tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39130641453885123712024-03-05T04:35:25.950-05:00I Beg To Differbut, forgot to read the fine print...PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-51281253192911546872012-02-21T23:43:00.006-05:002012-02-22T00:21:01.800-05:00I Think About It Every Night & Day.. I'm addictedMemes.I have a slight addiction. <br /><br /><br /><span class="center-caption"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQOKmsB9PZCCPDs__qAMpatYCO2S7NHCEbh2c3bvJ2fz6K5KJyjgw1OGVwFOP7BoAxQ-b7Zb8O9GMjkYDb6p5hEcjmQ8SRIwzRZGoXhFORGfbaaTOHJq14oA10_rCoRXk0pgSzSqsnwz5/s320/nikkah.jpg" /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I make about 12 a day. <br /><br />I tried meme rehab but I'm just too funny.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-62536328929252958342012-01-26T17:05:00.003-05:002012-01-26T17:10:08.794-05:00Sh*t White Girls Say.....To Muslims<iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nVmZP8NitNA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br />She's funny. Can't wait to see who she turns out to be.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-13778564177045303092011-02-11T11:45:00.006-05:002011-02-11T11:59:45.490-05:00Egypt is the new black...<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >D</span>ear George W. Bush: this is how the Middle East gets re-made. No invasions necessary.<br /><br /><span class="center-caption"><img src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2011/02/12/alg_protest_egypt_5.jpg" /><p>Protesters have been in Cairo's Tahrir Square for nearly three weeks.<br />Todras-Whitehill/AP </p></span><p></p><br /><br />According to the New York Daily News <blockquote><p><a title="Egypt" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Egypt">Egypt</a>'s hated <a title="Hosni Mubarak" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Hosni+Mubarak">President Hosni Mubarak</a> stepped down Friday - 18 days after his countrymen revolted against his autocratic rule.</p><p>Mubarak's exit was announced by his hand-picked vice president, <a title="Omar Suleiman" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Omar+Suleiman">Omar Suleiman</a>, in a brief statement.</p><p>"My fellow citizens," Suleiman said. "President Mubarak has decided to leave the office of the president."</p><p>The <a title="Egyptian Armed Forces" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Egyptian+Armed+Forces">Egyptian Army</a>, he said, has been "instructed" to run the country in the interim.</p><p>The announcement sparked an enormous outburst of joy in <a title="Cairo (Egypt)" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Cairo+%28Egypt%29">Cairo</a>'s central <a title="Tahrir Square" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Tahrir+Square">Tahrir Square</a>, where hundreds of thousands had gathered for an 18th day demanded that the tyrant step down.</p><div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br />Read more: <a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/2011/02/11/2011-02-11_hosni_mubarak_steps_down_as_egypts_president_hands_over_power_to_military_as_pro.html#ixzz1DfaHUqS8">http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/2011/</a><br /></div></blockquote><br /><br />I'm not sure what lies ahead for the Egyptian people but, I'm certain it is far richer than what lies behind them.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-27696006585510814212011-02-05T10:59:00.010-05:002011-02-05T12:15:57.699-05:00But, you can't fall in love alone... [The Polygamy Post]<span class="center-caption"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtoha1YCH6u3OdVDZEvWqs2ctsAUV0faOovTHIsqkAhgb4DAE_IWUepyvQp8nT3j1P56AGUv_t6Vybf01cFVmCZF4ijnqRLcerf0BDpBCWR5kmGfNrNe3-O5IcVnmvb_6_12iasd_x4-ou/s1600/sister2.jpg" /><p>TLC's <span style="font-style:italic;">"Sister Wives," the story of modern American Plural Marriage</span></p></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >I</span>t premiered in late fall, maybe even winter, of 2010. It immediately picked up steam as one of the hottest nights on cable television for pushing boundaries of societal norms and expectations. It went were, as average Americans, knew yet so comfortably ignored. It is TLC's "<a href="http://www.google.com/#sclient=psy&hl=en&q=tlc+sister+wives&aq=0&aqi=g4g-o1&aql=&oq=&pbx=1&fp=9c6d4de6362e8dde"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sister Wives</span></a>," the inside story of polygamy in modern day America.<br /><br />As a Muslim I grew up probably more aware of polygamy than I would argue the average 20-something American is. Experience meant nothing however as I, along with my faithful Sunday night TV buddy, Carly, tuned in to <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/videos/sister-wives-tour-the-brown-family-home.html">TLC's </a><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/videos/sister-wives-tour-the-brown-family-home.html">Sister Wives</a>.</span> Words can not accurately express the emotions from happiness to sorrow that filled my soul every time the credits began to role. We gasped and even questioned along with millions of other viewers episode after episode at the <span style="font-style: italic;">Sister Wives</span> and their surprisingly normal lifestyle. By the end of the season it seemed as though more often than not I found myself forgetting they were different.<br /><br /><span class="center-caption"><img src="http://azizaizmargari.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/big_love.jpg" /><p>HBO's<span style="font-style:italic;">"Big Love" </span></p></span><br /><br />The season ended with a (spoiler alert): new wife being added to the dynamic and one wife contemplating the possibility of an exit. Left w/o a Sunday night show to watch I looked into alternative television programming about polygamy to find a gem, HBO's <span style="font-style: italic;">Big Love.</span> The parallels between the scripted version and the TLC reality version are unreal. There I was again along for episode after episode of polygamy. The difference however was that because<span style="font-style: italic;"> Big Love</span> is scripted I felt more at ease with fully judging the characters. This was until of course I realized there was a part of me that wanted to be one.<br /><br />This sudden urge to become a sister wife myself could be logically assigned to a many number of factors: my age, my location, the weather (icepocalypse), the date, Beiber, etc. But, I say that beneath all the "OMGWTHHOW?!WHY" of both <span style="font-style: italic;">Sister Wives</span> & <span style="font-style: italic;"> Big Love</span> there is a certain level of undeniable humanity that I crave. Despite their jealous tendencies, uncontrollable tantrums over nightly arrangements, and soccer practices galore I like the companionship, rush and commotion of the lifestyle that polygamy seems to create. I think of it like a sibling relationship who knows what your family is going through better than your siblings who also grew up in the same family w/the same issues?<br /><br />Again, this is all nothing more than an over exaggerated thought process as I frequently tend to wish I was living someone else's life, --even if they do share their husband on a rotational basis with me. As I watched the final episode of the season and the constant running/hiding the women had to go through just to be in this life I realized polygamy is more than likely not the lifestyle for me. The companionship just wouldn't amount, in my opinion, to the sleepless nights and possible weight gain from stress acquired by the whole ordeal. Still, a girl can dream can't she?PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-48632176709070682812011-02-03T10:49:00.004-05:002011-02-03T11:18:25.092-05:00I'd like to make myself belive, that planet Earth moves slowly...Hate is a strong word.<br /><br />Now that that is established let it be known that as of February 3rd of 2011, I hate my universities' <a href="http://lmgtfy.com/?q=what+is+a+bursar+office+%2B+http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indiana.edu%2F%7Eblbursar%2F">Bursar office</a>. Long story short they applied a scholarship I now longer have because I changed my major to pursue my passion and do what I so desperately believe will actually matter in the world. This of course resulted in them spending money I didn't have and then charging me for their mistake. They also are charging me 10% in late fees on top of the money I already don't have. They are also asking that I pay the 350$ that the scholarship didn't cover. Also they didn't even email me to notify me of the removal of my scholarship until nearly a week after it occurred. My mother instructs me to go down there and "get my money."<br /><br />So, I do. I explain that they are charging me more than the scholarship ever would've covered. The consultant agrees. She does not apologize. She only uses facts. She says it sucks but, they aren't financial aid. They do not "help get money for students to go to school." My mother texts me to demand an itemized list of expenses, show were I was double charged. I asked. The consultant gave me the sheet. I ripped it. She waves good bye. I paid the bill. I now have 12$ to my name.<br /><br /><br />She went back to playing Farmville.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-73474254384540469702010-09-15T15:00:00.002-04:002010-09-15T15:33:44.963-04:00No regrets, Just love....<span style="font-weight:bold;">My life is too much of the "I can't sleep" and not enough of the "don't ever look back." Or for that matter not enough of any of the Teenage Dream. <br /><br /><br /><center><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlW5c4tInvY?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&hd=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlW5c4tInvY?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Feeling like you need the lyrics to appreciate the full experience? <a href="http://www.directlyrics.com/katy-perry-teenage-dream-lyrics.html">Teenage Dream</a>/<a href="http://www.directlyrics.com/bruno-mars-just-the-way-you-are-lyrics.html">Just the way you are</a></span>PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-31293180802838038002010-08-19T23:05:00.003-04:002010-08-19T23:39:15.817-04:00I could use a dream or a genie or a wish...Sometimes, I come here just to remember who I used to be. I'm kind of 'in between me's', just a small town girl living in a lonely world. The problem is I missed the midnight train going anywhere. So until I find my metaphorical boarding pass, I'm just living on a prayer. But, enough about me. There are 1440 minutes so how are you today?PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-17710198113011084872010-05-02T12:11:00.010-04:002011-02-03T11:33:42.294-05:00When Somebody Loved Me Everything Was Beautiful...<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >I</span>t's final weeks which in short means reviewing everything you thought you knew to quickly and unfortunately realize you know nothing. Then you stress, worry, and think about thinking about sleeping but, you don't. And if you're me, you have two, really 3, jobs, semi-alcoholic neighbors, friends in other states having mock crises which require 4am phone calls, and presentations galore. I do everything for everyone and for nothing besides, temporary peace of mind. And while I hate to quote <a href="http://lmgtfy.com/?q=who+is+britney+spears+I%27m+not+a+girl+not+yet+a+woman+lyrics">Ms. Spears</a> in such a moment, <span style="font-style: italic;">"all I need is time, a moment that is mine, while I'm in between."</span> So, there it is dearest of constantly neglected blogs, I'm someone I don't know and currently feeling a little besides myself.<br /><br /><br />Someone with <a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/">Postsecret</a> agrees:<br /><br /><br /><span class="center-caption"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNl0SzIl-eVPZEqFihyT1kwmkr9VjQvArBk3QIzgqOzy89j5aHr1XEt6T5_Yx114rhyER35SRCWdSNyD_0RCDqO4DUv436prhWC8SDovocCuHrNMSJEFICl95eWLq1QWOsOKZszpUPHwN/s320/count.jpg" /><p>"<span style="font-weight: bold;">She needs wide open spaces</span><br />Room to make her big mistakes<br />She needs new faces."</p></span><br /><br />It's fairly simple really: my ever-increasing list of things <span style="font-style: italic;">to do</span> is leaving me feeling totally <span style="font-style: italic;">undone</span>. I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once. It's cheating. The world is cheating, or perhaps the world is just wiser than I. Either way, I've found there is only one solution: <blockquote>I want to take a vacation...with myself. How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then to rest afterward.</blockquote>I shall sip cocoa, leave my hair in it's original waved bounce state, and pray for the rain to continue. If I'm lucky laughter, dancing, and romantic interests will be peaked.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">World, now, right now, I need me.</span>PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-16501735402813081152010-03-23T11:38:00.006-04:002010-03-23T12:53:18.200-04:00There's so much nonsense; It's on my conscience..<span style="font-weight: bold;">Where am I?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/492395491_ca15170ff7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 191px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/492395491_ca15170ff7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I am <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sergio-bruno/492395491/in/pool-bloomingtonindiana/">here</a>, physically anyways. It's both a crossroads and a one way.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />What's got me so busied?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZgucjEp9rUnp_I2mtVE7KEUIPXIW5yXKq2QXYkad6tEA1_IMTDpe9Mxtzjrdcqt42stSHQ09NWZOUJvJruUEs0-nw9smdtOgOwsF5mTiA1HwHzaOlUSj7eUYLBVXfuUxd3AOU4z_mbzY/s1600-h/bike1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZgucjEp9rUnp_I2mtVE7KEUIPXIW5yXKq2QXYkad6tEA1_IMTDpe9Mxtzjrdcqt42stSHQ09NWZOUJvJruUEs0-nw9smdtOgOwsF5mTiA1HwHzaOlUSj7eUYLBVXfuUxd3AOU4z_mbzY/s320/bike1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451866339942970562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wfiupublicradio/3478783350/in/photostream/">This</a>. Better known as <a href="http://lmgtfy.com/?q=IUSF+little+500&l=1">this</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where am I going?</span><br /><br /><center><object width="446" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/ElizabethGilbert_2009-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/ElizabethGilbert_2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=453&introDuration=16500&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=2000&adKeys=talk=elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius;year=2009;theme=the_creative_spark;theme=words_about_words;theme=speaking_at_ted2009;event=TED2009;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/ElizabethGilbert_2009-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/ElizabethGilbert_2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=453&introDuration=16500&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=2000&adKeys=talk=elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius;year=2009;theme=the_creative_spark;theme=words_about_words;theme=speaking_at_ted2009;event=TED2009;" width="446" height="326"></embed></object></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure yet...... but, I'm sure it'll be fabulous.</div>PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-20622615065001150602010-02-17T00:24:00.007-05:002011-02-03T11:30:28.546-05:00Well, It's So Much Better When We're TogetherLet us not discuss the obvious, and increasingly declining, lack of blogging. Let us instead discuss my co-worker/part-time shrink, Rebecca. She's amazing. She bothers me sometimes but, for all the wrong reasons. Perhaps, we'll discuss this later. Now however, it's Becca's birthday.<br /><br />Birthdays are special because they aren't like other days, they are original. They, birthdays, are the day on which you, the chosen person of that date, were born. Not everyone can say that. Today is Becca's bday. If, <s>time</s> life permits I shall update this post with pictures of my hand-crafted, thought provoking, blogger inspired birthday present. If not, use your imagination.<br /><br />I made her a card. The inside read: <blockquote><p>"My father used to brag 'age is just a number.' Surely, I believed to simply avoid facing the reality of his own age. Nonetheless, he would always add, "our hearts however, choose our age." So I thought about it and avoiding as many numbers as possible, I realized you are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair. So Rebecca I ask, today, how old are? And if it's lonely once you've added, subtracted, and divided your way through the years to realize you are 5 and in the sandbox, know that I'll play with you even once we realize our numbers are older than our ages tell. Really, it's shoe sizes that matter anyways. So, dig deep, worry less, and always carry a shovel in the sandbox of life. " </p><p></p><p></p></blockquote><br /><br />Birthdays: growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-20128678537027171112010-02-03T14:00:00.001-05:002010-02-03T23:54:22.119-05:00I Could Use Somebody, Somebody Like You...<span style="font-weight: bold;">Fact:</span> [fakt]<br />–noun<br /><ol><li> something that actually exists; reality; truth: Your fears have no basis in fact.</li><li> something known to exist or to have happened: Space travel is now a fact.</li></ol>Today in 4th grade we looked at "facts" that is something that is unfaltering from person-to-person, essentially the origin of the detail should be non-opinionated. A fact is that which is founded in truth. After going over what a fact is and what a fact isn't for about 30mins (because children don't understand what parents say is not necessarily "fact")I sent home little slips where the children had an opportunity to interview their parents. After they spoke with their parents they were to write down 3 facts. My five favorites are listed below.<br /><br /><ol><blockquote><li>Women lie. Men lie.<br /></li><li>Valentine's Day is not about candy or teddy bears. It is definitely not about love.</li><li>Everyone dies, not everyone lives.<br /></li><li>Women aren't like coffee. They don't smell that fresh in the morning.</li><li>America is a Ghetto. </li></blockquote></ol>I thought these were worth blogging, worth sharing. But, I'm selfish and love these "facts" so, I'm keeping them. Tomorrow I will walk in look them each in the eyes and with all the matter of fact presence one can muster I will tell them I have no clue were their facts are. They are in the "in.spire" shoe box under my bed. I'm going to make a collage.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-57328165896515236952009-12-14T16:57:00.005-05:002010-03-26T19:20:38.929-04:00L'Amitié Est l'Amour Sans Ailes...Our final assignment in my teaching for a pluralistic society class is to find something we, for lack of a better word, 'suck' at and describe why and how we suck. I believe the object is to identify and explore the depths of our weaknesses and how they have come to be such, as opposed to our strengths. Here's a sparknotes version of my essay:<br /><blockquote><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PerplxinTexan on why I suck at love: </span> I just wrote,"<span><span>Warm up very slowly in courting and relationships. The hottest love can have the coldest end</span></span>. There are lots of important -ships in life. Big ships, small ships, ships happen. But, the most important ship of all is friendship. You can't love without being friends. Many a marriage has ended because people stopped being friends, people we love, laugh, and trust with.<br /><br />Maybe it's lust, hate, like, or jealousy. But, it will never be love. It will never be love without being friends first. My problem is I've got one too many friends, or at least people who consider me a friend. The boundaries in my life are skewed, ill-defined and fading. We know a classroom is a classroom because we call it that. But, just because he calls me a friend doesn't mean I am. I should love slow because, love is not tricky. Friendship is tricky."</blockquote>PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-7412560462756299372009-12-08T15:00:00.001-05:002010-01-22T13:08:42.522-05:00Welcome To The Family #6- Who Let The Dogs Out?For those 12 of you who just started singing and/or humming that song in some fashion or another G-d bless you. For everyone else brush up on your '90's pop already.<br /><br />My brother and I haven't spoken for awhile. No- no Lifetime story is to follow we just realized we have lives...or at least I did. But, today he graced me with a Facebook status we couldn't deny.<br /><br /><blockquote>"<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">If I see any1 dress their dog up in a freaking <a href="http://lmgtfy.com/?q=what+is+a+Snuggie%3F&l=1">Snuggie</a>, they better call Sarah McLaughlin cause me & <a href="http://lmgtfy.com/?q=Michael+Vick+%2B+dog+&l=1">Mike Vick</a> ain't haven it!"<br /><br /></span></span></blockquote><br />It's probably horribly unethical and going to reserve me a spot in hell for at least 10 mins. but, I laughed. In fact, I'm still laughing. You should laugh too that way I won't be alone.-- not that I should be worried about being alone while in hell but, I am.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-9341140387415067762009-12-06T22:11:00.006-05:002009-12-18T16:59:49.991-05:00Sunday Snippets #8: Faith Is Best Viewed In The Dark<span class="center-caption"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyRxq0qKVDL0dB81RfFO1dhOaydXKziMnMerXiw-uvkXOV0n5AMkUDPqhJWRmhj1CSxCBgN7ww9As3bEqYvAEm15VI9_GslTX75kjrPNGw13RmjA3YvCpxixxsVL2wQ7J57bFddDw1j3C4/s320/stars2.jpg" /><p>"Wherever you go, I'm calling, even when we're falling apart."</p></span> <br />One night a friend texted me to me open my window and watch the stars. Eager to correct him, I asked, "watch the stars or look at the stars?" He confidently texted back, "watch." Forever, I was confused as to how anyone could watch an object not living, not in motion. You <span style="font-style: italic;">watch</span> TV, you <span style="font-style: italic;">watch </span>the clouds roll by in an airplane. You don't watch the stars. Why would I watch for something that will be there always? Today however it occurred to me that stars although visibly not in motion, are moving. They won't always be there. Just because something isn't in your face, jumping up and down doesn't mean they are even less worthy of being watched. Even if we aren’t part of it, everyday is the start of something beautiful.Stars are silent beauties, shining into the darkness. Really, he's kind of my star. He shines when I feel down, dark, troubled.<br /><br />You told me about the stars but, I thought of their shine. I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the <span style="font-weight: bold;">stars</span>.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-13802508546496073442009-12-03T01:31:00.001-05:002009-12-03T01:33:07.215-05:00Enough is Enough...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My life has become episodes of Grey's. Perhaps, my life would improve if I could figure out whether I'm a Meredith, narrating, being, understanding, or a Chang stubborn, blunt, abrasive, vulnerable. Either way, I'm someone else.</span><br /></div><br />I have an aunt who, whenever she poured anything for you, would say: “say when”. My aunt would say, “Say when,” and of course, we never did.<br /><br />We don’t say “when” because there’s something about the possibility of more. More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better.<br /><br />There’s something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say “when.” I think it’s a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It’s entirely up to the individual… and depends on what’s being poured. Sometimes, all we want is a taste. Other times, there’s no such thing as enough. The glass is bottomless.<br /><br />And all we want… is more.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-39544208270081476612009-11-22T16:09:00.005-05:002009-12-02T10:27:10.335-05:00Mais Si Je Reste Avec Toi...<div style="text-align: right;"><span>.....There'll be the one less lonely girl.</span><br /></div><span><br /><br /><span class="center-caption"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8LZGvytLDw98JoTn6AFhqBPX58k0vzjMiJ1un46TEZSfQRlNrshntzj67JmFUcaCNifJWc9IeYg9Xsv6_L0TJgUQyiVTZu1qvrkRJkgurHEYAxupR2aby4qHvbCGc9kIWfzH54el4qtrN/s320/jb.jpg" /><p>"Justin D. Bieber- Let me tell you one time, I love you."</p></span><br />For those of you non-American pop culture obsessed humans out there, know that <a href="http://lmgtfy.com/?q=who+is+Justin+Bieber%3F&l=1">Justin Bieber</a> is the latest tweeny bop sensation. For someone who, at best, reaches my chest and by the looks of it ages at about 10 he's got a voice, a good voice even. I, too, thought he was another fad but, I accidentally stumbled upon <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ko8gepM8MBU">this video</a> yesterday and discovered under all that American spirit and Hollywood make-up there's talent.</span><span> I know, I know, it'll suck once he hits puberty and reality sets in but, look at those cheeks! Today, only furthered my increasing crush on the Bieb as I discovered he <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZYUX78MEz0">can sing in French</a>, perhaps the Canadian, not sure. But, when he belts out "</span><span>Aucun autre visage ne m'a rendu fou, now all I see is you," I melt. Then I hear, "I'm coming for you."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So here it is everyone: </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dearest Justin Bieber, </span><br /><br />Despite your lack of vertical distance and an actual Adam's apple I think you're adorable. You're lyrics only sound significant in French, true but, this we can work past. I write, you sing, we both like crayons, juice-boxes, and naps. So do, do come, and make me one less lonely girl.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Love, PTexan</span></span><br /><span></span></div><br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ZYUX78MEz0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ZYUX78MEz0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />He's more famous for his smash hit: One Time. YouTube making dreams come true, again.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-26997066654868517122009-11-15T18:00:00.000-05:002009-11-15T20:33:43.263-05:00Sunday Snippets #7--When You Smile At Me You Know Exactly What You DoThe problem lies in that gap of time before everything either goes horribly right or perfectly wrong. But, what sucks more than any of that is being disappointed. It burns because it means that at some point you trusted and believed in something that you no longer do. It means that you wanted to share a piece of another person, place, or thing with yourself and it just didn't follow through. You let go of whatever boundary and insecurity was within you for the sake of another but, still it wasn't enough because, it, him, her, or perhaps even they didn't follow through.Or maybe, it was the other way around. Doesn't really matter how it happened, or when it happened. In fact, it doesn't even matter where it happened. What matters is that it happened at all. Even if by some odd chain of event you learn to<span style="font-style: italic;"> forgive and forget</span> you will never believe in the same way. But that's life, loosing and gaining faith. If it didn't happen how would we know that anything, anybody, or any place matters? We wouldn't. That's why I'm sure that today you're the only thing (my red bicycle, vintage 6th grade diary, & first love) that I know like the back of my hand. I trust that. <span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lesson Learned:</span> What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.</span></span>PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-34998372147972437782009-11-05T17:26:00.009-05:002009-11-05T18:30:40.939-05:00Where Is The Love?: The Ft. Hood Post<span class="left-caption"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61eXFk-MZwjAEONwvSFaQKZ6WRaXlJE3IkJRNHOTBMEOkoTIty0xy7Y1EXZ-6x-1kxkw45UIAJ92nywAuwgBiG_FJJcoGGFsDDImh1KwgvuqnrjxGbKMZhyOh4IO6IbGHiaep-Vac-2j1/s320/fthd.jpg" /><p>"Image via Fox News, Location of Ft. Hood"</p></span> I've been awake all of 20 mins and am flooded with tweets and text regarding the Ft.Hood story. Granted, I am from Texas and so perhaps some of the people texting me are looking for answers as opposed to predicting discrimination but, when I read a tweet stating,<br /><br /><br /><blockquote>"<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">RT @<a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/akonsen">akonsen</a> I'll bet a $250 Red Cross donation that the <a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23FtHood" title="#FtHood" class="tweet-url hashtag">#FtHood</a> shooters are Muslim. Any takers?"</span></span></blockquote><br />My heart immediately sinks, and how could it not? More and more I'm faced with the reality that Islam is currently at the forefront of nearly every instance of media-covered violence. From banks to schools and even in churches if there is crime and there is a person needed to blame you can rest assured a "Muslim" or at least a person with an "Arabic" name will be arrested or killed for the <span style="font-style: italic;">suspected</span> charges soon after. Here's the thing, I'm not denying that <u>ONE</u> of the <span style="font-style: italic;">suspected</span> gunmen was a Muslim. I am however begging Americans, and people everywhere, to recognize that one act of violence on behalf of an individual claiming Islam <span style="font-weight: bold;"><u>does not</u></span> equate an entire religion of violent people.The current facts are as follows per <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,572305,00.html?test=latestnews">Fox News</a>:<br /><blockquote><br />A shooting rampage Thursday afternoon at the Army's Fort Hood in Texas killed 11 and wounded 31 before the gunman was killed and two suspects taken into custody. All three of the people believed to have carried out the shooting were soldiers, Lt. General Bob Cone told reporters Thursday evening, though the motive remains unclear.<br />Cone said witnesses reported seeing more than one shooter, but that couldn't be confirmed. The primary shooter used two handguns, he said.<br /><br />The shooting took place 1:30 p.m. Thursday at the post's Soldier Readiness Center, where soldiers undergo medical screening before being deployed or after returning from overseas.</blockquote><br />We all know however that Fox News doesn't exactly have the clearest track record of viable 'news,' as it's often biased and ill-cited. Distress lies in the fact that one of the supposed shooters was a man by the name of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Major Malik Nadal Hasan</span>. Hasan is a recent convert to Islam, a suspect who conveniently matches the scapegoat criteria of having both an "Arabic-sounding name" and being Muslim. Some immediate points of interest are the words, recent and convert. A person who converts, be it any religion, is not necessarily equipped with all of the same tendencies or understandings that a person who's been practicing their entire lives or at least longer than 'recently' might have been exposed to. Accordingly, I find it worthy of emphasis that the suspected shooter is a<span style="font-style: italic;"> recent</span> convert, recent meaning perhaps Major Mailk was not as aware of the true meaning behind Islams ever peaceful ideals. With any religion, race, or other varying factors of an individual there is always room for flaw, misunderstanding, and failure. We after all are but humans. Am I justifying the actions of Major Malik? Not in the slightest,<span style="font-style: italic;"> if </span>he did as he is accused with then he is wrong, period. There is no justification in the world, in my opinion, for take <span style="font-weight: bold;">any</span> innocent life.<br /><br />Just makes me want to sing out in <a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Black%20Eyed%20Peas%20Lyrics/Where%20Is%20The%20Love%20Lyrics.html">Black Eyed Peas</a> lyrics:<br /><blockquote><br />I think the whole worlds addicted to the drama<br />Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma<br />Overseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorism<br />But we still got terrorists here livin<br />In the USA the big CIA the Bloodz and the Crips and the KKK<br />But if you only have love for your own race<br />Then you only leave space to discriminate<br />And to discriminate only generates hate</blockquote><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Real talk: If you never know peace then you never know love.</span><span><br /></span><br />For fast facts regarding the Ft. Hood shooting be sure to check <a href="http://bit.ly/Q1Lut%20">Hot Air.com</a> & <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/WN/soldiers-killed-fort-hood-shooting/story?id=9007938">ABC News</a>.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-29495270902087019452009-11-01T14:16:00.009-05:002009-11-01T23:26:20.558-05:00Sunday Snippets #5-- Sometimes Goodbye Is The Only Way To Say Hello<span class="center-caption"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b5QQG9oMfWGj9MRqslYuJAWgxQGLQNsblK5QKnxZ-rk_cCRuSZy6YyxMNci1ncJWGz2PuT52ZaeYru9PA55T_rFAON9iqG2W6La4ZwRRVOIDH45ECUzGoLhrW5Nwd3btzIDo6i8V6iRd/s320/pgt.jpg" /><p>"We call an unforgettable love like that memories."</p></span><br /><br /><br />Way back when I wore side pony tails and a pair of shiny black shoes to elementary school I remember a time when my then best friend and I found a rabbit. Oh how I loved rabbit, I named him Rabbit too. Rabbit was so tiny and perfectly cream in color. And one day Rabbit did what rabbits do; rabbit hopped. Rabbit hopped, and hopped, and hopped. Me and Chereen chased, and chased, and chased. But, we never caught rabbit again.<br /><br />I didn’t cry like Chereen did because, my mother said that Rabbit hopped to freedom and that as long as I <i>loved</i> Rabbit I would <i>have </i>Rabbit. She said, “We call an unforgettable love like that, memories.” <span>Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. Isn’t that crazy to think that we have a way of forever holding onto a piece of person, a place, an event, or an object just because we want to, just because we care? So now when memories of anyone or anything creep up on me I do not pout, I smile, because I have a piece of it, I have Rabbit. </span>PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-3508517330701246732009-10-30T09:00:00.004-04:002009-10-30T13:02:12.516-04:00Frustrated Friday #4-- Nigga(h) Please, Because Adding an 'h' Makes All The DifferenceWorking as a diversity advocate/CommUNITY Educator at a Big 10 university I hear and see a lot; but, when a co-worker, during our wed. night staff meeting, brought this story (below) to my attention I laughed hard. In fact, I was tickled pink. Perhaps it was my co-workers vibrant retelling which shielded the extent to this (below) teacher's genuine ignorance but, the laughter has now turned to anger and disappointment. The video is below for each of you to form your own opinions.The real question is what in the hell of it made this foolio think that adding an 'h' so a word would make it any less offensive? <span style="font-weight: bold;">Get real. </span><br /><br /><center><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XURRzofbMc0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XURRzofbMc0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></center><br /><br /><br />I ask that you leave your thoughts, comments, etc positive or negative below but, let me share mine first. <span style="font-weight: bold;">The 'N word is not now, nor will it ever be 'ok' to say.</span> Be it a classroom, a school yard, a hallway, a grocery, church, hell or else where there is simply too much hurt and morever history attached to the word for anyone to simply turn the other cheek--other rather the other ear. I do not care what color you are or what hood you are from, it is unacceptable.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-2639775517465024822009-10-27T16:00:00.007-04:002009-10-27T16:24:40.174-04:00Fashion Serving a Greater Purpose: Pink Hijab Day 2009<span class="center-caption"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8fhP7IM6WvdCHfYU30JpfkBecelDqrG1znrQIv4oSx3DvYfDklLzQfZFcmlJ-xeulDjGFIicJiktgJ-RJ3jIlINSuBJ7umLCfThlUgPktYKjvrVbcerxHOtOpkCT3yXUo5_h7ORsSbP2/s320/pinnk1.jpg" /><p>"Wednesday, October 28th is this year’s Global Pink Hijab Day. Pink Hijab Day is intended to shatter stereotypes of Muslim women, as well as raise awareness and funds for breast cancer research. All over the world, Muslims participated by wearing pink hijabs, pink ribbons, and donating to breast cancer foundations."</p></span><br /><br /><br /> Global Pink Hijab Day started two years ago. This time, founder Hend El-Buri is raising the bar and hoping to spread the idea of Pink Hijab Day to more places. Muslim and non-Muslim women-alike will be observing “Global Pink Hijab Day” by donning pink headscarves. This is a day intended to initiate dialog, promote education about the Islamic headscarf (Hijab), and raise breast cancer awareness.<br /><br /> <blockquote>In America, Magdalenna Garcia of Provo, Utah said “I think that Pink Hijab Day is an excellent opportunity for Muslims to participate in solidarity for breast cancer awareness; it serves as a symbol to the greater community that Muslims share the same concerns, and the hope for a cure.”<br /><br /> The Pink Hijab day has also spread to areas all over the world, including South Africa, Egypt, and Qatar.<br /><br /> “In North America we’ve had Islamic schools and MSAs participate. I hope this year that we can get more people in Muslim countries involved,” El-buri said.<br /><br /> Although Pink Hijab Day began with a small group of high school girls in the small town of Columbia, Missouri, the event now has thousands of participates all over the world.<br /><br /> Participants in Pink Hijab Day will encourage the curious to ask questions about hijab, as well as promoting breast cancer education, and donating to various Breast Cancer Foundations.<br /><br /> Pink Hijab Day is an independent project.<br /><br /> Donations for the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation are being collected. We encourage all those who wear pink Hijabs on this day or support this cause to donate $5 or more to the foundation.</blockquote><br /><br /><center><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IFryniggRQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IFryniggRQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Pink Hijab Day has already raised $210 and you can help them reach their goal of $1,000 by donating to Susan G. Komen’s Passionately Pink for the Cure. Get involved in your local communities; check out more on the Susan G. Komen Foundation.<br /><br /><br />Check it:<a href="http://www.pinkhijabday.net/index.html">PinkhijabDay.net</a>PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-28687557987143087582009-10-27T14:17:00.001-04:002009-10-27T14:20:17.743-04:00Republicans Attempt to Criminalize the World’s ‘Greatest Threat’ – Muslim Interns!Rachel Maddow tackles, according to an increasing Republican population, an "important terrorist and national security concern." Take a look at what they're working on now. <br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E271Es21vaM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E271Es21vaM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-33230897265226850052009-10-25T00:17:00.007-04:002009-11-05T00:28:51.401-05:00Sunday Snippets #4--So Be Wise, This Girl Satisfies<span class="center-caption"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFgQ1BEE9oVny6lf-jwyM3xHXHYMDAzwwyhyzyKqK07Hl1_WLubGFvBZIzjA_v0NzK6nVxu7lNCkYGOnJcBkVuopsFhbd2hRjx7-nKkksEv5ioKBDNQwVF-gXIms1FkoR8LJV6mIV4SGz/s320/lb1.jpg" /><p>"Never underestimate the power of dreams or their potential.<br />Go ahead; turn me on."</p></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/artists/james_morrison/music/CU0Yv30x/james-morrison-undiscovered/">“Undiscovered”</a></span> by: James Morrison<br />“You think that I wanna run and hide<br />I'll keep it all locked up inside<br />I just want you to find me<br />I'm not lost, I'm not lost, Just undiscovered”<br /></div><br />Could you imagine if life really was one big game of hide and seek? All those people who think they are lost are merely just undiscovered. It makes me smile thinking about how much we need each other in order to release our true potential. No man is enough for himself. I like to think that we are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-19719948621917952642009-10-22T13:15:00.008-04:002009-10-22T14:00:53.290-04:00TMI Thursday # 2- This Is Easily the Most Disturbing Thing I've Witnessed..As the title suggest this is easily the most disturbing thing I've seen--possibly ever. I don't want to ruin it but, a lot of things piss me of but, at the same time concern me. It might be hard to pay attention but in the first 15 seconds watch the girl in the white tee and how she <span style="font-style:italic;">instructs</span>--for lack of a better word--the boy behind her. And to see parents participating...hmph. To say society sometimes disappoints is an understatement. Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment section, I want to know what you think! <br /><br /><br /><object width="670" height="400.5"><br /> <param name="movie" value="/player/player.swf?xml=/playlist/140/flv&autostart=1"></param><br /> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><br /> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><br /> <embed src="/player/player.swf?xml=/playlist/140/flv&autostart=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="670" height="400.5"></embed><br /> </object><br /><br /><br />(In case you can't view it here:<a href="http://www.thatvideosite.com/video/school_dances_sure_have_changed"> Ants in my Pants Dance</a>)PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913064145388512371.post-1058350204353456202009-10-19T00:44:00.007-04:002009-10-25T00:15:19.141-04:00Sunday Snippets # 3- Who'd have known where this was going when you said, 'hi.'?<span class="center-caption"><img style="width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7nngMRC6TB4ztBkXGTNzHMe_Wh1fjB5XgPlO_sNfiuv4zg8Axg7XODcCbvMjkqQ9LGFoG00bsFr9temxCWlKDNI05uMc2KJEgx020Bz8DH6Vnhw3srOcQOy7o1fLsqtmKJDCC-UlQ_nG/s320/flower.jpg" /><p>"He loves me...he loves me not."</p></span><br /><br />There's a couple, who've clearly been drinking, arguing outside my window.It's cold so they've got to be pretty dedicated to this argument. I just heard him scoff at her. Apparently lil missy is very 'friendly' with a swig or two of liquid courage pulsing through her veins. He made them leave the party early because she "couldn't keep her hands to herself." He thinks she's lying when she says "I love you." So she shouts, "If you don't believe me, just put your hands on me." He's drunk and thinks the alcohol is just making her really horny. But, arguments can sober a person up really quickly. I know what she means when she says, "just put your hands on me." She knows love can only be felt. Maybe love really is blind.PerplxinTexan♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086553823321642178noreply@blogger.com3