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If I were a Boy!

Posted by: Aquarian in Untagged  on

Aquarian
 

 

Have you ever walked into a room and just stopped because the gorgeous being at the bar just caught your attention? You kind of look in that exact same direction and you can't help but stare because, damn, you really think you have come in contact with "the one?" don't stare at me and tell me you haven't. We all have those odd ball moments because as human beings we fall in love with the exterior before we fall in love with the internal.

 

We all do it because it is human nature, human and so selfish. Selfish because what would happen if once in your life you first got to know the person for who they really were on the inside? Take online dating for example. The person you speak to cannot see you and you cannot see them. I would think that is the ideal place to meet a soul mate that not only looks like the back hand of an ape but who is so much like an ape you want to feed them bananas. No offense to the online daters. But isn't the web were we get to see people for what and who they are? (Stalkers included) But not just the web. There is sms, Facebook, MXIT (with all it's kiddie porn and guys and girls alike seeking attention) the world is so advance these days all you have to do is get a phone with a fancy application called WAP. I know, whack. But gone are the days when you had to snail mail the ugly dude that your girl said was so cute (right!) and you can get to know him the old fashioned way. by not seeing a face or abs, or anything that would make your eyes want to pop out of their sockets and make your tongue roll out of your mouth. I know how it sounds but remember we are trying to fall in love with the soul and not the face, focus people. I am not saying all people you meet online are, well, ugly ducklings but what I am saying is that say you get to actually know someone. Not what you see, not the colour of their eyes or the shapes of their bodies, not even the sound of their voice. What if you first got to know what their favorite colour is, food they like, their dislikes, which day in the week they prefer over the next. What if you got a small glimpse at their souls? I mean really just another human being that you get to know from the inside out? I for one think it is quite amazing. It would be boy meets girl over net (no pictures to be sent, don't ruin it for all of us), then boy gets to know girl and vise verse... I know, I know. I am getting to the good part. They decide to meet and check each other out( in a safe open crowded place of course just in case guy is one of the boys who not only possess the face of a date rapist but who is) and when they meet, oh hell no!!! Boy has one eye and is bald; girl is a super model on her way to the top. What to do, what to do? A superficial woman who hike up her skirt and run for dear life. Imagine the babies to be made there.... Oh my goodness. The world is already filled with people who are not only unattractive inside but outside to and now the beauty queen and Quassie want to make some more? No way no how. But, a lady of substance will remember the reason why she feels for him. The jokes, the late night chats! Oh the brother bought her virtual roses for their first month of cyber dating. He was truly something hey. So will she make her decision based on his shift eye or the email he sent her when she was sick in bed with a bad case of the flu? In an ideal world she would base her decision to stay on the fact that he is a good man, with a good job and a beautiful heart. But you know that this was not going to end on a good note. Look at you guys all staring at me wondering wtf? In an ideal world people would accept each other not for looks or money but for the value the other adds to your life and day. And we are not all superficial whores who love cars and money. Or bastards who only want you for your perfect size 10 waist and big breasts that protrude out of your blouse to such an extent that they look on the verge of bursting,( I almost lost myself there so let me just break a bit). But most of us are. We look at the outside more than the inside and thus we end up with the same piece of you know what that you said you would never end up with. I know that most of you are sitting here thinking that I am wrong but deep down in your heart you know I am right because you have been through that motion more than a thousand times. You meet someone attractive and that is all there is to them, that is the end. All they are is a good looking piece of art but it is a second hand painting bought at a garage sale. Not just second hand but a pretty picture painted by a great artist who didn't capture the inner self of his muse. Now that we have established that we are superficial beings let us look at how we can overcome that one great flaw we have.... That's just it, we can't. We really cannot look past the exterior because we are afraid of what we might find. Now this is debatable but you don't want to get into this with me, you really don't. Of course we do have a few unique individuals who actually can see past the looks and see a bit deeper but they are far and few in between. But I know that at least 80% of us cannot be so deep. It is not in our nature and never will be. I think that God intended it to be that way. I mean, do you think that Eve or even Adam was unattractive? I think not! No way. Adam was probably blonde and gorgeous and Eve had long flowing black hair and big breasts to make sure that Adam never looked at anything else but here. And that is wonderful, just wonderful. But it is something that needs to change to make us not only better human beings but also better lovers. You should be able to, as a man, look at a woman with all her stretch marks, cellulite and age spots and see something that takes your breath away. Something that makes you want to stop what you're doing and just take all of her in. every last flaw needs to add to her exceptional uniqueness and absolute beauty. She needs to be what you want to see for the rest of your life. I know that most of you guys are looking at me thinking: "I am trading mine in for a new model as soon as she turns 30." Why 30 you ask? Well because in her twenties a woman is like an uncharted ocean on a warm and sunny day. Beautiful, calm, sure of herself like a dolphin on its way to a far away coast. In her late twenties she is more like an ocean with a storm brewing off in the distance. Still beautiful but turbulent with a hint of danger to come. In her thirties... Oh my, she is like a storm. Oh she comes with the rain, thunder and Lord knows she is going to be causing havoc wherever she goes. She is going to drown you with her moaning, toss you around with her crashing waves of irritating chatter about nothing and then finally capsize your tiny vessel with her endless and boundless strength of the nag. Or use her powers of makes me want to drink whenever you want to hang out with the boys. All this will happen my friend but I encourage you to keep the model you have because you might do better but why not concentrate on working on the model you have. Because to be honest you know the new one is going to turn out just like the one you have. It is like having that old reliable Ford in the garage. Yeah it leaks oil and sometimes you have to give it a slight push to make it start but it gets you where you want to go... right? And if you just took the time to take it to a mechanic (in a woman's case it is the nearest mall for some shopping and a day of spoiling her with love, affection and Master Card) see, it is called restoration. I know, you ladies are thinking I am being disrespectful because of the comparison between you and a beat up old car but I am not. It is a compliment because all I am saying is that old does not necessarily mean that it needs to go to the scrap yard... so to speak. Now don't get touchy ladies, we do agree that some of you want to trade in your own models for younger versions. And I get that to but I am trying to bring a point home to the guys because I know things take a bit longer to sink in for them, no offense guys. But getting back to the business at hand, we as men need to be a bit deeper. I am sure you have all heard about the 80/20 split or 20/80 whichever way you looking at it. it is the truth as never seen before. You will give up 80% for an unguaranteed 20. That is a fact, thus you need to ask yourself of you are will to risk it? Are you? Do you want to lose the mother of your children, the person who cooks for you and who is there for you when you need it most? Are you? Take a long look at the situation before you make any irrational decisions. If of course you have found your 80% and you are stuck with a twenty then you know exactly what to do, don't you. You leave the 20% and you chase that 80% for all it is worth because if you're stuck with a 20% there is no way it is going to turn into an 80%. You can beg, pray, plead and rip out your heart for all I care. A duck is a duck. If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck... well, you know the rest.

 

So what I am trying to get at is that some of us are stuck on stupid and some of us are, well, stupid. Some of us are just with the same person who adds no value to your life or who has just been around you for a while now because it feels comfortable. The fear of starting over is too much for your mind to comprehend. You see it as a mountain that needs to be climbed while others see it as an opportunity to be with someone who adds that "added what-what" if I may to you and the world around you. The person who not only sees your outer beauty but the inner to. The kind of person who believes in you when you cease to believe in yourself. The kind of person who just makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside because they can. The other half of us however will and can never look into the soul of someone and see something spectacular. We can never just look at someone and think, wow, she sure is beautiful even though other people notice her buck teeth and not to mention that big nose on her face (I know, cruel but true) we will always be the shallow end of the pool and we will not know what it feels like to really enjoy the swim with the water rushing across our face. Well will never experience the water like we should because we will always want to sit on the steps and look in. you wonder why some people are so happy together, content with each other for years? Well they found that person their soul connects with, not just a physical connection but a deep connection that us mere mortals, shallow mortals will never truly find or understand. I guess that life has a funny way of making us see just how deep a human heart can reach to find something pure and true. We all go through life stuck with the same girl who just never seems to really get who you are and the same goes for the ladies. Sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith and take a chance on someone who really cares and sees you for whom and what you are. Sometimes you have to take a step and look at the relationship you are and see the bad in it because if you refuse to see it, I am afraid you will never be happy. I know so many people who for years remain unhappy because they think it is the best they can do. Maybe it is and maybe, just maybe it is not. We all deserve happiness and joy and we need to take back that part of our lives. Sometimes love is found in the most unlikely place. With someone you never in a million years though you would be with and that my friends is the beauty of it all. Finding uniqueness in someone who in their own way adds a little dazzle to your somewhat dull life. I am speaking about sparks buddy, the kind that makes you wonder if that person is sane enough to wipe their own (clear throat) you know what I am trying to say. But that is all I wanted to say. Take a leap of faith in love. Be so in love that your heart breaks at the site of him or her. Over indulge in being what you are. A human being with an ocean full of love that needs to be set free or that heart of yours stands a chance of bursting and all that love would have been for nothing. But if you do find yourself stuck on stupid, remember there is always a way out. No one really understands how anyone could get themselves into anything that painful but it happens because we are all human and we all make mistakes but keep in mind, there is always a way out. No matter how small it may see. There is a way out and you will find it sooner or later. But do not waste your tears or time on someone who would not do the same for you. Find someone who truly cares, someone who really sees you for you and no one else. And someone who is so in love with you that just your voice is enough... I guess that being superficial will always be part of our nature but imagine what a loving world we would live in if just once we looked deeper than the surface. If we looked into the souls, the very depths of people to find a more than special person. Because we know that there is always more to anyone than what the eye sees. We can never know what or how the other person feels deep inside if we do not bother to look into that special place. I know, I am getting soft and fuzzy on the inside but for the first time I see that beauty is only skin deep. It reminds me about that ad about the girl looking for a rich guy. They guy actually tell her that he has what she is looking for but goes through this explanation about how her looks will fade and his money will grow and all. Basically, looks do fade. Her boobs will sag, her body will go south and you can bet that those curves will go south my friend. You will start looking at her in the morning and think to yourself what happened to that bombshell I met back in 1935. Well maybe not 35 but you know what I am getting at with this. But she will never change on the inside. She will be constant. Her personality, her laugh, her smile and most of all, the spark in her eyes when she looks at you first thing in the morning. Those eyes will never lie, deceive you. They will always reflect the love she feels for you no matter what. They will show her pain, love, joy and it will show when she doesn't believe that you were at the football till 5 in the morning. Her laughter will still give you goose bumps and her touch will remain as gentle as the first day you laid eyes on her. That is the reality of it all and there is no other truth to it. You all know what I am saying because you go through it in life, have seen your parents go through it.... you know because you sometimes go through the same things and you know because you looking at your girlfriend or wife in that exact same way. Don't go down that road. Be unique, be true to beauty and look deeper.

 

 

 

 


It's christmas time & it's not about me

Posted by: Girl4Pmb in Untagged  on

Girl4Pmb
It's Christmas time. We can tell because of the increased traffic, the slammed malls (even in this time of economic turmoil), the Christmas lights adorning neighbourhoods, even the occasional church sign that mentions Advent. We know its Christmas because every jewelry store, toy store and car dealership are working overtime and drying up their marketing budgets with advertisements. Yes, it's the special time of year that can be so intoxicating that it makes you forget, quite often really, what Christmas is all about. Heck, it even makes you forget how much money is the bank or frankly, how much money you make, thus causing you to spend exceedingly and abundantly more than you need. I was at the mall this afternoon and I was looking at purses, as I so love to do. I enjoy looking at the pretty and expensive ones though I never buy them. You know, bills or a purse...hmmm. Anyway, there was this woman there with her significant other, not sure if they were married or not, and they had to be in their early 40s. This woman grabbed an amazingly pretty Coach purse up off the table, galloped over to her man and started saying, rather loudly I might add, "Oh honey, I've just got to have this. Isn't it perfect. Look, it even makes my face look thinner. I must have this. Can I have this?" To this of course, her man looks at her and says, "you cannot be serious. $400 for a purse? Sorry, but no, we can't afford it." To this she replied, "Fine." Then she throws it on the table and tells him if he stopped loving her, he should have just told her instead of making a big scene of it in public. No...I'm not kidding. That really did happen. I don't want you to be judgmental of the woman though. I have no idea the dynamics of their relationship, nor the whole story. What I do know, is that people of all ages, suffer from MEism. We think things are all about me. My children have to live their lives the way I want them to or I won't love them as much. My spouse has to act ideally as I'd like or I'll leave them because I just can't be miserable. I must have that purse even though I can't pay my bills. What about me? Why didn't you buy me anything? Why don't you love me? Why didn't I get what I asked for under the tree? Catch my drift? It's like that in so many ways for all of us. We can think of people who can only see what's right in front of their face, rather than the bigger picture. There are people who physically cannot be happy for someone unless that person does everything exactly as they'd like them to. People will advance themselves in their career's no matter the cost: to family, friends, co-workers...even to self. (just like me) People do mission work, but they don't do it for the people they help, they do it or give money to charity so that they can be photographed handing over a big check or painting a building. How many celebrity photos do we see of them spending time with the poor in other countries? I've seen a lot...but how much of their money goes to those same children? People around the world are hungry tonight, cold tonight, homeless and alone and yet...our malls are packed, our credit cards maxed out, our houses double and triple mortgaged, our cars one missed payment away from repo and we still think we NEED that new Coach purse. We don't even give to God, tithing or otherwise, like we used to. Our tithes are down, are savings accounts empty, our churches closing and what do we have to show for? Hungry, poor, homeless, lonely, sick...I could keep going. We have become so intent on completely destroying ourselves, our families, our friendships, our lives, just so that we can satisfy that ME craving.

A White Christmas

Posted by: ern18 in Untagged  on

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Perhaps it will be a white one. Perhaps not. But it will certainly be a cold one. My first Christmas in the Northern Hemisphere. My first Christmas spent away from my family. Both are momentous. I've quite enjoyed the Christmas vibe - the lights, the markets, seeing things like roasted chestnuts I've only ever read about in books and seen in movies. It is exactly how it is. more in link below

STAND UP?

Posted by: Gerrry in Untagged  on

Gerrry
 

My ramblings continue...

Stand up comedy has a massive following, and justifiably so. It is fun, it is accessible, it is immediate. Everyone loves to laugh, and needs to! It takes a special kind of person to stand up in front of an audience (for the first time) and attempt to make them laugh. I say attempt because I'm pretty sure most wannabe comedians are terrified before and during their first attempts. And are probably not that successful until they have overcome their terror and have polished their acts.

You've got to be really intelligent and sharp to be good at this. But most importantly you need to be a fractured spirit - this enables you to make stunning and highly amusing word associations, and in this way to see things others don't see until you point them out...

Over the years many people have told me (and others) that I ought to go in for stand up comedy, that I was a natural at this, blah blah blah - but I was never interested.

You see, I do not want to be famous and rich. It would be disastrous for me - I am already arrogant and conceited, without having accomplished anything. Fame and oodles of money would make me so unbearably obnoxious that I would probably end up in the gutter, alone, penniless, drunk, and spewing out highly creative, choice epithets for all the people who ruined my life by encouraging me to stand and deliver my best shot at humour.

So bugger Richard Prior, Seinfeld, Eddie Murphy and all the rest of them. I do not wish to be like them.

Stand up comedy is not for me.

There is something infinitely more interesting: Lie Down Comedy.

What is this, you ask? I will tell you what it is not, then I will tell you what it is.

It is not a career option

It will not make me rich and famous

I will not make a dime from it

But...

It means to focus one's sparkling wit on a woman who is considered to be unattainable, who is very attractive, who would not give me, for instance, (or you too, buddy, you smirking bastard) a second glance at the mall. And I would make her laugh so much, laugh so much, laugh so much, that she would just want to lie down - with me.

That, dear reader, is Lie Down Comedy. It is my creation.

I assert my full intellectual rights to this concept. So anyone, and especially you who are, or would be, stand up comedians, if you should dare to use the expression Lie Down Comedy (or its concept) for any purpose or in any medium whatsoever without my express written permission (which I will never give you), I assure you that my lawyers - and yours - will make a hell of a lot of money out of it.

I no longer have a vindictive bone in my body. The one Zim dollar I will get after my lawyers have deducted their costs (real and imagined) will be donated to a charity of your choice.


RAMBLE ON

Posted by: Gerrry in Untagged  on

Gerrry
 

I'm going to play around a bit with freeflow ideas - not yours; mine. I'm going to let my mind roam and see what comes out. Spelling is all I will edit when I am done with writing this first draft. I will ignore grammatical errors, and if I defy logic, why the hell not?. If you don't like what I am doing in this blog, then please feel free to read on.

Bruin-ou.com is a veritable cyber menagerie. All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small inhabit its forums; scratch about its subject headings; pounce on the unwary gazelle who nibble peacefully; attack the defenceless like a pack of hyenas; gore each other as they seek supremacy of the herd; dump their faeces on thread after thread while trumpeting their rage. Others, more self-absorbed and insecure - and in a desperate mating ritual perhaps - flaunt magnificent plumage that changes by the hour. Still others, fiercely territorial and proprietory, patrol the perimeter of each thread - and much like lions and lionesses they slap or cuff errant cubs who cross the borders of decency: loner hyenas laughing mockingly and insanely into the night, wild dogs howling at the moon, jackals and jackasses, and tomcats acting like bitches.

And yet, life is not all about bruin-ou.com.

It is the festive season and stupidity is like a roaring lion, seeking whom it may devour. Consider Christmas Eve. Go to Midnight service in your expensive new clothes. Sing lustily while picturing the case of scotch waiting at home. Wish your church brothers and sisters a blessed Christmas and when all the formalities have been satisfied, it is time to drink! Accompanied by half a dozen chosen friends and a couple of opportunists, head for home and the ornate bar. Forget about wisdom painstakingly acquired, the right or wrong of everything that has passed up to this point.

Stupidity will raise its ugly head.

It is Chrismas day so sartorial splendour must be maintained throughout! And later, much much later, it is 8 a.m. and everyone is pissed out of their minds. Periodically throughout the night, other friends and some strangers have been lurching into the house, having a few snorts, then staggering out again to the next freebie.  And all the while the expensive suit, the new expensive shirt and shoes are exposed to whatever might happen.

By the time everyone has passed out, six guys have cigarette burn holes in their new trousers and/or jackets, others have vomited on their new ties and new shirts and new shoes and onto the expensive new lounge suite, and on the carpet - and sprayed the walls of the passage during a losing battle to reach the toilet in time.

Now as I look around at the fallen soldiers, lost in battle against the bottle, I realise just how well I know them. There's Joey in the corner near the TV, sprawled much like a puppet flung carelessly across the room. At 4 o'clock he called his boss to wish him a Merry Christmas. The boss was asleep at the time.

Next to Joey lies Harold (he of the "never, ever call me Harry, my name is Harold!"). Do you know him too? In the age of the cellphone, he is seriously the Great Communicator - so much so that he called the same person three times during the night (and disturbed her three times), to wish her a Merry Christmas.

I could go on, but should I? hell no!

 

Questions:

#1: If you know you are going to do some serious drinking, then why not:

Change into a pair of old overalls and flip flops before you have that first drink?

Do your drinking in the back yard?

 

#2:  Why drink at all on Christmas Day, the day we celebrate  the birthday - and more importantly, the birth of Jesus?

 

 

 


The Beatles and Elvis

Posted by: Girl4Pmb in Untagged  on

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Do you ever have one of those nights where you wake up and have to pee? Then, stumbling to the bathroom you realise the true reason you’re awake is because you have a stomach ache, but you can’t tell if the discomfort is last night’s Chang's Funky Chinese Chicken talking, or a feminine issue that might need your attention? And are you thirsty because you didn’t have enough water with the plum wine at Chang’s, but you don’t wanna drink anything because it’ll just make you have to pee again in the middle of the night?

And, does all of this is happen to the tune of “I Hope You Dance” playing softly in the back of your mind? Then do you try to go back to bed, tossing and thinking of Elvis - how strange his name was - and if his parents were inspired by Elvin or Elvira or Louis or what? And then do you think about how cutting edge he was, even though his name was so strange? And then do you think about other cutting edge musicians, like The Beatles? And then do you think about how truly creative their music style was? And why they are probably the most popular rock band of all time? And then their hair? Oh the hair - all the while replaying “I Hope You Dance” in the far recesses of your mind?

And then, after unsuccessfully trying to fall back asleep, do you finally realise that it’s not the Chicken, and a few Advil would rescue you, so you get up, grab a few pills, a half glass of water, and your laptop - hoping the pain will quickly go away and you’ll finally get some sleep?

And, just when you think that you’re ready to go back to bed, you get another feeling in your stomach, and you know without a shadow of a doubt that the “I Hope You Dance” music has probably wakened the Chicken who is not too happy to be stirred at this ungodly hour of the morning?

Do you ever have one of those nights? Maybe the chicken is speaking to me? Maybe i should reconcider vegetarianism. Maybe Gnarlrus a.k.a Winnifred can offer some advice :p


LOVE AND POWER

Posted by: Gerrry in Untagged  on

Gerrry
 

In my opinion there is no such thing as ‘both partners in a love relationship loving each other equally', nor is there equality in any relationship [including friendship]. For decades now I 've been interested in the power dynamic within love relationships and I observed, listened, read, and thought deeply about this to gain some sort of understanding about what really goes on within relationships.

One partner will always hold more power than the other.

The clearest examples of this lack of equality is found in the sub-culture of BDSM, which covers all of Bondage, Discipline, Domination and Submission, and Sado-Masochism. I carried out a comprehesive two-year study of this world by interacting with many of its practioners on websites devoted to BDSM. I read whatever I could find on the subject, including a brilliant and brilliantly titled book  Fuck the roses, give me the thorns. Once I had learnt about the dynamic between Dominance and Submission, I entered into their world in a cyber yet no less meaningful way - I took a slave! Then another. For me it was often role-playing and it was exciting, but it did not fulfill me as I am not, I believe, dysfunctional enough to take it into real life.

Now slavery in this context is consensual, with a contract between Master and slave, and involves the ‘sacred' handing over of power by the submissive (referred to as a subby) to the Dominant (called a Dom). The Master has absolute control over his slave and in real life situations where they share accommodation, the slave, for instance, cannot enter a room where her Master is unless she kneels at the doorway and waits for permission to enter. Usually they have separate bedrooms, but I will not go into more detail about what rituals, practices, and protocols have to be observed when they interact sexually or during disciplinary acts. I will stress that I was never interested in acquiring a real-life slave, although I could have gone to the US and married either of my female slaves.

Dysfunction is obvious in this extreme example of Master/slave. Both, I would suggest, have serious low self-esteem. The dominant partner needs to be validated by having total control over at least one other human being, while the submissive seems to have such low self-esteem that he/she cannot begin to aspire to be treated as an equal - it is a deeply ingrained sense of worthlessness. Validation comes from seeing to all the needs of the Master/Dom/Mistress/Dominatrix, and in having the security and love found in such a relationship. This sense of worthlessness is seen clearly in situations where the CEO of a company, for instance, will go to a Dominatrix for discipline and sexual activities.

It must be pointed out that both partners need  this kind of relationship and are fulfilled by it.

But it is the ‘ordinary' love relationship that fascinates me. Since (I believe) no two lovers can love each other with equal intensity, this inequality of affection influences the power dynamic, but is not solely responsible for its development and eventual permanent status. In a nutshell, once you love someone more than you are loved by him/her, you are extremely vulnerable and  are well-placed to be dominated.

And the domination, the shift in power, is often a process, is innocuous and becomes potentially destructive to the relationship. For example, a young husband can be manipulated by his bride by a simple "Do X or don't do Y, and you'll be so glad you did!" The promise of something good (and the good graces of the loved one) is very enticing and before he knows it, the poor guy is not watching the rugby final but taking his wife to visit her aged aunt at an old age home instead! This too, is an extreme example but it emphasises how serious this is. Another device is the Dog Box. Now, a  guy who loves his wife/girlfriend less than she loves him, will not be too badly affected by threats of being consigned to the dog box, nor of being in the dog box. He would not care enough. But if he loves her far more than she loves him, he is in serious trouble where power is concerned!

It is nice to be nice, and many people who end up being subservient and submissive in a relationship are to blame for their own sorry state of affairs. A husband who is too much of a ‘nice guy' [ and is not naturally submissive] is a prime candidate for a servile, subservient, submissive, (and thus) miserable life.

I've just scratched the surface here but think about what I have written - not many people think about this; no one is formally taught about love relationships and their minefields. 


Dear Pietermaritzburg, my ex-town

Posted by: Girl4Pmb in Untagged  on

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Dear Pietermaritzburg my ex-town,

I guess these are the thoughts of an infinite number of people after a break up, a million or more unsent letters, a rehashing of the ins and out of our relationship. I bet you never expected a letter like this from me, but I hope it finds you well.

We started off great, didn't we? Born in Eastwood and an early move to the 'burbs of Scottsville. We even stuck it out during my 4 years at varsity. I almost left you then.But, I decided to wait it out. You are home to my church, my school, and my family. You were my world. Where did we go our separate ways?

Our relationship became very one sided. You gave me lots and I took with no plans of repayment. I'm sorry for all the needs I couldn't meet: your homeless, drug addicts, abused children, and the lonely and aching. For sure I saw them. Oh, I was well aware of all your weaknesses. If I really loved you I could have done something... I could have prayed. But days became weeks became months, and I focused on myself. The circles of people I prayed for became smaller and smaller until there was just me.

I really treated you poorly. Did you ever suspect that I attended  church nearly every week and never invited you as my "plus one?" I knew some really great, life changing news that I rarely shared with your people. I knew about a Saviour, but I lived like I was oblivious. Confessions paint us in an ugly light, huh?

Now I sit on the other side of the world, in the US. Today i spoke with a missionary from Haiti who told me how her countrymen are on their faces crying, screaming out to God for their country... and in me it confirms that I let you down. They are winning battles against principalities and powers.

They are covenanting to pray for their leaders and to uphold them in prayer. But me? By the end of our relationship I could barely remember to pray for myself, much less your spiritual strongholds or your legislators.

I can't say right now if we'll ever get back together. Either way I wish you all the best and now I pray for you often. I pray that Christ's bride will remember you often. I pray that warriors will spring up, even in unexpected places. I hope all the failed relationships with Christians over the years haven't left you too scarred. I want you to be happy and free. Don't lose hope. Things can change for you. Things will change when someone finally honours you with passionate prayer and really cries out on your behalf. You deserve that.

 You will always be home to me. 

With Love,

 Belle


Your words is written all over my body…

Posted by: Gatsby in Untagged  on

Gatsby
 

My frame your canvass, a space created for your words to live in...

 

 

Your " I...love..you...", stammering out, found a place on my wrist, close to my pulse

"I think you might be the one..." quizzically it reads, a question mark on my forehead

"You're the best thing that has happened to me this year..." written on the palm of my hand, kriss crossing my lifelines

"You funny, you know..." a reminder for keeps, sprawled across my belly button, in case I forget how to spell fun

"You make me wanna do more, be more, kiss better..." a refrain that swims across my outstretched arms

"When are you gonna give my heart back..." reflects its Graffiti in my glazed over eyes

"You crazy..." your intonation a contradiction to the statement, each letter cushioned on my carefree smile

"I'm sorry...x1000..." bruised its way across my legs, as I walked out of the door

"Let's stay friends..." a threat too big, silently stored away on deafening ears

"There's always next time..." the irony heartbreaking as I exhale these last words spoken, setting them free in my last breath.


THE UNIVERSE

Posted by: Lushia in Untagged  on

Lushia
At this point in my life, I don't see how anything could get any better. THIS is as good as it gets!!26 and a half years on the third rock from the sun!! Whew! Seems a long time. I've been through so much in that 26 years, more hardships, heartache and sorrow than anything else. But yet, look at me today. I'm not a rich man's daughter, I don't make alot of money and still I have everything I need. Yes, I'll always want more, we are after all human right? I'm proud to have come out of a divorce with my head help high and feet standing firmly on the ground. Everything I own, I bought, who I am today is purely due to everything I've been through these past 26 years.I love myself and wouldn't change who I am for anyone. I'm well liked by many and get along with just about everybody. I truly believe that the universe has everything to do with that. AAAhhhh "THE UNIVERSE" a new discovery for me.After being a Christian and going to church once a month, to becoming born again, to marrying a Muslim man, to denouncing all religions on earth. Yip, I do not believe in a religion or what I would call a cult...Purely because I have seen what the universe can do for me...Now before you judge me...Lemme ask you a question real quick..Why would GOD, ALLAH, The ALMIGHTY...call him what you will...But why would he say that he is the one and only GOD and then dish out 100's of different prophets who all want us to follow their way of life and that "their" way will get us to heaven....Is there a heaven....or a Hell?  Are we perhaps all just not recycled souls reborn into this universe? Think about that for a second will ya!Now my boyfriend and I both agree on this, we're both believers in the power of this magnificent universe. In the last year that we've been together, so much has changed, so much has come right, so many doors of opportunity has opened for both of us....We both thank the universe and each other everyday for what we have and what is still to come. He sometimes says that God has a sick sense of humour, and yes, I believe that too...if there is one.Is there anyone out there that feels the same way? Have you sacrificed a lot, prayed, went to church, waited, waited, prayed, prayed...and nothing? You do everything right and then nothing materialises or you get screwed over somehow and find yourself asking...WHY GOD? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME??No answer...no sign...niksI'd like to know how you feel about what I've just said...I'm open minded and will not be offended by any comments made. I am just curious to actually find out exactly how many of you are strong believers in your churches or mosques, how many of you call yourself Christians or Muslims, but cant remember when last you sat in church or mosque...

 


Bits & Bytes

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butt0Ns
my interlectuallity does not exceed my abnormality but i proceed as forthcomingly as the Grand Puba, with his blaster, just a little faster, more class than a basterd; picture this, solitary confinement for the rest of your life being threatend by the government, never spent a cent and now they say your bent......(my bit).Mark Davies i'm an evolutionist, for justice, people try to front and call me prejudice i know they know the truth cos i'm a battelist a great warrior, systematic radical who put his hand in the candy dish to pul a mint government,taste the key to sin i heard you were a prankster , ultimate gangster, day time shooter, night time shankster, a phone tapper, or just a little dapper, cos you think, Michael is blacker than his pink, decending from pheros who travelled the narrows, and all of that as such, meet me at the crossroads pip-strut........(a byte) Proffesor Griff

New Years Resolutions for www.Bruin-Ou.com

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JuimesBruin

 

 

  1. I resolve not to have multiple profiles. I shall be one with my multiple personalities.
  2. I resolve not to create a fake profile called SluttySlut-HateYou13itch and post naked pics of my ex girlfriend on there.
  3. I resolve to stick to the topic and not flame on the forums even if it means wrapping my keyboard cord around my you know what until I pass out so that I no longer can post. Almost means the post will be less hurtful after the hurt I'd be through.
  4. I resolve not to mention Oom Toks in the chatroom, but rather swear at him under my breath and kick his cat when he's not looking.
  5. I resolve to remove my naked pics on the chat PM's before I PM someone else of the same sex.
  6. I resolve not to use acronyms longer than 4 letters. LMBID4U
  7. I resolve to assume full responsibility for my actions, unless they are somebody else's fault.
  8. I resolve that I will no longer sit up all night in front of the TV, whilst chatting and posting on Bruin-Ou. So I am selling my TV.
  9. I resolve to save on internet costs and buy food for the hungry and needy, namely myself.
  10. I resolve not to force myself into people's pictures at bruin-ou.com functions.

JB

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Is planning New Years Revolutions for 2009.


Payday - Friday Specials

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blackbutterfly222
A email I received last week - Rings so true!!! Is mos weer Friday neh.....en daar was mos baie pay days prior to vandag neh....dies van die banke het ge-pay last week dies van the 25th het ge-pay die week en plus is month end......en is mos ook summer neh. En die bietjie pay maak Gam se kind weer deur mekaar neh. Die meddies vat somma biscuits by die werk wat iemand weer verkoop neh...en hulle gaan weer huis toe met klomp pakkies klere....usually vang hulle die taxi....maar vandag word die outie gebel om haar te kom optel by die werk. En die tjeld is mos volop neh......die klein kinners speel weer met fifty rand notes .....en is net air time ge-koopery neh....almal word weer ge-phone nikse van please call me's .......en vanaand is dit net take aways wat spat neh.....en skielik drink niemand java nie....net lang 2lt cokes,fanta en juice wat soos water spat.......en die outie kry skielik Jack en Johnny black of Johnny Blue....en ? volle twenty gwais.....nix loose draws nie.....en die meddies het somma hulle eie twenty Courtleighs en nix se ge- skyf word gevra nie....is net van nee light vir jou een....... daar is weer baie chommas wat kom visit neh.....en almal gaan weer goor aan. En by die garage.....almal gooi weer R100 en more se petrol nix van R20 nie......en tommorow morning niemand eet weetbix en mielie meel pap nie....is net bacon en egg en lang chopze wat braai....en plus breakfast het somma ? menu.....daar word ge-pick en choose.....bacon en egg met toast......of chopze met eiers en tamatie gravy en rolls (fok die bruin brood) of is net t-bone steakze......en die klein kinners skrik wakker met pizza's in die hande. En almal gaan weer Mall toe....om accounts te betaal....daai word weer nog ? excurzion.....skaars reg geland by die Mall en almal is skielik weer honger neh.....die klein kinners kry somma toys.....en die groot kinners word weer ingedruk met nogair time vir MXIT..... daar word somma weer nuwe accounts oop gemaak...die groot kinners kry weer Carvellas en Lacoste...en die anner accounts word somma ge-skip coz die outie moet nou all of a sudden twee Paul& Shark skiepers kry.......en hy gaan trek dit somma aan in die toilets van die Mall.....en is weer in by die restaurant en movies neh (fok daai pirate dvd's) Die meddies slat somma manicure en pedicures.....die hare word weer ge-sjooshhh en gewas en ge-blow.....daai split ends wat die gel en haarlemmensies gemaak het word weer ge-knip...nuwe outfits word ge-shopping.....en daai tight top is a must have.... maak nie saak of daai fat rolls soos bicycle tyre choops om die hips sit nie....daai tight top gaan sy slat......en sy gaan daai figure van haar in a tight jeans gooi......al breek sy daai jeans met daai mud guts.....sy gaan hom shopping..... Wag laat ek java gaan slat.....ek is nou terug.......

Memorable Night in Rodanthe

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Girl4Pmb
I had an epiphany of sorts last night.

I just watched "Nights in Rodanthe". It was one movie that I had been looking out for over the last few weeks. It did not fail my expectations. Usually, I find the Nicholas Sparks stories to be a bit too sappy for my taste but this one certainly did not disappoint. By the end of two hours I was all weepy but for some reason my heart was full.

And after watching it, it hit me.

Adrienne Willis (Oscar nominee Diane Lane) retreats to a beautiful inn owned by a friend in the outer banks of North Carolina. Here she hopes to find the tranquility she so desperately needs to rethink the conflicts surrounding her -- a wayward husband who has asked to come home, and a teenage daughter who resents her every decision. A few hours later, the inn's only guest for the week-end, Dr. Paul Flanner (Richard Gere) arrives to stay for three nights. He too, has come, not to vacation, but to battle a crisis of conscience and deal with some ghosts from his past. In a sense both of them are grieving and in that stormy week-end in Rodanthe, they find the redemption that has long eluded them.

You can view "Nights In Rodanthe" on many levels. There is the drop-dead gorgeous Richard Gere who looks way better than he did during his "Pretty Woman Days'. There is Diane Lane, whose journey and raw emotions as the mid-life-ing Adrienne, will resonate in many women's hearts. And there is the spectacular, breathtaking scenery of Rodanthe, North Carolina which will now be on my list of places to see before I turn 40. A beautiful story on the power of love, loss, grief and redemption -- it is "old love" that is played out beautifully on the screen.

It also the story of finding oneself, of letting go and of forgiving and moving on. And it is in this theme that the bells went ringing in my head.

Why do friendships and relationships end? Some for good, some temporarily. Why do people go?

Over the last couple of years I've had to grieve and mourn the loss of a few friendships. I now understand that perhaps that person's role in my life simply had to come an end. We were there for each other for a specific reason and maybe, just maybe we had already learned the lessons we were meant to teach each other. Some friends just disappear like thieves in the night, without warning, they come and under the cover of darkness, simply leave with no trace, and for months you are left hanging, wondering what in heaven's name happened.

Leave no room for regret and simply move on. After much tossing and turning, I now have made my peace and bid those who have left and wish them all the best. Ditch the melodrama and in time whatever hurtful words that were exchanged will come to pass. We live different lives now, we have disparate values and personalities. Maybe we just all grew up in different directions -- living the life we were meant to live. When God closes the door on a friendship that you thought was meant to be forever, He doesn't want you to keep your eyes peeled on the doorway. He has his reasons for sometimes even nailing the door shut because He knows what will be good for you. So stop fighting it. Instead, He wants you to be sensitive to the tapping on the window so that you can allow other people to come in. Such are the seasons of life, I suppose - people come and people go. Much like the ebb and tide of the ocean by Rodanthe. Watch it and find your own "aha" moment.

Ever wet your pants?

Posted by: Girl4Pmb in Untagged  on

Girl4Pmb

 Here is an email gem sent to me by my brother...

Come with me to a third grade classroom.....

There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a
puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks
his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how
this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that
when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.

The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.'

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in er eyes that says he has been discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is
carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in
front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the
boy's lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself,
'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!'

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the
boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and
gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other
children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk.
The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule
that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done
enough, you klutz!'

Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus,
the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, 'You did that on purpose,
didn't you?' Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once too.'

May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good..

Remember.....Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any
more than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Each and everyone one of us is going through tough times right now,
but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can.
Keep the faith.


Conversations with Abused women...

Posted by: Gatsby in Untagged  on

Gatsby
 

I hate the word Abuse. It's such a polite word, a superficial word that allows civilized people to chitter chatter about it in conversation. A word that has been dressed up, it`s sting removed in order for us to shy away from the harsh reality of what the word really implies. It's almost like a comfy blanket for society's conscience. Even the sound of it is subtle, controlled, poised, almost a hush that can rock a baby to sleep. Its too soft on the lips, to easily pronounced, it evokes no emotion, it allows the speaker to distance themselves from the meaning.It is everything the real action of the word implies, contradicts.

If you have ever been "abused", or seen witnessed someone being "abused", and here I mean both physically and emotionally, you know that "abuse" is way too small a word to capture that brutality. When you see your mother being slapped, when you witness the blows, see the bruises, when you have to wipe her blood from the walls, you absolutely know that there is no way it could be a case of "abuse". When you hear and witness the atrocities of human degrading, the depths of complete humiliation and utter disregard for that person, you know you are dealing with something so terrible, that it could never be called "abuse".

If I was to attempt a word describing the pain of being brutalised, de-humanised, I would like to venture a word that is hard on the palette, a word that sufficiently hurts the speaker using it, a word you too ashamed to say, a word that is "grof" and reeks of evil. A word that could to a certain degree capture that visual image of a car battery being dropped on your mother`s head, leaving her head almost twice its normal size, where you cant see where her eyes is, because her head is so swollen it seems humanly impossible for any head to be that big, for skin to expand that wide. What kinda word could best describe that, I'm guessing abuse does not conjure up that kind of mental picture, would not make for acceptable cocktail rapport.

The closest I can get to a word that evokes such fierce fury, shame, hatred, injustice and sometimes rage is the word "kaffir". I'm using this example simply because I have personally felt the rage at the use of the word, and secondly I have studied people's reaction to the word. It is a word left unsaid, a word better left forgotten, a word so painful that when it enters your space it has the ability to strike you in your face, so hard that you feel the effects a long time afterwards, reeling from its power. It's a word no longer used, or rather not used that much in public arena, who knows what people do behind closed doors. A word that the oppressor used so cleverly during apartheid, so potent was it that you could taste the poison of its hate, knowing full well you are the object of this consuming hate, shamefully accepting that status, unable to shun the vulgarity of the situation much less understand why you should be carrying this curse. It was a word so loaded, that its effectiveness has never seized, even in post apartheid. Or course now the use of the word is taboo, but once in a while you still feel the ripple's from the drop, splintering your safe world apart. Now that's a word that captures the supreme hate of a petty mind, a word that adequately screams racist,intolerance, prejudice and all the other more polite words used to describe evil, cause ultimately it all comes down to evil, doesn't it?

I would very much appreciate the makers-of-words-factory to go back to the drawing board and come up with a better word then simply "abuse". If they are lacking in experience of actual "abuse", they can call the domestic violence hotline, there should be thousands of women readily available to describe the sound of a fist hitting your jaw, leaving you toothless and of course dislocating your jaw, or perhaps the sound of a size 12 boot finding its spot on your face, doing a jive on it just for the hell of it. That should be good material to work with, and maybe just maybe, they will find a word that leaves a bad taste in your mouth after it's said, or heard. A word that does not allow us to continue polite conversation after its dropped, a word that reminds us that every single day thousands of women and children will live this word, and that its not okay. It's never okay.


Hoe lewe ons effect en die lesse wat geleer word.

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Markie4u

Hoe lewe ons effect en die lesse wat geleer word.

Ek was by my broer die weekend in Eldo,s want ek het hom n tydjie nie gesien, die goe dwat hy aan vang knowing hoe was ons groot gemaak en die way hy my se hy moet n living kyk, ek verstaan daai maar jy verkoop nie jou values and principles in die process nie, Ek meen my ouers het ons reg groot gemaak en hulle values en believes in ons install, nou hoe verloor jy daai in n instance net om geld te maak.

 Hy se my wat doen hy Ek sal dit nou nie mention nie maar is diep, Jy dra deel tot die community se decay en dan is jy proud op dit nadat jy weet hoe jou pa jou gese het watse curse daai goed dra op n daily bases. Ek is nie judge mental nie but het gedink aan die en waar ek myself vind en hoe ek gewerk het om te wees waar ek is.

Dit is really questionable hoe ons mense hulle self bou op iemand anders se pain en geen remorse voel vir hulle action. Ons het so baie oppertunities nou maar is nie bereid om te werk vir dit en yet is die reward so groot once jy dit achieve het, Ons spoil ons laaitjies teveel en maak nie hulle moet werk vir niks die wat hulle alles expect sonder enige effort van hulle kant af, Ek is in die IT industry en leer baie grades, ek moet julle se die Coloured laaitjies wat ons nou produce het niks drive nie. Hulle expect alles moet gegee word start n job en expect om die manager te wees, Heer julle moet sien wat doen hulle by die span is skudelik seriously, Slaan Lyne in die parking niks interest in hulle careers nie, Is amazing daai drive om te succeed daar is niks van daai, is net die shinery wat tell, Ons moet really ons approach change hoe ons, kinders groot maak.

 Our parents raised us to be proud of who we are where we come from, what our culture is, why are we pushing it away.

 Nogge ding ons is so called coloureds hoekom distance ons ons van die afrikaanse taal, all ons kinders praat engles lyk is sulke groot taboo om afrikaans te praat. Daai taal is dan deel van ons heritage nou gou ons dit net weg, wat ek meen is wie gaan die taal lewendag hou as ons kinders dit nie eens practise by die huis of skool, en ons coloured people se flavour is tops die humour, hoe jy jouself express is amazing.

 I am truely proud to be n Bruin-ou who knows where he is what he wants where he is going to. If only we could realize our potential as coloured people we would rule the wolrd

 

Markie

 

 


fufSt I like part 27 Dada more

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The South African

Where am I? Was I dreaming? I feel really weird. Dizzy. You are among friends. Everything is alright. Let's get you home. So I go with them, but I don't feel right. They take me to this place, where they live. There's a dog there, but I don't see too much of him. They say maybe I 've been damaged by something. They are some kind of society. I am not sure. So, anyway, I stay in this place and there is this kind of horror of being trapped in a metal body. I feel trapped, like I am suffocating. It seems to be dark a lot and people come and go. They all seem to be pretty worried about me. I am not sure what to do, so I just read books and try to connect with all this stuff they keep telling me. It was all weird names and shit. I can't remember  any of that stuff. And then there's one time, I go looking for the others. Its kind of weird and dark. T.V screens flickering, machines lighting up. I can't find anyone. But there was a noise, the sound you would hear at night in lonely places. I feel this terrible fear, like I have stumbled into the worst thing in the world, the thing no one's supposed to know, you know what I mean? This sounds pretty stupid, I know. Its your dream, how long has this been recurring? I guess on and off, since my incident. You have to understand, this idea of being trapped is not uncommon. Think about it, before your incident, you were in control of your life, you had self direction and purpose. The incident changed all that. Now you feel helpless, at the mercy of unkown forces, so your unconscious reacts by constructing grandiose conspiracies by making yourself the sole victim of these plots, you restore your own self importance in a distorted fashion. The fact is you are very lucky. I don't feel lucky! What disturbs me most is the way you appear to yourself as some kind of robot in these dreams. We find this kind of thing in schizophrenics, a disassociation from the body, a sense of being abstracted from the day to day physical world. The body becomes remote, disconnected. So what are you saying? I am going crazy? That kind of thinking won't help you, believe me. I will see you next time. Look after yourself. He always says the same thing, what he means is look after your wallet. All he ever does is talk shit. Maybe I am not the robot and everyone else is. You are just like a cheap special effect in a low budget movie. Why don't you shut up? I have had enough of your sepulchral voice. Every one's sick of you! I refuse to listen to this shit for one second longer.

Auto-erotic fatalities are really sad. Hey?

I keep thinking about that old story about the king who dreams he is a butterfly and then he wakes up and he does not know if he is a king waking from a dream of being a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming he is a king. I keep wondering, am I the king? or the butterfly? or am I the dream?

The coriolis force causes water from the Northern hemisphere to drain in a clockwise direction.

We are all trapped. We are 'forced' to earn an income each month to pay all the bills. Because we traded our freedom for 'possessions', we ourselves, become the possessed.

Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form. (Karl Marx)

Bona la,omi-palomi. Vada on La Rue


Where everyone knows your name

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Girl4Pmb

Do you remember the tune? It’s the catchy jingle from one of TV’s top shows of yester-year:

Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
And they’re always glad you came;
You want to be where you can see,
Our troubles are all the same;
You want to be where everybody knows your name. …


Sound familiar now? Of course. It’s the theme song to Cheers.  Mind if I ask you something? When was the last time you exhibited the sort of sensitivity or acceptance evident at Boston’s favourite bar? When’s the last time you noticed:

• The hollow, vacant eyes beneath the plastic smile.
• The mother who politely declines Sunday’s “let’s all go out for lunch after the service” invitation, citing a “prior engagement” that’s more fictional than her empty wallet is factual.
• Circle-the-wagon “huddle-ups” where everybody has a huddle. Except one.
• The child who slumps off to one side of the playground, head down, eyes averted. He’s the one standing alone after the team “chooses teams.”
• Elderly neighbours whose shuffling feet, failing hearing or fading eyesight are mistaken for ineptitude.
• The vociferous co-worker whose loquacious ways mask loneliness as deep as the Marianas Trench.
• The “got-it-all-together” pastor’s wife whose wayward child has chosen a bottle as his best friend – and she thinks she has to bear the burden alone.
• The shy, reticent mom who’s exiled to social Siberia while the “power members” of the group cluster in one corner and coordinate calendars and plans without her.
• The nervous, skittish neighbour whose interpersonal fences rival the Great Wall of China. Each board is carefully crafted to hide her husband’s closet porn addiction.
• The young adult sporting glasses, a “tin grin,” acne or no name labels instead of brand names – and the frostbitten scars of rejection.
• The “angry mom” whom everyone snubs, never guessing that her external explosions mask searing internal pain.

These are the isolated, the lonely, the rejected and the forgotten. Who knows their names? Where can they can go and see “our troubles are all the same?” Who is “always glad they came?”

ook around. Ours is a tear-stained world. Unfortunately, we Christians sometimes exude the warmth of a polar bear convention inside an igloo stuck in an iceberg. The sad fact is that needy, hurting folks are often more welcome at the local bar than at the local church.

So let’s think for a minute. How many of these “nameless” folks has God placed in your path today? How many of them do you work or socialise with? Do you think they’re there by accident? Sure, it’d be a lot easier to let someone else “know their name.” To turn away and pretend you don’t see. But God, who made these people, can’t. And those of us who claim to be His followers shouldn’t, either. So here’s an idea: how ‘bout another “tune”? The lyrics of the Lord Jesus Christ go like this:

… “Love the Lord your God with all your heart
and with all your soul and with all your mind.”
This is the first and greatest commandment.
And the second is like it: “Love your neighbour as yourself.”

– Matthew 22:37b-39 (NIV)
This is known as the “royal law,” because it’s the supreme law, the source of all other laws governing human relationships. The idea is total devotion, first to God and then to others.

Here’s the second verse:

A new command I give you: Love one another.
As I have loved you, so you must love one another.
By this all men will know that you are my disciples,
if you love one another.
– John 13:34, 25 (NIV)

You see, self-sacrificing, unconditional love over the long haul is the mark of our special bond in Christ. It’s created by the Lord Jesus’ love for us. And it’s meant to be shared. (Incidentally, loving fellow believers—and by extension, the world–with this kind of love is an imperative, not a suggestion.)

When we share Christ’s love with others, ask yourself this: what would our world look like if we loved each other with total devotion? Better yet, what if the place “where everybody knows your name” and “they’re always glad you came” wasn’t Cheers but rather, the Church.

How Obama won the election

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Girl4Pmb

Short answer: Massive media malpractice + voter ignorance = Obama win.

See for yourself: http://www.howobamagotelected.com/


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