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A few seconds…
Please Sir,
Do you have a moment? I know you are very busy, working hard to earn money. A family to provide for. A few seconds for you to look down at me and acknowledge my existence. To smile at me, to make me feel human and wanted. I know I look dirty and probable smell bad, but beneath all this I am only a human. Thrown away like a broken toy.
Please Sir,
Only a few seconds of your time is all I ask. Your friendly smile will give me hope and confirm that I am not forgotten. You pass me everyday. A few seconds is all it takes to say hello. A smile from your heart is all I ask. Tonight you go to your family. Tonight I will still be here. High on glue. Drifting away to a place far away where it is warm and no hunger exist. Only to wake up and realise that I am still here, waiting for you to give me a few seconds of your time.
Please Sir!
A few seconds! Is that to much to give?
Passing the Port.
The tradition for “passing the port” is one left to us by the British Navy. Like most things regarding traditions who and where it started is always a debatable point with no conclusive answer. This is a very simple tradition and no need to remember a lot. As with this one there are a few variations, so I explain the one I was taught.
passed from port to port
The decanter of port is placed in front of the host with the stopper removed. The host serve the guest on his right first before passes it to the guest on the left, who in turn serves the person on his right, before passes it on again. Continuing clockwise until it ends up in front of the host again.
Who gave you the right?
Something has been bugging me for sometime now. So here it goes and take it anyway you like it. Lately I started to get the idea that it has become the norm and fashion in the South African blog world (mainly Afrikaans), to open up a blog purely to degrade and personally attack another blogger. What is so wonderful about this. The reason I do not understand, but it may be it is our historic negative attitude towards people who think differently. Suddenly they are not part of the mainstream, so out comes the battle axes and there we go ready to slaughter the person in public.
Wat nog…
Na stil week, wat selfs my gedagtes begin eggo het, is ek darem nou weer by. Die vlees was hier maar die gees het gaan wandel waar “angels fear to tread”. Nou is ek terug en niks slimmer nie. Ek het lekker gesels met Johan in London so oor alles en nog wat en niks in besonders.
Dit is seker nie baie mooi van my as mede Suid Afrikaner, veral ‘n Afrikaans sprekende een daar by, om Afrikaanse musiek te vermy nie. Tydens my vakansie in Suid Afrika het ek die moeite gedoen om so bietjie op te vang oor wat regtig aangaan op die Afrikaanse musiek “scene”. Nie sleg nie. Die name is regtig iets besonders, maar ongelukkig doen sommige van die musiek nie die naam “justice” nie. Die tieners in die familie het vir die oom nou mooi ingelig oor die Melktert Kommissie, Fokkof Polisiekar, Battery 9 en Snotkop. Dit het maar gesukkel om so uittreksel van almal te luister.
Heretics?
On this day, 13 October in 1307, which fell on a Friday, the Knights Templars were arrested by King Philip IV of France. The order was probably the best known military order during the Crusades. They protected the pilgrims and crusaders on route to Jerusalem from bandits. All Templars plead a vow of poverty and all the possessions of the member became the property of the order. Easily recognised in their white mantles and red cross, they become favourite charity throughout the “Christendom”. In 1129 the Catholic Church
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Genade is die "volk" alweer in oproer! :roll:
Het vandag aan jou en Flippiefanus gedink. Ons het 'n Wetenskap konferensie vandag ...
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As ek nou weer die nuutste aanslag oorleef. Skaars post ek die ANC en cockroach stukkie by bosparra, en woeps, ...
Chat to you in December then, glad I'm subscribed to your RSS mate :)
Keep well! 
Ek mis jou :sad: 
Gaan rus lekker! 
