Free Writing Challenge from Parasputins blog, but i didn’t choose a topic

i had 20 mins to bedtime this was orignally blogged HERE watching the curser blink on my other blog that houses my messy scribblings, and abstract thoughts, so i took up the Challenge, welll… kinda. I love the way the keys tickle my fingerprints andthere’s just an array of text appearing almost from invisible ink.  Anyways, here’s what was in my head… sometime the thoughts just need escapism. and i dont think that infantismal is actually a word

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Sometimes you’re my muse, and other times you’re my nemesis.

You make feel like I’ve used up every colour on the palette of life,
yet you inspire me to find more… as though i can mix up rainbows with sunlight, and some stardust for shimmer
like i can sip melted daydreams in a cup of hope,
and you tear down the the hope till it dehydrates and contracts under your scrutiny,
and you walk along the edges of my thoughts and peek into my dreams, leaving me wondering so often…
what did i think of before you.
And even that, takes me back to the first meeting,
the fleeting glimpse of you , in your suit, oozing magneticism and charm,
and my soul confessed, that’s the person I’m going to marry.
And we struggle and fight, and cry and hurt,
and crumble and stumble in the world with so many if’s and and’s and buts and what ifs..
and what if tomorrow came
and we were driving off into our new life together
and you turned to look back on the people we’re leaving,
and you ask me “did we really just do that?”
and my smiles always punctuate the silence,
and sometimes my tears dribble on the walls of this shield between us and reality ,
burning a hole into them,
infantismal attempt to redeem what i once believed
was reality dropping its guard and letting me peek into the future as if the doors were left wide open.
Its a funny way in which you find humor in my seriousness and ordinaryness,
and you cease to believe that the things i do are enough,
the constant pushing at the boundaries of my talent,
tickling new spots to discover sensations,
and ideas, and sparks of brilliance that seem to surprise myself.
And you never cease to be amazed at the big stuff,
its just the quirky everyday me that makes you laugh,
because you didn’t think to look at life upside down… and take in my view.
Again life serves up a platter of sanity, that you toss out,
only to try to reassemble puzzles that you’ve messed up yourself,
and i wonder… how many times must i stand on the edges of your whims,
reminding you that i’ll be here when you wake up.
And for the final time, you will awaken,
and i’ll be asleep like ‘Rip van Winkel’ under a tree
bare from leaves unscripted with fallen promises,

You Promised me tomorrow,
but you didn’t get passed yesterday.

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Sooooo… I’m sitting here trying to think of something to blog about.

I’m a blogaholic.

I have to blog about SOMETHING.

Okay, I literally just sat here for 2 minutes staring at the computer screen.

What should I blog about?!

All I’ve done this morning was go and get some Starbucks with my sister. Nothing new there. And later I work at Starbucks. Nothing new there. Hopefully something really interesting happens at work tonight so I can blog about it. Doubtski.

So… until then I’m outta.

Sea Ewe Leighter

Casey Brightside

Dew Said:

Weddings are too much. Too much ado.

The love is enough.

The love of two people who want to be together forever is so fantabulous, so awesome, so amazing, that that, on its own bears testament to its greatness. Not menus and glitter and the details of a dress.

If all that is true… if love is enough, and if love is everything…
then these make shift wedding rings bind us forever.

You're Mine for all of Time

i wasn’t going to do this… but here’s a peek into my life, however text with a different flavour. Killa Style

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So I  was sitting in the office with my Barbie doll clothes and some bling bling, in true Indian Barbie doll style when Izik walks in. Now Izik is black, and I never seen him look so white and scared before.

He says ‘eh Hazina, you beezy? I want you to dhem dha client’

I say ‘Ya send the client in’ and I set my Egg timer to 45m20s.Very rarely you will talk to a client for that extra 20 seconds, but I like to give it to them just in case. Sometimes after sitting so long they take extra time to think if they must leave. That 20 seconds just leaves a bigger assprint on my office chairs.

After watching years of Bold and Beautiful I thought I saw everything , but not today. Today I was thinking about  Zuma’s South African constitution and today I was gonna present to a client who was gay, black, thinking in xhosa and talking in  English.

What a fucken cocktail!

Killa’s Uncle Salaam, nice man that, you always welcome in his home, I visited with Killa during election week and he said ‘Killa bah…working with people in this country is not easy bah… you must be nice with all jaaths bah… specially at work. You’ll see after election how much things will change bah. We already preparing bah… you saw how Aunty Barbie is nice with our domestic bah… when she runs out of people to talk to on our telkom closer plan, she phones the domestic for some cross cultural panchaat bah…and she even uses her Cell C package with R75 a month bah.. Now I hear Cell C is giving free calls bah…’

Despite the wise words of working well with everyone …when I saw the client I never know the dude was gay. When he walked in with his SAA uniform, I didn’t think anything. I only scheme maybe he can organize a flight voucher for when I advertise competitions on my blog, like killa does. There’s nothing like a charou wanting to get free stuff, but when a chaarou wants to get free stuff to sponsor a big ass competition and pulls it off… its legend! I was gonna ask but then the ou’s squeaky pitch voice went abit ultrasonic and then he reminded me little bit of Solly Philander. He was already looking cross, like he was going to scream or cry whichever comes first. Well I never know he was gay. I take for granted that everyone likes vanilla and not so much chocolate. I don’t think of gaan maar coz you must know which thawa to use.

In kaapstad, there’s a lot more gaan maar than jo’burg and the coast. Fair enough, this ou came in to discuss his childs education with me. It’s not like there a sex inclination detector hanging in my doorway when he comes thru.

Halfway into the presentation I ask him ‘are you married, or a single parent’  – and suddenly he turns into a spurned dragon looking like the tears are gonna drown my plants in the office. How the fuck do you deal with a broken hearted gay guy who’s looking after someone elses kids and is now upset, yelling and wants to cry? All the while you trying not to wonder what his boyfriend looks like or whether using his thawa to make gharam roti’s really gives him some emotional heat with his boyfriend.

And then I remember that I saw him, walking down Greenmarket square, with his tight ass skinny jeans, muscle tshirt and a fucken Guess handbag, doing a the sexy hips walk down the cobble stoned path. The type of sexy hips walk that would turn most models jealous. Now I think maybe he’s not gay, he just has lot nazar coz of his walk and he does stupid things.

Now after a lot of huffing and puffing he leaves my office.

Izik strolls in ‘eh Hazina, how waz dha dhem? I was scared he wants to touch my hand’

NB:  Dhem = Dem = Demo / Presentation

Sunday Times Lifestyle published ‘Womb Service’ as a tribute to Mother’s Day, where 7 writers shared their advice/tips to be imparted to our unborn children. As I read the article, I thought, ‘That’s a brilliant idea’… further wondering who would blog it. My mind was a toss between Enchant`e and Shafinaaz, and Enchant`e took the first step to enticing others into sharing. It’s not often that we find a ‘TAG session’ catch on like ‘wildfire’, needless to say, it made interesting reading across the blogging platform, as well as a little bit of insight into parenthood concerns.

I wasn’t going to ‘follow the leader‘, but this morning I found myself babysitting a toddler. She was at my place at 7:20 AM,  Cape Town wind howling eerily and the rain falling like a waterfall outside my window. She crawled into my bed with layers of clothing , and snuggled up with me for a good measure of sleep. I’ve always wondered as to whether  I even want kids… but that’s debatable backed up with (other peoples) stories of childbirth, infertility, Caesars and epidurals.

Despite the vast number of bloggers sharing their views, i decided to pick  what I liked from everyone:

1. Read your salaah. I dont care if you watch tv, listen to music, destroy plants and small animals… but you must read your salaah. But try not to kill small animals. – MJ
2. Be. Exactly who you are! And precisely who you want to be. Even if that changes every day – Shafinaaz
3. Be an example to others of outstanding morality and ethics. – Doc
4. A real friend doesn’t just tell you things you want to hear. – Waseem
5. If you have sex before marriage, your hoo-hoo will turn blue and fall off. (Ok, maybe it won’t. I’m hoping our conversations about things of this nature will not get awkward when you’re older and have stopped calling it a hoo-hoo.) – Saaleha
6. Seek the state of Eternal Optimism – and when you’ve found it, hold it tight and don’t let go. – Sofi
7. Learn something new everyday…. there is no substitute for knowledge – Edge of Where
8. The most difficult, and yet the best, thing is to be yourself. Be who you are. Dare to be who you are. It is not easy. But once you achieve it, it is the most comfortable feeling in the world! – Abdul Sami
9. Silence is usually the best response to an unfair attack – count to 10 before you spit venom. – Tasneem
10. When you’re climbing your personal Everest, don’t look up and despair at how far off the summit is; look down to see how high you’ve already climbed -  Enchant`e

The illustrious few  that  echoed my closest thoughts  Shafinaaz, Americanising Desi, and Azra.

My thoughts:

• If you want to live forever, DO NOT DIE; there’s really no other way around it.
• Learn CPR, but remember this, dead people usually STAY DEAD.
• Never pat a burning dog
• Live every day as if it is your last, but save a little money for tomorrow, just in case.
• Keep 1000 bucks in cash on hand at all times, but don’t let anyone know you have it (amount subject to inflation – not applicable to zim dollars)
• Do not try to re-create any stunt that has resulted in a fatality in the past – and don’t attempt to breath under water.
• Don’t enter any contest where you have to eat bugs or rotten stuff, they’re just out to humiliate you, and you’ll most likely lose anyway. Eating snails is not a delicacy, its disgusting.
• To get a good night’s sleep; go to bed early and get up early, or go to bed late and get up late, but don’t mix that up.
• Don’t cheat, don’t lie, don’t steal, don’t kill, don’t be mean, but go ahead and do everything else – within ethical and moral constraints
• Don’t forget the power of touch, the inspiration of a smile, and the joy of hearing a kind word; and the exhilaration of a bunch of cash in your pocket.
• No ding ding without a wedding ring.
• Remember it’s okay to feel emotions. You are not a corpse. Anger, love, sadness are all normal. Depression is not normal , and envy is blind.
• Success comes to those who strive towards it.
• Have a good GTD (get things done) system, it will help you progress quickly in leaps and bounds.
• Treat other peoples feelings as you do your own. Never be nasty to someone who ‘likes’ you, even if you don’t reciprocate. Rejection is amplified in hurt when you’re soft on a person
• Strive every day to be the best person that  you can be. It will help you grow patience, character and add up on your good deeds. Do the right thing, the right way, for the right reasons
• Read the translation of the Quraan. Know what you believe and why you believe it. Know the fundamentals of right and wrong. Do not sell your soul on a whim. AND Do not offer your soul to Satan in exchange for money.

FACT: You don’t know all that much about life until you’re AT LEAST twenty. And at twenty, you’ve got A LOT to learn.

Lastly,
I love you with all my heart, and I’m waiting for you to get here I married your father so i could have a child prodigy, if you’re NOT smart it was a misjudgment on my part, but you can at least have my looks

… às vesperas de um super feriado, repleto de programações para o mesmo, se preocupa mais em programar postagens,  para os blogs não ficarem às moscas, do que com o feriado em questão.

Aseară, după ce am dezbătut nişte aspecte alcoolice şi de viaţă cu o amică, mă întorc eu acasă. Ora 23:oo m-a găsit aşa:

- cu cele trei bloguri ale mele deschise

- cu mailul de serviciu

- şi cu cel personal asemenea,

- dezbătând aspecte pe unul dintre bloguri

- în timp ce discutam cu două persoane pe messengerul personal

- şi cu şeful pe cel de serviciu.

Mi se pare că am cam exagerat pe undeva. Hmmm, voi ce ziceţi?

Ca urmare, nici că mai pun piciorul prin blogosferă până sâmbătă, să văd: intru în sevraj sau nu?

Aseară, după ce am dezbătut nişte aspecte alcoolice şi de viaţă cu o amică, mă întorc eu acasă. Ora 23:oo m-a găsit aşa:

- cu cele trei bloguri ale mele deschise

- cu mailul de serviciu

- şi cu cel personal asemenea,

- dezbătând aspecte pe unul dintre bloguri

- în timp ce discutam cu două persoane pe messengerul personal

- şi cu şeful pe cel de serviciu.

Mi se pare că am cam exagerat pe undeva. Hmmm, voi ce ziceţi?

Ca urmare, nici că mai pun piciorul prin blogosferă până sâmbătă, să văd: intru în sevraj sau nu?

All new on Elements of Curiosity is the GeekLinks Page.

Contains tech blogs, social media bookmarking sites, marketing, advertising and gadget blogs.  Have a look… go on.. you know you want to

Geeklinks will be constantly updated as more sites grab my attention.

Feel free to share your favourite sites 

Se cheamă că eşti dependent nasol de blogging când noaptea visezi bloguri, nu?

Noaptea trecută am visat că se introdusese o nouă temă, cu o grafică extrem de sobră şi totuşi luminoasă, care avea un header cu păsări, nişte păsări de apă, în nuanţe de gri şi negru, pe un fundal alb-cenuşiu. Una dintre ele îşi expunea profilul, întors către stânga, în timp ce cealaltă se înclina în faţă, către privitor, ciocul ei lung evadând din cadrul headerului, şi desenându-se în partea de sus a paginii.

Impresia era una de dimineaţă ceţoasă peste o baltă cu păsări.

Cred că ar trebui să ies mai des în oraş…

The year has come and gone, 2009 is on a stampede to get here.  Most blogs are littered with posts of reminiscing, regrets, thougths, and goals for 2009.
However, i’m going to share with you 10 geek things (applications, sites, network services)  that 2008 has brought me (g33k joy! woot!!)

1. Discovering Twitter.com

I’ve found twitter to be exceptionally inspiring, interesting, a fast paced technological grapevine to keep up with ever changing media innovations, peeks in to peoples thoughts, and its AWESOME for networking with those who share like interests.

2. Exploring WordPress

Moving to wordpress at the close of 2007 was a change, followed by tons of learning my way around wordpress.  WordPress has an easy to use interface that takes some adjustment. In my opinion it attracts a more elite readership as compared to blogger.com

3. TinyUrls

Its a web service that provies short links to rediret LONG URLs. It’s really nifty when sharing links on twitter or via email and prevents link breaks

4. Digg

Digg is a platform for people to discover and share content from anywhere on the web. From the biggest online destinations to the most obscure blog, Digg surfaces the best stuff as voted on by their users. Read more

5. WordWeb

WordWeb is an international English dictionary and thesaurus program for Microsoft Windows. Its a must if you’re always looking up words, writing documents, or reading online. It sits in your tray. Its on my list of must haves. Download it here

6. Scribd.com

Scribd is a document sharing website. It currently houses over 350,000 documents. Its fabulous when you’re in need of latest white papers or ipapers and reading material that’s most relevant to your search online. Easily downloadable with a registered account. Its a sure fire way to source information, booklets and documents online.

7.  ebookshare.net

It is a great website for ebook torrents. It contains  a variety of literary platfroms for your every interest.  IT magazines, programming ebooks,  magazines… all freely downloadable with a Torrent client i.e utorrent or bittorrent

8.  Filebook.net

Books that are more literary orientated. Novels, handbooks, technical handbooks, andddddd….. check for the dummies series

8. Current online Game addiction:
Prime Suspects by Big Fish Games

If you like puzzles, searches and looking for clues. Play here online or download. Seems to work best in Internet explorer.

9. Life hacker

Lifehacker.com is a brilliant guide to getting things done. There’s something for everyone and it’s a brilliant way to boot procrastination

10. Zen Habits

Life skills and everyday rushes, we live in a hive like existence, waiting on free time, and life equilibrium. Zen habits is an awesome site with pointers to simple productivity, how to focus on the things that are important. Posts are presented in a simplistic manner that leaves you thinking ‘aha, why didn’t i think of that?’  Definitely a must read in our quests to reach Lifestyle Zen

Recent interaction with fellow bloggers has had alot of airing views over hatemail, hate comments and readership concerns.

Eg: Azra’s post and Organ Harvesters Post and BloggerRebirth

There are alot of other blogs that are receiving a barrage of distaste

A year ago when i decided to migrate to wordpress i typed this as one of my final posts on blogger.

i will reiterate:

In the Blogosphere , Like in real life: You need to grasp that in the real world NOT everyone will like you. People can be really pretentious fuckers but life is each person for himself!!!
For the softer, younger, more impressionable types just let it slide.
Accept that not everyone will like reading your blog.
There alotta blogs i dont like… but hey, at least i’m getting more traffic

Blogs are mostly public spaces and if you’re going to be a paranoia incarnate, its best that you stay away from the blogging fad altogether. Or take up anonymous writing or a style where your life does not bleed onto the blog.

I’ve noticed a huge difference between the readership of blogspot vs the readership on wordpress. WordPress attracts a more content focussed elite readership.

I’m running 2 wordpress blogs Technovidual and Elements of Curiosity and i have ‘I whisper here’ running on blogspot for the simple reason that I possessed the DIRE NEED to use that template:D lol WordPress however requires you to be a premium member to customize your blog.

Back to the hatemail…

Bloggers tend congregate (see Organ Harvesters Post) on the blogging platform, SA bloggers network, friends via facebook, where we’re all acquainted with each other within the social as well as digital networks.
What’s my point?
If one blog is targeted by hatemail it almost always becomes a group focussed or blog roll focussed attempt to :

1. humiliate the blogger
2. create rumours
3. defamation the blog

Seriously, what’s the point??

Its astounding that people would be so miserable over the existence, creativity or social standing of another person that they resort to miserable means of attention seeking with the likes of hatemail and hate comments.

The world doesn’t care who you hate, or what goes on in the social lives of small towners, or that some insignificant turd has resolved to make a blogger miserable after being dumped. Once again, it’s the readership attraction. If you attract a cross section of imbeciles who have no core focus, maybe its time for you to up your game, change your content variation, or disable your comments. You cannot teach people how not to be themselves, surely they have some sense of intellect and maturity to know better… or maybe not.

Life wears you down, it changes your thinking, you grow out of who you are and become someone new, yet you’re still you. I’m in a space riddled by events and occurrences that have left me emotionally and mentally exhausted to the point that there is no oyster of knowledge to source inspiration from. I suppose it was a good time to unplug and relax in attempt to shed off the tiredness.

The academic year was VERY productive. I’m now finding intellectual boredom in the spaces where I’m supposed to be relaxing. The chronic yearning to learn more has been an interesting difference to my usually lazy mindset of: if something finds its way to me, I’ll learn it.

The recent statement that boldly captured my attention:

When something finds its way to you, its information.

When you go in search of it, its knowledge.

And it takes me back to my post Life Files : Seeking knowledge

I don’t often interact with readers except via comments on the blog. Of late its been a lot of email. Interaction with readers of my blog has been a very interesting point. I guess its true what they say about your readership, even if you’re not writing for an audience, you’re still attracting a certain personality or interest type.

Update infrequency is a blog killer, so I’m should up my game…soon …

just need to hit reboot on my brain

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Difference between a Blogger And a writer…

Anyone can Blog,

But not everyone can write

Lol

We regret to inform you……..

I was tagged by Killa (GRrrr… i dont like these things) and Prixie started the tag session:)

I’m addicted to . . .

1. Microblogging: Twitter and Plurk. I love tweeting. Its been alot of late. I can almost visually figure what category references the tiny urls and muti urls mean without clicking on the site. I’ve started limiting my thoughts to 140 characters, which is just insane. And worse… I’m thinking of myself in the 3^rd person sense as a result of microblogging. Tweet to me Here.
   
   
2. Photoshop. Its my best friend, I kiss my photoshop goodnight. i’m trying to flex my graphics muscles a lot lately, in between long phonecalls, and when I have afew minutes of breathing space between studies.
   
   
3. Liquorice Allsorts: they make me happy coz they’re in such funky colors. Especially coz Ramadan is making me so grumpy. I love THEM!!!!!
   
   
4. Pomegranate lotion. Its a range that’s manufactured by clicks. Source, Roots of Nature Range. I’m crazy over it!!!I’ve been trying not to use it coz it makes me hungry in Ramadan. *sniffs it* *swoons*
   
   
5. MSN. I’ve been trying to wane out this addiction. I am emoticon crazy. Expecially coz msn has custom emoticons. Its really bad… To the point that I hear msn sounds when I’m away from the pc

I TAG…

Bomi

Moondai

Faeem

Nielfa

Greek Alphabet

And the rules are:
*Post at least five current addictions (with some details please).
*Mention the person who started this game of tag (i.e Being Brazen) and also the person who just tagged you.
*Type your post with the heading “Current addictions”.
*Tag at least two people and pass on the above rules.

Well I don’t know how, but I’m going to have to get even with Laura somehow!!  She’s been picking on me again and made me cry!!  You can see what Laura did here.  I’d think the very least she could do is promise to be my counseling/therapy buddy.  After all, she’s not far behind me!!

I read Legends : Theory of Housewives hence the topic.

Its attracted quite abit of attention, see also Waseem’s Post in response to it

And… a flashback from one of my old posts

I re-read Legents pose… and I reflected on the women in my closer social circle.

Best friend 1 got married and proclaimed:
“I recommend marriage for everyone!”

Best friend 2 got married to her neighbour who happened to be her childhood sweetheart.
They later got divorced and he moved out…
back into his parents home…which was RIGHT NEXT DOOR!

Best friend 3 got engaged…

Me : what does he do?

Her: he’s studied engineering something, I don’t kow

Me: how the hell…. ? hehhehe

I suppose it is a bag of all-sorts but the topic of cheaters got my attention.

If i were at home 24/7 waiting for darling (fictitious) husband to get home from the office the boredom would kill me. I don’t think all women resort to cheating… its bound to be an often occurring case scenario.
This is real life people!!! It happens.
Does it just happen to OTHER people?
When do we become the “other” person? What if it happens to you?
Its not just women, Men cheat as well!!!

Scenario:

Married guy. Has a child.
Has a very demanding job. Has a very demanding wife.
There are married obligations, visiting her parents, shopping, investing quality marital time, outings… And still … he pulls off leading a double life, and keeping track of lies and cover up stories. Without slipping up. Unbelievable.
How can anyone juggle everything??!!

I know a lot of married people.
Doting couples, silly couples and nawty couples
Doting husbands married to nice shy naïve homely women, who sit at home watching telly and looking after children, cooking baking and other boring house stuff , while husband dearest is off at WORK, and working in some extra-curricular nookie. It is so common!

Picture Credit: MJ’s Motivational Posters

Recent conversation with a friend who is in an open marriage…{i don’t know wot the point of an open marriage is, but it works for them}
(open marriage: you’re married. You still meet, hook up with, shag, date other people but you’re still married)

He said: “when you’ve been married 8 years and you’re looking at the same pair of boobs every single day, when something fresh new and perky comes around, you may not act on it but it doesn’t mean that you don’t wonder”

Enough said?! Its human to be attracted to the opposite sex, whether or not they’re off limits is a whole other ball game. As the popular saying goes: hate the game, not the player *gag*

And then it comes down to personal morale and what you want for yourself as an individual…
do the right thing , the right way for the right reasons

Often it is a rule that’s difficult to live by.

this post is abit Yucky….:)

I’m stirring sad rainy thoughts into my latte.
Dropping in yet another sachet of sugar, hoping that it will camouflage the bitterness of reality on my palette.
Gulping what works and choking on what’s left.
Once again, shades of winter have began to design freeze my existence.

<- Flipping through this book.

Unveil the mysteries of the female by Theun Mares.

Bleh… I will reiterate: if I were to come back to life, I’d not want to be female. Too many physical challenges (PMS. Hormones. Childbirth- bleh) and women are emotional beings. I sometimes wonder if it is because they actually feel, or does the concept of gender dictate what they should feel. Euphoria is bad for productivity. Delirious grief is counter productive as well.

As life draws on we are tainted by our experiences.
We don’t need to make mistakes to learn from them
But how careful or how observant can you be?
Which brings me back to this blog… As readers will jeeringly notice , my every attempt at avoiding self sabotage merely gets me stuck in yet another bear trap.
Makes me wonder if I’m living in a sitcom cos there’s no way as many bad things can happen to one person, in one lifetime. And then… there was me.

Time and time again, the universe starts fucking me over and its sore.
Probably the same sensation

Cartman (from Southpark) feels when he’s abducted by aliens and receives an anal probe.

Damn!!! The universe is screwing me over again, I’m left gobsmacked wondering how the fuck did this happen….. and its not ladylike to swear.
Forever, I plan… wistfully dreaming up things for tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.

And now… i’m all out of words.

I’ve been toying with the idea of giving up my life in blogosphere.
I have changed url’s.
I’ve relocated from blogger to wordpress and gone back to blogger, then decided to keep both!!!
I’ve face lifted my blog, added accessories, built readership and I don’t have anything interesting to write about. Here I am again , contemplating goodbyes that usually kickstarted by some sordid and miserable real life event that leaves me wanting to run from the world … but goodbyes are always shortlived.

Why short lived?

Can’t I stay away?

Simply put, the Need For Personal Expression Will Never Cease. There is always a new tale to share and humanity is greedy by nature, wanting to leave an impression of themselves in a medium that’s more tangible than the “conceptual self”

*sigh*

Wistfully yours,
Lady

My Nationality: South African

My Race: Indian / Asian

My religion: Islam

That makes me… a Muslim South African, but…I’m Indian by race. Got it? Good!

I’m a odd Indian. I don’t eat spicy food. I don’t do curries. i don’t do pickles.
Heck… I don’t even have chilli powder on chips.
Yes, babyfood it is!!!

Maybe I’m fighting some sort of cultural dilemma coz I’ve stopped cooking Indian food, and I’ve even stopped dating Indian men. o_O (that’s a story for another time)

Latest encounter with NHC , involved a conversation about eastern wear.

NB: For those who don’t know what i look like, this is NOT a pic of me

I love it…….. on other people i will never ever wear a sari. I’m horribly afraid that I’ll be clad in one only to get caught in a car door or escalator and it will unravel, leaving me nude. Knowing my luck and series of unfortunate events, if its going to happen to anyone, it will be me why? Coz the universe likes to screw with my sanity:)

My Sister The Labrat was brushing up on her Indian languages as part of preparing to leave for India, to complete her masters research in collaboration with a research institute there. In the space of a few months Indian words replaced a lot of normality in our conversations, and texts.

Mwah became Choomma (kiss)

LOL (laugh out loud) became DKKH (dhil khol ko hasso: open your heart and laugh)

It has become so unnerving coz I’m making up songs in my head in foreign languages. Mostly its bits and pieces of things I hear that turn into earworms, plaguing me for days on end.

Recently I’ve been dreaming in other languages. I can hardly speak gujjarati and I’ve not spoken urdu in years… I mean YEARS!!! My dialect is very rusty. However… recently I’ve been encountering more and more Indian words, Bollywood movie titles and Indian phrases on blogs…

i.e Legend lives on, Concerning MJ, Ideasmith, are just to name afew.

The classic one this week was :

Ijar Khol ke Naach!
Means: open your pants and dance!

Source: Dirty Virgin’s word of the day on Aasia’s Musings

I laughed long and hard at this one.

Fighting linguicide, (linguicide? Death of language)

Lady

“Hi, Can I be your friend?”

I can’t handle another anonymous Facebook invite. Currently down from 43 to 17 people. Yes I have 17 people in facebook limbo.

Being rather nomadic these last few years, its been very easy to keep in touch with people via facebook. Having lived in a little dorpie (lets call it SleepyVille) , then moving to Durban then to Cape Town – my social network has expanded. Thanks to facebook, my virtual social network is starting to look alarmingly large :/ there’s no way I can know three hundred some odd people!!

We’re NOT friends!!!

It feels like digital life has sucked up the occupants of Sleepyville. Civilization has infiltrated through the fortress, letting the world in one website at a time. Suddenly everyone I attended high school with is on facebook . Everyone including their siblings and extended family who attempt to say: “I know you, we lived in the same town”

And I’m like : woah, back up abit, this does NOT make us friends.

Or: “hi, we’re we’re friend because I know you through your sister.”

once again , WE’RE NOT FRIENDS!!

Yech! I’m currently abusing the privacy settings and blocking people who just don’t get the bigger picture. We’re not friends, quit adding me and msg’ing me already. GRRR

Moral Decay

How high is the level of insecurity that the significant other undergoes? I have had jealous wives, girlfriends and buddies mailing me to question my associations. This is just weird. Do you think temptation to cheat is fed by facebook, due to contact being more accessible between people? There is the marvelous array of pictures, the meeting of minds, the imaginative charm projected via use applications (virtual chocolate and flowers??:P) Not to mention, the dating and flirt applications. Mindless fun? Not always.

Psycho Alert?

One can create, feed facades and hide within a double life. One can create ideal states of manipulation to prey on people (not everyone has the same moral compass, there are liars, cheats and psycho’s out there) – I used to wonder if I was alone in my paranoia, but after my most recent misadventure… I think facebook can turn normal people neurotic and insecure. Be discreet about the information you include on your profile… facebook psycho’s should not be given enough leverage to turn pro-stalker. Back to cushioned reality… it is all fun and games? Isn’t it? Makes you think, hey?

Dumb Applications

Some applications irk me!!! BIGTIME!! I hate being bitten by zombies and biting chumps and vampires. They’re like facebook STD’s!! AND…. Do I need a facebook application to tell me that I’m having cute babies? Do I need facebooks validation as to whether or not I have sex appeal? And of course, the latest classic … an application to gauge my bra size.???!!! How the hell does this work? I mean, really now?

*dramatic eye roll*

Micoblogging

or Status updates are interesting to watch. Soapie, comedy, drama, random junk and of course , some are less imaginative or overtly sexual. I love twitter. I don’t have much to tweet about, but I love twitter. Following the media colony gurus, trendsetters, social media entrepreneurs …. it’s been interesting to keep up with the latest in the tech world, blogging, media issues and others of the like. Yes… Twitter still holding my attention. I <3 twitter. Click here to follow me

Which brings me back to thinking… To blog or not to blog.
Maybe I need to change my approach considering that the internet has changed with the concept of web2.0 – it’s no longer about what you want to write about,
its about what people want to read…
or is it really?

I hope IdeaSmith doesn’t mind me posting this one…
Do pay her a visit! She’s one of the most interesting mind’s that i’ve encountered in blogosphere

Ideasmithy:
Disappointment is the only thing that can really age a person. Cant the cosmetics industry find a way to combat heartache?

Lady:
well, if people are gonna be superficial morons and love themselves ONLY, then ya… cosmetics can combat heartache:)

Lady: Emotional age, physical age, and mental… are all weathered by different factors. What do u think?

IdeaSmithy:
LOL, truly! And well, doesn’t emotional age influence everything else?

IdeaSmithy:
The scars on people’s souls are sometimes more obvious than the lines on their foreheads. Disappoingment is an ageing experience.

Lady:
Disappointment amounts to experience, to feeling … One can’t source pure passionate inspiration until one has felt.

]]> http://hummingbird604.wordpress.com/2008/06/08/being-a-workaholic-and-a-blogaholic/ Mon, 09 Jun 2008 06:20:54 +0000 Raul http://hummingbird604.wordpress.com/2008/06/08/being-a-workaholic-and-a-blogaholic/

Hello, my name is Raul and I am both a workaholic AND a blogaholic. I don’t think I had admitted that I was a workaholic until fairly recently. I am trying to update my academic CV and I can’t even remember how many talks I have given in the past couple of years. I am trying to not miss anything, and list everything that should be listed under each heading (journal articles, books, book chapters, etc.)

Furthermore, I have done what my friend HZ says – I have delved deeply into the blogging world and now have become addicted to blogging. Jonathan has written the 50 signs that you blog too much. The sad thing is that breakfast for me is scrambled eggs, toast, coffee and Google Reader

I am also worried that I have an inherited gene for workaholism. My Mom and I were talking on Skype tonight at 11pm (1:00 am Mexico time). My brother and I are talking on MSN as I write this blog post (1:00am Mexico time). This is insane. I was even planning to stay up (I think I’ll have to. I have a revise-and-resubmit that NEEDS to be published in 2008 so I *better* stay up).

Not in the best mood this weekend despite having had a great time with my friends. I think I’m basically frustrated with my own being not very productive. By the way, Vancouver local bloggers Ianiv and Arieanna are THE blogaholics (note their site) I don’t think I know anyone who blogs on more blogs than Arieanna!