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If I could find one word to define,
The feelings I have inside...
Each day that passing by,
It's seems like a countless time....
Missing you putting me in a state of melancholy...
knowing you more increasing my efficacy....
Loving you giving me much vitality. ..
Every time I became droopy....
You're always there making me happy!!!!
The feelings over miles and distance,
Building memories in every chances.,
Restless hearts that keeping the faith..
A commitment that was an oath..
When LOVE is greater than perfection...
Listening to my heart will never be regretful!!!!.

I was newly struck by the artificial nature of being online after reading the responses on a recent blog named ‘Dinner For Six’.

What particularly struck me was the way some of us – I include myself here – apologized to our other friends for not having them on our invitation lists. Others refrained from giving names at all in fear of offending friends. Is the bond of friendship online so frail that we are too scared to invite some friends and not the others?

If you were to win such a prize in real life and you had 12 friends, would you rather stay home and forfeit the prize so not to offend our friends? I think not. Would you, in real life, ask the sponsor or organizer to expand the guest list to 12? No, you won’t.

You will invite 5 friends without even having to apologize to anybody, knowing they will understand. And you will come back bragging to them about how you enjoyed the evening. After all, the prize allowed for only 5 guests and if they are true friends there will be no ill feelings.

If one of your friends got 5 rugby, soccer, opera, cinema or whatever tickets and does not ask you along, will you be offended? If you are offended then you are not such a good friend at all. You cannot monopolize your friend. Like you, he/she is entitled to other friends as well.

So why do we want to treat online friends better than in real life? Friends who use names we’re not sure about, pictures that may be fake, doing a jobs that may not be true and claiming to be where they may not be. What is so special about online friends that we want to wrap them in cotton wool?

I wonder if you could guess how much time I spend finding the right words in a comment and how many euphemisms I use; only not to alienate myself from friends… but in real life, I call a spade a spade.

True friends take much more to be offended.


Stick around. Friday is still a long way off.

Not all women are angels and not all men are devils. Or, if you want it the other way around, not all men are saints and not all women are demons. For every man walking around acting like a pig there is a b*tch lurking somewhere else. While they deserve to end up together, it seldom works out that way.

For every blog appearing about a man being tormented in his love, there are 10 blogs about women blaming a man – and mostly all men – for their woes. And such blogs are normally swarming with ladies to join the bandwagon ready to condemn men while the absence of men on such blogs sticks out like a sore thumb. What is this; the pot calling the kettle black?

Men love no less intense than women. Men are hurt as easily as women; we just don’t walk around with our hearts on our sleeves. We are too proud to let women know when they hurt us.

I had my share of problems with women as well. In fact every single major problem I had in my life was because of a woman but do I hate them for that? No. Do I blame them for all the trouble? Once again, no. I was stupid enough to allow it. It was my own fault. I did not see the signs because I did not look at them before it was too late.

The signs are always there. Connivers always leave telltales. You only need to look and you will spot them. Your heart is not a toy; why allow people to play with it?

Men, in general, cannot be blamed for the behaviour if some men; just like women, in general, cannot be held accountable for the actions of some women.

We are all in control of our own lives. Take hold of it and don’t allow false-hearted lovers to control it. If you allow it, is your own fault.


A great day to you all and be in control of your own life.

When somebody knocks on my front door, I open it. I think the majority of people do. Especially here in South Africa because most of us have safety gates to prevent surprises when we open the door. Something that was not necessary when I was a child.

The average person doesn’t hide behind a closed door and doesn’t scamper to write down registration numbers. Unless - of course - if we expect trouble.

We open the door and if it is a friend, we let him in. We cannot just let a stranger in but we should listen to what brought the stranger to our doorstep. Then, after checking his credentials, we can decide if there is need for any action or not.

Why is it then that we act differently when love comes knocking at our heart’s door? We follow the extreme options. We either hide behind a closed door of we let the stranger in and give him a free run of the place without knowing his bona fides.

Why don’t we first listen to a stranger’s story before we decide what to do? Should we not get to know the strangers bona fides before we give him the full run of our hearts?

Your heart is a sacred as your home; treat it as such.

If the anticipation is really better than the act then I guess there will always be another mountain to climb. So now that I have bowled my Maiden Over I want to hit her for a six as well.

I will have to take strike on Middle and Leg. This maiden bowls a very fast in-swinger Around The Wicket that is very hard to get away if you are a bit late on the shot. She surely knows how to place her field. Hitting a six here is going to be risky for she has me well covered at Point. If it is wide I can try a Late Cut but I’m bound to be caught by the Third Man if I don’t get hold of her properly.

She has a very Fine Leg that keeps me looking over my left shoulder and she keeps moving her Long Leg to distract my attention. With that Silly Short On she makes things no easier for me while her Silly Point only complicates matters. The Sweeper on the Boundary is just to remind me of what awaits if I should dare to Drive over the In Field.

My only hope to hit a six here is if she strays a bit onto my legs so I can get down onto my right knee to tickle the ball over that unguarded area just in Front of Square on the Leg Side. What will it be; a six or a nix?

She stands there, ball in her hand, with that ‘You just dare to hit me’ expression in her eyes.

Every few minutes yet another female streaks across the field winking an eye at her, upsetting my blood pressure and hormone balance. I’m sure she put them up to do it.

To top it all, whenever I try to Take Strike somebody walks across the Sight Screen; taking my concentration away. These are all her doings.

Cricket can be such an interesting game.


Enjoy your day.

If my memory serves me right I have been with CS exactly one year today. It had been an eventful year and a lot of things had happened.

Back on the home front life was colorful and interesting; with a few downs and many more ups but today I’d rather talk about the time spent here on CS.

I made some great friends, both male and female. I am not going to single out anybody. It will only offend the friends I am bound to leave off the list accidentally. In addition I also gathered a few enemies. But they were few and most had departed for better things to do.

During the year I posted 180 blogs, 21 polls, 5 articles, 4 tests and 3 poems. In the same period I have deleted approximately 10,800 (unconfirmed ) emails from scammers and if I subtract that number from the views received in total, we are left with more or less 68 real women.

So in all a very productive, if not interesting, year. But most of all, a year in which CS introduced me to the woman I believe I can spend the rest of my life with.


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If the hands of an old fashioned alarm clock are exactly on top of each other; how long does it take for this to happen again?

Long distance relationships are problematic and demand a lot of sacrifice; to say the least. It brings about many logistic problems. Visiting each other is fun, but once the romances had been sorted out, the real problems start; for such a relationship would require for at least one party to relocate.

If the two parties live in the same country it is not too bad, but if they live in different countries it brings even more hurdles to overcome. Of which fiscal control is not nearly the least. One does not easily leave your life’s savings behind.

This can be further complicated by differences in culture, religion, tradition, careers and so many other things. Bear in mind that, because of the geography, the parties involved cannot know each other too well either.

Racial differences should not make it worse, but certainly do not make it easier either and serves very well to underline most the other issues. While one can change of religion, adapt to new culture, adopt new traditions and carve new careers, you cannot change your race. Not even with an operation. You will die being what you were born as.

And then I did not even talk about the tension, embarrassment and uneasiness that family, friends and strangers alike can bring about with their prejudice.

They say where there is a will there is a way. But is there a way to sort all these difficulties? It is easy to say one must reach a compromise, but compromise requires sacrifice. And one must be satisfied and contented with your sacrifice.

And then I ask myself; can it really work? Can love alone overcome all; or does it need a little help?

Can a man be in love with two women?

I love my new girlfriend and she loves me… But I am also in love with the mother of her son and she is in love with me too. I don’t want to lose either of them.

Should I tell them about each other?

Or should I wait until they discover about each other?

Maybe I can marry both. These things happen in Africa.

It is not that I'm greedy; I just like a lot while I enjoy the variety.

This is not about cricket, but you will need to understand one or two cricket terms here. For the benefit of those not into cricket: a maiden over is when you can bowl 6 balls in succession without conceding a single run.

When I still played cricket I was a specialist batsman coming in at #3. Nothing spectacular; just a sturdy club player that you would rather have in your own team than with the opponents.

However, I was a ghastly bowler, mainly because I refused to bowl in the nets, but I was often used to break partnerships. I would spray them all over the show. I was treated with utter disrespect and hit all over the park; if they could only get to the ball. But they paid for it in wickets.

Once I got a hat trick (3 wickets off 3 consecutive balls) off the first three balls and still went for 20 runs, including two wides.

And I have never bowled a maiden over.

But now that I no longer play cricket I’m going to bowl a maiden over; and I have decided which maiden it will be too.

So girl, if you are out there; take strike and keep your stumps covered. I’m coming for you. It’s is not going to help to stand there blocking every ball. I’m going to bowl my maiden over and with the last ball of the over I’m going to send your bails flying.

A maiden wicket is so much sweeter than just bowling a maiden over.

The moral of the story? You don’t have to be a good bowler to bowl a maiden over – you must just pitch your balls at the right place.

It would appear that less and less people still get married today, opting rather to live together ‘in sin’. That piece of paper that states that you are now husband and wife seems to count for very little lately.

A child with a surname different to the mother or father no longer carries a stigma as before. The legal aspects of such a ‘partnership’, which is all that marriage really is, can easily be arranged with a contract similar to a normal prenuptial contract.

Then have one hellava big party and you may kiss the non-bride!


Another step in human evolution; man and wife no longer form permanent bonds as they used to.

Mind you, it is very good for our genetic pool when men and women have children from various partners. I know somebody who has five children with four different fathers; and she was married to all at some stage or another.

So why get married? If you really want so much trouble – buy yourself a used Alfa Romeo!

Stay loose; don’t worry – be happy!