You know its Ramadaan when...

In an effort to make this blog more my own, I have decided to dedicate a post to letting you in on an important part of my world. My religion. A lighthearted approach to something that is usually serious. An ode to the month of Ramadaan.

You know its Ramadaan when...

1. Sad but true, everyone who normally does’ not wear a headscarf is suddenly wearing one.

2. You don't know what day of the week it is.

3. You walk around with you hand over you mouth.

4. You are up at insane hours of the morning...5'o clock.

5. Shopping malls are full of Muslim people shopping for clothes.

6. You see the inside of you neighbours house.

7. Everyone's facebook status has something got to do with hunger, food or im so stuffed!

8. You have more friends on mxit online at 5'o clock in the morning than at 5 o' clock in the day.

9. You watch silent movies. Thank heavens 7de Laan has subtitles

10. You spend loads of time with your family.

That’s is just a few that I can think of. Enjoy the rest of the Ramadaam and a happy Eid to you to all my brothers and sisters.

“Bunch of Animals” is one comment on the CPUT strike on campus. What is yours?

Thieves! Someone catch those thieves! They have stolen from my education… They have stolen from my education. It sounds like a bad dream. Not quite. You might ask yourself, how can someone steal from someone’s education? It’s intangible. But it’s possible; someone has stolen from my education.

Recently, a number of students at my University, The Cape Peninsula University of Technology took part in a strike against registration fee hikes. There’s nothing wrong with disputing something and taken a stance against it, but it depends on how you deal with the situation at hand. Hasn’t anyone heard of good old communication? Communication is key; however people turn to strikes and mass protest which usually turns into chaos, vandalism and anything negative.

I’m saddened by the fact that people would be so inconsiderate and only think of themselves. Don’t they know that they have stolen from my education, they have stolen a whole week of my education that I would never be able to get back. They have violated my right to education. And what makes me even sadder is the fact that I have paid to be here so not only have I been robbed me of my education but also my money. Bunch of thieves I tell you.

10 Most unexpected consequences of being online

1. Finding love.
2. Being dumped.
3. Stumbling upon the name, of the winner of your favourite reality show, and the new season just started last week.
4. Logging onto facebook and seeing your parents are no longer listed as married.
5. Having money deposited in your bank account. Got to love internet banking.
6. Making a friend.
7. Being stalked.
8. Gossiping gone wrong. Cliking the 'reply all' button instead of just 'reply.
9. Logging onto thunder.com and seeing a picture of your boyfriend with an unknown girl.
10. A trip to the optometrist.

Every day is a good day

“Everyday is a good day” this sounds like the name of a really cheesy folk song. Where the singer sounds awfully optimistic about life, signing about candy floss, bubbles and laughter.

“Everyday is a good day” is what I say very sarcastically to my mother when she asks how my day was. Everyday is not a good day in my world. I can actually count on one hand how many good days I have had in the last month because they are very few.

Lately my life has been consumed by my studies. Who’d the thunken it would be like this every other day an assignment’s due, tests are being written and we running after second years.

Things that use to annoy me once upon a time, like my family, I actually want to spend time with them to get a break from my studies. And I think if I didn’t have my boyfriend to now and then save me from this insanity that we call studies.

This is a dedication to my fellow class mates, you not alone in this. Maybe we should start a band and sing lame folk songs about peace, love and hope to bring some positiveness back to our lives.

Our greatest strengths are our greatest weaknesses

A sentence that holds so many truths for all of us. Mine quite dismal, it makes me cringe even thinking about it, the way I was as a child and in some ways a little now as an adolescent. Everyone, my mother, teachers and friends, always put forth that one of my greatest strengths was that I was always friendly, compassionate, loving, pleasant, helpful, kind and the list goes on (that’s probably why I’m studying Public Relations).

What bullocks. What was one of my greatest strengths, turned out to be one of my greatest weaknesses. I recall an incident in 6th grade, where I was one of the only students to have done my English homework, being the nice person that I am I let the other students copy my homework so that they wouldn’t get in trouble. Low and behold someone lost my homework and I got to write line. Nice girls finish last I tell you.

As much as people had a liking for me, they were quick to use me as a doormat because I was such a ‘nice’ person. I pretty much became fed up with being the nice girl and decided to grow a backbone. Every now and then I let my ‘niceness’ shine through, but only just enough so that people would like me but not walk all over me.

Feelings follow behaviour

In my attempt to write this blog, I think it’s only fair that I give you guys some insight to my current frame of reference. So for the past two months or so in my Communications Science class we have been discussing gender studies, feminism and womenism. So naturally, my sphere of knowledge has widened and with that said my blog on ‘feelings follow behaviour’ has some feminism influence.

Before my time, in the late 1960’s to be exact, it was said that the bra as well as other inanimate objects became the fury of some feminist activists because it was seen as a sexist label. This feeling, of extreme dislike was strong, so they mobilized against it. As a result of this they burnt their bras. Viva liberation.

The above as most of us don’t was only a myth, they did however mobilize, but unfortunately there were no bras that were burnt, but it would have been a more interesting example of how feelings follow behaviour.

This is only one example that illustrates feelings follow behaviour. Nonetheless, we all can identify with the this be it, feelings of admiration that resulted in a kiss or feelings of anger that resulted in a fight or feelings of happiness that resulted in a happy dance.

It is better to practice a little than talk a lot

Almost every single one of us has that one acquaintance that’s all about talking the talk but never walks the walk. Always putting forward that they are ‘game’ for anything, which always leaves me quite jealous at times because I’m a bit of a scaredy-cat, but when it comes down to crunch time they back out which totally changes my perception of them…

I call them the fader’s or the flakers. I never understood their logic, why would someone go so far as to blow their own trumpet and tell everyone what they will do or are going to do. It is indeed better to practice a little than talk a lot because you run the risk of you being embarrassed because you did not do, what you said you would. Our behaviour ought to at all times be consistent with what we say; otherwise we would just be a series of shams.

People appreciate those individuals who do a little, because its real and not those who just talk and talk but never do anything. So the moral of the story is don’t promise what you can’t deliver it is much better to under promise and over deliver that to over promise and under deliver.