me some money to do that, brother.” but then I decided against it.
Three people asked me if I was a Ph.D student or if I was a lecturer. I don’t know if I should be flattered because it means I look smart, or insulted because it means I look old.
I asked one of the presenters a question, and it turns out they’d actually already mentioned the answer within their presentation. Embarrassing~~~~
Tomorrow (or technically, today) is my ICBMR presentation where I’ll be presenting my measly research paper to an international assortment of researchers. I am scared to death of messing up as well as of any questions they’ll throw at me. Even if nothing like that happens, I will, no doubt, imagine their inner monologues as saying something along the lines of “What is this incompetent child doing here, presenting to people like me?? Ugh. This conference is not as high-caliber as I thought”.
As such, I am hoping that perfect strangers (i.e., you guys) will wish me luck. Please? Thanks.
When I was younger, I was a little nerd. I loved to read, and didn’t have many friends. I went to the school library so much that I was the favorite of the librarian ladies, and they often dispensed me free goodies like bookmarks and scratch n smell stickers. Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl were my favorite authors. So when I finally read Matilda, I instantly identified with the character. And I wanted her super power. So so so bad. I stared at objects so hard, trying to make them move, or even just budge a tiny bit. Obviously, it didn’t happen. I didn’t get it, I was just like Matilda, I should be able to do it to! So I tried. Needless to say, I wasn’t successful. Eventually I did give up, and faced the fact that I was just plain old Nadhira, void of super powers.
Until about 10 minutes ago when I stared intently at a stray hair, trying to make it budge. I guess I’m a grown-up nerd now.