Thursday, October 26, 2006

Everything and a peanut

I was once found, but now I'm lost. Had to change some things about this blog so I could go back to blissful anonymous-ity. So if anyone is wondering why the change in name, now you know.

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I have a new mac. A 20 inch flat screen iMac. It has a sleek little remote for my iTunes that attaches to the side of the screen with a magnet. Oooh the screen. It's big. It's beautiful. I want to bow down and pray to it.

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Diwali was fantastic. I absolutely adore fireworks. When they're several thousand meters away. As long as I can't hear them, I'll have a huge idiotic grin plastered on my face any time I see a particularly spectacular one. (hah I like the sound of that. Very tongue twister-y. Particular Spectacular.) Hearing them though, scares the living beejezus out of me.

Last year I dared leave the security of my home (where a magnificent vista of fireworks is available to me from the safety of my balcony) and walked right smack bang into the middle of a war-zone. Flashing lights, thunderous racket (and rockets), I felt like I'd walked right into the heart of terror-torn Iraq. When some kids decided to light some fireworks under a parked car, I almost had a seizure. Never again. Now fireworks are viewed from the comfort of my balcony, lights switched off, wrapped in a cosy sheet (because this is still Africa, and we're almost on the equator. No wooly blankets for us) and popcorn and an iced drink. And God they were stunning.

When (and if) I ever get married, and if I can afford them, I'm so totally having fireworks. Only I'd have to pay for licenses, fire trucks, ear plugs etc. Waitaminute, I can just get married on Diwali. That would be awesome. So that's that then. Now I just need to find an unsuspecting victim to marry.

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Eid was boring. Which is funny, because I'm muslim and I enjoy diwali more than I do eid. It could be because I have a very, very, very small family here and it's just not as much fun when there's only three of us to feast on potfuls of chicken biryani. Usually every year, my sister, a good friend who also doesn't have a big family for big-family-celebrations, and I would take off to of all places, subway, for long bouts of nonsense, silly jokes and yummy sandwiches. This year my sister is married and celebrating with her new big family who have big-family-celebrations, and my good friend is away living it up abroad. So that leaves lonely old me. And that's how eid was spent watching dvds and gorging on sweets all on my lonesome ownsome.

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The party at Ahmet's house was fabulous. Not because it was a brilliant party with the right mix of people, fun, food and a very dip-able pool. Which it was. And not because it ended at sunrise. Which it did. But mostly because of Ahmet's presence and his ever-charming rake-ish ways.

Word of advice: If you thought you'd gotten over a guy simply because he got married, newsflash! you haven't. Therefore it is NOT a good idea to party at his house. You will be very aware of every little comment, every gesture, every move. Did that hug linger a few seconds longer than usual? Did he actually say "wow" when I walked towards him asking for a drink? Did his wife notice?

And it was really very bizarre when the next morning, my horoscope for the day read: A relationship has unnerved you once again because you genuinely thought you had got over loving this person. Acknowledge the fact that for the first time in your life you are experiencing true love.

See? Sooo not a good idea. I really need to re-read my copy of "He's just not that into you." More importantly, I really need to get a life.

4 comments:

i'll have another one said...

to begin with, im flattered that you thought my writing was nice cos damnnnnnn!! your blog is great! (i mean it. this is not some strange form of ingratiative one-upmanship).. ive read through a few of your posts and i'm coming back for more...

oh and in order to make this relevant to the current post, yup its probably not a good idea to hang out with an ex crush cos neither marriage, distance, fights, different friend circles, nor even changes in sexual preference (of said ex-crush) tend to change our gibbly gobbly feelings! (no, the above stuff hasnt happened to me but ive watched enough sitcoms to know its possible!)

Geek Goddess said...

hahah! changes in sexual preference! damn i never thought of that! if he wasn't married i might have tried convincing myself he was gay. But y'know thats huge.. it could be the next big thing. Maybe you should write a book "He's SO gay" so women all over the world who're thinking "he's just not that into me" can now think "he's SO gay. oh well." So much better for the ego dont you think?

i'll have another one said...

hehehe yup! from now on every girl who it doesnt work out for me is gay! i fell better already!! whatever takes one's mind off the fact that the person you have a crush on isnt with you is fine. dont you think? its awful when the damn crush refuses to go even way after every logical bone in your body tells you to move on.

Geek Goddess said...

Aaabsolutely! but you know what else works? heard that line: "to get over one person, you gotta get under another"? now im not preaching any kind of debauchery, all im saying is be open to meet someone else. and if some hanky panky does happen, practice it safely :)