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This is what America and their people are doing today for our Earth. What is South Africans doing ?

Are we getting together thinking of something big, going big like the Americans always go ? Or are we silently hoping in our individual little lives that someone else would make the difference. Make the move, take on something big, think of something big ?

I want to be corrected, tell me SA what are we doing to make this better ?

How many degrees separate us from the tragedy of global warming?

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 To the editor 

So I woke up this morning and I felt something warm next to me, I was in a daze and still in my banking account. I dreamt of a long awaiting commission run that was at long last paid into my account. A profound amount ..

And then as my eyes opened slowly flicking away the nights rest I was awakened to the most beautiful site. And seeing that it is valentines day soon, let me be a litte romantic and soppy. He was lying there asleep and he was mine. He looked so perfect and he looked so yummy. I thought to myself that their is only one thing that matters in life. Only one thing that makes the every day rattle and battle worth facing, worth enduring. Worth getting up for. And that reason was lying next to me cuddled up in a silent space. A welcoming space that only he and I shared.

I was next to the man that made my heart pound faster each time I saw him or when I saw his name ring up on my mobile. He was the reason why I got in my car after work and raced through the traffic jams. He was mine and my heart was telling no lies.

He was going to be around for many days to come and it felt just right. I knew right this morning with my first breath and my first thought …

that no matter what commission run paid me which amount of money, it could never ever match up to what I had felt for this warmth next to me in bed. Nothing could replace what I have inside for this man,

The editor …

I love you.

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Report Darling - Rocking the Daisies

September 30th, 2007 by Belinda

The beautiful drive there made a perfect start for a perfect day. The flowers and wild scene put all three of us in a willing and wanting mood. We wanted to hang and we wanted to drink as much beer as we could lay our hands on.

Tents pitched, rockers ready and the new fashion almost exhaustingly spread all over the barrels of hay! So many faces around but there seems to be only one character, fashion has repeated itself and everyone seems to be a follower. Short dresses stockings halfway and hair messed up they walk and show absolutely no grace. Smoking aces and rocking candy music bellowing from the stage, unfamiliar faces melodies apart.

There sure aren’t any daisies walking around and guys were puffing smoke all over each others lips. I remember once seeing girls in the same act and I could imagine that turning guys on, but guys sucking smoking face, only for the love of rock. If this proves I am strangely uncool i embrace the labeling. The wind picked up tormentingly and we headed back to the car, hand in hand humming away at the tunes. I felt so in love I thought … and BAM, it was like the drums on stage stampeded through my ears bashing away at a deaf tone war song . Walking drunk and alone a swoof of wind blew the bimbo’s excuse of a dress up and blasted every romantic thought I had.

I suppose it was a rock concert and it should be nothing short of the boobs that were hanging out and g-strings sticking out from the denim jeans. Guys swearing with black lips, black hair cow-licked and chains clanging from their pockets. Rolling a joint with plastic, the camera man was puffing away before his beat. Drunk and disorderly, funny choking mixes, all sorts of pipes and of course the germans. I cant remember when last i had so many beers in such a short period of time.

And then there was the girl. I had to hook the two up, even if just for this weekend. He is our best friend and like these people around with their booze and drugs they couldn’t go without, he couldn’t go without this poisonous past love. I had to get him to let it go. I had to get him to see the new girl he had introduced to us a couple of nights ago, the same girl who introduced us to Darling, and getting us to Rocking the daisies. I owed her that, I couldn’t think of a better way to pay her back. I was going to kill two birds as they say with one stone, and this had to be a big stone. His heart was glued to this past love and it was going to take more than just plain old match making. I took out the big guns and luckily for me it paid off. It must have been the Dixie Chicks wanna bee’s on stage and their easy tunes that attributed to the victorious mood, and of course the germans and the swift drag of mary jane!

It was lock stock and smoking barrel, they were soon rocking all over, or rather under the moon and the night ended perfectly. My man was wrapped up around me and I was falling asleep in his chest, standing … We drove off, away from Darling and she went home with him. We were glad that we didn’t stay! The wind was cutting through our tired flesh and aching wind snapped ears.

And waking up this morning, i remembered the good time I had and glad I wasn’t falling around through hay and barrel to find my fate. Hoping our buddy found his love, forbidden fruit, forgotten love and good old faith. I love my life and I loved Darling.

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