I thought they were Interesting so maybe you will :D

I'm gonna list a couple of my favorites.

"Which is better, eternal happiness or a ham sandwich? It would appear that eternal happiness is better, but this is really not so! After all, nothing is better than eternal happiness, and a ham sandwich is certainly better than nothing. Therefore a ham sandwich is better than eternal happiness."

"Two closed boxes, Bl and B2, are on a table. Bl contains $1,000. B2 contains either nothing or $1 million. You do not know which. You have an irrevocable choice between two actions:

1. Take what is in both boxes.
2. Take only what is in B2.

At some time before the test a superior Being has made a prediction about what you will decide. It is not necessary to assume determinism. You only need be persuaded that the Being's predictions are "almost certainly" correct. If you like, you can think of the Being as God, but the paradox is just as strong if you regard the Being as a superior intelligence from another planet or a supercomputer capable of probing your brain and making highly accurate predictions about your decisions. If the Being expects you to choose both boxes, he has left B2 empty. If he expects you to take only B2, he has put $1 million in it. (If he expects you to randomize your choice by, say, flipping a coin, he has left B2 empty.) In all cases Bl contains $1,000. You understand the situation fully, the Being knows you understand, you know that he knows, and so on.

What should you do? Clearly it is not to your advantage to flip a coin, so that you must decide on your own. The paradox lies in the disturbing fact that a strong argument can be made for either decision. Both arguments cannot be right. The problem is to explain why one is wrong.

Let us look first at the argument for taking only B2. You believe the Being is an excellent predictor. If you take both boxes, the Being almost certainly will have anticipated your action and have left B2 empty. You will get only the $1,000 in Bl. On the other hand, if you take only B2, the Being, expecting that, almost certainly will have placed $1 million in it. Clearly it is to your advantage to take only B2.

Convincing? Yes, but the Being made his prediction, say a week ago and then left. Either he put the $1 million in B2, or he did not. "If the money is already there, it will stay there whatever you choose. It is not going to disappear. If it is not already there, it is not going to suddenly appear if you choose only what is in the second box." It is assumed that no "backward causality" is operating; that is, your present actions cannot influence what the Being did last week. So why not take both boxes and get everything that is there? If B2 is filled, you get $1,001,000. If it is empty, you get at least $1,000. If you are so foolish as to take only B2, you know you cannot get more than $1 million, and there is even a slight possibility of getting nothing. Clearly it is to your advantage to take both boxes!"

I don't know if it was clear to you guys that the obvious choice would be to choose both boxes, but i saw that right away, this wasn't a very good one but I did kind of like it.

"Proof that there exists a unicorn

I wish to prove to you that there exists a unicorn. To do this it obviously suffices to prove the (possibly) stronger statement that there exists an existing unicorn. (By an existing unicorn I of course mean one that exists.) Surely if there exists an existing unicorn, then there must exist a unicorn. So all I have to do is prove that an existing unicorn exists. Well, there are exactly two possibilities:

(1) An existing unicorn exists.

(2) An existing unicorn does not exist.

Possibility (2) is clearly contradictory: How could an existing unicorn not exist? Just as it is true that a blue unicorn is necessarily blue, an existing unicorn must necessarily be existing."

This next one is good :]

"Poaching on the hunting preserves of a powerful prince was punishable by death, but the prince further decreed that anyone caught poaching was to be given the privilege of deciding whether he should be hanged or beheaded. The culprit was permitted to make a statement - if it were false, he was to be hanged; if it were true, he was to be beheaded. One logical rogue availed himself of this dubious prerogative - to be hanged if he didn't and to be beheaded if he did - by stating: 'I shall be hanged.' Here was a dilemma not anticipated. For, as the poacher put it, 'If you now hang me, you break the laws made by the prince, for my statement is true, and I ought to be beheaded, but if you behead me, you are also breaking the laws, for then what I said was false and I should therefore be hanged.'"

"Olbers' paradox - why is the night sky dark?

... the apparent paradox, stated in 1826 and now explained by postulating a finite expanding universe, that the sky is dark at night although, as there are an infinite number of stars, it should be uniformly bright."

"[A man condemned to be hanged] was sentenced on Saturday. "The hanging will take place at noon," said the judge to the prisoner, "on one of the seven days of next week. But you will not know which day it is until you are so informed on the morning of the day of the hanging."

The judge was known to be a man who always kept his word. The prisoner, accompanied by his lawyer, went back to his cell. As soon as the two men were alone, the lawyer broke into a grin. "Don't you see?" he exclaimed. "The judge's sentence cannot possibly be carried out."

"I don't see," said the prisoner.

"Let me explain They obviously can't hang you next Saturday. Saturday is the last day of the week. On Friday afternoon you would still be alive and you would know with absolute certainty that the hanging would be on Saturday. You would know this before you were told so on Saturday morning. That would violate the judge's decree."

"True," said the prisoner.

"Saturday, then is positively ruled out," continued the lawyer. "This leaves Friday as the last day they can hang you. But they can't hang you on Friday because by Thursday only two days would remain: Friday and Saturday. Since Saturday is not a possible day, the hanging would have to be on Friday. Your knowledge of that fact would violate the judge's decree again. So Friday is out. This leaves Thursday as the last possible day. But Thursday is out because if you're alive Wednesday afternoon, you'll know that Thursday is to be the day."

"I get it," said the prisoner, who was beginning to feel much better. "In exactly the same way I can rule out Wednesday, Tuesday and Monday. That leaves only tomorrow. But they can't hang me tomorrow because I know it today!"

... He is convinced, by what appears to be unimpeachable logic, that he cannot be hanged without contradicting the conditions specified in his sentence. Then on Thursday morning, to his great surprise, the hangman arrives. Clearly he did not expect him. What is more surprising, the judge's decree is now seen to be perfectly correctly. The sentence can be carried out exactly as stated."

"In a certain village there is a man, so the paradox runs, who is a barber; this barber shaves all and only those men in the village who do not shave themselves. Query: Does the barber shave himself?

Any man in this village is shaved by the barber if and only if he is not shaved by himself. Therefore in particular the barber shaves himself if and only if he does not. We are in trouble if we say the barber shaves himself and we are in trouble if we say he does not.

What are we to say to the argument that goes to prove this unacceptable conclusion? Happily it rests on assumptions. We are asked to swallow a story about a village and a man in it who shaves all and only those men in the village who do not shave themselves. This is the source of our trouble; grant this and we end up saying, absurdly, that the barber shaves himself only if he does not. The proper conclusion to draw is just that there is no such barber. We are confronted with nothing more than what logicians have been referring to for a couple of thousand years as a reductio ad absurdum . We disprove the barber by assuming him and deducing the absurdity that he shaves himself if and only if he does not. The paradox is simply a proof that no village can contain a man who shaves all and only those men in it who do not shave themselves."

"Proving that 2 = 1

Here is the version offered by Augustus De Morgan: Let x = 1. Then x² = x. So x² - 1 = x -1. Dividing both sides by x -1, we conclude that x + 1 = 1; that is, since x = 1, 2 = 1.

Assume that

a = b. (1)

Multiplying both sides by a,

a² = ab. (2)

Subtracting b² from both sides,

a² - b² = ab - b² . (3)

Factorizing both sides,

(a + b)(a - b) = b(a - b). (4)

Dividing both sides by (a - b),

a + b = b. (5)

If now we take a = b = 1, we conclude that 2 = 1. Or we can subtract b from both sides and conclude that a, which can be taken as any number, must be equal to zero. Or we can substitute b for a and conclude that any number is double itself. Our result can thus be interpreted in a number of ways, all equally ridiculous.

The paradox arises from a disguised breach of the arithmetical prohibition on division by zero, occurring at (5): since a = b, dividing both sides by (a - b) is dividing by zero, which renders the equation meaningless. As Northrop goes on to show, the same trick can be used to prove, e.g., that any two unequal numbers are equal, or that all positive whole numbers are equal."

All of these. and more, can be found at:

http://www.paradoxes.co.uk/

I loved Pac. I always have and always will. So many nights I cried, not knowing what was going to happen to my life, and I'd stare up at his poster on my wall. I always knew what song he would put on for me at that moment and I'd feel comfort. Because of him I'd keep my head up, I wasn't afraid to show my emotions and I realized that just because a guy was raised cold doesnt mean he has to be cold hearted, and I didn't have to deal with that. He was that big brother figure that I know I'd want to give it up to so bad, but scared to lose his respect. He was just so real and just did not care and times that I find myself caring too much about what people say I just wish he was here to tell me "Nicole fuck that! Fuck them!" and I'd nod my head in agreement. I just know in my heart if I knew him we would have connected. Perhaps its meant to be this way. Coming from a Black Panther mother who knows if he would have admitted to himself he was fallin for a pretty ass white girl haha. But it's okay, I know you see me Pac. And I know you smilin down on me. And I KNOW that if we had have met, you would have wrote a poem about me and not Jada Pinkett! haha

xoxox

- I recently cooked home made pizza at a party for my lad mates

- I have a preference for Sainsburys (although can't afford it week to week)

- I have chickens at home and strongly support free-range ethics/culture

- I am enthusastic and active in growing my own veg and cooking with flavour

- I have a top totty wife and lovely daughters with nice names

- I'm bit of a southerner and can speak a bit cockney (my son)

Strange eh? TV show and loada money please!

At our young adults group on wednesday night we watched a video of a speaker talking about the indescribable-ness of God. He used astronomy to put this into perspective... it was way too detailed for me to try and explain it to you here, but essentially God holds the universe in his hand, and just our galaxy alone is so immense that IF we traveled at the speed of LIGHT (light can travel around the world 7x in one second) it would take us 100,000 years to cross it. I DARE YOU... look up some pictures of the milky-way galaxy, do some research... see how small earth really is.

Neil Armstrong said it this way on his apollo 11 mission, "I put my thumb up to the window and blotted out the earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small."   

Psalms 8:3-4 Says, When I view and consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained and established, What is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You care for him?

I mean to say, that if the universe were the size of the sun, then we would be smaller than the most microscopic organism known to mankind! WE ARE TINY.  Its so easy to say that God has the whole world in his hand, and picture a man holding a ball, about the size of a bowling ball standing there...just chilling. In the eyes of God earth is a speck that seemingly we just happen to live on, and He knows are NAME? The bible even says he knows the number of hairs on our heads. I'm just totally blown away by that.

So, do you still think your big? ARE YOU SURE?... 

Earth is but a dot obscured in a beam of scattered sunlight (pinpointed by artificial blue circle). Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives.

If that doesn't just put into perspective Gods amazing love for us, that he would make all this just so we could enjoy it.

I guess the neatest part of it is were all here on earth building our telescopes that see BILLIONS of miles away, and God is holding our universe in his hand saying, "You're going to have to do a lot better then that!!

Jeffery.

chaps, getting things done, a certain someone, hemp bracelets, marijuana, history, the 60's,
hip hop, all types of good tunez, venti non-fat 180 degrees chai tea lattes, forgetting not to flirt,
being showered with compliments, the rich + the famous, down to earth people, street smarts,
kurt vonnegut, irvine welsh, acting, theatre, nos + bawls, uk emcees, lucky extra, grime,
the color gold, custom shirts and cheese.

negative:

pretentious hipster kids, cafe beano, the fucking five oh, overrated everything, the word "epic",
my math teacher, snow, rain, receiving stupid jewelry on birthdays, fuck heavy metal,
when people try to be so fucking "deep" and "philosophical", terrible drivers, being used by
ignorant fakes, war, j.k. rowling, "children of men", forgetting deodorant in the morning,
and all the hallway traffic at school.

That title might not mean alot to you at first.

"Oh, a new Lord of The Rings game you say? How interesting. Maybe I'll play it sometime down the road."

But then you start to find more information out about the game from people writing about it on awesome gaming blogs featuring amazing writers that have last names similar to metals you're familiar with and you suddenly become torn, not sure how to take the good with the bad!!

Well, I'll try and break the good and the bad down for you, as well as telling you why you should feel torn.

THE GOOD:

• Its being made by Pandemic!
• It's going to take the "Battlefield" approach and have 150 characters on screen at a time battling each other!
• Obviously those characters will be made up of the many types of Lord of The Rings races and creatures.
• It'll feature co-op with up to four people, SPLIT SCREEN ON THE SAME CONSOLE, which seems to be a dying thing or just 16 players across PSN or XBL.

• 3 single player types. Campaign: Following the events you saw in the first 3 movies. An alternate campaign: if Sauron had gotten the ring, and a skirmish mode where you're just fight through missions for fun.

THE BAD:

• Pandemic is calling this game the "spiritual successor" to the Star Wars: Battlefront games...and we all know what that means; They don't plan on making a new Battlefront anytime soon.

So as you can see, it leaves you torn with so many emotions you're not sure what to think!

Should I be happy because Pandemic knows how to make these kinds games and it'll basically be a more ambitious version of Pattlefront but set in LotR? or Should I be angry because that means I won't be seeing one of the GOOD Star Wars video game franchises returning anytime soon?

Tough call. Very tough call.

-(MS)Mike out.

1. He preferred being bald.

2. He had a terrific, if somewhat odd, sense of humor.

3. He only recently got sick - prior to this past year (and his previous bout with leukemia) he was quite healthy.

4. He loved to cook.

5. He loved his wife - a lot.

6. He loved his family too - though we were all estranged.

7. He did some really bad things for a really long time - and regretted it.

8. He didn't really change as a person - rather he gave up selfish and destructive behaviors that affected who he was to himself and everyone around him.

9. It took him many, many years to realize what he needed to do - what was the right thing to do.

10. He didn't want to die, and yet he was tired of the pain.

11. He took over 15 medications daily in the end.

12. Snowball lived - through him - because of him, she will never be forgotten.

13. Because of him, I found a little part of myself I didn't know I was missing.

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]]> http://rubsflow.wordpress.com/?p=40 Wed, 07 May 2008 08:24:14 +0000 rubsflow http://rubsflow.wordpress.com/?p=40 The root

The bark

The branches

The leaves

The fruit

The cuts

The bruises

The twists

The turns

The fallen leaves

The buds

The rings

Grow

The family

Flow less

1-Afrancesado

2-A favor de esa ''raza'', que si ya se convierte en raza oficial, permítanme ser Hitler

Asique voy a dejarlos con unos discos que realmente valen la pena, cortesia de el laburo de mucha gente.

Black Sabbath-Paranoid

Lista de temas:

1 - War Pigs/Luke's Wall - 7:55
2 - Paranoid - 2:50
3 - Planet Caravan - 4:30
4 - Iron Man - 6:00
5 - Electric Funeral - 4:50
6 - Hand of Doom - 7:10
7 - Rat Salad - 2:30
8 - Fairies Wear Boots/Jack the Stripper - 6:15

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Lista de temas:

1. War Ensemble
2. Blood Red
3. Spirit In Black
4. Expendable Youth
5. Dead Skin Mask
6. Hallowed Point
7. Skeletons Of Society
8. Temptation
9. Born Of Fire
10. Seasons In The Abyss

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Lista de temas:

1 - Fight fire with fire
2 - Ride the lightning
3 - For whom the bell tolls
4 - Fade to black
5 - Trapped under ice
6 - Escape
7 - Creeping death
8 - The call of Ktulu

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Lista de temas:
En un Lugar... (Prólogo)
Santo Grial
La Leyenda de la Mancha
Noche Toledana
Molinos de Viento
Dime con quien Andas
Maritormes
El Bálsamo de Fierabras
El Pacto
La Ínsula de Barataria
El Templo del Adios
Requiem
Ancha es Castilla (Epílogo)

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1. "Highway Star" – 6:05
2. "Maybe I'm a Leo" – 4:51
3. "Pictures of Home" – 5:03
4. "Never Before" – 3:56
5. "Smoke on the Water" – 5:40
6. "Lazy" – 7:19
7. "Space Truckin'" – 4:31

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 1. "Black Dog" (Page/Plant/Jones) - 4:54
2. "Rock and Roll" (Page/Plant/Jones/Bonham) - 3:40
3. "The Battle of Evermore" (Page/Plant) - 5:51
4. "Stairway To Heaven" (Page/Plant) - 8:03
5. "Misty Mountain Hop" (Page/Plant/Jones) - 4:38
6. "Four Sticks" (Page/Plant) - 4:44
7. "Going to California" (Page/Plant) - 3:31
8. "When the Levee Breaks" (Page/Plant/Jones/Bonham/Memphis Minnie) - 7:07

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Próximamente agregaré más al post, por lo tanto confórmense con lo que hay, choreé links pero linkeé al post original y al perfil del autor asique creo que no hay problemas :D

Saludos a todos, y comenten carajo para que sienta que estoy vivo, sino me voy a tener que cortar como los emos (?)

Battery   

After the fourth time they banned me. :]

Yeahhh.....well i tried. four times. and failed. four times. I was pretty much super mega banned.

"A usual block prevents users from editing all pages except their user talk page. Users are allowed to retain editing access to their user talk page, in order to have a chance for appeal, and so that they are not shut out completely and are able to participate at least to some degree in Wikipedia, whilst the block is active." - Wikipedia

They also blocked "my user talk page". So I wasn't normally blocked. I was super mega banned.

An administrator from Wikipedia said (and i quote), "The article claimed that the subject was born in 1342 in Atlantis and invented the time machine - go play somewhere else"

Hahaha :D

The following is what i wrote :

Manuel Wong, Born on the date of June 6th, 1342, is possibly the coolest person ever. He was born the metropolis that is Atlantis. He is a wizard and has magical powers. The role he plays, in the epic dramatic story we call "Life", is a great one. From being the main hero to civilian #1 he never disappoints. Greater than Thor (god of thunder), himself. Since the age of 4 he has done nothing but improved the world we live in. At the age of five he invented the time machine (which one day he will get around to actually building it). He is currently at the age of 666 and does not foresee death in his future any time soon, or ever for that matter. Since he is well acquainted with Marlok (King of the purple leprechauns) the purple leprechauns have given him the gift of eternal life. He could have given that gift to anyone, but he decided he doesn't like you. Also since he is best friends with Zeus, Zeus and his god buddies decided to make Manuel the god of time (As for Phoenician, the Greek god of time before Manuel, he decided to retire and move to Florida. Manuel is well acquainted with many people and mythical beings, one of his good friends is Josh who has been granted (Manuel ruler of the underworld, gave him this power) the ability to have sex with whomever he wishes by just snapping his fingers. Sadly, this never works. Today he is a laid back high school student that wishes to be a graphic designer eventually. Now of days you can catch him hanging out with friends or inventing more things that help the world, or curing cancer.

go me :]

For those who do not know what zooplankton is please refer to Wikipedia for a brief description.

"To see the world in a grain of sand, heaven in a wild flower, to hold eternity in the palm of your hand, infinity in an hour of time..."
-- William Blake

Thanks to Nikhil for suggesting the title and text. :-)
Dark colors are always favorites of most photographers. My perspective about this image says "look at the lit platform the leaf created, where the flower presents itself when its looking most beautiful."

He bought it with the money he got from his chores

He robbed a candy shop, told her, “lay down on the floor

Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer”

Lil’ Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels

To kill the infidels and American devils

A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face

Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal

Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad

That he snuck in the school in his black book bag

His black nail polish, black boots and black hat

He gonna blow away the bully that just pushed his ass

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

I killed another man today

Shot him in the back as he ran away

Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade

Cut his wife’s throat as she put her hands to pay

“Just five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball”

At least that’s what my commander say

How old? Well I’m like ten, eleven

Been fighting since I was like six or seven

Now I don’t know much about where I’m from

But I know I strike fear everywhere I come

Government want me dead so I wear my gun

I really want the rocket launcher but I’m still too young

This candy give me courage not to fear no one

To feel no pain and hear no tongue

So I hear no screams and I shed no tear

If I’m in your dreams, then your end is near

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we’re calling you

There’s a war, if the guns are just too tall for you

We’ll find you something small to use

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow

Little Weapon

Now here comes the march of the boy brigade

A macaw parade of the toys he made

And in shimmers shades, who look half his age

About half the size of the flags they wave

Camouflage suits made to fit youths

Cause ones off of dead soldiers hang a little loose

Where AK-47’s that they shooting into heaven

Like they trying to kill a Jetson that struggles little recruits

Cute, smileless, heartless, valiant’s

Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways

Can’t write their own names

Or read the words that’s on their own graves

Think you gangsta, popped a few rounds?

These kids will come through and murder a whole town

Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down

The graves get deeper the further we go down

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we’re calling you

There’s a war, if the guns are just too tall for you

We’ll find you something small to use

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow

Imagine if I had to console

The families of those slain I slayed on game consoles

I, aim my hole, right trigger to squeeze

Press up and Y, one less ass breathe

B for the bombs, press pause for your moms

Make the room silent, she don’t approve of violent games

She leave, resume activity

Start in blue heart, subpar sharp wizardry

On next part I, insert code

To sweeten up the little person’s murder workload

Artillery work for, CIA with A

A operative, a operate to scam all day

I hold the controller connected to the soldier

With weapons on his shoulders, he’s only seconds older

Than me, me, playful but serious

Now keep that on mind for online experience

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we’re calling you

There’s a war, if the guns are just too tall for you

We’ll find you something small to use

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we’re calling you

There’s a war, if the guns are just too tall for you

We’ll find you something small to use

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow

As iron beast slips away

Leaving only ghosts

A graveyard on ocean floor

A testament to madness

08.24.2007

Zero Anon

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Infiltrating the ranks of the local fishing community this week by gingerly donning my oldest, crummiest clothes was no mean feat for this rookie deepsea fisherman. Nevertheless, those rags allowed me to slip in without raising any attention whatsoever from a couple of 5am beer drinkers at the popular event.

There she was, the Conti Pursuit, my vessel for this adventure into the deep.

“Avast there matey, mind if I come aboard?” I piped up cheerily. Skipper Phil Kolbe raised a weary 6am eyebrow – for future reference, 15th century pirate slang isn‘t used much at this jetty. Phil nevertheless welcomed me aboard and introduced me to his gum-booted crew for this mission. Alan was a man of few words and even more gas, while Andre, the youngest on board, courted a whirlwind romance with words even the saltiest of sea dogs would have cringed at.

We left the safety of the Port Elizabeth harbour and set a course to the starting line at Shark Rock Pier, where we joined the hundreds of anglers awaiting the flare to signal the start of the competition.

A few camera flashes were visible at this ungodly hour, the sun barely peeking out from the east and the two-way radio crackling and hissing into life.

There‘s a prayer for all fishermen – may our lines be tight and our journey safe – and then the flare shot off into the chilled morning sky. Engines suddenly screamed to life and then we were heading out to sea.

Two hours splashed by. Up, down, side to side – maybe that hurriedly scoffed pie hadn‘t been the best idea.

But the crew took it all in their stride – only time would tell if their constitutions would stay strong.

“Alright lads, the water here looks warm, let‘s put some lines out. Let the fishing commence!”

And that it did. Lines came out and ratchets on, all at a speed to slow Mr Sulu. Yes, the waiting game had begun.

Hours dragged by, the sun baked down mercilessly and rugby pretty much became the main conversation for the next few hours. The Bulls, the Sharks, the Stormers . . . all Greek to me as I‘m a cricket man myself. Best keep my trap shut, I thought, and simply observe these men; study their habits.

But how could they continue for hours on end about this game? Any second now they were surely going to bring out the brandy and Coke.

Some 50km out to sea, this wasn‘t the sort of place to disagree with them, and I was certain they would get into that evil stuff soon.

Fortunately, it seems I had been invited by executive fishermen – the absence of torn T-shirts should have given that away immediately.

When you‘re not catching fish, the conversation is generally about catching fish, fish that have been caught and fish to be caught. That is, when you‘re not talking rugby.

Keeping to my corner, I realised these men must have spent a lot of time onboard this boat, as they seemed to know the countless variations of noises the reels made when a fish decided to run.

WHIZZZZZ!, fish, fish, fish; mad fumbling. Drag off, ratchet off; reel that baby in. Adrian reels madly, keeping his line tight, playing with the fish, tiring it out; he‘s not going anywhere.

“This one‘s in the bag, boys, our luck has turned!”

“Dorado!”

Brilliant yellow and blue jumps out of the water, twisting and flapping as it gets airborne.

With the flap of that fish‘s tail, it all dawned on me. Tuna Classic fishing was not about running away from the wife or girlfriend, a chance to talk “man”; spending time with close friends or weary and hairy reporters.

It was about the thrill of the hunt, pitting your mettle against creatures from the deep trying to drag you down with them.

You couldn‘t see what you were fighting, never knowing until the fight was over, if that moment even came.

 The Standard Bank Tuna Classic ends today. The final weigh-in will be between 3 and 4.30pm. If the weather is poor, yesterday‘s weigh-in will be considered the final one.

School has me thinking of my future... a new possible future, or maybe a different future but in the same industry. I have choices and for once in my life I don't know which path I will take. I've been so single-minded and driven in my career to keep getting promoted, to keep moving up, to keep getting more money. I've never really considered what I wanted to do, just what I needed to do to make more money.

Now my focus is still concerned with money - after all, this is a material world, and I am a material girl. But now I'm looking at what else is out there, what else interests me. I'm learning that maybe there are some things I do actually like about the skills I've learned even if I'm not overly fond of the industry I'm in. And I'm learning that there are other paths out there that I find so fascinating and scary at the same time.

I've not really focused on my dating life, other than my love Jeff, though I've not exactly being a wall flower either. I'm learning that I still have some reservations about other people in my life. Trust issues, if you will. I keep working on those issues but I guess I have to cut myself some slack in that arena. Or maybe, just maybe that special someone will come along just when I least expect it and will shake those last little issues right off.

I even have to admit to all of you and to myself that trust in friendships has been more than just shaken, but entirely shattered beyond anything I've known my entire life. Obviously, based on previous posts, I'm just as responsible as others. But I look back at the last few friendships I've had and I realized I never really knew those people as well as I thought. It would make a weaker person doubt themselves. But looking inside, I can honestly say I've always known who I was - maybe I don't always make the right choices, maybe sometimes I make the wrong decision, but I am a good person. Maybe I need to remember that a little more when choosing friends.

Still, as always, I am hopeful for the best and looking forward to the opportunity to meet more people, keep expanding my horizon, and keep growing my own personal bubble as much as possible. I look forward, not behind (or at least I'm still trying to not look behind) all while I'm enjoying as much of my present as possible.