Life's gift

We are alive and that is the first reason we should sing thanks and praise to our creator. We are also, well most of us are relatively healthy. One more reason to be nice and thankful.

Our country is peaceful and we can work well, travel safe, eat, drink be merry and the list goes on and it is a very very long list.

I feel bad now, if I have to complain or listen to others complain because, really, life is just a blast for me and so should most of us.

Be happy, try to be, look happy. Look around us... be thankful and be happy.

Friends

Friends.

Need to have a lot of them. Need to have a lot of the ones that u can count on. Funny, usually people do not have many of these. Usually, people who have few of these important friends aren't really that friendly themselves.

It always takes two to tango.
You reap what you sow
and get usually what you give.

That's life.

If you want friends, be friendly.
If you want to have good helpful friends, be one yourself.

But that's just me saying it, so it is the truth.

Unintentionally rude

Walking Away

Well,

Turned out that the many hideous semi gangsters looking after the street thought that my mate's matric card was his cop id card. Luck, pure luck got us through the day. To think, outnumbered, out iron barred, outshouted, hmm just about everything but we were just there and luck was on our side.

Luck oh dear luck, the banshee was also still there and dared enough to give my Gentle giant the look and to cap it off, he was kinda giving back a somewhat interested feedback look. I pulled everyone back and cautiously left the place vowing never to return fearing the possibility of looking at my friends nauseating reply look to the banshee's sexual inquest.

The next day.
Nobody talked about it. The whole day in class and not a word except a remider bybthe instigator of the incident that we better pray before we have our lunch. A sudden religious outburst by my formerly 'let' have fun' mate. Well, well, good things do come out of shitty things sometimes. We prayed together for the first time in 9 months of friendship.

Bullying Tactics

This is a rugby explanation on the use of the wings by the Springboks by an All Black. "They don't use him the way we would - they kick and then hope their wings run and knock the ball back and then applaud them for doing a good job. This is also exactly true in debating. People think that the debate starts when the speaking starts. Nope. It starts when the website is out. People especially bullies with long arms will start jockeying for positions of power from the selection of DCA’s all the way to the motions and deep into who they will sit next to during the briefings.
We should expect debaters like rugby bullies South Africa, to try to put us under pressure with anything available under the sun. However, if they do not do that well then our counter attack is pretty good and we are looking to punish them but counter, the word ‘counter’ denotes preparatory strategies.
We need to look at the styles of our opponents and not only ours. Like the Boks who like to run hard, try to smash and bully people, they are physical and like having big cleanouts. We need know that it is going to happen and in the old famous words of Sean Connery as Malone in ‘The Untouchables’, “What are ye prepared to dou?”
Every team has their structures and game plan and though we should be sticking to the one we have in place we need to seriously look into what’s on the other side’s plate. There are no limits within the structures, and having prepared for the best horse for the course we should be encouraged to play what is in front of us.
Thus the aims were still to build in major areas and put some polish this week on the set-piece like returning POI’s and rebutting to ensure some ready- made strategies in attack and defense.
"It is a matter of trying to add a bit of sophistication to what we are doing," the famous Omar Sallahuddin said.
"Often you don't know what you need to work on until you have a bit of a trial tourney and we've done that now."
The trick was starting again, in a new tourney building toward Worlds and WUPID taking it all logically as the coaches introduced some of their new concepts to their squad.
Logically, the universal accepted features must be spot on together with some strategies based on possible opponents, some hassle and diplomatic tactics as well as good ol’ lots of trainings.

Democratic Bull

We went back in and to a big heep of suprise, one of my mates was berating the formerly ironrod holding monster and his some big and some small friends.

They came back with their reluctant'tyco' and elderly teacher like chinese gentlemen and lo and behold, we got back 80% of the money that the gentle giant lost. Feeling strong and under appreciated, I started shouting some almost obscene words and phrases with some inrudimentary chinese, my mate glared a nervous glare that somehow told me to keep a lid on it and just maintain the right posture.

We got the money, turned, the mate who apprently became our leader that night, shouted a quiet shout and all of us walked away safe. How'd this happen?

As students, we have matric card and as students we should treat it better than AMEX.

The Decision

The brain suddenly cleared and great vision appeared, the iron rod holder directly to my left was just a kid, a few years shy of me, a few inches shorter and most importantly, a few significant sizes smaller. He accidently jumped onto my right fist and my helmet at the same time. Foolish boy and a gap appeared whence before the unfortunate boy was standing. I went for the gap with the gentle giant in tow.

It wasn't particularly a long dash out to other side of the building, even the gentle giant was going at it at a speed usually reserved for avoiding death, etc. The long period was spent at the other side, where we were safe, uninjured, safe road home, image intact, but the gentle giant was somewhat solemn.

He said, "Bu, what about them?" The look, his expression, here was a guy who was scared to death and he still wanted to go back in there, facing the iron rods because of his friends, my friends. Damn it, felt really embarrased leaving them now.

Am goin in, back in, mind sending litany of logical explanation not to do so but his look of scared determination pushed me into doing it. We went back in + one discarded brick and newspaper around our waist to shell the body a bit against knives and iron rod hits.

We went back in ...