Kyle a joey?

Kyle learns wat it takes to be a joey...

Cleaner photos of the kittens

The three of em in my bed under my warm blanket. After cleaning... Sophie's eyes are still red but the other two are doing ok... Kyle sexy as always... I spent a lot of time with Kyle today and she was sleeping in my shirt for a long time while I was studying. Since Robbie is violent can't expect the same of him and Sophie was sick so I let her rest, she is sick but apparently she does all the eating...
Kyle's ears are pointed. ha ha. Did u notice that...
This guy is turning out to be a rascal and unmanagable. And he is violent. Robbie attacked the camera seconds after the snap. He is fierce, u can see the look in his eyes

The rescued kittens: Kyle, Sophie & Robbie

Rescued three little kittens yesterday. Apart from the fact that I must have gotten a hundred scratches and one deep bite, I think these three are really cute. Two of them female and one of the male. I decided to name em after three of my favourite pop artists: Kyle, Sophie and Robbie...

This is Kyle and Sophie. Sophie is the one hiding behind her sister. Yeah, they are really scared. I found em this way. I had to clean them up later on. I will update those snaps later
This is the furious Robbie. Man, he is furious, doesnt like to be cuddled or touched either.


Close up of Kyle. She's the cutest of em all. And the most hyper active... Yeah, she's the one that bit me. OUCH!!!

Thats Sophie, because I found them in a lot of dust, they developed allergies and there was mucus formation in their eyes, and therefore its sealed shut. Sophie is the smallest of the three of em...

All three of em.. Pretty much nervous...

Hmmmm, I had to force feed them the day I found them cause they were really nervous. Anyway, they are eating now. Can't stop Sophie from eating extra food... they were probably starving when I found them.

I cleaned them up today, after the snaps were taken. They still look dirty, so I might have to clean them again tomorow. I will post snaps after that...

A cute kid and me animals

A Novice's Guide to Reality

Cliché: "Follow your passion." We all know the storyline: People from Abraham Lincoln to Oprah grew up modestly but followed their passion and thus succeeded beyond their wildest dreams.

Reality: For every Oprah, there are 10,000 schmucks who never made more than McWages in following their dream. So, they're now working as marketing assistants for the Western Widget Waxing Co. (with a copy of some Follow Your Passion book on their nightstands) wondering what went wrong. While ambition, drive, and intelligence are obviously important, it usually takes considerable luck to make a living doing what you love.

Advice for mere mortals: Do what you love, but don't expect to get paid for it. Want to be on stage? Act in community theater. Want to be an artist? Persuade a restaurant to let you decorate its walls with your creations. To make money, pick a field that pays decently and has few liabilities. Chances are, that will lead to more career contentment than pursuing a long-shot dream as your career. Treating a long-shot dream as an avocation gives you most of its pleasure without forcing you to endure a life of poverty.

Cliché: "You've got to pay your dues." Usually you hear this from that CEO who started in the mailroom.

Reality: Many higher-ups think of employees willing to do scut work as drones, even losers.

Advice for mere mortals: If you want to be a star, demonstrate your potential from Day 1–first impressions tend to be lasting ones. So impress the hell out of them right out of the gate. For example, propose doing an innovative project, on your own time if you have to. If you hear your boss complain about a problem, tactfully propose a solution or offer to help.

Cliché: "Make a difference." Many commencement speakers state or imply that to make a difference, grads should work for a nonprofit organization or the government.

Reality: The nonprofit and government sectors are notoriously inefficient. Working for an ethical business–or starting your own–may make a bigger difference to society.

Advice for mere mortals: You can make a difference while making a profit. You needn't work for Ben & Jerry's. Any business that sells a good product at a fair price and treats its employees well is a worthy place to work.

Cliché: "Education pays." The speaker gushes about the joys of learning ... and suggests that more degrees mean more bucks.

Reality: Remember, the source is biased: No university will ever hire an education skeptic to speak to thousands of new alumni and potential donors. Professors and university mouthpieces are also likely to be cheerleaders for getting more degrees–that's what universities sell. Please know that statistics linking higher pay to higher education may be misleading: The people who get more education tend to be brighter and more motivated in the first place, with better family and professional connections.

Advice for mere mortals: Where possible, get your learning in the real world. Grad school is a must if you want to be a brain surgeon or a professor, but for many careers, you'll learn more of practical value on the job–plus, instead of paying tuition, you're getting paid.

Cliché: "Be true to yourself." Or, roughly interpreted, do whatever you want. That's a guaranteed crowd pleaser.

Reality: Many young people are naïve and inexperienced. A surprising number aren't even ethical.

Advice for mere mortals: Follow your internal compass, but seek advice from older mentors you respect and other people who know more than you do. There are a lot of them.

The Gay couple on my table

Ripples in a Pond

Ripples form in a pond
Pebbles smoothen in the stream
A cork holds a bottle of wine
Time passes by
A decade goes by
No one knows why

She says Life is but an echo
A baby cries
Some poor Miner Mines
A computer on the Isle
The Old man dies
His only daughter cries

Nazi on the trigger
BANG!!!
A woman crumbles to her knees
The Nation now crumbles to its knees
While Children beg for bread
The mother devours her child instead

She said life is an echo
Her newborn baby cried
Her deprived father mined
Her computer sits on the isle
However, as to death he crawls
To Jesus she cries

We are but ripples in a pond
We are but the cork that holds the bottle of wine
We are but that pebble in the river
Time goes by
Decades Fly by
We do not understand why

Her Blood flows
Down to the valley
Where is her life now?
The life she once had now forever lost
The ring on her finger
Killed by the man who put it there

Five seconds too early Five seconds too late
CRASH!!!
His body thrown fifteen feet in the air
The doctor arrives late
Too late for the stairway to heaven
A sinner but condemned to hell

Their lives mere echoes?
A random happenstance?
An occurrence?
Why are we here?
Chaos rules, as ripples form in a pond
No one really knows why

Recent Snaps

Killer Headaches

I jus wanted to let ya all know I am having killer Headaches

Mood Disorder

So what? I have a mood disorder. I happen to be one among the millions who have some sorta psychological disorder.

So what? I get angry and break doors, windows, priceless and inexpensive items. Everybody gets angry some time or the other, at least I haven't killed 1.2 million for oil.

So what? If my friends call me a psycho and my girl friend ditches me cos I am psychopath. Give me a break I haven't killed anyone in the name of a rage.

So what? If I hurt people and animals. Get used to it life sucks for everyone.

So what? I alter the lives of people around me. I don't play God pleasing myself with BLOOD sacrifices of men and animals.

So what? I don give a fuck for those suffering around. Aren't we all blind in someway.

So what? I don talk to people. Don't tell me all your friends are extroverted.

So what? I don care... Why do you?

STOP JUDGING ME!!! GIVE ME A BREAK!!!

Guess who decided to Step in and Game on the PS3 Console

MOM

Bob Marley

Bob Marley is one of the few musicians who have made a remarkable impact on me. Even though I am an ardent rock fan, especially ardent to the psychedelic scene back in the sixties and the seventies, I find him very inspiring. One of the greatest musicians who have tread this earth, who lived music and died music. He lived by everything he sang. He has virtues that even most preachers wouldn't have. A legend in his own right.

He put up to the man, all his life... All his life. Lived for single handedly for unity and freedom, not fame and popularity, even though the fame and popularity followed him every where.

One frequent statement I share with my friend Tabba'a is, "Buddy, we were born in the wrong place wrong time..." Wish I could just go back in time and see the buffalo soldier perform.

He is dead now, but his legacy lives on. Long live the colours, long live the freedom...

"Won't you help me sing, these songs of freedom, cos' all I ever had is redemption songs... These songs of freedom"

VOICE OUT

I have been trying to control myself from voicing out my opinions on the war against Iraq. And the many atrocities committed against humanity.

I have to control myself. It makes my blood boil, how one group can escape with crimes commited against humanity while others, can just get away with it. Is there no justice left in this world? Where are the renegades? Where is God?

We are all too bothered about our lives that we cannot stand up for what is right.
It is with shame and much disgust I say, "I cannot stand up for what is right".