<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988</id><updated>2011-08-02T20:52:08.444+02:00</updated><category term='random rants'/><title type='text'>the n00b blogger</title><subtitle type='html'>still figuring this html stuff out. adding little gadgets and where to my blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-2700379381372471723</id><published>2010-03-10T15:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:32:35.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vive Le Résistance!</title><content type='html'>Resistance is Fertile! and bearing fruit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-2700379381372471723?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2700379381372471723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=2700379381372471723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/2700379381372471723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/2700379381372471723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2010/03/vive-le-resistance.html' title='Vive Le Résistance!'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-8453870090287107149</id><published>2010-03-10T13:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:19:16.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>IMPORTANT: This email is intended for the use of the individual addressee(s) named above and may contain information that is confidential, privileged or unsuitable for overly sensitive persons with low self-esteem, no sense of humour or irrational religious beliefs. 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If you have received this email in error, please add some nutmeg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-8453870090287107149?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/8453870090287107149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=8453870090287107149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/8453870090287107149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/8453870090287107149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2010/03/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimer'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-7004954512333777027</id><published>2010-02-26T11:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:41:47.217+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>POW (play on words)</title><content type='html'>Adorable&lt;br /&gt;Adhorrible&lt;br /&gt;Adwhorable &lt;br /&gt;A door a bill&lt;br /&gt;Adorrible&lt;br /&gt;Abhorrable &lt;br /&gt;abhoration &lt;br /&gt;adoration&lt;br /&gt;amoration&lt;br /&gt;abolition&lt;br /&gt;ablution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-7004954512333777027?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7004954512333777027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=7004954512333777027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/7004954512333777027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/7004954512333777027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2010/02/pow-play-on-words.html' title='POW (play on words)'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-916169225225286587</id><published>2009-05-24T23:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:58:29.069+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>I don't know where I am going with what I am doing right now. &lt;br /&gt;Part Time Honours in Information Systems... What am I going to do with that? Do I really need it? I would like a university degree, I don't know why, but I thought it would be nice. What's so nice about it? It's a lot of work. Seriously - I had no idea it would be this hard. &lt;br /&gt;I am giving up on social life for now. Maybe once a week I'll go out. I am not allowed to smoke okka at home and this is a major problem for me now. I don't really have any neighbours I could go smoke at and have to drive at least 25 minutes to smoke a decent okka. Working shifts and now ezproxy is down. ezproxy allows me to actually download journal papers and etc to add to my lit review. I have SO many papers downloaded already but they don't apply :(. Note to self - get the journals as you need them. &lt;br /&gt;What do I like? &lt;br /&gt;What don't I like?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have any hobbies besides meeting up with friends and talking loads of crap till the early hours of the morning&lt;br /&gt;I know I like holidays&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can do something with that? &lt;br /&gt;Something worthwhile maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Start a tourism company? &lt;br /&gt;Start off slowly and do little trips for whoever. &lt;br /&gt;But the tourism market is currently overcrowded with companies - especially because of the world cup and soccer BS&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't want to be here when this world cup happens. &lt;br /&gt;Don't like soccer&lt;br /&gt;ok - some things I do and don't like (besides the previous things I have mentioned):&lt;br /&gt;I don't like tv&lt;br /&gt;I don't like spam&lt;br /&gt;I don't like when I can't meet a deadline&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people breaking promises&lt;br /&gt;I don't people who are slow on the uptake&lt;br /&gt;I don't like jokes I've heard before&lt;br /&gt;I like quick wit&lt;br /&gt;I don't laugh often enough&lt;br /&gt;I don't smile often enough&lt;br /&gt;(ok the above 2 don't count as likes or dislikes - or maybe they do?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't like pointless forwarded email&lt;br /&gt;There's this line which deems something funny or not and when that line is crossed and someone's feelings or person is hurt. I don't like it when this line is crossed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like forwarding pointless email&lt;br /&gt;I have many dislikes&lt;br /&gt;but what do I like?&lt;br /&gt;I like most of my friends&lt;br /&gt;I like okka but i wanna give up as well&lt;br /&gt;I like damien rice&lt;br /&gt;I like metallica &lt;br /&gt;I like arb movies&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get married n have kids some day&lt;br /&gt;I like good coffee&lt;br /&gt;i think too much which can be a good or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;I pick on poor grammar and spelling but mine is not too great which is rather hypocritical of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post wasn't supposed to be this long... &lt;br /&gt;Sleepy time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-916169225225286587?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/916169225225286587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=916169225225286587' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/916169225225286587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/916169225225286587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-8242303751685998421</id><published>2008-05-24T01:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T03:36:49.809+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>So where have I been I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;I am unable to answer&lt;br /&gt;So why am I writing this I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;I am again unable to answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blogging has not been one of my priorities as of late&lt;br /&gt;I can't even keep track of what has happened since I last blog&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to go back and read&lt;br /&gt;I was just reminded of what I have typed in a blog before&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to realize I actually wrote that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is currently happening in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Started a course on Computer Forensics&lt;br /&gt;It's postgrad and I don't have a degree&lt;br /&gt;I attend lectures for 5 days every 2 months or so&lt;br /&gt;We then get assignments to do between the lecture weeks&lt;br /&gt;Passed the first 2 already so it looks a bit promising&lt;br /&gt;Need to rid myself of some evils viz. Procrastination and thinking about thinking about thinking&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor job is going well alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;Starting 3rd full time week close to end of June&lt;br /&gt;Planning a 10 day trip to PE with some friends after that&lt;br /&gt;Garden Route rocks btw&lt;br /&gt;Bungee, zip lines, cango caves, croc cage diving, big tree etc&lt;br /&gt;Then back home to start with assignment which should have arrived already&lt;br /&gt;Then up to Durban for a few days of sun - Cape Town heart of winter is about now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read my last blog&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even mention my holiday of note&lt;br /&gt;Went to London, Ibiza, Paris, Pamplona, Barcelona and Madrid&lt;br /&gt;The trip was about a month long&lt;br /&gt;Was in London visiting friends and doing holiday stuff&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ibiza cos it was the cheapest trip available at the time&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda getting bored of London town&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 extra days on my Schengen Visa&lt;br /&gt;So I took a 2 day trip to a beach and party island&lt;br /&gt;I was more interested in the beach though - it was 44 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;Got back to London town and got sick cos of climate change&lt;br /&gt;Paris was for holidaying and Euro Disney was fun&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep on the boat tour thingy&lt;br /&gt;Then back to London town&lt;br /&gt;Then met up with adventure travel group&lt;br /&gt;Road trip to Spain!&lt;br /&gt;Many drunk Ozzies and Kiwis with us on the trip&lt;br /&gt;I had to travel alone n meet these people on my own (drunk as they were)&lt;br /&gt;Other friends were on another bus because they were going back to London and I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;Stayed for 5 days on a camping site close to Pamplona&lt;br /&gt;Ran with the bulls on my last day&lt;br /&gt;Then road trip to Barcelona and stayed a few nights&lt;br /&gt;Then fly to Madrid for a few nights&lt;br /&gt;They lost my big bag on the way to Madrid&lt;br /&gt;Yes the one with most of my clothes in&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the gifts&lt;br /&gt;So back to Amsterdam with no big bag&lt;br /&gt;And back home&lt;br /&gt;Landed at the airport with nothing to declare :D&lt;br /&gt;Dad looked at me funny cos I left with 2 bags and came back with one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my trip&lt;br /&gt;Was fun while it lasted&lt;br /&gt;Made some new friends&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some old friends&lt;br /&gt;Travel Bug's still got me by the kneterrs (sp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again when I do blog&lt;br /&gt;And when I do blog, then I would have posted that blog after a while - unless something unforeseen happens, like a big giant hare jumps on me and gnaws at my inner ear making the pain unbearable and I need to go to hospital or something. &lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Most of this blog looks like a poem&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't rhyme though&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that they don't need to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I don't do what I am told&lt;br /&gt;Like when told to wear shoes&lt;br /&gt;Who needs shoes anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my&lt;br /&gt;Look at the time&lt;br /&gt;03h35&lt;br /&gt;Yes AM!&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Faaiq Davids&lt;br /&gt;(force of habit- feels like I just wrote an email)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-8242303751685998421?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/8242303751685998421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=8242303751685998421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/8242303751685998421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/8242303751685998421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-9125076561112321774</id><published>2007-05-16T00:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:18:11.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm late</title><content type='html'>was supposed to blog hours ago - but today has been somewhat busy. only had my coffee at 11am which means i been doing work stuff but don't remember what it was... or was it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shaved my beard off this evening cos i have to visit the spanish embassy next tuesday and don't wanna be seen as a terrorist or anything. oh i haven't mentioned the holiday i am planning on blogspot yet... i'll hopefully post something later in this regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep tight ppl of blogland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-9125076561112321774?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/9125076561112321774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=9125076561112321774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/9125076561112321774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/9125076561112321774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-late.html' title='i&apos;m late'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-5460256605818801523</id><published>2007-05-14T03:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:13:49.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>blog sabbatical</title><content type='html'>I was busy blogging and someone accidentally kicked my power adaptor resetting my computers. I won't mention his name or I might be implicated for being part of a human traffic operation selling people at my own free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss blogging but will try and keep at it again. No matter how short or how long the text will be. Had some S PRESS O from this place in Green Point today - feels like my eyebrows have retracted into my skull. Good smelling coffee - good tasting coffee - good all round. It was 4 shots of it by the way. My speech has become considerably faster yet the nonsense protruding from the larger gaping hole in my head seems to remain constant - just more erratic - sometimes i can't keep up cos I am speaking faster than i can think then i stop in the middle of a sentence and then try and remember what i was thinking but it doesn't seem to catch up with my mouth and possibly reroutes via some other channel and its gone for like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go home now&lt;br /&gt;i intend blogging tomorrow again... so watch this space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok u can stop now and look tomorrow again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-5460256605818801523?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5460256605818801523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=5460256605818801523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/5460256605818801523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/5460256605818801523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-sabbatical.html' title='blog sabbatical'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-7231635203205678823</id><published>2006-12-07T10:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:18:51.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i been MIA...</title><content type='html'>slms all and hello all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a hectic couple of weeks at work. been thinking about blogging but haven't really had the chance with so much happening at work and in my social arena. i look at my blog and see my typo's, knowing they are usually written in haste and not checked afterwards. i usually notice a spelling error or any other mispronounciation made by others and look past myself. i know i am not perfect but i should not overlook my little mistakes and look at other people's mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;hectic past weekend - my friend was married and the whole indian wedding was quite an experience. 1st time i experience the full bollywood wedding experience. it's quite tiring if you ask me. i will continue this blog very soon inshaAllah. i am off to Durban this Saturday for another wedding on Sunday in Richard's Bay and then flying back home on monday night. Tuesday i am off to listen to a talk by George Galloway! what an interesting individual! Google him if u don't know who he is... you might find some streaming clips of him on Sky news and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care my lovely people out there. you have been missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumuah Mubarak&lt;br /&gt;salaam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-7231635203205678823?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7231635203205678823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=7231635203205678823' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/7231635203205678823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/7231635203205678823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-been-mia.html' title='i been MIA...'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-116185322996113466</id><published>2006-10-26T09:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:51:50.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i should choose a title before blogging... how ablout.... "stardust to remember you by...."</title><content type='html'>well what an uneventful 3 weeks. besides the melon collie (melancholy) overcoming me since the passing of ramadan... i been doing all but something worthwhile at work since then. update on my status: still no pc. still no staff to supervise, still no desk phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have is my desk and my book which i am currently reading - deals with eradication of riba (interest on money) cos it is totally forbidden in Islam. the book is quite intense and goes into quite a bit of detail regarding finance and etc n with my little knowledge of commerce its a bit hard for me to actually liquefy and actually gormandize. lots of tables and graphs and etc... but i am getting to grips with it - even tho i have to read sentence twice or even more than twice. i been running away from work quite a bit (boss man - i hope u don't read this blog - if u do - i'm JUST KIDDING! ... hahahaaaa :} awkward oO)&lt;br /&gt;i think that riba can be eradicated if we try and get the khalifat back. having a ruler over Islam under the white flag is the goal. the black flag is for when there is jihad. see attached pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/islam-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/islam-flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we can only come together as an ummah and live together and the world will be at peace. other religions would think "if the muslims take over - we will ALL have to become muslim" which is not true. we need to educate ppl about our way of life - not forcing anyone to become muslim - but basically improving their way of life and the lives of everyone! a few things will change... but for the good of mankind! i been attending talks regarding this topic and will be expanding on it now n then. quite an interesting topic. well that took me a while... i was looking for this pic and got sidetracked WAY beyond expectation. 1 of the websites which was the cause of this is: &lt;a href="http://www.khilafah.com"&gt;http://www.khilafah.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an hr of inactivity on this site! ok i'm back now - lets continue - i only have till 12 - then the owner of this pc comes to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my Eid was nice. Eid Mubarak 2 all! (i know its a bit late). the night before Eid i decided to pop in at the Nakhlistan food making thingy - &lt;a href="http://www.nakhlistan.org.za/"&gt;http://www.nakhlistan.org.za/&lt;/a&gt; - alhamdulillah this yr they made about 160 pots - i took a pic - well i don't see it here while composing or in the in the preview but i see it im the html version :/... anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/nakhlistan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/nakhlistan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a poor 1 cos i used my phone camera. upgrade in January! yippee! i speak under correction though. last yr they made 120 pots. these pots are HUGE! 60 litres of food! Eid day - mom wasn't feeling well. dad decided to stay home with her while my sisters and we visited aunties n uncles as per their request. so we were all about town visiting ppl we hardly knew. i want our family to be tighter. to know who each other are. i don't know half my second cousins names. i only know faces and i greet them when i see them in the road or where ever i do bump into them. our family is pretty split up - not cos of family feuds or the like - but just ppl going their own ways. i should be making a bigger effort in getting family together... now that i have time to actually arrange something without checking if i am working a shift and etc. thats 1 positive side of this job - a drastic reduction in oddly houred work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have is a desk. nice view. i can't look at a view all day. thats just boring. like analyzing a toenail from all possible angles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/officeview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/officeview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what i see when i turn around. i can turn around and around and around and around... thats the fun thing about these office chairs. i don't see any other reason for it being able to rotate. its quite a workout if u do it for more than a half-an-hour at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends who went 2 UK :(&lt;br /&gt;i hope to visit them next yr inshaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to wrap up now. don't know when i'll be able to blog again - blogger.com is blocked by our server so i can't blog but i am able to view blogs on blogspot.com - don't ask me why - i just work here - so till then...&lt;br /&gt;assalaamu alaykum wa rahmatullaahi wabarakaatu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-116185322996113466?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/116185322996113466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=116185322996113466' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/116185322996113466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/116185322996113466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-should-choose-title-before-blogging.html' title='i should choose a title before blogging... how ablout.... &quot;stardust to remember you by....&quot;'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-116037354089708266</id><published>2006-10-09T07:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T07:59:00.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be back</title><content type='html'>what a week ...&lt;br /&gt;new job as supervisor:&lt;br /&gt;no pc&lt;br /&gt;no desk&lt;br /&gt;no staff&lt;br /&gt;attending meetings&lt;br /&gt;dressing appropriately (i'm getting it right not to do the mainstream/corporate dress code)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no blogging as i wish&lt;br /&gt;will start soon inshaAllah&lt;br /&gt;promise.&lt;br /&gt;miss u guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-116037354089708266?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/116037354089708266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=116037354089708266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/116037354089708266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/116037354089708266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2006/10/ill-be-back.html' title='i&apos;ll be back'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-116014290844568824</id><published>2006-10-06T10:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:55:08.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>its been a week without a pc. got a pc to blog from finally.&lt;br /&gt;this new job is a bit boring. wearing shoes has worn off and slippers have been accepted as a means of inter-cubicular transport. took me 2 days of wearing shoes to realise and its confirm it AGAIN that me and shoes do not go hand in hand often... cos thats just gay if shoes were males. meeting after meeting and i haven't even started doing the work i was employed for. i guess i'll have to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided not to get a new car and rather concentrate on purchasing myself a residential property to either rent out or personally accommodate. house hunting is not an easy task. i'm even considering purchasing a flat in johannesburg because renting out there is easy and ppl always looking for a place to stay up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its the 6th of October again. almost 2 weeks of fasting has passed. just flew by lke the whole of this yr. i feel sad when we lose track of time. i don't know if its only me but it really bothers me. what am i doing that the days fly by? by no means are my days exactly the same everyday... i won't allow it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend who left for UK on monday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;this took me all day.&lt;br /&gt;no time to finish this up&lt;br /&gt;will do so next week inshaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so fear Allah, for it is Allah who teaches you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-116014290844568824?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/116014290844568824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=116014290844568824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/116014290844568824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/116014290844568824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-115949147777594297</id><published>2006-09-29T00:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:57:57.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"my birth anniversary"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/640/bday%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/bday%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  slm ppl. &lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/speech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all pics i could find from my bday last yr&lt;br /&gt;the webserver it was on's owner decided to look for other prospects and i don't think he would like to be bothered about old things. he is out of IT and now into car retail up in jhb. last i heard he wanna do wholesale. i guess asking for my old pics is out of the picture then... o wait! i found some on my old space! &lt;a href="http://faaiq.spaces.live.com/photos/"&gt;http://faaiq.spaces.live.com/photos/&lt;/a&gt; - click on "My Birthday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a bday party. probably my only bday party after like 2 decades. got quite a few presents alhamdulillah. in contrast - this yr i got nothing. i was sick on my bday. snot flowing like water. i was scared to go taraweeh (but i did with a pocket full of tissues to "uphold" my nasal passages from overflow). this is an extremely rare occasion - i very rarely got sick. well this yr i was sick on 2 occasions. if i can call it sick. i had a runny nose for 1 day and then its all over... and it happened again. tho now i am coughing like a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/640/captivated%20audience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/captivated%20audience.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  clogged chimney in little bursts with a bit of phlegm. what is wrong with me? i haven't been to the dr in like 9yrs or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i slept till about Thuhr n did the necessaries - then mom wanted to go get some stuff at the post office and wanted some veggies. i offer to take her like a good son n i just arrive at the post office i get a call from the boss man asking me to come to his office as soon as i can - i say "this better be good news cos today's my bday!". so mum gets back to the car and asks if she wanna come with me to town. she not in the mood so i drop her at home and off to town i go... i get to work and step into the office. there the HR lady sits behing boss mans desk and he sits on 1 of the normal chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he approaches me n says - thank u for coming at such a short notice. (dammit - i just deleted a pic - odd thought: imagine we could speak in elipses? LOL) anyway... he sits me down and starts talking about the job i applied for and etc and ends up saying "we need to inform all the participants involved and get all the regret letters signed to deal with the disputes before letting the rest of the colleagues know the outcome of the job applications and inform ppl about their new managers and... bla bla bla bla" and he hands me an envelope and says he is sorry about the bad news on my bday and better luck next time. i expect to get a letter of regret and just sign the acceptance and move along.  was no big issue to me anyway. so the letter is a letter of appointment! i'm like "u bastard!" n every1 starts laughing and what he told me dropped the smile on my face...&lt;br /&gt;tin tin tiirrrrnnn (dramatic music)&lt;br /&gt;"now from monday onwards u have to wear closed shoes and a shirt with a collar"&lt;br /&gt;this hit me between the eyes and i realised that my plan wasn't very well devised. so now from monday Faaiq is gonna be a mini boss man and have 2 wear shoes. 1st i have to go n buy me shoes and shirts. a change of wardrobe. i am gonna have a work and a going out wardrobe. wot a schlepp!&lt;br /&gt;ok. time for my nap at work on my last nite shift week&lt;br /&gt;slm&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-115949147777594297?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115949147777594297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=115949147777594297' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115949147777594297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115949147777594297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-birth-anniversary.html' title='&quot;my birth anniversary&quot;'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-115924642319314472</id><published>2006-09-26T04:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T06:53:43.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/deer%20park%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/deer%20park%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/deer%20park%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/deer%20park%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/deer%20park%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/deer%20park%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/deer%20park%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/deer%20park%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/deer%20park%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/deer%20park%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well these pics took a while to load. took them yesterday. went to read in a quiet spot in the mountain with 2 friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never been to deer park... man i been missing out. we arrived and it was a bit overcast even tho the side of cape from whence i came was nice n sunny. we had sun there for a while tho. this was a spur of the moment thing. not much we could think of doing cos whatever we do when its not Ramadan - it involves food in 1 way or another. so this is where we ended up. its 06h30 - almost home time. i doubt this blog is gonna look very well structured but i been up all nite and feel a bit drained. i wish all a pleasant day ahead inshaAllah. when i get home i am going straight 2 bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have some sort of flu as well. my nose feels clogged up. even tho my nose was clogged up last nite - i could &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; smell the guy next to me - this smell was &lt;strong&gt;POTENT! &lt;/strong&gt;It was like he smoked a bong with the tobacco of 30 cigarettes in a confined little space and he coudn't see thru the smoke for about an hr. now this guy was wearing one of those red saudi scarves looking all maashaAllah but smelling quite pungent. y don't ppl just give up smoking  for ramadaan or at least wait till after taraweeh to light up? i have a friend who has given up smoking and now she herself cannot stand the smell. anyway... i should be off. my bed beckons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: its my birthday today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-115924642319314472?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115924642319314472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=115924642319314472' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115924642319314472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115924642319314472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-these-pics-took-while-to-load.html' title=''/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-115905821787939140</id><published>2006-09-24T02:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:44:34.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a few Mfuleni pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/640/mfuleni%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/mfuleni%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these are a few pics i took on saturday. a few friends and i deliver food and clothes which we collect from friends/family or any willing individual or organisation. we will be going this coming saturday again inshaAllah. i have an uncle who actually lives close by and he heard about what we were doing in the area and he wants to have a mass iftaar to show kids of his area how they should appreciate what they have and in the same time, try to uplift the social status of this little orphan community. we been going to this place for a few months now and alhamdulillah (all thanks be to God) these visits has made quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/640/mfuleni%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/mfuleni%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; an impact on me and can notice a substantial difference in my way of life. i don't know how it affects the others but it humbles me to see little orphans in such living conditions. alhamdulillah i am glad to be a part of at least trying to make a better life for these ppl. something which actually moved me was the fact that on 3 occassions which we visited - a few ppl from the community actually took kalimah (reverted to islam) and r now assisting the resident mother (ummie Gadija) with caring for these orphans. i watch them play outside with whatever they can find and i look at the well off kids sitting at home watching cartoons or playing playstation or online games from a young age and wonder what their future will be like. i know i used to play outside while i was still in high school. i still try and walk barefoot whenever i can. i wear slippers to work. i try to relive the days. play on the beach etc. but most ppl wanna be models and parade around shopping malls or going 2 fancy places for supper all dressed up with make-up and etc. and don't let me start with the girls! i guess our parents and grandparents miss the good ol' days and they&lt;br /&gt;were pro&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/640/mfuleni%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/mfuleni%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bably looking at the way we live and wondering about our bleak futures. a change is needed. now u see kids in pre primary playing wrestling and shooting each other and when they get home its back to playstation or cartoons. what happened to imagination and making up things? playing housey housey? making sand cakes and tea. playing in the sand. playing in the bush. kids get ill so quickly these days. they have to become immune to things - like a flu shot is basically a small dose of the flu making the antibodies and body almost immune to the disease... so kids should eat small doses of sand and explore and allow them to eat their snot (nasal mucus) cos all that is - is germs and dirt which was blocked and at least it tastes sweet. Then we have kids in war torn countries my heart goes out to them. all they know is hardship and gunfire. they can distinguish between different types of rifles and between who is firing at the time. their fathers n brothers being abducted n never seen again or obliged to go fight to free themselves from oppression. war is an ugly thing to be part of. especially if it goes on for decades. it affects generations and the damage is almost irrepairable. may Allah swt ease their struggle and may they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/640/mfuleni%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/mfuleni%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt; overcome their strife soon inshaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone is enjoying Ramadaan so far. i slept for 9hrs yesterday. working nite shift.&lt;br /&gt;so adios till i log in again. slm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-115905821787939140?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115905821787939140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=115905821787939140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115905821787939140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115905821787939140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-mfuleni-pics.html' title='a few Mfuleni pics'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-115884416957119254</id><published>2006-09-21T11:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:09:29.573+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the mixing of the sexes</title><content type='html'>touchy subject. these days - we go out with friends - freely mixing. i am not very clued up when it comes to this subject; but been told that this is not allowed in islam.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know much Quran and Sunnah, but i have to comply somehow to what has been ordained somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur not allowed to speak to the opposite sex - unless in the case of work or some other necessity. i have many female friends. i have never had a gf as per my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to find approach sum1 i'd like to get to know and eventually marry? i have to go to her place and ask her father or elder bro for permission to visit this girl. this chicha or bhai is mahram or whatever u wanna call him is gonna wonder what the hell i am on about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle: there she is - go speak to her&lt;br /&gt;me: would u care to join us?&lt;br /&gt;uncle: y would i wanna listen to u ppl talk?&lt;br /&gt;me: cos i am not allowed to sit alone with ur daughter?&lt;br /&gt;uncle: i am giving u permission, no go away&lt;br /&gt;me: no uncle... it's haraam to sit alone with ur daughter&lt;br /&gt;uncle: what r u an imam or mufti or something? thats only in the mosque and zikrs n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;me: that actually applies at all times uncle&lt;br /&gt;uncle: well i don't think u need my permission to speak to my daughter, when i met my wife - we dated for 2 yrs and then we got married. i haven't heard about any1 taking this route ever. every1 i know went thru something similar to what i did. arranged marriages r for ppl who take too long to find sum1 to marry.&lt;br /&gt;me:errr....  shut up... i dunno... sorry for wasting ur time uncle. ok bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the above was only hypothetical - not an actual event... and i would never tell an uncle to shut up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i guess i am ignorant as to propor procedures and etiquette when it comes to the correct manner in doing this.&lt;br /&gt;i hope there's a book or something on the net as to what is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt;" to happen.&lt;br /&gt;or i go to a girl... her parents in the room... they get up... what do i do? do i apologise, get up and leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at weddings - we r not supposed to have bridesmaids n the families coming together n the works. females in 1 hall and guys in another seperate hall. seems so primitive. seems so anti-social. we been brain washed into thinking wot we been doing all this time was ok. freakin brain washer type ppl! they should be murderlized, grated and incubated (that word don't belong there but it rhymes so it belongs there even tho it doesn't make any sense)!&lt;br /&gt;ok don't get me wrong... i am not mocking... i just wanna try n do things right. the way things r supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to run away from work today - but i got a colleague travelling with me. its a bit suspect if both of us call in sick on the same day at the same time. i just recently had a fun day "off sick" from work. we went to the sand dunes! was a great day. so much fun... but thats for another blog... bye bye ppl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/day%20off%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/day%20off%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-115884416957119254?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115884416957119254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=115884416957119254' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115884416957119254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115884416957119254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2006/09/mixing-of-sexes_115884416957119254.html' title='the mixing of the sexes'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-115875794260687215</id><published>2006-09-20T09:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:12:22.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>brief intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/superstance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/superstance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... I am &lt;strong&gt;Faaiq&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;birthday on the 26th of this month&lt;br /&gt;never been married&lt;br /&gt;never been on a date&lt;br /&gt;never been kissed - except by a relative - but not like kiss romantically - cos thats just sick. i don't even wanna imagine it... ok tangent - back to the other train of thought...&lt;br /&gt;love travelling&lt;br /&gt;like playing sports but have asthma so i'm a bit limited&lt;br /&gt;love learning various things&lt;br /&gt;love islam&lt;br /&gt;am constantly searching for truth and making sense of things&lt;br /&gt;striving to be the best muslim i can - i am weak... but trying&lt;br /&gt;love helping ppl&lt;br /&gt;any types of help&lt;br /&gt;i work in the internet/telecommunications industry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am searching for my ideal job - i am not sure what my ideal job would be - a superhero would be a cool job&lt;br /&gt;the guy in yellow is mubeen (good buddy o mine) - i been asked who he is many times so i'll just put it out there once n for all&lt;br /&gt;confident enough in most cases&lt;br /&gt;mind tends to drift at times - i won't fall asleep while in conversation - u sometimes won't even notice i left and came back&lt;br /&gt;i overthink things at times - implications of actions and reactions of ppl n other beings involved in said situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am generally a happy person&lt;br /&gt;complacent&lt;br /&gt;copasetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;i need to start on a topic tomorrow... which has bothered me for a while now. i'm sure i am not alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-115875794260687215?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115875794260687215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=115875794260687215' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115875794260687215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115875794260687215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2006/09/brief-intro.html' title='brief intro'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661988.post-115865111354412159</id><published>2006-09-19T09:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:31:53.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/320/che%20faaiq.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661988-115865111354412159?l=faaiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115865111354412159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661988&amp;postID=115865111354412159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115865111354412159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661988/posts/default/115865111354412159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faaiq.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-me.html' title='this is me'/><author><name>Faaiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386974144581348608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5794/3822/1600/che%20faaiq.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
