The Lone Writer

The book of Time

2011-06-02T21:43:00.003+02:00

Time stood still.
Rooted to the past,
clouded in the future.

Time opened its eyes.
A new horizon.
A black swan vision before it.

Time stood up.
Took the leap,
but did not fall.

Time took a step.
Bonds were forged.
Two Souls are now one.

Time held her hand.
Memories formed.
Life Changed.

Time sat besides her,
looked at the view.
Together forever.

and ALWAYS

A Lonely Thought

2009-08-23T21:11:00.000+02:00

When you reach the End....you start to think about the Begining and if it was all worth it

Take it back to zero, not one but Zero
The Lone Writer

Classic English Literature.........

2009-08-13T16:46:00.000+02:00

Whats next ? Macbeth and the Deadly Ninja's ? And you can buy it from Exclusive books for R128.00. Must be Honest im very tempted to get this

Happy 100th Post and a point of annoyance

2009-08-12T10:59:00.000+02:00

Another sporadic post ! Months without a thought and then boom I somehow find the time to post a rambling or two. I'm sure no one really waits with baited breath for the next literary "gem" I will produce after months of hibernation but hey what the heck I'm going to post something whether it be noteworthy or not because "its my blog and ill post if I want to, post if I want to" (ala Cyndie Lauper)

So this is my 100th post ! Wow I can't believe it and I'm shocked and all the usual jazz people say at acheiving a milestone. A year or so back when my bloging was on top form 100 posts would have been a walk in a park but nowadays where life has gotten too hectic time is a rare resource. Though an addage somes to mind whenever I tell someone that I never have any time, "How can you have time if you never make any time?". This does ring true but for some of us who are mere mortals it seems an impossible task, but I am working on it.

Now that I've gotten the happy 100th celebrations out of the way with the grace and poise of "Migrane Boy" (those familiar with MTV during the 90's will be familiar with Migrane Boy) I shall move swiftly to the point of annoyance.

I think for most South Africans our experiences at stop streets or traffic robots is the same; we stop and then a beggar of varying age and disrepair appears at our window asking for something or washing our windows....am I right ? Yes I am. Now I understand that we become annoyed at the constant requests for change and help that pour our way but why throw common decency out of the window. I've noticed it a couple of times where drivers don't even make eye contact with the indigent in question and merely shift their car a bit forward or in one case actually swore at the beggar. Now I'm not saying that you should give them something all the time. All I'm saying is atleat give them the decency of looking them in the eye and then telling them "no" that's the least they deserve. I think we very easily forget that these peeople are in fact just as human as we are and that they are not sub citizens or ghouls to be shunned at. So please if you can't help atleast give them the charity of a smile. Ok so that was my point of annoyance which to me made sense but may in fact be a load of BS !

I shall return hopefully sooner rather than laters, don't hold your breath.

This was typed on my phone so I apologize for any spelling or grammar problems.

There is always shadow when there is light
The Lone Writer

Show me the movies !

2009-06-01T18:36:00.002+02:00

So Ive been tasked with listing the my top 25 movies or the top 25 movies ive enjoyed the most. Now this is a ridiculously impossible list to compile and by all rights I should be allowed to refuse to comply ! and thereafter form a small resistance movement and take over durban ! However since my man MJ asked me to I shall oblige.

Firstly i would like to make a confession.......

Hi my name is Mohamed and I Am a movie addict !

There is said it ! Are you happy now ?

Ok this is going to be a tough list to compile but here goes nothing.....Queue the Charlie Tuna voice over and SHOW ME THE MOVIES !

25. Transformers
Freakin Robots !

24.
Silence of the Lambs
Hello Clerise !

23.
independence Day
Will smith and aliens !

22.
Dark Knight
Why so serious !

21.
Chocolat
Chocolate does change lives

20.
6th Sense
I see dead people

19.
Gladiator
Shadows and dust!

18.
Forest Gump
Life is like a box of chocolates

17.
Wedding Crashers
Are they built for speed or comfort?

16.
Goodfellas
Do i look funny to you ?

15.
Event Horizon
Sam neill's best movie and the most underated horror film in my opinion

14.
The Green Mile
My name is John Cofee, like the drink spelt differently

13.
Grease
Grease lightning !

12.
Nightmare on Elm street
One, two freddy's gonna get you!

11.
Terminator
ILL BE BAAAAK !

10.
Scarface
SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND !

9.
Jurassic Park
Freakin Dinosaurs !

8.
Saving Private Ryan
Sticky Bomb!

7.
Memento
Who am I ?

6.
Crash
Lives do come crashing down

5.
Godfather 1
Ill make him an offer he cant refuse

4.
Star Wars (episode 4 5 and 6)
Princess Leia "I love you"
Han solo " I know"

3.
Pulp Fiction
Check out the big brains on brad

2.
Fight Club
His name was Robert Paulsen

1. Shawshank Redemption
Need I say more.

Just looking at this list ive left out so many great movies! A top 100 would be just as difficult. What do you think ive left out ?

Written in a lecture on my phone
The Lone Writer.

You've got to be kidding.......

2009-05-08T19:39:00.003+02:00

Does this sound familiar to you............

Prof ........ & Dr ...............
Acclaimed Traditional healers and Herbalists who Specialize in.....

1. Read & tell ALL your Problems before you mention them
2. Bring Back Lost Lover in 3 days
3. Ensure promotion at work
4. Cure any sexual problem
5. GUARANTEE YOU TO WIN THAT TROUBLING COURT CASES, NO MATTER WHAT STAGE
6. Ensure success as you get rich quickly
7. Recover stolen property and trace the whereabouts of people who offend you
8. Assure Protection in life
9. Cure any medical ailment
10. Ensure you marry the love of your life and that you will be happy forever
11. Ensure fertility in barren women
12. Bring you luck whilst gambling
13. Bring to see your enemies and make demands on them using a mirror.

All the above Guaranteed in 5 days

Consultation R50

All whites, blacks indians, coloureds etc WELCOME.

Can you believe this utter crap !!!

Now I've shortened the pamphlet and only included some of the skills that these "herbalists" claim to have. I received this pamphlet at a robot on William Nicol Drive, and I haven't laughed this much in a long time. Now Ive received these types of pamphlets before better never in this area (which is considered upmarket) and to my amazement these herbalists have opened a "practice" in Sandton. Yes in the heart of financial opulace in Johannesburg, surrounded by towers of glass and steel you can find these men who can solve any and all of your problems........so why are we in a financial crisis and why do people around the world suffer every day? ...hmmm I wonder

I just cant believe it and I think whats more suprising is that people actually support such con-men, how else would they pop up everywhere and now even in Sandton. Honestly who believes these guys? who actually goes to these men for help? Are the masses that Gullible to be lured by these con-men who prey upon the down trodden and steal from the poor? It would seem so. But then I thought to myself that ok maybe these people are so desperate for any assistance that they would go to these parasites. So we cant blame ignorance...can we?

These men who claim to have divine powers should be charged with fraud and arrested. I know that alot of South Africans believe in traditional Healing and it is regulated by the government but these men are just fraudsters.

I'll ask them to make my blog the most read blog on the planet, I suppose since they can do the above in 5 days my request shouldnt be a problem.

Maktub
The Lone Writer

The Practice.......

2009-05-01T22:03:00.003+02:00

As the dust settles on yet another whirlwind month into my articles I am faced with another month that promises to be just as crazy, frantic,surprising and educational as the last four, I voluntarily turn the other cheek. With illusions of "Legal Grandeur" shattered and the images and expectations created by televisions shows like the Practice and Boston Legal cast into myth I finally begin to see a clearer picture of what my future may look like. It's a future of hard work, determination and the ability to get up when you get knocked down over and over again, never surrender ! The world of high powered suits, court room struggles and the blind justice to an extent is not as glamorous as it appears to the laymen who.....and this is a gross generalization.... believe that lawyers are only fit to swim in the river styx and prey upon the innocent like a serpent in the grass.

Ive finally... and four months may seem a long time...gotten use to the stresses and the reality that there is never enough time in the day. Days seem to merge into each other. the one indistinguishable from the other, before you know it deadlines creep up on you and so do clients calling you every 24 and a half minutes asking for an update. Things you set out to do on x day never get done because p,q,r ,s and even the square root of s crop up and have to be dealt with. However im trying to believe in the adage that states that "if you never make time how will you ever have time?" (or did i hear that in a movie?)

Everything a budding lawyer has to deal with is "URGENT", "IMPORTANT", "IMPOSSIBLE" and somehow whilst being pulled in 15 different directions you have to find some way to get it done. There is no such thing as "sorry sir but I couldn't do this", you either a South AfriCANT or a South AfriCAN ! and in today's world the latter of the two keeps their job.

Am I enjoying the law and its practice? well i havent quite decided yet......I could honestly do with some more Eli Stone days where the entire office breaks out into song to the tune of George Micheal - Faith....or I walk into a court and exclaim that I am DANNY CRANE and thereby automatically win a case. ! But unfortuantely life does not go according to a script which you and I can understand now but a script that will only be understood after we become the men and women we are meant to be.....Lets alll hope that we do.

Until we meet again
The Lone Writer

KXA !

2009-04-30T09:16:00.000+02:00

“We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.”
Native American Proverb

....................

2009-04-28T22:30:00.000+02:00

SIGNAL LOST.................................PLEASE STAND BY

Literary Futility: Jonas the Bee.....

2009-01-17T07:54:00.001+02:00

Jonas pulled off the highway and followed a snow covered road to his left. The road obscured by the overhanging tree branches and a casual passer by would be oblivious to its existence. The snow on the road was undisturbed and had been so for quite a while. His ‘76 pickup truck made its way steadily down the road embedding its tires in the snow forming black muddy tire tracks. Jonas’s large frame pressed itself into the old leather seats of his pick up truck, the smell of fresh pine lingered within due to the $2 air fresher he had purchased when he stopped for gas two hours ago. The rust coloured pick up truck, riddled with dents and scratches looked travel worn and on its last legs but it chugged along. All was still as he made his way down the winding path except for the rumble of the trucks engine and the occasional movement of the trees. The truck finally made its ways into a clearing and passed over a rickety old bridge which creaked and seemed to barely support the weight of the truck. Jonas pulled up to an abandoned barn at the western edge of the clearing. He opened the door and struggled to get out as the door seemed too small for him. His boot hit the ground and he quickly made his way into the barn carrying his tool bag in his left hand. Jonas closed the door behind him and felt at home, he placed his tool bag on the ground and took a deep breath….he had returned to where it started.

He closed his eyes remembering all the fun he had in this barn. He smiled to himself and seemed to be chuffed at what he had achieved over the years. Jonas heard a solitary step behind him and then nothing. Jonas could feel every inch of the blade that had been thrust into his flesh. The pain was incomprehensible at first as his mind could not translate what his body was feeling into a viable sensation. It felt like the prick of a pin at first and then everything went numb. He couldn’t hear anything around him, not the rasping trees in the cold winter’s breeze, not the sound of the stream which flowed adjacent to the barn, nor the words of his faceless messenger of death. As the blade slithered deeper into the wound the numbness vanished and his body was rank with agony. The blade was thrust into him with purpose and conviction, slow and methodically so that Jonas felt every inch of its cold dead steel. Jonas tried to talk, he tried to plead but he could not speak. Jonas could now taste the bitter taste of iron following into his mouth as if the blade was infecting every part of his body. His Harbinger of death stood before him smiling, he could see the glint of its teeth reflecting of the night’s full moon. The figure released its grip on the blade and stepped back to watch its prey. Jonas stood rooted to the ground unable to move as if the blade had disconnected his brain’s ability to control his body, he felt trapped within his own skull. The figure stood motionless before Jonas observing him with a child like curiosity as if it wanted to see Death itself take his soul. Death however had not arrived and for Jonas time stood still and he felt scared for the first time in his life. Jonas looked at the figure and a feminine silhouette stared back at him. He staggered towards her with his right arm outstretched attempting to claw at her.

He fell to his knees, cushioned by the layer of snow which covered the barren soil of this abandoned barn. Jonas looked to the heavens and could only see the mouldy termite infested roof of the barn staring back at him. The cold winter’s breeze turned into a gusty wind and made its way into the barn creeping into every corner with its icy touch. Death had arrived. The wind swirled around him and hit him from every direction, cutting his flesh. The wind stopped and the air became still and stagnant. Death retreated to the shadows, observing the scene in front of him.. Jonas’s head dropped like a dead weight accepting his fate and his dying gaze fell upon the blade. His sight was blurry, he tried to focus and closed his eyes. Through his eyelids he could only see red as if one closed their eyes whilst looking directly at the sun. He opened his eyes and saw the blade it was his own. Its unmistakable redwood and gold hilt was polished until the gold seemed to emanate from the wood itself. The Gold was arranged into bans which ringed the redwood; this made it look like a Bee with the blade being the stinger. The blade itself was slightly curved and seemed to be larger than would be expected. Its steel was smooth but barbed towards the tip so it pierced through the flesh with ease and became almost woven into the flesh. Jonas had seen this Bee’s stinger on many occasions before but he had never seen it from this view. He had seen this stinger in the dark alley behind the McCrery House, in the New York apartment Janis owned and even in this very barn. On these occasions however he wielded the stinger and had always pulled the stinger out of his victim causing them to fade into the afterlife. Unlike a Bee Jonas did not die after he stung his victim’s, he merely retrieved the cursed blade and left the scene remorseless and content, moving on to his next victim.

Jonas wrapped his hands around the stinger and tugged at it slightly, the pain reverberate from his wound moving through his entire body. He could not remove the stinger no matter how hard he tried as its barbs had caught hold of his flesh. He let go of the stinger and the pain stopped. The feminine figure was still there in the barn with him walking around him, almost taunting him to try to get up, but Jonas couldn’t. Blood trickled out of his wound and formed a deep red pool in front of him which stained the snow. Whether he left the blade in or took it out he knew he would die, his life was now linked to the very blade. Jonas could now only think of the faces of the people who he had killed. He wondered who the woman before him was, someone he had failed to kill or someone who’s loved one he did kill. She couldn’t have been someone he spared because he had never spared a victim in his 23 year cycle. He seemed to collect the souls of these people merely to pollinate his own, he lived off death.

Jonas a deeply religious man believed that God had placed him on earth to balance the scales of good and evil. He felt protected by God and that only God could stop his crusade against the righteous. He expected a Grand death but here he was cold and alone in the barn where he killed his first victim. It has come full circle and now his blood had seeped into the soil bonding him to this spoilt patch of earth. All those years ago he had sealed his fate and chosen his grave. The feminine figure stepped towards him and grasped his hair forcing him to look at her, the silence broke and he heard the women’s voice. It was calm and seemed almost rational; this wasn’t a chance occasion she seemed to have prepared well for this moment. “I will release you”. The women placed her hands around the hilt of the stinger and began to pull at it, but it would not budge. Jonas felt every movement of the stinger as it snagged its flesh. She made one final attempt and Jonas heard a snap. The hilt had broken and the blade remained in him. He was stung by his own blade and now with the stinger embedded in his flesh he would die. The cursed blade seemed to poison him as a Bee’s stinger would. Jonas fell face down, bleeding to death. The women cast the hilt down besides him and began walking towards the door of the barn. Jonas could hear the barn doors close and his trucks engine roar into life. Jonas lay on the cold ground slowly dying. He heard the truck drive away, he was alone.

Death had now come for him. Jonas could feel Death’s thorny fingers upon his back searching for his soul. Ripping, wrenching, twisting, shearing, his end would not be quick. This was the end of Jonas the Bee.

The Bounce

2008-12-28T11:01:00.003+02:00

Why is it necessary for some men to walk with a Bounce ? Why do they feel it necessary to alter natural human gait and walk in a manner which resembles the Stay puff marshmallow man ? This Bounce is a purely male thing as I've never witnessed a women bounce. Is it some kind of macho thing? or are their brains not in sync so the one half of their body struggles to keep up with the other? I cant explain it.

I was walking to Mosque the other day and I just observed a couple of youngsters as they walked and they all were bouncing as if the pavement was made of a spongy substance. I mean if its a macho thing to try to impress girls then why would you do it on the way to Mosque? Are the younger generation evolving? has it got something to do with the gradual disappearance of the baby toe in humans? what is it?

And does it in fact impress you girls out there?

Now with this group of youngsters (I can now use the term youngers or whipper snappers because im on the brink of a quarter century) i noticed a couple of different bounces.

The Macho Man
This bounce is played out usually by small males who pretend they have massive arms or "Guns". They walk with their "guns" on their sides and they swivel their hips which gives the appearance that their guns are amazingly buff and awesome. Also they choose to wear muscle tops which showcase their Guns or lack thereof and which would look better on a Skeleton.

The lopsided Slider
This is the domain of the thin gangly variety of male. They move so as to appear to side and not walk . The one shoulder drops more than the other and with the next step it springs back up before shooting back down. This is probably because they only hava half a brain so they can balance and remaining mass of ganglions. Ive seen Eminem walk in this manner before.

The Bobbing man.
This seems to affect a general poulace but you will notice this type of bounce when the male seems to constantly bounce in small repetitive bounces. Like he has ants in his pants and cant help bet contantly move up and down like a malfunctioning piston.

The Half man
This seems to be more of a degenerative mutuation. You may have seen this in the latest spiderman 3 movie when toby maguire (A.k.a Spidermoffie) is influenced by the symbiote venom and he does that ridiculous walk down the road (Cringe, Die, Turn Away and Vomit). Just thinking about it is painful.

Now im sure their is a reason for this weird type of walk which is obviously against nature but I cant quite put my finger on it. Ladies I ask again do you find it attractive?

Kuwabara Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Literary Futility: - Story of the Flesh

2008-12-04T19:40:00.003+02:00

Warm to the touch.
Beautiful and Vile,
masked by a smile.

Vanity's canvas.
Enthralling the mob,
eroding the soul.

A Shroud for Deceit.
Living the lie,
Lying to Live.

Yearns for love,
confused by lust
enslaving the heart.

Self centered and selfish.
conceited and cut-throat
The Flesh is so Cold.

Its Over for Now......or is it?

2008-11-27T21:10:00.005+02:00

This post is not really going to have a proper train of thought....

Every Year for the past Seven years this particular time of the year has always brought me stress, anxiety, madness, more white hair then Jay Leno and then when all hope is lost and the world is about to descend in chaos and despair relief descends like a gentle summer rain which cools the earth...... almost sounds poetic. This relief only arrives after an arduously long wait, which is not really that long but seems long to the student waiting for their results.

This year was slightly different though. My results and whether I passed or failed would have an impact on the next stage of my life. The stage where studies end and LIFE begins. Not saying that the other years of studying are not to be considered LIFE, but student life is meant to be fun and carefree. The LIFE im talking about is the one where you stand up on your own two feet and start to realize....oh crap i have responsibilities now!

So this year I finished exams earlier then usual as.... WITS my beloved University is slowly going senile... and proceeded to wait for my results. Now I don't know about you guys but with me I never tempt fate by saying 'Oh I smashed that paper' or 'Of course I passed'. Ive learn t the hard way that you can never be certain of anything in life and that something that may seen certain will end up completely messed up. So I am always worrying about whether I passed or failed, yes I know im torturing myself and causing my white hair, but that just me. I always leave room for the disappointment of failure so if it ever happens ill be ready and not be struck down from a lofty pedestal only to find out that falling does hurt. Shukr I've never failed but still its like a defence mechanism...no I will not psycho analyze myself.

So as with the ending of most crappy movies or a Scooby Doo cartoon (God I hated those) I retraced my steps at campus and formulated a mental montage. A montage of everything I experienced and learnt from campus and you know what...I had a blast. It has taken me 2 degrees to get this point in my life but im glad I took the journey. I set out from campus to do medicine but unfortunately that was not written for me. Failure to get into medicine opened other doors for me and its turned out to be the best for me. I have met so many wonderful people and learnt so many things that Ive realized that the courses you do at varsity is not what makes one intelligent, its how one uses that knowledge and what one learns from life's experiences.

So Ive been waiting for my marks since the 5th of November with the usual dread and anxiety. Of course it hasnt been a constant thought in my mind, but when my mind is still the thought of my results and the possibility of a horror story floodsback into my mind. Now I do apologise to all my friends who I have whined to and at the end of the day you were all right.....I am a worry wart and had nothing to worry about. My marks finally came out yesterday and I PASSED (WOOOOHOOOO.........AAAAAAAAAH.......does a funny dance)

However this not the end of the road for my studies. Life is one big course littered with exams which are structured in different ways...some easy some incredibily difficult. We learn lessons and are tested at every moment of our life from sunrise to sunset and it only ends when we eventually walk down the tunnel of light. Until that day ill be a student of Life

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lobe Writer

The Return.....

2008-11-22T11:13:00.002+02:00

Now I know I've said this before and there is no doubt that I will say it again but " I'm BACK!" (said in an Austrian accent akin to to the "Governator". If you dont know who the Governator is well then you dont know who he is and it shouldnt be something to keep you up at night so stop worrying and you can stop with that cross face....yes smile :)

I've had numerous returns to the Blogosphere and something or the other has kept me from maintaining my commitment to bring the Blogoshere my irrelavant views and thoughts.....hmmmm why do I blog again ? Is it because I enjoy tormenting my readers ? (You are currently hypnotized and are unable to hit the back button or type in another blog addy....wooooooo wooooo), or is because I want to take up my own person niche in this cyber community we have here ???? Who knows....and if you know please do tell me.

Life and Exams have been the main reason why Ive been scarce but also I just havent had anything to say...well atleast anything to write about which was worth writing...not like this post is a work of art ~(SPIT).

This year was my final year of studying....well lets hope so my marks come out next week ~(Shudder). I've been a loyal Witsie for 7 years (YES 7 and I didnt do a Bcomm now thats impressive). Two degrees later I find myself looking upon a future I never thought I would be following. I future filled with suits and legal jargon instead of one in a white lab coats and a scalple. Its strange how life take you on this journey where you have no control and flings you out on some different plateau of existence which you would never have thought possible. What to do but adapt and deal with the infinite possibilities that present themselves to you.....though you have to be open to these possibilities.

Tsk tsk...I have completely forgotten what the point of this blog was about. Lets hope my next blog post has a little more direction and a little less nonsence.

Oh and congrats to President elect Obama......a black man in the white house, now thats amazing, does that mean me are going to see MTV Cribs : The White House?

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Hallucinatory remarks

2008-10-11T22:30:00.003+02:00

John Stuart Mill

"It is better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig satisfied; better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied. And if the fool, or the pig, are a different opinion, it is because they only know their own side of the question. The other party to the comparison knows both sides."

The Lone Writer

Art Lesson.......

2008-09-21T21:50:00.004+02:00

Most of you will recognize this work of Art. Its the work of Edvard Munch and its appropriately referred to as 'The Scream'. Now for those who would like to know more about this painting I refer you to the source of modern knowledge in our technologically lazy era Wikipedia.

Now im not going to bore you with a Artistic perspective on this piece or a discourse into impressionism or something which should be confined to the safety of lecture hall. I always wonder why the hell is this poor mis-shapen figure screaming. Is it because 'it' (I feel is gender neutral) is terrified of the 'water under the bridge' it stands upon? Is it screaming because of what the two figures walking away from it said or did? or because the artist felt it necassary to paint it in such a tormented way?

All I know is that sometimes we all feel like this poor mis-shapen figure and we all need to scream. Some really scream whereas others manifest their screams in other colourful ways. Currently I need a great big scream. Come on everyone SCREAM.......

Why do you think The Figure is Screaming?

I Scream You Scream
The Lone Writer

Ramadaan Mubarak

2008-09-13T10:09:00.004+02:00

Ramadaan Mubarak to all the Muslim Bloggers and all Muslims all over the world. Yes I know this is kinda late as we are already well into this most glorious month but hey better late then never. I'm sure every Muslim has experienced the 'Ramadaan Atmosphere' and 'Vibe' that starts immediately when news of the sighting of the moon filters through to every home via the Grape vine. Well maybe this wasn't the case for some households this year with the whole sighting of the moon debacle and the subsequent pleas for unity in the South African Muslim community, but that is another issue which I choose not to deal with.

Ramadaan for me is a time where I can recharge my spiritual batteries and attempt to get closer to my creator who has blessed me with a multitude of bounties, some more apparent then others but all the same are there. This month is one where every muslim is unified in the fast and where we all know and have experienced what our fellow muslims are feeling. Islam is a religion of equality and this is more evident during ramadaan as it doesnt matter whether you are Rich or poor, we are all obligated to fast and experience what those that are less fortunate then ourselves go through on a day to day basis. Fasting places us on an equal basis, we are at some point or the other during the day in a dwall, we experience stomach voices aka stomach noises, we all have fasting breath and we all wait for the time when we can finally partake in the food which has been prescribed as forbidden during the fast.

Ramadaan is a 'magical' month and i don't mean this in an alladin type way. But so often I find it difficult to balance my ibadat and my other worldly commitments that I at times cannot get out of. i find myself having absolutely no time and constantly having to do something. This is apparent on the surface as a number of my non muslim friends have asked 'How do you manage?'. To be honest even with the million and four things I have to do and the balancing act between ibadat, studies and other commitments I somehow find time for everything and still have this peace about my that I lack during the rest of the year. Its an amazing feeling which I couldn't do justice to by putting it in words but I think every Muslim has felt it or knows what I mean. No matter the weather conditions or the troubles of life somehow Allah Ta'ala gives one the strength to persevere and on introspection of the day that has passed it wasn't that bad. I don't know if im making sense....

I love this month and I love the atmosphere and Inshallah after this month I will become a better muslim and a better person. I wish the same upon you :)

Hope you all enjoy this month, remember to exercise patience in the face of anger.

Salaams
The Lone Writer

Road Trip : LADYSMITH

2008-08-18T08:28:00.002+02:00

Last Weekend a couple of my very close friends and I embarked on a journey akin to Frodo and Sam's journey into Mordor accept with much less homosexual innuendos. The reason for this epic journey was not to destroy evil or for fame and fortune but was for a much happier purpose....the wedding of a close friend of ours...which for him is probably like becoming a slave to sauron but thats the case with most marriages and is another story entirely.

I was joined on this journey by a few familiar names to the blogosphere. The all commenting legend of secunda Infinium, the lovely zesty zaheera and her hubby the Master of Chi. For some of us this was the first time we were to travel to this strange land. As we set out we did not know what to expect and only had with us the tales of previous explorers which had braved the harsh conditions to return to tell of "LADYSMITH" (*SPIT*)

We heeded their warnings and advise as to how to deal with what we were about to face. We packed light for the journey we had hoped would span a mere weekend...ofcourse this is not enough to explore the vast dominion known as "lADYSMITH" (*SPIT*)(HEAVY DOSE OF SARCASM ALERT). We were warned by other travellers of its dangers and its lack of any sort of shopping mall's or semeblance of civilization. I myself feared we may be entering into the zone where normal things dont happen very often or be driving into one of those movies where a bunch of friends make a wrong turn and get hacked up by some mutant farmer and his mutant sheep.(Shudders)

The Journey to "LADYSMITH" (*SPIT*) seemed to be over in an instant as the car seemed to be propelled by the raucous laughter of its occupants. The mood was kept merry by the introduction of "Padkos" (The South Arican Version of Eleven Bread that Frodo and Sam took with them) by the ever Zesty Zaheera. It included divine spring rolls, Cheese Flavoured Purr (Samoosa's that went bad but were extremely tasty) and every flavour of Smint you can imagine (which was provided by MOCHI).

We Passed vast oceans of flat veld and gorgeous hills and valley's as we neared our destination. We reached "LADYSMITH" (*SPIT*) safe and sound but cutting it close in terms of fulfilling the purpose of the journey. We needed to reach our shelter and get ready for the wedding. For this is used the "Light of Garmin" to show us the way in the darkness. However "LADYSMITH" (*SPIT*) knew of our plans and the Garmin could not even pick up where we were. It was as if we had passed through all known barriers of time and space and indeed unded up in the Twilight Zone. We then employed the help of allies in "LADYSMITH" (*SPIT*) who helped us navigate our way to safety.

Getting to the Wedding Hall was a bit of a mission with the "Power of the Garmin" failing us again but we eventually made it. The wedding was a lovely occassion but the less said about the food the better (*SPIT*) The usual wedding activities unsued and by the end of the night we were beat as we has to rise early the next morrow to head back to civilization for the Walima.

We knew our way back however our exertions of the previous night placed us in a semi sleep state.... and the journey back lasted forever. I believe the real reason for this was that "LADYSMITH" (*SPIT*) left its mark on us. We made it for the Walima in good time however and again the usual occurred.

The weekend was at an end. We had travelled to unknown lands and back and we were now the wiser. The un married amoungst our Fellowship vowed not to get marry in "LADYSMITH". Our journey was over and we recorded new memories that will be spoken about until such time as we forget them. All in all "LADYSMITH" is a quaint little town which was not as bad as I expected. I may even Return

Now Zesty are you still going to Sue me ?

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Pure Evil - The Joker

2008-08-03T19:02:00.000+02:00

I had the pleasure of watching The Dark Knight for the second time today and I was blow away all over again by the performance of Heath Ledger as the Joker. It has been some time since I have witnessed a character completely embody the word evil in such a recklessly psychotic way. Hannibal Lecter was evil but he was more methodical and calculated, the Joker was in your face evil. The performance left me wanting to see and hear more of this character, which in my opinion has been immortalized by Heath Ledger. The original Joker was Jack Nicholson but I doubt even he would have a problem admitting that Heath was a better Joker. The performance was scary yet riveting and it compelled me to watch more.

Now you may think that I am merely jumping on the bandwagon, showering praises on the late Mr. Ledger who is now being held firmly in the bosom of all film critics and film goers but the fact of the matter is that his performance was master class. When I watched the movie the first time I forgot that I was watching Heath Ledger and all I saw was the Joker character. When he appeared in the screen the background faded away and all I was concerned with was what the Joker had to say and what he did. For me he stole the show and for this reason I feel that the Joker character should not be brought back in the next Batman movie or at least for a long time as the actor who attempts to follow in heath’s footsteps will surely fall short and probably turn into the next George Lazenby.

As I watched the Joker carrying out his duties as an “agent of chaos” fighting for the soul of Gotham City I wondered if pure evil of such a magnitude actually exists? Are there men (or women) who are so evil that they just want to watch the world burn? Can a man or women cause such anarchy that leaves us running around like headless chickens?

Throughout history we have been treated to a multitude of evil men whose actions cannot be explained through rational thought and ideals. Men who committed acts so vile and heinous against human nature that they will never be forgotten. Men who do not play by the rules that we hold so dear and have dedicated their lives to destroying the very fabric of human nature for one reason or the other have existed and will exist till the end of days. Were they our version of the Joker? And in that case who is our Dark Knight?

I know the Joker is a fictional character however we all know fact is stranger than fiction, so is it so far fetched that men like the Joker exist? Would such a person ever exist in our “perfect” world plagued by madness? The Joker was driven by no motive or worldly gain but by the need to create anarchy just for the sake of it. He rebelled against societies rules and showed people what fear is. He could not be understood and that’s why he could not be defeated, as he had nothing to loose and that is the most dangerous type of man.

Now I think I speak for everyone by saying that evil exists but is it created or born? Can we say for certain that so and so is evil incarnate and does this depend on which side of the looking glass you choose to see the world from? I believe that evil is born more often then it is created and even so it depends on the environment such an individual grows up in. Now you psychologists out there will accuse me of sitting on the nature vs. nurture debate but I think both play a role. Another theory is that we all have that tendency for evil in us but it’s the choices we make that keep us on one side of the divide or the other. All we need is a little push and we will fall into madness ala Harvey Dent.

We see shades of evil everyday in some form or the other but when confronted with such reckless evil I shudder to think what our reaction would be. So Does Pure Evil Exist?

Why so Serious???
The Lone Writer

The Power Of a Smile

2008-07-26T10:24:00.000+02:00

When is the last time you smiled at someone for no apparent reason? When was the last time you met someone new and accompanied your hestitant greeting with a smile? In Todays World the power of a smile has been forgotten and has been replaced with this notion that being mean to your fellow man is the way to go. Maybe its the "eat of be eaten" concept that has driven people to be such horrible people.

We are more likely to step on someones face to get ahead in our individualistic society than bless someone with a smile.We as a society only care about our own well being and the well being of our interests. Everything is "I, I, I" and we dont care if our success is at the expense of others. Now you may wonder in what world do I live in or whether I come from a strange planet where the streets are paved in gold and people actually give a damn about others......but strangely enough I live in the real world. In a real world dominated by a individuals who believe that they reside on islands disconnected from the rest of the world, and this gives them the false belief that they dont have to worry about the feelings or wellbeings of others.

A smile is not only limited to the contraction of facial muscles producing an up turn at the ends of out lips, occassionaly causing ones teeth to be exposed. A smile can be a symbol for greeting your fellow human (Something lacking in the Muslim community), a smile can accompany a good gesture, helping an old women cross the road, letting someone cut in on the road,etc. A smile is not only limited to our own happiness but to the happiness of others.We should smile but we should also cause others to smile. The smallest gestures can cause the biggest responses. So if you cant smile than atleast help.

I dont know why it is so hard for people to accomodate others or just to smile. It doesnt cost anything to be nice to someone else. It doesnt cost anything to think of others for a mere millisecond out of the hours of our existence which is mostly spent in tasks which derive no benefit. I believe that the environment you are in dictates your emotional responses to others so lets try change out environments from one that is negative to one that is positive.

Try it...Just smile at someone in any manner, whether it be through a small gesture or taking time out to help those less fortunate. Its contagious.

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Hope

2008-07-19T12:02:00.002+02:00

Blogging has been the furthest thing from my mind currently possibly because I have a million other things to worry about or is it possibly because I just dont have anything to say or to share? The latter is standing out currently as the former could merely be a poorly conceived excuse as it is very easy to say "I just dont have the time" when you really do have the time but not the inclination to make time. What was this blog post about ? or yes "Hope" (lets hope I get to the point)

I thought I would share with you something I witnessed during this past week where my belief in Hope was severely tested. The words of eomer from the Lord of the Rings ran through my head like a child who has just learnt to run zig zags from here to there constantly running just for the sake of it.

"Dont not Trust in a hope for it is forbidden in these land"

Now this may not be exactly what he said and Lord of the rings bofs are more than obliged to correct me and criticize my poor rendition of tolkiens masterpiece but this thought was a recurring thought for me. For numerous reasons things just seemed to be going wrong and my grasp on the concept of hope hung by a fine fibre. Oh yes the incident.

It was about 5pm on thurday afternoon I came home after campus and the only thing I wanted to do was space out and go to bed. This ofcourse didnt happen and I was flung against my will back into my car as my driver duties were reactivated. As some of you know Church street in mayfair can be an absolute nightmare at around 5 and this day was no different. I stopped at a robot and noticed a blind white women with a dog waiting to cross the road. The dog seemed agitated and scared (possibly due to the traffic and the noise) and it refused to budge. The women seemed reserve to wait and I felt sorry for her making shukr (thanks to GOD) that even though my eyesight is poor i can still see. A little time passed and this black man walked pass the blind women. He was dressed in blue paint smeared overalls and was clearly on his way to get a taxi to go home. Now He was walking the opposite direction to the blind women and gave her a quick stare and carried on (as most of us would do). I watched this scene and to my amazement the black man stopped dead in his tracks and walked up the the blind women. He said something to her and gently grabbed the leash of her dog and took her hand in his and he guided her across the road.

I couldnt help it and a tear dropped from my eye at this remarkable sight. Two individuals divided by oolour, creed, and even the ability to see managed to help each other. Somehow my despondent feelings vanished and I was filled with hope. This remarkable scene (well for me anyways) showed me that no matter how hopeless a situation can be there is always hope no matter how slim. What were the odds that a man out of nowhere would help this blind women who is basically defenseless.

If we just take the time to look closer at the events and happenings going on around us we will realize that there is hope all around us and that there is always help.

It's the small things that open your eyes
The Lone Writer

T.E.S.D

2008-06-07T18:35:00.003+02:00

Traumatic Exam Stress Disorder - TESD , is not a listed disorder in the DSM 5 (lists disorders according to psychologists) however due to personal experience and through intensive tests and study i am creating this category of traumatic disorders.

You may ask.. what authority do i have to create my own disorder ? Well to be honest I have absolutely no authority to make such a claim, infact a band of travel gypsies would have more authority than me.... but hey if a black man can run for the presidency of the united states of America then anything is possible.

Each and every person that has done some sort of studying in any sort of educational institution has experienced some sort of stress due to exams. Whether pre or post exam stress affects us or has affected us all and at times has caused a poor correlation between our ability to apply our knowledge and our ability to reproduce. a set of facts verbatim (parrot fashion). Ok this could also be due to a students natural tendency to study last minute but thats besides the point.

My exams have just ended and i have certainly have felt the effects of TESD. I wrote 4 papers in 3days (the first time this has happened to me) and I had to summon strength which i I didnt know I had. Unfortunately my appearance and general disposition is not the best during the exam period and this is a major symptom of TESD. Crankiness, lack of social interaction, red eyes, communicating by a series of grunts and clicks (ok over exaggeration on my part... maybe just mono syllablistic responses) and the worst.. lack of sleep. A combination of these and other symptoms makes me look and feel less human and more like one of george romero's undead friends. (zombies for those of you who dont know who george romero is).

The good thing is that once its over there is absolutely nothing you can do about the result and you have to leave it in the hands of the Almighty, ofcourse the stress and the anxiety is still yours to deal with.

The question still remains is how to deal with the stress ? Any ideas

Shadows and dust
The Lone Writer

Patriotism Lost: Xenophobic De-Evolution

2008-05-30T23:43:00.007+02:00

I’m ashamed to say it but the events that have gripped South Africa during the last couple of weeks have made me re-evaluate whether I have a place in this "rainbow nation". The images of unity, togetherness and ubuntu which are associated with the concept of a “rainbow nation" have been bitterly betrayed. This betrayal and the barbaric nature in which its people have behaved have shaken the very foundations of my patriotism and I am sure it has affected the majority of the population which could only stand by and watch.

I was born towards the end of the apartheid era and I only observed the tensions in the mid 90's with a mindset of a 10 year old, so growing up as an adolescent and now adult in the New South Africa I never thought I would witness scenes which were reminiscent of a time in history which symbolized the perversion of law and morality. Scenes which we would assume to be from another war torn African country or on the silver screen. Looting, plundering, murder, necklacing, victimization, intimidation, unrest etc were all things which South Africans thought they had left behind the minute Mr Mandela voted in the 1994 election and a divided nation became a united nation. How wrong were we?

We complain about crime, inefficient government, rising price of fuel, and a myriad of social and economic issues but what we witnessed over the past two weeks or so should alert us to the extent of moral degeneration adn immorality that is present in this country and in the world. How low does a society and community have to go to condone and in some cases cheer and celebrate as a fellow human being is burnt alive. What kind of societal moral compass allows a group of people to drag a man out of his house beat him and then set him on fire just because he is not of the same nation and ethnicity? How does someone look upon a man suffering such a gruesome fate and still have a clear conscience and have the nerve to call each other "comrades"! This is disgusting and perversion of morality and everything that God (No matter which God you pray to) has ordained and ordered us to do.

Barbaric Acts such as these are a clear indication that as mush as we progress and evolve scientifically we are De-Evolving at and unprecedented rate. When the mob rules and fear can cause such a situation something is wrong. The Acts that we have witnessed in this madness will go predominantly unpunished............blame the legal system.........and we have no guarantee that it will no flare up again. The crisis has apparently subsided and some of the communities who expelled the foreigners are asking them back, in my opinion the only reason for this is that the looted goods are finished and there is no supply due to the shops which were owned by foreigners being burnt.

Then I think to myself, is this an environment which I can proudly call home? Is it a country which I can bring a child in to? Have I been fooling myself into thinking that this country is a light in the darkness of the world? Because we have certainly descended into darkness. People will say that no matter where you go violence will always find you, this is true but not to the extent that we are facing now. It hurts me to consider this but its only human.

We are already a one party state, with government competence at an all time low (The Health MEC is a glaring example) and whispers that we are going the way of Zimbabwe....will this ever happen? You would have been mistaken to believe that South Africans learnt a lesson about tolerance of other people after being subjugated under Apartheid.....maybe they missed that lesson.

My Patriotism has developed cracks and hopefully they can be smoothed over because there is positives in this country as people have come together to help the displaced and speak out against the atrocities. The Black Lawyers association has called for government to enact legislation which makes xenophobia a crime against humanity and all concepts associated with it considered hate speech, I applaud this but is it too little too late? Has the damage already been done?

God Save us from ourselves.....

Shadows and Dust

The Lone Writer

4 minutes to save the world......

2008-05-18T13:10:00.004+02:00

Yes you know what im refering to, that song from Justin, Timberland and Madonna. Its really catchy and a smash hit ofcourse as is the norm with anything timberland touches. The man just has to "sigh" or make a wierd "burping" sound on a song and its an instant success. Im sure he makes money just even if you singing in the shower. But I am digressing from my intended topic.

These days we would be lucky if we had 4 minutes to do anything let alone save the world. As Chris rock said "The world's gone crazy" and its in need of saving. The only problem is that this is easier said then done and unfortunately we dont have Superman, the X-men or any honest men/women who are able and willing to do this.

From the price of life being less than a litre of petrol to internal unrest in South Africa (Xenophobic attacks) to global issues such as the middle east, food shortages and the tragedies that have occured in east asia the world is gone crazy. Its currently suffering what I call a "planetary cardiac arrest". It's happened before in history where the entire world was on the brink of failure (the two World Wars) but those were intense(in relation to time) sudden shocks followed by relatively good planetary health.

The current "planetary cardiac arrest" is one which is less intense but more prolonged and far reaching. It is causing much more damage not only to the planet but to our social, cultural and moral values. The planet and its people are being hit by constant and prolonged low intensity shocks (though possibly high intensity on a regional scale) and just like our heart is being slowly worn down. For me the area of our psyche that is worse effected is our belief and trust in our fellow man and basically our hope that tommorrow will be a better day.

Its sad that one day this planet will be brought to its knees by the beings that were placed on it to protect it. Mother Nature I think is trying to tell us with these natural disasters that we need to control ourselves and maybe treat each other better, Its a tragic message but atleast Mother Nature is trying. We on the other hand are merely holding more and more conferences and reaching no conclusion and result.

4 minutes save the world? l dont think the world can be saved...Not currently.

Shadows and Dust (What we will eventually become)

The Lone Writer

We are not the Champions

2008-05-11T22:23:00.000+02:00

Congratulation to Manchester United on their Triumph in the English Premier League. Congratulations to Chelsea on finally beating Liverpool in the Champions league Semi Final (Don’t Worry Liverpool will Win it next year naturally) but this post is about my beloved Liverpool Football Club so pardon my bias which will become evident as you read on.

The Most successful English Club in history is Liverpool, whether it be in England or Europe not Manchester United, though they are doing a very good job of catching up. Now I will bite the bullet and admit that Liverpool fans cannot continue to bring up the past in order to rebut the constant jeering from the Man United and Chelsea fans out their. It’s a sad reality for any genuine Liverpool fan to see the team year after year faltering, stumbling and choking (like a coal miner with the black lung) to finish and maintain the 4th spot in the league that has somehow become the teams standard. The bottom line is that Liverpool needs to perform and challenge for the league.

Don’t get me wrong Liverpool’s European success and pedigree is unprecedented and never say die attitude is feared from AC Milan (especially them) to Barcelona. But in the League Liverpool has become a club which performs below itself and is frankly only a threat to the smaller clubs. They are just not taken seriously and those soccer commentators and philosophers of the game cannot be blamed for their belief that Liverpool is not up the scratch.

Liverpool is probably the most difficult club to support (I should know). They inspire so much belief yet they constantly let down their fans by complacency and frankly football that is more apt to be seen in the Vanuatu Football League (No Offence to their league but lets be serious even Bafana Bafana could probably beat them). This season it was their inability to kill off teams and press home an advantage which led them to endure 13 draws out of a 38 game league season and that is not acceptable.

Things seemed to get better with the take over of the club at the end of last season by the American businessmen George Gillett and Tom Hicks. However this has gone pear shape as the owners have started a civil war (in typical American fashion) within the club causing the club to be in a state of uncertainty and this has affected the players on the field. Though I also believe that Liverpool’s players are just not up to the standard where they can compete with Manchester United and Chelsea.(Unfortunately)

Of course not is all doom and gloom as some players, Fernando Torres, Ryan Babel and Martin Skrtel, stood out and performed magnificently. Fernando Torres (EL NINO) broke Rudd Van Nistelrooy’s record for most goals by a foreigner in his debut season and the first Liverpool Striker since Michael Owen to score over 30 goals….which was long over due. He can only get better but the team needs a few new players with a similar pedigree to really make Liverpool a force again.

I will always be a Liverpool fan, whether they never win the league for another 20 years (lets hope not) or get relegated (again lets hope not), but I would like to at least in my lifetime see the club get back to the top of the pile in England. JUST ONCE !

All the best to Chelsea! Crush the Devils! (Sorry Liverpool fan mentality )

Shadows and Dust

The Lone Writer

Bollywood

2008-05-06T00:02:00.002+02:00

From Amtabh to Aishwariya Bollywood is the largest producer of films in the world and is expanding its predominately Indian fan base to a more global market. Now I am not an avid fan of Bollywood cinema but I have been known to occasionally watch a movie here or there. I must admit that some of the movies are pretty decent and enjoyable. The music these days is very hip and catchy and some of the movies dont even have a musical number (case in point the movie "Black"). However as with Hollywood some of the movies are hit and miss and consist of numerous dance scenes interspersed with poor acting and yet more dance routines.

I watched the movie Race yesterday and I throughly enjoyed it, well probably more so because of the gorgeous Katrina Kaif (*Wolf Whistle*). I have a song from the movie stuck in my head (again probably because of Katrina Kaif) so thought I would share. Enjoy

Shadows and Dust
The Lone Writer

Just a quick thought

2008-04-24T06:27:00.000+02:00

I dont know if most of you are aware but a couple of days ago the was Earth Day. Where we as humans were suppose to take some time to appreciate our 'home' ! You know that 'home' that protects us and provides for us... The 'home' which we are destroying!

It is sad indeed when awareness and concern about the state of our planet is confined to a bunch of hippies sitting in the back of their caravans smoking weed and Al Gore(its a pity no one listens to him). From the ordinary man on the street to the high powered executive in his/her shiny ivory toward the environment is a non issue which apparently doesnt affect us.It sickens me that we have been given such a blessing yet we are so indifferent about its protection. And when people (such as Al Gore) try to make us aware of the situation we mock them and overlook there there warnings as merely an Inconvenient Truth.

When the inconvenient truth becomes and inconvenient reality is will be too late for us to do anything and concern about the planet will be as useless as George W Bush on "Are you smarter than a 5th Grader".

Shadows and Dust
The Lone Writer

WHERE HAS ALL THE TIME GONE??????

2008-04-05T10:36:00.009+02:00

"WHERE HAS ALL THE TIME GONE?????" .........(Said as Captain Jack Sparrow would) . I guess blogging takes a back seat when life and other responsibilities monopolize your time (Or it could just be I have horrible time management). I have a theory that time is conspiring against me and is somehow short changing me with regards to the one commodity that can never be recycled and saved for a rainy day (I need to speak to SARS about getting a Tax refund for time or something).

Just imagine Father Time sitting sitting with your sands of time smoking some pot and thinking that it would be utterly hilarious to shake up your hourglass just to see if you can cope. Someone really needs to stop him...its getting ridiculous....... Seriously...SERIOUSLY !! (Jeez now I sound like Meredith Grey....who is not that attractive and looks like she is constantly crying and sucking a lemon, she has a scrunched up face). This is NOT HEALTHY.

I wake up, brush my teeth and before I realize it the day is over I cant remember what I did with the day and I have to sleep because if I don't I will get up the next morning looking like a zombie from one of George Romero's classics. I know you probably are all suffering from this and that I should just shut up and deal with but I think that we should be able to buy TIME RECHARGE VOUCHERS ! along with our Air time recharge vouchers, I mean there would be a lot less grumpy people in this world.

They (Whoever they may be) say that "If you don't make time you wont have any time". I personally think that this doesn't ring true in our technologically modern fast paced/ job centered /individualistic and eat or be eaten world. Our time is solely devoted to surviving or trying to achieve societal goals that we have no time just to live and enjoy. It is indeed sad.

If anyone has spare time to borrow me please do, I will be eternally grateful.

(This post is to announce that the Lone Writer is still Alive and Kicking....The End is not at hand Yet)

Shadows and Dust
The Lone Writer

Taking a back seat

2008-02-01T08:20:00.000+02:00

These last two weeks have been somewhat of a journey of discovery for me. At times this journey was conducted in the dark leaving me to stumble through thresholds I never thought possible, though this was no fault of eskom I assure you as the darkness I allude to is a metaphorical one.

This journey which im glad I took no matter the outcome (I say that now but lets see what happens when it happens) has shown me things that I will remember forever and take with me into the future. It freaks me out when people say "dont worry there is something better for you in the future" and my retort to that is always an icy tongue "what if there isnt?", yes im a pessimist and a very committed one at that. But what I have realized in the hours of time that traffic gives one is that they are right and that when one door closer the Almighty or whoever or whatever you believe in opens another door and sooner or later you will unlock or pass through the correct door(jeez i hope its sooner.....patience.....patience).

Oh ive also adopted a Gandhi like stance on traffic,instead of looking at it as a frustrating annoyanced filled will suicidal taxis and worsened by loadshedding, I take it as time to reflect and ponder on my day and infact my life, its amazing what you can realize when you just utilize time, not all of your best ideas come from hours sitting on the 'can'. Could I call it 'introspection in a metal shell' where you try to breach your own personal shell.

Again im typing this on my phone so i should wrap this up. One thing ive decided is that I cant control everything in my life and that somethings are just meant to frustrate us and we need to be patient to realize the eventual fruits of our labour. It may not be what we dreamed of or what we want but i have a suspicion its what we NEED!

So for the moment I have decided to relinquish the drivers seat and let life drive for a while as im currently enjoying the view from the back seat.

Maktub
The Lone Writer

Blogshedded...

2008-01-28T20:18:00.000+02:00

Ive been cursed by Blogshedding or rather ive been blogshedded for the past month or so. Actually im still suffering this horrible affliction, im currently typing this on my mobile. What does being blogshedded mean? It means the inability to access the internet due to one or more unforseen circumstances primarily the fact that my pc is in its last moments of life and has developed the annoying habit of crashing and restarting every 15mins, the only way to remedy this crisis is to either to send the pc for sky diving without the parachute or using a sledgehammer and working out our differences amicably, i think the latter is suitable. For a moment you were expecting me to blame eskom, which is the logical blameworthy culprit these days. You break a glass...blame eskom, you stub your toe into a wall or chair.....blame eskom, you start going bald.....blame eskom......you find your garden infested with mutant dassies trying to take over your neighbourhood and then the world.....blame eskom! Jacob zuma probably wishes there was load shedding around the time when he had "consensual sexual relations" he could have said he couldn find a condom in the dark or that "Aids" was unable to see him in the dark so he was safe. Anyways...

This gives me no time to blog let alone do work on my pc which to say the least is very very annoying. I intended to do a New years post and a whole resolutions thing but ive honestly had no time. Im currently on vac work at another firm and its awesome. Getting lots of experience and just loving the opportunity to learn and grow as a fledgling lawyer.

Besides the weather eskom has certainly darkened my days. Rolling blackouts, the country in crisis , that song "We've got the power" being banned! Not really its just been stuck in my head, and is annoying considering we dont have any power. So should we all start "packing our bags and go" , run away from the possible "zimbabwe 2: lights out".
Im not sure im still a patriot and i love this country and hate to admit it but we are in serious serious trouble. This is not as bad as the way bafana bafana play but its still bad. We are loosing millions , jobs are being threatened and confidence in South Africa's Ability to lead Africa in the global stage and be the one bright spark in a continent that is constantly embroiled in turmoil is in jeopardy....or have i missed the bus and has our place as leaders of the African renaissance long gone, washed down the drain with our politicians dirty laundry?

This country is my home but she is making it very hard to beat off the doom and gloomers who are a dime a dozen and defend her, which i have done and constantly will do even if im the last voice echoing.

Heres hoping that we are able to ride this crisis out and become a better nation and a better country.

sorry for the disjointed post. Just random thoughts

Maktub!
The Lone writer

Unlocking the true Elegance Of a Women

2007-12-22T11:41:00.000+02:00

What makes a women Elegant? Its something men look for in a women and women strive to attain (well some do). The word "Elegant" may in some of us conjure up preconceived images of elegance, probably seen in a Hollywood starlet or just an idea which you cannot describe until you see it in someone, a personal definition of sorts. Elegance is an abstract concept and fairly personal but is still universal as everyone looks for it. Elegance is most of the time restricted to the physical realm but I feel this is where the modern women falls short. Only worrying about their external appearance and hence serving out false elegance and frankly a western elegance. Is Elegance only external? or can a women attain internal elegance and become mentally elegant? I think there is both a mental and physical part to a women's elegance and hence beauty, but the mental part sets the stage for everything else. When a women is internally elegant then it will manifest on the outside. The way she dresses. the way she conducts herself, the way she interacts with those around her and her level of modest will all be indicators of her mental elegance.

This is a gross generalization but western culture is destroying the concept of mental elegance in women and replacing it with a warped form of physical elegance which is based on the adage that "less is more". Less is less not more but and in todays world in order for women to be liberated and empowered it means that they should walk around half naked and flaunt themselves in front of men like showgirls in cabaret. Where is the liberation? or did I miss something? Western "liberated" women look down upon the eastern cultures (specifically Muslim women) pitying women who don't feel the need to display their figures to strange men. The west sees it as backwards or archaic and an obstacle to womens rights, I see the west's idea of elegance as a destruction of modesty. This western elegance is pushing mental elegance and modesty into the background and our young girls and even older women are being washed away by this tidal wave of western elegance. Women conform to their (the west) ideas and then suffer from anorexia, bulimia and other eating disorders because they have to live up to a norm or else they wont be able to conform or fit into clothes which are not even fit to be a swimming costume. Please I'm not saying that women should be kept at home and should be deprived from an education and a life, women should be given the same opportunities as men and even more being the mothers of the nation, im just drawing your attention to the rapid decline of modesty.

Personally I look for mental elegance, not this physical falsehood which fades with time. Mental elegance lasts forever no matter how old or frail you are. You may not get a lot of heads turning but you will get respect and that is far more valuable than anything a plunging neck line could get you. Its easier to treat a women like a diamond and a queen when she treats herself like one.

I got this article in an email, im not sure about its authenticity but its pertinent and probably shows the mindsets of a lot of the men "western" women try to attract.

The Elegance of the Modest Woman Toronto Star - Jan. 23,

While out for dinner last week with colleagues, we sat beside three
20-something women. There was the usual posing and glances exchange,
and as they paid their bill two Muslim women entered and sat nearby.
Whispers were quickly exchanged and we could hear, "Why do they wear
those things anyway?" .... "I feel sorry for them" ... and so on.

As they filed out of the restaurant, we noticed they sported a mixed
collection of the following: skin tight pants, short skirts, exposed
midriffs, push-up bras, high heels, jewelry, see-through or plunging
tops, piercings, lipstick and makeup, and one had breast implants for
certain.

We observed the two Muslim women as they were engaged in close
conversation over coffee. Their graceful features complimented their dark
headscarves and warm eyes. Their natural gestures were flirty without even trying -
revealing natural beauty. And their clothes, while conservative,
brought forth the hidden potential of something wonderful and truly
feminine.

The idea of dressing modestly terrifies some western women - but why?
Perhaps it would trample their "right" to show off. Would their
self-esteem fall along with their hemlines? After some debates, we identified the
cost of the western "right" to flaunt. The Muslim women were free from the
fashion trap -free to "just be" without posing, comparing, dieting and
spending for the approval of men and each other. And they looked more
desirable to us than the exhibitionists who were in the restaurant and
parading on the sidewalk.

The sexual displays in our culture are so mainstream and competitive
that modesty is seen as regressive. Yet, long term, when a man looks
past the tight pants and heels, he will ultimately detect not
confidence, but a certain unattractive desperation. Modest women
don't have that desperation - they don't compete in the arena of vanity.
They have themselves - and that's the kind of attraction with legs to last the long run.
Remember that the next time you feel sorry for a Muslim woman.

R. Stevenson
North York

True Elegance is Modesty, True Elegance is Mental Elegance

Maktub!

The Lone Writer

Words of Wisdom....

2007-12-16T22:26:00.000+02:00

Abu Hurairah Radhi Allahu Anhu narrates that Nabi Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam said : "A man is on the religion of his friend. Therefore, be careful who you befriend." (Tirmidhi, Abu Dawood)
Commentary :
Companionship and environment have an effect upon a person. A person who remains in an itr shop for a while will come out with a sweet smell emitting from his body and clothes. Similarly a person sitting close to fire will be affected with the smoke. Similarly, friends encourage each other towards a similar path. Good company encourages one to do good and evil company encourages evil. It is advisable to be in the company of the pious so that one is encouraged towards good actions

A very good friend of mine sent this to me in an email and I think is a fundamental truth. Its been on my mind for awhile now so I thought I would share it with the rest of you. Its akin to the English saying "Birds of a feather flock together" but I think its more powerful especially with the commentary. A person is judged by the friends they keep, no matter how different you may be from your friends, if they do something that is seen as unbecoming then that stigma is placed on you. It doesn't matter whether its a rumor, people always will use the adage "Where there is smoke there is fire" and always think the worse. Its harsh but one has to be careful with the company one keeps and should know exactly who are friends and who are the "users".

I feel this can be used or adapted to include the person who you choose to spend the rest of your life with. Love only takes you so far, you have to choose a person who will not just give up at the first sign of trouble, someone who will stick through the tough times and someone who will help you grow and reach your full potential. Of course love is important but what about compatibility. (yes r I'm leaning towards compatibility) Someone that will learn to love your little idiosyncrasy's that are not apparent at first. Now this is turning into a tangent, and deserves a blog post on its own.

Maktub
The Lone Writer

We Interrupt this silence to bring you a special message...

2007-12-15T12:47:00.000+02:00

Now that was longer than expected.
The BEST OF PLANNERS stepped in

Vanished?
I think NOT!

Change?
Yes

For the Better?
?

Life's Lessons Learned?
Grief and Sorrow

Inspiration is wonderful when it happens, but the writer must develop an approach for the rest of the time... The wait is simply too long.: Leonard Bernstein (1918 - 1990)

A New Beginning
The Beginning of the End

MAKTUB!

Divergent paths....

2007-09-09T13:19:00.000+02:00

X: We are finally here.....the end of our journey!
Y: Where??....I don't see the end.

X: We are here...the place we have been searching for, cant you see it?
Y What are you talking about?...All I see in front of me are ruins and a scorched road. The same things we have passed and have seen since we started this journey.

X: What? Are you telling me you cant see the glistening towers and marble road. Can you not see the trees in bloom and the birds singing...can you not see the splendor and wonder in front of you?
Y: No! I do not see your hallucination!..... Why are you lying?..... Has the journey finally taken its toll on you?
Those towers are decrepit and forgotten, the trees are dead and the smell of the birds corpses are nauseating. I only see what has plagued us...Our Dream! Come lets continue walking

X: But? But? This cant be how cant you see this? Are my eyes deceiving me? or are yours?
Y: No Friend my eyes see clearly in this darkness. Madness has not taken me yet, she will have to try harder to capture my mind. I see the light but it is not here it is further.....much further.

X: Walk with me a little further just to the gates and you shall see. Your eyes are so use to the darkness that you cannot embrace what is right in front of you. Come my friend!

(They walk a little further)

X: Ah! now I am sure you can see it. Its all our dreams realized we are finally here. Our patience has paid off
Y: No Friend. I cant see what you seem to believe is true and real. To me its a graveyard and to you it is a garden in bloom. It can only be one answer to this riddle

X: Does this mean........
Y: Yes it does my friend. Your journey is at an end. It seems our visions of happiness were destined to happen at different times and places.

(They stare at each other for a moment. One basking in the light of his paradise, the other shrouded in darkness and uncertainty)

Y: I didn't think it would come to this my friend.

(X looks at the glistening towers, looking directly into his future )

X: Will you continue alone?.....I could come with you......

(X turns to look at Y only to be faced with the darkness. Y has gone. With his back facing X, Y walks into the darkness, becoming smaller and smaller as he heads for the horizon.)

Y: (Shouts out) Goodbye my friend...... Our paths will cross one day, but this is not that day..... this is something I must do on my own.

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Poetry Corner

2007-08-21T23:15:00.000+02:00

A Dream within a Dream

Edgar Allan Poe

(1850)

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

I haven't posted in awhile, been busy with studies but I will post something meaningful soon. Just thought I would share with you guys one of my favourite poems.

I love the whole Fantasy/reality dynamic though as a complete laymen in poetry analysis I will leave the in depth analyzing to the professionals. However as a layman for me the second stanza stands out. Our dreams are just like grains of sand, numerous and each one unique.Just like sand they can be blown away by the slightest problematic "gust" of life; usually these "gusts" occur all year around which can be highly annoying. Certain dreams no matter how hard we hold on to them just slip away with time, its never meant to be, whether it be in life or love some dreams are just one step too far. Think the worst thing is actually accepting and learning to deal with the loss of a dream and the period after where you have to fall back on "Plan B" or begin the tedious journey of formulating a new dream. The realization that some dreams are in fact merely dreams is the key. So hope you enjoyed it.

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

cough Judgmental cough

2007-08-12T00:00:00.000+02:00

Dear Blog_Critic

I thank you for your tremendous contribution to this blog. Through your comments which are laced with vindictive, malicious sarcasm I have realized that you are a very judgmental person who merely feels an innate desire to criticize others so that you can some how feel high and mighty about yourself. I completely understand that you have nothing else of substance to write about so being a blog critic was the next best thing which you seem to have embraced with the dedication of a shaolin monk. You don't seem to be able to be accepting of anything that is not in accordance with your subjective opinion on what constitutes quality and blatantly degrade and put down those that do not conform with these subjective values which you hold so dear.

You are a destructive critic who pounces on the smallest deficiency in a persons writing and in doing so somehow feel as if you are doing a public service. I assure that your opinion with regards to my writing or anyone else's is not wanted or needed as you don't really matter in our lives. Of course we don't mean anything in your life yet you still feel it necessary to bombard some of us with your comments, this I do not understand and I think you over estimate your importance in this blogosphere. I know the answer will be that "if you write crap expect to hear about it", but your blog or lack thereof states that you don't comment on blogs you don't like so again you contradict yourself as you clearly don't like my blog as it bores you. Do you think it concerns me if you are bored? I think not.

I don't expect you to stop with your comments and constant assumptions that some of us are somehow inferior to yourself and that we are retards and that we should think before we write. You seem to take blogging seriously so I will leave you to it...in fact I'll give you a pat on the back for finding your purpose in life, not many can say that and im sure since you are someone of extreme intelligence that you have realized this.

However in your attempt at being antagonistic I can see some hint of constructive criticism, which coming from you is amazing. You may have a point that my writing has lacked that something and I will be the first to admit that my grammar and spelling recently has been atrocious. However this is due to the fact that unlike your supreme self I haven't had time to proof read my posts or spell check them or be bothered since I've been a tad bit busy in real life. So pardon my human flaws we don't all aspire to be someone such as yourself, perfect and all knowing. I find blogging therapeutic so hence I've been blogging on a whim and rambling even, do I need your permission to that? Again I think not.

My intention in my last post was not to showcase how perfect my life is, which it isn't, but was to allude to the point that this world is a mad one where one can experience ups and downs and that no matter how well things are going one cannot forget the hard times. I apologize for experiencing some happiness in my life, ill be sure to check with you first before I do again.

So I thank you for that comment of yours and I will try to rectify my writing to my standards and not yours, but I still feel your aim is clearly to antagonize people and to get a reaction. Yes this is a reaction and I'm sure your harem of blog friends will descend upon this post and blog like vultures picking it apart. They are free to do so, whilst giggling and laughing at my stupidity and lack of a brain.

I know im not perfect and I know that I never will be, but do you know this about yourself?

Now have your opinion but this will be my last and only response to your opinions.

It is not advisable, James, to venture unsolicited opinions. You should spare yourself the embarrassing discovery of their exact value to your listener.Ayn Rand (1905 - 1982), Atlas Shrugged, 1957

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

It's a Mad Mad World....

2007-08-06T20:54:00.000+02:00

I am sure that everybody on this beautiful planet (Global warming aside), has at some time or the other had a song just stick in their head and play over and over and over again until it becomes annoyingly infuriating. That happens to me a lot and usually it’s the most annoying song imaginable. However for the past 2 days I've thoroughly enjoyed the song that has infested my cranial cavity and resonated through my soul (My God that was almost a sign of intelligence on my part).

The song "Mad World" by Gary Jules is an extremely powerful song. The words are not drowned out by the music but are perfectly complimented to add to the general ambiance of the song which sends shivers down ones spine.

The world is truly mad yet if it wasn't would we have anything to wake up to in the morning? The ups and downs, the insanity and sanity, the trials and tribulations and of course the hardships that never seem to end. However it’s also filled with moments where just when you think you may be loosing your grip and you are going to fail it suddenly all comes back into focus and with extreme clarity the answer presents itself or the situation doesn’t seem so bad. All this however helps one grow and mature as a person so that when the next problem arises we are equipped with the mental maturity to deal with it. Ok i may be rambling...

My life, as all of ours, has seen moments of extreme "bleakness" where nothing seems to go right. You just take hits after hits and are expected to get up and carry on being a punching bag for a society which has a warped sense of values. You speak to people because bottling these emotions up are dangerous and they all tell you the same thing ..."just be patient"..."what’s meant to happen will happen". The same old version is just regurgitated and thrown into your face time and time again.....mildly annoying I must admit.

However there may be something to this patience thing. "Things come to those who wait" and with the grace and wisdom of the Almighty I can finally see the patience paying off and my life falling into place. Its an exciting time, not everything is peachy but im starting to see the rainbow at the end of the storm. We should never forget where we came from or how we managed to get to a certain stage in life. Sometimes we can loose focus and get cocky and attempt to fly only to have our wings clipped. I know I haven’t encapsulated what I truly feel in this piece but this song is powerful none the less. Of course I have taken a somewhat ego centric look at this mad World but please forgive me, I know that im one of the fortunate ones and that to millions out there this world is truly mad as well as unforgiving and merciless.

Here are the lyrics to the song enjoy:

"Mad World"

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Working Class Hero...

2007-08-01T21:11:00.001+02:00

I've always been a fan of classic music and the the original version of "Working Class Hero" by John Lennon is no exception. However this Cover by Green day just blew me away. Its a great song with a powerful message thats just been amplified by Green Day. Notice the tribute to John Lennon at the end of the song....Enjoy

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom. Bob Dylan (1941 - )

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Compiling My Freedom.....

2007-07-22T20:44:00.000+02:00

I haven't posted anything for about two weeks and I do apologize for my lack of activity. It was due to a certain amount of blogger block and the fact that my vacation work exceeded all expectations and kept me busy for the two weeks.

The vacation program was a mixture of hard work and fun. It didnt mask the fact that the life of an attorney/lawyer in a big firm is not a easy ride and you have to be prepared to work extremely hard if you intend to make it in a world where you cant afford to blink, without being eaten alive. I was under no illusions that this was the case as everything in this world worth having is an uphill battle and is never easy. You have to struggle for success and take the knocks one blow at a time and be ready to lift your head and be counted when the going gets tough.

This corporate environment is daunting however I enjoyed every moment. We (the vac students) were taken as colleagues and not subordinates. I got a hands on experience of what awaits me. The 2 weeks has helped me focus and realize that even though the stress and the long work hours are a drawbacks its what I want to do. Its in front of me now and all I have to do is grab it with both hands and I intend doing that.

I also got to meet alot of new people, made tons of new friends and even had the privileged of chatting to Justice Yvonne Mokgoro of the Constitutional Court of South Africa, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and she is an amazing person, the type that grabs your undivided attention the minute they open their mouths, a truly inspirational person. If you are in Johannesburg and havent visited the constitutional court and the surrounding museum (being the old fort prison where both Mandela and Gandhi were imprisoned) then I strongly suggest you do as it truly reminds you what it is to be South African and that we owe our freedom to so many brave souls that gave their lives so that we could enjoy ours.

The Constitutional Court was definitely a highlight of the two weeks and is something ill never forget. It shows one how far South Africa has come from being divided by the colour line. People who say "Nothing has changed" are ignorant of the fact that today we dont have to carry a "pass" to move around, we can go and use any facility without seeing signs saying "white only", even sitting on a bench was segregated. We are free and some of us take that freedom for granted. We must always look to the future without forgetting the past for it is where we come from and shows us where we should be going.

The great selection of art work at the Constitutional Court is amazing and one in particular stuck with me. Its called 'The Blue Dress' by Judith Mason. Listening to a radio report on the commission, Mason was moved by a story about an African woman whose body had been discovered after the security police had executed her. Her body was found naked in a shallow grave except for a piece of plastic covering her private parts. The policeman who shot her in the head described how brave she had been - she had asked if she could kneel and sing Nkosi Sikelele before she was executed.The dress is made out of blue rubbish bags and the painting that go with it together with the inscription on the bottom of the dress make it a moving piece. The inscription reads :

"Sister, a plastic bag may not be the whole armour of God, but you were wrestling with flesh and blood, and against powers, against the rulers of darkness, against spiritual wickedness in sordid places. Your weapons were your silence and a piece of rubbish. Finding that bag and wearing it until you were disinterred is such a frugal, common-sensical, house-wifely thing to do, an ordinary act… At some level you shamed your capturers, and they did not compound their abuse of you by stripping you a second time. Yet they killed you. We only know your story because a sniggering man remembered how brave you were. Memorials to your courage are everywhere; they blow about in the streets and drift on the tide and cling to thorn-bushes. This dress is made from some of them. Hamba kahle. Umkhonto."

Even now when I read that I am moved, I cant explain it. Its very powerful.

So just as the people of this country fought and struggled to acquire their freedom I shall do the same in compiling my freedom by striving to be the best in my chosen profession. If i can touch the heart of only one person and make a difference in their lives before My time on this earth expires I would have led a good life. Inshallah (God Willing) I can fulfill this Goal of mine and Inshallah we all can make a difference in this world.

I'll end with a saying by Nelson Mandela

During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to the struggle of the African people. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.

May the spirit of Ubuntu flow through us all
The Lone Writer

Working Class!

2007-07-08T20:45:00.000+02:00

This is the eve before I take my first small step into the working world and one giant leap into the next stage of my life...ok so I modified neil amstrong's saying and its not as profound as him but still its a profound moment for me oh and its also slightly dramatic.

I start Vac work at a big firm this week and im so excited yet very nervous. I didnt think I would get vac work in the first place but shukr just after my last paper the firm phoned me and invited me to join them on their vac work programme. So naturally I jumped at the opportunity as only the Allmighty can bestow you with such an opportunity and I intend to grab it with both hands.

So the Kman (talking about myself in the third person...hmmm im starting to question my mental health.) will have to be kit out in a suit and be on his best behaviour, and have to woo my potential future employees....aka im going to have to suck butt, plain and simple. But as most of you know I can be a chatterbox so I think ill do ok, hopefully i wont be stuck up a creek without a paddle.

Please keep me in your duas (prayers) and wish me luck im going to need it. I'll keep you updated as to my travels in the working world...some more than others... :)

Kuwabara,Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Once upon a time in DURBAN.....

2007-07-03T22:21:00.000+02:00

As most of you know I was in durban this past weekend and boy did I have a blast. I havent been to durban in like 6 years or so not sure im getting old so the memories are going....hehe So I left O.R Tambo on friday at 4pm, filled with expectation and nerves hoping to have a good time and meet great people. I needed the break but I think the main purpose of the weekend was to meet up with the durban bloggers. The Jhb bloggers have a thing or two to learn about throwing a blog meet as this blog meet was awesome and the people were great, even the non bloggers.

The blog meet was held at 2GO in musgrave, well it could have been held at the bottom of the indian ocean and it would have still have been a blast. I got to the place and was immediately greeted very warmly by zahira (Awesomeness personified) and from there the night just got better. I met r (The VIP), mak(on the frontlines), saf (the mastermind of this great event), MJ (MA BOI !!!!!), Dew(the very sweet girl who had a hard time hearing with her scarf and has seemed to have deleted her blog hmmm), Qdee (Very nice red jacket), Joe (Very cool girl who probably thinks im weird), and waseem (The man!) . Also in attendance were BB and master of chi . Ok have I forgotten anyone if i have I do apologise. It was a blast hey I got a chance to chat with everyone and got to probably make everyone laugh with me or at me (the latter was more then often what happened). My accent was laughed at lol, that was surprising since in jhb the durbs accent is laughed at, so it was a role reversal which was pretty funny, good fun. So just want to thank safiyya for setting it up, I will return the favour for any of you guys when you come up to jhb, you guys have to come up to jhb.

Well after friday the weekend couldnt get any better but it was still great thanks to my travel buddies. I met some of the bloggers I met at the meet again during the weekend (zahira, r and saf) and I also met shirbit(thanks you too sweet) and joe.

It was really sad leaving and i wished i could stay longer. I hope to make another trip again to meet all my Durbs FRIENDS again :) I even miss waking up to the sound of the ocean. Missing you guys already and even your guys accents hehe.

Will leave you with a few pictures I took:

The View from the Hotel

A sand crocodile, it almost took my arm off!

Ok look at the cream bakkie..look at the door near the door handle can you see a padlock bolted to the car door?

THE WORSE FREAKIN RADIO DECK IN THE WORLD

The ocean, it calls to me! I didnt like the beach before but now im converted :)

Hope you guys come upto jhb

Kuwabara,Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Oh PS..check the bloggers choice award sign above my profile, please click it and vote for me :) get your friends to vote, just vote. :) thanks

The last straw

2007-06-27T21:22:00.000+02:00

You know I always try be friendly with everyone.......the good guy, the diplomat, the guy who doesnt take things seriously, his sweet he wont mind.....but im done with that. I am through being nice to people and just being stepped on repeatedly because im the good nice guy...and he wont mind. Being nice and honest is a complete waste? I dont know yet maybe you can tell me. Ok you can see this is a ranting post, its been bugging me and well as the topic says this is the final straw.

No matter what happens between people I feel that just as a common courtesy you should atleast greet and inquire if they are ok....you know be polite. But it seems that being polite and having manners especially in the Indian muslim community is a waste. Its not looked at as something to value but as something to take advantage of. If someone is nice you push them as far as you can because you know they won’t retaliate. Having manners is the exception not the norm. Im not saying that im a bastion of civility but atleast I try and refrain from being rude and stepping over people to get ahead in life or just for the heck of it because its fun.

I met some "people" (they are not human) the other day that I havent seen in a long time. Now they not what I would call my friends nor people I would willingly associate with ...wait I would never associate with them even if you threatened to stick a steak knife which is on fire into my eye. So since I knew them as a courtesy a decided to greet and make small talk, the last time ever do that. This one person in particular is the most childish, immature person I have ever come across and I hate the fact that I ever got to know this person. His rich and married and what not but the man is a complete jackass and because im still studying there is something wrong with me. It was as if I was transported to a place where idiots reign........hmmmm or have I always been in this place. And why was I subjected to this fool, because im nice, bleh.

This next paragraph wont flow

You can be the sweetest most caring good guy, that would do anything for a person but that means squat. You can be the guy thats "perfect" that is not like the norm that is different and that treats women with the respect and decency they deserve and it will mean nothing. You can be thoughtful, considerate, and understanding yet you are nothing more than some guy. You will be there for them at a drop of a hat and you will be willing to rip your heart out for them, but it would be a waste of blood and effort. You could do nothing wrong but you will still be kicked in the teeth and left stranded in some vortex of nothingness. Im tired of waiting, im tired of being patient and im tired of never having the chance, or rather im never given the chance.

But as much as I say im tired and contemplate changing and being something that im not...thats the thing I cant be something that im not so I will remain the way I am for that is who I am. People who know me well know that im much more friendlier and bubbly, I talk alot...too much at times.... and well I have broken the last remnants of my shell that shackled me for so long( oh boy now dont I sound all deep and wise).

I will be patient, I will still be the good guy, I will still have my manners and I will still be polite but i am well aware of the fact that

"Nice Guys finish Last"

Kuwabara, Kuwabara....hmmm this doesnt work
The Lone Writer

IT SNOWED!!!!

2007-06-27T19:00:00.000+02:00

My back yard covered in snow

Then they arrived...a hula snow girl and her cabana boy..strange you will agree.

He seemed the better of the two...they just stood there the entire day looking out at the horizon waiting..it was fascinating to watch...

I have finally seen snow...I am blessed....keep in mind those homeless people. The snow was not a beauty but a death and a hardship.

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Post Exam Rant......Durbs?

2007-06-18T23:17:00.000+02:00

So the dust settles on yet another exam period. Like an atomic bomb the period before it goes off is filled with anxiety and dread then the bomb goes off and you are caught up in the shockwaves and the deafening silence, left to do nothing but wait for the blast to stop and for the dust to finally settle. I dont know if that made sence but as the topic states this is merely a collection of words in sequence...basically a post exam rant.

Ok so due to fatima's dislike of my Exam updates I stopped them, though I really didnt have time to post anything because I was so busy studying. I calculated that I studies around 10hours a day! Yet I still get such shocking marks.........there is a difference between being intelligent and working hard, im a hard worker. Hope the hard work pays off.

Last week was hecticly hectic! I really didnt think I was going to get through it and went completely blank in one paper (so wrote that off). I wrote final paper today, was tough but I survived. However after the paper i got invited to a good law firm for vacation work, so was really happy about that. The Almight has this nack that when everything seems to be going down the drain HE manages to give you something that makes it all worth it, it could be a new opportunity, a new friend, just something anything that reminds you that you are blessed. So guys my exams are over but please make dua that I do really well :) thanks

So I to have been suffering from P.I.S (Priority Inversion Syndrome) however I have been pissing alot, not pissing and moaning, actually urinating, however thats because of the cold and not a weak bladder. Ok this post not making sense so let me say what I wanted to say:

"I have a dream that one day this nation.......hehe no not really lol im not going to give a speech lol

Ok I got to announce this officially I think its good good news well im looking forward to it:

The Kman in his official capacity as JHB blog emissary and as a friend will be coming to

DURBAN

Yes the Kman (I got to stop refering to myself in the third person) will be in durban from the 29th to june to the 2nd of july. Hopefully I can meet up with some of the durbs bloggers and we can have ourselves a good old fashion blog meet :) Looking forward to it :)

The Kman is coming to durbs
The Lone Writer

Exam Update: "Property Now"

2007-06-09T22:56:00.000+02:00

Im suppose to be studying criminal law now but blogging is far more realxing and I need to calm my nerves, anyone who has done criminal law will sympathize with me....if you dont then I hope your Actus Reas and Mens Reas dont coincide and you have to prove contempreneity (yes a lawyer thing)

Ok so an update on my property paper which I wrote yesterday....well you know when you have pins and needles in your legs or your arms and its so uncomfortable and a painful that you cant move and just want it to stop and stretch out...................well this paper was nothing like that :) I was able to answer the theory questions well, I wont do amazingly good but I will pass. Inshallah Make dua.

However funny thing happened whilst I was studying. Well in certain cases parties are Applicants v Respondents (I wont go into any detail) and in the explanation of the cases the parties are refered to in short as "A" and "R". So im studying and when I read "R instituted a rei vindicatio" and My mind flew to blogging and in particular "r from Rhymes with Silver. Lol know im mad but thanks for the laugh and the moments break r :)

Paper: Property Law

Outcome and potential Damage: Not as painful as a tooth extraction or as gentle as a bunny rabbit

Question of the day: Mandament van spolie just rolls of the tongue in such a pleasant manner dont you think?

Song that played my mind: 30 seconds to Mars - The story

Annoyance of note : A winnie mandela impersonator sitting infront of me....I was expecting stompie to jump out of that head gear...and scream IM BACK!

This next week is hectic, succession on tuesday @2, criminal on wednesday @8 and criminal procedure on friday @2
.... hope I can survive.........

I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun....
The Lone Writer

Exam Update: "The Civil Inquisition"

2007-06-04T23:01:00.000+02:00

Ok I cant stay away from blogging so shoot me or sue me! (Just use the correct procedure......ok thats a civil procedure attempted joke....ok I should stop and close this bracket...)

So I wrote civil procedure today and honestly I have no clue why but I didnt feel this nervous for a paper since matric maths (I hate numbers....here I go with the damn brackets)....I was scared literally shitless. I assumed the worse and was panicking. Guess its an important subject and I need to do well in it in order to be a good lawyer/liar so maybe thats the reason. So I went to write at 8 this morning and im calmed my nerves with some classic FM and just getting into the mode and then you get people who ask you indepth questions 5 minutes before the paper...AAAAAAAH.... I hate that, you stressing and the information in your head is spinning around like a tornado and you can barely remember your name but this person asks you something that not even steven hawkings can theorise about. The last thing you need is someone confusing your already confused mind.

This is really a pointless discourse. Im just a bloggerholic :P

Paper: Civil Procedure

Outcome and potential Damage: Better than expected , actually enjoyed the challenge, Damage to my temporal lobe

Question of the day: What the hell is an edictual citation and why am I suddenly in a mood for a tuna sandwich?

Song that played my mind: Beethoven's 5th symphony in C minor and Tchaikovsky - Swan Lake

Conversation of note :
x- whats your next paper?
me- property law
x- so do you learn the law of property and stuff and how to build houses?
me- I got to go.

Well have another update soon.....keep checking

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Procrastination.......

2007-05-31T21:54:00.000+02:00

So I was studying civil procedure today....or rather drooling on the textbook. (Yes I admitted to drooling) So I decide to take a break and switch the tele on. So usually it would watch E entertainment (THATS HOT) , cartoon network, or a sports channel so that I relax my brain. So i took a gander at the programme guide and saw Al Jazeera english on dstv. So Im watching and they show this adorable video. Cutest video ive seen. The Kid is a natural belly dancer. Enjoy :)

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

The Cold Constitution

2007-05-26T10:19:00.000+02:00

The Constitution of the Democratic Republic of SOUTH AFRICA......./me cues the national anthem and a feeling of national pride... oh and you can picture the national flag in your head. Its something that this country and specially legal academics and politicians are very proud of. We all should be proud of it considering our rather less than happy past. Now im not going into the whole debate as to whether the constitution protects the rights of criminals more than innocent citizens because it doesnt.. it protects as all and affords us with rights that our parents and grandparents living in this country never had. So before I get told the constitution is nothing great I'll be the first to admit that its not perfect but honestly what is perfect.

Now why on earth would I blog on the constitution well I wrote constitutional law yesterday and this is part of the healing process were I "De-Constitutionalise" myself and get ready for my next paper. (Its a process so humor me ok) Now for abit of a rant I really loath studying the constitution its so monotonously boring and useless. You have to read articles written by bored men theorising about theories that only they understand. If you can read a 80 page constitutional article or any article on constitutional theory then honestly War and Peace is childs play. (No offence to those literary fundies out there). I just feel that basically constitutional law whilst it is based on the constitution is also alot of thumb suck. The judges feel it necessary to make judgements of over 100pages I mean WHY! DO THEY HAVE NO LIVES!. Do they like their own opinions so much or just have this completely sadistic nature that they feel the need to inflict hardship on poor law students......ok ill calm down....

When certain people mention/read the Constitution and how wonderfully democratic our country is they honestly seem to experience what I can only label as an "Constitutional Orgasm" With the reading of every section they seem to get more excited and flushed. "Section 7(1) enshrines the bill of rights....OOOOOOH.....my word is'nt this a naught constitution....... Think I need a cigarette... but wait lets read another section" Jeez for these people (case in point my lecturer) it should be "sextions" not "sections" of the constitution. She makes it sound sometimes like she sleeps with the constitution and undertakes indecent activities with it, that hows passionate she is, now thats gross misconduct dont you think?

Ok I think Im almost done de-constitutionalising. On another note how cold has it been lately I mean I know this is lame but who left the freeser open? I've had the displeasure of studying it for the past week in which it has been so cold I could have sworn I saw polar bears running around Joburg. Its been horrible to study in this cold you just want to curl upon the sofa with a blanket some hot popcorn and watch movies all day. Ah now thats the life.

Well guys My posts may be few and far between until the 20th of June or so. Please make dua for me that my exams go well and that I will do well. I write on the 4,8,12,13,15, and 18th of June so im up a creek without a paddle so please your duas will be appreciated. Thanks for helping in my process of De constitutionalising. I'll see you guys on the other side, keep the faith and enjoy life. :)

Um Shiniwam!!!!
The Lone Writer

Brain Smoothie

2007-05-20T10:28:00.001+02:00

Dont think too much It hurts!

The blades spin churning up the past.

The past ruins exposed leading to ruin.

Thrown back to forgotten times.

Thoughts dissected, manipulated, eviscerated

Conclusions raised, hope disturbed.

Confusion reigns supreme.

The Mind plays a dangerous game.

Leads to self Doubt.

More Thinking Required.

Who can enjoy this smoothie its bitter.

Can I have one order of superpowers...extra spicy.

2007-05-18T21:41:00.000+02:00

Checked this test on Waseem's blog s thought I would give it a go...... And low and behold look who I am :

Your results:
You are Superman

Superman		80%
Spider-Man		70%
Green Lantern		60%
The Flash		60%
Robin		55%
Supergirl		45%
Iron Man		40%
Wonder Woman		35%
Hulk		35%
Catwoman		30%
Batman		25%

You are mild-mannered, good,
strong and you love to help others.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz

Me superman lol does changing diapers make me superman? lol I think im more clark kent than superman. Pardon the appearance of the post.

Kuwabara Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Tribute to Mothers

2007-05-13T18:13:00.000+02:00

A blessing upon us.
She is strong,
She is Compassionate,
She is a Mother.

Her love all encompassing.
She Is Beautiful,
She is protective,
She is a Mother.

Our best interests are her priority.
She is an inspiration,
She is our pillar of strength.
She is a Mother.

She raised us.
She is a sculpter,
She moulds us
She is a Mother.

Heaven Lies beneath her feet.
She deserves your respect,
She cannot be forgotten
She is your Mother.

I have always loved that picture since I got it. Its so pure, beautiful, protective and powerful. It shows what a mother can be. A mothers instinct is ingrained and only reserved for her children. Mothers deserve all the love and respect we can give them. Lots of women these days (and im generalizing) feel that when they get married and have kids they somehow loose their independence and "freedom". I completely disagree being a mother is no small feat and thinking that its below the societal norm of what a women is suppose to be is an insult to the very institution that is motherhood. Its a slap in the face of your mother, it minimizes her struggle to raise you and throws it to the way side to be taken for granted. Women you should be proud.

Well hopefully you all had a great Mothers day and treated your mothers to something special.

Happy Mothers Day
The Lone Writer

Cheek to Cheek...

2007-05-07T22:53:00.000+02:00

This may be a lazy post you are for warned.....

Since exams are soon I've now placed myself on a self imposed House arrest so that I can study. So I intend studying but why study when procrastinating is so much more easier? But anyways I did study and actually understood stuff that seemed like it was written in arameic and you needed to solve a rubics cube to unlock its secrets. So on saturday night I was at home (sad hey who stays on home on a saturday? I assure you I dont have a comic collection nor do I refer to myself In the third person... Im fairly normal.) so decided to watch the Green Mile. Its one of my al time favorites and is an awesome movie, so I highly recommend it to those of you who havent seen it. Though If you thought Too Fast too Furious or one of its sequels were oscar worthy than please dont watch the Green Mile, it may cause Cerebral Hemorrhaging and you may actually go blind, so for those please STAY AWAY!

Was a great movie and throughly enjoyed it though hate watching a movie on SABC because the adverts ruin it and make an already long movie titanic (No no not that movie with the big boat... concentrate focus! there we go now continue reading:) So there was this song in the movie "Cheek to Cheek" By Fred Astaire and since that night I cant get it out of my head. Its a wonderful song and usually I get irritated when a song clings to my brain but with this song the minute i like voice the words i get happy its like weird.

So decided to check the lyrics and they to me and simple yet beautiful and romantic here read it for yourself:

Heaven, I'm in Heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek.

Heaven, I'm in Heaven,
And the cares that hang around me thro' the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak
When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek.

Oh! I love to climb a mountain,
And to reach the highest peak,
But it doesn't thrill me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek.

Oh! I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek,
But I don't enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek.

Dance with me
I want my arm about you;
The charm about you
Will carry me thro' to Heaven

I'm in Heaven,
and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

I dont know am I being a hopeless romantic or am I exaggerating? you decide. But I think its beautiful. If reading is not your thing (Why in the blue hell are you reading blogs then? ) Then watch Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers Dance Cheek to Cheek Enjoy :) I am so going to dance with someone just like this one day if im so lucky :)

I want to Dance Now
The Lone Writer

Top 10 Wrestlers Of All Time!

2007-05-03T20:25:00.000+02:00

FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the KMAN and MJ have collaborated on a List of such INTENSITY and MAGNITUDE that it may shake the very foundation. This has not been witnessed before. So I present the Top 10 Wrestlers of all Time. This post is definately not for everyone and especially those who mock wrestling and dont see it for what it is, Entertainment. And if MJ and Myself Need to Get Laid so be It :)

10

Andre the Giant: Who can forget the size of this man. He suffered from a condition called agromegaly or gigantism and boy was he a Giant. A true Legend.

9

Mankind, Mick Foley, Cactus Jack, Dude Love whoever this psycho was he is a hardcore legend. I hated him when he first came on the seen but he literally put his body on the line for this "sport". No ear and constantly pulling out his hair, who can forget undertaker throwing him off the stell cage to the sound of JR "OH MY GOD"

8.

Kurt Angle WOOOOOOOOOOO. This former olympic gold medalist was one of the best in ring tactcians ever. He Commanded the ring and had the intensity,integrity and intelligence to match.

7.

The Undertaker, The Deadman. Not matter if you a wrestling fan or you stopped watching a long time ago you remember the Deadman. A legend before he retires he is still on top of his Game. Remeber the area going black and then the Bell tolls. Rest in Peace.

6.

WHATCH GONNA DO BROTHER WHEN HULKAMANIA RUNS WILD OVER YOU!!!!. yaah its ok to admit that you were a Hulkamanic once. He was the first wrestler to dabble in Hollywood with with fairly limited success (I mean his movies were horrible). Those pythons and his famous Leg Drop and his legendary slamming of the collosus Andre the Giant. He is a Hall of Famer.

5.
The Heartbreak Kid Shaun Micheals. He put away the debate whether a small guy could make it as a wrestler. What he didnt make up in muscle he made up in sheer determination and intesitinal fortitude. He introduced us to skinning the cat and he tuned up the band and is the master of the sweet Chin Music. He deserves the title of THE SHOW STOPPER!.

4.

CAN YOU SMELLLLLLLLLALALALALALA WHAT THE ROCK !!! IS COOKING. The most electricfying superstar of our time. The people champion wowed us with his skill and ability in the ring and dazzled us with his showmanship out of it. No body can talk smack like the Rock because he will lay the smackdown on your candy ass. Slipped to number 4 because of his Hollywood status.

3.
Its time to play the GAME!. When any competitor got into the ring with Triple H they knew they were in a fight. Triple H was usually the bad guy, but he made it fun. He had the ability and "the pedigree" to beat anybody (with some underhand tactics) but non the less he is the KING of them all and has won everything that the wrestling world has to offer. GAME OVER!

2."The Excellence of Execution" (originally dubbed as such by Gorilla Monsoon) and perhaps the most resounding, "The best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be". Sheer poetry in motion when he was in the ring. He used brains over power and was THAT DAMN GOOD. Need I say more.

1.
(BREAKING GLASS) Stone Cold Steve Austin was one of the toughest SOB's to ever grace a wrestling ring. Did what he wanted when he wanted to and raised hell. Stomping mudholes in opponents and just disrespecting them you messed with the rattlesnake at your own peril. His feud with the Vince was legendary and he never was put on the back foot. Using the Stunner like it was the norm Austin 3:16 is a legend.

And thats it So the Question I ask you is

Watcha gonna do when Kman and MJ Run Over you, Brotha!
The Lone Writer

Chicken Run....

2007-04-25T23:25:00.000+02:00

Today I had to satisfy this totally ravenous desire to have Hot Wings from Chicken licken. I couldn’t take it any more I just had to have them. I've been thinking about having some from last week Thursday and I haven’t gotten the opportunity and today i couldnt take it I just had to go get some. They are just so damn Good. So I decided:

This is when I get my chicken wings. This is wear they are devoured
A day to be Remembered for the wings will be mine.

So I Finished lectures and after gym (yes im still going to the gym woooohoo) I make my way to my car and im stopped by two annoying people asking me about notes for the entire year and im like WTF! so I tell them

Normally, both your asses would be ignored, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period trying to get some fried chicken wings so I don't wanna be rude, I wanna help you. But I can't give you my notes, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over these notes to hand it over to your dumb ass.

So I’m about to go and this one dumb ass has the nerve to ask me whats my name! He wants my notes but doesn’t know my name so I say

My name is Mohamed, commander of the left wing of the law library, General of the postgraduates, loyal servant to the best chicken wing maker, chicken Licken. . And I will have my Chicken Wings, in this life or the next.

In utter disbelief they slowly walk away but the one mumbles.

If you go, where shall I get the notes? What shall I do?

To that I reply

Frankly, Dumbass, I don't give a damn or a chicken wing.

So get to my car and drive to chicken licken thinking

I'm gonna make them an offer they can't refuse.

I get there all excited and this fairly depressed looking waitress ask me for my order but she made me feel like she was doing me a favour so I say

You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK I'll have 12 chicken wings please :)

I waited patiently, the seconds left like minutes, the minutes felt like hours, and the hours felt like days so you get the picture, this was also in fordsburg square so my ears were being bombarded by the likes of asha bhosle and the numerous other playback singers.

10minutes later parched, hallucinating and a possible bad case of rickets due to the time that had to pass the lady called my order number. I leapt to my feet

SHOW ME MY CHICKEN WINGS

I calmed down. The lady gave me my order I check the contents then held it tight,

Its mine... My own.....My chicken Wings

I smiled at the waitress in acknowledgement of her efforts in furthering the good name of chicken wings and said

Here's looking at you, kid.

I got a quizzical look but she knew what I meant.

Now my story is at an end. When will I have chicken Wings again I don’t know. What did it mean to me? Complete and utter taste bud satisfaction. So I will have them again its fate its destiny. There magic cannot be denied.

This afternoon I dined at Chicken Licken
The Lone Writer

P.S can you identify the movie quotes?

oh I drew this during class today doesnt it look like Jay kay from Jamiroquai

My Big Fat Greek Birthday.

2007-04-16T20:46:00.000+02:00

As you all know or maybe you dont but I turned 23 on Saturday and it was great. So this is the mandatory post birthday blog where I tell you what I did and what not.... oh Capital! I can see the excitment on your faces now accompanied by a small trickle of drool down the left side of your mouth as the first snore resonates of the walls of your current domicile. So lets get this show on the road.

I've never placed great significance on a birthday, I mean its merely another day closer to the end. So I hardly make a fuss about my birthday but its nice to know that people do care enough to let you know that they are thinking of you even if its just for that day or due to a forgotten reminder on their phones, and for me the thought behind it is what counts, not the gifts. Needless to say I did get chocolates and Im awaiting another gift from someone who shall not be mentioned :) but is like the sweetest ever :)

So I got a phone call before midnight (super sweet thanks A.L for being the first well wisher) and the messages by people trying to be the first to wish me happy birthday which always makes one feel extremely special. I even got well wishes on my chat box... how awesome is that.... :) Thanks guys. I dont have like hordes of friends but the friends I have are my friends for life and I would not swop them for all the gold in fort knox. So I needed a laugh so went to see MR BEAN lol.... Yes i know same old same old but its like nostalgic funny so I enjoyed that. Then one of the two highlights of my night was the Jhb Blog meeting, even though not everyone was present and apparently me bringing non bloggers along was abit of an issue (dont ask me I have no idea way) it was awesome. I could only stay for about and hour due to a previous engagement but I got to meet Fatima (The Sweet), Ruby (RUBY RUBY RUBY!) and BiBi-aisha (the RED) for the first time which was amazing so thanks alot ladies it was a pleasure. Whilst I was there I also got a speak to the one the only my greatest fan boy MJ!!!! Thanks man was really cool and you better come to Jhb.

So then the greek part of my evening started. I was wisked away to sandton to have supper at pappas (a greek resturant) with my friends and Bibi Aisha who decided to crash my party :p (you more than welcome to crash the next one). The food was ok, usually its brilliant but as usual the entertainment was awesome. They have a belly dancer (and this time she had these torches of fire) and this like traditional greek dancing and they encourage patron participation so it has a great atmosphere. I skipped dancing with the belly dancer (I had enough of that in egypt) so very uncharacteristically since it was my birthday I joined in the greek dancing! No skill was involved it was basically moving around in a circle arms on shoulders and doing a version of the can-can but it was so much fun, still cant believe I did It but I guess you surprise yourself everyday.

And that was it! pretty normal but I spent it with new friends from the blogosphere and old friends and that was the main thing and I wouldnt change it for anything. So thanks To the bloggers who i met and who wished me well on my blog (If im in Durbs I will definately check you guys out... I promise I dont bite anymore) and to my friends, you made my night a Special one.

Now im going to cry ..................BOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO hehehehehehehe NOT!!!

WHUUUPA!
The Lone Writer

Movie Trouble...Whilst Being a Famous Leader.

2007-04-13T19:35:00.000+02:00

Ah well now that was a hectic week and I’m glad it’s over. I have been meaning to post but The Turquand Rule aka Dew’s Rule (because she likes how it sounds :) kept me very busy. But I am free now, well at least till Monday……sigh im such a geek, friends call me a workaholic I cant really argue there so ill just keep quiet. But i am a bloggaholic so yaah hehe.

I watched 300 a week or so ago and it was great! Besides making me feel like im a tub of lard because those Spartans were truly built like Greek gods it was a really good movie well shot, very artistic and the battle scenes were poetry in motion, I really want to be a Spartan or rather KRATOS (MJ will agree with me). Ladies this is truly eye candy for you and something for the guys to aspire to (Check out the 300 workout). I watched it twice as with most good movies (I watched The Final Lord of the Rings 3 times in 48 hours…it was insane I came out feeling like a warrior of middle earth). and it was great. It falls in the realm of historical fantasy because the Battle of Themophylae did happen and the 300 spartans did stand against the mighty persians. And this battle happened around 430 B.C so the persians were not muslims and this movie is not anti islam.

The first time I watched it my friends and I ran into problems, not of our own doing but still it really dampened an otherwise fun night. Sterkinekor firstly sold us tickets online that included disabled seats which you may know consists of NO SEATS. So there were 5 of us and we only had 2 seats. We went to the inept management that didn’t help us. So went back to the cinema to try our luck and sit the seats next to ours in the hope that no one would pitch, however they did so I got up apologized and then contemplated where to sit. Now im sure this has happened to you before where you have been sitting in someone’s seats or vice versa and the usual thing is to apologies and move, no stress no hassle no fuss. There was nothing usual about this night and as I was walking away I was tapped on the shoulder by this guy and he proceeded to swear me and completely blow the situation out of proportion saying that how dare I sit in his seat and a whole lot of childish banter which I will not repeat and was getting in my face. Now he was out of line but still I apologized again but this crazy dude carried on causing a scene, he was with his girlfriend so I think he was trying to impress her...I dunno how though....Do you girls get impressed my idiots trying to act all macho and being idiotic?

So I really wasn’t in the mood so I walked out of the cinema with my friends went to management and they gave us tickets for the 10 show. So abit of drama but its an experience and I finally know that Neanderthals do exist, what a looser. A horrible movie experience I will not forget.

Oh while im at it I would like to Thank BB-Aisha for the tag... Heres the result...

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

TONIGHT I DINED AT KFC......
The Lone Writer

Tagalicious!

2007-04-05T22:50:00.000+02:00

Thanks to the One the only Ruby and the queen of the chat box, our chatbox celeb DEW! :)

1. Where is your cell phone? - In my car
2. Boyfriend/girlfriend? – very very single
3. Hair? – Black wavy hair
4. Your mother? – My eternal inspiration
5. Your father? – A worry wort
6. Your favorite item(s)? – Computer, Cell Phone, DSTV
7. Your dream last night? –Vivid, and Scary
8. Your favorite drink? – Stoney Ginger Beer
9. Your dream guy/girl? – May not exist
10. The room you are in? –My study/pc room
11. Your fear? – Failing Loved ones
12. What do you want to be in 10 years? – A Good Husband
13. Who did you hang out with last night? -My crazy Brother
14. What are you not? – A glamour boy
15. Are you in love? - Love Escapes me
16. One of your wish list items? – A PS3
17. What time is it? – 11:28pm
18. The last thing you did? – Spoke to a Friend
19. What are you wearing? – Jeans, T-shirt, Faranheit
20. Your favorite book? – The Time Machine
21. The last thing you ate? - Steak and potatoes
22. Your life? – Is picking up
23. Your mood? – Is Mildly Happy
24. Your friends? – Are my Salvation
25. What are you thinking about right now? - My Life's Journey
26. What are you doing at this moment? - Editing this Post
27. Your summer? – Causes bad sunburn
28. Your relationship status? - Single, 23, Jhb (lol asl)
29. What is on your TV screen? – Darkwater (movie)
30. When is the last time you laughed? –An hour ago

I Tag The unTagged and the tagless and the future tagged :)

*Edited by the Kman's Department of Blogger Affairs*

I want some Mashmellows
The Lone Writer

The Night Mistress

2007-03-31T00:52:00.000+02:00

The Day fades
Darkness Prevails
The Angels trumpet is in full bloom
Jasmine lingers

Life force spent
In daily pursuit.
My eyes fail me
A yawn infects me.

Lurking in the shadows
She reveals herself.
Shrouded in beauty
Dark and mysterious.

Her presence comforts
She is inevitable.
I cannot run from her gaze
She shall have her prey.

Pale skin,
Soft features,
Gentle green eyes.
I loose myself.

Conscious lost
Reality slips back into focus.
Fighting against the current
Nyx observes this game.

Lurking in my mind
I feel the need to surrender.
Keeping her at arms length
I waste time in this realm.

My eyes start to to close.
I see a vision of her
Mystery forgotten, truth revealed
She glides towards me.

My defence has been breached.
She speaks directly to my soul.
I cannot resist her advances.
I'm drowning in her glance.

I have nothing to fear.
She has become dear.
She is my one constant
My companion in the darkness

I fall into her warm embrace.
We fall forever together
I am safe
I am sound
I am asleep.

Tag I'm it.....

2007-03-23T23:25:00.000+02:00

As I started my weekly "Reading of the blogs" I was pleasantly surprised whilst reading Ruby's blog that she had tagged me. This is the first time I've been tagged so Thanks Ruby:)

(Cant remember the last time I played tag/catchings or whatever that kids game was called hmmm)

"Five things you dont know about me" hmmmm now what exactly should I reveal here. I mean as much as I reveal in my blog there has to be something that you just cant tell everyone, things that remain yours and that you dont want to share with the world. I mean I dont want to be one with my blog It should be an outlet, not a personification of me. Ok maybe im making a mountain out of a mole hill. Its only 5 things its not an essay on my inner most secrets. Hope these are not incriminating hehe :)

1) I Hate those little small, round, green, and squishy abominations known as Peas. I mean they are horrid. They dont really taste like anything and when you eat alot you get that after taste and they remind me of the exorcist. (the part where that demon possessed chic did a 360 head spin and started vomiting mushy peas) Basically I hate Peas.2) I wear contact lenses. My eyes are terrible im practically blind. When I was a kid I had these huge goggles. My glasses could literary be used as a means to vapourize small mammals. But thank fuly I have moved to contacts and last I hear my old glasses have been put to great use by NASA on the hubble space telescope. (Now you know who to thank for those beautiful images)

3) I really really really hate people who cheat. I feel that whatever comes from it is Haraam and completely wrong. I mean how can you live with yourself. I have no respect for cheaters they are less then single cell organisms.

4) This is a weird one but I dont have Rice Crispies with milk but with with tea. Like I'll have my tea with milk and sugar then pour the tea into the Rice Crispies. LOL dont laugh its awesome. You should try it and stop laughing I know im weird :)

*this is proving harder than expected*

5) I have an obsession with history and World War 2 history especially. I love the period and its complexities, conspiracies and meaning to the world. Makes for good movies and stories.

There you have it hehe

I tag Queen
Mazozo
Priya
Salma

Kuwabara. Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Untitled.....

2007-03-18T16:24:00.000+02:00

Yes this is a lazy blog. A picture says a thousand words so yaah! Dont give me that look we all get lazy :)

Natural Masterpieces

I dont know what it was about this week but I was blessed with magnificent sunsets and cloud formations throughout the week. or maybe I just took the time this week to observe them. No artist can capture this beauty. Hope you enjoy sorry if the picture quality is abit low :)

Laden with Blood

Encroaching Darkness

Dont look into the light

Heaven Shining Through

Glaring Rift

And thats the reason :

And "Th-th-th-that's all folks!"

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Photographer

One or a Million! Who to save?

2007-03-10T20:00:00.000+02:00

There are literally millions of people on the planet who need to be saved in one way or the other. The poor, depressed, uneducated, heart broken, orphaned, displaced, the rich (yes the rich need to be saved from themselves) but generally the poor need our efforts more and need us to bring them hope. But who do we save? Who is more important? Are we content saving one soul or determined to save millions? how can we do our part and still make a difference?

To give hope to these people and to assure them that they are not alone in this world is imperative. In fact it is our duty as human beings to treat our fellow humans regardless of colour or creed with the same kindness that we would expect. The grim fact is that most of the world is below the bread line and this and other economic and social factors leads to a backlog of people who are barely surviving. Everyday thousands die without a hope of being anything but a bleak statistic which organizations use to take rich people on a guilt trip.

There are numerous relief agencies and other NGO's doing tremendous work in parts of the world that some people dont even know exist. Even movie stars are making efforts to help the poor and the less fortunate adopting a kid here and there and giving them a life they would have never had. They are helping millions but still it doesnt seem to be enough and not all of us can give up so much of our time in this noble venture. Some of you will say thats nonsense and there is always time. I hope im not alone on this but sometimes there is just no time with all the other responsibilities in life and what you intend doing and what you do are never the same.

Now we all want to do something to help and to make a difference and well frankly feel alittle better because I dont think there is a person alive that doesnt feel good when helping someone so its not completely selfless. We not angels we are mortal and all have our own agendas. Now I havent made a point yet but I think I will soon,well you have read till here so please continue :)

The topic is as you can see One or a Million! who do you save? and thats my question. Is saving a million people more noble then saving one? Does it matter? Do we need to like keep score and compete about the amount of people we have helped? Keep it at a grass roots level or reach for the stars and spread yourself thin? Does one life mean less than a million?

Ofcourse I know the more people you help the better right? but what if you cant. In my opinion saving a life or helping a person is just as good as saving a million. Bringing a smile to a child who has lost his/her parents, assisting a disabled child onto his wheel chair, teaching a child to read and write, Helping an old man turn a page of a book his reading, consoling a single mother, teaching a person how to farm his land or fish, even a simple hug just to make a person feel loved are small gestures that go along way. They may seem small and insignificant but these small gestures can mean the world to a person.

Fine a hug cant make there hunger disappear, stop genocide or drought and im not saying you shouldnt give them food or relief im just saying that there is more to it then "indifferent relief". Feeding a million people will fill there bellies but teaching one man how to feed himself and he will pass that knowledge down and enable further generations to feed themselves and in essence helping thousands. Ok so basically im advocating education and some heart and thats how I feel I can help people. I could feed hundreds but if I havent brought a smile to a persons face or given them hope through a kind word, personally it will be a very hollow gesture. However I could feed one person and give them hope or even a smile and I will feel content because one life is priceless so it doesnt matter. Ok maybe my idea is abit idealistic and naive but its my view and ill practice it.

We all want to make the world turn and a better place I think I will take it one person at a time and make a difference in there life. I may make the world turn slowly but it will turn

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Literary Futility - The One

2007-03-04T01:15:00.000+02:00

Day after Day
I wonder if you exist.
From dawn till dusk
You inhabit my thoughts.

Conforming to my mind.
Your shadow a shapeless form.
A ghost.
An idea of perfection.

Flawed!
Reality knocks gently.
You become tangible
not attainable.

My love where are you?
Why do you evade me?
Will I find you?
Am I not worthy?

I feel your radiance.
It gives me strength.
I hear your whisper in the wind
I am lost.

You wax and wane
Fleeting glimpses
In the eyes of imposters
I love you.

I hate you!
Tricked, betrayed and ignored.
You slip out of my grasp.
I cant live without you.

Mind a playground for the enlightened.
Soul Pure,
Love a plenty,
It all Falls short.

Patience the key?
Hope fails me.
Despair consumes me.
Love imprisons me.

Till the end of my days
confined to your majesty,
My mind intact.
My heart in tatters.

Wont you just let me be?
My love turns to indifference.
Let me rest my love
Let me Love you.

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Individual Anarchy....

2007-02-25T14:45:00.000+02:00

Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.
The Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!
The Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
The Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
The Crowd: Sch!

The above is from the movie "Life of Brian" which if you havent seen you should, and thats an order so go watch it now! Now if you in fact do at my recommendation watch this movie are you acting on your own free will? or conforming to my opinion? are you then considered to be an individual? or a pawn in my plan for world domination? Oops hmm forget the world domination part :)

I watched the movie a while back and this week a lecturer of mine used the above lines from the movie to great effect to show that it takes true individuals to ask difficult and awe inspiring questons even if the questions seem simple at face value. So I began to wonder if there are any true individuals out there and whether I myself am an individual. So what is an individual? what makes an individual? are we individuals? Now im no philosopher or great thinker ( infact I do very little thinking) so I doubt I could answer those questions but I think I will just type and see how far I get with this idea that popped into my head this morning as I was enjoying breakfast.

Like the lines from the movie imply we all would love to think and do think that we are all individuals doing our own unique activities. WE ARE INDIVIDUALS ! but really are we? We still we fall into small micro societies within society so are we individuals or just members of tiny splinter groups. We are geeks, plastics, sports junkies, rich, poor, pesimistic, optimistic, self absorbed, selfless, bloggers (we RULE) etc. We are taught in this western climate of ours to be unique, be special and strive for individuality in this world apparently filled with a myriad of different paths. But are we really individual and special? Before the concept of "I" came about people in the old world never had this concept of the individual. Individuals were unheard of and often shunned by there communities. People did things for the benefit of there community and for the benefit of the whole not the benefit of themselves. As they grew so did the people and the society around them. We today have forgotten this, that there is more in this world than us, egoism.

Individualism is the doctrine or belief that all actions are determined by, or at least take place for, the benefit of the individual, not of society as a whole, And then we wonder why our society is so messed up. There is no harmony, no sense of togetherness because we all have competing goals which most often infringe on other people goals. Eat or be Eaten, Kill or be killed, ruined or be ruined. Look im not advocating communism or some extreme cult, all I am saying that in the world of individuals who is really unique? Be your own person but there must come a time when you do think about those around you and do something for the greater good not the greater gold. May today that is the hallmark of a true individual. Someone willing to give up his "individuality" to preserve something bigger than his/herself.

Following the masses and being typical is the usual path for most people. So some of us will say well im not typical or so and so is typical but imagine we all started rebelling against being "typical" and start being non conformist,who then is typical and who are the indivduals? a group of non conformists are just like a group of conformists hardly any individuals present. A criminal can be said to be practicing extreme individualism. He/She doesnt follow the norm, rebels against authority and only cares about themselves not the society which they pillage from. There actions are only to further their own agenda's so are criminals just misunderstood individuals? Should we celebrate their individuality?

The true reason for societies current anarchy is invidualism. We inherently require anarchy and discord to live so indivdualism is a waay to perpetuate this. There can be no peace without anarchy.

Am I an individual? I dont know but I would like to think that I strive to be like the man in the crowd who says "I'm Not" more often then being a sheep.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

Are you amongst the crowd or the man in the crowd?

A post destined to offend nearly two thirds of the civilized world. And severely annoy the other third
The Lone Writer

Mr Bones...

2007-02-19T19:49:00.000+02:00

Now I know that many people study multiple degrees at varsities all over the world. I myself am studying a second degree so I know its a long road. Ive spend 6 years on campus and I know some that have spend up to 11 years on campus (well some finished one degree in the 11years but im not judging at this moment) Most of these multiple degree studetns end up lecturing and remaining with the institute for a long time. However just last week I met "Mr Bones" (his real name cannot be mentioned because i dont want any legal ramifications such as a defamatory actions or what not). Now im not judgmental but Mr Bones has I think over done the multiple degrees and has more than over stayed his welcome as a student at varsity. Well you decide... I present MR BONES!

Guys these are actual pictures no photoshop. Lets have a moment silence for wits's longest and most loyal student MR JEAN BAPTISTE BONES!

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

It Must be LoVe LoVe LoVe NOT!!!!!!

2007-02-13T21:41:00.000+02:00

Its the Eve of Vday (Valentines Day) and since other bloggers have had their say on the subject (some positive and some negative, No thats not their HIV status) I thought why in the blue hell shouldnt I contribute so i'll jump on the bandwagon and serve up a post on this "VDAY" phenomemon

I dont know about you guys but I think thats an awesome pic. Love Is the light in the darkness, the warmth in the cold and ones shelter from the storm. It engulfs and consumes our hearts and brightens up our lives like the Pic. The mere smile from ones significant other can move mountains and make a horrible day turn into a great one. And on somedays you may float with the intense joy it brings. However Its not all fine and dandy, its hard but nothing worth having is easy to acquire. That all encompassing Love you have for a person could rage and rage and eventually your heart goes pop!. Some liken it to the sound of glass cracking or the extinguishing of a fire. The light in your live vanishes and you find it just that much harder to wake up everyday. Sometimes the break is mutual, sometimes its one sided and sometimes its just devastating but no matter how you depart things never return to normal. Ah such is life. Ok where am I oh yes VDAY.

Honestly I think there are much better ways to express your Love to someone then with commercialized valentine gifts and on this day in particularly. Maybe I just dont conform to such social devices but buying a loved one or an apparent loved one a gift just because its valentines I think cheapens your love. Its just a way of buying a person or impress someone that you can spoil them with gifts. I mean if it wasnt valentines would you get him or her something? are you just buying it because its valentines and society dictates that on valentines you have to show your love by way of gifts? Its crap and mostly fake.

Ok you die hard valentine people fine! some peole do it sincerely ok relax, No no put the knife down. Im not anti love I believe it exists and I think when you fine it you become complete as corny as that sounds (YOU COMPLETE ME jeez that movie made that line corny). But love cant be confined to a day its infinite it can be eternal. Often lust is confused with love but thats another story. The eternal embrace like the pic below shows is something that you cant be deprived off. You can be seperated for years but your love will not waver. Till death do us part and beyond.
I mean look you like or love someone do stuff on the spur of the moment (you could go to spur though isnt very romantic). Gifts are usually appreciated more when they unexpected and sincere from the heart not being dictated by saint valentine. The gifts too the mini white bears and roses (some plastic! i mean honestly what a cheapo), and other perishables dont last, they just get stuffed at the back of some closet ir the maid throws them away eventually. Flowers fade and so does ink on a card but love in most cases remains. I would rather surprise the one a love or like get her flowers out of the blue, phone her, pick her up from work and treat her to lunch or a picnic, (havent given it mush thought_) but i would like to form lasting memories more than superficial gifts.

Now Tommorow a whole lot of people will wear red and prance around looking like every other idiot wearing red. Those who accidentally wear red well tough luck you will be part of the prancing and the struting and be part of the masses. You guys know I am not a fan of pink on guys but when a guy wears a pink suit (yes i saw it last year at wits) with pink shoes I draw the line. Only reason im going to campus tommorrow is to poke fun at these retards jeez. Dont give into commercialized love, Keep it real, keep it true and you will have it for eternity

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

In a Galaxy Far Far Away.....

2007-02-11T15:39:00.000+02:00

Space the final frontier. A great big void, the harshest environment known and it could be home to millions of weird and wonderful creatures capable of FIRST CONTACT. Yes I in fact do believe in aliens, not the cliche little green men with funny space suits and ray guns but beings from another planet whether microscopic or humanoid. I'm not a alien freak or wear quasi futuristic outfits and go into the wildreness hoping to be abducted. Now this belief could be attributed to the hours and hours spent watching alien movies, X Files, Sightings and other paranormal shows but I truely believe that we cant be the only living life forms in the universe. I watched the movie Communion (which was'nt that great) when I was a kid and it scared the hell out of me, aliens with large saucer shaped eyes (like munkeer and nakeer) taking people away very scary.

I mean its really improbable that we are the only life forms capable of thought in the universe which as far as we know is infinite. I mean there are the numerous Alien sightings, crop circles (ok yes some are fake), alien crash sites (ROSWELL AND AREA 51 EXISTS PEOPLE), and just strange stuff like alien abductions, cattle mutillations and teh MEN IN Black. Ok these may not be a smoking gun and the fact that the people who do get abducted are usually from some backwater hick town, mexico or eastern europe so yaah ok but still. I mean being paranoid and thinking someone is watching you is generally excepted as normal but this cant be a mass paranoia or hysteria can it? If it was the universe according to douglas adam then yes we would be all crazy or furry.

I mean imagine first contact with an alien race that would so rock. What could we learn from them well thats if they friendly. If they like in independence day or ALIEN bursting out of our chests then no it wouldnt be cool. I would like to think of them as being like ET.

What do you guys think do they exist dont they? And theories or thoughts? you never know something in a galaxy far far away may be reading this hehe

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Hello darkness, my old friend

2007-02-04T14:34:00.000+02:00

Im listening to Simon and Garfunkels "The Sound of Silence" hence the title of this post. Can’t remember when I downloaded it but I am glad I did considering not many people these days even know who they are let alone that they were musicians. It's a really cool song with great lyrics but has absolutely nothing to do with Im about to write and the title doesn’t either. Just thought it had a nice ring to it don’t you think?

Campus starts again for yet another year on the 12th of Feb. So another year of similar trials, tribulations, more white hair and hopefully some new experiences. Well one new experience ill be undergoing is attempting to make a whole lot of new friends. Now im not anti social or a guy who lurks in the shadows and calls himself by a super hero alias, im as friendly as the next guy though a tad bit shy but that’s another kettle of fish.

Making friends is a skill that you first get introduced to in nursery or preschool. Your parents leave you in an unfamiliar place, you surrounded by kids crying their eyes out and small furniture and you expected to make friends with no previous experience and you do somehow. The exact method is variable and I doubt anyone has perfected it because there is so much to take into consideration when attempting to become someone’s friend.

Now fast forward and the method to make friends is still elusive. I have a lot of friends who I met on campus but I have no idea how I got to know them or when did we become such good friends. The transition from strangers to friends was a complete blur, or has been erased from my mind and since we don’t live in the movies I doubt that’s a possibility. I made these friends and then didn’t feel the need to make new friends since i was so comfortable with them. Now for the first time on campus my friends are all finished and im alone on campus. No crew no nothing. So now the task of making friends.

We never really escape that first day in preschool, all nervous and impressionable without a clue as to what we should or shouldn’t be doing and I feel like im right back there. I’m not a loner I do have acquaintances on campus but not friends. Ok so you meet someone greet and smile so it shows you are friendly hmmm but what if they think you being funny or pretentious. So you keep more of a straight face and try to be as truthful as possible without seeming like you are a bleeding heart and suffer from verbal diarrhea. Then you chat about random stuff such as the weather or some similarly obvious topic and always seem to be stating the bleeding obvious, but you know you cant chat about that stuff forever so then you try to bring in something you both have in common be it work, a mutual friend, movies or music (voice in head says "don’t bring up star wars please don’t") etc. However this may end up being boring and the person may think you are a bore of note if your tastes don’t exactly correspond so you turn on the humor. Now the choice is to go with subtle humor, slapstick, making fun of yourself or go with some risqué humor. Any humor should work right? I mean people like it when you funny? No not really you may over do it and they may think that you a complete clown that cant say anything without laughing like a donkey, so then to show you not a fool you start talking about something serious, maybe world news or the state of affairs in the country. Now don’t get carried away just relax. The conversation ends and most of the time you have no idea what you have just said. Got to be an easier way. Ok the above is a slight exaggeration or maybe it isn’t who knows.

Now you can talk yourself blue in the face and be the friendliest person on the planet but if that person or persons won’t let you into their circle of friendship you have no hope. The first impression lasts pops into mind. Now if you trying to impress someone are you really yourself? The first time you meet someone you are generally nervous or cautious at what you say so how can someone judge you? Make a good impression I understand but what if it takes a false impression for it to be a good one? Even if you pull it off can you maintain it? Can you live a lie? Ok this is abit dramatic I know.

Friendship is like any relationship both parties have to work on it. Compromises, respect, and what not. Friendship is not a competition I don’t want to be impressed by my friend or be in awe of his achievements, we should be equal and should not need to compete. Its not hard to make friends but to make the right friends takes abit of searching. The key is being yourself and not changing for anyone or for anything. You will eventually find people like minded and similar to yourself. Your friends should like you for who you are not what you are. So im just going to be myself, plain old K-man, and if I bring up Chewbacca in a conversation so be it that’s me. So my search for new friends to supplement my old ones begins wish me luck!

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

2007-01-28T17:53:00.000+02:00

Now who remembers this iconic word? and along with the phrase "A spoon full of sugar will make the medicine go down". This is the magic that is Mary Poppins. A truely marvellous musical and something children should watch.

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Even though the sound of it Is something quite atrocious; If you say it loud enough You'll always sound precocious; Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" Mary Poppins

I remember saying "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" for like weeks maybe even months after I saw the movie. I use to tell everyone that word and my grandparents and other elder indian people would stare at me with a blank expression, I thought it was because they thought I was so clever but now I know they probably thought I was a crazy kid who was making up words. Im still crazy but I dont make up words anymore. Think this will be my new favourite word even though its not really a word.

I came across this word the other day when my small cousin was watching Mary Poppins on dvd. I thought I would just sit for a sec but I ended up watching the entire movie whilst he left and proceeded to chase after bugs in the garden. Wonder who had more fun?
So it got me thinking about the classic cartoons that I've had the pleasure of watching and enjoying not the horrible senseless stuff they show these days. Yes I watch cartoons, you can never be too old for bugs bunny making an arse out of elmer fudd its classic.

Trip dowm memory lane time: Remember Bugs Bunny (whats up Doc?), daffy duck, donald duck, goofy (in goof troop) mickey and mini mouse, Yosamite Sam, Tom & Jerry(the carnage) , Top Cat, Popeye the sailor (I never understood how they found ol olive oil attractive), Peanuts (Charlie Brown and Snoopy), Asterix and obelix (my favourite Gauls), Tin Tin (Snowy , Captain Haddock- "billions of bilious blue blistering barnacles"), The Flintstones (I have a neighbour that reminds me of barney rubble), the Jetsons, Road Runner (I need to get me some acme products) and the one the only GUMMI BEARS with their gummi berry juice. Oh and how could I forget the smurfs and their subsequent sexual innuendos with smurfette being the only female smurf. I know im forgetting alot but these were classics. I know I left scooby Doo out but I never really like that dog or the mystery machine "jinkies".

Anyways these were classics, they were funny and highly entertaining and still are today. I mean today there are some good stuff like dexter, johnny bravo, Samurai Jack but there are terrible ones also. Cow and Chicken and Ed edd n Eddy come to mind. They are midless and senseless and i would never let my kids (inshallah I have some one day) to watch them. Even movies aimed at kids these days are actually made for an adult audience. They cuddly creatures are just there to amuse the kids whilst the story is made for adults. I mean which child understood half the jokes or the references in shrek for example. They need to make movies for kids with a message and values they can understand.

Inside somewhere deep down we all children at heart and these cartoons are embedded in our youth and our memory. They encouraged the growth of our imaginations and in some way our brain development. Long live cartoons and remember to say Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious if you ever in a tight situation it may help you out or even change your mood :)

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

P.S If you cant remember the word I doubt you will remember this but I found it on a site

And a holy man, who walks barefoot all his life, eats little and may suffer from a frail body and bad breath, could be called a "super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis." :-)

The Revelation!

2007-01-25T20:46:00.000+02:00

I thought this was a cool door sign. Dont you? So now when you are doing your exorcism's at hotels or some ritualistic temple ask the hotel staff or the friendly acolytes of the temple for this door sign. Remember they are there to help you unless you are the one being exorcised or sacrificed. You wouldnt want to be interrupted during an exorcism now would you. Thinking about it, its healthy every now and then to undergo a personal exorcism to reasses our life and in which way is it going. Without the spinning head and green vomit or an old and a young priest present ready to use the power of christ to compell you ofcourse.

Oh and this is for saal enjoy its actually a remix (which is not bad,but i prefer the original) if you want the original just click the link below. Oh ad I have been practicing the dance steps hehe :)

Singing in the Rain

As in the usual suspects My name is Mohamed there I said it thats the revelation!
The Lone Writer

T.I.A

2007-01-21T21:26:00.000+02:00

This Is Africa

A Red Dawn Breaks over Africa... Blood has been shed, animal or human the difference is often a blur. Millions get up to start their day not knowing how they will end it or who will end it. Lying on a crude bed or in the dust covered in blood this day will end. Bands of Men displaced and impoverished arm themselves. Calling themselves Freedom fighters or rebel alliances trying to free the nation but they only cause more oppression. They free the nation by killing its people and hording it riches until another group of men arm themselves and the process begins a new. Death leads to more death.

Will the opression in Africa ever end in this land forgotten by the world. From its early beginings is has been enslaved by foreign powers only interested in raping the land for their own personal gain. The English, French, Belgian they all came to Africa with the sole purpose of strengthening there empires at the cost of the Black man at the cost of Africa. They came to this continent and described it as dark and considered Africans as sub human, not even homo sapien but a seperate branch of human. They took what they wanted and subjugated millions, teaching them to hate and fear and then left without a thought at what they had done.

“When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said, 'Let us pray.' We closed our eyes. When we opened them we had the Bible and they had the land.” Bishop Desmond Tutu

Indoctrinated into a warped ideology Africa's children are robbed of her innocence. Never given the opportunities of there western counterparts, what did they do to deserve this. Is the life of a white western child worth more than the life of an African child ? 300.000 child soldiers all locked and loaded ready to kill at a drop of a Hat when they should be learning about Dr Seuss and his Cat in a Hat. This is not meant to be. How can we stand by and allow the breeding of mass murders? How can we be so indifferent?

Civil Wars fueled by the weapons of the west rage on in every part of the continent, caused buy the void left by the colonial powers. Genocide, ethnic cleansing, mass rape, and the displacement of millions of people from their homes. Atrocities galore, but who will help a bunch of poor Africans with no oil and nothing to offer. The West stands by and talks whilst Africans die. Africa is alone and it will destroy itself alone. Refugees walking miles upon miles to escape the horror. The horror we have been desensitized to, the horror we think shedding a tear will help prevent, the horror we would not be able to endure or survive.

"A genocide in Africa has not received the same attention that genocide in Europe or genocide in Turkey or genocide in other part of the world. There is still this kind of basic discrimination against the African people and the African problems. " Boutros Boutros-Ghali

Africa's potential is undoutedly wasted. Limitless resources but without the knowledge of how to use it, its useless. The west buys the material and sells the finish product for double the price. If they cant afford it they are advised to take a loan from the world bank and then they are indebt forever. At the beck and call of the west, never independent never free. Still Slaves in a world free of slavery. The pope has apologised for the crusades but I personally have never heard anyone apologise for slavery.

People say that slaves were taken from Africa. This is not true: People were taken from Africa, among them healers and priests, and were made into slaves. Abdullah Ibrahim

Starving children everywhere you turn like a plague, an investation at the roots of this continent. Often homeless and orphaned who will take care of them. Who will tuck them in at night or read them a bed time story? Will they ever get the opportunity to learn about einstein or mozart let alone aspire to be like them. Come to think of it will they even reach the age of 11?

The red soil of Africa darkens each day with the blood of her children, fighting for causes that are not their own. Brothers killing brothers. Children killing the old. A generation wiped out by the barrel of a gun. Western bullets ripping through African flesh for buried treasure caked in blood. The colonialists still dictate the lives of Africans with their need for wealth. The Motherland was once a place of life the birthplace of all mankind but now it's an inescapable graveyard for its inhabitants. Thousands murdered in the prime of their life in the pursuit of "freedom" is it worth it? A new day a new war... This is Africa

This post was inspired by movies like "The Constant Garderner", "Hotel Rwanda" and "Blood diamond" All great movies which I highly recommend. We cannot stand by anymore, we must act. We need to make Africa a better place we need to bring back peace and educate its people so that we can finaly see its beauty with out the haze of gun fire and the stains of blood.

God bless Africa, Guard her people, Guide her leaders, And give her peace.
Trevor Huddleston

In the Pursuit of Freedom
The Lone Writer

Something for the Guys.....

2007-01-18T22:40:00.000+02:00

This may definately offend some females and that is not my intention and by no way do I think females are toys to be used and manipulated like a game. I hope An angry mob of feminists, Pitch forks and torches in hand pumped up high on estrogen dont form an angry man hate group and come to get me. I just think this was funny and who can stop anyone of dreaming of a better world. I think the picture says it all....

Kuwabara, Kuwabara (I may actually need the protection from evil this time)
The Lone Writer

Life Imitating Blog.....

2007-01-12T22:30:00.000+02:00

I walked into Exclusive books the other day for my usual Exclusive books walk through where I page through books that catch my eye, which is usually in the science fiction section. So im browsing like any other patron and this book catches my eye. Immediately I think of Queen Lestat's Blog and when did she convert her blog to paperback. I mean I knew we had to convert to the new blogger but didnt realize that they gave you a paperback option, which would be much more easier then all those widgets (Anyone remember the show on KTV back in the day "Widget the world watcher")
So I contact her Highness and she informs me that this is a genuine fake and not her blog on paperback lol. Obviously she was distraught and inconsolable. How could this happen, the audacity of the writer to copy her, how dare he!. The name has been altered but its like a derivative of her blog title. A case of, copyright infringement? I dont know and doubt she will win not because im her lawyer but because its a dodgey case. Was she using copyleft. I would say let sleeping dogs lie but its up to the queen. Fellow bloggers dont be confused by this cheap imitation is not Queens paperback blog. Life is truely imitating blogs. hehe

Signing Off
The Lone Writer

2006 and the year ahead

2007-01-08T20:19:00.000+02:00

Firstly a comment on 2006........

I was going to do a post concerning 2006 similar to Saaleha's post but I decided against it mainly because I couldnt think of alot the things I did during 2006 (No I wasnt high or abducted by aliens). So it would have been a very very short post not worthy enough to be viewed by the inhabitants of a distant planet whose idea of a fun/wild night out is a game of pictionary and watching re runs of The A team. (They do get our Television signals there). Ok madness aside lets get serious or lets not you decide.

2006 flew by faster than you can say "Wazoooo" say it.... see it was faster than that. For me it started of with dreams of medical grandieur but it was shot down (by wits) and finaly laid to rest in the boulevard of broken dreams. Sad as it was I had to get back on my Horse and begin a new chapter to my life like a phoenix rising from the ashes (Ok that was being extremely dramatic). So I began may law career and by the time I got a handle on it october arrived and I was panicking about my marks like an aggitated Howler monkey. But it went well and im enjoying it to my suprise. Briefly what else did I do hmmmm oh yaah I made new friends some I will keep forever others will fade away like a fart in the wind. One of the coolest thing I did in 2006 was start this here blog which rocks hopefully il continue with it. Basically 2006 was a blur but a good blur that I would welcome again.

OK now for 2007 which for me arrived not with a bang but introduced itself like a gentle breeze, a whisper on the wind. You could call these resolutions but I would lke to label them my 2007 personal REVOLUTIONS.

I want to:

Join a gym and maintain a regular workout regime
Play a sport
Try to learn something new everyday
Realize that work and studying is not the be all and end all
Take a break once in a awhile (With a kit kat if necessary)
Be more Friendly
Spend more time with my friends
Make new friends
Take a chance in life or love
Listen to my heart and not my head (similar to last one)
Try more sushi
Learn a new language even if its just to say "Hello"
Continue blogging :)
Start a new hobbie
Build one of those ships in a bottle
Take more pictures
Write more
Spend more time in nature
Bowl more
Learn more about history especially islamic history
Make things happen not let them happen
Be more confident but not cocky
Help others and those less fortunate whenever I have can
Read more (and my textbooks dont count)
Watch more movies (as if i dont watch enough already)
Buy a Playstation 3 (Oh yes thats like a given)
Get more sleep
Sort out my wisdom teeth
Bunk more than one lecture and a tut if I can help it
Be truthful to myself and other
Be selfish on occasion
be less reserved to people in general
Be more spontaneous
Make more mistakes not too many but enough so I can learn
Make others laugh and laugh at myself
Be a better person and a better muslim

Well thats all I can think of at the moment, my brain is still technically on vacation but will return shortly. I dunno if i will do all the above and I dunno what the coming year holds for me but I intend to face every challenge head on and make the best off it. Hopefully you will all have a great year! :)

Somebody help me, I'm being spontaneous!
The Lone Writer

Floating through time along the Nile.......

2006-12-31T13:45:00.000+02:00

My Egyptian experience ended on a very cold and wet note at the sound and light show at the pyramids . Ofcourse I didnt mind after all I was infront of the last remaining wonders of the ancient world so my current state of sickness was kinda worth it. Went to the airport to catch a 1:30am flight to Johannesburg only to be notified that the flight was delayed for another Three and a half hours! so I had some time on my had so I kinda formulated what I would blog about, Yes im a blog junkie :) So lets begin.... it may take a while to load

Sunset on the Nile River just outside the Temple island of Philae south of Aswan

My journey started in cairo but really began in Aswan a 3 day cruise to luxor. On the way to luxor I was submerged into ancient egyptian history and mythology. I visited numerous temples and got to learn the myths behind them. At every stop I could not help but be in absolute awe at what stood infront of me. These people lived thousands of years ago and constructed these magnificent structures out of solid rock. "it was if the rock melted in their hands as chocolate melts in ours" my tour guide exclaimed. They developed ways of moving tons of rock as they wished and even made their temples earthquake proof! The temples must have looked spectacular in there day judging from the little colour left on some of the walls. Not only could they mould rock but also other precious metals thousands of years before christ. At some moments it didnt feel real standing infront of these structures which are truely awesome. There myths are truely fascinating and lots of our modern words are derived from ancient egyptian. For Example the word Satan, Shytaan, Devil comes from "Set" the evil brother of the egyptian god Osiris.

I took over 450 pics this are just but a few i will put others on my flicker account:

The Temple Island of Philae dedicated to the goddess Isis as viewed from a motor boat A place to dance and listen to music at the temple of Philae, probably the worlds first disco

The goddess Isis represented as with a lion head in the Kom Ombo Temple. She had 7 other forms which she could turn into.

A Falcon outside the entrance of Et Fu Tample, they were used to guard the temples. This is shown by the soldier in the front.

The Blue colour that can be seen on the roof of building is a representation Nut the goddess of the Sky

Hatshepsuts Temple on the west bank of Luxor near the Valley of the Kings and Queens

The Colours are spectacular here. This is in Hatshepsuts temple representing Isis as a vulture. Vultures were used to show that the temple is Hygienic ans clean

The Twin Obelisks of Karnak

sdHead of Ramses II at the luxor temple. The Broken portion on the top of his head was a snake (probably made out of gold) which was the third all seeing eye of the Kings.

An Avenue of Sphinx's linking the Luxor temple with Karnak. The middle section of the avenue is still buried under Luxor.

Saqqara which features the oldest standing step pyramid and pre dates the Giza Pyramids

The Great Pyramids in Giza

The Sphinx in all its Glory.

These are truely works of art and the ability of mankind to create and become something better. Visiting these sites I dived in 5000 years of history and stood in the same spot as the ancient egyptians who built the temples. It was truely amazing and I would visit these sites again in a blink of an eye.

Now before I left some really idiotic person told me that I shouldnt go visit these temples and monuments because it is bidat and you can be thrown out of the fold of islam. Can you believe that. I told them that even though I marvel at their acheivements im not gonna follow the ancient egytian religion of start believing in the myths. Egyptian relics belong t the entire world and are apart of our history. Also seeing these temples buried and lost for thousands of years makes you realize the True and All encompassing power of Allah (God). The egyptians were given such gifts and they never thanked God for it but rather made false gods and made man almost on the same plain as God. With all their treasures and monuments they were destroyed and almost forgotten. The power of God is truely great.

The Red Sea of the coast of Hurghada. I ws on my way to see the coral reefs

Well besides the historical aspects of egypt it does offer alot more. I visited the city of Hurghada on the Red sea. Honestly besides the hotel and the beach I didnt really enjoy it or get a sense that I was infact in egypt. Its very tourist orientated and very eastern european. Honestly it should be part of the Europe instead of Africa because i have never seen so many eastern europeans and russians in my life. I could have been in the middle of moscow and it would be less russian.

A highlight of the trip was spending a day at a bedouin village and I even rode a camel which is kinda unforfortable to say the least. The bedouins are all muslim so it was cool to see how they live in the barren desolation of the desert.

The Barren Desert near the Red sea mountains on my way to the bedoium village

The 107 year old Wife of the Sheik (Chief) of this bedouin village. She made us bedouin bread which is like roti.

Everything on the trip rocked except two things. The annoying vendors/ shop keepers which hassle tourists and the traffic in cairo.

The vendors hassle tourists to an extent Ive never experienced before. They dont understand the concept of browsing nor do they understand the meaning of the word "No" or its other derivatives. They literally thrown their goods at you and force you into buying things. Seriously if they hassled the tourists less they would make more money, oh and some of them could try exercise some decency and honesty.

Traffic in cairo is terrible. This was taken on the way to the Muhammad Ali mosque a.k.a The Citadel.

The Traffic well what can I say. Its terrible. The roads are always packed and the drivers well they have their own style of driving. I dreaded moving around cairo because it took forever and you ended up with a headache when you reached your destination. Fix the traffic system and cairo would rock. I can understand Why egypt didnt get 2010

I welcome the traffic in Johannesburg its lovely but I dont welcome the crime. Cairo is very save in fact everywhere in egypt is very safe. There is a very strong police presence so criminals have to think twice. You can walk around in the early morning without fear. I was shocked seeing ladies walking around at 1 and 2 in the morning with no fear of rape or mugging it was remarkable. So that and the fact that its a muslim country are big positives.

Ok one last picture and I feel this picture shows adults and infact the world that we can learn way more from children about how to all get along.

I took this picture whilst at the bedouin camp. There was this Lituanian family with us on this tour group. So we entered the village and their son (The child in the yellow) saw these three bedouin children playing. He without hesitation ran towards them and started playing not worried about whether they were different from him or that they practiced a different religion or that they came from two different worlds. They stopped playing and as the picture shows the bedouin child gave the small boy some crisps that our tour guide had given them. Without asking and without question they shared and were happy.

Ok thats my travel blog hope i didnt put you off to sleep I shall leave you with some great lebanese music which I have fell in love with and has made me want to learn arabic. Oh and this wasnt posted on Eid day i had sometime so I started It on Eid day :)

Also check out
Nesrin Zreik
Rola Saad
and the one and only Nancy Agram 1, 2

Kuwabara Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Results/ Travel/Thoughts

2006-12-12T20:33:00.000+02:00

My marks came out yesterday. Now I dont have to tell you but i was panicking abit and wondering if I messed up or worse FAILED. However im glad to report that yes (as my friend bob above feels) I'm Absolutely ECSTATIC! My marks came out yesterday and Thanks to the All Mighty and all your duas I PASSED. I didnt do to badly either hey, yes QL I may have over reacted and definately over stressed a tad bit :) I am so glad I can now breathe a huge sigh of relief. *sigh* Now I can enjoy my holiday and relax well until it starts all overs again next year. Thats results now for travel :)

Yes I just returned to the blogosphere but alas I must leave for awhile *sniff sniff* I leave for egypt on thursday and return a day before Eid and boy am I excited. I've always loved history and as the pic above clearly shows egypt is just one of those places filled to the brim with history and culture. The land of the Pharoahs, The Nile, Mummies, Gods, Myths, History, and failed conquests of many nations it has it all. I'll take alot of pictures and hopefully feedback. Now for some thoughts

I've had this song stuck in my head for awhile now. This song and its lyrics are just too beautiful. If you havent heard it i recommend that you do. Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

Congratulations to Ruqaya Al Ghasara. She won the 200m final and the Asia games. In my opinion a great ambassador for all muslim women especially in the current climate. She showed that the headscarf and modest islamic dressing is no hinderence to any muslim women in any field even sports. The headscarf is not a tool to subjugate women nor is it oppressive.

"Wearing a veil proves that Muslim women face no obstacles and encourages them to participate in sport"

"This is a glory to all Muslim women"

Well Done Ruqaya Al Ghasara!

And one last thing a poem

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

LEAVING ON A JET PLANE DONT KNOW WHEN ILL BE BACK AGAIN!

Kuwabara. Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Miracles, Children and Ranting

2006-12-02T19:49:00.000+02:00

The peace and solitude of the womb shattered by the deafening noise of the outside world. Undeveloped eyes gaze upon artificial light for the first time, everything is a blur. We leave our watery domain which we have called home for 9 months and take our first breath in this alien world. Lungs open, fists clenched, feet curled up we release a scream that can shatter crystal and can only be surpassed by a jackhammer. We are alive! We have survived the greatest miracle on earth and we alreadly have to be thankful for so many more miracles.

We are barely a minute old and we have been bestowed in such a short time with a multitude of miracles. Two hands with five fingers, two feet with five toes, ears to hear with, eyes to gaze and a tiny nose to smell with and ofcourse surviving the ordeal of child birth (big up to all our mothers and the women who have gone through the miracle of childbirth you are truely amazing). However people never see the miracles which they have been given. Parents know the heartache of having a sick child and only want their child to be healthy, yet why is that people (family mostly) feel it necessary to comment on the child. Comment not on how perfect a creation she or he may be but on the childs skin colour or the fact that the child is so small or that its going to be like this or like that or that it is an ugly baby. They can never just see past their superficiality and just praise the child everything is about the looks of the child and often babies are compared. I mean they are not toys or stud horses to be compared and rated, they are beings.

The MIRACLE of a baby is astonishing and truely a gift which not everyone gets but nobody would say that just a Baby's cry is a miracle, however imagine a world without a baby's cry. Imagine if the gift or childbearing was taken away from us and the world was devoid of a childs laugh or a baby's cry. What would we do to or pay to experience just this if it was taken away from us? Spare a thought for those who cant have kids and APPRECIATE your own. Today the children of men are taken for granted and thrown away like an empty chocolate wrapper INSIGNIFICANT!

They are seen as a dime a dozen and merely faces on relief aid posters representing a bigger problem which most of us fail to accccept or comprehend. In this world we live in kids grow up always thinking they are less rather than more, our future, our legacy is in shambles.

As they grow up they are not taught to love themselves but are told that they are imperfect and need to be an IDEAL. Kids grow up too quickly worrying about things like their, WEIGHT and if they are too DARK and never experience childhood. Another forgotten miracle is INNOCENCE and its truely lost.Children grow up not to appreciate their blessing but feel inadequate especially if they are teased and made self conscious. They overlook what they have and feel that WHY were they not made "perfect" when they are. Their values warped never to see the good and the great in themselves, trying to emulate the ones that are truely LOST.

The SOUL suffers as the body prospers and we become empty husks of a SPOILT crop. Only worried about how we look we only see the miracles we have when we loose something or someone and by that time it could be too late. Leave the huge miracles but the small thing like a thumb is something to marvel at. Its uses cannot be counted and without it well try hold a cup. We pay thousands of rands for a camera with karl zeiss optics but vision can never be replicated. We walk upright and unaided, we breath air without trying or making an effort yet we cant give thanks.

Children are just but one miracle (in my opinion the greatest) They occur all the time all around us its up to us to acknowledge them and give thanks even for the most minute thing. We need to believe in miracles to see them. Life is not all 3 dimensional there is a 4th dimension the realm where miracles happen all the time. All we have to do is see them but for some of us we are blinded by unadulterated ignorance to anything bigger than themselves. Give thanks for we never know if we will be in the same situation tommorow.

A strong positive mental attitude will create more miracles than any wonder drug.
Patricia Neal

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

You Cant Touch The Classics

2006-11-24T23:06:00.000+02:00

Since exams have ended I've had alot of free time to calm my brain after the almost neverending brainstorm of the last 2 months. So the best way I know how is to fire up the playstation((get lost in a a game) and relax to classic tunes.

I found myself loading my playlists with the classics: Jimi Hendrix, Cat Stevens (Yusuf islam), Bob Dylan, The Byrds, ah-ha U2, Metallica, Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins (Thanks QL) and The classical composers. After listening to them I realized that the new stuff out there cannot compare to the classics. They are devoid of and meaning and purity. The songs these days dont carry and message or make one think or appreciate life. They are filled with lyrics that dont make sense and tunes which have been digitally enhanced.

You cannot fault or expect the newer generation of musicians to emulate the past, they only take the old songs and destroy them by remixing them. Most of the stuff we listen to these days will be forgotten relegated to the the graveyard of sound (like justin bringing sexy back... i mean where the hell did sexy go?)

The Classics rock so i leave you to enjoy a true legend Jimi Hendrix (Voodoo Child) playing the guitar like no other could. (For those of you who enjoy the guitar)

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Borat!

2006-11-21T20:21:00.000+02:00

Yashemash!

I'm sure everybody has heard the hype and controversy surrounding Sacha Baron Cohen's latests movie Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan (And thats the abridged title), if not then you surely live under a rock or maybe I watch to much Tv. The movie is said to be one of the funniest movies in years, it has grossed tons of money and the government of the GLORIOUS nation of Kazakhstan and everyone else who was dupped in the movie is suing Mr Cohen. As everyone knows there is no such thing as bad publicity and this movie has reached cult status and has made Sacha Baron Cohen a millionaire. movie exects are literally throwing money at him to make his next movie.

So today I decided to watch Borat and see for myself what was all the hype about. I wont spoil the movie for those that still havent watched it so please continue reading. When you watch it dont go into the theatre with any expectations because it is'nt oscar worthy far from it. Firstly its definately not for kids or parents so if your parents want to see it convince them otherwise. It doesnt have much of a story but in my opinion it is very funny, it made me laugh hysterically, the way he speaks and his phrases and saying are classic. It also made me cringe and in fact look away at times, yes some scenes if you do not cringe then you are certainly made of sterner stuff because DAMN it takes wrestling to another level.

The Humour is very unique and has to be taken together with a spoonful of sugar ala Mary Poppins....wait make that a cup of sugar. Some may consider it utter trash because it is raw, lewd, degrading to women, portrays kazahkstan as a country of farmers and rapist and anti semetic which is amazing since Sacha Baron Cohen is a Jew himself. However it does show how unacceptting Americans are of other nations and cultures, so its more a documentary on the stupidity and gullibility of the American nation which is remarkable.

Another thing that amazes me is how well he did to stay in character. There isnt a moment that the accent wanes, his gait changes or anything, his performance is flawless. You may say that he acted like a complete jackass but it takes talent real talent to act like that and remain in character. He was arrested around 30times during the filming because he remained in character and that is some dedication. Even now he remains in character, he recently wrestled Conan O'Brian in an attempt to shave his pubic hair, he asked a Sky News reporter where he can get a prostitute and pitched up at a premiere in a carriage being pulled by 6 women. Yes thats insane. An oscar nomination? I doubt it but the academy has never really recognized comic genius like Andy Kaufman.

Now there are some muslims who may be offended and not watch it because Borat makes fun of Kazakhstan which has a large muslim population (and an equally large Christian roman orthodox population) and therefore makes fun of islam . I assure you this movie is more anti semetic (which im still shocked at) then anti muslim. Also and this is just my opinion if you are not going to watch a movie because you feel it offends your culture or religion you should also not watch movies which offend other nations are cultures. There cant be a double standard where its fine to laugh at someone else but we cant laugh at ourselfs (within a certain boundary ofcourse).

Its a funny movie and it doesnt pretend to be something it isnt I would recommend you see it ....its very NIIICE!

Yakshemash! In US of A, democracy is very different from Kazakhstan. In America, woman *can* vote, but horse - *cannot*!
Borat
Da Ali G Show

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Finally........

2006-11-15T23:00:00.000+02:00

LAW is just like the picture above, even though it my be solid it will always be blurry especially around the edges and open to intepretation.

Finally the K-MAN has come BAACKK...... to the blogosphere!!!!!

It has been too long my friends toooo damn long...... but its finally over and boy am I relieved. Coupled with ramadaan this has been 2 hectic months. I have missed you all and its good to be back.

Well what can I say about exams hmmmmm............... they were terrible. I've never had such a stressful exams ever (ever ever ever). Some papers made me double check whether I was writting the correct paper or was I in the correct venue. The others well I failed to get the license and registrations of the others because it felt like an 18wheeler had just hit me and then for good measure had reversed over me. Now my friends will tell you never to believe me because I over react but I assure you this is no over reaction. Marks come out on the 12th of December so I will just have to wait and hope for the best.

To the sound of Edwin Starr's "War" I present "LAW"

LAW...huh...yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh ha haa ha
LAW...huh...yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutley nothing...say it again y'all
LAW..huh...look out...
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing...listen to me ohhhhh

I had some free time so I decided to mess around with photoshop. I created a couple of new banners for the blog and would like your opinion if I should keep the original or change it Here are the new ones:

1.2.3.
Yes I know they abit blurry but just tell me which one you like :)

Its good to be back

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Exams Hiatus!!

2006-10-21T21:33:00.000+02:00

My exams start this thursday(26th October) so im gonna take a break from blogging (Say it aint so ...say it aint so?) Guess it happens with every examination that I have written but I am panic stricken and convinced I dont have enough time and that I may FAIL. I write on the 26th, 30th, 1st, 3rd(need a miracle), 7th and 15th so its a pretty hectic schedule to begin with especially since trying to study in ramadaan is an exercise in futility. So all I ask is for your dua (prayers) that I come through this unscathed and that I do well Inshallah (If God Wills).

I'll Be Back !!!!

Kuwabara, Kuwabara(If you ever wondered what this means click here)
The Lone Writer

When I Grow up.....

2006-10-14T16:47:00.000+02:00

"When I grow up I wanna be....." Now im sure you all remember saying this in various stages of your youth, im sure even today you still hear smaller siblings, young cousins, nephews/nieces and the opposite neighbours annoying kids (who you just want to throttle) say this with a twinkle in the eye looking forward to the day when their "dream" becomes a "reality".

This epiphany that kids have is synonymous with growing up as obvious as that may sound and in my opinion very important in their development into adults. Now if you as a kid never thought about what you wanted to be when you grew up and you find yourself living under bridge with bob the resident alcoholic (who smells 40years past his sell by date), a dog named trevor and no goal in life you can stop reading this and go find a job because I PITY THE FOOL!

Kids go through a myriad of possible things they want to be when they grow up. these choices either amaze. surprise or completely shock their parents. Possible grown up jobs include being a Firefighter, astronaut, doctor, Air hostess, archeologist (a.k.a arkiologogist), rap star, mermaid and MR T! (I PITY THE FOOL) ,you get the picture. I mean a certain kid (I know) at a very young age after watching a Guns & Roses's video wanted to grow up and become a regular Rock Star knocking on heavens door until his dream was shot down in a blaze of glory. I mean this kid use to do the whole air guitar jumping on couches thingy whilst mouthing the words to songs.

Now most of these ideas are just passing phases and fads depending on the latest in thing. Parents should be well aware of this however if your child wants to grow up to be a guest on the jerry springer show than you should worry because your daughter or son coming home with a transvestite midget is going to be the least of your worries. JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!
Ok back to the point which is that we have all experienced this phenomena if you can call it that, but how many of us have actually grown up to become what we as kids intended to become. I know I certainly havent, have any of you?

I can say with some degree of certainty that most if not all of you have not fulfilled your childhood wishes. Which kid in there right mind wants to be a lawyer, an accountant or work for SARS (if your kid wants to work for SARS please check for any signs or marks of the beast, their head revolving is a dead give away). Have we somehow abandoned our youthful dreams at a time when we didnt want to grow up to make money or to get ahead at the expense of others but to enjoy life and to help people. Now what does a child of 4 or 5 years know about life, it is harsh and being carefree doesnt help but still are we really happy with what we have become. Would your 4year old self if we could somehow could meet them today smack us and say "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BECOME!"

"When I grow up...." is a profound statement for a child so be sure not to dash there dreams because you have not fulfilled yours. For those of you who have made your childhood dream a reality I applaude you and I envy you because for me being a Rock Star would sure beat being a lawyer. *AIR GUITAR*

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Ramadaan

2006-10-07T15:30:00.000+02:00

Well its been a while since ive blogged, so in the spirit of this most auspicious month I may aswell blog on Ramadaan and couple of issues. Firstly I know its abit belated but Ramadaan Mubarak to all My readers (hey better late than never is what I say) hope the fasts and the spiritual detoxification has been going well.

This month that we have been blessed with is truely remarkable, we get a chance to renew our spiritual connection with Allah Ta'ala (God) and plant the seeds for our eternal garden in the Hereafter (Heaven). Now we should be doing this throughout the year and not only during Ramadaan but lets be honest, we are not saints but all sinners so we should take this time to attone for some of our past transgressions and turn over a new leaf on life. (Disclaimer: for all those saints out there I do apologize).

Part 1
This is also easier said then done because in Ramadaan time seems to be a very rare commodity (well maybe its just me). Life carries on and we cannot forgo our responsibilities. This makes trying to increase our levels of prayer (in any form) very difficult and the only thing that seems different from the rest of the year is that we remain hungry during the day and that we have to read taraweeh at night. Now maybe I have to manage my time more efficiently but its honestly sometimes its really hard. My day goes something like this : I go to campus and have lectures from 8 till 5, by the time I get back home its almost iftaar thereafter its taraweeh which is tiring especially if the Imam reads in a MONOTONOUS tone. I get back and have to do work for the next day (assignments, tests, etc), then try to get enough sleep before sehri so that I can get up in the first place, and dont seem completely zonked the next day in lectures. Time is definately not on my side. Now as I said maybe its just me and everybody else has enough time to pray and fulfill their other responsibilities but I just find it hard to finr time for everything in the day. Ok thats my mini rant

Part2
In Ramadaan people undergo a holy-fication process, ladies are always in scarf, guys are in kurta and keep beards........ Mashallah. Now who am I to Judge anyones intentions or dedication to islam in this glorious month so I wont, however I will say a couple of things. Its very commendable that people try dress and behave in a manner fitting for such a month but isnt it a little bit hypocritical that this only lasts for a month and is discarded like an empty chocolate wrapper when the announcement of Eid is made. For some the change is merely aesthetic and they continue behaving in an unislamic manner especially unmarried couples. Now im no saint and im not looking down upon these couples from a high and mighty tower of righteousness but please could these "couples" stop all their touchy feely shinanigens in public and have some respect for this blessed month. Honestly is really not nice seeing a couple clad in full islamic clothes doing things that they shouldnt be doing in the first place. Its just not kosher and definately not hallal or permissible so please STOP.

Part 3
A week before Ramadaan I had the honor of helping the M.S.A (Muslim Student Association) of WITS with there Ramadaan food collection project which was done in conjuction with SANZAF and Islamic Relief. Somewhere around 2000 parcels of food were prepared and given out to poor communities around the Gauteng region. I honestly know of no better feeling that one gets when doing something to help another human being that it is less fortumate then yourself. It creates a feeling of contentment, joy and the realization that we should be eternally grateful for the numerous bounties that we have and often take for granted. It also makes you realize that in the world filled with hardship and suffering that we can make a difference even if the difference be in the life of a single anonymous person its still something. People have become very cynical these days and are of the view the world and life in general is all about money and oneself I completely disagree. Life is not based what you can get out of it but what you are able to put in and give to others. Its the lives that you touch and not the lives that you hurt that will help us not only in the Hereafter but in this world also. I urge everyone reading this that give something in the path of Allah (God) for it is food for the soul.

On A lighter Note The Worlds Smallest Samoosa:

Yes thats a R1 next to it.

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Evolution of Man WTF?

2006-09-25T21:49:00.000+02:00

Hi guys I promised a Happy post with butterflies and rabbits and hello kitty stationery scattered along around a happy meadow with enya playing in the background, well i didnt promise all that and this is not it even if i did post something along those lines which im not. This however is a definite break from my recent "dark" posts with "scary" pictures........ ahem
Infact this is not a post, wait come to think of it you guys are not even reading this !

I came along this amusing animation.

if you cant see it click here

All I ask is do you agree with it?

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Literary Futility - Dreams of Fear

2006-09-15T23:50:00.000+02:00

I started writing a blog post but then it turned into a futile attempt at my own creative writing. I havent done any creative writing since school so bare with me its been awhile. And its not in line with the theme of my blog in a way. So here you go:

He woke up startled, disorientated and disturbed soaked to the bone in an icy cold sweat. A dream which he could not and did not want to remember lingered vaguely in his mind. He lay motionless as if he had died in his bed. Eyes closed trying to remember but his mind was blank and stagnant. What was it, what did it mean?

Opening his eyes as if for the first time, his vision blurred and speckled with purple spots as if he had looked into two bright lights. The blurriness passed but the purple spots remained burned onto his retina. He could see a loose light fitting hanging from a crumbling rotten ceiling above him. Where was he? This was not his room it couldn’t be but it felt familiar as if he had been here before.

He peered around the dimly lit room trying to observe every detail. The room was long and narrow but the end of the room was not visible and flowed into darkness. The windows covered by wooden planks placed in a haphazard manner only allowing flickers of light to pass through. The walls were grey and soiled as if they were meant to be this way. There was no furniture except for a rickety old rocking chair and the bed in which he lay. He was surprising calm. Trying to remember what had happened to him Who had brought him here and why?

A cold trickle of sweat rolled down his forehead and off his face, suddenly he heard a voice. It was faint and inaudible and it was coming from behind him, from behind the wall. With his heart beating faster and faster he turned towards the origins of the voice, his pupils already dilated suddenly constricted as he was face to face with two flaming red glowing eyes. Instead of being scared he was fixated, no matter how much he wanted to he could not close his eyes or turn away from these abysmal eyes. They were speaking to him but he could not understand, or maybe he didn’t want to understand. The rickety old chair began to rock slowly and abruptly a spine chilling sensation slithered down his spine, he felt rejuvenated, he felt more in control and he broke the gaze that had transfixed him. The eyes disappeared and the voice stopped.

He knew he had to get out, he knew he could not stay in the room because whatever was behind the wall wanted his obedience, wanted his living soul. He got out of bed and began to run barefoot towards the darkness at the other end of the room. His steps became heavy , no further from the wall he eventually stopped. What was happening to him? Could this be real?

He turned back towards the wall and saw that cracks were starting to appear in the moldy wall. Something was trying to come through something wanted to get him. He began to run again, tears rolling down his face pleading with God to help him. His screams only resonated off the walls of this God Forsaken room back into his skull it was no use he was doomed. As cracks grew the voice became louder and more malevolent and it was accompanied by the loud banging of drums. Images of suffering and horror flashed before him. He was starting to crack he could not take it anymore he had to get out he had to escape. Finally he could see a shape at the other end of the room it had a bluish glow. What was it? Could this be his salvation?

A door, it was a door. It was misplaced and out of proportion it didn’t belong in this room but rather it belonged in a more opulent home. It didn’t belong in this room just as he did not belong here. It was a massive oval door made out of either oak or mahogany with gold and silver symbols emblazed on it. It didn’t have a handle, a latch or lock of any kind and seemed sealed from within the room. Through the cracks between the door and wall an eerie blue fluorescent light was visible and he could feel a cool breeze. He needed to open the door but how?

The cracks in the wall behind him started widening and similar to the colour of the eyes a bright red glow shone through. The wall was almost breeched it was only a matter of time he needed to open the door but he couldn’t. He tried everything but the door would not budge. He gazed upon the symbols etched on the door and he knew that they were the key but he could not read them.

The voice was now becoming unbearable searing its inaudible words onto his ear drum. The sound of the drums made the room shake and it started to collapse. He banged the door with all his might but it was no use force would not be enough he would need more.

Looking at the wall crumbling he resigned himself to his fate and with a silly smile looked upon the wall with rank disregard as if saying “show me what you got” If he had a cigarette this would be the part in the movie where he lights it up before the final showdown with his nemesis.

The wall disintegrated with a sudden bang. He could see the flaming eyes but it was now embedded into a distinct human figure. It was breathing heavily and walking towards him dragging its left foot. Every step it took scorched the floor. The figure stopped just before him. it looked at him in a pitiful manner. It raised him to his feet and stared at him quizzically. He tried to resist but he couldn’t he had to see this being he had to see what was going to be responsible for his demise. He glanced at the being’s red flaming eyes and was once again transfixed by its gazed. He stared in its eyes for what seemed to be an eternity but instead of being afraid he was content. He felt the pain and suffering of his past fall away. His guilt and his fears evaporated. He actually felt better in the hands of this being. Was this being his salvation?

The voice continued to ring in his head but it was softer and more audible. He could hear it he could finally hear what it was saying. “Let go of your Fears” “Let Go of your Fears” “Take a chance and you will live” He felt less transfixed and was amazed at who the being looked like. He could swear he was looking into a mirror or the being was him.

The drums stopped and then it then let him go. He dropped to the ground like a lifeless corpse but he felt content and happy. The being stared at him and then began his walk back to the broken wall. He looked at the being walking away and felt the need to thank him from releasing him from his pain. He turned to the door which was open. The cool breeze came forth and bathed his body with a fresh sense of hope. He got up from this ordeal a better person and walked through the door a new man, a free man.

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

A Bit Of Cut and Paste......

2006-09-10T20:56:00.000+02:00

I wanted to post something original today but i just didnt have the time or the energy so I though abit of cut and paste would do just fine, after all the function is there for us to abuse. I came across this whilst checking my mail. I have no idea who the author is and You may have read it before:

A SOULFUL RELATIONSHIP
If you're not married yet, share this with a friend. If you are married, share it with your spouse or other married couples and reflect on it. An African proverb states, "Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye."

Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low self-esteem, make you blind to warning signs. Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults aren't really important. Once you decide to commit to someone, over time his or her flaws, vulnerary-abilities, pet peeves, and differences will become more obvious.

If you love your mate and want the relationship to grow and evolve, you've got to learn to close one eye and not let every little thing bother you. You and your mate have many different expectations, emotional needs, values, dreams, weaknesses, and strengths. You are two unique individual children of God who have decided to share a life together. Neither of you are perfect, but are you perfect for each other? Do you bring out the best in each other?

Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare, and control? What do you bring to the relationship? Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain? You can't take someone to the altar to alter him or her. You can't make someone love you or make someone stay. If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment, and "a life", you won't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness or responsible for your pain.

Manipulation, control, jealousy, neediness, and selfishness are not the ingredients of a thriving, healthy, loving and lasting relationship! Seeking status, sex, wealth, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship. What keeps a relationship strong? Communication, intimacy, trust, a sense of humour, sharing household tasks, some getaway time without business or children and daily exchanges (a meal, shared activity, a hug, a call, a touch, a note).

Leave a nice message on the voicemail or send a nice email. Sharing common goals and interests. Growth is important. Grow together, not away from each other, giving each other space to grow without feeling insecure. Allow your mate to have outside interest. You can't always be together. Give each other a sense of belonging and assurances of commitment.. Don't try to control one another. Learn each other's family situation. Respect his or her parents regardless.

Don't put pressure on each other for material goods. Remember for richer or for poorer. If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment, withdrawal, abuse, neglect, dishonesty, and pain replace the passion.
The difference between 'United' and 'Untied' is where you put the I.

A Sandwich

2006-09-07T20:30:00.000+02:00

Consider this:

"Is it possible to LOVE a sandwich so much,

that you don't want to eat it

due to the FEAR that is will no longer be there?"

(Ajax- "Duckman: Private Dick/Family Man")

Sometimes there is nothing better then a homemade sandwich whether it be a simple chesse sandwich or a gourmet sandwich fit fo a King. Here's a salute to all those sandwiches that hit the spot when we really needed them, you wont be forgotten.

For all you sandwich fanatics The Sandwich Project and the history of the sandwich

The Lone Writer

Kuwabara. Kuwabara

Hell !

2006-08-30T20:44:00.000+02:00

Anyone expecting a literary masterpiece about the eternal DAMNATION that awaits some of us in the life after death will be disappointed. This is just an Arb post and a little weird.

The sight of HELL (or for that matter HEAVEN) would be uncomprehendible for the human mind to process. However everyone has at some stage in their life imagined or have been told what HELL may look like and we have built up our own personal representations of it. Every faith on Earth has some version of Hell were the souls of the evil are damned to an eternity of suffering until they have paid for their sins and are forgiven by God. To the majority of the worlds population HELL is a very real concept where they live daily in situations that for the lack of a better description is HELL ON EARTH. God Bring peace and relief to these people.

Fire and Brimstone contantly raining down, burning wind swepped plains, the sky ablazed, rivers of boiling blood, demons, endless torture and the screams of the damned are what come to mind when we think of hell and its a scary thought. Hell has been portrayed in movies numerous times but for the most part they have been way off the mark. I think the version of Hell in the movie Constantine, was the best ive ever seen so far. Now the movie wasnt great but its portrayal of hell was the closest in my opinion to what Hell may look like.

The suffering of the Damned:

I know that this representation is a far cry from the truth which is probably a milion times worse but for me this may be as close as it gets. The human mind is feeble and we do things without thinking that there may be consequences. We try and do things in secret away from prying eyes so that we dont get caught but we can never escape the vision of God, you cant escape the Omnipresent so we will pay for our sins. However I pray for all that we never find out what it actually looks like in this world and the Hereafter.

John Constantine: Officially, I was dead for two minutes... but believe me, two minutes in hell is a lifetime.

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Introspection where does it takes us

2006-08-27T16:22:00.000+02:00

Introspection: - observation or examination of one's own mental and emotional state, mental processes, etc.; the act of looking within oneself.

Introspection is a uniquely human ability which separates us from animals and has been way of looking into an individual's mind through their experiences from the time of Socrates. However I do stand to be corrected by any of the 'lovely people" from PETA or any of the extremist tree hugging/ flower power/ hippie yahoo societies who think that animals are on par with us on every level(I am all for the protection of the environment and animals but some people take it abit too far).

Everyone has their own method of introspection and nobody can say that they havent at some time or the other done that. Introspection being a self examination is very subjective so it's debatable whether it really helps us in anyway because if we cannot recognize a potential problem how can we rectify it. If we manage to detach ourselves for just a moment we may be able to change for the better but only if we are open to the fact that we can be wrong and that it is normal to be wrong. Do we like who we have become? What are we becoming? How have we changed? How do we affect those around us? Questions like these can help us if we answer them truthfully and objectively.

Sometimes introspection can turn into a forensic dissection of ones entire life where we think back on all the things that could, should and would have happened had we done things differently. This in my opinion this is unhealthy and leads to Regret. Expanding on the philosophy Master Yoda, Regret leads to Depression. Depression leads to Fear. Fear leads to Anger. Anger leads to Hate. Hate leads to Suffering and the Dark side follows. It also leads to a very ego centric view of the life where people become desensitized to the fact that even though they may be feeling horrible they are not the only people suffering and that in the scheme of things there problems may be infinitesimal.

"No Regrets they dont work. No regrets now they only hurt" Robbie Williams - No Regrets

However unhealthy this may be (well in my opinion anyway) it does happen and I have fallen victim to this myself. This forensic dissection usually hits people at the worst possible time and actually compounds the problem at hand. Before you know it you cant remember what sparked this contemplation on the past in the first place. People start wondering had they taken a different road in life things may have been better and start asking questions like "Why did this happen to me?" or "What did I do to deserve this?" The answers to these questions don't seem apparent but only we can answer them.

Its amazing that this happens especially since we have been blessed with the power of choice and yet we still make the wrong decisions, or do we ?. What is the purpose of being able to choose if we regret the choices that we have made. Our choices whether bad or good have made us who we are today so why regret them when we should rather deal with the present and only learn from the past. The only reason we fall is to learn how to get up and this is what life is about.

I know its easier said than done trying not to think about "what if" but it doesnt help us and only makes us take for granted what we have presently. Introspection is good when it helps us deal with things and move on but its not when it just tears of the scabs of old wounds, allowing it to fester and become worse.

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

The Blogger Bug!

2006-08-19T17:03:00.000+02:00

Now I have been blogging for a little over two months and im not the most prolific or intellectually stimualting blogger but together with my work and my love for blogging I'm afraid im going to turn into my friend here ---------------------------->
Sorry if it's abit gory but its really funny and true to the situation that most people who are studying or working find themselves in.I shall call him Bob, Hello Bob

I haven't blogged in more than a week due to my increasing workload and im already getting tremors! Now this may be an indication of my possible addiction to blogging or it may be a symptom of Parkinson's Disease, but the thrill of a new post, the enticipation of people commenting on my thoughts and the general freedom of voicing my opinion on a world wide forum makes having a blog worth it. Have I become a blog junkie or a blog extremist? What exactly am I?

Many of my friends wonder why in the blue hell do I blog? Why do I waste my time writing about things that most people don't give a damn about and only a handful read? I'll tell you why, its because In my opinion blogging is a theraputic experience which I throughly enjoy. Every single day during my studies I'm compelled to write in a formal and ordered way, and trust me I'm not very far away from Bob's heroics with the keyboard (well not exactly like that and im sure you get the point) but blogging gives me the authority to ramble about anything, whether it be coherent or not (well I hope its coherent). Blogging helps me relax, it calms the storm in my mind and gives me the ability to express myself on a platform which is global. Ofcourse I also relax through movies, music, games and going out with friends but sometimes I just have to write. Now this is by no way a paid for by Blogger post trying to indoctrinate people into using blogger in order to relax and no im not some yaahoo/hippie who has had abit of a bad week and is now advocating the virtues of blogology.

What do I intend to acomplish with ramblings? absolutely nothing, as far as im concern its my subjective opinion that has been tainted by my lifes experiences and my perpetual cynicism. If you don't agree with me there will be people who do, thats the beauty of writing there is always different opinions on the subject. If I offend, inspire or downright kill people through bad grammar and boring discourse than so be it whether it be through implication or fact.

People like me, and bob depending on how serious there keyboard injuries are will continue to expand the blog universe with useful tips and personal stories. The blogger bug has bitten me and I have a serious case of blogotitis (corny? yes I know) which I hope will continue for a while to come or atleast until PS3 comes out.

Kuwabara. Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

The Lone Writer

The book of Time

A Lonely Thought

Classic English Literature.........

Happy 100th Post and a point of annoyance

Show me the movies !

You've got to be kidding.......

The Practice.......

KXA !

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Literary Futility: Jonas the Bee.....

The Bounce

Literary Futility: - Story of the Flesh

Its Over for Now......or is it?

The Return.....

Hallucinatory remarks

Art Lesson.......

Ramadaan Mubarak

Road Trip : LADYSMITH

Pure Evil - The Joker

The Power Of a Smile

Hope

T.E.S.D

Patriotism Lost: Xenophobic De-Evolution

4 minutes to save the world......

We are not the Champions

Bollywood

Just a quick thought

WHERE HAS ALL THE TIME GONE??????

Taking a back seat

Blogshedded...

Unlocking the true Elegance Of a Women

Words of Wisdom....

We Interrupt this silence to bring you a special message...

Divergent paths....

Poetry Corner

*cough * Judgmental *cough*

It's a Mad Mad World....

Working Class Hero...

Compiling My Freedom.....

Working Class!

Once upon a time in DURBAN.....

The last straw

IT SNOWED!!!!

Post Exam Rant......Durbs?

Exam Update: "Property Now"

Exam Update: "The Civil Inquisition"

Procrastination.......

The Cold Constitution

Brain Smoothie

Can I have one order of superpowers...extra spicy.

Tribute to Mothers

Cheek to Cheek...

Top 10 Wrestlers Of All Time!

Chicken Run....

My Big Fat Greek Birthday.

Movie Trouble...Whilst Being a Famous Leader.

Tagalicious!

The Night Mistress

Tag I'm it.....

Untitled.....

One or a Million! Who to save?

Literary Futility - The One

Individual Anarchy....

Mr Bones...

It Must be LoVe LoVe LoVe NOT!!!!!!

In a Galaxy Far Far Away.....

Hello darkness, my old friend

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

The Revelation!

T.I.A

Something for the Guys.....

Life Imitating Blog.....

2006 and the year ahead

Floating through time along the Nile.......

Results/ Travel/Thoughts

Miracles, Children and Ranting

You Cant Touch The Classics

Borat!

Finally........

cough Judgmental cough