Monday, May 2, 2011

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

Friday, April 1, 2011

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'

Friday, March 18, 2011

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.





Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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.

Monday, February 28, 2011

the ramblings of a scattered mind..

''I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart i am i am i am.'' Sylvia Plath. 


Today, i have no peace of mind. Something, i hold dearly. I know i am a chronic procrastinator but really, i find my procrastination worthless if the worry of it's consequences consumes my mind. And i'm a forgetter if i can't handle something, pain, then i forget about it, just push it to the back. I feel rather overwhelmed, with everything, lately. I don't care what happens, it's easier this way or so i tell myself. Life is so simple, why must we always complicate things, because we really do, with our thoughts. We over think intricate details of silly happenings. I spend a lot of time in my head, all my time really, always thinking. Too much solitude is not a good thing for me, but i must say i love it. It's weird really. I love being with people just as much as i love being by myself.  After school i somewhat assumed things to be different, i don't know how but i just did, but now it's like the more things seem to change the more they stay the same. And the more they stay the same the more they seem to change..don't you think it's strange. Yes that is from a song, but it sounds like something i would say. I like stars. Like looking at the sky at night, and truly feeling just how small i am. In this huge universe, in the world, in comparison to the billions. So small, hardly anything. And i don't wanna fall to pieces, i wanna be strong, like the strong women i know. The women i someday want to be like. Why can't i have more control of the things i do, the things i want. Because i'm lazy that's why. I know what i have to do, i just don't want to do it with zest or any enthusiasm. Funny thing control, power, we thrive on it. Be it the false sense of control we give to our self or the worse type of control that we take from those whom we see as beneath us.  Those we see as weaker, then we over power them, without even noticing really because it happens so naturally. And i always think what if. What if things don't turn out how you plan, ''one of the main reasons why old people get nostalgic about their youth is that when they were young, they didn't know how things were gonna turn out'' what happens when you reach the point when you know that things are in fact not going to turn out how you wanted them to when you were younger. All we can really do is wait and see, and do everything that we are supposed to in getting where we want to go, right? Another funny things is youth. When we have it we don't want it. We would swop freedom for youth in a second. Swop it for independence. But when we lose our youth, and not only in terms of age but in terms of mentality and innocence, then we wish we hadn't. We all want what we don't have, but you can't want something that you already have, all you can do is appreciate it, but we don't. Not until we lose it. You don't miss the water until it's gone. And then it's too late, really. I wish i was more. More good things. I wish i was the best i could be. In everything i did. I don't mind being mediocre, though, not if i'm happy with the standard of my mediocrity. Life is too short anyway, but that's only if you're dying soon. If you die at say 80 then your life wasn't short, it was actually quite long. They say life is short because you could drop dead any second. But do we really think about death happening to us at any second? Like right now? Death, another funny thing. I don't know what's gotten into me today that i feel that i must say the first thing that pops into my mind. But this, after all is my blog. It's fear. That's what i;m feeling. At least i thing it is. I hate the feeling. Of fear. It's such a weak emotion. What do i fear? Loss. Probably. Losing people i love. Losing my dream. My religion. My way. My self. Fear, can't live with it can't tell it to screw it self. Speaking of religion, i once heard someone or perhaps read it, that you can't truly love something or someone you fear. I don't know if i disagree. To tie it up with religion. You must love God, and you have no reason to fear Him unless you know you are doing something wrong. Does that mean only good people truly love God? I'm not sure, but as a normal, imperfect person i must say that i fear and love Him and that it's possible. Because sometimes you do things without knowing their repercussions. Anyway. Inspire me.  Maybe some of this makes no sense. But maybe, you relate to some of it, somehow. It's weird, and weird is good. Weird is interesting. To me. God bless us. That's all, folks.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Univershity :/

The hot sun and cool breeze hit me as i stepped out of the car feeling confident as ever in my new jeans and sandals. My timetable in hand i sucked in the atmosphere of the university. It was my first day and there were students everywhere, freedom hung over me like heaven. I remembered i had to meet the new friends i made during orientation and that we would go together to our first lecture, excited and feeling rather grown up, i set out to the new life waiting for me. It was just as i expected and i looked forward to all the new experiences.

                             ---------------------------------------------------------------------

''No power in society, no hardship in your condition can depress you, keep you down, in knowledge, power, virtue, influence, but by your own consent''
-William Ellery Channing 


Okay, perky dial turned down a few thousand notches, that description is the furtherest possible of how my first day at 'univershity' actually played out. With my luck i wouldn't expect it to happen any other way, and the pessimist cynic in me was not surprised whatsoever. (After accepting my bachelor of administration offer and registering for it, i found out that i got accepted for business commerce. Naturally i had to deregister from administration and re register for commerce, sounds simple enough, but its turns out that i need a million signatures not only from the dean but from my lecturers as well) Now while registered for one thing and attending the lectures of another and knowing not many people; everyday i set out to my new hardships. I always knew i wasn't very good at making friends, not that i'm conceited or  anything but i just don't always have it in me to approach new people or sustain a conversation, especially at the beginning. However, it's not all doom and gloom, i do enjoy the lectures, even though i feel slightly behind, oh and they're all air-conditioned.

It has been a week so far and things seem to slowly get sorted, not that it has been easy, and honestly i don't know how it'll turn out hopefully for the best but so far i'm not enjoying it. And as always i know i just started, but, i CAN'T WAT FOR IT TO BE OVERRRR.

Also, i miss my school friends so much, they all seem to have moved on, which is all well and fine. I guess we all have to at some point.

Over and out.