Crashing Dreams

My dreams have just come crashing down on me.

I thought that I could use the Confederations cup as a practice run for the world cup.
For stalking that is. I wanted to find out how easy it would be to track down the international hunks of the football world, for this round concentrating on Italy and Egypt.

Finding out where they are staying, when and where they will be out and about checking out the sites of S.A. But alas, this dream of mine, just like so many others, will never be for-filled. I will not be in the country when the Confederations cup takes place and let me tell you, I am having serious bouts of regret.

My plan was to somehow find out where they are staying and wait for them outside the hotel. The whole stake out thing has always been a dream of mine ever since Beverly Hills cop. Anyway I would them follow them to a training session and wherever they were having supper or lunch and just conveniently bump into them at the restaurant (assuming it is at a restaurant) making as if I don’t even know who they were. Then I would say, “You look familiar” and he – whichever he it was – would just smile. Then I would have the realization and say, please can I take a picture. And because I was not really carrying on like a crazed fan, he would oblige. I would be composed, beautiful, cool and sexy, but inside I would really be dying.

I mean look at them…

Then...and this is the most important part. Because I was so composed and calm and sexy, he would say, “Marry me and I’ll say yes” And he’ll become Muslim if he is not and then we will live a happy, wag-alicious Muslim life.

The End.

This plan is too good to just give up right?

Well, guess I’ll just have to wait for the 2010 ;)

To Muslima or not to Muslima?

That is the question.

I am very shy. It takes me a very long time to get comfortable with people. I mean I have known people for like 10 years and I am still not comfortable with just being me.

Anyway, I’ve been playing around with the idea of doing the whole cyber dating thing seriously with Muslima.com. But what if someone that I know sees me on there? Are they going to say…look at that loser…she cant get anyone to like her she is so pathetic. And yes that is the worse case scenario. But then I ask myself…am I ready to get married? I mean really really ready…to get married? And my instinct is to say hell no and start running.

But there is something greater that is making me want to get married. I want to get married for the right reasons. For my religion and for a partner to share my life with. But getting there is what really irritates me.

There is a big part of me that believes that when God decides its time for me to married, I will meet my husband and we will just get married.

But then I think…the dreaded words… ‘what if’…and that’s where Muslima.com comes in. But can we really meet our partners on the web? I only know of one couple that actually got together and stayed together, but they not married.

To be honest, I have actually gone to cyber dating sites before and made a profile, just to see what I would get. I put a fake picture, but the real info, and obviously the picture is nicer than the truth. So I start talking to the guys that respond, a couple emails here and there, and it takes about two emails before they start being freaks. But Muslima.com is different, its serious stuff, so I would have to put a real photo and my real self. Can I really do that? Maybe I’m just a big scary cat ;( maybe I should just do it. What do you think?

Say I do it…then what?

Time Warp

When I stepped into the elevator, I didn’t know that it was actually a portal into another world.

When I stepped out of the elevator it was like I walked into the 1970’s Apartheid South Africa. I had gone into the administration section of the public library. And it was something out of a dream. The brown and cream furniture with an Afrikaans radio station played in the background. Hardcover books filled the room, and the three white women who worked there sat at their tables writing out those cards…what do you call them again…its like an index in the library??? with the book and authors name on it??? Anyway, the librarians were dressed in those floral ensembles, with the big hair, and pink painted long nails. A white man sat in a brown office at his desk writing. I don’t think I even saw a computer.

That was by far the worst architecture and colour period of all time. That dull brown, cream and orange colour palate that makes me what to kill myself, that’s how depressing it is. But what was so strange is that in 2009, in an office in the public library, this little world seems to still exist. I was escorted by a black lady who worked at the front desk of the library. She insisted I come with her to ask Admin for toilet paper, because if she had to ask, she would be get into trouble.

Time really is strange; it can speed along for most. And for some, they can freeze it with that horrible brown furniture and paint. Really, the ‘new’ government should have saved all that money in re-naming places that already had okay names and spend it re-decorating the municipal buildings. Then maybe government workers would not be such sour assess.