It's A New Day

My tomorrow had already started when i woke up this morning, and i lay there wondering how long this new day had been operating...

The first time i opened my eyes this morning was at around 06h28 and the bloody birds; who live in the large thorn-type tree outside my window, in my front garden; were raising hell, leaving my ear drums filled with hot ash. i took this to mean that it was not my time to get out of bed yet, so i pulled the covers just a tad higher to block out the world.

i have been battling with the question, "how does tomorrow begin?" for a few weeks now and i am yet to come up with an answer that satisfies me.

What i did, and i think we should do, is look at when tomorrow begins; then maybe we can get an idea of how it begins. After interacting with many people and observing many others i have come to the realisation that for a great majority of the populace, tomorrow only begins when they wake up in the morning after the sun has risen. Try this the next time you are with some friends and are awake at 03h00(am), listen to them speaking about the previous day as if it had not ended at 11h59:59sec(pm). They will then also refer to the current day (which started at ooh00(am) as tomorrow . This in effect means that, for most people sleep is required and once that sleep is over for tomorrow begins.

If you think about it, it is rather ludacris...but understandable.

Thats enough rambling from me for today


It never came!
i was promised that it would come if i behaved...
and i did, i did behave.
i cleaned the yard
fed the dog(who's is it anyway)
watered the plants
polished the stoep
cut the grass(with hand sheers i might add)
did my homework
read a few chapters from the book you gave me the other day(you know the boring one by that L'amour dude)
i didn't waste time watching tv
or listening to the radio
but i did play Public Enemies Fight the Power at full volume
while behaving...

but it still did not come.
where did the love go daddy?

copyright (c) 17h51, Tuesday, 22nd November 2005

Constanly Under Pressure

So i was chatting to a friend of mine, actually he is more than just a friend he is a colleague and mentor. He is the person who introduced me to blogging, check out his blog at http://infinitepersuit.blogspot.com

Well what we were talking about (and this comes up regularly) is writing; how to get yourself to write, keeping the momentum and sustaining it for as long a period as possible until it happens of its own accord (that is one of the reasons why i decided to start blogging). i have discovered something about my writing, i write better when i am under pressure to do so, like in a writing workshop, or on a deadline to submit a poem for a script, and now for Blogging (i hope).

i have often heard and read that writers are a very curious bunch with all sorts of weird superstitions, like only writing with a specific pen/pencil, writing on only yellow paper or in a perforated edged double hole punched notebook, or only being able to write anything when they are sitting in front of the PC typing it instead of writing.

For me pressure seems to be the trick instead of routine. i hope that you will bear with me as i learn about blogging and writing and myself.

i must admit that i am a very private, but this is something i wish to change because i have realised that we use it to hide from the world and not deal with people and issues.


Boiling Point

i have reached the point of no return,
My insides start to bubble over
and over i have been driven to this point
for family
for friends
for society
for love
for fear
for protection
for the boss
for my art
for the team
for sanity
for insanity

At these time in my life i feel like a kettle,
constantly under pressure to produce,
being watched closely and in anticipation.

The pressure
Oh the pressure...

Writing in is my pressure release valve.

copywrite (c) Ayob Vania
11h20, Wednesday, 17th November 2005

That is about all i can manage for right now.

Introduction

Hi there world, my name is Ayob Vania, though I have had many names and been called many things in the many durations my life experiences on this planet, in this galaxy and others...

i have many Personalities residing in one body and this will come through as you get to know me by interacting with my words on this blog.

i have existed before time and will continue my existance long after your concept of time has changed its definition and expired.

i hope and pray(Yes, i pray!!! Sometimes i believe in GOD too), that you will help me grow and become better at what i am and want to do.

For now though, i must bid you farewell, and in doing so i leave you with these words!!!



In my many attempts to reach a calmness i have yet to find,
i close my eyes in an attempt to see using my third eye
And pure darkness surrounds me.

After intensive consultation my spiritual healer suggests
A contact lens to treat my third eye myopia.

Am i short-sighted? What have i lost contact with?
The answer to which should be apparent...

Due to short-sightedness i have lost contact with my inner self!
Caught up in a whirlwind of questions,
Persistently resisting the urge to define myself...