idols

for the last week out of boredem ive been following american idols. i think what attracts me to it(besides the odd hot chick) is simons comments. i love his brute honesty. reminds me of me :).its quite amusing seeing people make asses of themselves.(got mum hooked on it as well.she shocks me sometimes with her comments bout pitch, stage presence and choice of song) the scary thing is that they actually think they can sing! and worse than that is their family and friends that spur them on. so this got me thinking bout how we are influenced by the words of those around us. and that maybe sometimes we need to take a moment to tell these people around us to stop sugar coating and give it to us straight up. get a true and critical reflection of yourself. however one will have to take it in ones stride and see it as an opportunity to improve rather than get depressed.

easter weekend

the ima (islamic medical association) is hosting their annual conference in stellenbosch cape town easter weekend. so i decided it would be worth attending, seeing that i need the cpd points and at the same time catch up with all my old classmates.havnt seen or heard from them in awhile, me being the only one that didnt return to ct after com service. so looking forward to next weekend. only drag is im returning tues morning on 6am flight, which means being at the airport at 5am which means getting up at 4am. and i am NOT a morning person. then go straight to work. i see one very unproductive tuesday coming up : )

TAG

Ive been tagged by safiyya. So here goes. My list of 5.

I am a techno freak. I love all types of gadgets, machinery, and anything that’s shiny and new. And hell if its wireless, where do I sign for it! (mechanics and electronics rock!)

I don’t scream or rant in an argument. I believe that when you start screaming, you have run out of constructive arguments and somehow believe by saying the same thing in a louder voice is getting you somewhere. And if I run out of arguments, I stop talking and just listen.

I have a morbid fascination with helicopters. Am currently trying to find a decent radio controlled one , and insha allah going to start flying lessons soon.

I don’t believe in love as everybody knows it. I believe it takes a very long time to love someone. Like years. True love is only shown when all the lust , hype , and newness of the relationship are over. True love is a very deep understanding between two individuals. Knowing each other so well that you can tell your partners mood, needs and feelings without saying a word. True love is rare , yet people fling the word love around loosely.

I am a planner. Everything I do is planned with at least two contingency plans. I do not make rash decisions. I contemplate the outcome of each choice before choosing. It can be annoying at times. But that’s me.

Today was a bit of a weird day. But a good sort of weird. Started with truck that was loaded quite high driving down the street where I work and managing to get the overhanging telkom and eskom wiring caught in the load and ripping the pole out the ground sprawling it across the road. The thing about this incident is that ever since ive started working here I have parked in the same spot. Its become known by the locals that I park there. However today for the 1st time for some reason known to Allah only , I decided to make a u turn and park on the opposite side of the road. Had I parked in my usual spot today I would be without a car now, cos it would have had a huge pole stuck smack in the middle of it. The other amazing thing is that everyone around us had their power and phone lines cut. Only ours was working.

Anyway the day went on and there was obviously lots of activity in the area while they cleared up and got cracking getting the situation sorted out.(I swear municipal workers are the slowest, laziest people alive). At around 2:30, I was busy with a patient doing a filling. Im halfway through drilling when our power cuts. so the poor guy has to come in tomorrow to finish it off. The rest of the afternoon was spent roasting in the office rescheduling patients.

Then made my way to the gym. For the last two days my lock for the gym locker has been missing and I put it down to me misplacing it. Now I always generally use a locker with a number that has some significance so as not to forget where my stuff is (yes im getting old). So today I go for that magic locker 83(the year of my birth) but find its taken. So I use the one next to it , but I took a closer look at the lock on 83. it looked very familiar. So I waited till no one was looking(didn’t wana get chucked out for trying to steal) and tried my key. And what do you know…its my lock!! The locker was empty though. I swear I have no recollection of leaving it there. That is very scary. I feel like im losing my mind!

how to split a million

GRRRRR

What is it with people and wanting to get me married? Every so often my mum receives a call from some family member or family friend with news that they have the perfect girl for me. The usual bo haari poyri, bo kerwiylie(spelling?) che. She can cook and was brought up very well (meaning she not afraid of household chores) and, if she comes from a rich family then they must add that she is not a snob and the money hasn’t gone to her head!

For gods sakes!!! Why cant they just leave me alone! To me they are taking the important act of marriage and trivialising it. Basically saying a good marriage partner is one that can cook and clean. I mean really if I wanted a cook or a servant id hire one.

To me a marriage partner is someone with great character. Someone with patience and understanding. Someone I could talk to about everything im thinking and not be judged. Someone who has respect and knows how to conduct themselves in different situations. Should these not be the first criteria when finding a life partner?

Generally women give up 90% of their lives after marriage. That in itself is huge! So what is the big deal if she cant cook? I would love to come home to a meal that my wife made a hash of and eat it with a smile on my face adoring her even more with every morsel just because she tried doing something for me, although she didn’t have to. Isn’t that what marriage is about? Understanding and growing a deeper bond with each passing day?

Women give up their freedom, their homes and comfort of having their parents there, their lifestyle, their dreams and aspirations (sometimes), all to be with you and yet you find men at shopping centres getting agitated with their spouses for taking to long. All she requires you to sacrifice is a few hours of your time and you cant give her that?

I guess what im trying to get at (in a very bizarre way)is that I don’t want to get married for the wrong reasons and end up being an ungrateful husband and wreck some poor women’s life because I wasn’t ready to get married.

I might have a very idealistic view of what marriage is about, but I also feel some people miss the point totally.

what i miss about durbs

the warm beaches..(the water is freezing in el)

halaal junk food:
- wrap it up steak special
- caminettos pizza
- crystal steak sandwich
- jmos cheese burger
- and most things from kikis

being able to eat ice cream anytime of year cos its always hot.

large shopping malls that stock the latest stuff rather than stuff that is 3 seasons old.(i might be exaggerating just a little)

being able to get exactly what you want by asking someone who knows someone who can get it for you at next to nothing and tells you don't tell anyone i got it for you.

the atmosphere in ramadaan , especially as eid is approaching.

being able to hear the azaan no matter where you live (well almost everywhere).

bhala and peru...(don't get lotus in this part of the world)

seeing a GTI with dropped suspension, tinted windows, nifty paint job, obscenely large rear spoiler, TSW mags, free flow exhaust, large pioneer sticker on the rear windscreen, and a driver that is nearly navy bobbing his head to the likes of "who let the dogs out" at a volume that is in excess of 140db.

and of course the lingo :)