4 The written version

Banker's operating twins, Citibank and Hoist group

Historic; bringing to ruins the great, and building up the meek

CitiBank Gives up

That Imprisoned feeling - here why?

Bangladesh, the time I was land surveying telephone relay pylons 

A mind in needs to grasp:

We all seek to measure ourselves, by models, etc.; focus on something that tells us where we are in relation to other asking the question; "Am I normal."
Well, like everything else it takes time to get my mind into that automation - that vision we need to get, with me this latest after the social network, is this AdSense - that is why I say, that chest players do not think out every move except at the start - the mind works in cloud and like in the sky the cloud gather and becomes darker with concentration before the downpour - well these are the flashes of learning, the procedures that the mind takes - and with this AdSense that I slowly embedded into my pages to get a discrete little ad on the side and bottom of my pages filling some empty spaces to embellish somewhat my pages, or blogs - this started in November of last year, and after letting my mind distill and accept all that is to know about advertising, today the doors of that prison were open and I feel free with the sense that I am mastering the issue.

About advertising;
Here, hard to believe - this newspaper cutout of an advert that made the success of an enterprise.
I still had that trick up my sleeve launching my writing on the internet - small things make big!
the company,  had signboards scattering over the suburbs in Johannesburg, Pretoria, and over the Vaal Triangle that is now Gauteng, in South Africa that when it came to build a school in Alexandra, we were so organized for small contracts that a large construction yield exceptional profits!

A thought of the past!

yfrog — Share, Converse and Connect:

Leaders are surfacing:

In this new age of social rise, people take to the street to claim politics that work for the mass instead of the few and mighty rogues of society - I haven´t got much time to spend on the subject, though I must say, having followed the latest trend that people are able to select leader to lead them;
- Barack Obama is in a Leo moon, and the year of the Ox.
- Francois Holande; is a Leo in the Horse year took the presidency from an Aquarius in the year of the Goat.

- Elio Di Rupo, Belgian Prime minister after 535 days of caretaker, 3 days off being a Leo in the year of the Cat. 

- David Cameron, British Prime minister, he is a Libra, who are controlling freaks, with some Leo, and see the difference in their leadership. 


These men walk in the shadow of their birth, with the fixation of the likes of a time dial. Each of those characters had something of a Leo - the Lion king of the jungle of their charismatic presence.

PS: The zodiac, it might be a pinpoint rule of character, but as far we can see its a tendency, (I´ll have to complete at a later date, and showing more meaningful this current of a tendency that I´ve experience in the people I meet and of late, mostly Leos.
One has to have a lifetime of experience, while been attentive to these esoteric phenomena - which leaves me to admire those people that observed the skies and evolved to determine the signs of the zodiac.

to a daughter, my angel!

Parenting, is setting oneself rules rather than to the child - through rain and in the sunshine, I watched monkeys in a natural way, what we forget - that at birth, a child inherits a mature spirit from the sluice of a motherly flow to her child - what the spirit of the child struggles with, it to coordinate the growth of the body it inherited - it´s almost like after  passing a theoretical driving examination, one is given a strange car and told to go out in traffic and hope for the best  finding one´s way across a city.

Parenting and a few of my rules

Elephant Rogue.webm

in a hurry, rather wonder by sight into the decor
photos Thursday, Feb. 17
from Centurion in Pilanesberg game reserve, South Africa
the silver Volkswagen attempted to get past an elephant

Paradox of man and his believes

Is there justice
between earth and the heavens
or,
Is life the stream of existence taking its course

I am thinking about broken up families after a car, or airliner crash, or a whole Flemish town morning the annihilated lives of their children in the bus that crashed in the Swiss tunnel this last week - had there been a G-d, at birth he would have given each a switch like that one he gave the possibilities to man at inventing. He is not out of means... but it is man who talks about creation – and not a G-d.

I can only see live so much more pleasant, than to lie in a bed with a terminal illness that is at the same time a strain, to loose everything on the surviving families, and a burden... wait! there is also a lot of truth in the need of guinea pigs – Imagine Hiroshima without a scientist checking out what survived – countries would be sending atom bombs raining the moment an opposition come to rise.

My spirit was given a body at birth, and only at moments of need would I us a switch to kill the flame of life and leave my body behind for the existential joy of my spirit. Yet persistent, my spirit wants to live on in a body that time is consuming – from birth my spirit is growing younger, acquiring knowledge for another life, yet with a twist as opposed to a body which takes his time, strips us off dignity and inhuman to break the soul with our pride.

I have children and caused for concern – I´ve had my life and since can easily dissolve – until I realized I had a responsibility toward my children to live until I become a nuisance to their lives – Yet, since they were born, I have been concerned about their fragility until I deduced that life in itself gives us a kit of survival and that made it easier on me to face the future.

I see men who safe a life from amongst others, and wonder why they are happy, and screaming with joy, without consideration that that same person might not want to live in the prison of its loneliness like an orphan and bearing the scares of a cruel life. I can´t deny to wish for that G-dless switch knowing that did anything happened to my children, I wish to take the same path and die together with them – switching off from an existence not worth living – which I can imagine I would use, rather than purge a life in the cage of a prison, or in dead row, like these men and women tortured in death camps, through the ages, praying for the G-dly switch that never came and so more unmeasurable weak at will against the spirit of life giving hope without exit door and nurtured until time kills both the terminal ill and the devotee through the full cycle of dissolving the body from its spirit.

Swiss tunnel bus crash with Belgian children having lost their lives

this is the result of an engineering blunder

This is another of these political cover-up for an engineering blunder - I don´t get involved unless I´m getting called in - listening to the Swiss radio while in my stride for daily exercises in the woods - Ican only say, stop the politicians talk - they were justifying a security area[na] 

and listen to any civil engineers and between politicians, and engineers 

the´ll differ like day and night!

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Round trip to a wedding

Round trip to a wedding, without the wedding - a trans-South African journey from Johannesburg to Cape Town and return by the wine route.

Do people stop thinking in this digital existence that is only a virtual reality - Try a Friday evening and going into the weekend - I got cut off from the world, and still am wasn´t it that business were open -.
After the storm, I waited to get connected while the Wi-Fi still showed signs of live connected to a distant server, which the TV  didn´t.
After a few anxious hours, wondering, the mute TV back featuring that live went on, on the face of the earth. The world wasn´t the problem, I was left with a conspiracy between the TV and WI-Fi systems that my expression is not sowing on the illustrated ghost. But it was real - I thought to be smart, Not re-loading airtime on my phone> Messages coming in from mother and daughter alike, asking; Äre you still alive?" Until mid-Sunday -  loading my daughter´s phone with airtime when it became too expensive calling after her, getting her phone, either switched off, out of reach - whatever! It sounded a good idea letting her call me instead, and whenever she felt like the need instead of consuming all my airtime after a teenager.