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