Chori Chori Ladi Ankhiya...

Bet ya didn’t know I knew Hindi, did ya? =P

Lol my mood is playful today…well deserved holiday and relaxation allowed me to get back to semi-normal… and I guess seeing someone who is there for me always and loves me a lot helped (#”.#) So this is for you Chocolate Romeo =P (And I don’t care, if you call me Milky Bar Fairy I’ll call you Chocolate Romeo and you can sound like my hoe…though you’re pimpstress will have my head if she heard me call you that!)

Yes you’re not mine and yes I call you Romeo and it’s not because you’re going to commit suicide for someone. It’s because they should have stuck with the “Loverboy” nickname =P apart from that, I really had a good time...short, but enjoyable =P and I know I don’t make you the promise you wanted…but you’re mean, hmpf! And you refuse to send me the photos so I publicly declare I refuse to talk to you or spend more time with you until you do *straight face*

And yet here I am even though I’m sulking and cursing your name, you still get a post for yourself…coz I love you like that (and DON’T get a big head it’s not in that way you thinking =P)

But seriously though…you don’t know what I’ve been going through…I haven’t told you…and I’m still not going to but thank you for being there for me and not trying to get me to talk about it more than I was ready for. I know you wanted to, I know you could…but you didn’t. Thank you =)

And I’m still sulking…so refuse to write more…

K thanks, Bye =P

 

 

Chasing the Sun...

Ironically enough I just went to the pavilion…time with my mental friends was just what I needed =) my smile is as real as its going to get I guess but it was enough to lift my mood a little. Especially considering we went to Milky Lane =D

SUGAR!!!!!!!! My lifeblood (**,) although, it must be said, *sigh*, that I’ve never gotten a sugar rush, or high. Just need it. Otherwise I get all grumpy and moody and depressed as my life literally gets dragged away…

And another thing I want a bear from Bear Worx! I swear I saw the cutest one ever! A mini biker-bear! But *double sigh* I will have to wait…I don’t know when I don’t know how but I WILL make my own bear. But I had to settle with a cute blue one from sweets from heaven..its so fluffy I could die =P lol…

The sugar has gotten enough in me to write something more decent…so….

Next post will be…uhm….when I finish it? =P

The clue is in the picture (:

And I know the title has nothing to do with what I said but still! Its an awsome wake-up song =)

Love as a Religion...

Now interestingly enough it’s been freezing and raining. Why is it such a big deal? Coz this is Durban… It’s obviously a first – time thing here. As miserable as campus is I’ve been staying indoors like any sensible individual. So while in a piano room (TRYING to learn to play again) I had a phone call from a friend who posed an interesting question.  What happens if you fall in love outside your religion? (BE WARNED: This is where you see some of my regrettably “mushy” romantic side)

All of us, at some point (don’t even TRY to deny it, if I’ve done it at some point, so have you) we’ve all marvelled at inter-racial and inter-religious couples. How do they manage? They go through a lot of criticism, yes, but isn’t that tedious? Through all the different conflicts and clashes and misunderstandings they’re bound to have, will they pull through?

And ironically enough a close friend of mine asked me the same thing…whether he was asking me seriously or not I’m not sure…But anyway

WARNING: UNCHARACTERISTIC ROMANTICNESS AHEAD….

My answer would be yes, if it was true love they would. Take me and the guy that asked me this, Irshaad, he and I are different. He’s a Muslim and I’m a Hindu. That in itself is a problem right there according to religion if we were to start dating. I said IF, stalkettes, IF. (Anyway another thing I don’t mean to be racist or discriminative, this is just my opinion, remember?) His family would want a Muslim girl and mine would want a Hindu boy. Problem begins with family. Next problem would be our traditional dress. (And I’m not 100% sure on this; this is just my knowledge in general) I would be wearing traditional “outfits” with beadwork, jewellery and bangles, kohl and possible make-up emphasizing my face, my hair long and open and possibly mendhi on my hands. He would have a problem, not with mendhi (Fatz? I’m right, right?) But with everything else. He would want me to be conserved and well kept. Problems continue as our religion requires us to do certain things, prayers and fasts. So problem among problem, among problem.  But, again, the question arises: How would they/we manage?

Simple answer. If it was true love, it wouldn’t matter.  When you’re with someone their race or religion doesn’t matter, nor how they look or what they wear. All that is just arbitrary. Love has no race or religion. Love is love. It’s not planned and it can’t be categorised, named or discriminated against. All that would matter is that you fell in love with that person for who they are, not what they do. Their personality is what matters the most that will tell you how you feel about them.  Somewhere along the line, yes, there will have to be a compromise, but it will be mutual. Personally I wouldn’t care. I’d love him no matter what and I would be willing to do anything to be with him. And he for me.  Now don’t ask me the definition of love, that’s for everyone to decide for themselves but yeah. Next time you see a white girl and an African guy or whatever don’t  immediately jump to the “Top-Deck” thing and start all that nonsense. They’re together and they’re happy. No one else matters to them. Why does it matter to you if you don’t know what it feels like?

Since I mentioned him, you might as well stalk him too..he likes the attention =P Old Person...

Simply Amazing...

Confused? Yes…so am I...after growing up and living for rock…why on earth is Trey Songz in my head? For those of you who don’t know. I’m the youngest in my family. I grew up listening to anything and everything before I settled on my particular “genre”. From my dad, I listened to reggae and RnB. From my mom I listened to pop (I kid you not…Backstreet Boys and everything!) as well as…Ballads? Gospel?  Either way a hell of a lot of love songs. From my eldest sister I listened to rap and house. From the middle was more of instrumental and country. Music plays a big part of my life and honestly from each genre I always find something I like, which explains why I know and like a few other songs, artists and bands that aren’t necessarily rock. Now contrary to my dad’s belief I should not and do not listen to Justin Beiber, Selena Gomes, Miley Cyrus or any of the other Disney Brats…But I do listen to a lot of “Modern age” music such as electro and stuff. But yeah, back to this song.

Why this song?  It’s stuck in my head. Why is it stuck in my head?  Now the one fault of mine is that I’m a hopeless romantic. Not the usual knight in shining armour bullsh!t no…but simple, sweet gestures. This song for instance. I swear if a guy wrote or sang something like this for me I’d marry him on the spot, no questions asked. And if it was Trey Songz? Screw you, racist Neanderthals! With a build like that and a voice like that no girl in their right mind would say no. But back to my ramblings I envy the girl this was written for…and Bruno Mars’ “Just the way you are”  Bruno Mars I could reject though…but ANYWAY…

Yeah don’t you think its sooooo sweet? This song is just beautiful. And I agree that some of the lyrics are questionable, but that’s what love is about. Doesn’t everyone want love? It’s a rhetorical question…I can’t type more…my fingers are frozen…want a hot chocolate…but I promise I’ll expand on tomorrow…or next week…or later…whenever I don’t know but, I will…

*DROOL*

Tribute to Carla...

Carla Hazel Serfontein…a girl who’s name will forever live on. I never knew her personally but she’s opened my eyes to the world we live in today. There will be no snarkiness, bitchiness, random and mentalness or need for anger management in this post.

I’m sure you must have heard about our girl. She was a 15 year old sweetheart with one fault, she had necrotic pneumonia. She was in a coma for 7 days while her family, her friends and pretty much everyone who knew her hoping, praying that she would pull through. While in that coma, medical staff were removing fluids from her lungs every day. It sounded like they were struggling to fight the bacterial strain, as her lungs were still pretty swollen. She received blood plasma every day to help fight the infection as well as antibiotics. The doctors were unsure as to the reason for the infection but once the appeal for blood plasma was released, almost anyone and everyone tried to do their part. She was and will remain to be a fighter. Her family would like to thank everyone who tried to help their little girl. Everyone else just wishes there was a little more to do. Letting go is the hardest thing to do and accepting it is another thing entirely…

Makes you think, doesn’t it? I know it must be a cliché now but tomorrow really isn’t guaranteed. Here was a girl who had her whole life, a bright future and it was all compromised in the blink of an eye. She fell sick and she fought for her life, but she just wasn’t strong enough. I could write more but I won’t, I’m too emotional to even know if I made sense. Let her memory live on and be a lesson to us all never to take anything or anyone for granted. It doesn’t matter what your age, sex or “position” is, you’re going to end up equal to everyone else in the end. Swallow your pride, live a little; laugh a lot, love like it’s your first time and remember that yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift…that is why they call it the present.