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Will is back . O h one's petty mind. Inferior in rank or status. Ive been carelessly sharing and throwing around ideas again. In effect chasing people away and ruining lives. My subconscious isn't pleased at all. Strangely I'm not in a particularly bad mood. It's just all the psyche phenomena that are starting to get to me. One example is that I will totally forget about this whole article a few seconds after completion. I guess its my mind's self preservation mechanism at work. And to make it even more difficult it keeps on injecting insane thoughts into my head. Like "Tell the truth". And I'm not talking about I did something wrong so ease my guilt truth. Im talking about "No honey , its not the jeans that make you look fat" truth. Luckily I haven't said anything to damning. At least not to the point of getting death threats or having my car keyed. Back to the ranting.

I have a follower. Woot. I am honored. I suspect you feel obliged but the sentiment is no less appreciated. /blush. As a return in favor her blog site is www.feylian.com go read it and experience an overwhelming feeling that you are not as talented. Now !

Like I predicted the words have stopped. Hopefully I can muster some inspiration later today and will add some more ranting.

I feel so 5 seconds ago.

A politician once said " If you are going through hell, keep on going. "

Life, death , infinity , grace.

We all eventually have to deal with death. People die. Statistically proven. 1 out of 1 people will die. Deal with it. I have made peace with that fact a long time ago. Yet I still hate funerals. I understand that nobody likes them. I hate them. Not because its sad and morbid and well ... sad. Its because you always learn things about people. And learning something about a person who has left this world really annoys me. I have so many questions. Especially because of my quest for talent.

On Saturday 19 September 2009 we said goodbye to a very very talented man. He could speak five languages. In biblestudy a week ago he did a prayer for everyone of his children, children's children and their children. That is remarkable in itself but what makes it more spectacular is the fact that he did it by praying for each individual. By name. I can't even remember half of the immediate family. Oh the things I want to know ! /dramatic sigh. If I would have to recount all the stories I have heard of this great man then it would take a lot more than these fingers could ever type. One that I am willing to share is a personal story. Nobody else knows that this happened except me and him.

When we were still living on a farm a few years ago they came to visit. Even back then he was old. Sadly the image in my mind I hold of him is of feebleness from age. Even more tell tale signs would reveal themselves. Memory. Weak body. He was so old. One evening , after everyone has gone to bed I snuck into the kitchen for a snack. Out of nowhere he appeared we started talking. At first I obliged out of politeness. We started sharing stories. Of course he told more because more of my life revolved around computers which wouldn't have interested him anyway. One story he told me stuck in my memory. It was of an old friend who was sick and on his dying bed. He was alone at home for the moment when a snake made its way into his bedroom to find a cozy place to sleep. As it climbed onto the bed the man reached for his cane and lowered the snake back onto the floor saying " Wyk satan". He repeated this until somebody finally came to his aid and removed the snake from the room. When he finished telling this story it was well into the early morning. What began as obligated manners turned into sheer childish curiosity. It was a night I would happily repeat and sadly would never again.

As we sat staring at his coffin I felt the tears well up inside me. It wasn't because I missed him. I did not grieve his death. It was because I knew he was with God. And suddenly I had an image of him bowing before the throne. Young and alive. Smiling. Happy.

Hamba Kahle Baba


I feel like a young and healthy idiot.

I famous writer once wrote:

" - What is it that a man may call the greatest things in life?
- Hot water , good dentishtry and shoft lavatory paper."
Cohen the barbarian in a conversation with Discworld nomads

No title needed.

I finally feel inspired enough to blog once more. I have been filled with a new vigor. The power of the Spirit flows around me like a gentle breeze. Personal growth is attained by acts of courage. Such an act was perfomed. The reward. Power, enlightenment, exhilaration. The act. I finally got the courage to attend a Bible study. And it was good. We discussed the Spirit and now I feel more intouch with it. I could rave about it for a long long time but I'm not qualified.



And thus the real topic of the blog. One thing mentioned was sin. Fully devouting my life to the Lord is (and I say this for lack of a better term) dificult. I have made my peace with the fact that we are all sinners and that is something that we can't change. But once you realise that you are sinning there are certain grey areas for me. Being a gamer doesnt help. I've killed things in every manner possibly imaginable. And I know that its only fictional. Is it sinning anyway? I even blogged about it the other day. To this I would have to soul search. Simply giving up on gaming is by far harder than quitting smoking and drinking.



And now... /deep breath. The other problem. I am a person obsessed with talented people. I recently met an old friend. Her blest talent is beauty (Sage 1 .The quality that gives pleasure to the senses). Not only is she physically beautiful but she obtained the ability to wield her appearance like a sword. She could cut you off in mid sentence with a look the suggests chocolate brandy body shots. The kind of look that can banish cheap wine and make you want to drink elegant and expensive wine on a light spring day in the country side in France. (ooh loving the sage today . W00t!) Siren , delilah, enchantress, femme fatale, temptress. Burn out my eyes for glancing at you will surely fill my mind with sin. Not entirely so dramatic but you get the picture.

A famous(awesome) writer once said " Give a man a fire and he is warm for a night. Set a man on fire and he is warm for the rest of his life.

I'm feeling like I possibly could rule the world.

District 9 and the V word.

Right. Soz for the wait. The truth is there wasn't much to report. :-)

Now I have to blog before upgrading to Windows 7. Woot.

Review Time.
District 9.
This movie is the rarest of rare. I need to watch for every South African for the same reason why every survivor of the Titanic has to watch a chick flick version of Titanic.
The plot well thought out and if there is a book then I would love to read it. The dialog is enough to make every well educated SAfrican cringe and yet it is very realistic. /sigh. Btw. I have noticed that a lot of the younger girls (Matric etc) say things that couldn't possibly exist in any afrikaans handbook. When I say something like " Praat asseblief mooi." They would reply with " Ek doen praat mooi". WTF ? Ek doen dink ju klink soos 'n idiot. Stop that please. Anyway. The lead character in the movie District 9 is a SAfrican that acts a SAfrican. He even curses in Afrikaans a lot. Normally the normal church going person would really be offended by the use of the "V" word. This is the Afrikaans version of the "F" in English. Okay. I'll say it once but note that I am not a person who uses it and every SAfrican would be offended if you used it against him/her. The word is "Voertsek" /shudder. Lol. V. The word that must not be said. The Harry Potter syndrome is kicking in again. I am not reviewing the movie much because there isn't much more to review. All the movie really does well is make every SAfrican, black , white or pink look like either an idiot or an asshole. Which makes it sadly a very realistic movie. Except that there are aliens. O_o

Met some interesting people over the weekend. A lady that dances and works with PC's.Woot. And a gaming family.

More on that later.

The report. The city of Glod.

Keep in mind that my giddy vocabulary will not justify the events of last night. We decided that throwing caution to the wind was the course of action that would produce the best results in the given circumstance. So we went the city of Glod. With its streets of glod. We found a delightful little establishment called Kyoto @ Tokyo Sky. /shiver at recollection. The menu featured " japanese contemporary" dishes and would look exactly like you would imagine it would look like in japan. Even the price was only written in the amount without the currency symbol as to create the illusion that you could pay in yen. Made realistic by the fact that it's probably the price you would pay for it in japan. Example : Bottle of Dom Perignon 2400. Bowl of ramen 60 . etc etc. We ofcourse had to start with a light sushi meal. Here I have to aggrandize. The flavor deserves it. Sushi that melts in your mouth. The kind that for a single moment nothing in the world matters or even exists. I am looking through a dictionary now to find the right word. Look up delicious. Comparable to another situation that humans (and apparantly dolphins) can experience.

Our main course was unanimously decided. Ramen. An enormous treat. The food was higlighted with the situation that was unfolding around us at the venue. It is a very rare experience when three friends dine out. Its important to try new places and break the monotony of everyday life. This was infact even more the rare occasion because of a private function. Imagine our surprise when the whole restaruant starts filling up with women. Of everykind, shape and age. And then our surprise at hearing the conversation inside vary from lapdancing to other exotic forms of delectation. After our meal however we decided to visit the club part of the venue called Tokyo Sky. The music and dancing was fantastic. The best part of the crowed seemed to be to young for the night scene , more so for a Wednesday. And still the place was packed. Amazing.

That sums up a night in the city of glod. Under its murky exterior it is just possible to find a gem. And that is what we did.

Now on to the next event. The weekend. MPLD friday. Woot. Pale in comparison.

Famous Writer said “It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It's called living.” Terry Pratchett

I feel Red wine and bits between my joints. Fortunately in my brain to.

Woot Springy ness.

Do you feel that ? It's like the excitement before your final exams. Hard to explain. I don't even know if its just me. But its here and I am loving it. That feeling when you see a beautiful girl stick her tongue out at you and then disappears. Like lying in the shade on soft green grass. Like sitting in the forest shade with absolutely no place to be and no hurry to get there. I think I feel /bounce ( A tribute ;-) ) And I think its because of spring. Although it could be faith or detox to. Now its time to use this new perception of the world as a powerful, magical, beautiful place to do ... stuff.

Its almost like the adrenalin is waiting to be set free. As if I (for once) am ready and I'm waiting for the opportunity for something amazing to happen . This is something I can not waste. Not this time. And I will take it tonight... Will post tomorrow the result.