I've been the victim of an eye infection or Conjunctivitis, which is usually harmless, but very contagious, and in my case it kept coming back to me for a few times. The problem is that medication does not always help and like all antibiotics, misusing it will create a stronger bacteria which causes more damage. As an internet addict I tend to check the internet for all symptoms and info about these things and you can get some scary results which turns you into a hypochondriac, but extra cation is always needed.
Boredom;:
The year 2007 was not a good year for the cinema, we had part three of everything which was below the expectation which wasn't high in the first place. I thought it couldn't get worse than 28 weeks later, unlike the previous 28 days later which was excellent, and then they made the rip-off I am legend. Things got so low that they made Bratz the film! then we had some more penguins and 300 men screaming at each other. Samuel L Jackson seems to have an obsession with films about snakes, after his Snakes on a Plane he come back with Black Snake Moan.
There were some expectations like Simpsons movie , Zodiac, and The Kite Runner which made cinema a less painful experience. More important was the film Control, which rough life back to the excellent band Joy division, unfortunately the weight of all the garbage was too heavy to be balanced by not that many good films.
So pls producer, abuse us with more disasters, I have many ideas, something about a penguin going for general election, or smurfs the film, or even go exotic and make a Pokemon resurrection! I saw an add for another part of Alien Vs predictor, what the *$%^*!!!
and excitement
I still remember the old days in the university back home in Jordan when I needed to register for my courses. After the long day where you are treated like cattle waiting to be castrated, and begging every person behind the disk to not make this a worse day than it is, you finish your day knowing that what waits is worse than pushing a rusty nail in the area between the eyeball and the orbital bone, the week of adding and removing courses, because all the classes you needed were closed when you wanted to register, or they made many classes, they had to cancel most of them and you were lucky enough to be in the deleted list.
This included the journey between different tutors who tell you that their class is so popular that everyone is begging him to join, because he deserves a Nobel prize in bullshitting, so he has no place for the likes of you, unless you are cute enough are know how to kiss his big arse properly.
Then you need to pay, and of course no queue is needed, and after smelling every other student up close and personal, with their cheap "eau de toilette", no need to shower in that day anyway, you reach that guy behind the window with a smirk sighing and saying that I should not waste my father's money like my generation do, especially that his generation is not known to waste the everyone's else money and time, you ask for a stamp, but he refuses, or say he can't find it, or its with someone else, but they should accept it anyway, and you take you registration paper that smells of corruption and manure (not yours). I reach the registration office which was as far as possible of the finance office, because we want to train a generation of athletics. where you go through the cattle castration process again and you get to the man who holds the resolution of that day in his hand,
-A bottle of water for the hot day....25p
-a cheap candy bar to keep your sugar high and your tempers low...50p
-The registration man telling you that he can't accept your paper and if they refused to stamp it they can eat ****... priceless
Go back to other side of the universe where he cashier is, bypassing the blackhole caused by the gravity of the other students trying to figure out a queue, driven by anger, sweat, and shame, to reach that guy who have the holy stamp. He refuses to stamp my paper because I was not in queue (what queue?) and ask me to leave the office at once!
Many thoughts came into my mind, and discussions started with other personalities inside my head, after my ego killed my inner child he was beaten by chauvinism, it made an alliance with my testosterone and I can't exactly remember how it went for couple of seconds, other than some shouting and unintentional spitting, but he agreed to stamp my paper using some random student back.
Using what is left my cocktail of testosterone and adrenaline, managed to get back to the registration office, and he said " I know that I made you run back and forth and you got a red face like a tomato.... but that was the right thing to do!" and my reaction was just stupid smile!