Qdee the Ladee

On silver waves

2008-12-14T23:35:00.000-08:00

Delicately treading on grains of gold

you led me to the shore

fragile fingers in your gentle hold

i couldn't have loved you more

Shimmering stars danced in the breeze

outshone by your smile

i knew the moment you looked at me

my heart was no longer mine

Dreams of tomorrow and yesterday

stretched out before you and i

and hope rode on silver waves,

rippled...and reached into the sky

Footprints etched in the sand

the wind swept up the last traces

of the night you took my hand

and illuminated forgotten places

Yet carved in the depths of eternity

'twleve/twelve 9:o5'

somewhere between now and infinity

i will love you til time runs dry

And one sunny day, old and grey...

I'll look at you with love that has never changed

and you'll smile at me ... and say

you wouldn't have done it any other way

2008-12-14T23:02:00.000-08:00

warning: blogging may be hazardous to your health

2008-12-14T22:46:00.000-08:00

so after ages, i've been cruising the blogs as they say (ok, im lying - they dont say that), but it has become strikingly clear that blogging has lost its essence. i dont know if it had one to begin with, but yeah, whatever scrap of truth and free speechiness there was about it has gone. people are mean. instead of just letting things be, everybody just has to have an opinion. its the reason i left for a while before. if you dont like what someone blogs, dont say anything at all. just be happy that the number of computer literate people is increasing in SA and they arent emotionally retarded.

be nice.

the bus stop

2008-12-02T00:04:00.000-08:00

Let me first say how amazed i am at the new gmail themes!!!!! thankfully, i was introduced to them by niki and now..tadaaa! the bus stop theme...the theme that threads through my daily life..the theme that purely captures the wait for the bus that has promised to come on time...the theme that reflects the place i find myself at..the theme that transcends all themes...the theme that symbolises how niki and i met, where safia and i met..where lasting friendships have begun..the theme that rocks my world :D oh and i hope throughout all that you had some hectically inspiring and intense music going through your mind like something outa the Last Samurai or whatever..coz now. gmail rocks.

but really, the bus stop is like having a daily dose of the theatre..well more like a reality show..sometimes its Survivor (huddling under the shelter under the umbrella while your Skechers with the glitter on them get drenced). other times its The Amazing Race - when you have to practically run halfway into the road to wave the bus down in order to get to the place on time - (of course breakdowns and lost drivers make this all the more exhilirating) and often, its Fear Factor....where you find yourself staring out the window with a beeeeg unknown flying insect crawling across your view or! (insert Jaws music here)....sitting squished between a fat mama and the window on a hot summer day while mama decides to get friendly and put her arm up behind you. yeah...bring it on, i've been through the worse..and that includes the taxi's...which i traveled in today. i had the pleasure of taking a drive in 'Midnight Sensation' which had Barry White crooning in my ears til we reached West Street. Although Midnight Temptation and Midnight Breeze are in a similar league. 'Just Cruising' lies...it doesnt cruise..it flies through town and weaves through traffic and by the end of the trip, you're left with an afro and the feeling that you're still moving. but 'South Side' really takes it...especially since it goes to North beach..which leaves many confused. but the plush pink velvet interior and the blue tinted windows makes up for it. really, you ppl in cars dont know what you're missing ;)

but its the converstations you hear at the bus stop that truly make it a unique and fascinating place...

girl on cellphone next to me: what! he's threatening to kill himself coz we broke up??? the idiot! im on the way to campus..i soooo dont need this now..put him on the phone! just put him on the phone!!....hello? yeah, you screwed up dude! its all your fault. dont be all pathetic- you must live with what you did!'

and with that, she cut the call and got on the bus.

we have a cool friendly security gaurd that guards the stop, who chats to like everybody and took it upon himself to chat to me very cute sweet, innocent friend..

guard: 'eish its cold today..'
friend: 'yeah! the night was really freezing'
guard: 'yeah..i was cold too..it must be coz i sleep alone. i need a fat girlfriend - then i'll be ok. i like them fat...you must see.there's a nice fat one in clicks.'

then there are those who pump you for information....its like the inquisition and the bus is your only hope of getting away! but for some reason beggars think that you're the ultimate target. i mean you stand there with exact bus fare ready..and then they come and ask and i feel really bad..but really - people who take the bus need the change! we've had some incident of people getting thrown of the bus coz they waltz on with a R50 note. eish..thats embarassing.. whats more embarassing is getting up to get off and flying to the front on your butt coz the driver hits the breaks really hard lol...or throwing up on the bus (i have blessed a few buses in my childhood...ah good times).

anyhoo...i shall be off...niki and i have some serious government business to attend to of official importance. the cyber advnetures of niki and Q - battling the binary codes and surfing through the channels of communication while eating cookies and hacking into facebook ;)
okbye. oh and if you're stuck at the bus stop of your life and the bus is late..or isnt coming..take Midnight Sensation..you'll never know where it may lead. this is advice for life.

the pasta is calling.....

2008-11-11T23:59:00.000-08:00

we want pasta.

Q's specifications: penne, with peppadew and chicken and mushroom in a tangy sauce. but im not fussy ;) preferably from luna blu

Niki's specifications: pasta (screwy ones) with sweet chili sauce and chicken and mushroom. no specific location -but luna blu would be the ultimate fantasy - in her words.

so yeah. for the first time in history, we refuse to settle for brownies and icecream. that is so last season. and shwarma (shawama) and chips just isnt gonna cut it.

the kiki's pasta looked interesting too. maybe we'd settle for that if we could walk to pavilion....coz like we can see it from here. now if only we could jump out the window...

archi-text-ure

2008-10-28T22:59:00.000-07:00

Shiraz's Special Surprise

2008-10-20T01:01:00.000-07:00

It was the night before Shiraz’s birthday and Joe, Q, Niki, Was and Mj found themselves at Waseem’s place rehearsing their happy birthday song for Shiraz..the remixed version…

Mj: this whole singing thing is Haraam! I don’t wanna do this anymore. Its gay.
Jo: no! We need to do this more theatrically people! Im directing! I did drama!
Mj: yeah, but you didn’t do 3B. Loser.
Was: hey shut up – her father’s on tv!
Niki: Omg! I had a dream about this exact moment!! Except..we were at the movies and we didn’t know each other.
Q: wow
Mj: Q, we’re all in your head and all you can say is wow?
Jo: don’t be mean Mj! Can’t you see she’s having a bad hair day?
Q: I am?
Mj: nice one Jo
Was (blocking the mirror): er..
Niki: no man. ‘That’s’ in fashion now!

Waseem: Sssshhhh….Shiraz is coming!!! Get in the closet everybody!
Mj: Im in the closet! Im in the closet!
Q, Jo and Niki: me too! Me too!

Shiraz opens the door: I thought I heard voices down here.
Waseem: no, it was me…I haven’t told you this before. But I have a split personality…I know. It’s a shock. Please don’t disown me.
Shiraz: oh no, first my girlfriend! Now my brother!

Meanwhile..in the closet..

Jo: something’s poking me!
Mj: you wish.
Q: im hungry
Niki: me too – oh wait let me make popcorn. I found this copper wire. Im sure I can conduct some electricity…
Before anybody could scream Nooooooo! There was the huge pop of corn and a mini explosion and Mj tumbled out of the closet in a poof of smoke.

Shiraz: MJ! What the hell!
The tension was too much for Waseem to handle and suddenly he resorted to the safety of his other personality, Ramadaan Alli, the Pakistani dress designer.
Ramadaan Alli: oh my Mj! Darling! What amazing taste you have! Lets see what else is hiding in the closet!
With a flourish, he threw open the closet and there stood Niki, Q and Joe...Niki holding the burnt copper wire, Jo with popcorn in her hair..and Q who’s hair was perfect after the explosion.
Shiraz: what the hell! What the hell!
Mj: we can explain, its not what it looks like…
Shiraz: explain!
Mj: ok maybe it is what it looks like.
Q: no, we were just hungry and looking for food so we came to your house.ya. That’s all. *flash*
Shiraz: wow! oh ok..that makes sense honey…my squishywishy lovebug. You’re so amazing…and sparkly
Niki: what just happened…
Mj: wait! I missed that!!

Jo: hey I brought mutton curry!
At the mention of Mutton Curry, Waseem came back to himself..
Waseem: hey what happened? And why am I wearing a pink shirt?
But horror of all horrors…Waseem thought he would see his beloved Mutton Curry, Jo instead pulled out a pot of mutton curry from her Pick and Pay bag…
Waseem: omg! What did you doo!!
Jo: um, the butchery was closed so I made qurbani of Mutton Curry. But here – I saved his heart for you.
Mj: dish up already! And I can’t wait the whole night to surprise Shiraz with our song.
Shiraz: ooh surprise? Yay!
Q: yeah yeah! but its not quite ready yet..
Shiraz: omg guys. This is like the best birthday ever!
Jo, Q and Niki: We know! We know! And look – we put your picture in the post under ‘look who turned 16 today’
Q: yeah…but the pic is of the back of you’re head..so that you’re incog…incogn..incognito!
Shiraz: aww baby, you learnt the meaning of the word!
Niki: I know you stole this from that movie we watched Q
Q: yeah but only we watch Friday movies on etv at 2.30pm so all these people don’t know what I plagiarized.

Meanwhile..Mj had received at urgent call from his producer. It seemed the set of his show had been torched by various angry and jealous bloggers under the very original and cryptic name of ‘Anonymous’
Mj: eff! We’re gonna have to shoot here now.
Waseem: omg. my place is gonna be on TV! Ok, but in that case, we all have to be on the show!
Niki: finally! The real Jessica Alba will be revealed tonight! And all the world will see me!! Muhhahaha!!
Q: *sniff* don’t do that Niki..it scary when you laugh like that.
Shiraz: see what you did now! What the hell do I do now. Crap.
Mj: ok shut the eff up everybody! We’re live!

Mj: ahem..eff eff eff..ok ‘Assalamualaikum everybody and welcome to the Mj..’
Jo (sticking her head and ear into the frame): no today it’s the Jo and Was and Niki and Shiraz and Q and Mj show..and yes, yes im AK’s daughter’
Mj: right. As you can see viewers…we have some unexpected guests on the show that I picked up on the side of the road.
Waseem: hey what you saying about my place?
Mj: and today we’ll be interviewing somebody very important who has become a light in the darkness for all of mankind..Noorie.
Niki aka Noorie: im so honoured to be here…to bestow my noor upon everybody in times of upcoming load shedding.
Q: when am I gonna be on? When? When?
Mj: ok as you can see, our enthusiastic guest on this side would like to share something with you
Q: oh..am I on? Ok..so here’s how to make a card.. first..you take paper.and then you take scissors and then you sniff some glue..come on..inhale..inhale
Waseem: this is boring. Jo can make origami thingies!
Jo: yeah! Look! I make 5000 stars.
Q: so what! Its all katchra!
Mj: I think we need to move this outside. Noorie come with us, one of the lights blew. So our topic for the day is the deterioration of the youth in contemporary society…
Shiraz: yes, the youth is deteriorating
Q: deteri…deterro
Shiraz: nevermind angel..its ok. Don’t try.You’ll hurt yourself.
Jo: Noorie!! Look this way..ok hi viewers, right now im doing the cooking insert…im better than lamees! So im gonna show you how to make mutton curry..
Waseem: you sure you got me in the frame too?
Mj: CUT!! %&$#!!!!!!!!
Everybody suddenly fell silent.
Mj: oh that was on air..er…
Q: um you know we didn’t do the surprise yet!! Ok ok, everybody on dstv, id like to send a dedication to Shiraz to wish him happy birthday and we’d like to surprise him with this number we’ve been working on the whole week…
Everybody (with dance moves) ‘Apple bottom jeeeeeeeans…boots with the furrrrrr…’

am i nuts for liking this dress?

2008-10-14T23:29:00.001-07:00

hmm..now if only it had sleeves...

the prettiest day

2008-10-12T23:45:00.000-07:00

26-06-2008

communication failure

2008-10-12T23:43:00.000-07:00

what happens when blogger cant post a pic and you have an hour to think

2008-10-09T05:57:00.000-07:00

For some reason this bloggie isn’t allowing me to post a pic. While the subtle avoidance of posting anything readable has become a comforting way of flying under the radar due to a) having much more important real life interaction to worry about words on a screen and b) not having the energy to broadcast incidences in my life to people, i must admit that i miss the writing. And yes, i could have written something on a lil blank page and folded it up and put it away, but i couldn’t find a page. My bag is all the way over there...
Somebody important said to me yesterday, that he doesn’t see why everybody has to have and opinion every time. Recently my mind has resembled a sieve..but those words stuck in my head. And he’s right. Sometimes people just say things to have a word in, but it really doesn’t mean anything. Sometimes no matter how you feel or what you think, people are going to do or say whatever they want to. People will be selfish, whore around or just basically be there for you when they have something to gain – except those who really mean something. And those are few and far between anyway. So yes, silence is golden and words will find whoever is worthy of them.

And i”m not saying go on and ignore people, but if you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say it at all. Though we’ve all been guilty of talking crap about others, nothing matters in the end. Opinions don’t matter – its the actions that do. And if you can justify yours and I can justify mine, we’re not living our lives for each other, so let people be. It’s different when opinions from valued people are asked for...but five years down the line, some things just won’t hold any weight.
It’s really quite something to see whose there for you when something bad happens – like recently. And I know that overall, it turned out well, but I still have this residual anger that comes from thinking where the hell some people were when I needed them and why my friends came through more than my some of my family cared to. I get that friends are the family we choose in life...but when it comes down to it, if they weren’t there, I really wouldn’t have known better. If it weren’t for you...who stayed up with me when I was too sad to sleep and you who made me laugh when I didn’t think I could. And you who to me, are my family.

So now its being asked why my independence has pushed me to isolate myself or take on things on my own and not ask for help or opinions on the way things should be. Well I don’t feel like I need to, because I’ve gotten this far without conforming. And I will do what I think I need to, to make myself feel ok again. I don’t need you to tell me it will be ok – you haven’t all along... and when you tell me the way things should be done, you can guarantee ill have my earphones on. But at the end of the day, I will smile, be respectful and include you in my moments of joy..because may someday I could find a way to forgive you.

jumma miracle

2008-10-07T23:21:00.000-07:00

Yes, its true…I found him under the sign ;) it was one of those clark kent moments…

So Q was walking through the grape fields of Australia all alone one fateful Thursday night…all the while wishing that some sign would appear before her to let her know that she would find somebody so patient, loving and cute that she would wake up smiling every morning. Suddenly, a sign popped up in front of her…but no, it did not register. ‘wow,’ she thought, ‘that’s a pretty name for a wine.’ And she kept walking. Blonde as she sometimes was after 8pm, the sign she saw did not remind her of a sign she asked for. Somebody Up There had finally had enough. And the real Shiraz came hurtling down from the heavens (aasman se aaya) toward Q in a shower of meteors (I know, this is where it gets original). And he was all ‘what the hell!’ and Q was all. ‘whoa..this seems familiar somehow.’ And with his latent powers that manifested themselves at this moment…he ripped open his…his…bag! And in it, was this blue and red cape thingy (which was totally not gay) and it had his initial on it! An ‘S!’ then he told her, that he was sent from Jannat to bring me this shiny green rock and also, some jelebi (my Jannat ke jelebi).
Yeah. That’s how we met ;)
And I get drunk on happiness called Shiraz everyday…

:)

2008-10-02T23:33:00.000-07:00

heaven is a place on earth

2008-08-19T23:24:00.000-07:00

to the one...

who never fails to make me smile

who never hurts my heart...

who is always there

2008-08-07T04:52:00.000-07:00

2008-07-29T01:27:00.000-07:00

butterfly airshow

2008-06-02T23:06:00.000-07:00

Q is writing an exam today - and its not like i should be freaking out about it, but like much else in life, its this fear of the unknown that makes me lose my mind. Q, if you havent noticed, likes to know the details and has to have some measure of control in order to stay sane. its always been that way. i am a 'control enthusiast' not 'freak'. surprises rock though, just make sure its pleasant ;) so here's to the end of the group project and stressing over things - in 2 weeks, i will hopefully be reveling in the joys of brainless shopping and too much chocolate cake. and also, im sooo tired of people reading too much into things and analysing every nuance of life...except things for the way they are and laugh a little. we are far too serious because we dont reflect on ourselves alot of the time.
nuance. that word sounding strange? maybe i saying it too much. like when you say reunion. or spell it - its a little weird. niki and i had this conversation the other day. speaking of whom, i gonna see today. yay!! hope she didnt get arrested foe blinding the pet shrimp Lewis, in the science department by taking pics of him...poor thing. like Shiraz blinding the turtle at Ushaka ;)

come to think of it, my friends share this liking for turtles...cant understand it, but it works for me gifts wise...anyway. ugh..i feeling a lil queasy...this exam thing doesnt work for me coz im in a small class and supervisors expect alot. i have never needed a holiday like i need this one. and i ned to see planes. as in the airshow... which i can never get enough of. i just wnat these butterflies in my tummy to like take a breather so i can make sense just now and wax lyrical about the joys of sampling techniques.
by the way- winter's officially here! bring out the boots and scarves and warm bear hugs :)

:(

2008-05-25T23:19:00.000-07:00

Chelsea's Ma :)

2008-05-21T23:01:00.000-07:00

slicing through the smoking shit

2008-05-18T23:26:00.000-07:00

if there's one thing that irks me more than group projects, bad hair days and pushy people, its people who smoke. while my bus adventures allow my tolerance ot extend to handling smelly people who have no control over there inquisitive elbows and will go out of their way to invade your space or god forbid strike up a bright summery converstation with you on a day when all you want to do is slap everyone around with a cricket bat, my days have now been additionally seasoned by a good dose of smoke. see, at the bus stop, there's this afrikaner ladt with a shock of blonde hair followed by an undertone of black. and she's usually draped in a cloud of smoke and happily casts the smoke upon missQ. all the waving away off the smoke and the angry 'ahems' in the world dont seem to get her attention as she insists she teaches the security guard nearby afrikaans. yeah, every flipping morning, i emerge out of the smoke to maniacally wave the bus down and ever so often, the driver misses me and there i am again -left to inhale. freaking idiot. no - freaking idiots who smoke. and why on earth do some people think its cool to have this thing attached to your mouth that billows out smoke and makes you smell like last months' lasagne. and! discolours your teeth and makes your lungs all blacks and gross. and then, you go and impose this shit on innocent people like us who arent aiming for an early departure. yeah - so to all the smokers - go screw yourself.

also, to all the computer viruses in the world who connived and manipulated their way into my pure system, i hope that somehow, you get cleansed. like ethnic cleansing. with acid. no, more like war of the worlds. and finally, to the people who keep imposing work on me - listen, the world does not revolve around you. and there are other courses screwing with our braincells. so stop slave driving us people. and be nice - give an extension once in a while and we might stop channelling evil thoughts towards you and hoping your computers crash.

there.

earthshatteringly trivial ramblings

2008-05-12T23:57:00.000-07:00

The thing about taking public transport, is that people automatically assume that you’re independent – which I am (some people will vouch for my stubbornness). But independence will only take you so far in this world…in my case it got me to town and left me stranded there on the one day our darling bus drivers decided to have a strike. In Niki’s case, it got her back where she started – home. Thanks to my white knight, I managed to get to my destination, albeit full of rage and looking like I could stomp on all the pretty flowers here and then drive over em with a tractor. yeah. But really, independence can function on its own on this planet- you’re always going to have to depend on something like the idiotic transport system. So no – taking the bus doesn’t mean you’re all independent – it means that hey, if the bus doesn’t come, im screwed. Royally. And if it rains- yeah, that’s right – screwed again! And people that don’t take buses will go and schedule meetings exactly when you need to leave or keep talking while you look at your watch and you know the bus has left without you. Then they’ll shut up after 5 minutes and you have to waste another half and hour of your life waiting for the next one. And I don’t like asking for help, I never have, but thankfully my knight is as stubborn as I am. Its just that while the bus is cool and you meet lotsa people…fade out to when Niki met Q…

Niki: hi, are you taking the campus bus? (she was thinking..great! fresh meat! I bet she’s first year.poor thing doesn’t know what’s gonna hit her)
Q: um.yeah. Hey weren’t you in my primary school? (I better be this girlie’s friend. She can wave the bus down for us)
Niki: Omg!! Yeah I was…(crap..now this chick is gonna keep talking. And I’ll probably have to wave the bus down)

We had a hiatus for about a year..and then we were reunited at the bus stop again when we both had gained a considerable amount of fashion sense and then we were ready to commit to a serious friendship ;) then we had the most amazing bus adventure where we took two buses just to go to this place for a slice of choc cake…in all, I think we took 5 buses that day. But it was worth it! Only a select view know that you cant ignore the call of chocolate cake. And shopping. There can never be enough shopping. Like the night before mother’s day..when the friends and I decided to take on Gateway and we ended up getting elbowed and I crushed some chick’s toes and we managed to get the last few of the most amazing gift right in front of other shoppers heading straight for it ;) it was madness. When there are only a few Afrikaans mother’s day cards left on the shelf, you know you’re too late. And Jo and I found cute London hats that I want to buy..i know I wont wear it often..but I need to know that its mine you know? Ahem…sounds like some other scenarios would fit the last sentence ;) yes, im pointing at you. Lol anyway…thankfully the buses are up and running and I don’t have to say all those bad words in my head again. And I can fully focus my thoughts on getting that yummy chicken shwarma and chips and coke if I get through this day awake…see? You must always incentivize.

i want an imported baba

2008-05-08T03:09:00.001-07:00

a whole lot of sweet mushiness and glitter

2008-05-06T23:36:00.000-07:00

im shedding glitter. like everywhere. there shoudlve been a sign next to the sale sign saying 'all these amazing butterfly tops shed glitter and dont wear them with black skirts to save yourself walking around like a discoball.' but nevermind...its worth it and it matches the rest of the vibe im exhuding ;) the thing with clothing on sale is that you're either gonna bump into somebody wearing the same thing or, its gonna perish in the next two weeks or while you're walking in the rain. yeugh. this glitter is everywhere. even on my bag and in my hair...oh well. at least niki wont have an issue finding me in here...

ooh, birthday wishes!!! to my mommy dearest..the cutest sweetest squishiest mommy in the world..happy birthday for tomorrow!!

and to my angel who makes me feel like its my birthday every day....you're my happy pill

umm...and i baked these for you

coz you make life beautiful....

consumer crusades

2008-05-04T23:26:00.000-07:00

There is something sinister about fairs. And I don’t mean the usual run of the mill fun fair chocfull of creepy clowns and crying kids – I mean Muslim fairs. And we wont mention names, but the one held this weekend had its fair share of weirdness and seemed to bring out the daredevil shopper in each visitor and summoned up the youth in some old women who elbowed their way to the bargains. The same fair the night before though, was calm and void of all signs that it would bring about the consumer crusade it did the next day, when all items gleamed in the daylight and people could see where they were going, spotting bargains a mile away and rushing through the crowd in some manouevres only rugby players would be proud of. And then you get the shielded warriors, the pardah aunties who will use their anonymity as a way to push through – not forgetting those using prams as weapons to block your path t the bargain you’ve spotted three miles away and threaten all hopes of ever reaching the destination. Yesterday was no exception, when MissQ was trying on a cloak and this old lady pushed past and said, ‘you taking that?’ and I was like,er..i don’t know yet,’ looking at the lady who obviously would not fit all parts of her into it at the same time. And I did take it, which brought out the savage in her and she gruntled away. And then azaan went and I spotted my bargain while all these ladies stopped to out their scarves on, I struck! And found the cutest cloak. Since it was the last day of the fair and the plummeting prices threatened to unleash a new onset of shopping euphoria and a good dose of rage, I left before it could escalate. But it just makes me wonder – for all the Muslimness we try to exhibit to non-Muslims and the holier than thou attitudes we wear around like coats of armour, when we’re all together this seems to give way to another dimension (which squishes people). Really though. How odd is it to see people dressed all holy and peaceful looking and there they go, pummeling into the crowd reminiscent of the some angry warthogs. And yes, we do think we’re better than others – I don’t know when or why we started thinking that way, but maybe it’s the whole money thing. And we think we have a right to act these ways when we think nobody’s looking. And it’s more than pushing people around at fairs…its deeper, it’s about morals and pushing your way through life. And often if there’s a Muslim pharmacist or doctor consulting with patients, a Muslim patient that came last will cut through and use Salaam as a way of saying. ‘Hey, im your sister/brother and we’re connected through this religion so serve me first.’ Don’t get me wrong…im not embarrassed to be Muslim, neither am I saying that everyone is like this. All im saying is that somewhere, we lost the plot.

Love in the time of Loadshedding

2008-04-29T03:59:00.000-07:00

It was Waseem the Great’s birthday and all the land waited in anticipation for the Great to awaken to see his 25th year and bless then with yet another year of immense greatness. In Seemland, things always went according to plan..except on this fateful April 16th…when Eskom did not receive an invitation due to the demerit system in Seemland…the Great’s peasant friends, Q, Niki, Mj and Jo and of course, the Great’s Good brother, Shiraz (who engaged most of his time in shopping and wrapping gifts in a very macho and manly way in his white shirt), decided that this year would be a birthday the Great would never forget…where sparkliness reigned supreme and laughter filled the streets and every store in town had sales of teal clothing.

Niki: hey! Like. Stop sprinkling all that glitter and butter salt around – it getting into my ghd’d hair.
Shiraz: mine too.
Q: sorry for breathing.
Meanwhile, on the other end of Seemland, mj was on his black horse, Tata, going to fetch Joe. Now on Joe’s end of the world, Escapade, there were some wild animals – which Mj was wary of (in a statistical way of course) but today was different…
‘Hmm’ Joe thought as she slid the cupcakes into the oven, ‘I wonder what’s keeping MJ..’

If she only knew…that the blinking traffic lights had blinded Mj’s trusty steed and had flung him from its rear straight into the euphoria of the centre of the land the wild animals inhabited. With this new being which had obviously descended from heaven (or hell considering what his t-shirt said), they ordained him as their master (because he had masters degree). To his surprise he realized they had also been preparing for the Great’s feast and had taken the celebrations to a new level, using the flashing malfunctioning traffic light as their disco ball and making Mj reenact his great descent over and over. Jo however, was unaware of the drama (coz she was only used to a high standard of theatre like Font) and as she woke up to the sounds of ambulances every morning, the commotion was nothing out of the ordinary and she continued folding and popping out her 3 million origami stars– besides, she lived with the Great AK, so she had nothing to worry about.

Back at the Great’s palace, Q was draping fairy lights, Shiraz was wrapping gifts and writing very emotional cards..and Niki was decorating her Tom Welling shrine while conducting an experiment about the DNA of Q’s fishies as they suspiciously resembled Saif Ali Khan…
Q: ummm…its 3am, can’t we take a nap before the Great wakes up? Im tired. I didn’t nap today – and I took 7 buses and…I had mince for lunch. What a bad day.
Shiraz: no, Im already late for work. (his schedule had been totally screwed by the load shedding schedule and now supper was at lunch, breakfast was at supper and lunch was at breakfast..and 7de laan was still at 6.30pm. At this point, nobody really knew what time he started).
Niki: like.hello? It’s the Great’s birthday duh- it’s a public holiday. Now Q? when did you last see saif?
Q: umm..hey! I can say big words….floxinoxi…something
Niki: supercalifragalis…tic.

It was then that all the lights in Seemland went out, leaving the entire town in darkness (except for Q’s tiara which twinkled like the stars and a few lucky peasants who had sold their souls for cell phones). One of them was Mj, who bought a weapon of a phone, which he used to thunk the over elated monkeys on the head and escape. However, it was his unfortunate fate to jump into an Escapade elevator – which was occupied by AK whose curiosity was piqued by the noise after 3 hours.
AK: ‘Oh, Mj its you – you know who I am!! AK!’
MJ: ‘Really? You don’t say – sign my chest.’
In that very odd predicament, load shedding intervened and there they were..stuck.
‘#8!@!!!!’ they both said.
‘you wanna hear a joke?’ said Ak
After about 10 minutes… ‘no’ said Mj..
Another 45 minutes went by…and Mj changed his mind.
Upstairs, Jo was really worried now – the origami stars were not popping the way they should have…and somehow she sensed that something had happened, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was..and then it hit her.
‘Your mother!!!’ she screamed, running to the kitchen to rescue the cupcakes, which she had forgotten about.
‘Ya Allah! Thank gawd for load shedding!’ as she contemplated the horror of her darling cupcakes being burnt and shuddered for 2.5 seconds until she heard a stifled scream coming from the lift amid the excitable rendition of ‘Dekho! Dekho!’ and figured that MJ and AK were stuck.together. After frantically drinking some tea and dialing Q’s number, Jo assured Mj and AK that help was on the way.

While Q and Shiraz rushed to save the world from the combined forces of MJ and AK, Niki decided to stay home and finish the experiment (but we all knew she wanted to spend her time ceremoniously circumnavigating the Welling Shrine with scented candles). As fate would have it, Q and Shiraz were pulled over by a very angry cop who was no doubt having the worst day of his life. All the pleading and flashing (thanks to Q) couldn’t have saved them from the hefty fine imposed on this dark night just two seconds away from Joe’s building. But when Shiraz got back in the car…Q was nowhere to be seen.

‘What the hell!’ he exclaimed!
He looked for her in the cubby, under the seat and finally in the cup holder, but he just could not find her. Suddenly a wild inhabitant rushed out of the tree and grabbed him and reunited him with Q, who was proclaimed Queen of Escapade (because she had a tiara) and they promptly named him King – because he had great hair (some opinions in life are universal). It was fun at first, but they soon realized that with the lack of necessities such as a ghd or jewelry, this place was just not working for them. After much struggle and running around, a compromise was reached and they bartered a lock of hair for their freedom.

What many in Seemland did not know, was the special powers a certain trio possessed. The ‘Powder-puff’ powers which included Shiraz aka Buttercup, Q aka Blossom and Niki aka Bubbles, were struck by lightening one fateful night and received the powers of bubblewrap – flexibility, invisibility and the power to pop things. And of course, the package came with standard garden variety flying powers which often didn’t have such great results. Soon AK and MJ were rescued from the tortured elevator and Mj rushed into sajdah position and proclaimed his gratitude repeatedly until he developed pins and needles. Shiraz flew up to Jo’s balcony, not surprised to see her once again on the ledge, battling with the urge to take a leap, and brought her back down to earth.
“Wow! Shiraz, you’re so strong!’ squealed a hoard of 352 sparkly teenage girls who had gathered to watch his display of strength.
Soon enough, Q donned her invisibility powers and popped the few braincells they had.

With all in tow, they found Tata, who had been pimped and souped up by the wild inhabitants and who now had a mini dvd player, blinged out hooves and some hectic dreads and blinkers with a tattoo on the back saying ‘glayer.’ On arrival at the Great palace just in time for the Great to wake up, they sensed a certain scent in the air…a dangerous one.
Q: does somebody smell Juicy Lucy food?
Mj: no, their food has no smell. Or taste.
Joe: it smells like when you over-ghd your hair..
Shiraz (whose electronic engineering education was certainly starting to pay off): oh my god!! Something’s burning! And it can’t be electrical coz its load shedding time! There must be fire!’

And they rushed to find Niki, who had been affected by all the exchange of Powder-puff power by Q and Shiraz and while peacefully gazing at Tom, experienced a surge in power and the candle exploded, setting Tom and all his paraphernalia on fire. Amid the flames, there was Niki, holding on and trying to salvage the remaining items of clothing she had ‘borrowed’ from Tom’s dressing room.
Q: omg Niki!! (secretly she was hoping Niki’s dna test results were fried as well, to eliminate the chilling evidence that she had indeed done the deed with saif).
Mj: save the lana picture niki!!
Jo: wait! Stop! I wana put sprinkles in the candle wax- it’ll look pretty.
Shiraz: ooh you can do that? That’s so cool!
With all the exclamations and bashing into glass vases in the dark, the Great awoke at 3.05am (yes, all this took 5 minutes- time stands still in Seemland and there are enough places to chat in).
The Great (looking at Niki’s hair which was kinda crackling but it still looked good): hey, what happened here?
Mj: we be burning.
Q: yeah, it just went from AM to PM
Niki: its 4 in the morning
Mj: I like when girls kiss girls
NIki: ew
MJ: sorry seems to be the hardest word
Niki: its too late to apologize.
Jo: wait – Im turning my lovelight on…
Shiraz: Q? where’d you go? I miss you so..seems like its been forever since you’ve been gone…
Q: baby when the lights go out…I hear you calling…
Shiraz: we’ll get lost together, till the light comes pouring through.
Silence followed for like 6 seconds…(they were waiting for the light to come pouring through)
Mj: paan rocks…oh hey! Happy birthday Waseem!!
Q: oh right yeah! That’s why we’re here! SURPRISE!
Shiraz (hugs waseem) *sniff happy birthday my favorite brother in the world.
Niki: Tom..is Tom ok?
Jo: never mind the load shedding- we’re all here together, that’s all that matters…
The Great: Baby, its fact.

click the link :)

2008-04-09T23:44:00.000-07:00

http://iolsresearch.ukzn.ac.za/Uploads/b642c774-e61b-4a04-9a1f-3eb442c0644f/vol4iss4.pdf

2008-04-07T02:43:00.000-07:00

Q is happy :) after a long time...

why its cool to be crabby

2008-03-27T23:37:00.000-07:00

;) ok this is soo weird. im sitting next to this girly that looks just like joe...and i bet she thinks im extremely strange coz i keep looking at her...now if only i could find some kinda diversion...then i could snap a quick pic and blog it...the only diversion would be to scream 'fiyyyeh!! bring the waateh!' but then i think i'd have to leave..in handcuffs. i was watching music videos on mute last night, watching alicia keys bang that keyboard in silence makes her looks like she's having a seizure by the way...and then leona lewis popped up and it just struck me that almost every up and coming artist has that whole melancholy, 'im lying here like a broken soul' look going for them. and somehow, that broken doll thing has become cool. i mean, which artist smiles on their album cover except them afrikaaner treffers and country music simon and garfunkel folks...there's a difference between looking sexy and looking sad like somebody stole your organs while you were sleeping..or ate your cadbury choc muffin before you got home...
look at this album cover

see? she not looking sexy..she looks like she fell down those stairs behind her and didnt clean her house for a while..and she just very unhappy.secondly..its my december, not hers. depressed people are going to identify with this, buy the cd and get more depressed, raising the suicide rate. in december. next!

my angel, michael. he is not happy..he is in fact, constipated. his mxit status would be grumpy at this point. be he is forgiven, since i had not breezed into his life at this time. then you get the other extreme: exhibit 3:
our very own, home grown hunk-a-burning yum...blackie swart - who by the way has just eaten a huge steak and is extremely happy to be here against the bright yellow, with his trusty guitar and his 40 variations of the same song. go blackie!! but im afraid sales wont be great..coz nobody likes that one person with a happy mxit presence, no.

so finally, when i entered micheal's life, we found a middle gorund. behold! the perfect album cover pic..just the right amount of yumminess to make happy people happier and sad people smile..which is why my angel is sooo successful (my cooking has something to do with it too).
of course, i am the inspiration behind the tracks :) in this pic, i have just tickled him and he is now thinking about how lucky he is...his mxit presence would be in lurv.so cute!! so the whole 'im going to die wihtout your love' look jst doesnt work for me. i mean, get real man, you're making loads of money, look a little happier! and do yourself a favour and eat a burger before you get more anorexic. i like that guy who won Britain's got talent - he doesnt fit the mould of being this young, cool popstar, but he rocks! and he was a cellphone salesman...his response to the stardom is a big smile and 'yeah, this is bonkers!' you wouldnt find Robbie being all humble like that (sorry joe).

anyway...this is what im doing on friday morning on campus...me have group meeting ;( somebody save me...like smallville.chloe rocks!!! she got great beeeg smile. oh by the way, im doing layout for my department's newsletter..and cartoons...its about sociopolitical issues, quite cool.please mail me your email adress if you'd like to be on the mailing list..or leave comment..

fankyoubye! :)

doing business

2008-03-25T07:58:00.000-07:00

Our dear Dollop was sitting in his car (green one as you can see) when my initials pulled up beside him ;) and yes…I will admit, I make bread. Quality bread. Which is why im so busy that I cant reply to some messages and sometimes I cant go out on Saturday nights – its coz of the bread. And no, I don’t know why the price of bread is so high. All I know is that people are paying for my initials. Branding I think its called.

Speaking of branding, missQ went to a late movie at Suncoast – my god, if you want to see branding, just take a breeze through amid the swarm of jhb holiday makers…erm, but I’ll admit I had my own Roxy theme going ;) was that an evening to remember…my little cousin walked out of the games area at way past midnight, looked at me and echoed many of the sentiments of some weary gamblers – ‘Q, im bankrupt now’ lol, she is too cute. Try venturing into a ladies bathroom during an interval – nobody warned me. I got squished in line between an old lady in the front and this young, almost too friendly chick behind me. This girlie also had no idea of personal space, which for someone with a double D, needs to stop traumatizing ppl like me. Anyway, so the old lady in front of me somehow stepped on my toe…and she turns around and says, oh, so sorry bheti – I’m diabetic.’ I didn’t know whether to say its ok for killing my toe, or say im sorry that you’re ill. So I just made friends.

There’s something about waiting in line to use the loo that makes it gross. Maybe its that thought that there are more germs around, or that everybody knows that you’re there to..do your business. It just makes me want to flush myself to Singapore. And then I look around and think…hey that lady didn’t wash her hands- she cant be too clean in the loo…and then I get all panicky and fidgety like Monk. And then you have those lil kids that prance outa the loo. God knows what they left in there. Ladies bathrooms are not very ladylike. Even that hand drier thing. You have to touch to get it to start. Ew. But those new sensor things are cool. Even the sensor taps that jhb international airport..OR tambo, has. They get me all excited. In high school, we had pink and purple bathrooms for the girls. And people used to write things on the wall like the hottest guys this month or things like ‘Look up!’ And on the ceiling somebody wrote ‘haha, made you look, I can see what you’re doing.’ Funny now, but back then I was the new kid and it freaked me out! Made for some interesting reading, but our loos weren’t as cool as the guys who had white and black bathrooms. I don’t know what went on in there; maybe juju or nazeer can elaborate. There are rules to being in a ladies bathroom. Firstly, you don’t look at the person next to you in the mirror, no matter how much her funky hair or cleavage is demanding the attention. Also, don’t talk to people you don’t know. Just smile gracefully, like ‘yeah, my deposit is made of gold- in your face.’ The last thing you want to do is become best friends and have her say at wedding – ‘I met her in the loo’ although, I have made some friends in the bathroom…one of whom had locked herself in the cubicle by accident, and of course, the Suncoast lady. Also, don’t twirl around in the full length mirror. I did that once and people walked in and I just stopped in mid-twirl and rushed off and I could still hear em giggling. Omg. And please, make sure you are actually walking into the ladies room – not the men’s room. We wont mention any past incidents about that. I have erased them for my mental health.

Q is happy J very happy…what more does a girl need than a buttercup and some fresh air…

holiday wishes ;)

2008-03-19T23:34:00.000-07:00

im trying to post a pic. of choc chip muffins...but this blog thing is screwed up. anyway. i wish choc muffins upon all of you..and an amazing long weekend. try not to break anything, crash anything, steal anything, hurt anything, swear anything, kill anyone, run over anyone, slap anyone, throw things (unless you have good reason) burn anything, hit anything, stab yourself, slit your ankles, poison yourself, and please. dont forget to moisturise.
hugs

2008-03-18T23:32:00.000-07:00

its funny how some people,
can tell you one thing, then do another,
knowing it would hurt you and
turn around and be public about it.
but i guess double standards
come with not having a conscience.
sad little immoral attention seeker.

2008-03-18T23:23:00.000-07:00

ode to bob

2008-03-17T23:52:00.001-07:00

today is very sad day...my lil fishy bob has passed on. we will have a day of mourning. orbituaries and poems are welcome...

space invaders

2008-03-17T01:02:00.000-07:00

Oh.my.god. I had another bus ‘adventure.’ Very traumatic. See, the bus missed me again. The guy just didn’t see me waving my arm off like some possessed lil rag doll. So I waited there for another half an hour and finally, another bus came – only this time, the driver didn’t know the way to campus, and thanks to eskom, the traffic lights weren’t working, so my life flashed before my eyes quite a few times..well, I figured, at least I’d die with my red jacket on ;) anyway. The bus wasn’t that full, till this overbearing ‘woman’ (I say ‘woman’ because she was acting more like a fat parasite with no concept of personal space) came and sat next to me – rather, on top of me!! So much so, that I couldn’t reach my phone in my pocket when it rang – and there she was, well-dressed, and happily chewing her bubblegum in my face!! ;( it was so scary ;( and I kept thinking about bad words and what I could kill her with my umbrella. Im so glad its over…this day can only get better right?
Right? Say yes!
As for this weekend…now that was an adventure in itself. The aunts came home for weekend. Flip, it was like I was in Prison Break. My phone got inspected, my room got examined, everytime I coughed I got that look that says – you cough again and im attacking you with Vicks, my clothes got xrayed and my cute lil fishies ot interrogated. And my poor mummy just got tired. All I remember was cooking. A lot.

Q endorses Juno by the way – oh and heaven icecream, choc brownie flavour.

Anyway, back to personal space- some people just have no grasp of what it means. I used to have this friend in school and she used to hit me lol, like everytime she made a joke and laughed, I used to get a slap on the arm or thigh. And hard! I think it was coz she had so many brothers, that she got all butch. As for me, I was all feminine and sensitive – and bruised. Somehow I managed to distance myself. Then there are those people who always want to hug – or overdo the mwah thing. Especially guys. Ew. For Q to hug somebody, it takes at least a year to graduate from the outer circumference of the personal space into the next circle etc. u cant just bypass the circumference ok!! There’s a system. And when it comes to sharing drinks with people – there’s another system, but that’s a whole different blog post ;) as for the ‘getting touchy in public people,’ please get a room. I don’t feel like being nauseous. Your bf isn’t going to run away if you don’t pin him down to earth by sitting on his lap – he will not go off in another direction if you stop hanging onto him – you aren’t a magnet. Don’t get me wrong, I love people, just stay on your side of the line, and we be ok, I promise ;)

nervous crossers anonymous

2008-03-10T23:14:00.000-07:00

yay :) the marbles pic is in! this morning was such a blonde morning for missQ. my sandal fell off while i was getting on the bus..and then when i eventually did get on, this faaaaat dude stepped on my toes ;( ow. i just feel like im not going to get through this day without being scratched or stomped or poked. calamity jane. but really, its not my fault. i have those days alot...you know when you're walking in a mall, or in town and people just seems to get in your way - or rather, you seem to be in everyone's way and you're like 'whats wrong with me! im a hazard to society!' and then you just decide to go home before you run over a small quiet kid. im bad wth crossing roads to..they should have anonymous meetings called 'Nervous Crossers' and we'd have meetings. and they'd be right around the corner, so I wouldnt have to cross the road to get there. or better yet, the therapist would come home ;) the only thing getting me across the road is the thought of that perfect lil choc donut waiting for me at Spar.

although sometimes i do have my rebellious brave moments where im like, bring it on! you know? and i cross with confidence. anyway, im hungover. saturday night rocked...i learnt how to play pool. let me first say that that cue (or the Q as mj puts it) was dam heavy! i mean its a stick, but its heavy! its like my height. which made me insecure, but i overlooked that and managed to get like 3 balls in the hole thingy (2 of which were the white one). and then i got half drenched in rain..and then i realised my lovely white sandal broke on the side ;( see? i have horrible luck wth sandals...but i realised my passion!! found my calling! that bin game where you throw the ball in as fast as you can ;) we went a bit crazy over that. by me, i mean me.and raeesa. its good for releasing rage etc. totally better than therapy.
missQ has to go to seminar now. with 3 people in it, there's no way i can fall asleep ;(
loads of hugs and blue smarties...
missQ

this is where the title goes

2008-03-05T22:36:00.000-08:00

this dam *** blog isnt letting me post a pic!! or choose text colour ;( and i have such a pwetty pic to post ;( and this ***** blog NOT HELPING ME!!!!!!!!!!!
now the writing's gonna be all sick green looking and not clean and white and this post is gonna be bland without a pic. dam technology.

whatever.

there's alot going on right now. like take Jane for example. there's jack, who doesnt give a shit about her, yet she keeps running after him and bashing into the rock wall that is his stone cold heart, while Jake on the other hand, is running after her- but she doesnt care. and then Q has to sit and help out the situation and try not to kill herself while ingesting all this whiney nonsense. im like, yes, we've all been there, but dont make this my problem. i have my own pretty lil issues to sort out.
oh and to the cute lil people who mailed me and messaged me that they're glad im back, fank you ;) you make Q smile like an ecstatic yellow smiley. by the way, i decided to break the shopping drought yesterday and guess what - i found nothing. absolutely nothing i liked. and i was itching to spend money, so i spent it on food ;) (which i couldnt finish - whch means something's wrong with me, but we deal with that later).

flip man! the pic i was gonna post was so cute. so yesterday my friend pulls out a marble from my pencil case that i forgot was there. good friend gave it to me, and it was like one of those moments where you realise, that hey, this person is still one of my best friends and even though life can get hectic, they'll be there to send you an sms that'll make you laugh out loud or give a beeg hug when you feel like the world isnt working for you...or! give you a marble when they know you've lost yours ;)

ok, i have another meeting to get to. and i swear by the chicken shwarma from wrap it up! that i will get the text colour changed and get the pic posted!!
missQ

2008-02-29T04:44:00.000-08:00

A blank sheet, begging to be written on, drawn on, or at least crumpled up and thrown away. for a brief moment, a dance with a rush of air and a rapid descent into the darkness…met with a new texture, a new fear, and the weight of the expectation to do something great lifted off burdened corners. Who ever thought we would amount to this much nothingness…who ever thought out loud with a hint of predictive humour that this would be where our footsteps would lie. Here. Today. And if somebody had never taken this leap of faith and trusted in the intriguing mystery of the path that called, this today would be different. And who knows where the descent would have lead. Well. I guess now we will never know. And comfortingly so. Yet the new comfort comes with new fears and the bottom is an illusion of booby-trapped tiles that beg to be danced on. I will never know if I don’t try..and that is the way the world creaks and rumbles on, on its axis, unaware of the risks, the ascents and descents that it contains. Everyday a new hope, a loss, a confusion, a clarity and the constant hum of people packing up their lives and venturing onto a new track.

Would you miss what you left behind I wonder…even though you don’t know its here.

There must be some magnetic force that draws you onto the path of a speeding train even though you know you’ll lose yourself. Yet. Don’t we all hope to be proven wrong? Waiting. For some ‘thing’ to stop the earth from turning for 30 seconds so things can fall into place, and get it spinning again. Craving. For that rush of air…knowing the descent is ahead, and hoping to be proved wrong. And yet, sometimes we are proven wrong. At the times we least expect, from the sources we least expect; and you are able to trust the things you always doubted. And yes, I would miss it even though I don’t know that its here. It’s the fleeting glance of it that brings me back every time, taking the same path, hoping to see the reflection on the piece of glass being held up to the light.

2008-02-25T22:25:00.000-08:00

hello hi.
missQ is wearing the sunshine top today.. ahem ahem.hint hint to the rocking person who bought it for her ;) im so hungry. i've been dying for this chicken shwarma and huge serving of chips with mayo and chili from wrap it up.but nobody seems to understand!!! i need it. like i need to live you know?
ugh. group projects again this year..this time i cant seem to keep the bitchiness in.
oWWW! this dude across me just kicked me under the table..flip. he doesnt care. i bet he's downloading 'corn' as we speak! yeah, so i been thinking...and drawing..and thinking some more...what's better? avoiding or confrontation..coz im in whatever mode and apparently i shouldnt be. but its working for me right now. im all chilled like. lark im sow chilled dude...its lark totally narce..everythings all waat and blue china...
k enough. crap man! this guys feets are so damn huge, i cant sit. basket!
me have to run off to seminar.yay me ;(
if i dont post by thursday..lemme just say HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKKI!! love you loads my lil aloo!

waking up

2008-02-21T22:16:00.001-08:00

elo all yous goods peoples :)
yeah. ok i trying to force myself to be in a good mood so i can wake up....and i have crappy meeting at 9am ;( oh well.
ew. i think somebody next to me let one go...a very beeg one.
im so forgetful today!! me almost forgot to press the bell thingy on the bus this morning when it got near my stop. almost landed up very fay from where i supposed to be...and then i forgot some other stuff i cant remember now. and no, im not getting old, i just tired.
ooh, A1 this weekend!!! yaaay!! it soo cool to hear the cars in the morning.
ok. i too tired to type.
jumma mubarak
ps. if you draw or knows anyone who draws political cartoons, or wants to write artcles for a newsletter, let me know...
fankyoubye @--'--

stop and stare...

2008-02-19T07:48:00.000-08:00

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel... And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be,
oh Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can u see what I see
They're tryin to come back,
all my senses push Un-tie the weight bags,
I never thought I could...
Steady feet, don't fail me now
Gonna run till you can't walk
But something pulls my focus out
And I'm standing down...
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be,
oh Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there A
nd you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, you don't need What u need, what u need...
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be
Oh, do u see what I see...

why Q gets squished alot.

2008-02-13T22:14:00.001-08:00

i got squished on the bus this morning...it seems like i attract these 'healthy' people, coz im sitting there, sleeping with my eyes open in the hope that this bus will take me to anywhere beautiful, except campus, when im jolted awake by somefatbody's thigh or elbow half on top of me. i mean, there's a whole lota space at the back, but no, they will choose to sit next to the small girlie in the front, who by the end of the trip, will have practically become one with the window.

yeah, that happened to me agin this morning...this beeeg chick came and shoved her way into my area, with a big checkers packet and a lunchbox in it which she obviously favoured over me, coz she held it up in my face like it was some kryptonite medal. eish. and then i go and volunteer to work instead of staying home. so here i am.
but yesterday, the cutest thing happened on the bus. niki and Q were on their way home. this guy was sitting in front of us, and in front of him, was this gal. after a while, he takes out a piece of paper, writes something on it, taps her on the shoulder, and gives it to her. she writes something back...and a few minutes later, he goes and sits next to her and they start talking :D and niki and Q were like 'awwww..thats so sweeeet!' valentine miracle hehe..

gawd. i am so sleepy...and this morning it was sunny and then it got rainy in 2 minutes and it confused me...and i got frowny. and now i have a headache. and im worrying about something that i shouldnt be worrying about. which is silly on my part really. but i think worrying is my thing. and baking.
pink happiness all around.

Hi, I’m Queeneth and im in Postgrad ;)

2008-02-12T22:22:00.000-08:00

The Q is back for her 100th post…and so named Queeneth by her friend in masters of molecular biology, Stikhat. Ahem. We scratched the name Gulaabji off the list when mum said it paid some reverence to the prostitute in Saawariya. Which by the way, was the crappiest movie ever, only second to the Hindi version of Heartbreakers. It is imperative at this moment to state that ‘MissQ endorses Aamir Khan’s Taare Zameen Par.’ Brilliant! Anyhoo, the Q has grown up. Yes, the wisdoms have started to impose themselves on my much aligned and super sensitive teeth. As nervous as I was to meet the new dentist, I had convinced myself that he would be better than the last one who was a Ben Stiller clone. I was greeted by an ageing, bearded dentist, with a contraption attached to his glasses which made for interesting magnifiers. He just so happened to be hard of hearing too, and while pottering about in my mouth asks, ever few minutes, ‘what you said the problem was bheti?’ shame. He said bismillah a few times, coz I ended up getting a bit violent and pushing his hand away twice, to his horror..judging from the tablighi demeanor, I doubt he’d had that kinda contact with a ghair mahram in a while ;) as for the nurses, they got my name and address wrong about 6 times and couldn’t grasp the concept of M-e-d-i-c-a-l A-i-d, finally announced ‘we are confused’ which didn’t make me feel any better. Ya, so this guy might extract my wisdoms…apparently there’s a streak of brilliance lurking around in him.

The rest of the holiday rocked though..family weddings were the bestest!! We haven’t had close family weddings in a while, and being part of it all just went beyond my expectations. The laudium wedding was so beautiful…it was held in this hall which opened up onto a garden..and my cousin got his and his bride’s names put onto the number plate. too sweet. As for the wedding in dbn, that was like a mafia wedding lol! Black merc parade. But it was stunning just as well.

I need another holiday! Its weird being back on campus. This year, it’s a whole new realm. I a lil bit worried. But its soooo cool having a degree. And then! When they stamp your student card and it says post grad. Yay. At registration, some butch Indian chick came up to my friend and I. She says, ‘ay, you people in fest yeh?’ and we were like, ‘No..we’re in POST GRAD’ hehe!! Its like the guy you’ve liked for 3years who never noticed you, coming up to and asking you out…and then you’re like. ‘no.’ :D in your face! Ok ok..maybe not as thrilling, but it rocks, and it took me a while to get here, after taking like 10 subjects in 1st and 2nd year coz I didn’t know which direction I was headed in. I’m excited about tutoring..ooh, the power of a marking pencil!!
If you’re wondering if im on a sugar high right now…10 points! For some reason I’ve been living off lindt and ferero’s and tumbles recently. Works for me though.

Anyway, im off to attack that chicken and roti thing Dew made me addicted to. Oh, happy Wellington’s Day ppl! @---,--‘

Pink happiness all around ;)

2007-11-01T23:22:00.000-07:00

bye bye bloggie...

popping corn

2007-10-30T23:58:00.000-07:00

Q had intelligent conversation last night :D yay! Just when I thought it didn’t exist..just when the dumb sentences and questions from select few were threatening to cage me into the world of people who don’t get it…I was rescued!!! So, to celebrate, I will spoil myself with copious amounts of milktart and a hiatus from weird people who just don’t get the hint ;) I feel I need to confess something that only I know about and even though im close to my friends, I have never said divulged this information. Some of you may be silenced by shock..others may walk away screaming, ‘why didn’t you tell me this before!’ and others may just send sms’s saying ‘I don’t think I can be associated with you anymore.’ But I need to say this…here goes.

Im wearing a broken shoe.

There. Its out there. And I might add that the said shoe is the flat biscuit shoe. So named by Dew, as it looks like memon biscuits with dusty gold beads on it. And I just cant afford to not match my shoes with my choc milkshake and copper attire today, so Q, the lady, wore the broken shoe. And the broken-ness is concealed, but lets just say that if it rains, im screwed ;) coz right now the breeze from the aircon is turning my baby toe blue. But fashion before comfort I always say :D so yeah, if you cant handle being friends with broken shoe girlie, then…gimme back my hugs and smiles in a cardboard box ;)

there are beans jumping around in my head. I think it’s the remnants of the field trip to Warwick (pronounced war-Rick, please, don’t say ‘Waawick’ coz I’ll burn all your blue or silver belongings and dance around the fire). The trip was fun in a grassroots, roughing it out kinda way. Apart from the icky people who tried feeling us up, but hey, it’s the Durban experience ;) and I made friends with people. O.H, I hope you’re proud of me lol. And I trusted somebody to hold my water bottle for 3 seconds…and then we all held hands and crossed the road lol. Im excited. Spending the day here with a rocking friend of mine and we’re gonna like hang and chill and be totally phly homey! I stop now, im really bad at that. As you can tell.
Shame, im feeling a little bad. Just bumped into a friend who I deleted from Mxit. Its not that I stopped being interested in chatting to him, but he got a bit much, like he was tooooo excited ALL the time. I recall a conversation:
Him: so what you doing this holiday? Going north coast? South coast? Where you going?
Q: no, not going anywhere.
Him: ya? Why? You working? Im at the beach! Im lying on the sand!
Q: no, we’re redoing the kitchen
Him: ay that’s so lukker!! We bought a new stove!! :D :D :D

Q: that’s nice. See, he’s extremely sweet, but too overwhelming. Anyway, now he asks why im not on mxit and this lie just popped out ‘I deleted my mxit im so busy.’ Eish, the words just came out before I could haul them back. And he was all ‘oh shame and you mustn’t stress you know you’ll do well.’ So im feeling crappy. I’ll be over it in 5 minutes, after I eat the chicken roti chips thing for lunch..oooh…

about this chatbox thing..battle of the ego’s? its entertaining though. As long as its doesn’t get too offensive. And keep Q out of it. She has her own opinions. Popcorn. That’s what I want. With buttersalt

shoes, burgers and the bridal suite

2007-10-29T00:06:00.000-07:00

It has just come to light that MissQ is writing both her majors on the same day. Brilliantly timed end of year finale. And while im as stroppy about it as Rachel Ray without lasagne, im happily aware that in two days of exams, I’ll be done. Bang bang. Hmm..reminds me of yesterday when I almost got killed, but that’s another funny story im keeping for my grandkids. Anyhoo, went shopping for bling outfit for wedding and wow, did I find something bling. Managed to rustle up an audience as well! Now that was hilarious and totally cool. Its nice once in a while to let people fuss over you and try on things in a bridal suite with crystals and lights and wowness. And then I had the yummiest burger ever!! Q isn’t into red meat, but I craved a normal burger with the works. And I got it :D and I found mum cute shoes! And I bought more shoes for me!! SHOES SHOES!! In the absence of mxit, I managed to find the time to revel in the quiet joys of the weekend, and get a lot done. and yes, im giving you an account of my rocking weekend and you had better enjoy it, coz I managed to wing it like some multi-tasking princess, so give Q a big whoop for doing exactly what she and mom planned ;) and flights are booked and things are falling into place for later next month when I get to chill with family and friends I haven’t seen in ages. Anyway, I have a lecture to go to..my lecturer is incredibly cute ;) in a postmodern, x-factor YDE kind of way…but alas, these last few lectures must be difficult for him too…you know, saying goodbye lol. Have a stunningly free and unobtrusive day.
hugs

the wheel's spinning but the hamster's dead

2007-10-25T23:08:00.000-07:00

You know what I hate? Guys who think they rock, when they really don’t. And also, these ones that think they know the inner workings of your brain just coz they’ve read like 2 and a half books their entire lives. And before you think, damn, she’s writing about me, please- that’s your ego talking and if you think I bet this song is about you is about you, then please do humanity a favour and slit your ankles. Another thing I cant stand which has imposed itself so blatantly this morning are idiots who think its cool to be emotionless and judgmental. Insensitivity is the dead cat attached to your shoe- don’t drag it around, you only end up alienating yourself. And yes, I could have used a more decent analogy like rotten banana peels or toilet paper attached to your shoe, but since you know why my repressed memories have chosen to use ‘dead cat’ and what it represents in that little brain which only has space for you, go ahead and tell yourself whatever you want to hear. Coz it seems that no matter how nice I am to people, I still end up being made to feel like a ditzy blondie coz you need to feel all macho. If that helps you get through your day, yay for you- but don’t bring your insanity into my world. Of course its all wow to have an intelligent conversation with someone, but that doesn’t mean you have to label things and people and be just plain arsey. Im so sick of having to work so hard to be composed lil Q – coz at the end of the day, you think this is your stage and im supposed to applaud every witty comment (that’s what you think they are). For God’s sake, be real. Im not going to be all happy clappy and sparkly every day- and you aren’t either. And there’s nothing wrong with saying ‘I feel like shit and I need to talk.’ I cant handle the generic hello’s and how are you’s from pea-brained superheroes who only want to go on and on about their own lives and what a bad deal they got in life blah blah. Selfish baskets!

Just say something nice once in a while and it might make somebody feel pretty and make you seem like less of a dickhead. And something else. I don’t like hearing things from other people about the mean thing somebody said about me. If you need to say it, just call me and say it. At least that way, im not going to think you’re spineless hypocrite. But I guess we all say things we don’t want to get out and eventually they do. Nevermind. Use this for future reference, use it as toilet paper, I don’t care. If you can’t get your act together, don’t expect me to make way for you till you decide. Right…umm. What else…can’t think of anything else, except that don’t go back on your promises. And if you draw the line, draw it with a black permanent marker. We aren’t in high school and im not the girl who’s going to wait around till 11th period when you finally graduate from the school called life.

2007-10-22T22:41:00.000-07:00

Today's Greek chocolate lovenote says

'love me when i least deserve it...because that's when i'll need it most'

the paradox of our times

2007-10-21T22:54:00.000-07:00

The murder of Lucky Dube has captured the attention of most South Africans, albeit overshadowed by the Rugby this week, but the botched hijacking has undoubtedly created waves. In a crime-ridden country, somehow people react with shock, as if these homegrown heroes are immune to the disease that hangs over our heads everyday. Some have gone to the extent of collecting money, up to R50 per person to send to Dube’s family as to ‘assist them’ at this time of mourning. His murder has come at a time of extreme tension surrounding the government puts our president in a questionable light as to his hiring and firing tactics and the double standards that he proudly defends, making it ever so clear that nobody is safe. It has highlighted the height of crime – and that may be the one positive thing that has emerged from the incident. However, I find it strikingly unfair that ordinary citizens are overlooked in this regard and become statistics or temporary 10 line articles which demand little attention from police, while Dube’s case saw 15 officers working overtime to bring in suspects. What escalates the paradox here is the collection of money for his family. Of course this must be a period of devastation and grief, but surely they do not need monetary assistance compared to the scores of poor disadvantaged people or people who are gunned down everyday. What happens to their hospital or burial expenses? Don’t they require just as much state attention and funding for something that was no fault of theirs, but which they have to live with the rest of their lives? No doubt a Lucky Dube album’s release now would rake in the cash, so why not send a sympathy card instead of throwing cash where there’s cash already? The St Tropez murder yielded a similar reaction regarding media attention and the march against crime for S.A in England. As if the stats are not enough- and they seemingly aren’t, isn’t it sad that only when somebody well-known and well off is killed, does it reach the press and spark off an outcry? Don’t get me wrong, im not saying we shouldn’t react at all or be unsympathetic, but if violent crime is increasing, we should expect these things. At a time when SA is trying to generate investor confidence and international integration, Devils’ Advocate might pose the notion that if such murders of high profile people take place and they are highlighted to attract global attention, it could negatively impact on the economy via degrading perceptions of key players that could spur on SA’s progress in the international arena. That way, government would be compelled to actively enforce measures to lower the crime rate. Their objectives of halving unemployment and poverty may only minimally reduce crime in time for 2010, however, white collar crime may increase with businesses expanding and more people entering the formal economy. It seems our priorities are quite diverted when it comes to what gets attention in this country. And while we celebrate being champions of the world, I wonder how many soon-to-be statistics are fighting the battle to stay alive right now.

stardust..featuring our very own cast who think they're acting in Run for your Life2

2007-10-19T00:40:00.000-07:00

Mj: woyoh ay! One shooting star! You saw you saw!
Dew: whatkine? Im busy drinking my waateh, don’t act shell.
Mj: right sight you, im gwaing to catch it (this was what he was doing during itikaaf)

Guadian: where you think you vaiying eh? Don’t act like your faatheh, you khan go.
MJ: ay don’t dulla with me, hold me back! Hold me back!
(mj blinds the guard with his shiny gold tooth and gets through)

suddenly, he bashes into Jo.

Jo: ay wakkine? You khan see im walking yeh and my leg wonly paining and staying?
Mj: (ay lukker stekkie this one is) ay you urt yourself when you fell from eaven?
Jo: jus my luck, crash into wun dumb boy…where’s your car man? Ope you got spinners hudderwise im not vaiying with you.
Waseem comes rushing towards them perched on a unicorn: yewa I am! The saviour! Comeway this side Jo, I’ll take you buy the market, buy you wun cow.
Jo: eish, seriaas? No man, you wonly want me for my bling.goway.
Jo walks off on her own until she hears something in the trees behind her…
And Organ Harvester pops out!
Jo: oo you?
OH: Thumba’s nephew from topside. Donate one organ yeh. Gimme your art! Poke.
Jo: ayor!! Nooooo!! Save meeee….
Suddenly, MJ comes running towards her and hits OH on the head with a candle.
Jo: where you was hall this time?
Mj: sorry ma, I went by Nando’s. you know they gort halaal one this side of the waaal ay? Sor nice.
Jo: an you nevair bring for me and come too.
Mj: ay jus keep waaalking…
(to be continued…OR! Complete the story ;) )

a sprinkling of stardust

2007-10-17T01:25:00.000-07:00

lalala…stardust rocked majorly!! And no, its not a fag movie. And don’t believe all the nonsense about it in the papers. It just swept me beyond my expectations. SO GO WATCH IT! And if iv sounded a tad violent recently, its coz people you expect to protect you, don’t. that’s just the way it is and we need to accept that. There. Accepted and moving swiftly along. Had a weird experience with prawns last night. Somehow we ended up with a kg of imported Indian prawns. The kind that wear turbans and make their way down to your tummy nodding their heads and saying, ‘what is happening yaar? Im not liking this spiritual journey very much, wait, ill sing one Hindi tune- make heverything better.’ And MissQ who is mad about prawns, actually had an adverse reaction to them for the first time in her very adventurous and encyclopeadic life! See? Dodgy Indian-ness is in the water. Or waaateh rather ;) but somehow I don’t think it’ll ever put me off prawns. Omg. I had prawn Quiche once. Now that was the awesomest thing! But they took it off the menu..conspiracies I tell you! Anyway, is there a point?
Ah yes. hands off the burfi. Its mine.

lets see how far we've come...

2007-10-14T23:59:00.000-07:00

Fingers hesitant. To send or not to send? To post or not to post? The repercussions…the concertina rippling away in your head like the constant buzz of F1 cars racing to win the majority of your brain cells. Attention seeking buggers. But its Matchbox 20 that wins…

I believe it all is coming to an end
Oh well I guess we’re gonna pretend
Lets see how far we’ve come…lets see how far we’ve come

So was all the trouble worth it when you’re right back where you started? This time capsule you chronicle that you hope somebody will dig up one day and finally understand you…dont you think this cycle is enough? Isn’t it time you cut the strings pulling you back into the darkness? It all comes back to drawing the line. And a flash of someone’s smile might set off a thousand volts and at the same time fry your insides so that you no longer resemble yourself, but the cinders of the person that made you unique. Nobody’s worth that. Don’t you think sometimes you’re trying too hard to find something that’s not worth its weight in gold? don’t you think you deserve a whole lot more? Its like struggling to get on mxit and forgetting to watch Tyra on the day she actually fell off the couch. Falling. I fell down the stairs in primary school and got cut up like a drumstick waiting to be cooked. Hoping to soak in some sympathy from the boy I liked since the time I can remember liking somebody. He carried my bag and now he’s marrying some other girl. And no I cant even remember why I liked him, except that he was intelligent. Its intelligence that gets me..but somebody very insightful told me once that being broadminded is nothing. And im beginning to believe it. Nobody likes broad beans. They don’t know who they are and I bet they’re jealous of sugar beans. They know who they are.its the best they can do.koo. its dangerous to be all over the place. You never know which part of you’s gonna fall off if an 18 wheeler suddenly came charging towards you. Where did all the sane people go?

Everything fluctuates. If it didn’t, things would be boring, but I’d like a confirmation of sorts so as to assure me that im not chicken little and the sky isn’t falling and that these words im typing aren’t gong to pick up their luggage and walk off showing me the middle finger into the sunset. Orange. I saw enough orange on eid day and if that wasn’t jarring enough, my 5 little cousins came over and mentioned that the 3year old cuts holes in their couch with the kitchen knife and hides various pieces of cutlery and jewelry in the hole. That, along with the 2year old asking me if I wanted a slap for not showing her my phone was made me wonder if the memon mafia really does exist and if it does, can I disperse them throughout the country to hunt down people who need such ‘intervention’ to make em Q-friendly again. The midnight blue organza dress I got is totally Q friendly. It just depends on whether this wedding actually happens if history is anything to go by. History is the best predictor of future performance as Dr Phil’s perfectly polished brain and southern accent says. Which makes me a little worried, coz I seem to trip over the same step all the time. Literally. And maybe I haven’t come far in that respect, but I wont pretend to be something im not…and while I may be taking my time with deciding on the greater things which spell out my future, don’t expect me to play nice if other people accept your bipolar attitude and I don’t. I will push you away and not regret it. Coz I cant take the responsibility of your guilt after you’ve made it quite clear what you think of me ever since I can remember. There. Im packing up and driving away and you’ll probably only wake up when the world’s ending.

for your entertainment only

2007-10-10T03:45:00.000-07:00

Wow. Boy did I cringe last night…was looking through some old papers mum kept from like yonks ago (mum’s all sentimental and sweet. Which means- lots of lil mementos of when Q didn’t even know that hearts didn’t have faces on them) ;) so I found two cards. One said:

Dear mom. I love you..
you are the best mommy and the most beautiful mommy (heart with smiley face here)
i love your fluffy hair (i know, thats not a compliment)
please will you buy me BYNOKULARS. (see, stalking days started ages ago)
Sign here___________
Love, your dorter.

And then there was:
Dear mommy.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is white
And so are you!
That’s why I love you ;)

Hehe, think that could get me into trouble in the new SA ;)

Oh and then I found this heart-wrenching and melodramatic poem I wrote a few years ago. Every poem of mine had to have butterflies and stars in it to make it a poem lol. I cant even remember who it was for or why..well, ok maybe a little, but its funny:

Addicted
Haunted souls would seem less affected
Sun-drenched dreams take protection
Beneath ravaged branches of perfection
And shiver in an icy embrace.
A butterfly falters in the wind
The stars align and rip her wings.
Footprints on the dunes of a deserted mind,
The rulers never intended the heart’s smile.
Radiating beams of sweet shimmering sorrow
Pierce the petals of tomorrow
And selected affection takes its place

Anyhoo, im off tomorrow!! Yay!! Be good, and if eid is on Friday and I don’t get the chance to wish you lovely people…EID MUBAAARAAAAK!! Oh and please post all your Eidi for Q in the chatbox. And Waseem, R5 coins don’t count.
Hugs and mountains of bubble wrap,
MissQ

material, magic and my italian

2007-10-07T23:16:00.000-07:00

(yawn)
nobody should be up this early on a cold rainy Monday morning. But a certain girlie managed to photocopy the wrong tut reading and relied on somebody else and now I need to go and do that all over again. Enough about that.
OMG
I cannot explain the beauty that came my way this weekend. Mum (miss Style Muffin) bought me this top. OMG. I cant stop looking at it and wondering where its been all my life. Its all funky and flowy and gorgeous. Maybe I shouldve bought two. Its just the most stunning thing!! Ooh, and then I got to choose fabric – silk, lace and organza for this evening gown for a ladeedaa wedding.lol. see, the problem is – I feel bad wearing things that cost a lot. Im trying to rationalize this somehow coz its just gonna be amazing and fairytale- like…
Anyway, before I start sounding materialistic, I must say that with two close family weddings coming up, im feeling tingly..in that ‘something good’s gonna happen’ way..coz it seems like family starting to finally pull together…feels great. And I get to invite five people to this wedding in durbs coz its huge lol. See? Tingly excitedness! And then there’s laudium…I could live there. And the wedding’s a good excuse to be glittery and graceful coz we’ll be welcoming the people.woohoo!! hmm…kinda makes me feel like getting married too. Feel like. Feel like. Not want to. I have marriage issues – like, if I get married now and choose the colour theme, in two years, I don’t wanna look back and think ‘damn, those were horrible tones, cant I do it all over again?’ hehe, bet im sounding like a real ditz now. Oh- and there’s that tiny problem of deciding on the right groom ;)
My cards are ready!! Cant believe my first beeg company order…and I friend gave me a brilliant idea last week which could be very fruitful. And while this weekend rocked, I still managed to miss saying goodbye to juju, who went to London by like 3 hours. Not good. I was supposed to run behind the plane in my red sari and say ‘jaao juju, jaao’ and cry my eyes out lol, but I kinda overslept ;) nevermind. There’s always December.
Man. Im freezing and im wearing 3 layers. And I cant stop and now ive adopted a nasty habit of sleeping through sehri. So Q’s shrinking again. Not that I mind. But the headaches aren’t very pleasant. ;) so I was reading an Islamic book…and it said coz your soul is operating at different levels of consciousness and time, your dreams often float between them and that’s how dreams can seem to real, or actually happens later in life. If that’s true, it means a hot Italian guy’s gonna follow me in Spar every Sunday and play monopoly with me.yay!
Im off to unfreeze and save my eyes from the blinding view of a fat chick in low rise jeans sitting in front of me.
Loves an ‘ugs from Lugz
After eid, its my first bunny chow.

amaaaandla free thinkers and prawns

2007-10-03T02:40:00.001-07:00

My baby’s coming home tonight!! YAY ;) after the goodbyes and two nights of separation and my sadness…my computer’s being discharged from ICU!! Idiot virus. Even infected my digital camera. As a friend said to me ‘be careful where you put stick your stick.’ Lol! Ok I cant think. Im sitting in the lan while the SRC elections are going on and this guy on the mike is going crazy saying Amaaaandla as the most inopportune times and he’s just basically driving people crazy coz he only has 2 little girls behind him going ‘amaandla’ in little voices. Poor things think they’re getting paid for this. I keep thinking about ocean basket..and the day dew, jo and I had lunch there. I miss prawns. Amandla prawns!! This chick came up to me from the SRC and said ‘hi, we have Indian people as candidates, so I hope you vote.’ I wanted to turn around and slap her and say ‘oh thanx my little coconut, but what kind of campaigning is that? And im not Indian, im a white that’s just gotten a hectic tan, so tell me, which white can I vote for, since there are only blacks and Indians there, but you’ve just implied I wont vote for a black person?’
That’s what gets me! Assumptions. And that too, on race. And within race stereotypes. Somebody said to me last week ‘oh, you’re friendly for a memon.’ Now I took that as a compliment instead of going at him on a tangent coz he’s basically a good guy. Let me spell this out. Memons are not little demons just waiting around to make a quick buck out of you. And I resent the inclusion, coz if you look closely, we’re quite generous – and while some do only focus on money, I think ive carved an identity for myself that would project something positive. Yet, I get the memon crap. Well you know what, im proud of it – I wouldn’t want to be any other way..so is there a memon I can vote for? Essentially, we all don’t speak the languages from the Indian villages we stem from. Hell, I don’t even know which one I came from, I just heard that there were free air particles, hence our long noses ;) yeah yeah. Lame.whatever. im just saying. Don’t judge.
Amandla free thinkers! Now that I’d vote for. And another thing. Don’t assume im like somebody else coz im their friend. As a ‘prospective’ said to me..’I have three brothers..but you know whats good..we all have different personalities.’ ;) startling. But true. Don’t box me in. I will put myself into an egg box when I feel the need.

Just let things be. Coz if I wanted to, I could unleash a can of whip-ass and that wouldn’t be pretty. (Coz I’d probably be the one crying ;) ) lol. Anyway, I got some orders to complete :D so I’ll be off to buy things. OMG I got the biggest bargain yesterday on white stones for my vases. Amaaandla bargain basket! By the way, my birthday list will be out soon- and if you buy me something from bargain basket or everlasting – I’ll know ;) but seriously though, a day with friends playing charades would be awesome!! Dew acted out ‘serendipity’ the last time lol – now that was hardcore! Amaaandla charades!
My fingers are freezing…maybe its coz of the cold radiating from my heart ;) or so some people think. To juju, whose going to London – I know you’ll rock it. And please try not to look suspicious ;) Nikhat: it’s a Ramadaan miracle that Sheldon our baby turtle has come back to life! ;) and if the internet is mean to you, its just coz its jealous of your hotness ;) Amaaandla science people!

An illicit affair

2007-09-25T02:44:00.000-07:00

I want a spoonful of icecream to stir circles in. Facebook status: Q is having a bowl of faith for sehri. Yeah right. Tasted good for a while till the radio told me I was having an illicit affair with my cellphone. That’s what they call it – a phantom limb. Even if your phone isn’t with you, you feel vibrations coz its like a part of your body. Your brain has to trick itself in to feeling that its still with you. Making excuses for yourself. Yes, I know it wont work, but maybe if I draw it out long enough, it would make things better. And it does. Your phantom limb, living it out in your head and when reality hits, its ‘hey baby, im getting married’ even though you knew he wasn’t yours in the first place. funny. The vibrations in your heart tell you different things. Tell you what you want to hear. And then its on to Kim Possible and turning to your sidekick Ron, who thinks you can take over the world, while keeping your hair perfectly ghd’d. We all need a Ron. And we all need a Doug too. Because essentially, we are all Patti Mayonnaises even if you don’t wanna admit it – nobody wants to be Pepper Anne. Her mother had an illicit affair with steelwool. The kind you wash the pots with. Hence, her hair. Its like that Chinese virus that invaded my computer- you just want to straighten it out violently like an annoying mxit presence. Keep it to yourself, nobody asked how you were. And now that I know, I wont ask. But thanks for the overshare. Feels like Pakistan. All the batsmen are out, but you still think by hitting that last ball at an arb angle, you’re gonna sensationally win the game. Forget it. sharukh showed up. Its all downhill from there. The big gesture. It hardly counts when you’re on the losing team. Or so we found out when mr.smiley turned out to be batting for the other team. Shocking. A little hilarious, but shocking. Coz for as long as we thought we knew him, he rocked like a U2 concert. Scratch that one off the list while Tinkie Winkie happily adds him on his. Say it isn’t so. That im an excited lil Gummy Bear about doing this tut. My shipment has come in. The motivation I ordered in January. And its full of kick for inquisitive people who think they have the right to question me, but get defensive when I need an answer. The countdown to a confrontation…to running away..to mj’s birthday..to eid to Johannesburg sane family. If you’re clockwatching, its 10:45pm says the radio…another few seconds lost in the ultimate countdown to the end. So what does it matter? Make the best out of it and let it rain, there’s always somebody who’ll let you stand under their umbrella ella ella eh ;)
When I said spoonful I meant a ladle.

my 2 cents

2007-09-18T22:48:00.001-07:00

Ooh baby do you know what that’s worth! Ooh heaven is a place on earth!! :D yeah yeah, I don’t care if you cringe ok, its my party and I’ll embarrass myself if I want to. Q needs to get through this morning. I cant function as sehri time, and now its worse. At sehri, I generally get my direction from hitting into things and just keep going til I bash into something else. But now, there are actual people I might topple over on the way to lectures. And im writing this with my eyes half closed so forgive spelling errors. There are two things I need to get off my chest (no O.H- get your mind out of the gutter). Firstly, guys who don’t know their worth. See, approximately 7% of guys are sane. 3% are married, 3% aren’t muslim and then we’re left with the 1% who are good prospects, but think they aren’t good enough. It really annoys me that for most of the decent guys I’ve met, some silly girl has broken their heart/s, and now they’re all depressed and whiny. Im not saying its not hectically crappy that some girls can just mess with a guy and leave him to pick up the pieces of his shattered and barren world etc, but it doesn’t mean that every chic is a liar and will mash up your heart into tiny pieces and scatter grains of your grated soul on it, before putting this platter on the roof and waiting for lightening to strike. I mean, there are good girls out there! Hello? It irks me. One of my friends says he’s depressed and he doesn’t deserve happiness and that’s not gonna change. Coz apparently, he’ll never find a girl..and now he wont believe me either. So I give up on you people. Its your fault you run after those mad girlies who seem all unattainable and full of challenges, and then you look back and realize all the bruises across your chest after they’ve dragged you across the rocks and then your hearts all unprotected and damaged. Kapiche? Listen to Q! wake up! Be a man! Married life with these girlies would be even worse.

Ok.point made. 2nd thing. Don’t freak Q out. its unhealthy coz im very reactionary and freak outable. Do not send me crazy pictures of arb Indian people.ahem. coz I just go silent and I get verrry worried looking at the screen about how to say something appropriate. And I bet you get a kick out of it, but it shocks my nervous system and I get twitchy. And im fasting, so I cant just go calm down with chocolate. But I have pretty candles that mommy bought me to look at ;)
Ooh sparkly ;) ok, im off to another riveting and mind-blowing group meeting. Hopefully, one of the last ones. One more thing, if you feel that you tend to attract weird or psycho ppl, see it as a gift. A gift not many people have. So share it.

i have 8 minutes to write something

2007-09-17T22:41:00.000-07:00

Q is uneasy.
Q has sent you a lily, a bumble bee and a rose for your garden.
Q has invited you to join the group 'what addicted people do when facebook is taken away.'
inspired by nikhat, who is right now in the lab, making clones of lana, who will go around straightening each others' hair with ghd irons and then disperse and burn other people with them.
nikhat is brilliant i tell you. brilliant.
oh and to mj: have a great trip. im gonna miss you like memon ppl miss gold when they arent wearing it.
big hug.
and also, to he who cannot be named...Q's days will be brighter.

signs

2007-09-16T23:01:00.000-07:00

there are signs everywhere..even in bags of cheese and onion chips...

(still havent changed the date on the cam, but it was yesterday:) )

identity

2007-09-12T01:59:00.001-07:00

im a dopericot.
a mix between a donut and an apricot.
what are you?

nothing and everything

2007-09-10T00:21:00.000-07:00

I don’t know how to start this post. Let me first say that I was on bus today..and noticed this Audi in front of us, with the number plate...THE NUMBER PLATE. No, not a personalized one. But one that was personal to me. And the last time I saw it was the last day I saw him. Knees went weak for a while..tried to do my stalking thing and get a glimpse, but it veered off in another direction and I slapped myself back to reality. I mean, do I really wanna see a bastard on a Monday morning? No. do I want to run back and get hurt all over again? No. see, im self-destructive like that. I remember number plates like some kalima. I don’t think before I act sometimes(that can be good at times. But mostly, its bad). And then lil MissQ goes home on the big blue bus feeling bad and looking out the window all tearified. So I said to myself- STOP THE CYCLE WOMAN!! And instead of trying to fling myself in front of the car so that he could run me over and take me to hospital and feel very sorry for hurting me (yeah, too many hindi movies), I walked away. And I thought- what would last night’s caller have to say about this? He would say- eff it and move on, he’s not worth it. Don’t be a loser ;) and for once, he would be right :D
Ok, before the monitors of my blog start calling me and hounding me on mxit about who the person is, you should know this – shut up, im not telling you.
I cant believe Ramadaan is starting like this week. My non-muslim friend asked me ‘when does eid start?’ lol, I wish. But really, I like Ramadaan. Just not too ecstatic about Eid. Not a great time for me. But this year, im gonna make it rock!! Just watch me- im gonna be happy. Even my mxit presence will be happy. Pink Happiness!!! Im just having a problem coping with the fact that im not gonna watch 7de laan for a month. But I’ll be ok. I just have to act out lil scenes in my head and ill be ok. Last ramadaan was not very good. I got very sick and got all corpse-bride looking. Cant say it wasn’t fun to see ppl’s reactions while they tried to find something nice to say like ‘oh, you look..different’ ;)
Only one person had the honesty to say ‘dam girl, you look shit.have a burger.’ Lol, I love that.
I keep seeing graphs in my head. Been doing this powerpoint for too long. Im stressed about this project like you cant believe. Sunday morning at 6:30am, I woke up after a nightmare about the presentation. The place was all opulent with marble and chandeliers and then I did the presentation and got shot down by my tutor. Ouch. And then ppl started laughing. Now that’s worse than dreams where you’re in this formal place and you’re wearing a sleepshirt with no slippers. Seriously, I have to micro-manage these people to the extent of going and buying clothes for em coz I don’t trust them to dress according to the colour scheme. Oh well, practice for being a mom. It dawned on me yesterday, that my kid is going to have to be bathed every day. I mean, its one thing cleaning the fishtank every few weeks, but bathing a baby is an everyday thing! And they’re all delicate and small, and kinda more fragile than fish. You cant really scoop em out with a ladle and chuck them into another vessel. You have to manually clean them. Ok, you had probably thought of this a while ago, while I was busy dreaming up my wedding dress.
Anyway, im off to go find my group members and size them up! Literally. You know, to find out what size shirt they need. Oh and I wish people would stop pushing me around! This morning, I got on the bus all gracefully, and some guy jumps on and practically shoves me into the drivers’ lap. Monday morning surprise? I don’t think so. And now, I was waiting in line and this beeeg guy just pushes past me. Baskets! I might be small ok, but im not invisible! Look after the little people. We have feelings too.

my house doesnt bite

2007-09-07T00:59:00.000-07:00

see, i know im not the most coherent and responsive mxit user these days...and i dont feel like going out will make me feel any more excited. lest just say recent events have taught me that you dont have to have a rocking social life and party hard just to be all happy and happening. sometimes its best to just stay at home and be content. as my lovely friend Aamena says, 'my house doesnt bite' ;) how true is that! its not being antisocial, but your little housie doesnt embarrass you or dish out bitchy comments...and you can walk around in those beeg white fluffy slippers and eat icecream all day :D wait..is MissQ finally growing up? hmm, maybe...but its the best thing in the world just being happy for the small things- and im not saying become a hermit, just dont search for happiness when you're right under it's roof...

2007-09-04T23:50:00.000-07:00

MissQ's ideal job ;)

in shit street without a paddle

2007-09-02T22:38:00.000-07:00

I warn you. This isn’t going to be pretty. Or happy. Or girly. And if you get offended by this, so be it. I’m so sick of pushy people imposing their opinions on me…and im sick of people who babble on and on with no point. And im sick of males who think they can call me ‘sweety’ after one phonecall coz their dam ego’s compensate for their lack of brain capacity.

So I go to this comedy festival right. I wasn’t in the best mood. I never really am when im surrounded by a bunch of stiff, pretentious muslim people. Then there was mj. If he wasn’t there, im sure I would’ve pulled someone’s hair out strand by strand. So after the comedy, this chick from my class- well, she’s not there anymore, comes to say hi. This is the girl, who said to me before she had the baby, ‘oh, you must come home to see the baby…and bring all your notes for me too.’ The chick who used me, who lied and found a way to do nothing for her group project because…she stole it from last year’s group. And no, I cant do anything about it- coz I’d look like a sore loser and nobody has the balls to confront the lecturer about it with me. So she’s all hi and glitterified, looking condescendingly at me and mum..and says ‘oh, I didn’t expect you to come here.’ Now wtf is that supposed to mean? I brushed it off, but now im thinking..i shouldve asked her why. I get this a lot. People think im some kinda nerd or holy cow and that I don’t have a life coz im not wild and all gaga over guys and throwing myself at them all the time.
Then, this guy..im supposed to be doing business with him. he phones me..says his name twice to me like im supposed to have a flipping orgasm coz he actually is phoning me. so he’s kinda well-known, its not like I haven’t had my share of that. And I got pushed into this deal. Even though I have a bad feeling about it. now the idiot is trying to make me get all wow about him, throwing it in my face that the muslim community adores him etc. then he calls me sweety. Fart. And he’s all ‘I cant stop thinking about you, lets be famous together.’It just grossed me out. And I knew he’s a perv, but I have enough on my plate and im not gonna put up with his crap just coz I could make money.
Another thing. Girls. Whatever happened to shyness? There are some things you don’t say in front of a guy..there’s an etiquette to being in society. Be a lady for goodness sake! and dont get touchy with every guy you think is cool. Draw the line. Be demure- there’s something called elegance.
And there’s something called herpes.
No, really. This professional guy walked into the pharmacy with oral herpes coz he drank coke from his friend’s glass just on one occasion. Im just saying. Don’t drink around. Respect yourself a lil bit.
Also. The kitchen’s almost done. And all my damn spare time has been taken up by grinding my teeth alone at home with three workmen running around, when I could be sleeping or doing this essay ive been putting off forever. My neighbour happens to waltz in under the pretence of checking up on me. she’s the fanatical Islamic, jealous type who left her husband rolling on the floor in pain and told him it’ll blow over. Yeah, those kidney stones took a while to blow over.
Anyway, she has a habit of lying to get donations for charity work, or using sawaab as an incentive for people to do things for her. Now, when she saw the granite, she went ballistic telling mum its too expensive. then, she walks in and says the cupboards should go right up to the ceiling. Mum says, ‘no, I like it this way,’ she says,’ oh well..theres nothing you can do about it now.’ She tells me that tiles need to cover the bottom of the cupboard. I wanted to ask her..’who the fuck tiles their cupboards?’ but I just smiled and hoped the dagger reached her. You know, its our business. Not hers. If you don’t like it, shut the hell up. Its black, white and sliver. Just ideal for mum and I. Apparently, she thinks woodgrain is all modern. Don’t you ever wish you could just say what you wanted to right there and then – just tell them something witty yet piercing that could sum up everything you were feeling at the time. I think I’ve done that only 3 times so far.. Ok, Im starting to sound like ive been watching You’ve Got Mail too many times.
One more thing. If you’re my friend, at least try and pretend you have an interest in my work. And make time to at least read my story. Don’t tell me you don’t have the time or you’ll read it this weekend and lie to me that im a priority after I painstakingly wrote it and sent it to a select few, anticipating an iota of enthusiasm from you. Just tell me you don’t want it. I wont burden you with it again.

the princess..

2007-08-30T23:31:00.000-07:00

i miss her...and i miss that she was good and beautiful..and represented something pure in this tainted world.

and i miss the good people in my family that passed on last year. my grand-uncle. at my book launch, he hugged me. you know how you get those people that just give genuine hugs. the ones that just envelope you and cushion you from the rest of the world. im lucky my grand-aunt's still around, she gives those hugs too. she misses him. i see her living alone, still as well-dressed and smiling as she always was. but theres that glimmer of sadness that creeps in ever so often. i could only dream of a love like that. he doted on her, they travelled the world, and every wednesday afternoon was lunch at the royal. before he died, he bought a flat for her at the beach so that she could always see the sea and wouldnt have to travel around too much to go shopping. the funeral. i couldnt find the words...

i dont cry at funerals. i detach myslef pretty well enough to do the mechanical things.

i kept thinking, what if you dont talk to somebdy you love for a while coz you have grudges, or there's just no point in talking...what if someday its too late? too late to say 'im sorry i wasted that much time' and was just too stubborn?

non-communicative heart failure

2007-08-28T23:16:00.000-07:00

Bloggie, how do I apologize for abandoning you for so long and leaving you to the clutches of certain vile chatbox tenants ;) nevermind, after a quick anti-fungal rinse, you’ll be back to your pure, green state of bliss. The ‘spring giddiness’ was meant to leave a feeling of innocent childish joy, but it seems these bloggers would prefer to defile you. But what can we do…cuteness comes with a price.
This week has seen the breakdown of my social life and well, breakdowns in general. There was the end of last week’s mini-heart attack when I penned this last post for bloggie, but didn’t get to post on the day.

Morbid yet undrama-queen like post…the week moved on to my break up with technology, which saw me banging the computer (not in the way certain bloggers with innuendos will understand)…and then, yesterday saw the potential break up of communication between missQ and the group project members. Now, I knew it would come…the bitchiness. See, its incomprehensible to me, that after I go and do practically the whole thing, the person typing it would mess it up. But they proved me wrong, and messed it up!!! So I got saddled with the bulk of the thing and there I am trying to explain simple concepts to them, but they seem to have the attention span of fruit flies!!!! In any case, im just pulling my weight coz I have to get this subject over with with a rocking mark. Make dua for me…that I don’t start throwing things…or throw myself off the balcony. Coz that would really be a tragedy, coz I still haven’t worn my stripey top yet.

The weekend was a blast though!!! For you, my dear bloggie, I have documented memorable conversations from the week that was:

Lecturer: any questions?
Student (quiet girl): umm..how long should the report be?
Lecturer: maybe if you unwangled that g-string in your head, you’d remember what I told you ;)

Nazeer(mxit): what you up to?
Q: watching dirty ppl on an island.
N: survivor?
Q: yeah
N: ewness.

Girl: hehe, (flirting) you have bad writing
Boy: well you have a bad face.
Ouch! I was there when that happened. Not cool.

Watching smallville with Nikhat on mxit.
Q: lanabitch is on.
N: hey you got the car?
Q: yeah! Lets drive to smallville!
N: n run lana over!!!
Q: and slap her around a bit.
N: only a bit?
Q: ok we beat her up k?
N: and tie her up and volumise her hair ;) hey, you think lex waxes his head?

And just when your eyes were getting tired of the green and you thought I’d babbled on enough…here comes another paragraph ;) small hands boy..apparently he makes up for that with a huge ego. Besides, he wore something extremely un-co-ordinated yesterday, which just irked me!! why don’t guys dress properly? MATCH YOUR THINGS FOR GOD’S SAKE!!!! please. Do it for Q. and dress up sometimes, act like you have some style. And don’t wear white shoes!! EVER! Well. Except if you have that Robbie Williams thing going and you tend to look nonchalantly at desperate groupies screaming “Hey watsup?howyoudoing?please lemme be your friend!!” and respond with a sleepy nod that implies some priceless miniscule iota of recognition. Or you say ‘sup.’ See, this is why I blog- to keep rules alive! And also, to fill the void my friends left me with after they left me in a bundle in a box on the doorstep of MTB coz they thought I’d have a better life getting a degree. Dammit. Im starting to enjoy this blog thing again. I decided to delete the thing coz I don’t see the point of this anymore coz you cant write what you really want to and end up writing for an audience, but I made friends here. Damn you! ;)
Oh well, im off to bunk a lecture and get some work done. Im nerdy like that. Thus, my hypothesis states that wrong things can be done for the right reasons. Which,I might add, does not apply to all situations, such as stealing babies coz they’re cute, but does apply to killing mosquitoes to ensure missQ’s healthy life free of allergies to the wicked creatures.

The twilight zone

2007-08-28T23:14:00.000-07:00

I see it.
I stumble upon it unexpectedly. I think stumbled conveys the absence of expectance. I stare; I look again, to see if what im reading is real. I pray it isn’t. I think this is too cruel for God to put me through. I keep going back to it…maybe there was something I missed. There’s a movement within me, a laboured heartbeat. Q always knows what to do..what to say, but not about this. I beg her to blink, to come up with some quick-witted comment. Nothing. I leave. I search for a friend. I smile. I tell her what I saw. I try not to cry. And I don’t. Its in my head, on the edge of the table, I carry it around in my bag and I cant empty it out like that Senokot lady in the advert. The group meeting starts, I fumble around remembering what it is I needed from them. I forget something, then repeat it twice. I feel like im losing my mind. Somebody laughs, like its unreal fro me to have an inefficient day. I apologize and bring my mind back to where it should be. Fingertips freezing, tummy floating…mind racing, this is not me. I float to the j.k an hour too early for Jumma. I pray for something impossible. I leave. I wish for a friend on the way in case I forget which step comes next. Nothing. Just the wind providing enough resistance to force myself forward. I sit on the 2nd seat of the bus. On the right. The usual place. I get home. I sleep. I wake up…and feel better. Its nothing I cant deal with. It just caught me off-guard. The phone rings. Mum picks up. It was for me. She tells me. They liked my idea…that this opportunity has come my way. I see a glimmer of light, that could turn into a blinding streak of brilliance. My friend calls the next day, I realize that im not alone. I laugh, im the Q im supposed to be. It dawns on me at 1am. Its up to me. To take the reigns…and be the architect of my circumstances. To choose what affects me. To stop being the victim. To let go.

Spring Giddiness

2007-08-23T22:38:00.000-07:00

today, like every other day,

we wake up empty

and frightened. Dont open the

door to the study

and begin reading. take down

a musical instrument.

let the beauty we love be

what we do.

there are hundreds of ways to

kneel and kiss the ground.

the breeze at dawn has

secrets to tell you

dont go back to sleep.

you must ask for what you

really want.

dont go back to sleep.

people are going back and forth

across the doorsill

where the two worlds touch.

the door is round and open.

dont go back to sleep.

i would love to kiss you.

the price of kissing is your life.

now my loving is running

toward my life shouting,

what a bargain, lets buy it.

daylight, full of small dancing

particles

and the one great turning, our

souls

are dancing with you, without

feet, they dance.

can you see them when i

whisper in your ear?

all day and night, music,

a quiet, bright

reedsong. if it

fades, we fade.

-Rumi

blah

2007-08-22T00:38:00.000-07:00

i cant write what i want to here!

Banging frogs: a lab experiment

2007-08-20T00:10:00.000-07:00

One bright sunny day (yes, that’s redundant, but its my blogg!!)in the UKZN chemistry lab, Organ Harvester and MJ were putting their skills to the test, to pass a practical to impress their demi in a white lab coat and hi heels, Niki (nikhat had to feature in this one)…the experiment would be tedious yet enlightening, as banging frogs was the one thing they had promised each other: fade out to two weeks before..
Mj: dude, lets do something wild for my birthday!!
OH: yeah!! Wow, lets bungee ;)
Mj: no, lets spank bad monkeys…
OH: what? No, that just sounds wrong, its overated. But maybe that’s just me.
Mj: its just you.
OH: oh. Ok. Well, lets bang frogs too.

So the experiment began today…as they donned their darth vader masks and held out their lightsabres (scalpels) in slow motion…just as they motioned towards the frogs to stun them, Joe, Dew and Qdee breezed in (hair all floaty in the breeze like Shirley from Hair Sensation worked her magic).
Jo, Dew and Qd (in unison) :Hi boys *giggle* ;)
Mj to OH: eff it, lets leave the frogs.
OH: we cant!! They’ve been prepared for us...you know, we need to harvest the organs. (looking to the light) for my plan..to infiltrate my name into all organs in the world!! Then I shall be King harvester!! (cue music)
Qd: what’s up with that guy?
Jo: I dunno, but hey, you got any cow organs? Im decorating my room.
Dew: there should be some here..ooh, sand!!
Mj: where’s my monkey??
Qd: Waseem borrowed it for the night…

Meanwhile, OH was getting impatient, “lets bang the damn frogs already!”
Mj: if you insist. Here take one..
OH: yeugh.dude. its gross. It better be worth it.
Jo(thinking): awww the froggies…I like green.its a wholesome colour. Hmm. Green would look so good on Robbie Williams…
Dew (thinking): I bet I could make great keyrings with those eyeballs. OMG! This is just like Grey’s anatomy!!
Qd (thinking): I haven’t been on mxit for 7 whole minutes..ppl better have left me offline msgs. Damn this labcoat looks good on me. Juju needs to see this.

Soon, Niki waltzed in, looking curiously at the girls… ‘What are these biatches doing here?’
Mj: ignore them.
OH: pass the frog.
‘Now,’ Niki instructed, ‘you will pick one of them teeny weeny frogs..like this…and in a nanosecond, bang em on the table!’
OH: cool, no foreplay.
Mj: yeah, unconscious subjects rock! But dont they light up? i like things that light up.
Mj and OH tried what Niki had told them…but Mj’s frog refused to be banged unconscious.
Mj: dude, this one’s like rubber
OH: you’re banging wrong.
Mj: no, I have massive hands! They can do no wrong!
Qd, Joe and Dew: oooh, lets see!!

By this time, OH had injected the King harvester brainwashing solution into his frog after banging, asphyxiating and dissecting his frog. Waseem suddenly barged in, ‘take your monkey back mj! It just eat spicy pasta all day!’
At the mention of spicy pasta, Mj let go of his frog. In an instant, the monkey ran after the dazed frog, breaking bottles filled with chemicals…suddenly a fatal fart (we wont say who from) ignited the chemicals and set the lab on fire!!

Dew: wait! Don’t take out your cellphones!!the radiation combined with the fumes will kill us!! Drink water.
Qd: noooo!! I have to check my offline messages!!
Jo: save the froggies!! (she’s very summarative like that)
Waseem: you know…I saw a movie like this once…
OH: put all the organs in my cooler box… next to the human heart!!
Nikki: my lab coat’s on fire!!
OH: Quick!take it off!
Mj: wow, this is a good birthday. The whole place lit up ;)

unlocking the secret

2007-08-16T22:58:00.000-07:00

Good friend Avani and I have uncovered the secret to the perpetuation of capitalism, the one thing that led to our slavery to the economy and the simplest, most passive method of conditioning that moulded us into cardboard beings – the bob. Admit it- you had one too!! ;)

I remember going under the sharp shimmer of silver blades every few months, horror of all horrors, I was boxed in, sides and fringe – conditioned to be symmetrical. Well, most of the time. There was that one time mum cut my fringe too short and society threatened to disown me. The bob. I watch my 4 little cousins growing up- all looking like me- all with bobs. All conditioned to the sides and the fringe, laughing at other little ones trying to break the mould with their pineapple pony’s reaching heavenward like spiky rebels. Oh and then there’s the two ponytails…pigtails! Yeah, I had those too…capitalism tied up on either side, ears exposed to the words of capitalism singed into them by our teachers. Of course, I had to go the extra mile and wear my scarf over my pony’s so I ended up looking like a toothless mouse receiving triangular laser signals from Nebula.

And there was the bowl haircut…shove a bowl over the head and trim around the edges with fast snips of the scissors. Now I never had the joy of that experience, but certain people seem to have found that joy – and never left it.

The bob. The monosyllabled sister of the free world, the imprisonment of radical thoughts – and the cutest thing on a kid you have ever seen! But we’ve moved on…to the hair iron. The GHD, seen as the saviour of all bad hair days, possibly the most magical yet functional invention of our time. It can turn gloomy days sunny, wipe the frizz out of life, grant you endless hair-swishing in the wind, allowing you the power to swish a guy unconscious and have him smitten at the pin-straightness of your tresses. Ugh. Smitten. I hate that word. I don’t know why. But it fit there. This is capitalisms triumph over the majority of the world. It’s why Muslim women aren’t allowed to cover their heads, because capitalism needs to ensure everyone is under its spell in the economically prosperous countries. Therefore, it’s hard to resist the GHD. It speaks the language of all females; it has the power to fulfill dreams, the power to grant confidence! And of course, the power to unconsciously turn ourselves into clones through practically burning our hair off (that burning smell and the steam is your hair frying and no amount of protection’s gonna stop it frying. It just makes it sizzle.). This, the Genetic Hallucinogenic Duplication device is the perpetuation of the bob’s mission – to take over the world! (the pinky…pinky and the brain brain brain…) enough!! This is why we cannot accept bad hair days – because we have grown up thinking that good, straight hair is normal. It’s why we feel physically sick on bad hair days, because capitalism is comfortable and safe – it’s the bob box, the nice straight parallel lines that have conditioned us into what’s right. This is why we hate strong wind- it threatens the lines!! Yes, that includes flatulence. That’s why its taboo. So I urge you...go on…do something funky with your hair. Let it travel off in another direction from your head ;) embrace the curl that doesn’t fit in with the rest! Go give a kid an asymmetrical haircut! Set the locks free!! Unlock the locks ;)

i saw the palm pilot and crashed

2007-08-15T03:41:00.000-07:00

hmm..third post in one day- i know what you're thinking, 'this girls psycho,' but you ppl enable me ok!! with all your loveliness and joy that you bring to my life, i keep coming back ;) im a little freaked. i just met the cutest boy. Boy- he looked like one, but then, i look small, so i didnt see anything wrong in saying hi when we were introduced. omg. did i mention how cute he was?? anyway, so we were all chatting and i realised he was really brainy and had this smile to die for, until...my friend noticed his hands and we soon realised this boy had smaller hands than me!! and her!! how can that happen (no, i didnt let him see my hands just so i could touch him) but that was so freaky!!he was ripped though. i think he shouldve been worried. i cant like someone who has smaller hands than me!! and mine are tiny..and his were...soft. but tinier!!i thought i was deep, but i guess size matters.

2007-08-15T00:42:00.000-07:00

i promise.thats the last time im posting that poem. i just...had to. i couldnt just let this day go bye even though every year the numbness makes it better.

yesterday's murder... (in memory of..me)

2007-08-15T00:30:00.000-07:00

Gashing at my flesh
As fresh as yesterday’s murder,
Notes surge through frozen indigo veins
Bringing blue lips to life once again.

Why did you bring me here again?
‘to recompose the decomposed,’ my dear.
Barely brushing the autumn leaves,
I linger in memories swirling yellows and pinks…
Dancing along the trail of bloody warmth.

Echoing through an eerie midnight,
Shadows laugh…and silence my screams…
Darkened spirits await me in their
Leafy slumber
Gnawing at my wedding dress

You take my brittle hand and walk me down
The aisle of death you laid out for me
A thousand times before
Tonight’s murder is just the same --
A kiss in the August breeze

Until tomorrow, the axe strikes twice,
‘you have to get rid of those stains,’ my dear
I sink into the shallow grave
You dig up ever so often and
Smile beneath your precious feet.

drawing the line...

2007-08-12T23:35:00.000-07:00

I had a fat weekend. One of those unproductive couch potato weekends, where the world beyond your window doesn’t exist and your home, the caboodle of comfort just feels right. Caboodle. I like that word. And ricochet! Anyway, I trust you gobbled up the AR Rahman feast on Eastern Mosaic. It was yummy!! You have to catch the repeat. Yeah yeah, I never thought I’d be campaigning for the Vagaar, but it rocked! The picturisation on those songs were brilliant…swept me away.

My love for Smallville was reignited this weekend :D poor lovely Chloe got hit on the head and left on the road and Clark was like ‘shut up and tell me if Lana’s ok.’ Idiot. Lol, sorry, Im not a Lana fan. I wanna shake her and curl her hair or something. Im intrigued by Lex though. Something that swept me away in a bad way was prospective proposal from a weird place. Well, not place, just that I didnt expect I was being examined by a neighbor every time I went to visit my aunt. I always end up in these strange situations, where the mom might be cool, but the boy is whacked (as in this case), or the other way around. Or! I fall for the married boy ;) isn’t it human nature to want what you can’t have, or the one thing that’s really gonna mess you up. Then you hear crap like ‘you hurt the ones you love the most’ or god forbid, you end up talking crazy like that!

But im MissQ...the psycho magnet. Really, I should be employed by the government to sift out all of em from society and ship them off for treatment. Hmm, you think I’d get sawaab for such a humanitarian cause? Speaking of humanitarian causes and the plateau of deep thought that lugs along with it, I was watching 7th heaven (cringe as much as you want, I still think the lil baba’s are too cute!!) and the dad said that ‘women are crucial to religion, but religion isn’t always good to women. We can change that.’ Now, I donno whether they’ve discovered Islam, but I think it’s the people that ritualize religion, those who make it difficult for women to overcome there perceptions of the way things should be, that make it seem like religion’s to blame. I mean, we complain about uncouth people and the way the country’s going, but aren’t we leading the pack? We perpetuate hypocrisy and act Muslim, but we carry on doing nonsense, Muslim bosses haven’t gained their reputations by doing nothing – and at the end of the day, ‘outsiders’ aren’t stupid. They see right through us. Maybe not all of ‘us’ but people like that blacken the reputation of the whole.

I don’t know. Maybe im making too much out of an arb statement, but I just feel like flushing out the crap ;) hmm, oprah should do a show on that- with that Dr.Oz who looks like his mom scrubbed him clean and put ‘one nice side path an all.’ ;) Seriously, why does everything have to be so entangled in these annoying cords we end up strangling ourselves with? It’s a labyrinth of unnecessary confusion, some kind of self-inflicted maze where we end up losing ourselves and finding things that waste our time here and stunt our progress. Choices can either cripple or enhance a person’s quality of life, or rather- quality of being. Its annoying when people cant decide. There’s the daily confusion over what to wear (I’ll admit to those dilemmas), but when it comes to red or blue, friendship or love, black tea or white, it should be downright simple. So things are complicated? Please. People are dying in wars, you don’t know if you’ll wake up tomorrow and all this time you’re wasting is causing somebody else palpitations. Draw the line, erase it, whatever…just make a choice.

appy appy 60th ;)

2007-08-10T00:23:00.000-07:00

woohoo!! happy 60th post to me :) dont i get like an honourary degree or something? or a chocolate?

im so hungry right now. did i mention how much i love offline messages? in fact, let this 60th, most precious post be about offline messages. a blog is like an entire offline message. i love offline messages. as much as i hate mxit's one true mission to flatten our braincells and allow boring, or over-enthusiastic ppl into our lives, creating bulging blood vessels and thumb-aches, offline messages seem to erase all resentment and make you smile at odd hours of the morning..that some arb thought came into someone's head and landed under your name coz you're special and you'd understand any amount of psychosis :) sweet :)

NOW GO LEAVE ME AN OFFLINE MESSAGE!!

im sleepy too. sleepy and hungry. and i have this research lecture in a bit...ooh, im wearing my new jordanian cloak today. that's basically why im here.oh and i had to hand in a tutorial...i think im gonna get a weird response for the tut. we had to make up a company with some problems, so i made up an icecream company that makes proudly south african flavours but there's lotsa absenteeism...got a bit carried away though- i kinda named some flavours.weird names.i cant type them now- you'll think i've lost it and never visit me again. omg!! did you see? they fired the deputy minister of health! just like that! smacks of hypocrisy...the deputy president's still around.hell, even 'mushroom msimang' is still around and this one gets sacked! like a hot potato! really, its so obvious they were lookng for a reason to get her out. what's democracy if you get fired if you dont agree with governemnt and actually talk sense? oh well. elitist idiots conquer again. street names, affirmative action, and we're headed somewhere good? im leaving before it gets worse.

as for oprah, whats with the whole 'i went and saved Africa from illiteracy' thing she has going? she showed footage of monkeys trying to get into the room and the audience was in stitches, thinking we have animals roaming around. hmm...maybe mj getting a monkey isnt that far fetched hey. and these little oprah's are like so thrilled to be in that school...she placed it in the middle of nowhere, acting like she's some saviour. she shouldve taken a walk around durban, and cleaned up the streets ;) or gone to sandton and videod it and shown ppl South Africa isnt some jungle and that we wear clothes and use computers. and where were the white people all hiding? it looked like we dont have any on the continent.

thats all that my brain can muster for now...oh and have a wonderful night, and may all your duass be accepted, inshallah aameen. remember q if you can :) and forgive me if i was mean to you. mwah.

karma's kick

2007-08-08T02:57:00.001-07:00

i knew it! i knew yesterday was too good to be true and that karma would give a kick today! i hate wednesdays. i have lectures for 3 hours in the afternoon in a smelly lecture room with no hot ppl to distract me! MissQ is always punctual or very early, but today, i decided to take the 10am bus here. see, i take two buses to campus,and nobody had taken the time to let me know there was a march in town, so i got stuck when i reached there. i stood there, waiting for the god damn bus, and when it finally arrived, the protesters went wild and stormed onto the road andt the driver didnt see me and so i missed it. i waited there for another half hour and i guess i should be grateful im here. one hour at a bus stop in the middle of town is bad enough, but the possiblity of getting mauled by a group of uncooth people adds a whole lot of crazy to the situation. i couldnt turn back - i'd miss lectures, i couldnt call someone to fetch me-and MissQ just want to sit cross-legged in the middle of the road and cry.

and all these things were running through my head, like legal studies nonsense i did in first year about how you have the right to strike and protest as long as it doesnt infringe on other ppl's rights and then i got angry and i felt like just going back home. and i was scared.

im beginning to hate this place. i cant go anywhere without being scared, i cnt even talk to somebody without worrying of some crazy rumour will do the rounds and i cant seem to get some validation for trying to keep the peace. and no, this is not me feeling sorry for myself, but why the hell should i have to be so dam invisible? you either see nobody or you see the girl next to me. yeah yeah, i should be grateful i shouldnt have to take 3 buses i should be grateful that mum and i are doing well, i should be grateful im doing ok on campus. i should be bloody thrilled right. should i be thrilled that i have a void in my life? that i didnt ask to grow up having to be independent all the time, that i didnt ask for this kind of life where ppl constantly ask questions and when they hear you had a psycho for a father, you get that 'shame, you come from a dysfunctional family' look. god. you think it wouldv gotten better by now. dont tell me that someday it'll all be better coz it was good for a while and now its not anymore. so whats new...ppl give up on me when they dont understand. they take a step back and would rather believe what they want to and see what they want to see. its like today- i ended up getting the bus, but there's no trace that i was even there.

why this day already rocks!!

2007-08-06T23:22:00.000-07:00

1. MissQ is wearing blinding yellow zip up jersey :) if the sun doesnt shine, i will!

2. im missing my first lecture right now ;)

3. i saw an old friend this morning.

4. good hair day, even though i got blasted by the wind.

5. i caught a glimpse of an ex-crush looking like shit :)

6. Darren hayes 'so beautiful' stuck in my head :)

7. i go home at 9:30am!!!!

MissQ's tumourous day

2007-08-02T22:58:00.000-07:00

Need i say more?

yesterday was one messed up day...for starters, i nearly fell down all the MTB stairs. if you dont know what that looks like, its like those stairs Rocky ran up, except with all weird ppl sitting on the sides, watching you run up or down them like some human mini cooper on steroids. well, yesterday i was a jalopie, running out of class, racing down the stairs to get the bus coz i was trying to get home in time for the tiler. and then...

my phone rang..and i reached into my bag and misjudged the width of the stairs and i slipped ;( MissQ of course, regained her composure in 3.2 seconds) and carried on as if nothing happened while her heart was pounding and ankle was positively screaming..

then mum phones. apparently, i rushed for nothing coz this tiler wasnt pitching up. and then, i reach home and i get bolted out of my skin by lil static electric shocks (but im ok with that). i decided to take a nap, but the neighbour came and the pistachios i've been looking forward to for a week turned out to be tasteless. and then, mj gave me some crap news. he warned me though, but he had to tell me, coz i'd probably find out in the long run...at that point i remembered the stairs and stopped myself short of jumping off the balcony. but no, it got better...mum wasnt in the greatest mood and i got run over by the things i had forgotten to do.

anyway, i slept with the fan on and i woke up this morning with a nose bleed and endless sneezing.

im lil ok though...Mj and Nikhat had me in stitches and im sure i've convinced Nazeer im from some spark-weilding planet while i was trying to explain to him how all the static at night managed to produce sparks in my hair and shock myself. Lol, Mj has branded a certain toxic person in my life 'tumour', hence:

1. Tumour, or not tumour? that is the question..

2. the tumour wears prada ;) love that one!

3. Tumour namaste

4. Harry Potter and the deathly tumour

5. Tumour se aiyi, yu muskuraaye..sumthin sumthin...kuch kuch hota hai!

6. Teenage Mutant Ninja Tumours

Nikhat's collection:

1. How to lose a tumour in ten days

2. star wars: the tumour strikes back

3. Ten things i hate about tumours

4. Tumour of the Carribean

5. Tumour barabar tumour

6. Harry Potter and the philosopher's tumour.

7. The Young and the Tumourless ;)

8. The bold and the Tumourful

9. Hum Tumour

lol, there were more, but i cant remember now...but it made me smile :) and made the day brighter! i have a few:

1. salaam-e-tumour

2. Big tumour's house

3. Tararumtumour

4. Mistress of Tumours

5. What tumours really want ;)

umm, the lan man is standing behind me and i hope to God he's not reading this nonsense....

anyway, i promised you a glimpse into Nikhat's and my world of stalking...we have developed a state of the art method for girls to show guys how much they care..

after establishing verbal communication via knocking on his door and saying..'i think you have my mail (male),' you have established that you are now in a long term relationship.

thereafter, you find a creative way of getting into his flat (some ppl call this B and E - breaking and entering, for us its Being Endearing). He'll think this is cute. He's a busy person, and will appreciate your gesture of finding time to get to know him this way.

Once you're in his room, write in red lipstick on the mirror 'Im not leaving you,' this will ensure he is not insecure in your relationship - and the lipstick will remind him of you :)

also, run a hot shower for him before he gets home and write 'see how easy it is for me to get in' in the steam on the mirror in the bathroom. he will think you're cute once again because this is a little note to him that will remind him of you everytime he walks into the bathroom. There's no need to write your name...he'll know its you.

He must be hungry after work, so leave a chocolate cake with a big knife in it on the bed, and leave before he gets home. he'll know its from you.again. this keeps the relationship exciting as your gesture is sweet and also thoughtful, becasue he doesnt have to run to the kitchen to get a knife.

make a copy of his house keys. By now, he's probably been meaning to give you a copy because of the wonderful way things are progressing, but he's so busy that you'll have to help him out and make one for yourself. He probably misses you at work too, so put a loving message up as his screensaver...like 'im with you in spirit' and wait outside his office and take pictures of his reaction because it'll be a lovely moment he wont forget.

Find ways to spend quality time with each other. make room for yourself at the back of his car before he goes to work in the mornings and while he's at a busy intersection, pop up behind him and smile :) this will take the stress away from driving :)

ok...enough for today :) jumma mubarak :)

2007-08-01T23:24:00.000-07:00

'Distance lends enchanment to the view'

u think?

2007-08-01T02:41:00.000-07:00

Q is hurt...by senseless person who doesnt give a damn. She has taken the blame though it wasnt her fault, tried to be above it all, smiled when she should screamed... and walked away, only to come back and take more crap.
This is it. i wont take the blame for your daft friends or whoever you think wants the best for you. I hate that you dont care and your silly lil 'how are yous' are just to keep me thinking you're my friend. I dont care anymore. i wish i couldnt.
i will never be good enough somehow. I wont stick around and wait for you to see me like the idiotic lil girl you think i am. all you care about is yourself. thats all you'll ever think about. some fool i've been...worrying about you. well you know what- it doesnt mean anything. it never did.

one for the record books

2007-08-01T00:42:00.000-07:00

In the midst of all the sawdust and tangled wires in the flat, neighbour knocks on the door last night. she's loud, sincere, hilarious and compassionate - she hasnt been to our place before. i see her in the lift often, with 3 adorable kids and an equally hilarious husband who laughs at her domineering ways and insists his place is the penthouse even though there are 4 floors above him...anyway, the wife came home last night and chatted and chatted...turned out to ne one of the most open people i've met in a while. this is one love story i wont forget.

'there's nothing such as love' she laughs, 'but my story is one for the record books.'

she tells me her husband used to be Roman-Catholic...he used to fix the computers at her workplace and constantly talk to the girl next to her. she didnt really care, but she didnt realise he had been trying to get her attention the whole time. after months, she finally agreed to get a lift from him to Davenport Centre for her lunchbreak..he takes a turn away from the centre and takes her to a place that overlooks the whole of Durban.

she asks: why'd you bring me here?

he says: i'd like to talk to you. can you close your eyes?

she says: why?

he says: no, there's something on your eyelash.

she closes her eyes and he kisses her.

'What'd you do that for?!' she screams.

he says, 'Why? didnt you like it?' (lol!!!)

He converted to Islam, they've had to go through hell because he's also Coloured. They've had to run away from home, make do with one gas stove, newspaper for curtain, a blanket nd a pillow...and yet, they've been together now for 19 years. amazing. the poor guy still wont go shopping with her - he insists she's crazy and too confrontational that it makes him blush, and she thinks that day he kissed her was probably the only time in his life he's confronted somebody...but they're just so loving. They've succeeded in life. and they joke all the time, they're genuine people. nothing is too out of their way.

its just sad that we've become so cynical of life, so indifferent...i woke up this morning angry.August isnt a good month for me. I drifted into sleep thinking about the thing i cannot change, the people who have interfered...wondering when next i would crumble. I'll try not to.

its important to live for the moment - the guy fixing your computer could be the guy you' d give everything up for ;)

for my friend who isnt feeling like smiling: i wish that happiness finds you. and while i doubt anything i say or do can come close to makng it all better, and i dont see you often, know that im here for you.

to mr. scone: you think you're a scone, but if you looked in the mirror, you'd see a brilliantly made croissant ;) i miss you immensely every single day.

i should be on my way...the stinky classroom with the stinky people is what awaits me today. lol, when i walked in on Monday, students were literally standing on the desks because a huge cat (which im sure was possessed) kept body-slamming itself against the walls! it was crazy! poor thing was as freaked out as we were.

i've officially been labelled 'Miss Succint Crypto-poetess' by Slugmail ;) this entry doesnt do much for that title though. sorry, im lazy to use the metaphors dancing around my head. i need to write at night. tata my lovelies...

mum remembered melrose!

2007-07-29T23:40:00.000-07:00

dam..i cant find pic of melrose cheese wedges :(
first day of campus today and mum remembered melrose! after like 7years of separation, melrose cheese and i have been reunited...it was a heavenly moment in Spar...the moment i made eye contact with the happiness in a circular container that had been missing all these years...and the words 'i have finally found my happiness' reverberated through the flat as i opened it ;) yeah yeah, sounds like utter bullshit to you, but i cant explain the effect melrose cheese has on me. Yesterdays paper said they're making a mehr coin for muslim brides that has the same value of a kruger rand and has the Ka'bah imprinted on it - sounds great, except my groom needs to have one made for me out of melrose cheese wedges ;) yeah baby!
when i was lil, my morning snack used to be a glass of milk, nuts and raisins...and melrose cheese wedges (which i aptly called 'cheesy with the moo') hehe..i think it was about the cow on the cover, Jo can relate ;)

dum da dum...i a bit bored already...sitting next to a very confused first year trying to figure out her courses. poor dingetjie. omg! 7de laan! how can Bart be dying?? thats so sad!! he so sweet and all sensitive and lovely :( dampened the last week of holiday...well, except till the granite came ;)
im in a mood. like, i wanna have a party on grass, like a braai or something - just outdoors! i saw these kids having a cute party in the park behind my house and it was soo cute! so i told mum : 'i wanna have a party too!'
mum: 'yeah, we could have family and friends braai for your birthday!'
Q: wow, that could be awesome! can we separate the mad friends and family and put em on the other side? ooh and then we could go to the beach etc...and wear all white breezy clothes, which can tie in with the lil white gazebo and so on...the weather would be perfect.
Mum: yeah..(absentmindedly) coz your birthday's usually in december...

i cant wait for Ramadaaaaan :) i just feel like this year's gonna be lovely. last year i had icecream for sehri alot and bugged mj on mxit. this year, im thinking...i'll still bug mj, but i should eat healthier things. if i sound over-excited, its coz i had to psych myself up for this day. and i get to see my friend Nikhat n the bus:Dshe's all sweet and cute and crazy - and doing masters in some hectic thing i cant pronounce...we have come up with a method of stalking i shall post later on.lol.
she's a ripper! love her to bits. she's totally unhypocritical (if thats a word) and smart and positive and funny. This is the semester of surrounding myself with positive vibes on campus ;)
think it'll work? i dunno. i magnet for nonsense sometimes. ok, me go now...
k...maybe now. k now i go.
i love this computer..the keys are all squishy and silent...
have lovely day!

a lil something...

2007-07-27T00:42:00.000-07:00

An angel once asked, 'God, what surprises you most about mankind?'

He replied, 'They lose their health and make money and then, lose their money to restore their health. By thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present...such that, they live neither for the present nor for the future...They live as if they will never die...and they die as if they have never lived.'

Jummuah Mubarak

guess who's back...

2007-07-19T03:01:00.000-07:00

Guess who popped out of the box and straight back in to blogpshere!! ;)

Hehe, don’t ask. (Yes, that’s what I do alone at home, other than leaving myself messages on our answering machine. Don’t tell anyone)
This holiday totally and absolutely rocked! I can’t quite remember what happened between the 8th of June and July 18th, and how time flew so fast that its back to campus now – just when I started enjoying it…
Just finished writing a short story, inspired by two very different songs – Tere Bina from Guru and La Noche by Tiesto. It took me forever to write these 6 pages, searching for the perfect feeling that fit the music and the story, and that feeling at the last line made it all worth it. Ok – this is me babbling!

Anyway, this holiday made me smile…I made up with friends I thought I had lost, went bowling, cooked up a storm, shopped till my feet hurt, and worked as a PRO. We had to present a proposal to the SAFA executive board. I was sooo nervous, but they loved it and it just made things that I want to do in life seem within reach. There were memorable conversations…like:

Q (on Mxit): how the hell did we end up friends?
MJ: I don’t know. But I had to put up with loads of your shit in the beginning. But I knew I’d find something in you- and one day, I’ll find it.
Q: before, I’d have deleted you right now! Big hug.

It’s weird. Some of the rocking friendships I have now have started on really rocky ground. Lol, I can be quite a…(ok Im trying to find another word for bitch here). Like Jo – we hated each other. I was a snob and couldn’t bring myself to socialize with public school people. As for MJ, he just brought out the rage in me and I still have no idea why. Um. And there were others I can’t mention lol. I don’t know why I have such a hard time trusting people. Anyway, gold medals to you, my friends who have tolerated me ;) and now I get all mushy over them and cant stop buying them things and wanting to pinch their cheeks!

Of course, I did have my bouts of freaking out over results, but I ended up getting my deans com! Thanks to…zulu.lol. Stressing just doesn’t work. It just makes your jaw sore from grinding your teeth.
So I just let the control-freak in me go this holiday ;) And it taught me lotsa things and mum and I had a blast…she learning to type with one hand!

There were endearing offline messages, colourful songs…there were new friendships like the blogger dinner. There were inspiring books and not-so inspiring movies. Ahem. And there was dancing alone in the lounge to 90’s songs ;)
There were gorgeous sunsets…

And every minute meant something worthwhile (no, I haven’t been reading Richard Branson’s book for the 25th time), and there were some dull and rage-filled moments and crying sessions at 2am, but this holiday proved to be such an adventure. I was nearly in this play, but I had to let it go, there was too much going on. Oh! And there was Jo’s sister’s wedding! Jo looked sooo stunning! Mum and I ended up at table number 7 on the 7/7/2007 with Leeanda Reddy, Rajesh Gopi, Krijay Govender and this Kesegan guy with Jack Nicholson hair who insisted we rip the centre-piece apart and take it home just to pay tribute to the Indians within us.lol! Wasn’t feeling great that night, but it was a fairytale evening – and get this- there was wedding cake! And they shared it with the guests, but Jo didn’t get to taste any :(

And right now, we’re renovating the kitchen! Ooh, all black and silver and white and sexy hehe! (that’s where the box came in by the way- we don’t have like an egg farm or anything in case you’re wondering.) I can’t wait to chop tomatoes on a granite surface…wow, gives me shivers lol!

And while all these things were changing, and crazy dreams swirled around my mind in different directions, some things remained the same- I still miss Juju. I still love Michael Buble’s ‘Everything’ and…Hugo Deep Red still smells like heaven.

wholesome happiness...

2007-06-22T04:53:00.000-07:00

MissQ is happy…content and smiling. Absolute best weekend. So I lost the bowling as expected and captain juju was a pretty modest winner ;) lol ok, maybe he went home and did a victory dance – and filmed it. Weird how you sometimes only realize how much you’ve missed someone til the moment you see them at the door and that all this time, you’ve settled for mediocrity and become a cardboard person. But I think I scared him with my rage in Joyland lol, in his words ‘the basket ball fury of winter 2007’ and in my words, the night he won me ‘the gay teddy bear.’ Brilliant Kodak moment. Other juju moments:
Out at breakfast one morning:
Juju: whose that singer – the blonde one with the Ben Affleck jaw?
Q: umm…Michael Bolton?
Juju: No no…Jessica Simpson! That’s it.

To my mum as we were leaving on Saturday night:
Q: be good, no house parties mommy.
Juju: we’ll be phoning to check up on you to see if you’re behaving ;)
Lol, mum went red. It was too cute.

I cant remember the rest in order lol…they were better, but im keeping them to myself for later blackmail reference ;) im just glad out of all the people we went to school with who he cant remember, I didn’t fade away into oblivion.
But then he had to go away ;( in a plane ;( Til December ;( Not nice.
I think the next night jo and I freaked mj out with our ability to wolf down huge savoury waffles and drinks and an extra hot chocolate – and mj’s smile which gave our waitress a spring in her step and a heart in his milkshake ;) oh and I did things missQ doesn’t usually do, like buying striped clothing. Q doesn’t do stripes. She’s afraid of colours getting too close for comfort with each other and fighting for attention, but I think perfect weekend unleashed the need for colour – and this pink and white striped creation makes me dizzy, but its fun and smiley and happy and energetic ;) like current ecstatic, sparkly state (green mxit smiley here). Wholesome happiness. That’s the way it should be.

Speaking of wholesome thingies, MissQ got all domesticated yesterday! I put on my swarovsky earrings, sparkly top, new jeans – and went to the kitchen…made these yummy date crunchies..ooh, with dates, rice crispies, tennis biscuits and coconut…see:

They’re so yummy and crunchy with the bits of biscuit, I had some for breakfast, u know, coz it did have cereal in it ;) and they take like 7 minutes to make! sugar rush after-effects kicking in now…and I made lil mash potato and veg pies…great day for mum lol. Oh, mum went to this AIDS training course with all these other KZN pharmacists and she totally rocked it! She was group leader and they had these hectic questions and my mommy blew em away, me soo proud of her ;) I think when she came home that day, I started thinking about my exam results…had forgotten about them in current state of smileyness. And I had this dream where because of the strike, the IOLS department told us to go collect our marks at 9pm…so I went – in my pj’s! and everybody saw! And I had these big fluffy slippers that kept making noise and I kept running away from the office, but they made so much noise that it got ppl’s attention…terrible! So I ran to this cave and I didn’t realize I was running towards this mafia den. Gawd. They had aquariums built into the walls or something. Well. At least I wasn’t naked.

Ugh.results.makes me sick thinking about it…wasn’t the best exam period I’ve had. but we’ll see I suppose. And this ache in my jaw isn’t helping! I ate something 2 weeks ago and I heard this ‘click’ in my jaw and then it got all wonky and painful…I thought by now, it would’ve clicked itself into correction, but I guess my stubbornness is a physical trait too…I don’t wanna go to doc…but 2weeks is forever.

MissQ’s song of the month: Michael Bublè - ‘My Everything.’
*beeeeg hug*
Smiles are contagious :D you’re infected now ;)

conversations of another world (2)

2007-06-12T02:35:00.001-07:00

On the bus…crabby, its early, staring out the window..

Q (feeling sorry for herself, thinking): gawd. I shouldn’t have to take the dam bus! Life isn’t going anywhere. I wish something good would just happen, coz I’m letting everything go…its so unfair.
*two girls start talking behind me…
A: How was your trip to Zambia?
B: oh it was stunning! Such a lovely place to have a conference. Everyone was there.
A: sounds good – made any new friends?
B: Quite a few actually – I met this lady. Her husband just died last month and she was so strong, but on the inside you could see she was all cut up. She wouldn’t eat anything, she kept talking about him, like she couldn’t believe her whole life had disappeared with him.
A: oh my gosh…that’s terrible. I cant imagine what I’d do if that happened to me…but you used to talk with her?
A: yeah, we became good friends…and I met this other guy…he was in a wheelchair. He had no legs, but it didn’t let him stop him from getting to the conference…
B: wow, your trip sounded so inspiring! You must have learnt so much.
A: yeah…I realized that I’m so lucky…at least I have one leg.

cake...

2007-06-12T02:15:00.000-07:00

At my first high school fair, I remember mom buying me one of those frames with the meaning of your name in it and all those funny little qualities that were attributed to you because of it…I think mine said ‘I had a few friends but they meant the world to me’ (which at the time, was a load of hogwash, coz I had lotsa acquaintances who basically copied my homework and used my stapler) and I had no good friends for a while at that icy private school; and it said I’d thrive in the political arena – which, for a shy, awkward girl, was as far-fetched as pole dancing ;)

Many years on, and there I was last week, talking to my tutor about choices of courses next year and it hit me that this entire dynamic world of power, people who use it, abuse it…its consequences on people, this economy that keeps people lusting after influence while others on the ground fighting for ‘the good of the people’….it all just makes me tick! And I want to have an opinion, not just let it all pass and look back and think, ‘damn, shouldn’t have let that go.’ Lol, I don’t wanna be an ashwin desai or some MEC in South Africa with assassination plots on my tail or even one of those bullet-proof vested reporters (by the way, how’s that gonna help if you get shot in the head? I think bullet-proof helmets is a niche market waiting to be explored! ;)), but researcher or political analyst sounds nice? Well…after I have a good few pounds to my name.

And while on this epic journey of self-discovery, I’ve decided on a few other fundamental things like – I want to have cake at my wedding. Why doesn’t anyone have wedding cake anymore? I know its not an ‘Islamic tradition’ (hmm…those words aren’t supposed to be together, but you know where im headed), but cake’s important! Ok, so last week’s episode of Top Billing may have influenced me, but I have to have a 3 tier white cake, with long strings of light blue glass beads hanging delicately off the top and middle tier, all reflecting the light…oh and silver dust! Um…and I don’t want all ribbons and fussy things on it. It has to be simple and classy and yummy! Its been on my mind this week. Ended up going to a unique wedding last week…it was a small nikah and dinner at Bombay to Beirut (Ohmygod…prawns, chicken jalfrezi…Italian kisses, really helped my flu), but the whole thing was a bit of a somber affair. See, she was becoming a second wife, and also, her mom passed away last year. It was different – none of the groom’s immediate family attended except his mom. And while many people had a lot to say, she’s happy – and I think not having your own mum at your wedding must be one of the worst things to have to deal with. As for the second wife thing..he has 3 kids already. I mean, how must they have felt? Anyway, it all went well I guess. But there was no cake for em to slice! ;) it would be so cool to freeze it and indulge a year later. Even if you break a tooth on the icing.lol. Surviving a year of marriage is an accomplishment these days. Hmm, though I wonder if people would really want to see one year old frozen cake…missQ has crazy idea to go put a piece of swiss roll in the freezer now and see what happens next year this time. Tried doing that to white roses with pink, sugared petals, but I think the maid threw them out with the iced bananas I had stashed in there and forgot about.

Anyhoo, lots of interesting and exciting things happening this week ;) meeting a friend I haven’t seen in aaages! And she has a lil baby! so im gonna get to pinch his cheeks and tickle him and feed him all mashed up things and dress him up like a sailor lol ;) That’s if I don’t freak him out the moment I smile widely at him and grab him.
Damn I miss blogging ;( but MissQ needs to focus on writing something worth-while this holiday. Will check in now and then. Miss you.
*hugs*

achoo!

2007-06-07T23:47:00.000-07:00

this one! this is the baba i want...

im sooo tired. I got the flu and its that achy feeling all over that makes you wish someone would just flatten you out with a rolling pin lol…I really have to rock my paper today. Hehe, I had a crazy dream about my lecturer whose paper im writing today. We were in Pirates of the Caribbean (no, I wasn’t keira) and the sea was at the bottom of the library…and he insisted that the only way I could pass was if I changed my clothes, ironed them, and put em back on again. Anyway, I refused and ended up in the CCMA where I was fighting for the right to eat my lunch in class ;) but it didn’t stop there! Later on, I found out he got a job in a pharmacy as the parcel-counter guy! And he was sitting there, marking my work and he gave me 23% for something!! Yeah..thats about it.
Was doddling around at home yesterday when all these people from my class started calling to find out about today…so I just watched my phone flashing…but this girl asked me the other day ‘are you sure you don’t know more than what the rest of us know about what’ll be in the paper?’ now that made me mad! And I asked ‘what are you implying?’ and she was kinda shocked but it really surprised me…

Oh well, MissQ’s last day today. Cant decide about this holiday…I had all these plans about getting together with friends…now im thinking I should work. Hmm..i should see whether im alive by next week Monday…this flu isn’t pretty. Some ppl can pull off a pretty flu – where they tend to look all cute and warm…im not like that. I look deathly sick, like I sold my soul to the devil. That happens in Ramadaan too.
I was thinking…fate or ‘God’s will’ can really have you in awe sometimes…recently, I was at the bustop and my friend smsed to say she was on her way..lol the bus came and went but I decided to wait for her and took the later bus. When we got to town, it was eerie and quiet and most of the shops were closed…if I had taken the earlier bus, I would’ve been caught in the midst of a violent march which I hadn’t even thought about. On the same day, I decided to take the bus before my usual stop (I take 2buses a day) and as we approached the place where I normally take the bus, the cops were out in full force coz right then and there, there was some drug bust and a shootout…if that wasn’t enough to freak me out…this morning, I somehow got the early bus, and mum called me just now to tell me that there was a shootout outside the bank there a few minutes after I had gotten the bus. Makes you wonder. Luck? Good timing? Fate? I think its no coincidence that certain factors allow you to be in these places at the right time. And we may think that Allah (SWT) lets us down by making life difficult sometimes or not fulfilling your duaas immediately…but looking closer, its His very protection that keeps us breathing..that allows me to walk through town everyday and not have my fears realized…that keeps my mum safe everyday…lol even kept Jo alive during those ‘Architorture’ days when she used to walk through Russell Street with her bag!!

And I think in subtle way, He takes nonsense out of your life..shows you people’s true colours before you make mistakes…and it can make you angry about getting hurt, but in essence, He saves you from making bigger mistakes that can impact you further on. Patience, I think is crucial. Ok, enough philosophy for today…

MissQ isn’t going to be around for a lil bit…seeing as internet at home still not hooked up – and internet café boy looks at me funny ;) so…here are my demands:
1. jo and MissQ have to bake cupcakes together!
2. Mj: you can be the taster. Pyari pyari lamhe my sugardumpling :)
3. Dew and us need to stop avoiding the ice and go skating
4. Mario, do not jet off anywhere without informing MissQ! If you land up in a war-torn place with a slab of chocolate and ppl trying to steal it from you or bomb you – hand over the chocolate! And if you’re near the sea and a tsunami approaches – do not run towards the water! :D
5. juju: I suggest you either start training or prepare for defeat in the bowels of Pav bowling alley ;) MissQ will conquer!
And to the rest of blogworld…I demand that you keep being brilliant…and ever great. Waseem and Taqdeer and Fatima :)

I’d like to thank Karan Johar for giving me this opportunity…to work with such greats and still keep my sari on and my ankles healthy after running through the field of blogosphere while singing Kabhi Kabhi ;)

Right. Meds kicking in! im off..ooh, chicken tikka tonight ;P

triangles...inquisitions and the arrival of the captain

2007-06-04T23:22:00.000-07:00

Alas the weekend shot me back in time with a needle and thread, flip-flops and east coast radio. It was a horrible picture…starting with Qdee at home on the couch, hemming her jeans. Firstly, jeans and MissQ don’t agree. Well, its a lop-sided relationship – I love jeans, but its unrequited. I think they repel petite girlies who revel between those difficult sizes and who aren’t tall enough for the hip size or scarecrow-narrow enough for the butt size, leaving you with jeans which waft around your waist, and cling to your thighs for dear life, making you regret last week’s tiramisu and leave your legs looking malnourished like your thighs stole all their thunder. So in all my state of confusion between 4 pairs ranging from 26 to 34, I found it. The perfect pair…as silence drowned out the noise of every pavilion shop and heavenly light descended and we made contact…anyway, its perfect…just needed a lil hem. After sewing elastic onto the top of my burqah (I had a receding burqah line after sajdah due to my procrastination of fixing it.) while pinning my jeans, I realized…there I was, on a Sunday afternoon. Sewing. And humming to the classic hits on ECR!! I think it hit me after hearing myself singing the words to ‘McCarthy Toyota – where peace of mind is part of the deeeeeal.’ And I thought – no, this cant be happening to me. I will not let myself slip even though I wrote an exam the day before and my brain was numb! So off to the beach we went, where I ended up marveling at the book stall. So much for that ;) Ooh but The Namesake was on special ok! Anyway, weekends rock if you make the most of em…or do nothing – whatever rocks your boat.lol, even if its ECR ;)

MissQ has been slightly off-centre recently…uncertain things. Ugh. You know, the constant questioning about what you say, or the way you are…like the assumption that im constantly lonely or ‘in need’ of attention coz im an only child. Or the fact that not having a significant other makes you some depressed bag-lady who sips spiked Ensure on her balcony while winking at an imaginary hunk.
Its not said in so many words, but it comes across. Whoever said significant others were the answer to the world’s problems? Sometimes they can BE a world of problems if its the wrong one;) Of course its awesome to love and be loved, but why rush if its not the right time?
Its not like I haven’t had options…like who could forget the indian triangle…

Or the Chinese inquisition at Christmas in Texas…

Or that day at the zoo, when MissQ discovered white boys…
Lol. So I have history ;) but why is it that if you’re a divorced mom or her daughter, you’re automatically thought of as desperate coz you cant afford to be selective? Please. Bullshit.
Anyway, its not like im going to shut people off for expressing their opinions – its just that people often think they’re judging the whole you, when there’s a vast expanse they haven’t even seen. There are just some things that you don’t broadcast, yet which define you in ways others will never grasp. And often, your cant be yourself around certain people. Get that? Or am I babbling. I end up confronting ppl only if it means something to me that the person knows what’s what. Otherwise I tend to let it go, say its ok or whatever coz its not gonna make a difference in the long run. Lol a close friend said to me the other day that ‘you’re too nice – one day, you’re just gonna flip and go psycho’ hehe. I have had a few nutty moments this year—oh and architecture year, where Qdee swore in public for the first time and threw her lip gloss into the bin angrily in front of everyone coz this weird guy used it and pouted at her.

So the point is…just because I seem a lil unsure of things…uncertain of jeans and my thighs, sometimes shy and avoid confrontations, does not mean Im a ladybug looking to get analysed or squished. I do stand up for myself when it counts…

Bottom line – life is full of diverse, exciting things, with incredible people…

But it isn’t a fairytale…
And it can be cruel and kind and rejuvenating and sweet and heartbreaking and time can stand still and tomorrow it can have you looking back thinking how everything’s gone so fast…essentially, its about what you make of it. Live for the moment. Be happy. Don’t judge people. Coz no matter how well you know someone, you aren’t them. Everything has a reason. This year’s taught me a lot of hard lessons already, like what’s really important…and that your capabilities extend far more than you thought they did…that what you leave behind with no expectation can come back and make your life beautiful…and that sometimes pink strappy sandals aren’t always the best fashion buy ;)

P.S...........

All hail captain juju!! :) http://www.captain-juju.blogspot.com/
MissQ welcomes ‘he who has special power to rock the world’ to blogosphere with icecream, chocolates and a black Peugeot 206 ;) Roll out the red carpet, scatter the glitter, light the lanterns and prepare the feast for his long awaited arrival from the frozen, dry corporate jungle of the northern regions (jhb). Lol. Be nice. One in a million kinda boi :)

untitled

2007-05-31T00:53:00.001-07:00

Curling pages of sundried dreams
Sit on your windowsill
Collecting dustings of respects paid to
The invisible inevitable…
Incensed paper prayers for ashes of hope.

Shades of the blinding sunlight
Hiding behind parallel shadows
Parallel words,
Parallel safety net distance…slow
Fragile fingers trace fiery fateful nothings.

Striped curtains, sarcasm…shelter
The smell of choc-chip warmth
Melting defenses of burdened incompetence.
Glimpses of a muted storm
Falling snowflakes settle silently.

Grace behind the gloom…
Faith behind feathery fathomed freedom
Words have paled, parched and fumed
Drowning willingly in icy reasons
Wilting on your doorstep

Through moonlit dusted avenues
Witness to the white-rose petal rain
Of your footsteps…
Carrying a cache of secrets
As crystal glimmer catches the light
And dawn filters life into love

rahul...juice?

2007-05-30T00:00:00.000-07:00

you know how you're thinking of a song and you turn on the radio and its playing ;) thank god for east coast radio (ok, dont slap me for listening to the station) but they played Billie Myers Kiss the Rain!! that song's been floating around in my head forever...

Hello...Can you hear me

Am I getting through to you

Hello...

Is it late there

Is there laughter on the line

Are you sure youre there alone

Cuz imTrying to explain

Somethings wrong

You just dont sound the same

Why dont youWhy dont you

Go outside

Kiss the rain

Whenever you need me

Kiss the rain

Whenever Im gone too long

If your lips feel lonely and thirsty

Kiss the rain

And wait for the dawn

Keep in mind

We're under the same sky

And the nights

As empty for me as for you

If you feel

You cant wait till morning

Kiss the rain

Kiss the rainKiss the rain

Hello...Do you miss me

I hear you say you do

But not the way Im missing you

Whats new

Hows the weather

Is it stormy where you are

You sound so close but it feels like youre so far

Oh would it mean anything

If you knew

What Im left imagining

In my mind

My mind

Would you go

Kiss the rain

Hello...Can you hear me

yes, it does sound like another Telkom long distance mess up :) but i've loved this song since Dawsons' Creek first aired...and it hasnt lost its magic...of course, it applied then to a certain shy girl thnking about someone she liked for a few years, and who now, after meeting after 3 years, possesses some gay tendencies...but the song's still great!!hehe

anyway, nazeer mailed me something about the first letter of your name determining your personality...im pretty weird according to that as im 'attracted to people due to their ethnic grouping' lol as for mj, he 'forgets friends and family coz he lives for the moment,' about joe, she apparently very energetic and good at 'carrying on great romances in her head.' and nazeer apparently 'has the greatest love affairs all by himself in his head.'now, i dunno about you, but that kinda...mental? or either extremely hilarious! :D

anyway, was at the bustop the other day and this butch looking gal came up to stand next to me..we started talking (her indian accent colouring the conversation) and she was like 'so you muslim right eh? you look like that - like a slumou'

Q: um, yes, im muslim

girlie: u so lucky man!! the muslim guys are sooo cute!!

Q: yeah i guess they are...

girlie: so you gort a cute ou? when u getting married? yourll muslim ppl muz get married early eh?

Q: not anytime soon, i really need to finish studying.

girlie: oh. ya eh. hey you know fatima?

Q: from where?

girlie: verulam!

Q: er no, sorry.

girlie: you know shazia?

Q: from where?

girlie: verulam! ay all you muslim ppl know each other man. u muz know er.

Q: no sorry, i dont hang out with muslim ppl in the usual places.

girlie: lukker!! so er, where you living eh? i bet you stay ther in Reservoir 'ills! oh wait - you muzbe from overport- or you muzbe gort family there.those are muslim places! (wide eyed and all excited now)

Q: no, im at the beach...but i do have family in those places...

*now, monkeys decide to start jumping around surrounding trees and girlie starts laughing like a hyena...she says

'ay you know, i was just in the gardens with my boyfriend, we was laughing and staying -- only the way we was watching the monkeys cleaning each other!'

lol, at that moment, thankfully, my friend Kivi arrives :) (sy kom as sy gestuur was, according to 7de laan) and i just looked at her, said something mad and burst out laughing!!

im serious - i attract these funny people! i was just standing there, waiting for the bus..minding my own business and this happens.

oh well...maybe i have magnetic force of my own? im writing exam today..for my favourite subject!! :) but i just cant get down to studying it that much...ended up watching kuch kuch last night and chatting with mj about 'tujhe yaad na mere ai' great song. nasal, but great. sticks in your head like Hey Shona...

another nonsense blog by MissQ.hugs.

nonsense

2007-05-27T23:59:00.000-07:00

cant help myself..

coz baby - its you...

(shalalalala)

you should hear what they say about you...

they say, they say u could never be true..

wo-oh, cant help myself...

coz baby its you!

(accompanying dance steps including wiggles and pointing)

lol i have no idea why, but the Peroni ad makes me feels better.and if im all happy, it makes me ecstatic ;) is that crazy? oh i think the Spar ad also has subliminal endorphines or whatever, but this peroni ad gets me...no, no, its not the thrill of idea of getting drunk...its the tingly feeling you get when you have a crush on someone. someone totally wrong for you for that matter!! you know, the ultimate bad boy - who has no idea he has this magnetic power...good girls like that. we like getting hurt, running after some idiot who doesnt give us a second glance - coz its a challenge. a sadistic one. and while there are perfectly sane prospects in close proximity, we choose to look the other way...towards an idiot who has no idea how lucky he is to be the object of your affection and who doesnt make the effort to really understand you. lol, i feel like im justifying waseem's first ever great post! right...so in consistence with my last post, i'd like to add the magnetic force of attraction that shit possesses -- which i will avoid!!! so this ad...it allows you the hope that one day, you'll step elegantly off your chartered jet..and he'l notice you..and you'll be having the best hair day and all these other gals will pale in comparison and then he'll dance with you in some public fountain ;)

thankfully, my social life has been reclaimed. friday night with dew, mj and joe was bloody amazing!! see mj's blog for the sole pic we took.lol...

it was so awesome to just chill out and laugh and mj set me straight about my inclination towards the 'shit' and i felt better with his straightforward wacky advice which was wrapped in lovely compliments about the 'jacket' (which has been ordained by the fashion gods) and my teeth. surprisingly. oh well...pirates wasnt great, but the comapny more than made up for it!!

june's gonna be a great month. i can feel it.

miss Q's theory of applied psych

2007-05-20T23:05:00.000-07:00

Inspired by gems of advice:

1. MJ only flies are attracted to shit
2. Nazeer: you need to tell people where they need to get off – the more you let roll off your back, the less baggage you’ll have.
3. Dew: as long as you know what’s going on, who cares how confused and upset he is?
4. Joe: he’s a mothereffer!! ;)
5. Mommy: the delete button – its there. Use it.

my theory proposes that since our hearts rule our heads sometimes, we need to start ingesting these pieces of advice, which will thereby lead to a harmonious state of being… Firstly, I am not a fly – hence, from this day forward, I shall not hover around shit! Also, missQ shall no longer be nice to people who whine, make her feel sorry for them and demand attention! Case study 1: befriending someone who has hurt her in the past. After being nice, attending to his whims for every iota of stomach pain he had,feels sorry for him. Then, the idiot says – ‘im feeling sick, im not right – you should be happy, I bet your duas are being answered coz I’ll never be happy.’ Gawd!! This is the guy that lost my flashdisk! That I used to take chocs and soup for when he made one lil sniff and I thought the poor guy was getting the flu. Right- taking gem number 2 into its application stage, I will not feel bad- and consequently told the guy off, leading to my next point – now I know for sure that I do not want to be around him or feel sorry anymore, because of his mothereffer status, I used the delete button!! :D

The theory may also be applicable to work situations – Case study 2: Mommy dearest, who has a back problem, at work. Handing out medication, she asks the assistant to please pick up a basket which had 5cans of NAN in it. Manager (who happens to be a kurtah and hat person, like male in Case study 1) says, ‘oh, why cant you pick it up yourself.’ Mum says, ‘ I don’t feel like hurting my back again.’ He says, ‘why not. Then you can call us and take a few days off again.’ Now, this conversation took place after she got injured on duty. While violent urges may arise in both cases, the theory is an extension of satyagraha. Miss Q proposes that no longer shall we hover around shit and give it the attention it wants! No longer shall we carry extra baggage or be uncertain! Use the delete button for selected mothereffers! My findings: after deleting, a feeling of emancipation with a slightly violent urge shall arise. This is good. Use the violent urge to buy yourself something amazing!

And we all know that there are those hypocrites who masquerade in the garb, but eventually, the correct use of the theory shall pave the way of not feeling bad for things which you cannot control and not hovering around crap.they shall be dealt with in Divine ways ;) so from here on, Miss Q's theory shall lead the way - because. we are not flies.

the taste of cinnamon...

2007-05-17T22:46:00.000-07:00

i dont know if dreams come to you..or you lead to their creation...but there's one that's lingered in my mind for a year now...and i thought it just had to be told.

Running, searching through opulent passages of a stone palace which held as many secrets as her warm heart…through white curtains dancing in the breeze and an intense bridal atmosphere that lingered in the air like the taste of cinnamon. Browns, golds…scatterings of maroon silk and petals caressing an autumn walkway, she felt she had been here before…that he had been here too. That she was walking in his footsteps. Amid chocolate laughter of little children in slow motion, she treaded slowly through halls lined with memories, hoping to absorb every minute he must have lived in this place, beating with a life of its own. She found herself lost among doors which begged to be opened – weary with the souls that lived within this jewel…begging to be opened and unburdened. Still, something unsettled her…unable to remember what had happened to him, she opened a door to the left of a huge mirror, embossed in rich golden dust. Yet what she had been led to was a cold, forgotten, untouched piece of the jewel which somebody had left raw.

Peering down the stairs, she saw him now…remembered what he had looked like…envisaged him in this place, growing up with his grandfather. just as her had told her – simple, meaningful, his mother the servant of the jewel that crowned the city. Hearing someone stumble at the door and the momentary distant twittering of the guests, she realized she had to return to the wedding celebrations of a distant relative she barely knew, except by the bride’s nickname which referred to her resemblance to all things round. A hint of a smile fluttered across the corner of her mouth, revealing her thoughts as she remembered her Sundays here, realising she had better get back before anyone noticed her absence or mentioned her recent displaced state of mind. But not until she saw who was at the door. An old, weathered man, his bones as creaky as the door he had just opened, was not surprised to see her. ‘I knew you would come,’ he said, ‘but he has gone…one day, he just went away. And I did not go after him.’ She looked over a sleepy city from behind huge pillars that lined the balcony, a black, hollow spot in the mosaic of life, echoing that he must have thought she had forgotten him…if only he knew…if only she had found this place earlier…if only she remembered more. His grandfather was thin – almost transparent. A forgotten man in a forgotten place, yet he was about to leave. Even he had nothing here anymore.

Perfumed days and scented years passed as she crept back into the palace, behind its golden façade into its heart and left one perfect rose petal near the bottom of the stairs for every year she went back in his memory. Hoping against the reality, that his footsteps would grace this path once more. On the seventh year, the rose petals had disappeared…as she traced the bottom stair with a longing hope, she saw them appear before her, surrounded by hands she had ached to see. She closed her eyes and looked away, not wanting to believe something that wasn’t there…and suddenly the walls were lined with light, iridescent beads played with the moonlight, she dared to look…and there has was..reaching for her hand, ‘I knew you’d be here..’

best post ever...thanx to joe :)

2007-05-15T23:23:00.000-07:00

im so nervous! another group presentation today...dont get me wrong, im sociable and nice to people, but groupwrok brings out the vamp in me..i get all annoyed if i dont get work in time from them and get violent with their crazy referencing...but im hoping to not get squashed like a bug this time...amid all the butterflies, i got time to visit joe's blog and it put a beeeg grin on my face! visit www.lifemindlove.blogspot.com to make the day brighter. the captions are hilarious!!! (but read my post first k?) ;)

now, this presentation...we're all wearing black and there's no powerpoint allowed. im feeling very insecure without my crutch. i love powerpoint. its like...cookies and cream icecream! go get some from spar! dont deny yourself!! yumm..thos epieces of oreo cookies...the warmth of that biscuit flavour...juxtasposed with the icecream...coming together to create one of the most decadently delectable experiences on earth! ok i stop now..but qdee endorses country fresh cookies and cream icecream ;D oh, weird incident happened yesterday ont he bus..as i sat down, i noticed this really cute guy get on (he was cookies and cream kinda cute)...but qdee decided to look out the window and not look at him because a) he's probably like 18 and i dont cradle snatch or b) one of those 'back of the bus' people who wouldnt notice small qdee in towrds the front and would walk past her...and then...he sat next to me!! i dont know if his nervous twitching was involuntary, or due to nervousness, but it annoyed the hell out of me! - in a cute way ;) and then...just as im thinking, 'please say something to me,' he turns towards me...and asks..'does this bus go to town?' and qdee's thinking - duh you nut, you got on, you should know where its going- but i settled for 'yes.west street.' and we sat there in silence because im not the type to strike up conversation coz i'll say something stupid.lol and coz im not letting myslef get swept away again..and towards my stop, 'busboy' decides to ask another brillaint question 'does this bus go to the workshop? so i nodded and got off at my stop. lol.glad that's over.maybe he really didnt know where he was going hey...

god. im free for 5 hours today. i hate late presentations.like late exams..but im glad i'll see dew today! always makes my wednesdays :) as for bangladeshi drumbeat boy...he wont leave me alone!! maybe i need a new tactic.like going insane on him..but maybe he would like the psychotic me and then his 'mwah mwah mwah' and angel sms's would increase and i'd really lose it. but i;ve always attracted psycho guys. one came home and actually played with his mother's hair in front of us!! another was a dumb blonde with a psycho mother who beat up his teacher...and the other used to have imaginary conversations with his dad even though hs dad was in the next room ;) and they all seem to think they're sharukh or saif! like any south african could compare! well,maybe busboy and ryk neethling ;) ooh, saif dumped rosa so im catching the next flight to mumbai!! lol, you know if these ppl werent stars and we saw em on the road somewhere, i bet we'd say 'oh, more paki's' lol...

anyway..this post isnt going anywhere coherent...so im off...make a stop at joes blog ;)

injustice

2007-05-13T23:13:00.000-07:00

An innocent girl…a dream…a life destroyed by the realization of it. Nobody would have guessed the promises weren’t true. Amid her parent’s disapproval and their warning, amid the tears and the signs, she begged to follow her heart and spend her life with him…until that moment – when her bridal jewelry was ripped off after society had nodded approvingly and went back to their cosy abodes, with wedding chocolates the first thing on their minds. As they disappeared into the night…the nightmare began – full of the dreams he had allowed her to believe would come true. Not this. Not leaving her alone and locking her in a cold house with no food so that he could enjoy warm meals at his mother’s house…not taking her car keys away so she couldn’t reach her parents – not beating her up until she lost the baby.
The dreams, the 1.2 million rand mansion, the honeymoon on an exotic island, had become the black hole that filled her heart and tormented her mind like the antibacterial smell of the hospital she was in. so it all came down to this…the girl who had once taken a flight overseas all by herself with a spirit of adventure that was so resilient, it preceded her…and while she may not have seen my points of view at times, she did not deserve this. She did not deserve her husband’s uncles beating her up to the point of losing consciousness. She did not deserve the lies, she did not deserve being starved…and having her soul taken away like that. I remember the excitement on her eyes 6 months ago, planning the big day – which now reflect a panicked, frightened girl in the silent hours of the morning, needing constant attention and reassurance that he will not come to take her away.
What is this? I cant wrap my head around it. A muslim boy. Who she only loved and believed – and at 20years old, she ends up being damaged! And he gets away with breaking her heart, throwing away the person she was, scarring her for life. Its not fair!! I hate that I cant do anything about it. I cant stand injustice! How do these people live with themselves?! I mean, what the hell is wrong with our community! Right, we have money, we have Islamic radio stations and a more than good turnout at ‘islamic fairs,’ but come on, wher’s the truth? We don’t see the way muslim bosses exploit their workers, making drivers work on eid days and leaving their families at home. We don’t see the way some well known muslim radio presenters own kids are exact opposites of what they preach. And for one day, don’t wear a scarf and these same people cant even look at you straight coz suddenly you aren’t good enough? Whats the good of dressing all holy if you cant act like it? Don’t make me feel guilty for wearing one when I want to and sometimes not. Don’t be hypocrites when a muslim boy can make zina with a girl and eventually not have the guts to tell his parents he wants to marry her after promising her a future. Don’t act like you value women, when you look down on a single parent family and label them ‘dysfunctional’ because a male is missing! Even though the male was violent and she took it upon herself to get her child out of that situation and make a better life for them? Like the males of our wonderful community are so brilliant – they can have degrees and own a myriad of stores and write cheques for charity and pledge them on radio, but they can turn around and flirt with a thousand white women and yet exploit muslim sisters as employers. It makes me sick!! It gets me that they denounce flirting at Islamic fairs, but still have them because it generates business. And all people want is a united ummah, yet people bicker over such trivialities like paying their workers and giving them time to read Salaah.
And no, im not against everyone – there are the rare sane ones. I’ve met 2. but it rattles my cage that its all about appearance! Everything. Portrayal. If a someone’s fair, they’re automatically gorgeous and classed differently regardless of brain capacity! If a girl wears a scarf, she’s decent and totally pure and marriage material, but if she doesn’t, she’s damned for life. If someone’s rich, let’s mingle with them coz it’s a good prospect for a cushy future. And marriage. If he’s rich, he’s approved of. What’s the point? What’s the point when nobody listens and all you hear is an innocent girl’s heart breaking?

mommy's day!!

2007-05-10T23:17:00.000-07:00

achoo!

me getting flu :(

writing beeg bad test today... but yay! sunday is mother's day :) mum's my best friend...and she looks like my sister! hehe, we went to a fair and i bumped into a guy friend (very cute), so we said hi and bye..til the next day on campus when he asks me 'who was that you were with? she's hot!' and then i looked at him and said 'that my mother.' hehe, should've seen the look on his face! priceless :) anyway, mom works really hard and as a single parent, i think she's done exceptionally well - i havnet had to resort to sniffing, swallowing or popping any of the drugs at the pharmacy (moms a pharmacist) and i have not tried to slit my ankles (slitting wrists is so common), so i think i've turned out ok :)

so come sunday, my mom's getting spoilt rotten! and im memon.hehe...anyway, i gotta rush to group meeting...and be all social and enthusiastically nerdy.love it! enjoy mummy's day! hope all the gifts are wrapped and ingredients bought for breakfast. toodles!

celebrating Eva!

2007-05-08T02:50:00.000-07:00

yay yay! mommy's birthday today ;)

woke up at 5am to dish out her gifts like a christmas fairy...well, an Eid fairy. i have this thing for gifts. like in involuntary reaction to special days...or sometimes ordinary days. people get annoyed at times, but i cant help it. its that thrill of getting somebody something you know they'll go crazy over. reference- mj's lava lamp episode. that rocked!!

im having a nonsense day where everything is delayed due to some external consequence and Miss Q had planned her day minute for minute today (and that included beauty sleep, a horrible tut and finally telling Bangladeshi drumbeat boy to go beat his drum elsewhere). Tutor decides to up and leave just when im next in line to see her...and rushed to 1st period lec only to have the lecturer not show up.brilliant...gosh im sleeping with my eyes open.

i have this thing to right about. this funny incident. but its not getting through all the things in my head. i hate when that happens. like when Dew and i meet on rare occasions and you just cant remember what that important incident was you saved up just for that day.

ugh.blogging. dont you ever feel like it restricts you at times? when you wanna say something and you just know that person's gonna read it? lol, like..ok let's call her Mrs Pepperpot. So self-righteous, melodramatic and egotistical enough to completely minimise your issues and run them over with a tractor so that the whole world revolves around hers. practically everyone around me now knows her issues and due to my proximity to her, i get a double dose. now, the situation is such that i have to endure her company for a while...so cant get outa that one.but it just annoys me when im stressed about work and madam says 'oh, dont complain - you're not having the day im having, i dont think anyone can be more stressed than me.' blows me right outa the water...and one day, im gonna crack lol. and its gonna be funny ;)

anyhoo, Pepsi is sick. i hope he gets better and saves the world in that superhero spandex uniform lol...and technological osmosis boy is still around! can you believe that. record.

question- if there are people around you who care, but not specifically the one you're looking for, does it count? do their words mean anything when they dont mean anything to you? i dont think so - but friend begs to differ.help.

suspended

2007-05-06T22:47:00.000-07:00

so mukhtar finally figured out who i am. yay for clicking ;) so just when he realises my identity, i seem to lose mine?

yeah, funny how that happened - well, not funny. considering i hurt someone in the process whose trying to help...in the process of falling and hitting the ground and finding something i never should have found...in remembering a smile that existed in a moment. a smile that confirmed, acknowledged, reformed my existence into a colourful life. limbo...suspended in this grey screened repose, i cannot leave it behind. i cannot go forward even though i know what i know. i hear what people want me to hear - too afraid to reveal the truth, they dance around me like a constant screensaver that bounces off the walls...walls that shield me from you. and i did not mean to be this way, to push you away, to recoil into my own world of make-believe, of cartoon characters which fill my mind with the absence of you...and the immenent truth i will have to accept. driving away, looking back through the window, the resentment you and i cannot explain.have i done the right thing? i have. my head knows that. but my heart...what's in a heart anyway? nothing. for the good of the people.for the good of a promise...for 30 seconds of hope...what would i not give for 30 seconds of you. 30 seconds of a smile. the day i lost control. april. i hate april. and august. replaying the words like some possessed recorder. and im in this place where bitterness lines the corridors when it rains...and i turn around - and there you are, with a naughty grin and a familiar light in your gorgeous eyes...telling me that this was all a bad dream.

life is like...

2007-05-02T22:48:00.000-07:00

taking a bite out of a huge watermelon...your hands and feet might get numb from all the hard work, but the taste of success is sweet.