tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45084986200218224932024-03-07T06:05:35.330-08:00precisely randomneverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-86147793010820009532013-09-26T06:10:00.004-07:002013-09-26T06:25:47.452-07:00orochimaru<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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i notice <span class="il">hate</span> harbouring up inside of me<br />
and I want to catch it<br />
and throw it<br />
with all my strength</div>
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it festers<br />
and conjures up echoes of words that should be forgotten<br />
and images that should long have faded</div>
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it festers<br />
like a curse mark<br />
that gives unimaginable strength<br />
but drains the soul in the process</div>
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Disclaimer: There's nothing wrong with me and I'm not filled with hate.</div>
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This post was written on the 10th of July after watching an episode of Naruto</div>
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neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-13728555594648934332012-02-01T22:21:00.001-08:002012-02-01T22:22:38.234-08:002012When I was in high school, my mother kept pushing the idea of me following a career that would allow me to work from home. <br /><br />As a 17 year old, this conjured up images of me being alone at home, "vrotting" away by myself, meeting no-one and exploring nothing of the outside world.<br />The corporate world, with it's fake smiles, corporate dressing and medical aid benefits seemed so much more appealing.<br /><br />Little did I realise that 5 years down the line, working from home, would be one of my greatest desires, the corporate world would have chewed up and spat out different parts of my soul and all my ideas about life and living would be toppled.<br /><br />The breezer believes it's 2012. A movement of consciousness that won't allow people to remain living the dull, empty lives they've been allowing themselves to live.<br /><br />The 90's saw a move away from the traditional 9 to 5 job as well as the traditional "stay in one job your entire life" mentality. <br />The 2000's were career driven, with people having set paths and single-minded goals. It was school, then university, then entry into corporate life where you attained as much on the job working knowledge as you could and worked as many hours as you needed to to make ur directors sufficiently rich.<br />People were okay with being paid almost nothing because they decided they could live off loans and both parents could work and they would make a living that way.<br /><br />Then, the recession hit. And everything came crumbling down. People lost their jobs and could no longer pay for the things they planned to pay for off their <br /><br />salaries. The retrenched people realised they couldn't find jobs and their mystique with the corporate world fell away. They decided to open their own businesses or find alternate ways of earning money.<br /><br />People are starting to do what they love, rather than just live the lives society dictates they live. I have images of Maslouw's hierarchy of needs and us, as a society moving up and bettering ourselves as each of our needs gets fulfilled.<br /><br />I hope I'm right.neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-84273837962946490192011-05-30T02:29:00.000-07:002011-05-30T02:57:11.332-07:00Her mind moved endlessly. Planning 'escape routes'. A life that would be different from the one she was living at the moment. <br />Simply pulling herself out of bed in the morning felt like a chore, but she had to do it so she could get the kids ready and out of the house.<br /><br />She raised her hands above her head and used the edges of the headboard to lurch herself out of it. She'd found this was the best way to pull a stiff body out of the warmth of it's blanket haven, without the protests of the mind becoming too overwhelming.<br /><br />Lukie was already up and excited for the day ahead. She entered the boys room to see him running circles around his brothers bed and singing 'hey chakalaka' at the top of his voice. he looked at his mother for a moment, as if to gauge whether he was in trouble or not.<br /><br />The look completely warmed samantha's heart and she bent over to catch him as he came running up to her and grabbed her tight around the neck.<br />This was what she was living for. This made the long drives in bumper to bumper traffic and the hours of sitting behind a machine typing out boring document after document, all worthwhile.<br /><br />She wanted to remain like this forever. Holding her one son and watching the other tucked warmly into bed, sleeping peacefully.neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-68988734117073366692011-03-25T01:34:00.000-07:002011-03-25T01:36:13.678-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJha-6WRAzBZcppvr6TsAT-ofeOg_3rcfjWf0lkHJ4dXPbILmTTla7s_xvMO1NCDYoFb7lJ9HOixovJftqBtbxezF1qIX99LYvv_IxRiNsmusX8zCSIFTm9u0_mLPZKtcTj0b6luhUO0z/s1600/candle-in-hands.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587933111224617458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJha-6WRAzBZcppvr6TsAT-ofeOg_3rcfjWf0lkHJ4dXPbILmTTla7s_xvMO1NCDYoFb7lJ9HOixovJftqBtbxezF1qIX99LYvv_IxRiNsmusX8zCSIFTm9u0_mLPZKtcTj0b6luhUO0z/s320/candle-in-hands.jpg" /></a> <div></div><br /><center>these are the times when we're growing up<br />when responsibility is morphing choice<br />when we need to realise that love still glistens and glows <br />and can be reignited<br />but sometimes needs to take a back burner<br />to life</center>neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-64312155532939108052010-12-02T00:57:00.000-08:002010-12-02T01:24:00.849-08:00She stoops to conquerMy nani is one of the strongest, most amazing women I know. She was in the first matric girls class in South Africa and was one of the first female professor's in the country. She studied medicine in time when the norm was that muslim indian women wouldn't go past primary school.<br />And she got married. after completing her medicine, which was late, late 20's.<br />Oh what I'd give to see the looks on the faces of all the women who saidher father was mad for letting her study because she would never get married.<br /><br />She's had many, many other achievements in her life, like highlighting issues that affected women in rural KZN and proposing and implementing the first ever village for independent living, which allows disabled people to live together and help each other out, relieving them of the need to be at the mercy of their families and the rest of society.<br /><br /><br />The thing is, if you look at this soft, quiet, 82 year old woman, you would never say that she is an intellectual at all. She goes from flying all over Africa and doing regulatory checks and reporting on the states of hospitals in this continent, to fetching sandals and carrying bags for her husband; from writing scholarly research papers, to doing the daily grocery rounds at pick n pay.<br />I used to wonder how she can be so humble and serve her family so tirelessly even though she has this whole other life where people call her "prof" and sing her praises. She seems never to get what she wants, because she's always putting her family's needs before her own. She doesn't even buy herself her own clothes, or spend her own money, ever. She always, always gets advice and permission from her husband and never does anything that would anger him.<br /><br />But Nani is wise. There is wisdom in a woman being humble. In a woman stepping down and putting everyone else on a pedestal. When I think about my grandparents marriage of..I dunno, over 50 years, I wonder if it would've survived if my nani was a power hungry female who would want to "wear the pants" in the relationship.<br /><br />Men need their ego's fed. They need a woman to make them feel intelligent. To give them ideas<br />and stand back and let them take the credit for it. To laugh at their jokes even if u don't really get them. (the ugly truth reference kinda)<br />The feminist movement has it all wrong. You don't fight with a man to get what u want, u stand down and tell him how wonderful he is.<br />If he shouts at you, you don't shout back. You stand down and take it and his heart will soften when he sees the pain on your face and realises that he's hurt u.<br /><br />I know it's a strange stance to take. And I know that it doesn't always work. In some cases, you really need to fight for your rights, but in most cases, a woman can get what she wants, without fighting the fight a man's way. Also, it's good for your soul and breaking down your nafs.<br /><br />It's a difficult thing to accept if you're brought up in a 21st century world, but it's something that's well understood by indian women of a certain age and calibre...and it works!<br /><br />Lose the battle to win the war.neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-74580097151238662822010-11-11T22:04:00.001-08:002010-11-11T22:12:57.727-08:00Happiness is..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5XtwL6_AL2EsnSIt09WuJCwv7DtmSiWDaThmUp30cBF_cuif1l0zYqZYDv_qog5ko3DUPtBOuhuiBzwosDME05lVn2hF8wzTR_bVtYAcpv-uB9ex1WxMM7M2hQm7LKl7iouCENAZebIl/s1600/IMAGE_195.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLVZhBaSr1uJryLNfvUcMwo-n4hkf4-jTK3yua5R51qB70hym2dwNSxtm7xLTyHoveSdSNgJ2pkt0jqCykwCmtUI1DfriV_7oBX5dUgHdGoRhn424s4SmiTYsYPnq5RFNCS-aZureMAz4/s1600/IMAGE_189.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLVZhBaSr1uJryLNfvUcMwo-n4hkf4-jTK3yua5R51qB70hym2dwNSxtm7xLTyHoveSdSNgJ2pkt0jqCykwCmtUI1DfriV_7oBX5dUgHdGoRhn424s4SmiTYsYPnq5RFNCS-aZureMAz4/s320/IMAGE_189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538540423400578226" border="0" /></a> sitting on the grass overlooking a dam with people you love on a beautiful, clear day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4_tcQCwIQ0Fdc0uax2UA5Szz-Bv3g9FwLvMSKgG4iQHNvCmLDJMPYNoBPxeu6yfGHjckNBZ0gpzlJXwQn-jvtdu-OsXIBfsSoDdOFi1kMjE4J3F_nrYdyYtpZ1Z5OFTv8x1z0iCcv8xk/s1600/IMAGE_188.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4_tcQCwIQ0Fdc0uax2UA5Szz-Bv3g9FwLvMSKgG4iQHNvCmLDJMPYNoBPxeu6yfGHjckNBZ0gpzlJXwQn-jvtdu-OsXIBfsSoDdOFi1kMjE4J3F_nrYdyYtpZ1Z5OFTv8x1z0iCcv8xk/s320/IMAGE_188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538540424202583314" border="0" /></a><br /> also, finding a perfectly shaped fairy-tale-like toadstool in the dry grass<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5XtwL6_AL2EsnSIt09WuJCwv7DtmSiWDaThmUp30cBF_cuif1l0zYqZYDv_qog5ko3DUPtBOuhuiBzwosDME05lVn2hF8wzTR_bVtYAcpv-uB9ex1WxMM7M2hQm7LKl7iouCENAZebIl/s1600/IMAGE_195.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5XtwL6_AL2EsnSIt09WuJCwv7DtmSiWDaThmUp30cBF_cuif1l0zYqZYDv_qog5ko3DUPtBOuhuiBzwosDME05lVn2hF8wzTR_bVtYAcpv-uB9ex1WxMM7M2hQm7LKl7iouCENAZebIl/s320/IMAGE_195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538541740373641138" border="0" /></a>neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-61038809777180951982010-10-24T23:43:00.000-07:002010-10-24T23:47:11.862-07:00When letting go just isn't an option<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPtxjf2mNq5Y7eaVlYMl4EwRYbj9lyyI4WwuKbnQDQWnu6ovGeA3Hmqy21ZriDun0NLdt2OG8Z1YwNFd026imQmS24uFY_r8nyRfagawJA-Fs-Joz6YYlAjGdRlu_mFsLzg4YVakxGUri/s1600/IMAGE_089.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPtxjf2mNq5Y7eaVlYMl4EwRYbj9lyyI4WwuKbnQDQWnu6ovGeA3Hmqy21ZriDun0NLdt2OG8Z1YwNFd026imQmS24uFY_r8nyRfagawJA-Fs-Joz6YYlAjGdRlu_mFsLzg4YVakxGUri/s320/IMAGE_089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531871066703035586" border="0" /></a><br />People say that women who enter into abusive relationships and remain in them<br />have no-one but themselves to blame. I think this is a very narrow minded way to look at a situation .Especially if you're looking in from the outside.<br /><br />I can absolutely relate to someone who would stick to something that is harmful to them. I do it all the time. Like the love affair I had with my beloved alfa.<br />Everyone told me not to buy her. Alfas are notorious for being unreliable and they cost an arm and a leg in repairs, but she was just so pretty so I had to have her.<br />I wanted her and I went and bought her. Didn't even tell my father I was buying her. In fact, specifically didn't tell my father I was buying her because he'd ranted about<br />the unreliability of alfa's when I just mentioned the car to him.<br /><br />Within a day of buying her the problems started. Firstly, no-one wanted to insure me. A 21 year old female with less than 2 years of driving experience,<br />was way too high risk and no-one would take the chance.<br />I phoned around everywhere, asked for help online, tried to insure through my mother with me as a principal driver, but none of this helped.<br />Eventually I managed to get first for women to give me third party cover. And then I was happy :) I could finally get to drive her.<br /><br />I took out her manual and read all about caring for her. Went and bought the right kinda selespeed transmission fluid and the right kinda oil put them in the boot.<br />(I'm quite partial to taking personal care of my cars and doing my own services if possible.) I tried to learn as much about her inner workings as possible.<br /><br /><br />The first 3 weeks were glorious. I loved her and was so proud of my new car. She was a "driving weapon" to say the least. But then one day, she beeped and that dreaded message,<br />selespeed system failure flashed across the screen. I read up about it and decided to ignore it, because it had just happened once. About a week later, it happened again.<br /><br />I phoned alfa and immediately took her in to see what's what. They said the actuator wasn't working properly and quoted me R21 000 to fix it. Next, the boot of the cv joint went. Then,<br />the gearbox selectors and some pipe in the gearbox. Then, the fuel injection pipe. One after one, parts of my alfa (or romaana as nooj named her) gave up. Each time a part of her broke,<br />I'd be left stranded on the side or in the middle of the road. I was very lucky to have found a guy who used to work for alfa breakdown as a mechanic. I'd phone<br />him and he'd give me instructions on what to do to get her moving again. I used to keep oil and water and spanners and tow rope and jumper cables in my car at all times.<br />Even so, I still needed to be towed much. And spend hours waiting, stranded in the middle of the road, with cars hooting all round, for the AA to come and tow me away. At one point I needed to be towed four times in a single week.<br /><br />I had no car more than I had a car. Every time I used to drive her I was in fear of seeing the selespeed system failure. She beeped continuously, complaining about every single part of her.<br />Eventually I took to cringing at the beeps, but ignoring them and dealing with the problem once I'd broken down, because replacing parts each time she complained dind't seem to help in any case.<br /><br />I had her for just about a year when the crash happened. It was raining and he was drunk and he smashed the whole left side and some of the front. My heart lurched and the selespeed system failure message came up.<br />I didn't think I would ever be able to fix her, and I was right. She was declared a write off.<br /><br />I didn't want to write her off. I had her towed home. I wanted to make a plan and I wanted to see if I can fix her. She lay their in my garage. I made many plans to call the panelbeater to ahve a look at her, but I didn't ahve the heart.<br />I knew if a panelbeater came and looked at her he'd say she was irreparable and I dind't want to hear that.<br /><br />Now, a year later, she's being sold for spares. Her heart was removed and put into another alfa. Her radio, her tyres, her bumper and badges, every little part of her is being ripped and stripped and taken to different cars.<br />It hurts me so much to see her like that. When I enter the garage and see the remains a I feel a sense of sadness, like she's broken into pieces and nothingness.<br /><br />She was bad for me. Very bad. SOme months my entire salary went into paying for repairs on her, but I still just could not let go. The accident was a huge blessing, because had it not happened,<br />I would probably still have had her. I'd still be paying so much money all the time and getting stuck all the time. I wouldn't sell her. There simply can be no price on something you love.neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-79016395658826145822010-10-20T01:14:00.000-07:002010-10-20T01:17:36.905-07:00Judge me notAs we grow, we learn to be what the people in our environment expect us to be. For someone who is shy in school to stand out and be an achiever is really, really difficult because everyone around him/ her is expecting nothing to come out of the person's mouth.<br />For someone, who through the pressures of high school, became the village idiot in order to entertain everyone around him adn become popular, or someone who was forced into, excuse the language, the title of "bitch", it's something that's really hard to shake. So instead of shaking it, you'd rather just play into it and cement that thought.<br /><br />Social media--and i mean of the twitter kind, not the fb kind, where u link to people other than those who knew u before,<br />is cool because it allows u to be whoever u want to be. Not who you're expected to be by the society u live in.<br /><br /><br />I deleted my first two blogs because I didn't follow this online media rule and told all the people I knew in real life about them. But then I felt<br />so restrained because there were a limited number of things I could say when I knew which people would be reading it.<br /><br />I listened to a tedtalk video today that really spoke to me. It says, we don't become more creative as we grow, but we are born creative and as we grow we lose more and more of that creativity. The reason, Ken Robinson gave in his tedtalk, was that we are too scared of judgement as we grow older.<br />We don't just try things to see how they turn out and when we stop doing that, we inhibit ourselves. Instead of failing, we choose not to try.<br />Ken Robinson believes this is something we learn at school.<br /><br />He's right, but it's more than just a problem with the 'syllabus'. I think it's a problem with humankind. We're all quick to judge each other and to stop anyone who strays from the pack.<br /><br />We want them back to what is "normal" because "normal" is good and "different" is bad.<br /><br />It's even entrenched in religion. Like Hamza Yusuf says in his book "purification of the heart", religions that propogate ancestral worship, propogate a sense of shame before man. Don't do this or that, because the elders will look down on it. <br />In Islam we don't have this kind of ancestral propogation, but as muslims we practice it anyway. Many of the things we do don't come from the quran and hadith, but rather, from the opinions of other muslims.<br /><br />Modern cultures hold each other together in much the same way. Even if it's not a 'religious' thing, there's always a set of invisible rules governing the way u live.<br /><br /><br />The old IBM slogan really spoke to me because it was so simple and unconstrained. Think. That was the motto. No guidelines on how or when or why.<br />No guidelines/restrictions on what age u need to be to think and what kind of thinking would be acceptable.<br /><br />Think*neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-64499371054906006302010-09-27T03:07:00.000-07:002010-09-27T03:14:49.719-07:00define:stagnationsomewhere between the states of sabr and shukr<br />lies the state of stagnation<br />unhappiness about the current situation<br />but no energy or motivation to change it<br />just a drive to ignore it<br />by filling ur life with trivialities<br />to make it seem less encroaching.<br />but ignoring it<br />is the very fruit on which stagnation thrives<br /><br /><br />definitions for stagnation that speak to me from the web :<br />stagnate : idle: be idle; exist in a changeless situation; "The old man sat and stagnated on his porch"; "He slugged in bed all morning"<br />when there is little water movement and pollutants are trapped in the same area for a long period of time.<br />a blockage or buildup of qi or blood that prevents it from flowing freely. Is a precursor of illness and disease and is frequently accompanied by pain or tingling<br />A period when wind speeds of less than 0.5 m/s persist<br />dulling of the brain due to excessive use of a tool to carry out it's job. (e.g. using a calculator for simple maths or googling instead of thinking)neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-82474750657355028292010-07-06T22:54:00.001-07:002010-07-06T23:01:00.731-07:00Kaboom and Tippy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdj33Kw8XydkTqeiiavCJtva7PyXwVmC2LSgWxrVUFTA7PEUwzqQE5Mb_MuAoTGCqd3x-7nbmnlk4r9-PVFM8KqmX4MfnfaUzb2LXcd5DjAx8VzTo6AxNb7aTpGXyGTHXlouqkn-YNZre/s1600/kaboome+and+tippy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491038853910651986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdj33Kw8XydkTqeiiavCJtva7PyXwVmC2LSgWxrVUFTA7PEUwzqQE5Mb_MuAoTGCqd3x-7nbmnlk4r9-PVFM8KqmX4MfnfaUzb2LXcd5DjAx8VzTo6AxNb7aTpGXyGTHXlouqkn-YNZre/s320/kaboome+and+tippy.JPG" border="0" /></a></centre><br /><br />the adventures of kaboom and tippy<br />as created by sajida mitha in one of her bored but creative moments.<br />I intend on stealing more of her creative works and seeing what this cartoon develops into.neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-30084274558928288252010-07-05T23:28:00.000-07:002010-07-05T23:32:18.964-07:00SouthAfrican-ism & WorldCup-ismThe world cup brought so much hope and togetherness to this country. Nelson Mandela was correct when he, as per the movie invictus, said that sports would bring people together and focused much on the 95 rugby world cup in uniting the country. The 180 000 strong crowd of diverse people that united in Sandton for the bafana parade, could not have been envisaged 15 years ago. It was beautiful to be a part of it and to say "I was there".<br />One thing that's special about our country, is the way we love and support our sportsmen no matter what. We always knew our soccer team wasn't the greatest in the world, but we stood behind them nonetheless and cheered heartily for them. Then, when they were kicked out, we were unhappy, but we got behind another team and continued attending matches and supporting the football. And we still love our bafana and we are proud of them for what they managed to achieve.<br /><br />Normally, Fifa has to worry when the host team gets kicked out, but the morale in South Africa never dropped. I read an article by a lady from the U.S. who said that South Africa has taught her about the true meaning of 'ubuntu'. We welcome and accept anyone from any country and are genuinely interested in them as people. Countries like the U.S., on the other hand, are too focused on themselves and think of all other countries as outsiders. For all the xenophobia we've been accused of and the international media has harped upon, I think we truly are welcoming people and we really used the world cup as an opportunity to show the world first hand what we are. Also we got to show them that we don't wear animal skins and lions don't walk in the streets.<br /><br />I'm so proud of us and of the world cup.<br /><br />And we have a super awesome unique flag. Yes it's quite a bit similar to the flag of Vanuatu (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_Vanuatu">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_Vanuatu</a>) but it's still way more creativethan 3 horizontal or 3 vertical stripes and if anything, it's an improvement on the vanuatu one.<br /><br />Here's to South Africa and it's uniqueness and it's freedom and just all round awesomeness :)neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-33046831019182360032009-12-07T02:14:00.001-08:002009-12-07T02:59:22.577-08:00Prawns in the GrassI'm thrilled to have found my very first parktown prawn :) I found it far away from Parktown. It was on the edge of a golf course in Magaliesberg. I think it might be the 2nd most interesting insect I have ever found. Second only to butterflies because butterflies are the most beautiful creatures in the universe.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPnpW7eyEd-e5gi_6MZ7QQNREJJ9sagv539bm0tPhD8so92zXxfgzqdOHF0XP7woGt-hmKN6B4tN1A6pbl7Ubwayxls4y2w6Vl9psUDqNUB-i_QH-FajCj16xA95yqEQB0TMPoshH7Erta/s1600-h/IMAGE_121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412436009964372978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPnpW7eyEd-e5gi_6MZ7QQNREJJ9sagv539bm0tPhD8so92zXxfgzqdOHF0XP7woGt-hmKN6B4tN1A6pbl7Ubwayxls4y2w6Vl9psUDqNUB-i_QH-FajCj16xA95yqEQB0TMPoshH7Erta/s320/IMAGE_121.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaqYS1EK1d_CbXiWQkbBXNTcCVuBoVy1F12MZk5Pq9cN6F5_nM4bSVLRE3e7DAufwJIuW3reOXoVpjZuOYrKTAKP0h3EBlEdiJQDg-3e_fgO7r7zafr5E2tDTx55gl7fjK2qzlKBWFjsW/s1600-h/IMAGE_124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412436609521540882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaqYS1EK1d_CbXiWQkbBXNTcCVuBoVy1F12MZk5Pq9cN6F5_nM4bSVLRE3e7DAufwJIuW3reOXoVpjZuOYrKTAKP0h3EBlEdiJQDg-3e_fgO7r7zafr5E2tDTx55gl7fjK2qzlKBWFjsW/s320/IMAGE_124.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><center></center><center></center><br />I don't think these pictures do them justice. They are beautiful and the fact that they are indigenous to South Africa makes them even cooler.<br /><br />I sat for a while and watched this one. Took about a hundred photos -none were very good coz I used my 2 megapixel cellphone camera and i'm not much of a photographer to begin with.<br /><br />It wasn't doing much, so I took a stick and started poking at it. No, I'm not like a horrible 4 year old child who pulls cats by their tails, it has an exoskeleton and I wasn't hurting it at all.<br /><br />I left it and when I came back to check later it was still lying there, but it's body was being eaten by ants.<br /><br />So I guess it hadn't moved earlier coz it had been dead the whole time. Which is sad for this beautiful little cricket, well beautiful large King cricket, but lucky for me, coz apparently they bite quite hard if u come too close.<br /><br />It was my first encounter with a Parktown prawn and I hope for my sake that it was pesticide in the grass and not my stick poking that killed it.<br /><br /><center></center><center></center>neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-61144262369653735872009-12-04T02:18:00.000-08:002009-12-04T02:29:40.935-08:00About The ArrivalsThe arrivals is a lot of truth shrouded in heaps of paranoia. It's an imaginitive mind that started asking questions and has managed to uncover many truths that the higher powers would rather hide from us. It makes u start to question everything u thought u knew and to look at the way the world has panned out and recognise that everything that has happened has panned out according to a greater plan.<br />Knowing that the zionists are moving closer to attaining the promised land, knowing that the anti-christ is practically on our doorstep and knowing that there are so many people who are willing to carry out his plan, made me feel like I need to do something to stop it.I didn't know what I needed to do, I just knew I needed to do something. I can't let this happen. I need to fight it. I need to make people aware of what they are not seeing.<br />The director of the arrivals, who seems to be an ardent Matrix fan, draws a parallel to "unplugging" people, as it occurs in the Matrix trilogy. In fact he draws parallels to the Matrix in many of his arguments. I doubt that the matrix was about the same thing, but I find his linking to the Matrix theme quite apt.<br /><br />Linking us to the dunya and making us as unholy as possible is seen in a whole different light. I had thought it was just commercialisation, but the arrivals makes you realise that it's all part of the greater plan of shaytaan/lucifer/the antichrist and that there are millions of people doing his work and preparing for the arrival of the antichristIt is after all, shaytaan's duty to whisper into the hearts of people and confuse them.<br />It's not too far-fetched to believe that the people in power and the people with huge popularity have made a pact with him, but I do find it hard to believe that they would leave the kind of clues that he picks up on.<br />For example, he says that starbucks supports the state of Israel and have named their company starbucks to show their loyalty to the star of Israel. If it's a great plan and they take such care to cover it up, why would they put something so blatant right there in their name?<br />or perhaps...they are so confident that no1 will suspect their evil-ness that they go ahead and put it in their name to gloat (insert evil-looking emoticon here)<br />Even if some of it is paranoid, I think it's very good to watch, just to expand ur mind and free it from all the propaganda it's been fed.<br />one of the comedians in the arrivals says at one point, "there is one type of prison where u can see the walls and the bars and u know that u r captured, but there's another type of prison that is even more dangerous; where u cannot see the walls or the bars and u believe that u are free."<br /><br />Initially I was very disturbed at everything that I was seeing. I am an ignorant bliss kind of person and I absolutely hate it each time the rosy bubble surrounding my idea of the world bursts and I'm hit with all the ugly.But then I realised that this is the way it was meant to be; the coming of the antichrist, the pain and hardship that good people will have to endure and the wars - real wars that we are aware of, as well as silent wars that hurt us without us knowing we are being hurt, have all been written long before the world came into existence.<br />There are some things that are just meant to be and no matter how hard u try to fight them, they will happen. You need to watch the arrivals with this in mind and then only can u accept it's message without getting all upset and paranoid and feeling like there's no hope, or getting stubborn and cocky and closing your mind even more by rejecting everything that is being said.neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-54132004414486480372009-11-30T23:01:00.000-08:002009-11-30T23:02:35.275-08:005 minutes of fame...almostI wanted to be in front of the lights and camera.<br />I wanted people around me to recognise me from the video.<br />Oooh I know u! u were in the I'm an IBMer video :)<br />But when the time came, I looked ahead and my brain was dead.<br />My soul was dead.<br />I couldn't bring myself to speak to a dead camera.<br />I was constantly chided for looking away.<br />I sometimes find it hard to look into people's eyes when I speak to them...<br />But I realise now that I need there to be eyes.<br />If there aren't eyes for me to look at when I speak,my personality dies.<br />I wanted to be a rockstar, but i failed.neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-20749456610005265472009-10-20T00:21:00.000-07:002009-10-20T00:25:50.063-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLbJhjcQGmuhX0z4IQe3aZTUgzng_jESvaZOEX-LKokDyGWtK7b0T3CcB81-4qrLlF4xxzPU_dtqgirImYeYTwH7HK6fdo25dMDY21padQ8IU0PhMwC6MSa6ImByhZ3cXs6wGq715rtE-f/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394579716003208226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLbJhjcQGmuhX0z4IQe3aZTUgzng_jESvaZOEX-LKokDyGWtK7b0T3CcB81-4qrLlF4xxzPU_dtqgirImYeYTwH7HK6fdo25dMDY21padQ8IU0PhMwC6MSa6ImByhZ3cXs6wGq715rtE-f/s320/dreams.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I don't think it's fair that obama won a nobel prize. Somewhere deep down inside of me I've always wanted to win a nobel prize. I look at the nobel prize winners with such awe and amazement; their names are written in history and the things that they have achieved help humanity so much. </div><br /><div>Also it's cool to have the title. Perhaps I spend too much time seeking what is cool and what sounds nice. As corpsekicker once said to me, we don't like being developers, we like the idea of development. The idea of development has worn thin for me, now I like the idea of IT architect and want to move to that role.<br />Although I guess that's how dreams originate. looking at something from the outside and saying..I want that.And if u don't have that dream, u don't have something to work towards and if u not working towards something, every day just follows after the last and u get stuck in the monotony of the now without thinking about the future.</div><br /><div></div>I guess I'm a self proclaimed idiot<br /><div></div>neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-81437358830979209712009-08-27T02:20:00.000-07:002009-08-27T02:26:45.157-07:00cockroaches, savouries and starlight @ merinskyI'm being all reminiscy now like antiverbose and blogging about campusdays...<br />here's to the night we wrote 222 at iftaar time and came all prepared withmilkshake and spring rolls and cheese and corn samoosas and cheesecake and little peppermint chocolates.(all of which sounds sooo mouthwateringly awesome coz i'm fasting right now) .<br />We took this perfect meal and found the perfect place to eat it in a courtyard between the chancellors building and the old Merinsky library (thanks to corpsekicker for the name of this buildingand for the suggestion that this should be blogged about).<br />We sat on the cold, dirty red tiles with cockroaches the size of shoes, no cockroaches the size of cows!runinng past us. The only light we had was from the moon and stars, but the sun had set not half an hour beforeand so the light was, how can I say, Perfect :)neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-73813463848611391152009-03-10T01:40:00.001-07:002009-10-20T00:54:40.739-07:00I can't understand people who don't need to interact with anyone! Who just sit and work the whole day, looking straight ahead at their screens.<br />I've moved away from my old team and i 've joined a team where everyone except me has permission to work from home, so the rest of my team doesn't even come into the office, and it's absolutely killing me to be alone.I have to wake up at 4 thirty so that I can leave the house by 5 thirty and avoid horrendous traffic. I usually end up leaving by 5:45 or 5:50, but that's beside the point, and drive for an hour before getting to an office where i sit all by my lonesome.I do a fair amount of social networking; facebook, windows live, gtalk, mxit and most recently twitter, but that's somehow just not enough for me. I need actual people who I can go for actual coffee with and take smoke breaks with and just waste time with.<br />Even I, being a person who thinks that having g33k status is absolutely cool because of the intellectual connotations that come with geekdom. (Basically if u are a geek,people think you are clever) find it way too hard to sit alone in the car for an hour in the morning, come to work and sit alone for 8 hours and then get back into the car and drive home all alone. This is not what I signed up for.<br />I guess it's a blessing in disguise that the parents haven't allowed me to move out of the house or I would come home from this alone-ness to a house that is empty and alone...<br />.I'm ten seconds from losing my mind...<br />And! my sisters earphones that I've been using to attempt to block out the deafening silence are broken... sigh! it's gonna be a long,long day.neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-5694351280393835582009-02-25T21:22:00.000-08:002009-02-25T21:56:33.346-08:00I may not be the best-dresser around, but I take a keen interest in fashion and I really enjoy going shopping. Never before has it occurred to me to look for outfits online though, but I picked up the 'Sisters' magazine on Sunday, saw a few of the websites advertised and was inspired.<br /><br /><br />I started with IslamicDesignHouse.com and the abayas/jilbaabs that they have on sale are interesting, but not quite what I was looking for.<br /><br /><br />I moved on to another website and had a look at what they term the 'burqini' or burqah version of the bikini :P which is a bodysuit that covers ur entire awrah, head included, but is still accepted for use in swimming pools in and around the UK. I hear that there is a muslim life guard who carries out her duties wearing one such 'burqini'. It looks a bit strange and I would probably be quite self conscious if I actually decided to buy and wear one, but kudos to her for being so brave and carrying out her job islamically :)<br /><br /><br />And then I struck gold! I google image searched Islamic wear and found this picture on the blog <a href="http://pearlsforbreakfast.blogspot.com/">pearls for breakfast</a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VcrC7zi4kXgZX5cZauqZQq5eyNIhE1pjeKFXHQjloUmEW7owfwFjA4qgOf9Y_nDa2Q0dJwYTF87IxMqPibz1_edBuqC5iTjA_a7dUueb2knQU1XJ1djAvlL09aVZz-e-d50AnFJPa8p0/s1600-h/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlZtQUlZeFZZM1JHZWZoTW9VeG1ER1EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306975775965518050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VcrC7zi4kXgZX5cZauqZQq5eyNIhE1pjeKFXHQjloUmEW7owfwFjA4qgOf9Y_nDa2Q0dJwYTF87IxMqPibz1_edBuqC5iTjA_a7dUueb2knQU1XJ1djAvlL09aVZz-e-d50AnFJPa8p0/s320/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlZtQUlZeFZZM1JHZWZoTW9VeG1ER1EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzR4-3XlQERhVbAK8V20EgiIYYez7ZkoCW4v3sN5JjnO3nmXPHpq4-E5a3eTKEeKhATpSkSR9-Je47ueJdV-xO_ClwG2PMKU0PhzHOk4ux4jIJsIwPzUvg9Ks8NRmPeAahVYzHVjGta5r/s1600-h/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlZtQUlZeFZZM1JHZWZoTW9VeG1ER1EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"></a>The blogger who put together this ensemble is not muslim, but she had a go at an Ismalic outfit and i think she did a great job:)<br /><br />I decided to explore polyvore.com, the place she uses to construct her outfits and I was in heaven:) It's like playing dress-up-barbie but with real, actual clothes that you can find in the shops. You don't have to go to specific websites to find what you want, you just search for, 'green handbag' for example and the search engine goes and picks up a multitude of green handbags from different stores and different designers and you can just put them together and create something that you can buy afterwards. I don't think I'll actually ever buy anything from polvore, because with the exchange rate and the shipping costs etc it becomes quite expensive, but it's great fun to explore.<br /><br />Here is my first attempt at an Islamic outfit:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/my_first_polyvore_attempt/set?.mid=embed&id=6735241"><img title="My first polyvore attempt" height="400" alt="My first polyvore attempt" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmpnUTNTN29BM2hHYk55Nnk3UnJiVGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">It's nothing to shout about, but i'm proud of it. I think I found what I was looking for in online islamic wear and I'm definitely going to be going back to polyvore to play some more<br /><br /></p>neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-23634716185334918122008-11-26T03:37:00.001-08:002009-10-20T00:55:58.211-07:00Traffic is one of those things that can never be predicted. You can wake up and leave the house early, check the weather conditions, listen religiously to 702 from the moment you wake up and a truck can have a chemical spillage on the highway 5 kilometres ahead of you and extend your one hour trip to work to a 3 hour ordeal so that you turn up 2 hours late on the one day in the year that you are having a performance review and no less than 10 of your managers/ supervisors are sitting in a boardroom waiting to meet you so that they can decide your fate.<br /><br />Or, you can wake up early and leave for work early, factoring in the extra half hour you need to sit on the Grayston offramp because the turning arrow only comes on long enough for like 5 cars to go through, 2 of which will be taxi's who cheated their way in from the side meaning only 3 lawful cars get though at a time, and the offramp will be nice and empty. Or the lights will be out and the good people from outsurance will be doing a much better job than the traffic light, meaning you can get through in 5 minutes.<br /><br />Because of this unique quality, traffic is a blessing to the average working person. It can be used as an excuse for being late for almost anything and it's one excuse that is always met with sympathetic nods of the 'been there' kind. It can also be used as an icebreaker at almost any meeting or social situation. Its not considered "speaking about work" so, for people who only knowhow to speak about work,it can be used as a topic at social networking events where you are expected to mingle and talk about thingsother than work. It can also be used by people in hr, who want to talk about something kind-of work related but cannot open their mouthsfor fear of breaking some or other privacy law.<br /><br />The unpredictableness also prevents people from falling asleep because the entire trip can be spent in attempting to predict whichlane or which route is going to be the fastest and feeling a sense of triumph when you glide past all the other cars who took the suck lane. And if you happen to be the one who chose the suck way you can curse and tsk and blame the weather and the bm's and Tsego Modisane and the karee.<br />Unpredictability just makes life so much more interesting:)<br /><br />(Oh and even though the outsurance people are really good for helping out on the road, they absolutely suck! compared to first for women who is much much better than them)neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-42250971581642597672008-11-10T22:59:00.001-08:002009-10-20T00:53:27.063-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHrvJXz4r36nCoSZQyyV-mkFkUcN1weNyx12w6AUTmn8V9btaJzn_Tw4DXGFOW6fPemJZJsgFJCaqmC4og8QIZkJe3mHhK5xaW0DGJCzUVidoBybeNG6eciYI3Vw0W3rYjFT1uM8zbYwRU/s1600-h/Bavc-Rain638.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394586766298263826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHrvJXz4r36nCoSZQyyV-mkFkUcN1weNyx12w6AUTmn8V9btaJzn_Tw4DXGFOW6fPemJZJsgFJCaqmC4og8QIZkJe3mHhK5xaW0DGJCzUVidoBybeNG6eciYI3Vw0W3rYjFT1uM8zbYwRU/s320/Bavc-Rain638.png" border="0" /></a>The lovely, beautiful, cleansing, rejuvenating, refreshing, scene-altering rain makes me so happy :)<br />Allah is great!neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-42631614380548346442008-10-09T04:22:00.000-07:002008-10-09T04:29:41.319-07:00Once upon a time, in a village, a man appeared and announced to the<br />villagers that he would buy monkeys for $10 each.* The villagers, seeing<br />that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started<br />catching them. The man bought thousands at $10 and, as supply started to<br />diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that<br />he would now buy at $20 for a monkey.<br />This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching<br />monkeys again. Soon the supply diminished even further and people<br />started going back to their farms. The offer increased to $25 each, and<br />the supply of monkeys became so small that it was an effort to even find<br />a monkey, let alone catch it! The man now announced that he would buy<br />monkeys at $50!<br />However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant<br />would now buy on behalf of him. In the absence of the man, the assistant<br />told the villagers. "Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the<br />man has collected. I will sell them to you at $35, and when the man<br />returns from the city, you can sell them to him for $50 each."<br />The villagers rounded up all their savings and bought all the monkeys.<br />They never saw the man nor his assistant again, only monkeys everywhere!<br />Now you have a better understanding of how the stock market works."<br /><br /><br />Dunno who wrote that but it's brilliant :)<br /><br />Made me realise just how stupid the human race can be....neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-56644119508378322332008-10-02T05:09:00.000-07:002008-10-02T05:12:11.952-07:00my tooth is sore :( I think it's finally time for that wisdom to come out. It's been threatening to come out for a long time now and i've been dreading it. I don;t want to go to the dentist again.<br /><br />The last time I went in, just for a cleaning, he started drilling at the back of my mouth. Then he asked me to tell him if it hurts. As if my gagging and the tears pouring down my face meant i was perfectly comfortable...... !I hate dentists...i know they mean well, but they always hurt me.<br /><br />i wonder what makes a dentist want to become a dentist. perhaps they want to be doctors but are too queasy to deal with all that blood and hurt and dead people. Or maybe they want to be something in the medical field, but not a doctor, coz that's too long and not a nurse, coz that pays too low...and again it has the blood and dead people factor that comes with medicine...and one by one they chuck everything off the list until they're left with nothing but dentistry...<br />Or maybe they just enjoy the zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt sound the drill makes....aargh! I think like a business outsurance advert:PneverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-55083098536556603392008-02-28T04:31:00.000-08:002008-02-28T04:50:08.870-08:00tic tic tic tic ticI like the tic tic noise of the keyboard. It's one of those noises that makes me feel calm...<br />a constant, background noise....It's like the programming world's equivalent to the sound of the ocean...<br /><br />Just like driver's find the sound of an indicator calming...<br /><br />and insomniacs find the sound of a clock ticking, calming...<br /><br />So I'm being very tongue-in cheek, but it's just a thought...neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-89029465823897290112007-10-12T04:57:00.000-07:002007-10-12T05:04:49.538-07:00Kih!So my tic tac toe game can be beaten...<br /><br />In my defense, I did say a "little" bit of intelligent programming:P<br /><br />I do intend to fix it.. some time...neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508498620021822493.post-61583374051729089772007-08-26T02:26:00.000-07:002007-08-26T02:51:38.359-07:00A car guard or twoSo my last post reminded me of another fascinating belief in the goodness of people. The trust that people have for two of the parking guards outside campus.<br />The first guy, asks people to leave their handbrakes up when they park in his parking lot so that he can move their cars around to make space for other cars. People actually agree to this, and he happily moves their cars around to make optimal use of his parking lot. With the crime rate in this country, I really could not wrap my mind around the fact that people would actually allow this, until I heard of the other car guard..<br />People who park in his parking lot actually give him the keys to their cars so that he can move their cars around if necessary.<br />These car guards are not indebted to anyone. There is no contract, nothing that binds them to any obligation. If they want to, they can just drive off with about 20 to 30 cars of their choice. Technically it wouldn't even be stealing because they were given the keys.<br />These car guards are homeless; they don't even own bicycles of their own, let alone owning a car/ a fleet of 20 cars. Yet they still work in the best interest of the people who park their cars in their lots and don't even attempt to steal anything..<br />The inherent goodness of people never ceases to amaze me.neverBlinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221993191479728916noreply@blogger.com2