the ramblings of a scattered mind II

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds,

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 

Within his bending sickle's compass come: 

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

 Shakespeare

Here we are again, when there is too much to say and then it just comes out as rambling. Today is June 15th, at 8:22 South African time there shall be lunar eclipse. Which is great if you want to see something white turn to red. Hoping i can get a really cool picture of it, there isn't a cloud in the sky. Speaking of clouds they seem to follow me everywhere i go, which is fine, you get to a stage where you don't actually mind it. I find out i really like to cycle and tennis, if it's with my friends. I know i said i'm going to make my blog less about me, and i am but that does not include my ramblings, these are very much  about me and my thoughts. I find it strange when people say Ignorance is bliss, i mean i would agree but at the same time find myself conflicted with my own thoughts, by that i mean it would depend on the type of 'ignorance'. Sometimes you don't know wether knowing something is good for you, wether it would benefit you, improve you or wether it would be to your detriment. Knowledge is strange like that. Another thing that's strange is love, silly old cliched love, which i've learnt a lot about these past few weeks (don't ask how, or where). They say love never asks you to change, but at the same time that it improves you. Obviously it depends if you love the right person, and it's possible not to. There is no such thing as a soul mate, there is a compatible mate. Love does this foolish thing to you, it makes you oblivious to real world things, I may even go far enough to say it may make one selfish. Or perhaps that's the infatuation part of it, the part i hate the most when i see it in other people that is. I don't know i guess i'm way too much of a realist, slightly pessimistic to care about that part of it. I don't want to be oblivious, and not any more selfish than i already am. Another strange thing is that people always tend to associate love to marriage. I wonder where that even stems form. Don't get me wrong love may eventually lead to marriage, but the initial way was that marriage eventually led to love. And if you ask me the latter method lasts much longer than our new age 24 hour marriages. Also, love is the most weakest foundation to build a union as strong as a marriage, it needs more than that, much more..well enough of that.

I've been wondering lately and by lately i mean today, about the formation of a person's personality. I would love to know how i became who i am, and by that i mean the specific external and genetic factors that have made me; me. Is it even possible to connect the trait to the factor that caused it? You want to know what the world's main problem is; consistency. It really is, we all say we want to be better, want to stop drinking, want to learn something new, have resolutions, want to pray all the time, studying more, absolutely whatever it may be, if you don't do it consistently, you're not doing it right. But it needs so much to be consistent. It needs you to be active, and not lazy, it needs determination and dedication, it needs motivation and the list goes on. Qualities that are not very easy to form, and once again be consistent with. Yeah, i know this post is really long, there's more on my mind but i think i'll leave it for another time..

Politically themed.

I'm not a very good political writter nor do i have the knowledge to be one, however i do enjoy following many politically themed blogs. If you're interested in reading any then just refer to the 'blogs i follow'. Very interesting, some heartbreaking things related to human rights and so on, and being aware of what is happening is a must. Most of them are based around in the Middle East and North Africa especially with all the revolutions that have take place and still are taking place.

People I

"ooh the people I've met, Are the wonders of my world"

“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.” Fydor Dostoevsky

''..appreciating all that is real and wonderful in the world, starting with the people. People are very diverse so connections we make with the people we meet, and human interactions in general are intriguing. You can feel at home in a place simply by remembering all the people you've made connections with there''

We never keep in mind the relationships we have with people, the importance of those relationships, people whom we've known our whole lives and those who we meet only for a short while. We underestimate the importance of those around us. The laughs and arguments we have with people, the experiences that build up our character through out our lives, and enrich it. Perhaps it is an unspoken gratitude, being grateful to others for just being themselves. But you should at least think about it sometimes.

Mercy be coup.

A man was killed.

Today Osama Bin Laden died. He was killed by Americans. Sweet revenge and retribution on the man who single handedly flew two planes into the twin towers, YAY no more terrorism. Americans: the most gullible flock of sheep.

http://911truth.org/article.php?story=20041221155307646
http://www.worldpublicopinion.org/pipa/articles/international_security_bt/535.php?nid=&id=&pnt=535&lb=btis&gclid=CN6dq67nyKgCFYKFpAodaUL3ow

I don't believe that Bin Laden ever bombed the Trade centers but that it was an act by the American government against their won people for whatever reasons, a possible one being to create animosity and hostility towards Muslim people and nations so that if the time came for them to start a war with an Islamic country under the pretext of it being a war against terror but it actually being a war to control oil trade then it would be acceptable by Americans, who would blindly support it.

I don't know Osama, wether he is immoral, unethical, violent, ruthless or the complete opposite. I do believe that he took the hit and that he was framed for most of the things that he was accused of. His death is no occasion for celebration. His death will not bring back the lives that were lost on that day. His death will not have any major effects on terrorism. His death was simply a point of the White house finishing off their lie. His death does not prove any point, it somehow puts Americans in a bad light. It has been a decade, move on already.

RIP

Lately..

I haven't written in a while, been up to my neck with Uni, well kind of anyway. There is/was a somewhat huge strike there these past few days, students seeking financial aid. Which is all well and good, because it was promised to them, and a promise is a promise but careful.. we don't want to go creating a Welfare State because why should you work for something when you can get it for free nah mean?

So, back to the point i've been running from angry mobs of students and dodging rubber bullets and tear gas bombs (there i go exaggerating again, but i did)

Loving Adele and her amazing voice (drool)

this one is called 'right as rain'

Some of home..

I came across these pictures on a private group on Facebook and was glad when i got permission to share them here. If you ever wondered about the lifestyle of a somewhat traditional Sudanese household/family, i have never seen anything more descriptive than these pictures. I'm not sure who draws them but being from Sudan and seeing how people live i would say it is very accurately detailed and beautiful. Each one shows a different aspect and ambience of the culture and customs. I LOVE THEM.

Blanked.

I hate it when i want to write but all my main thoughts seem incomplete. Well, it's 15th March, it's my birthday tomorrow..i turn 18. I'm not as excited as i usually am, i hope i'm not mentally getting old..although i feel old. Not too much tonight. Also, i want to start writing less about myself and start writing more about my opinions on things, whatever they may be.

God Bless and Good Night.