Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Monday, March 30, 2009

Third World Car Accidents

One day while driving to school, we hit a man.

In a foreign country.

I have no sympathy for him.

Do I sound mean? I'm not.

We were driving along minding out own business, it was very early in the morning and no one was on the road. We weren't speeding or anything {my driver can be annoyingly careful at times, but I'm glad he is} when this guy somes out of nowhere.

1. First of all he was on the wrong side of the road.
2. Second, he decides to make a non-existent U-turn and enters the intersection at a crazy speed as we were crossing.

He was on a bike. We have an SUV. Good thing my driver is cautious because he wasn't speeding and was able to hit only the end of the bike. The man still fell on the ground.

In India, no matter who is at fault, the guy with the bigger car is at fault. So this guy gave himself an injury, had to have a minor operation and he filed a complaint against us. There were some witnesses who will say it was our fault because we had the bigger vehicle. There are also "witnesses" who claim to be present and say we ran into him at full speed. No one is ever on the bigger car's side.

What usually happens here is, they beat up the driver. True story. I was crying. I thought my driver was going to die. Fortunately and unfortunately the police were there so no one got hurt. But later on the police started to tell us we have to pay them or else they won't help us get out of the case.

We got the hookup with the police since we knew people who knew people at the police department and we didn't have to pay anyone. Case closed, right? Wrong.

A month ago {more than 5 months after the accident} we get a statement saying that we have to go to court and are going to be sued for $20000 {which is a hell of a lot of money in India}. Bascially, they found out we are in med school and think we'll be rich some day, saw the Michigan license plate and know we are Americans. It took them over 5 months to figure out they can try to suck money out of us.

What idiots.

Anyways, we ended up paying only $200 dollars.

I hate the system here. But whatev. This is what I get for moving to the third world.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Random-Ness

I would like to say that i've been super busy these past two weeks- but that would be a lie. Truth is, I sleep at un-godly hours and wake up at said un-godly hours and I cram in some form of sustenance in between. BUT today I have been reading up on articles that have been piling up on the world wide web and felt like sharing :) so enjoy!

First up, researchers have found a breakthrough in the treatment of anorexia. Apparently there are chemical changes with neurotransmitters that occur within the womb of those affected by anorexia. This could prove that anorexics have a genetic disposition to the disorder as opposed to some sort of psychologic response to looking like models or some traumatic event.

I found this next article and HAD to share, apparently there are new breakthroughs in breast implants- a British firm is experimenting with stem cells from the stomach, to give breast enhancements the more "natural" feel. They have been experimenting with this form of surgery on breast cancer survivors and are hoping to "expand cosmetic enhancement in healthy women."

A top Spanish court is looking into indicting former Attorney General Alberto Gonzales for circumventing international law and justifying torture crimes. Although the move is largely symbolic, meaning there is no threat of prosecution, human rights groups around the world are cheering the Spaniards on.

Next week is the G20 summit and in anticipation for it, 35,000 people marched on the streets of London lobbying the G20 to push for movement on "jobs, justice and climate". This was today by the way, and it was hailing.

This is a bit gossipy but I HATE the shamwow commercials they make me want to chuck something at my tv, so on that note, the host of the commercial- Vince Shlomi, was arrested for punching a hooker. Enough said.

To counter NATO, Russia has decided to boost its arsenal by building 6 more nuclear submarines. The earliest of which, will be online by 2011 the rest following by 2017. A Russian minister has said that Russia fully intends to observe the international arms control agreements on equal terms with other countries.

And finally, facebook has sprung up many groups countering the Pope's recent comments on condoms, in which he stated that they don't prevent the spread of HIV but that they also make it worse. I'm quite sure how that works out but whatever, whats noteworthy about this is that said facebook froups are sending millions of condoms to the Vatican in protest, which I thought was funny. Ooooh and there multi-colored!

Ok that is it from for this evening, I bid you all a lovely day!

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Mrs. Cullen: The Copycat


Dear Friends,

I was taking a break from studying so I decided I should grace this blog with my presence. I just got back from my cousin's house, studied for five minutes and then I decided to look at my planner. I realized that I am one day ahead of my studying schedule!! That means that today I was covering a whole chapter of Genetics and I thought I had to finish it today, but nope. Genetics was supposed to be for tomorrow! I am super dee duper excited. Ok I sound like Barney. Anyway. I kinda wish I didn't look into my planner because I would have been studying right now instead of wasting time, sigh. I really don't have much to write about anyway. Hm lets see. 

Oh. I am fighting with my Grandma. In case you don't know, my Mom's parents live with us. They are super amazing and cool. But I am fighting with my Grandma. Last week she was supposed to have food ready for me before I left for school but she didn't. So I got mad and started arguing with her. She told me to be quite. So I told her that I hoped she bes quite forever. So she stopped talking to me. I got bored of fighting with her and didn't like her not talking to me. So yesterday I tried to get her attention so she could love me again. She was watching TV and exercising with this machine she uses for her legs. I took the machine and moved it away. She got up from the couch and picked up the machine and took it back to her seat and used it again. I got up and took it again and placed it in the other room. She gave up. This morning I starting copying her. Everything she would say and everything she would do. She started coughing and so I coughed and then she was giving my mom cooking advice and so I gave my mom cooking advice as well. Then while she was watching TV, I got a bed sheet from my room and covered the TV with it. She claimed she could see through the sheet so I got annoyed and removed it from the TV. Then I put it over her body. But she took it off. After lunch I washed my hands and threw all the excess water from my hands --- on to her face. We are friends again =)

I really have nothing else to say. Oh yeah. I guess the fish we have isn't pregnant. Well never mind. She might be, who knows. But we did buy another fish yesterday. And she is pregnant for sure because the fish lady told us at the store. Did you know that fish have a 10 day warranty? I thought that was hilarious. Anyway, the new fish is white and I feel like I can see through her and I think thats gross. And after my mom put her in the tank, the other fish kept following her and trying to kill her, promise! I feel like they keep trying to eat up her fat belly (where the eggs are). But thats probably not true? My idiot brother claimed he saw a real baby fish in her stomach. I told him he was an idiot. Um. I don't have anything else to say so I am going to go. Bye.

Yours for the sake of Peace, Sisterhood and Blog Layouts,
Mrs. Cullen

PS: C.A., can I get a 10 day warranty on you? 

Food, Family, and Flak

My mom does this thing every so often, where she invites people over our house for lunch and/or dinner.

And when she does it, it's not just a couple of people. It's a couple of FAMILIES. With five or six people to EACH family.

If I can, I will avoid these gatherings. Be it "I have school", "I have work", "I'm going over my friends house", "I have a HUGE exam coming up", I'll find an excuse to get out of being there.

I don't mind helping out beforehand, but I hate being there when the guests arrive.

So my mom chose TODAY to do that.

And I had no idea.

And no one informed me.

I mean I should've known that this was going to happen. The incessant smell of curry looming into my room and up my nose and the heat stroke that I got every time I walked into the kitchen were obvious clues to this.

But I brushed these apparent signs off, because I was too tired to be bothered.

So this morning I woke up and she told me.

And I had no excuse to give her and had no choice but to help out before, during, and after the get together.

It was so NOT fun.

The before part is cleaning. That's easy as pie.

And the after part is cleaning. That's annoying as heck, but tolerable.

The during part is where I have the hardest time. I have to be a good hostess and mingle with everyone. Make them feel at home. Kiss their butts. Be at their beckon and call. Converse with them about anything and everything. Make sure stupid snotty little kids dont go in my room and touch all of my stuff. And ensure that our guests leave our house with thoughts that our family are wonderful hostesses.

I also have to deal with criticism about anything and everything.

For some odd reason, people like to make all kinds of comments when they come over our house. I don't know if others have this same problem, but I have yet to see it happen to anyone else.

Here's some I've gotten:
  • You should have set the table like this. Bite me.
  • You're washing the dishes wrong. Ummm how exactly do you wash dishes wrong?It's not like I'm using my tongue and licking away the grime and then using it to serve another guest. I'm using soap AND water, buddy. And last time I checked that was the key to getting sparkling dishes.
  • Why do you all live here (referring to the urban city we reside in and it being "ghetto") ? I'm sorry, but didnt YOU just come from a third world country YESTERDAY where you had no indoor plumbing.
  • That's not how you make tea. Well if you're so freaking good at it, YOU make it.
  • How can you live next to those people that play that horrible music. We have Mexican neighbors who hire LIVE Mariachi bands to come and play at parties that they have. I think they are awesome and it's hilarious to see Desi peoples reaction to this.
  • Do this like that or do that like this. Listen you, I'll do THIS like THIS and THAT like THAT.
  • Did you help cook any of this? No, but I help eat it.

Next time I'll just join the Mariachi band instead.


P.S. My sister, Muth, was the one that got to get away from this get together today. Lucky bastard.

Friday, March 27, 2009

A comment

EDIT:
So I was shown a website by a friend of mine. The website addresses the challenges faced by Muslim women, I haven't quite figured out the site yet, and how credible it is but there was a good article about Muslim women and feminism. And of course whenever you find good comments you also find one from stupids. So one of out authors decided to respond to the person with the idiotic comment (we'll name him Baka).


Anyways I just wanted to share her comment (our author's) with you guys.

P.S. Baka is a japanese word. I'm sure a couple of you know what it means ;)



The general term, feminism, cannot be so randomly defined. Feminism was created to simply give women their right to choose. It does not say that women should not work at home, but simply they should be allowed to choose if they can work outside as well. It says that the women who are stay at home moms vs women who work outside should not be belittled for their decision.


Feminism in America gained strength as the Suffrage movement, to allow women to vote. I don't see anything wrong with that.

There are many different types of feminists out there, Br. Baka, and the ones that are popularized are the ones that alienate people, conservatives, such as us, Muslims.

But the fact is its nothing than a movement for women and even men. There are feminists who are anti-abortion or who believe their duties are at home more than anything else. The word might be considered as an ugly term by most Muslims, but honestly a lot of Muslim countries need a feminist movement of their own desperately.

A country like Saudi Arabia, where you find only male salesmen in women's lingerie and undergarment stores is ridiculous and stupid. But women there have now started to come together to bring an end to this. There is nothing wrong with this Br. Baka, it is an important movement, and Islamically backed.

So please don't brush feminism off as something dirty . We just need to define it within our Islamic guidelines.

And as someone else mentioned earlier you do not need to refer to a woman as a whore. I cannot imagine that our beloved Prophet would ever title a woman as a whore.

And that's an Islamic value.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Teepees and computer chairs @#$%

So I can't study.
I need to, but I can't.

So I decided to blog about nothing.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed with my laptop. And since I was sitting on the edge of my bed, I started sliding off the bed, fell backwards, slammed against the ground, and hit my head against the computer chair.

It hurt.

They say in Islam when you're in pain, or are sick, you should ask for forgiveness or pray to God. Because when you're undergoing some kind of hardship, His mercy and blessing is showering on you more at that point. Makes sense. He loves you so of course when you're going to through some kind of pain He's going to be more merciful.

Of course I didn't do that. This is what I do,

AW.....FREAKIN....STUPID PIECE OF.....FREAKIN...CRAP KILL.....AH SHZZZ....WHAT THE....ANNOYING...DANG YOU...AHHHH.... SCREW....STUPID CHAIR....
::mumble mumble mumble:::

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Oh crap..I mean Allah can I umm..uh....hmmm...can you...uh..hmm... forgive me...for...something...I guess.....K. Thanks




P.S. My brother cleaned up the front yard before my parents woke up so they didn't even know that the house was teepeed. Until C.A. told my mom...

And I had gotten all excited. He COULD have left it for a day or two. So I could take pictures, have our neighbors ask us questions, exaggerate the story by throwing in some wild police car chase.

...I get bored with my life easily.

Refreshing


Refreshing, originally uploaded by Rabujee.

Must eat healthier....starting...NOW...

Sunday, March 22, 2009

TWEET TWEEET

What? Facebook?

I never liked it. Got forced into it. Kept it. And tried getting into it. But couldn't. Mehhh

What? Twitter?

Saw it on some blogs. Wondered about it. Tried registering. Decided it was stupid and didn't make sense. Was forced into registering. Got bored. Checked a friends profile. Found out she was following celebrities. Realized I could do the same.........

OH MY GODDDDDDDD !!!! I added MATT DAMON !!! AHHHH

MATT DAMON!!
OMG I might start smiling NON-STOP! Oh dear

I think Orlando Bloom might be on it as well. But I can't tell if it's really him. There's two of him.
.
orrrr

So which is he? Or is he neither of them? Mannn...

And Mary E. from A million miles from everywhere, dedicated a post to me!!! And has one of the cutest looking cats! Another reason I can't stop being happy. I really love her blog. Which makes me extra happy that she likes me enough to make a me a dedicated one.. And actually she
awarded us with the sexy blogger award and we never did a post about it.

Now I have to list 5 sexy things about myself....righhhtttttttttt
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Sorry. I'm done...


HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA haaaaaaaaa

Ok So umm if I were to go with this definition of sexy, sexually interesting or exciting. Then being a muslim girl, who's supposed to be modest, they should basically cancel each other out. I mean really I don't try to wear loose clothing and a scarf on my head to be sexually appealing...

" Hey you...You look SOO SEXY in those baggy pants and that long sleeve loose-fitted shirt!"
"Um ....yea..... No offense but are you retarded?"
"Hell yea! I can totally not check out your curves (hopefully). That's soo sexy"
"Umm Can you wait here for a sec? Just a sec. I just need to pull out my friend's pepper spray and the local psych ward's number. Just a sec K?"
"Hell yea"
----------The followingconversation was censored due to its sheer idiocity and slight violence---------

So I'm going to go with this OTHER defintion of sexy, excitingly appealing; glamorous.
So here's my five (this FYI is very weird for me. I can't even handle compliments from people. And if you know me, you KNOW I'm not the glamorous type...Seriously Mary E. YOU OWE ME FOR THIS..sigh)



1. My cat
2. I have trouble matching apparently. Or don't really care to match as much as the rest of the world. Or so say people.
3. (I've already run out of things)OH ! I cut my own hair!
4. I like Me :) and my confusing/confused self
5. I like my sarcasm

WOW ! That was soo hard. Thank God I'm Done! :::sigh in relief::::


Okay So now I nominate:
I nominatee

::::drrrrrrumrrrroll (and No it doesn't matter that you have been nominated before):::

. Mary E. (Hah! Bet you didn't see that coming!)
. Memoirs of Basket Case
. Girl on a journey
. Barefoot in the snow
. Paris
. American Muslimah
. Faith confusion
. Inquisitive Muslimah

And then there's Nickie (who's privated her blog), and Perplixantexan, and Cheryl ( i still like you even though u only pretended to miss me) and maybe Passionate bookworm(would you kill me for nominating u again?)

AHH HAND CRAMP

P.S. My right hand is now out of commission b'cuz I tried writing this entire post with my right hand. This explains my last paragraph and y i'm extra lazy

P.P.S or P.S.S. ? My smile disappeared while writing this post cuz my house just got teepeed (?). I'll tell you guys tomorrow!!!! Maybe I'll get pictures!! OOh exciting!! ....

The end of the Super Duper Muper Luper blog post

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Finally did it!!

I still have exams going on but I thought it important to write this. And sorry for not commenting on your blogs or to my own comments: my internet sucks and my exams end on the 30th. I just was too excited to stay away from blogging until then.

I Am VERY proud of myself today. Despite being a type A personality, I am pretty passive when it comes to dealing with people I don’t know. I mean, I should be more aggressive, right? I’m not ever going to see that person ever again so who cares? Back in the day when I used to carpool with my friend to school, my friend’s mom used to play these tapes on being assertive and speaking up for yourself. I have no idea why she did, but she used to all the time. And she’d always encourage us to be assertive and make our voices heard when something is not right; and to not take the passive path.

Well today, I did NOT take the passive path. Twice!!

We have demonstration classes in the mornings for our practical exams, so people like to sit it front to see better. But they come late, and make one of their friends come super early and reserve the whole frickin’ row. That, my friends, is not cool. Especially when I woke up to get a good seat only to find the first two rows “booked” even though there were only four people in the room. I grumbled about it the first day. But not today! Today the girl told me it was all taken. I told her that I got here early so I’m going to sit here and that her friends that roll out of bed ten minutes before class starts can shove it. Well, I didn’t say it like that. But I said it nicely, but firmly. I don’t expect people to save me a place nor do I ask so I think I have a right to do this.

Today while grocery shopping, this woman decided it would be fun to stick her gourd in front of me on the cash register while her son/grandson/servant did the rest of the shopping as she reserved a place in line. Actually, people here even throw money at the cashier on their way out in order to pay first. It’s really unorganized. The concept of a line doesn’t exist. So I grabbed her gourd and put it behind my stuff, look the cashier straight in the eye and said, "I was here first". He might have gotten scared, but it made him listen.

This might be miniscule for you, dear readers, but a huge leap for me. I think I could get used to this.

Edit: I didn't even speak to the woman without moving her gourd out of the way. That's because she didn't know Hindi or English and I do not speak Telugu. You can tell. I suppose I would have tried but she very rudely knocked me over a few minutes before. People trample all over me. rawr.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Blah dee blah blah

I took the day off of work today, because I feel like crap.

I feel kinda bad about doing it.

But everyone and their grandma takes sick days.

So why can't I, without feeling guilty?

The students wont miss me, that's for sure.

I walked into the Math class on Tuesday, (that I just started teaching on Monday) and heard someone in agony:

"Oh mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, Ms. Attitude's back?!?!?! Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? "

..........

Don't worry kid, the feelings mutual.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Type A

I'm back. This post probably is going to be all over the place since I've forgotten how to blog. I'm serious. I have so many things to blog about but now that I actually have time to sit in front of the computer and type, nothing seems interesting anymore. I'll give it a shot. I've actually written this post three times about three different topics and deleted it.

I've been clenching my jaw shut to the point where it hurts lately without realizing it until I finally relax my jaw and feel the pain. My sister thinks it's because I have a Type A personality.

According to Wikipedia: {I highlighted what applies to me in Type A}
Type A individuals can be described as impatient, excessively time-conscious, insecure about their status, highly competitive, hostile and aggressive, and incapable of relaxation. They are often high achieving workaholics who multi-task, drive themselves with deadlines, and are unhappy about the smallest of delays. Because of these characteristics, Type A individuals are often described as "stress junkies."

Type B
individuals, in contrast, are described as patient, relaxed, and easy-going.
I don't think the jaw clenching has anything to do with it, since it developed in December. It all started when the storage room closet was cleaned out. All the baby cockroaches had no where to live and thought that my desk would be the perfect place to settle down. Since we've picked up on new followers I'm going to add that I live in India for med school and that cockroaches rule the world here. While I was studying. I'd have these tiny bugs crawling all over my books and papers. And I couldn't not study on a desk. I fall asleep on my bed. It's a reflex, I tell ya.

The whole ordeal was really nasty. The only way to get rid of them was to kill them. And I did with my yellow post it note. Everyday for about a week and a half I'd kill about 15-30 cockroaches. It was pretty disgusting. If you think I shouldn't have blogged about this because it's making you puke, I lived through it. I'm still clenching my jaw. I just realized I'm doing it as I type.

So now I do the jaw clenching most when I'm stressed out.

My sister asked me the other day why I'm so stressed out all the time.
"Because I'm type A, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Silly me, type B forgot!" *giggles*

What type of personality are you?

Monday, March 16, 2009

Was there really wisdom in it?

I did the unthinkable today.

I really did.

It was slightly by impulse.

That’s right. I bought a pair of skinny jeans. *Gasp*

Yea I know. It’s so not me at all. Actually I used to always make fun of everyone wearing skinny jeans. “They’re soo ugly.” “Who would go back to the terrible 90’s?” But then I went to the mall today (after a very long time) and saw a pair of dark blue skinny jeans calling out my name. Seriously. So I tried them on and turned around and gave my tush a little smile. Maybe these aren’t so bad anyway. Maybe they do make me look skinnier.

I left the fitting room convinced. These pants were for me. Wow I sound like Carmen from the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I actually liked those books.

So here I am. Sitting in my room enjoying my brand new skinny jeans. For those of you who know me it’s definitely a big deal since I didn’t even own a pair of jean up till now, let alone skinny jeans. I guess I’m just broadening my horizons as they say, or I just like looking good in my room.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Carry on Singin'





Over the past couple of weeks, approximately a billion people have told me that I'm a passive person.

Pushover.

People pleaser.

Someone who can never say No to others.

Etc.

So, I have only one thing to say to all of them:

DUH!


Do you think I'm stupid and don't realize this?

(Don't answer that. It was a rhetorical question)

I think I know myself better than anyone else. So obviously I already know that I can't say "No" to people.

(Unless you're like super close to me, in which case, you can't get a favor/question out before I say no.)

The reason for this could probably be traced back to my elementary days. In second grade I had a bully by the name of Ikeisha. (Her name now reminds me of Ikea) And she was SO mean to me. Physically and emotionally.

She used to always make me do her spelling tests. We used to switch papers. She would take mine, and I would take hers. That way neither one of us wouldn't look like we were not working. You would think she would try to help me out just a little by writing the words that she knew how to spell on my spelling test. Nope. At the end of the spelling test, I would have to rush and write down all of my words too while the teacher collected everyone's papers. I was basically stuck doing two spelling tests.

Whenever we had snacks, I had to give her mine.

She shared a piece of gum that was in her mouth with another girl. I gave them a disgusted look. And later had to pay the price for that look.


One time the teacher asked us who would like to switch group seating, and I was the first one to shoot my hand up. I did not want to sit by her anymore. She sent me a threatening note after that.

She punched me in the stomach and arm this one time. And I started crying. When the teacher asked me what was wrong, I said the boy that sits next to us hit me. Poor guy.

When third grade rolled around, I talked myself into trying to stand up to her. And told myself I wouldn't take ANY CRAP from her.

To my luck, she transferred schools.

I don't even know why I was scared of her. I'm sure I could've taken her down.

And I'm not writing this post to bash on her. Nor am I looking for any sympathy.

I'm just trying to figure myself out.

I guess.

And all this bullying talk made me want to share this video with you all.(A video that I've wanted to share for a long while) Andrew Johnston competed on the British version of "America's Got Talent" also known as "Britain's got Talent". (Go figure)In school, he got teased because of the songs he chose to sing and what not. When asked how he dealt with it, he said, I just "Carried on singin' ".


He has such an awesome voice.

It gives me shivers.

Anywho, check it out :D





Saturday, March 14, 2009

musings..

I think I hate amazon.com. No, i'm pretty sure I hate them. My laptop's charger sputtered and died on me two weeks ago. There are 3 computers in my house- a desktop and two laptops other than my own. I also have three siblings who live with me. AND who won't let me near their computers. I think I hate them too. Anyways, I ordered my charger from amazon, and it was supposed to be delivered last week. But last week the charger was still in New Jersey, (I was tracking its progress- it originated in New Jersey). And this week it says that they delivered it 2 days ago. Well thats just impossible because there are no inconspicuous boxes near or around my house!

So now i'm at the library, and I mean I love my township's library because they just renovated it and everything and there are a bunch of people here and the atmosphere's nice but it's a mile from my house so I walk it because a) I don't have my license :( and b) My family seems to have other priorities...sigh. But I guess it's not sooo bad, at least i'm getting excercise!

The first thing I did was go on facebook. Actually that was the second thing- the first thing I did was see if the series that i'm reading had the next book on the shelves. It did. But I can't find it, so maybe later i'll get a librarian on the case. Thats another thing, a friend of mine got me started on the the Stephanie Plum books and i swear they're soooo entertaining I can't seem to put them down! So I guess that is a recommendation, that if you like to read and you have free time- check it out :). But back to the facebook thing. Has anyone noticed that they changed the layout? I don't really mind- but my friends apparently do. On my homescreen, a friend of mine put up an article from the LA Times that was about a play titled, "Hijabi Monologues". The play was thought up and created by University of Chicago graduate students and are short vignettes about lives of hijabi girls and women. "It's taking something that is seen as very Muslim and going, well, wait, these aren't really Muslim stories," Dan Morrison, one of the founders, said. "They're human stories that everybody has experienced or will experience in their lives." So I encourage all of you to check it out, because they're different and interesting. http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/arts/la-et-monologues6-2009mar06,0,6832090.story

Lets see what else have I been musing about.. well I watched the movie Milk with a friend of mine on thursday and was thoroughly depressed. Which is funny because a week before thursday we watched Pineapple Express- which was so ridiculously funny that I think I came near to peeing in my pants a few times :D.

Ok I think thats it. Over and Out!

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars., originally uploaded by Rabujee.I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Me, The Confucius

Yesterday was an interesting evening.
Yesterday, I was dealing with four different problems/thingys at once (let's make it five, to include my mom yelling at me). It was fun.

Back in freshman/sophomore year of college I used to play the role of mediator for a lot of things. I haven't played that role in while, at least not as often as I used to. So yesterday when the need for that role came up, I was blanking. After a point, sometimes you really don't know what to say, you see both sides, but honestly you just can't think anymore sometimes, especially when you've gone down that road a couple times already.

But I'm not like that. I don't just draw blanks. I become Confucius.
(To basically buy time)

Well, not exactly like the Chinese philosopher, a little more like the version my brother C has: Confucius says... You are CONFUSED!! {Don't ask ME, why he goes around saying that when people are confused, I can hear Confucius banging in his grave wanting to strangle us for slandering him...Sorry dude, it's this random kid at my house, I'll even give him up to you, i don't even know who or what he is}

So this is what I told two of my friends yesterday as advice/ ways to fix a problem (and I think it makes sense, if you want to make sense out of it, you just need to THINK):

So, Life.

Life is like a ball. It's like a ball that is held by a monkey. The monkey doesn't really know what to do with the ball. So, the monkey throws the ball, hits the ball, spins the ball, sits on the ball.

And, sometimes the monkey pees on the ball. What the monkey doesn't know is that when it's throwing the ball, kicking the ball, hitting the ball, he or she (actually since it's a monkey let's stick with he), he doesn't know that what he's doing to the ball, is actually what one does with a ball.

And things of life?

Things of life are like a ping pong ball. A Ping Pong Ball. If you can't hit the ball with a paddle the way you need to or should, then the ball goes everywhere else but the place you need it to be, unless you get lucky. And those that know how to use the paddle really well, and make the ball go where they want it to? Even they hit the ball off the table by accident or miss it completely when the ball is crazy; they screw up too sometimes. So when you don't know how to play the game, you get frustrated. You get frustrated with the stupid ball that won't listen to you. And so you quit the game. And then when you watch someone else play the game, you want to try and play the game again. So you never really quit.



Does the post make no sense to you?
Probably

Are you considering quitting as a follower if you are one?
Potentially

Will you never come back here again?
Perhaps

Will C.A. want to kill me for losing readers and thus making her further from her dream?
maayyybe?

Will you report me to a psych ward?
.....I'll come after you so fast, it'll make Confucius want to stay in his grave forever.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Mrs. Cullen: The Tagee

Dear Friends,

I was tagged a little while back by Nickie to play this game and I finally got around to finishing it!  The rules are: 1. To each letter of the alphabet, write a word connected to you. 2. Tag 6 people. 

ANNOYED. I am kinda annoyed right now.
BROKE. I am kinda broke. But not as broke as before.
CAT. I love my cat. Sigh.                       
DENTIST. I wanna be a Dentist when I grow up.
EGGS. Allergic to eggs.
FISH. My cat will eat my fish one of these days. 
GANGSTA. I'm a gangsta. A straight up G. The gangsta life is the life fo me.
HEROES. I need to catch up on Heroes. 
INTIMIDATED. I am kinda intimidated right now.
JELLO. Its alive. I made some last week. It was yummy.
KASHMIR. I wanna go visit. Sigh.
LIFEHOUSE. My favorite band ever.
MERVY. My best friend's nick name. 
NEW YORK CITY. I hate cities. But um. Yeah.
ORANGE. My favorite color. And ex color of my room.
PHYSICS. Stupidest subject in the history of subjects. 
QUEST. Um. I am on a mission right now.
ROMEO. Waiting for mine to come.. Still waiting..
SCION TC. My car. Thanks to God. I love it. 
TELEVISION. Life.
UMBRELLA. Its been raining the last few days. I want rain boots.
VIOLENT. I used to be. Towards my siblings.
WORKING OUT. Started two months ago. Quit a month ago.
X-MAS. Don't celebrate but I like it.
YOUR MOMMA. So fat.
ZOO. I have been wanting to go forever. Take me. 

I tag you: 

Yours for the sake of Peace and Sisterhood,
Mrs. Cullen

Women

I was on facebook today, my homescreen popped up and a friend of mine had posted an article about International Women's Day, which is today. I of course did not know that, so I read the article http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5iNevZJjf-a2QZEuYlAQBEN0xp8fQ, and it's basically about the plight of the modern woman today. One statistic that really popped out at me was what the UN Secretary General had said, one in five women around the world has been a victim of rape or attempted rape. That number is so incredibly staggering. That, and the 10,000 women who turned up on the streets of Kinshasa, Africa to protest the "massive and savage violence against women and children using them as a weapon of war", has gotten me thinking about the lives of women around the world. There needs to be more done to educate, protect and uplift not just women, but women and men. So I ask you to take a moment and reflect upon the ever changing lives of women around the world and maybe think of a way you could educate the people in your lives so that more awareness is generated over this issue.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Why do people kill ants?

Seriously, I don't get it :(. What did ants ever do to you?

..Apparently they can cause itching? lol humans are arrogant..


In other news...

OMG, I read the Qur'an the other day and found reference to aliens!!!! YES, aliens exist. BOOYA to the ethnocentrists. It's indeed an exciting time to be alive.
"Among His (God's) signs is the creation of the heavens and the earth, and the living creatures that He has scattered throughout the universe : and He has power to gather them together when He wills." (Holy Qur'an 42:29)

*note: in Qur'an translation, "the heavens" is synono
mous to "the universe"























..Could it be?!?!?!


(The following has nothing to do with anything, except lols and FAIL that does not involve school: )
























Also, anti-theft improvising for the broke (like me):














hehehe.



-this post is dedicated to AL


Saturday, March 7, 2009

I do not eat green eggs and ham.I do not like them, Sam-I-am.






This week is Dr. Seuss' birthday.

I never really understood why certain people got their birthday celebrated for a week and got all sorts of recognition. While others just have to settle for one measly schmeasly day.


Actually now that I think about it, sometimes it seems like my friends and I are celebrating each others birthdays for like months since we don't actually do anything for that particular individual until five months later. Never the day of. But in all actuality, we are just really, really busy people and don't get the time to celebrate the day of. Either that, or we're too lazy. Or broke. Or both.


But that's neither important nor relevant to Dr. Seuss.

So moving along to the point: this week I was reading one of his books: Fox on Socks to one of my precious students. While reading the book, I was getting irritated because 1. The kid wasn't listening to me and 2. While reading it, I kept thinking that it made no sense.


Later on in the day after reading that book to the annoying kid, I was complaining to a coworker of mine about how Dr. Seuss books are pointless and how I couldn't believe that someone got paid to write stuff like that and then go on becoming as famous as he did. And really rich. While ranting to my co-worker, another co-worker jumps in and says that Dr. Seuss' books do make sense and each book has a hidden message about various issues that go on in the world. Or went on in the world.

I didn’t see how that was possible. So she went on to explain to me that some of his books deal with racism and environmentalism and ethnocentrism and all sorts of isms.

I didn’t believe her.

So I wikipediaed it. (I heart wikipedia. It has like EVERYTHING. And I don't understand why it's not considered a scholarly source to use when writing umm scholarly-ish papers)

And it turns out she’s right.

According to Wikipedia:

Many of Dr. Seuss's books are thought to express his views on a myriad of social and political issues: The Lorax (1971), about environmentalism and anti-consumerism; The Sneetches (1961), about racial equality; The Butter Battle Book (1984), about the arms race; Yertle the Turtle (1958), about anti-fascism and anti-authoritarianism; How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (1957), about anti-materialism; and Horton Hears a Who! (1954), about anti-isolationism and internationalism.[11][9]



And here is an example from one of his books Yertle the Turtle. As stated earlier, this story is thought to have been about anti-authoritarianism:


And today the great Yertle, that Marvelous he,
Is King of the Mud. That is all he can see.
And the turtles, of course... all the turtles are free
As turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.



Alas! What would we do without Wiki.


Seriously who would’ve thought.


So I do apologize to Dr. Seuss and any die hard Dr. Seuss fans out there for doubting his writing style and mocking his work and accusing him of making absolutely no sense whatsoever.


Do forgive my ignorance.



And in honor of him and his birthday I wanted to share some of my favorite Dr. Seuss quotes. (Quotes that aren’t necessarily from his books, but inspirational nonetheless)

  • “Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.”
  • “You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own.
    And you know what you know. You are the guy who'll decide where to go.”
  • Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.
  • “Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than you.”
  • Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

Friday, March 6, 2009

The other day, while I was walking on campus, I hear this sound,


Rhhrr hhhrrrh hhhrrrrr hrrr hrr


What? What is that? Should I turn around? Why does it sound like someone trying to start a car?


Hrrr Rhhr rhhrrr rhhrrr rhrrrrrr


(Walking slower, and looking at the source of the sound from the corner of my eye, which)


What the heck it's a guy behind me...


Hrrr hrrr Rhr rhrr rhhrrr


SERIOUSLY, IS THIS GUY TRYING TO MESS WITH ME??? What does he think he's doing?!


I stopped walking, to see what the guy who's making weird noises at me will do. He keeps walking right past me while talking on a cellphone,


"Yeah and then we should give her all the pictures, Rhhr hrr hrrr hrrr hrr"


He's laughing.


The dude was laughing! I was completely thrown off. I've heard really weird laughs in my lifetime, but this one would take the cake. (Yes I'm in the mood for random phrases that may not make sense)
I mean it sounded like a car starting up. I mean, it could come in handy. Like, if you needed to trick someone into believing that their car was starting up, or fool someone else that someone else's car was starting (like if the bad guy is doing something and thinks no one is around, but then hears a car starting and runs away), or if you were a stand up comedian who needed to make sounds of a car starting, or... ..I give up.


And for the record, I'm not making fun of his laugh. I have an annoying laugh myself, and he ...he just had a really weird laugh. At least his doesn't sound like someone gasping for breath or sounds like he 's cackling or randomly starts snorting........WOW, I'm changing MY laugh.

He should BE GRATEFUL for his laugh.


Wednesday, March 4, 2009

H2


H2, originally uploaded by Rabujee.

As in Hummer 2...I always hated these gas guzzlers, they look and feel so obnoxious to me...and most of the time their drivers hold the same driving habits (though I should not generalize).

But yesterday I was literally bouncing in my seat when I got the privilege of driving another guzzler... an Escalade. (Controlled Chaos can attest to just how friggin' excited I was).

Okay granted, Escalades are pretty common, you're probably thinking what's wrong with her? It wasn't the car but the fact that it had a corvette engine installed and every time that thing roared to life, I ...um....squealed like the girl that I am (*sigh* I'm sorry its just natural even though I hate doing it, most of the time the sound has already escaped my mouth before I notice).

It was my friends company car, which she gets to work on, and test out...hence the Corvette engine. I loved hearing her stories about work and I was completely fascinated (again) by the auto industry.
And at the end of it all, I was left thinking...

DAMN YOU, Whoever screwed up this economy ...for taking away my chance at an automotive career....ughy!!!!!

*shakes fist*

Its just too unstable to risk getting into as a new engineer...*sigh* *sigh* *sigh*

That is all my friends.

Also, please pray that my friends job (and that of thousands and thousands of auto workers) stays secure and stabilizes. If she keeps it up, she hinted in a few months I might get to drive a corvette... Hehehehe ;)

Counting down the days, God-willing.