tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341972602011-09-04T13:28:13.319+01:00Because I'm not Greek.Geek Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10742232957693119143noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34197260.post-69748207938292021922011-07-21T14:44:00.004+01:002011-07-21T14:49:54.815+01:00

How do I sum up my life in the three years since I last remembered I wrote a blog;I found Mr. Right and married him. We celebrated our one year anniversary last month.I moved to another continent.The Geek Goddess is back, past her 20's, in full swing and jobless, with stories to tell.

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And we're back.I should write some rot about being too occupied with creating some fantastic invention that could win a sort of Genius-in-the-rough award (there's no fooling anyone that I could win a completed, polished Genius title. Someone would definitely have to finish the process for me,) or else pretend I've been upto something incredible that would boggle the minds of readers everywhere.

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for not having posted in forever. And promises to blog about something meaningful and interesting and humourous.One of these days.

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I was finally able to decide on what I want to do for the rest of my life. Well the next year anyhow. I accepted the offer with the most exciting job description. It doesn't pay quite as much as the one that I didn't truly want to do, but I figure if I work hard and network harder, I'll hopefully end up with my dream job (and with it, a dream paycheck) within a year or two. And anyway, the money

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I am blessed. I've never had a hard time getting most things I've wanted. Note that I say most things, because that hot guy who could've been the father of my future children? He didn't turn up. I didn't think he would, because really, just assuming someone would turn up somewhere just because he'd been there the week before, is frankly more than just a little stupid. And reeks slightly of

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• I quit my job• I met a hot guy• I got drunk for the first time in my life. Yes, at the age of 26, that may be unbelievably late. But you have to remember that I'm a good muslim girl. Umm.. mostly. Okay then, a little bit of the time... when I remember.• Two of the above happened in one night.• Naturally the last two, because I sure as hell wasn't drunk when I meticulously planned and carried

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The past few weeks have been so busy I've hardly noticed the time whizzing by. It always does when you're having fun right? I've had an endless (but enjoyable) workload, a full to the brim social life and an overflowing life schedule; and I'm physically, mentally and wardrobe exhausted.I don't know why I'm blogging because I don't really have anything to write about.For some reason, although my

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I've been back for just over a week now, but still having a hard time readjusting to regular life. No extravagant shopping trips all day, no fabulously scrumptious food available at every corner, and certainly no hustle bustle of thousands, or the constant blaring of cars, bikes, rickshaws and horse carriages alike. Instead, I'm back to a city thats having major power problems and a mountain load

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...for the next three weeks since I'll be out of the country. I'm too tired from running between travel agent and work and bank and home to actually be legible or sensible in trying to explain why I'm leaving so suddenly.Just know that I've not decided to join the travelling circus (although it sounds exciting and I might just be interested), neither am I on the country's most wanted list (last

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An updateYesterday's very unexpected valentines present made it to my top five, all time greatest gifts.*drum roll* I got a digital camera!!Finally! After years of wanting one, but never really bothering to actually go out and buy one because I always had something I wanted just a little bit more, I got one! Sleek, slim and silver, its magic. My memories will finally be pixelated.Strangely enough

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I don't believe there should be only one day dedicated to love, but if it makes men nicer (more generous), who am I to complain? Although seeing my sister with her husband makes me all dreamy-eyed and cheesy-grinned. When I met her today and asked what her other half was giving her for the special occasion, she said she didn't want anything. Since everything she's ever wanted or asked for, he's

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The tough get going.Straight to the boss to ask for a raise.

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I was working late into the afternoon last Saturday... one of those few unfortunates the world over, who has to come in to work on a weekend. (Modern day slavery I tell you.) And I saw the most awful thing. I'm still in shock. Outraged speechless by what happened.Just as I was putting some finishing touches on a deadline, I heard a huge commotion outside by the lifts. A woman screaming bloody

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This past weekend I met up with a cousin who's back home for a meet-the-parents holiday. (Although I'm not sure how much of a holiday that can be). Recently wedded and still full of the excitement of a new bride, she was bubbling over with happiness. Now a recurring, predictable theme; and the beginning of every conversation I seem to have; she hugged me and exclaimed, "So what's goin on with you

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I've always imagined myself a pretty good amateur (unqualified) psychiatrist. Not that I'm any good with sharing advice. Or with listening to people mourn about things gone wrong, because really, there are enough things in a day to get a person down without having to listen to another depressed soul's sob story. Hmmm... never mind, so I wouldn't make that great a shrink, but I've always

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Urban Dictionary defines it as; To write a blog entry just for the sake of posting an entry, not because you have done anything interesting today.So here's my contribution...I've blatantly swiped this off of Thai Girl's blog. Feel free to return the favour. I love these things. Give me an application form or a questionnaire any day, to be filled out in block letters in tiny little boxes, and I'm

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Yup, so it's not happening with my very own, local Ashton Kutcher. Not that I'm not interested, or have changed my mind. Far from it. There's just no way, no how, that it's going to happen. He's too young, I'm too old, he's still studying, and too young, he lives in another country, and is too young. So I'm being dignified and moving on before I make a fool of myself. Also, I haven't seen him in

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First things first. But not necessarily in that order.Zanzibar was... well, what can I say? My visions of sunny, sandy beaches and mouth watering junk food were drowned in a pail of icy cold water. The weather was dreary - constant rain which made the beach and Stone Town utter and absolute blah. And the street food vendors had been closed down by the government due to an outbreak of cholera.So

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Happy Holidays!

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This coming weekend I'm off on holiday to a tropical paradise. One of my absolute favourite places on earth, Zanzibar is an island full of history, culture, spectacular beaches and mouth-watering food. Exactly my idea of heaven.Not to get all tour guide-y, but Zanzibar was the centre for the East African slave trade back in the day, and the decaying ruins of slave markets and crumbling sultan's

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It's almost christmas, and the year end parties have started with a bang. My weekends (and a lot of the work week) are almost completely choked up with plans. Even if that means dragging myself out of bed the next day wanting to die, so I can sleep some more. For eternity.But the endless parties and meeting old friends and new strangers is always fun. What's even more fun is the hilarity - the

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Only in Africa will you find a peacock in all it's magnificent feathered glory, strutting proudly across a traffic jam packed street at rush hour.Head held high, neck craned to look down it's nose at it's honking surrounding, disdainfully arrogant, it crosses the road unfazed as grown men stare out of their cars and point and laugh.I think there's a lesson in there somewhere.

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Or: Thanks, but no thanks.What is it about men that makes them treat women like they own them? And this with all women, not just their own. It's cool if you're chivalrous and charming, but if you're going to get all weird and freak out on someone you barely know, or even share a casual acquaintance-type relationship with, it's SO not. It really gets my goat because there I'll be all nice but

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I'm in bed with a throat infection, all covered up, bowlfuls of hot soup at my side and constant attention. Aaah... I kinda sorta almost love being sick. Since I'm in no shape to blog but I'm also suffering blog-withdrawal, I'll write about a not-so-distant memory that always brings a smile to my face. Okay, not really a smile, more like a hide-behind-your-hand giggle.Not too long ago, I'd gone

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I love birthdays - and not just because they're the perfect excuse for extravagant parties filled with friends and loved ones (and I've only separated the two because well, some friends are just casual acquaintance-type-friends, and some friends are loved ones), or fabulous (or not) gifts and fancy dinners, but because it's the one time in the year people from far away places and far away times

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This past weekend was fabulous, the whole beach weekend thing turned out to be a surprise birthday celebration even though my birthday isn't until tomorrow. So sunburnt, happy and well-fed on gooey chocolate cake, I will turn a still-nineteen-at-heart 26. In honour of that momentous occasion, it is my pleasure to present a list of 26 hitherto unknown facts about my favourite person. Me.1. I

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[Health warning: Boring whiny post. This blogger takes no responsibility of injury or risk to reader arising from eye strain or mind numbing boredom.]I am fed up. Completely and utterly sick of my job. Not the work itself which I enjoy, but the people I work with and their attitudes, and the ever growing politics that happens in offices everywhere but which I've only just experienced. I've been

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Last night, just as I was settling in to veg out in front of the television; cosy sheet and a bowl of home-made popcorn in hand, the electricity went off. Not such a hugely shocking event for us because it's become a daily part of life. Can't cook because the power went off just as you were putting your dinner in the oven? Can't go out 'coz all your clothes are too wrinkled and you didn't manage

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Shall I tell you about how I know I'm finally getting over Ahmet (who I already thought I was over a year ago, and about which I was obviously. very. wrong) because I turned down a beach barbecue/ picnic with a whole big bunch of friends when I knew Ahmet would be there? Or how I didn't feel butterflies when I saw him later, someplace else, and didn't bother to wave or go over and say hi (and

Geek Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10742232957693119143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34197260.post-410477356501675572006-11-02T08:32:00.001Z2006-11-02T08:32:06.497Z

Have you ever said sweet dreamson a cool, cloudless night,switched off the lights,thrown wide open the windowsand crawled into your cosy bed,wrapping a sheet snugly around you,then turned to gaze focus-edly at the curtains billowing in the breeze,and, as you admired the crystal-clear skies,the un-blurred view of brightly twinkling stars,crisp silhouettes of neighbouring buildingsand the distinct

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I think I now understand why some women stay in abusive relationships. Not because I am in one, or have ever been in one, fortunately. And not that I would stay longer than to throw things at his head. But I now sort of get women who do.See the thing is, I love my job. I truly enjoy the work I do. (having a brand new iMac helps :) ) but for the past well, three years, I've had an on-off

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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.--------------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

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- Steve Urkle in Family MattersSometimes I do the stupidest things to myself. Sending the wrong text message to the wrong person is one of them. It's a standing joke amongst friends. I've lost count of the amount of times I've made a complete fool of myself having sent an embarrassing sms to someone who was definitely not meant to read it.Coworkers have received messages from me asking them to "

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I am the most forgetful person on the planet. Seriously, I can open a door and forget whether I'm coming in or going out. I have dialled numbers then forgotten who I was calling. I've forgotten the names of classmates I'd studied with for 4 years, a month after graduation (truly embarassing story that), and I've spent hours searching for keys that were in my hand. Okay wait, that's not lousy

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Phew. Someone I know found this blog.Sometimes the itty-bitty-est acts of carelessness can lead to your undoing. And me being the extremely private person that I am, would never have been able to write another post knowing someone I know would be able to read my deepest desires and unspoken secrets. Not that I've written anything of that sort on this blog - yet.Not even my sister who is like a

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Two conversations in an otherwise empty elevator zipping non-stop down a high-rise.SCENE 1:Man - wow, we haven't stopped once on any of the floors.Me - yeah, maybe we're in a free fall, plummeting to the ground, and we don't even know it.Man - *nervous look* I watched this program on AXN all about how you could save yourself if you were stuck in a falling elevator. blah blah blah...SCENE 2:Guy in

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I don't know who wrote this, but I love it.Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming, "WOO HOO! What a ride!"Not that I wouldn't mind getting there looking totally hot, (who knows

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Last night I was in a bit of a blue funk. What with my heart all topsy turvy at sighting an old somewhat-ex and then, almost simultaneously, meeting an old crush at Saturday night's party. This old flame, I'll call him Ahmet, was the love of my life. We met a few years ago and hit it off like chocolate ice cream and a mixed nut topping (what? You can't have chocolate ice cream without nuts okay?)

Geek Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10742232957693119143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34197260.post-1160139280866084772006-10-06T13:43:00.000+01:002006-10-12T14:31:19.452+01:00

1) The hot preacher leaves today. I'm heartbroken.2) Got a dinner-party-thing planned at home tonight for a whole bunch of people. And I'm working till at least 7 p.m. Worried? Me? Naahh. Everything is in order. Food? Check. Drinks? Check. Dessert? Check. Messy, cluttered, almost-pig-sty home un-cluttered? Oh shit.3) Saw a quasi-ex last night. Quasi-ex because we were only quasi-dating. We were

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Every year, every Ramadhan, I end up having a major crush on atleast one of the religious speakers at the local mosque. It's not like any of them have been exceptionally goodlooking (except for that Robert De Niro lookalike 2 years ago.) (Yummy.) (Robert De Niro is THE hottest older man alive) (as is Sanjay Dutt, who I have seen TWICE, and who is just as smokin hot in real life as he is on screen

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My sister is pregnant. At 23.I'm in shock, my hands shake as I write this. I don't know why I'm so upset/ shocked/ nervous/ anxious (insert any other applicable adjective. Insert the whole bloody thesaurus in here). I mean she IS married, it's not like she'll be a single mom or anything. She got married less than a year ago and although it's way (way) (WAY) too soon, I know they're both happy

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The holy month of Ramadhan started this past Sunday. It's one of my favourite months of the year - not so much for the fasting and with it, the strengthened spirituality; but (and I'm almost ashamed to say it) the social side of it.Fasting for me is transcendent. Although you certainly feel it in earthly ways - I mean you starve yourself and walk around with your tongue hanging out from thirst.

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I read this somewhere and my heart melted into a puddle;"The woman came out of man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior. But from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved."Beautiful.

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Midas* was one of the most vain, conceited, arrogant guys I've ever known. Also one of the most annoying. We met through mutual friends and became sort-of pals. Sort-of because he sort-of liked me and I sort-of didn't. Not that he was bad looking or stupid or anything. Infact, when a friend told me he liked me, I remember thinking hmmm...Then I got to know him.Every time we'd run into each other,

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Our old security guard was a lovely man. Always ready with a quick hello and a sincere, generous smile.Less than 2 weeks ago, he’d asked for his goodwill; money paid to employees who have been in faithful service over many years. He’d told our maid he wanted to enjoy the fruits of his labour while he was still alive; if left to his son, his years of struggle would be washed away through his son’s

Geek Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10742232957693119143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34197260.post-1158518458916573882006-09-18T18:22:00.000+01:002006-10-12T10:22:44.087+01:00

It's been a while since I last had a girl's night out full of good food, aimless chatter and scandalous gossip. I’d become socially lazy and my life the past few weeks had been all about work, work and more work; with weekends spent with family at home, catching up with movies and books, and the occasional drives out for ice cream or coffee.I'd forgotten how much fun gossiping was.So Saturday

Geek Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10742232957693119143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34197260.post-1158312882502261662006-09-15T14:45:00.000+01:002006-10-12T14:47:56.780+01:00

I just re-read yesterday's post and realised most people would probably be thinking "What the..?!" at the: "and then proceeded to turn down marriage proposal after marriage proposal after marriage proposal."No I'm not some miss world lookalike (although I do like to think I could be. heheh).Let me explain.In our East African-with-Indian-roots community, any girl hitting the ripe old age of 18 is

Geek Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10742232957693119143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34197260.post-1158242245299270982006-09-14T14:23:00.000+01:002006-10-12T11:07:57.609+01:00

My last single guy-friend just got engaged today. That makes 3 engagements and 2 weddings in the last three months. Three months.It's weird how all my guy friends are either in serious relationships, or getting engaged or married (at such speed you'd think women were suddenly on the list of soon-to-be-extinct species), while us girls are still livin' the single life. A single non-dating life. And

Geek Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10742232957693119143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34197260.post-1158149083626930202006-09-13T12:41:00.000+01:002006-10-12T11:23:07.302+01:00

When it gets as busy as it's been at work this past week, and I've got people breathing down my neck for deadlines that had to be met yesterday, and I can't find enough time to run to the cooler for a glass of water, I can't help but envy, E-N-V-Y, women who don't work. They have the luxury of long lunches and catching up with friends over coffee, endless shoe shopping and chatting on msn without

Geek Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10742232957693119143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34197260.post-1157965951699361722006-09-11T10:11:00.000+01:002006-10-12T11:26:49.825+01:00

Well not really. But since beginnings tend to be a little awkward (and I really don't know how to start this off), I'll tell you a bit about who I am and where I come from. I live in a coastal East African city - yes that's right, miles and miles of white sandy beaches and coconut trees and long, hot, sunny days... spent confined in a tiny little airconditioned office.I'm quarter-Indian,

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