Take a Boy Child to Work Week!

I think it's about damn time we start taking care of the future leaders of this country. The people who're most likely to become the next presidents and vice presidents of this here Republic.

I'm not talking about the glorified next "female president". In fact I'm not very worried if the next president takes a piss standing or sitting. That has absolutely nothing to do with whether they'll be able to run the country or not.

I think education, intellect and ambition have everything to do with it though.

And these are not the kind of things you can learn from the free education given in prison. Yes, prison.

It seems a lot of attention and preference in this country is given to girls more than boys.

Why?

Aren't the boys the ones overcrowding our prisons?
Aren't boys the ones who run away from home and become street-children?
Aren't boys the ones who run around raping? (I say people coz they rape almost anything & anyone long as there's a warm hole. Male or female! Young or old! - which totally sickens me, I mean how hard is it to organise a few rand a hire some prostitute torelease the tension?)

Why is it then that even if the above are true, girls are still considered the custodians of this county's future? How come everyone who's presented the opportunity, will (without thinking twice) donate a part of their 8-hour work day to a girl from a private school with everything she could ever ask for and more to come spin around in their CEO chair, while totally neglecting the young boy stuck in a rural school with the bare minimums?

FYI:
Take A Girl Child to Work Day, is an initiative by CellC, a South African cellular network company (or whatever).
The basic idea is that a school registers with Cell C then they have a few of their grade 10 students sent to a particular company (as determined by Cell C) for a day to see how things are done.
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Taking your girl child to work for a day, doesn't guarantee that she'll make something of her life in years to come. Neither does taking a boy child for that matter. And yet we comtinue neglecting the latter as if he's not in greater danger of ending up either dead or in prison. Whereas the worst that could happen to the girl is that she may end up pregnant, of it she's ignorant enough, get AIDS.

Granted, the average (black) South African child has a much greater chance of not even knowing who their father is. As a result they end up seeking role models in the street. Why are we not as keen to change that? Is this what we've accepted as the norm and there's nothing we can do about it?? I beg, in fact I don't beg. I differ.

I'm not saying we should stop educating the girl child, all I'm saying is that equal opportunities should be given to both sexes. I would hate to have my daughter exposed to better opportunities than her brother simply because she's a girl.

All I'm saying here, is let's have a Take A Boy Child to Work WEEK to strike a balance!

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Original PaperCut designs [#1]

I think it's only fair Ishare my designs with the world not only through my site, but here too.

Most of these are not even on the website, so count yourself lucky!

:P

And so it begins...

From this:

to this:

final product:

(they're supposed to be glowing, not too sure why the text is static! faark!!)

Some sigs/av combos I've used on PCFormat.co.za :

My current one:

© PaperCut

Most of these images are animated. They're supposed to animating (lol). Clearly Blogger's not cooperating! O well....

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Ultimate relaxation

Come on. You just have to admit... sitting on a desk totally relaxes you.

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.

You know how good it feels when you walk into your friend/colleague's office and without much ado, you shift his/her paperwork aside and find a sweet spot for you to sit so you can really engage with them on a more personal level.

I don't know if you've noticed but being in this particular situation brings about a very jovial conversation, filled with uncontrollable laughter (which is usually coupled with you rocking back with your head tilting so far back, it just gives in to gravity a little).

You can never really disagree with anyone when you're sitting on an office desk. For some reason, everybody seems to be talking a lotta sense. And not the kind of sense that's needed when discussion issues like global warming. More like the sense that's needed when you're talking about the fat lady at HR who's the main cause of the global warming in the HR department.

Do you understand me? LOL!

Have you noticed how your boss suddenlt assumes he/she's disturbing something everytime he/she (this whole policital correctness is starting to kill this post; from now on, every boss is a he and a colleague is female! That's it. Sue me!)

Anyway... how he automatically tones down a little (especially if he's about to give you a crap load of paperwork for you to go through) he sorta asks you to do the job, instead of the traditional.... "yeeah, um I want you to < insert verb here > this for me..."

You should really give it a try.

Whenever you're called to your boss's office (especially when you're in the dogbox). Sit on his desk swinging one leg (preferably your stronger leg; like the one you scored that goal with at your company's last soccer match, where you scored 2 goals).

Watch him squeel!

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"How come you don't call me anymore?"

I believe it was the greatest funkadelic soul singer of all time; mister Prince Nelson himself. Or rather The Artist Formerly Known as Prince, also known as Symbol; who once uttered the words "How come you don't call me anymore?"

This famous phrase, was made even more famous, by the teenage singing sensation Ms. Alicia Keys. Who engraved the words even deeper into the minds of her adoring fans the world over.Now it seems, this popular phrase has become the nightmare soundtrack to my life lately.

Let me break this down...

You know how you are all single and stuff, and you spend hours on the phone chatting to your other single friends about how misserable le single life is? Well, that was the story of my life for quite some months. Granted we had some good times, got drunk as hell, went out clubbing, got drunk out of our minds, got to kick some serious knowledge (which didn't always include weed).

The great thing about this whole thing is that I got to spend some serious time with quality people. Talked about everything most of the time, and other times didn't even need to talk at all.We were on the same wave length most of the time.

It's only at these times that you really get to know people for who they really are. Not just the occasional SMS, I mean seriously getting to know this person with whom you've built this so-called friendship. Knowing what makes them tick, what they are really passionate about.

You know somebody's a true friend when they find your shoulder comforting enough for them let all inhibitions go and just cry if they feel like it.This is basically what most of my friendships are founded on. I also think the fact that almost all my friends are girls, this makes my bond with them even that much more special.

Then comes a time where neither of you have enough time in your 24hr day to call the other and check what they up to. Nevermind hooking up. Just a simple "hello".

I've gotta admit, I'm definately guilty of this flaw.

I tend to just not call people. Especially when I'm in a relationship or whatever.

Hey, at least I'm willing to admit this /in public even/

You call someone and the first thing they ask is "how come you haven't been calling?" I mean WTF! I could ask you the same thing.

It's only after you stop calling people that you actually realise that you've been making more calls than they ever have. But then again it's only when you stop seeing people that you realise how tight you all were, when you accidentally stumble upon that that made it onto the internet where you were all so out of it; you don't even remember when the picture was taken. But you remember how happy you were on that particular day!

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blog changes

I've made some changes around here...

It's about damn time!

Almost 12 months of blogging does that to a person.

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