Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Drum roll please! Ladies and gentlemen, bloggers and blog readers! Here I announce my favourite cat in the Hat book… I see you shiver with anticipation, but don’t worry because I can remove the cause, but not the symptom!
My favourite Cat in the Hat Book is… You! Yes you. This is because of the precious time you give to me. The seconds and minutes you put into reading my blogs. I appreciate every moment and every second even if you were just passing by and clicked on my link. You are my favourite Cat in the Hat book. Thank you Very much, and please come back to read again!
Public relations practitioners in organisations conduct media scanning to analyse the changes in the environment and how these changes may have an impact on the organisation itself and its PR. And communication programmes. They therefore conduct simple programmes and shy away from conducting programmes or campaigns that put the organisations reputation at risk. Proper planning of a simple straight forward campaign/ activity will definitely guarantee the organisation a good fall-back position.
People keep complaining because of their unemployment status, they then blame it on the government, and hate on the BEE beneficiaries. I say to them, do something about your unemployment status, and for the ill why don’t you take a stand about your health conditions and stop expecting people to feel pity for you. And to the homeless guys, try not being homeless for a change, go on an adventure, pick up metals and bottles and sell them to the scrapyards and recycling houses. How is that for a change?
Some of you may say; “you do not understand” and my response is; Yes, I do not understand because it is a choice!
Monday, October 24, 2011
I would like to declare that I myself am a victim to this war. You can only understand this when one of u rest friends gets to be married. From the second that ring enters the figure, everything changes. The “I” becomes a “we”, and before you know it, like X you are being solved out the equation. “we don’t like this anymore” ”we don’t think it’s a good idea to go there and there”, one you get to be hit by this wave, just know that the war is on.
After three bottles of wine at a dinner table in a restaurant in long street, when I realised that I had lost in the war. An engagement ring was unveiled to me and an announcement of a move hit my ears to finish the ruthless defeat. There was no chance in hell that I could attend a wedding in Namibia. That settled it, I had lost the war.
Just when I had accepted my defeat, I was introduced to somebody else. Yes, a hook-up, in all the wars of the single vs. the married I have never experienced this kind of defeat. I was completely speechless and solved.
Our appointment was set for exactly 14:30 in the dark hours of the morning. The invitation states that venue was settled to be at the chambers of death and sickness. And I was there on time. I must admit it, I was damn scared. I was 5 minutes and 28 seconds early to be exact, and it was one of the most fears and scariest moments in my life. Nobody wants to go through all that alone, so I had brought a friend along. He has received a post card from “him” before, but decided to ignore it instead, and now that I was given an invitation he jumped in to witness the kill and have a glimpse at how death looked like.
I opened the main door and a hot breeze hit us. I felt the drop of sweat slide down my spine as I looked into the chambers. It was a heated boiling dark tunnel with one bridge that we had to take to get to the other side. As we walked on the bridge to the other far end, the volcanic lava popped bubbles as if it were an egg being fried on the stove.
As we reached the other end, we were 3 minutes away from the appointment. “Open the door” my friend suggested as I stood there trying to put a two minute prayer for our survival. I then put my hand on the wooden door, and pushed it open… and there he was, the death himself. "Wake up, hay! are u ok?" my roommate woke me up.