Been a freaking long while since i even got time to sit still to check my personal emails let alone update my forsaken blog. Like the title says, time really flies when you have truck loads of shit to clean up in the office. Just managed to complete 2 con-current projects in my office with a third one still in the process and to be completed by next week pending the final updates.
Imagine having to treat ya house like a hotel, spending just 8 hours at home while the rest of the day is spent in the office slogging it out to migrate over 50 work-stations and notebooks to a new domain sever and email domain. Been a hellish 2 weeks for me in terms of having no social life or what-so-ever. Hardly even managed to watch any tv when i get back home the past couple of days, usually after 12 or 1 am.
Been working like a mad-man and am a walking zombie. 5 hours of sleep ain't cutting it and i am seriously burned out. Well, thats the boring update on me since i went AWOL (again) from blogsphere the past 3 weeks.
That being said, was still happy with the fact that my footie team in red - LFC is doing bloody well to give the hated "you know who" a run for their money. The last 3 results have been absolutely brilliant. 5-0 against Real and 1-4 against "you know who" certainly help me keep a cool head in an already crazy fortnight. Left work last night to arrive home in time to watch another brilliant game against Villa and see us give them a thorough thumping - 5-0. Well, seems like all my frustration and worry about the season has vanish.... well most of it anyway in the space of just 3 games. Football is a crazy business and the ball is round, so ya just dunno whats gonna happen until the season truly ends and the fat lady sings.
Till then, it's back to slogging it out with my notebook again until end of the month when i'll be truly free and relaxed.
-JonC-
Monday, March 23, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
What's left of this land?
What's left of this land?
Where the security forces intimidate and abuse,
Where the security forces take sides,
Where one is guilty until proven other wise,
Where the security forces are political pawns.
What's left of this land?
Where money and power will set you free,
Where serious crimes are like a movie,
Where political misuse of power is rampant,
Where honour has a price.
What's left of this land?
When the rule of law is missing,
When the corrupted are ruling,
When rules are bent and broken for personal gain,
When the very people entrusted to judge are questionable.
What's left of this land?
When royalty take sides,
When the voices of the people is nothing,
When tyrants are running the show,
When the citizens are ignored.
What's left of this land?
Where promises of prosperity, freedom and justice once prevail,
Where bad apples are trying to divide us,
Where law and constitution are turning into a playground,
Where honour is but a distant memory.
What's left of this land?
Where i had great dreams of,
Where i wanted to see become great,
Where time is fast running out,
Where we're all turning into a joke.
What's left of this land?
How can we be free?
When can justice prevail?
Where is our hopes and dreams?
Who can answer me?
Where the security forces intimidate and abuse,
Where the security forces take sides,
Where one is guilty until proven other wise,
Where the security forces are political pawns.
What's left of this land?
Where money and power will set you free,
Where serious crimes are like a movie,
Where political misuse of power is rampant,
Where honour has a price.
What's left of this land?
When the rule of law is missing,
When the corrupted are ruling,
When rules are bent and broken for personal gain,
When the very people entrusted to judge are questionable.
What's left of this land?
When royalty take sides,
When the voices of the people is nothing,
When tyrants are running the show,
When the citizens are ignored.
What's left of this land?
Where promises of prosperity, freedom and justice once prevail,
Where bad apples are trying to divide us,
Where law and constitution are turning into a playground,
Where honour is but a distant memory.
What's left of this land?
Where i had great dreams of,
Where i wanted to see become great,
Where time is fast running out,
Where we're all turning into a joke.
What's left of this land?
How can we be free?
When can justice prevail?
Where is our hopes and dreams?
Who can answer me?
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