Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Well I am going to state the obvious Barack Obama won....I am not so much into politics, partly because of the last 8 years of Bush, but I cannot help but believe in politicians again with a man like Obama leading...I am a little bias since Obama's father is originally from where I was born, KENYA!
I will spare you guys any political rants or exuberations, I am sure we all need some time to recover from the 18months of what seemed like the never ending campaign...I am having some elections withdrawl though...i miss the sexiness that is John King over at CNN with his Magic Wall...mmm no one can work that wall like he does!
SO....I finished reading Twilight and it was great and all, cannot wait for the movie to come out! I think I will take my 14 year old sister with me, she will be my scape goat for seeing a movie that will be filled with the TWEENS! OK I really liked the book but I have to wonder are we females that stupid? Are we willing to become vampires and foresake our parents for a dude....I don't know but blood is thicker than water for me....really females...lets wakeup!
Lets see...oh ya...postponed my GRE to december...i already paid the $50 rescheduling fee...now why do I feel like i am ready for this sucker wishing i didnt reschedule...le sigh!
Haven't written in a while...laziness...writers block..giving the 2 people who read my blog a breather....by the way a shout out to my non-blogging reader, he keeps up with my blog more than I...meaning I have more of a life than he does : ) ohhhh homes ama miss ya!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
- I couldn't live in a place where they call coke, pop..no sir
- We once were our own independent country
- When they ask me what country are you from, I say "Texas"
- 107 degree weather is the ISH!
- I can say "ya'll" and not have people look at me funny
- Wearing cowboy boots and hats won't cause stares
- The Dallas Cowboys are just the best damn team ever!
- Dr. Pepper is the best coke
- We say "thank you" and "please" and "Yes, Ma'am"
- everything is bigger in Texas
- best drivers in the world
- 8 lane highways
- the food....mmmmm....the food!
- beautiful people
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Yes, I am mad, angry, livid....yes I curse put up with it....I remember during my junior year in college I was describing to a friend how mad I was at a professor for always picking on me to answer questions that even he couldn't answer...I remember saying "Fuck, I am tired of looking like a dimwit in that class!" I clearly can recollect this boy turning around and laughing saying"I didn't think holy people could curse!" The scarf on my head does not equate to holiness....shit I am human just like you are...just with rag on the head....
Funny how I wrote the below today in the morning and my desire to serve humanity got tested today at the gas station....a lady came up asking for some money for gas...i took a double look at her, she didn't look disheveled nor needy...i looked at her car and it didn't scream i lack money...something about her wasn't normal but i couldn't put my finger on what exactly...i decided to give her $3...that was all the cash I had....I watched her as she went inside the convenient store and I didn't drive off until she did...she put exactly $3 worth of gas....As I was driving off I felt guilty, maybe I could have used my debit card to give her at least $10 of gas...what if she had forgotten her wallet at home and didn't have any cash on her...no credit card...and was in dire need of gas to pick up her child from school...all these thoughts came to my mind as I was driving off...what if I was in her position....i would hope somebody would have the heart to help without hesitance...
I remember a local newspaper did a story on the private Muslim school I attended for the first graduating class of the school. The journalist asked me what I wanted to become and I knew right then and there I was destined for journalism, I didn't hesitate to give her an answer quickly. She asked me why I chose that particular field, and the answer I gave her haunts me until today. I wanted to bring to light stories of struggle, I wanted fair journalism to bring attention the views of the mis-represented such as Muslim-Americans. To give them a chance to share their side of the story, rather than been depicted as cruel callous beings.
I understand that maybe I wasn't destined for journalism, everyone is poised to change their mind a gazillion of times. You could grow up thinking that you wanted to be a doctor go to college and realize that was the last thing you wanted to do. But the core of my plan should have never changed, that of which to serve humanity.
Now, I just find myself chasing that dollar and making the wealthy wealthier. What happened to my visions, my goals, my dreams have they all been bought up by the mighty dollar? I cannot continue to live like this any longer, although I am fortunate that I am still young and able to turn around my life. I do not want to be 70 years old and wishing I could have done something. Coulda, woulda...no! I am not going to look back at my life and dwell on the "ifs", I want to be that 17 year old again who could move a crowd with just a few words, the one who used to dream big with pure unadulterated plans. I want this empty feeling to disappear.
I remember reading Kerouac's On the Road once....and this line struck my mind:
"...because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
that's how I want to become again!
Monday, October 20, 2008
There are days in the morning no matter how hard I try to ensure the perfect edge lining that frames my face it just doesn't work. And let me tell how important it is to get the perfect edge, because it could make or break your face. A perfect edge, and you get the right face structure balance, a not so perfect one makes you look very disproportionate, like you just got out of the operating ward from a face lift.
And then there are days where your scarf not matter how many pins you have fastened it with on your head just doesn't want to stick. So you end up having hair slipping all over the place. People think this is a sexy look, just a little exposure but not too much, the teaser. But it can be annoying as hell when one is purposely trying not to look sexy. Especially for me when I have to try really HARD not to ; )
Sunday, October 19, 2008
I would be you, you would be me, we would be one, we would be just fine
The ice caps wouldn't be melting and neither would I, mmh
I would just drive my big old car, and everything would be alright
And energy would just fall down right from the sky, yeah
Words would fly right from out of my mind, out of my mind into your heart, into your life
And everything would sound just right, and no one would stop me from drinking my wine
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, it's more than a dream
My dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, and I wanna live in my dream, (dream)
For the real world just don't feel right
I wouldn't spend my days searching for, searching for lost time, yeah hey yee (ooh ooh, dream)
I wouldn't be so damn sensitive, I'd let things go by
No matter what the weather, I'd learn to change, I'd change with the time, yeah he
And everytime I need a woman, she'd appear right by me
she hold me tight, treat me right, and tell me that everything is gonna be, is gonna be alright, alright
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld
I would tell Van Gogh that he was loved, there's no need to cry
I would say Marvin Gay your father didn't want you to die (dream)
There would be no black and white, the world just treat my wife right
We could down in Mississipi and no one would look at us trice, ehhe he yihi
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, it's more than a dream
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, and I wanna live in my dream, (dream)
I know this letter has long been due. Sorry I got busy and caught up, but that doesn't mean I forgot about you. I didn't mean to run over you, I actually risked my life trying to swerve the car to avoid you, but to no avail.
You see, I don't think of you as tree rodents, no I am not Rosie O'Donnell. I think you are actually rather cute and harmless. It hurts me to think that you might have been crossing the road to go feed your little one. We humans keep on moving into your habitats leaving less and less room for you guys.
But I can't help but think that something might have been going a little wrong with your species. Ali, ran over a squirrel the same day I did too. Coincidence, I think not! I think there was a suicide pact among you, and I feel horrible to have been a part of that mission. Next time, please don't involve innocent humans in your gross dealings!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
How to Deal With Rumors and Unproven Accusations
[24:11] A gang among you produced a big lie. Do not think that it was bad for you; instead, it was good for you. Meanwhile, each one of them has earned his share of the guilt. As for the one who initiated the whole incident, he has incurred a terrible retribution.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Right now I hold a rather useless undergraduate degree. And, pretty much all undergraduate degrees are pretty much useless. I could not tell you nor care to tell you about floating exchange rates and imperfect capital mobility. But, I can draw really cute color coordinated supply and demand curves. And, I can also tell you that Karl Marx may have been a tad bit right about the perils of capitalism, seeing the current state of our economy.
And, to my shock my employer cared less the 8 semesters of knowledge crammed in my head. All they cared about was my ability to be a team player, effective communicator, able to analyze a situation, sound judgement, and sanity. All things I learned in Kindergarten.
So what does one do with a very useless undergraduate degree?
Well obviously you get a useful one, at a place called graduate school. But before, I embark on another academic triatholon, I have to take a little test called the GRE to measure my quantitative and verbal ability. Ya right! Let me tell you how much sleep I have lost agonizing over this exam. And that is my problem!
I am one of those kids, that gets short of breath before a test, my palms sweat, and i start thinking about every horrible thing that could happen to me if I failed the test. Something to the affect of turning into a failure and disappointment to society like having to sell crack to keep a a roof under my head. Yeah scary stuff like that! But, I have never failed a test, ok, maybe I have like once but once does not count. Actually, I am not one to get grades below B's, and mind you that letter is a disappointment for me, but before every test I have to go through the same routine of test anxiety.
Most people think that I pretend to do that, but for me it is realer than real. And this three letter word G-R-E is about to send me to the mental ward. No matter how many times I tell myself I think I can I think I can, it just does not work. Thomas the Train, sorry but repeating that phrase over and over again just doesn't cut it for me.
I had an awful dream last night, of being at the test center and having a dysfunctional computer which meant I could not take the exam. But the twist was, the testing center blamed the computer malfunction on me and they banned me from ever taking the GRE again, which meant I could not get into grad school! See! It is bad I tell ya.....HELP
Friday, October 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
My life right now consists of work, studying, sometimes the gym, sleep-wake, and the cycle repeats itself. No hanging out in the student lounge talking to the football players or dissing what people are wearing or not wearing for the matter. NOPE none of that. Just boring adult life. I wish life was college minus the all-nighters and deadlines. Even the all nighters were fun in their own way, sipping on 3 red bull cans, roaming the library like a determined zombie to stay awake for two more hours before the 7 am class. That was THE LIFE.
OH and lest we forget the drama! It was highschool just older kids. I somehow always got pulled into drama that I was completely unaware of. Thats what you get for having friends in different conflicting cliques. And yes there were cliques, that is not just a higschool thing.
So today, for a couple of hours I relieved college again. The gossip and the drama, the i think i am prettier than thou snotty looks. oh I miss those.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The place I work might as well be the UN, because you can basically find every nationality under that roof. That's a blessing, right? Most of the times but not always. I am about to put on blast all people who are not of the American race (blacks and whites included), basically us foreigners. I can talk about them without getting fingers pointed at or being accused of being racist because I am one of them.
So, today in the morning, I happily got on the elevator from the garage humming to the tune "whistle while you work" because I was just too excited about another 8 hours spent in my cubicle nirvana. I like it when the elevator is empty because awkward 10 second silence standing next to john doe is just too much sometimes.
Anywho, I got on the elevator with a white a guy. I usually like going to the back of the elevator and just rest my back on the wall. Icky for you germophobes, but we breathe and eat them anyhow.
Akward silence ofcourse ensued in the 10 sec ride, as I tried to smirk while I was checking myself out on the elevator mirror. When we arrived on the main floor, white guy held the elevator for me to get out first!
Chivalry is still alive...well just in America and beyond dead elsewhere.
This is not just a one time occurance but it is something that happens on a daily basis. I have noticed most American guys will let a woman out of the elevator first while other ethnicities such as Africans, Indo-Pakistanis, Asian don't bother to do that. NEVER!
I am sure you feminisits will decry my need to be let out of the elevator first by a male as anachronistic and debuking the women's movement of equality, but oh well. I am not so much a fan of we must be equal because equity is more important to me. Equality would mean because I can get pregnant then the male species has to as well. And we know they could not handle that!
Point is foreign men....let women out of elevators first. It makes us feel good plus your mama taught you better. Oh and stop looking at us on the elevator mirrors because we can notice you checking us out!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
1.Ace of Base, All that She Wants: my first musical influences I can clearly remember. I remember boping my head to this tune on matatus on my way to school in Kenya.
2.Boyz II Men, To the End of the Road: For those who grew up in the 90's, we just know why they were just the diggity bomb diggity. I used to sing this song word by word at the age of 9.
3. Tupac, Changes: such an emotional song for me, just very real!
4. Sade, Love is Stronger than Pride: 2004....no further comment.
5. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Crossroads: booo, booone, what you gonna do? this song made feel so gangasta, thuggish, and ruggish!
6. Erykah Badu, Call Tyrone: for all you Tyrones', get a job!
7. Jill Scott, Cross My Mind: Everyone can relate to this at some point..."into a room, across the room, out of the room" heyaaaaa http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKEjKhg95_g
8.Dilated Peoples, Worst Comes to Worst: it's true my people's come first. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nR0VwHGnPv4
9. Roots, You Got Me: lyrical poetry just flows... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBBBhQUl99w
10. Backstreet Boys, As Long as You Love Me: who you are, where you're from or what you do...1997 Me, Z, and E giggling in the library fantasizing bsb singing this to us...because you know we are muslim girls coming from all over the globe, so they got us at "don't care who you are, where you are from, what you do, as long as you love me"....good times those they were! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8o-i1exXUO0
11. Fugees, Killing Me Softly: Because even my MOM loves this song. Sing it Lauryn..."I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, and so I came to see him and live sin for a while"....
12. No Doubt, Don't Speak: mmmmmm....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=welnlg3svTw
13. Usher, You Make me Wanna: Me and E dancing in front of class to this song,and the teacher walking in on us.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ylrlxQz5So
14. Anthony Hamilton, Charlene: never love if you can't give your all...just aint worth it.
15. Alicia Keys, Fallin': because some days it was GOOD and some days it was BAD....
16. Jay Z, Song Cry: no comment
17. Tupac and Jon B, R U Still Down: "I make you smile but you'd rather have what makes you cry"....so true huh?!?! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_JShSIf6es
18. Eminem, Lose Yourself: Whenever I am angry at the world this song just gets me going.
19. Twalib Kweli, Get By: My early morning wake up tune on my way to work....
20. Maxwell, This Woman's Work: And after 4 years HE realizes......
21. Dave Matthews Band, Dreamgirl: : )
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Blast from the Past 1: Brought back nostalgia of the golden days, the days where innocence was the norm, friends and lovers were sincere, stress was unknown, trust was never a doubt, lunch and recess were the highlights of the day, and growing up seemed so far away.
Blast from the Past 2: Brought back the pain and agony of trust, the strangling of the neck feeling when everything seems to be going wrong, the countless tears shed alone, the betrayal, the growing pains, the meaning of love, and the reason why I grew up.
But, experiences are what make us who we are, each blast from the past has taught me something that you can't learn at school, just those life lessons that seem to come at the most untimelyof times.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Cafeteria lady has never cracked a smile in the 18 months I have roamed the cafeteria looking dazed and confused watching people scavenger for food that is way below sub-par. A lot of my work mates avoid her line because of her gloomy outlook. It could be sunny and clear clouds outside but her weather is always gloom. At least you can always predict her, no surprises there! I never avoid her, it has became my mission to make her smile. While everyone just passes her line without the slightest words apart from "no receipt", without hesitance I try to make small talk with her about yesterday's football game "wasn't Romo something" I would say , "yaaaaa" in her monotone voice she'd reply. I am not giving up hope, like B would say, the Audacity to Hope!
I always smile at her, if anything a smile is charity to a person. Cheery, rosy, and determined everyday my mission is like the one yesterday. Any normal person would have lost hope by now, maybe she was born with a permanent gloom. Who knows? Gloomatitis, maybe?
This is not a Disney movie or blog? So the end of the blog is nearing, because frankly writing about her is a wee depressing, and there is no happily ever after ending in sight. She is today what she was yesterday. Was one of the Seven Dwarfs from Snow White named Gloomy, if not, we need an 8th dwarf? They need to cast her. Gloomy McGloomy.
Hypothesis testing still underway.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
~Malia Obama, Ten year old daughter of Barack Obama after being told there was a "surprise" awaiting her on stage at the Democratic National Convention, it turned to be her father, appearing via satellite.
I would have said the same thing Malia!
Sarah Palin?????? Sarah who? Alaska what?? Cuts funding for programs for teenage pregnant mothers who don't have a home to live.....17 year old daughter pregnant.....the irony! One thing we can all agree on she is HOT!
McCain....72 years old....thanks for your service in Vietnam (a more unnecessary war than Eye-Raq)... back in the days I really liked you for being a republican who was not so ummmmm IGNORANT...you stood up to alot of Bush-ism...but again just like all politicians you change your persona on a whim....i want the old McCain back!
Oh Hillary how I miss you!
Monday, February 11, 2008
1 to 10 days old: learn to pronounce Mama
20 to 40 days old: master Al-Fatiha
4 to 7 months old: picking up a second language ( yet to be decided)
1 yrs old: 10 'juzuu memorized
2 to 3 yrs: learn french...oui oui
6 to 7 yrs: mastered Beethoven and Mozart
20 yrs: mommy hops to Paris for a 1 day shopping trip ever since child became bigger than bill gates
What a lucky fetus!