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2011 - the year end wrap up

So I promised Nafisa I would do this this year end wrap up.

1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before?
Participated in a photo-shoot that was all about me.

 2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
like every other year I said quit smoking, I did for about 4 months
Diet - which is on going and Adding Fitness to the list.
I plan on doing Midmar and the Otter trail.

 3. How will you be spending New Year’s Eve?
Quietly. By myself, it's a new experience.

 4. Did anyone close to you die?

5. What countries did you visit?
Inhaca Island off Mozambique

 6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?

 7. What date from 2012 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
 well a weekend really last weekend of September I won a game show which meant I got to go on an amazing cruise and I won an Umrah trip.

 8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
 Keep on swimmin' (Not a cop out, but rather tha…
When I read titles like A letter to Islam: we are women, not things: iLIVE Fills me not with trepidation but as a muslim woman, my back is automatically up. I can't take away the experience this woman has had at the hands of the men in her life, but I fail to see how her generalisations make me want to empathise with her. In one swift article she has insulted me, my intelligence and disrespected my choice- yes my choice to remain muslim. My friend Saaleha said it perfectly. "it's tiresome we shouldn't have to apologise all the time" I am by no standards a feminist, islamist and detest the term moderate muslim. Yes South African Muslims are possibly the only nation of muslims that are allowed to practice freely, regardless of the sect they belong to. But I refuse to have to explain that EVERYTIME. She disrespects me by saying: No self-respecting woman can be Muslim. I can't fight for every muslim in the rest of the world, I can only change perceptions …
The most beautiful thing I have ever seen was sarcasm
Stuck between your lips before it poured out all over the conversation.

The arch of your eyebrow and the tilt of your head
as the words you spoke remain unsaid

Is as far as I got with the thoughts in my head but it's written in the same tone as Jason

Mraz's Beautiful Mess

"A Beautiful Mess"

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being subme…

un write

I wish I could un-write and un-say many of my utterances
Broken and tied, I'm behind my own demise.

my own mastermind

Talking Snack!

I was so excited that Sham was finally coming to Joburg and thought the best way to tell the story was the way I remembered it, through the food we planned to eat, did eat and wanted to eat but were too full!

Before you go any further, if you don't know who Sham is, you can fuck right off at this point. Because you should have clicked at the link above, saw her stuff and then kick yerself for not meeting her. and then proceed to read the rest of this blog in emerald shade of jealous green.

T-3 days till #shaminjhb happened, I offered my services for the day to show them around. We knew it was a limited time frame because of the time they were coming in and also a braai that night, had to be prepped for.

So we spoke about food, because well, food moves me. Decided we have to get samoosas for our walk about in the CBD, yes nay-saying joburgers the actual CBD.

But first the samoosa's, "World of Samoosas " in the plaza was the only place one should ever buy samoosas from …

The squeaky wheel gets the attention first.

People I don't like are those with influence who can sweep in social change, and choose instead to cause dissent by creating an "Us and Them"

Malema went to Thembilihle which is a settlement close to Lenz. But Im not sure if I deserved to be surprised when he sticks to the above formula above. Except ofcourse the US - is now residents of the informal settlement  and Them is played by the amaKula ( Derivative term for indian people, basically implying coolie)

While channeling his supposed Che Guevarra vibe while donning a beret. While I do believe local photogrpahers get a kick out of taking the worst photos of the man, I can't help but chuckle and say to them, let his words and actions do that.

Now Julius always operated with this M.O and ofcourse the US and Them changes according to the crowd and situation. Us - the youth of today.Them - the backward thinking leaders
Us black people - Them every one else.

Then he sings Dibhulu Ibunu but to ensure he doesn't offe…

I can't do this anymore

I realise now in retrospection, that I have been to free with my friendship, my loyalty and my time.Giving it away without a single thought on wether those people deserve my efforts.
I know now, that because I am so different from the people and friendships I keep. That when the going gets tough, I get cut, hurt, bruised, not believed even worse become the accused.
I am the reason things fall apart, I ruin lives and I am at fault. Don't mistake me, I am not-worthy most days of some of the friends I keep, and that I am without a doubt the most flawed in the bunch. Maybe it's my upbringing, maybe the lack of education that makes me trust people completely, or that I don't question wether they believe me or stand up for me when I am not around.
I have been burned, I have been scarred and every time I aspire higher than my station in life. I am hurt or believed that I am not one of the collective.
The realisation today is that I never was part of the group and I am a groupie and w…


I don't understand it or not even sure where to begin but since my birthday 3 weeks ago I have craved grapes. Fresh off the bunch, in a glass, from a can. I don't care as long as I get grapes into my system.

I dont even know if it's healthy or unhealthy. I have managed to contain this unnatural tendencies to woolies 100% hanepoort and grapetiser and ACTUAL grapes.

What the hell is wrong with me? All I think about is grapes.

THEN I googled grape cravings and I almost(ALMOST!) feel the exact same:

Suffice to say I am NOT normal, but I am not alone

In the land of thin, the stick is king

And the rest of us sizeable creatures are anomalies. I am

I had some pics taken yesterday with my friends and noticed that not only am I larger but the size difference is really big!

I am not at a point where I can write unemotionally or unbiased about my looks and weight. But although there is still much venom, disdain and venom reflected at my image from me. I can't help but note that my friends love me enough to support me as is, and not a perception of what others want to see.

More importantly I have fun with them and they dona't judge me.

Thanks to Jenty for the pics.
Thanks to Bumpy for the tutu's! They are amazing
To Kellen , Zahira, Denielle, Nafisa and Red John 

So happy 30th old hag! you look utterly ridiculous  and totally happy!

Guess which one I am? [yes, the bitch ruling the roost!]

The diet so far

So after my first week of dieting, I thought I'd have a review on it.

I'm terrified that I will fail again and this time trying to not make a big deal out of it, but quietly doing my thing without trumpeting it to my friends.

My work colleagues have been absolutely amazing in supporting me, even though at cerebra we are renowned for our ability to chow down.

Things I got wrong this week:
1. Forgetting to take my measurements and weight. Which means I can't check if I lost anything.

2. Mixing up cheese and feta!
I'm allowed cheese everyday but feta only once a week.
3. Zahira handed me a jelly bean and said "omg you must taste this candyfloss flavoured one" and promptly stuffed it into my mouth. But Denielle "the vigilant" went " noooo Aasia, spit it out!!" And I promtly did

Things I got right:

Saying no to the bad stuff.

Actually sitting at a table covered with akhalwayas steak, patties,sausages, chips and other buttery homemade goodies …

Men to blame

No, this isn't about hating men or looking down on them.
But all I have been reading recently is how my friends need to find husbands infact I got an Eid khutbah about getting married.Firstly how can society put a sell-by date on a womans marriagability? When the prophet Muhammed(SAW) first wife was in her 40s?
Not only that, men, now more than ever refuse to look beyond the surface of a woman to understand her, see her qualities!If men were chivalrous and treated woman with respect and dignity, most women I know would move heaven and earth to please that man.When you search for a wife, like you do for accessories around your home, why then gentlemen are you surprised that, that is all she can do is be an ornament!?
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What we see when watching others, depends on the purity of the window through which we look. Before we give any criticism, it might be a good idea to check our state of mind and ask ourselves if we are ready to see the good rather than to be looking for something in the person we are about to judge.