In South Africa’s supposedly competitive environment, it seems big name companies, that are supposed to be in competition with each other, often work together to fleece the consumer. Banks are no different.
The Journo and I had limited time for dinner last night in between Ultimate and a meeting we had to attend, so we went the junk food way. This is a reminder.
It’s a known fact that eating garlic and onions make you socially repulsive, but garlic and onions also have known curative properties. Garlic, for one, is known, and I have personal experience with this, to drastically lower blood cholesterol. The downside is that you have to take it chopped and, yes, raw – for atContinue reading “Garlic & Onions against Teeth Plaque?”
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I’ll be the last person you’ll ever see at a screening of a regular football (soccer) game, yet, like many, I find the World Cup irresistible. And it’s not just because I’m from South Africa either.
I can’t be sure when exactly it happened, but at last Maybank enabled all the goodies on their debit card and is it finally the only debit card I need to do everything, even online purchases and PayPal payouts.
So yesterday we had one of our mass movie outings to go see District 9. Up until last Wednesday night I’ve seen the posters and I’ve read the tag-lines, but I haven’t really paid attention to it, until the Journo told me that it’s a South African director and it’s set in South Africa.
No, everything is not a joke to me. It’s about choices. Shit happens. It’s well documented. You have the choice. Cry about it, or laugh about it. Clearly my choice is to laugh about it. Does it change things? No, but neither does crying.
My bags are packed and I my lungs are wheezing as I type this because of all the dust I kicked up thoroughly cleaning my house before I leave. At least that’s done too.
You know, even when you’re oozing optimism from your tear-ducts, you sometimes have to admit that our planet is in pretty bad shape. And where in the youth we should have hope for the future, it appears that in Borneo, there is none.