i want to type as i did experience
i enter and the colour fades, i scrunch
my eyelashes together and pull, pull
to revive it. the colourless is a relief at first, yes
but then i must make meaning, must colour
and so on the tip of my arched toe sprouts yellow
slivers of sweat, puffs of purple carbon dioxide
rise up and down my shin, and with the hollow of my back
suspended in black tar, the pain red and hot and lively
bounces on my flourescent pearls and i know i am am am...perfect
I Shut My Eyes in Order to See- Paul Gauguin
The Jerkoff Guide
I've always prided myself that most of the "experience" I've had with guys has been on the soccer field and at the shooting range. However every girl has had her encounter with what we politely term the Jerkoff. The dude that slurks (my word) around looking for prey with a bag of painstakingly thought out moves to hook your attention...for the heck of it. Azzy is usually awesome at this sort of thing but I thought I'd give it a go: Nooj presents:
The Jerkoff Guide
*Disclaimer: There are sincere dudes who do these things without slurking intentions.
However be aware that these are a dying species and cannot be relied upon to be bona fide*
He compliments your friends when you've only mentioned them once in passing
He sms's you just when you have forgotten of his existence to say he's been waiting for a hello and couldn't take it any more
He remembers arb weird details of your life to make you think your every word is precious to his heart
He asks you arb weird details of your life tourettes-etly (my word)
You make a dumb joke and he says that was the cheering up he's needed all day and he is the happiest person ever right now.
He sometimes re-uses the same lines because he forgets that he used it on you already and not someone else.
Not a day passes without him finding a way to say how you think like no one else he's ever met.
He finds a reason to bring up how lost and lonely he is in every conversation, which of course leads you to make the dumb joke, which of course makes you his saviour...
Random Ideas: Things Nooj remembers when cutting her toenails
Confession of a retired wannabe g33k
Ok everyone sit down.
I give up, I can't any more.
The truth is... I sometimes ignore stuff.
Like EMAILS, TWITTER UPDATES, FB NOTIFICATIONS, BLOG POSTS...
Thing is, that I don't want to keep up any more.
I've discovered space.
Like gigs of ram.
But freely flying around waiting to catch my attention to mesmerise me.
Random Ideas: my writing is gone tipsy
Yellow Brick Road-Yin Version
I am ecstatic about what Irfaan would call The Zawiyah one of my belovedest
people started a few weeks ago.
It just reinforces my current quote-fetish:
"The type of human being we prefer
reveals the contours of our heart"
Ortega Y Gasset
Which by the way was said a long time ago by a brilliant
amazing superextraordinary human being:
Abu Hurairah reported Allah's Messenger
(peace and blessings be upon him) as saying,
"Souls are troops collected together and those
who familiarized with each other
(in the heaven from where these come) would have affinity,
with one another (in the world) and those amongst them
who opposed each other (in the Heaven) would also be
divergent (in the world)." (Muslim)
Which is knowledge we should treasure as the
One who has Copyright on the Soul says:
And they ask you about the soul.
Say: The soul is one of the commands of my Lord,
and you are not given aught of knowledge but a little.)(Al-Israa' 17: 85)
There were times in my life where I cared for people based on my
parents' ideas. And then in more difficult times, based on them
embodying values my parents had neglected.
Now all I seek (and find Subhanallah) is respect.
Random Ideas: the wonderful wizard of Oz... , We're off to see the wizard
An Image a Day- 27th April
Freedom Day- I have so much to think and write about.
Not tonight.
Tonight is sacred for another reason.
Yet one anecdote in the aftermath of Elections 2009-
The day before the elections I went to wash my car, which is somthing I'm a little OCD about.
And standing outside my preferred filling station, with a large green palisade fence surrounding my air from that of the taxi rank half a metre away, I thought of what Azad talks of in his election post: I'm not old enough to vote.
About how I am standing here in an area that was previously reserved for Whites, looking at the people whose sweat built this country and witnessing their cheerfulness in spite of having been systematically left out. In an area that is close to freeways and mega malls and all types of amenities and resources, witnessing the majority of our land commute to far away bantustans in transpost that was supposed to take them far away, whether they reached their destination or not.
And I think of Palestine.
Viva Mzansi, we love you and will fight for you with all we have.
PS: Meeting Dew and Azad was really cool. Hope it brings our friendship closer :)