Mine…

I thought I was going to do a nice little write-up for you about the “joys” of call centers and the vast amount I’ve had to deal with since Truffle left for a month long visit to the states yesterday, but something much more significant has just happened so I’ll have to save that for later or perhaps even another day…

Word of caution: I am extremely upset at the moment about what happened and if you don’t feel like another rant about crime and lawlessness then click away right now.

My baby brother has just been robbed at gun point by a bunch of good for nothing fucking low life thugs (I am only leaving in these few strong words…I actually have a few more choice ones that can be heard but not seen at this stage). I am FURIOUS at them, and every single one just like them, who are forcing us to live like prisoners in our own homes, scared of our own shadows. Those who are giving our beautiful country a universally kak name for being dangerous. And specifically for touching one my own family – beating him even though he was not resisting. Putting a gun to my brothers head and cocking it. You stupid ASS-HOLES! How dare you?! You are killing this country and choking the hope out of it as effectively as the useless politicians we have.

My brother and Dylan were are their diving school for a course when the robbers swooped in. They kicked everyone around a bit and made off with the safe, wallets and phones, leaving everyone tied up with phone cords and other electrical wires. Then…THEY CAME BACK for pin numbers and to beat them up a bit more. The cheek…how arrogant must you be to come back?! But why not? Even if you get caught you’ll be out within the week, and there is no place in prison for you anyway.

My brother says that Dylan is as good as a contortionist and he managed to get himself loose and untie them all (Incidentally, this was Dylan’s second armed robbery for the day). My brother came home to cancel all his cards and his lock his phone, and when the police arrived at the scene my dad took him back to go and give his statement.

I am so mad I am shaking from head to toe. Better that I didn’t see any of this. My flight or fight instinct is set to fight…always. Especially when it comes to my brother. If you think that this is not a country at war then perhaps you should look again at the definition of guerilla warfare? Wikipedia says that the difference between guerilla warfare and robbery is that robbery is always aimed at the loot…so tell me, when a person gets killed in a “robbery” and nothing gets taken is it for the loot, or for the terror?

Ever heard of “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you?”. I wonder if the stupid criminals ever stop to think what they will feed themselves and their families when they’ve murdered every last farmer and there is no more food being produced? Who will they rob when every last wallet has fled the borders for safety and a change at survival, safety and sanity?

Well, fuck you. I’m not leaving. This is my country too and you can pry my phone and credit cards from my cold lifeless fingers you dim-witted rat-bastards! I am not giving anyone anything. And if you attack me you better be more than two and hope I don’t have a pen or a set of car keys with me.

People, please get some self defense training if you have not already done so. This really is not a time to be ignorant.

This is the best day ever – my brother is still alive (he’s a bit like a cat isn’t he?). 😀

Poem day was yesterday, and I owe you one. Well, this is more of a non rhyming ramble…but I hope you enjoy it anyway. 😉

Just about now

Poem day today…Hope you like it. 😉

A very mushy post in honour of my two favourite kittens

Today was a very big day for two dear friends of mine. Lycan and Prr were finally reunited after months apart. It’s not my story to tell, but trust me when I say that these two share a love that is so pure and complete it makes you want to believe in Happy-Ever-After again. It has been an honour and privilege for me to get a sneak peek into their relationship, and to be able to spend so much time with the both of them during a very trying time for them. Please guys, take care of each other and what you have – it’s very special. Love you both – mwahhh! 😀

The news of their being together again has completely overshadowed any rants I had planned for today…I can always do that again tomorrow? 😉 Anyway, be prepared…I have in fact managed to secure a picture of MonoTone (in turquoise) and let me tell you this is no small feat. The woman scampers every time I even look like I’m opening my camera lens. I had to hide behind a filing cabinet to get the partial shot to show you – but more on that tomorrow.

Today is also poem day…and I have nothing suitable for the occasion! *note to self: fall madly in love and write some love poems dammit!* Instead of one of my own I thought you might enjoy this one by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. It’s very well known – but I still think it’s beautiful.

Back in the saddle

Poem day today. 😀 Unfortunately I have nothing new for you this week since I have been spending too much time being sick and feeling sorry for myself. I went back to work today (even though I really wanted to stay in bed another day).

To illustrate exactly how much I wanted to stay home I’ll share with you that I actually overslept by a whole hour today! (That NEVER happens to me…), then I saw an accident on the way to the office (a mere 8 minutes after actually waking up – I did not even have time for coffee!). My first thought upon seeing the overturned taxi (and the subsequent traffic chaos) was that it was an omen to turn around and go home. When I got to the office MonoTone was already there and she gave me one look and suggested I get going back home because I looked like death warmed over, only the way it would look if it was actually glowing from fever. Nothing that brightens your day up quite as much as being told you look like shit when you already feel crap. I cried…(yes I was really that emotional). *sniff*

Anyhoo, I did not spend 8 minutes running around like a loon to just turn around at the first sign of trouble. I stayed the whole day, even after two more people suggested that I should think about going home. I had a voice today, albeit not my own. And I decided that if this one gave up on me too then that would be the sign I was waiting for. No such luck…it’s still with me. I wonder when I will talk like myself again. *sigh* I have one now that’s like a husky whisper almost.

Had a little chit chat to MonoTone today and somehow my friendship with Simma came up for discussion. We have been friends now since Std.6 and she’s been with me all the way back from when I was a problem child. MonoTone expressed some doubt as to how much of a problem child I could really have been. *hysterical laughter*. Oh, I think I did okay. 😉 But apparently I do not look fierce, scary or troublesome anymore?

For today’s poem I chose one that I wrote when I was 16. Sheesh! I sounded so angry…I like it. I want to reconnect with that fire again. Hope you enjoy it too. Have a kick-ass Thursday! 😀

Building a nation

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