ridiculous

Bwahahaha.

This is an official notice sent out by the depart of agriculture in the eastern cape.

Good lord.

They seriously hire some specials there one can see.

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From:
Sent: 21 August 2008 02:15 PM
To:
Subject: highlighted bit quite funny

Landmark launch of black bee keepers

18 August 2008

The Member of Executive Council (MEC) for the Department of Agriculture Gugile Nkwinti proudly supports the establishment of the Eastern Cape Honey Producers Association (ECHOPA), which is aimed at elevating the standards of the black bee keepers in the province.

The MEC will lead the departmental entourage that will mark the first black led honey producers organisation in South Africa, in an event that is expected to be attended by the Honourable Minister of Water Affairs and Forestry. Mr Nkwinti is enthusiastic previously disadvantage people are involving themselves in an industry that been dominated by white people.

The black honey producers in the province have organised themselves and made strides in entering the market and have already have more than fifty members in ECHOPA. The black bee keepers seek to have improved and sustainable incomes and accumulating wealth generated from undertaking organised and efficient commercial bee farming they have ownership through their company Indyebo Yobusi Ltd.

The department has been involved in the mobilisations and organisation of wannabe black bee keepers with the spirit of the green revolution strategy that highlights the mobilisation of the communities. Road shows and several meetings across the province were held in the bid to woe aspiring bee keepers to stand firm and see the opportunities in honey production and the honey produced in the provinces rural areas has been hailed as one of the best in the continent, a good quality that was fit for exportation and domestic market.

The department has targeted 12 farmers that will benefit the equipment worth more that R700 000 while a monitoring and evaluation committee that consists of at least one economist in all the six districts has been set up. This committee advises and helps the farmers to break through the market barriers and 30 extension officers have been trained in the bee keeping skill and the number is set to increase.

The department fully support the initiative, which is rare among blacks and we call on other commercial farmers and honey industries to support these endeavours.

You are cordially invited to this extra ordinary event where farmers will display their "relationship" with bee from letting them sting them to playing around with them without protection. There'll be stalls visit and display of the products while members of the media will intact with farmers to find more information about what they do.

Details of the event are as follows:
Venue: Frankfort Village (not far from Bhisho)
Date: 19 August 2008
Time: 9h00

For more information:
Thozi Manyisana
Cell: 073 263 3754
Tel: 040 609 3965

Issued by: Department of Agriculture, Eastern Cape Provincial Government
30 July 2008

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From: Alexis
Sent: 21 August 2008 01:46 PM
To: David
Subject: refuse/resist

Pat caught foraging

Sometimes I think I should just keep my opinions to myself, she said, but someone has got to be the voice of reason.

monday

She went everywhere with a basket filled daily with a fresh blueberry muffin. It's either that or cigarettes, she said. I am only strong enough for a life of partial virtue.
-story people-


i think spring is in the air. flowers are starting to show. new freshness and changes are on their way. hopefully they will be strong enough to clean out the old cobwebs and help get rid of the rubbish.

got to love the indian consul.

Dear Mr. Megan

Thanks for your mail. Since I am the one dealing with immigration issues I alone will be attending the workshop. Navdeep has thus excused himself.

Lookforwd to meeting you.

Kalra

random

i found this here and thought it was funny.
otherwise things are flat really. tired too much, never seem able to catch up sleep, work is stressful as is life, and there is a big

i bet jesus would offer to buy me a drink
my girlfriends and i have this little quirk. we use the term "hooker" as a term of endearment with one another.

"hey, hooker!"

"what's up, hooker?"

"you're such a hooker."

i have no idea where it started. or why. i just know we say it, and it's never been a source of offense. because, you know, we say it with love. and we're joking. i mean...we're not really hookers.

although, i would probably have a nicer car if i was a hooker. well, if i was a call girl...'cause i understand that's different. oh, and i would probably work out more.

not to mention that, as you may recall, i was destined for hookerdom anyway.

so, you know, being a hooker wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.

but, calling your girlfriend a hooker isn't the same thing as having some judgmental coworker call you a prostitute.

two days ago, i was talking to a friend who also happens to be a coworker. while we were talking, another coworker stopped by. she began talking to my friend and, suddenly, the conversation took a rather sharp turn.

"you know, i'm sure you think you look cute, but nobody really wants to see all this," she said, waving her hand in the general direction of my friend's cleavage.

we laughed because we were just sure she was joking.

"oh, you go ahead and laugh, ladies. although i shouldn't call you that. i should call you women. we are all women, but very few of us are ladies. as you can see," again gesturing toward my friend's cleavage.

i'm still laughing -- still sure that this is a joke. has to be a joke.

my friend isn't laughing anymore though. i mean, it is her cleavage that's being disparaged.

but, now it was my turn.

"what, you're laughing? you think it's funny? i've seen you walking around the office with your stuff on display. and i don't see you that often, so it's probably a lot more often than that. you think you're better than she is? you think you're not a prostitue like she is?"

now it's pretty clear to me that this isn't a joke. or, at least it's not a funny joke.

"i'm sorry...what? first of all, i do not think i am better than her. or anyone, for that matter. know why? i'll tell you why: i don't judge people. not my place. not my business. live and let live. and, second of all: did you just call us prostitutes? did you just walk into my office and call me a prostitute."

"by prostituting your bodies this way, you're earning yourselves a place in the fiery pits of hell. jesus...."

"oh, okay, hold on right there...this is a small office, okay -- let's not crowd it up by bringing jesus in here. besides, jesus was a man, right? you think jesus wouldn´t appreciate an attractive lady with nice decolletage?"

my friend and i burst out laughing.

"oh, you laugh now, but what do you think st. peter will say to you when you arrive at the gates?"

and, despite what i know to be my inside the actors studio answer to the question, i just couldn't stop myself.

"well, i'm hoping he'll say 'nice rack.'"

"i'm gonna pray for the two of you."

nice rack

i found this here and thought it was funny.
otherwise things are flat really. tired too much, never seem able to catch up sleep, work is stressful as is life, and there is a big move and change on the horizon. sjoe. so much to do and get through and all i long for is a couch, a glass of wine and a snuggle. but no luck.

i bet jesus would offer to buy me a drink
my girlfriends and i have this little quirk. we use the term "hooker" as a term of endearment with one another.

"hey, hooker!"

"what's up, hooker?"

"you're such a hooker."

i have no idea where it started. or why. i just know we say it, and it's never been a source of offense. because, you know, we say it with love. and we're joking. i mean...we're not really hookers.

although, i would probably have a nicer car if i was a hooker. well, if i was a call girl...'cause i understand that's different. oh, and i would probably work out more.

not to mention that, as you may recall, i was destined for hookerdom anyway.

so, you know, being a hooker wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.

but, calling your girlfriend a hooker isn't the same thing as having some judgmental coworker call you a prostitute.

two days ago, i was talking to a friend who also happens to be a coworker. while we were talking, another coworker stopped by. she began talking to my friend and, suddenly, the conversation took a rather sharp turn.

"you know, i'm sure you think you look cute, but nobody really wants to see all this," she said, waving her hand in the general direction of my friend's cleavage.

we laughed because we were just sure she was joking.

"oh, you go ahead and laugh, ladies. although i shouldn't call you that. i should call you women. we are all women, but very few of us are ladies. as you can see," again gesturing toward my friend's cleavage.

i'm still laughing -- still sure that this is a joke. has to be a joke.

my friend isn't laughing anymore though. i mean, it is her cleavage that's being disparaged.

but, now it was my turn.

"what, you're laughing? you think it's funny? i've seen you walking around the office with your stuff on display. and i don't see you that often, so it's probably a lot more often than that. you think you're better than she is? you think you're not a prostitue like she is?"

now it's pretty clear to me that this isn't a joke. or, at least it's not a funny joke.

"i'm sorry...what? first of all, i do not think i am better than her. or anyone, for that matter. know why? i'll tell you why: i don't judge people. not my place. not my business. live and let live. and, second of all: did you just call us prostitutes? did you just walk into my office and call me a prostitute."

"by prostituting your bodies this way, you're earning yourselves a place in the fiery pits of hell. jesus...."

"oh, okay, hold on right there...this is a small office, okay -- let's not crowd it up by bringing jesus in here. besides, jesus was a man, right? you think jesus wouldn´t appreciate an attractive lady with nice decolletage?"

my friend and i burst out laughing.

"oh, you laugh now, but what do you think st. peter will say to you when you arrive at the gates?"

and, despite what i know to be my inside the actors studio answer to the question, i just couldn't stop myself.

"well, i'm hoping he'll say 'nice rack.'"

"i'm gonna pray for the two of you."

overheard at the jolly

"so you think he's cute?"
"yeah, totally he's cute."
"cause when i woke up next to him this morning, i wasnt so sure."
"nah, he's cute. don't think about it too much. besides, you got laid."
"yeah i know, but i still wasnt sure."

two girl shouting across the toilet cubicles to each other.
some people just dont realise that public toilets are just that- public.

people seem to be dissapointing me. i seem constantly let down and hurt by them. stupid people. i think i need to learn to grow a thick skin over my silly exposed and naked heart. take it off my sleeve and hide it away. stupid everyone and everything.