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Is someone getting the best of you?

Aug 19, 2009 by FNC

I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holdin' you
Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse
Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You'd die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
Your trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
I've got another confession my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Aanpassings

Jun 28, 2009 by FNC

Wel, ek is nou amptelik uit my flat, en in by die ou mense.
Ek voel soos die ou in die joke wat van 'n 50 verdieping gebou val, en by elke vloer wat verby gaan se hy "So far so good, So far so good!"
Dis snaaks hoe 'n mens gewoond raak aan dinge om jou en hoe klein dinge jou uit jou roetine kan haal. Ek dink die eerste vreemde ding wat ek opgemerk het by my nuwe tuiste is die bad. Ek weet dis weird maar die bad freak my uit. Die bad is anders as wat ek gewoond is. My ou bad was so tipe van 'n plastiek besigheid, en die nuwe bad (wat uintlik die ou bad is as jy daaraan dink, want ek het vir 20 jaar daar gebly) is meer van 'n sement caramiek besigheid. So nou is ek gewoond om op die rand van my bad te sit..... En dis winter.......
Nou sonder om in te veel detail in te gaan, kry ek die eerste aand die skok van my lewe en amper frostbite op my knaters.
Die nuwe bad het wel sy voordele. Dis een moerse lang bad, en jy kan lekker uitgestrek daar le. Maar dan kom daar weer 'n probleem. Dis baie meer werk om die ding skoon te maak. Kom ons wees nou maar eerlik, as dit kom by bad was is ouens maar traag om die minste te se. Maar nou is dit my eerste aand daar en ek wil by beste voetjie voorsit so ek kry toe so mase pot groen pine gel en ek begin skrop. Die bad is so freakishly groot, dat teen die tyd wat ek klaar is hang daar so groen mushroom cloud in die badkamer, asof iemand 'n nuclear pine gel bom daar laat val het. Jy het amper 'n gas mask nodig om daar te kan asem haal.
Wel te minste was die bad skoon.
Aanpassings is nie altyd maklik nie, maar soos hulle se Adapt or Die!

Panga Man

Jun 22, 2009 by FNC

Ok, so ek was al in 'n paar weird sutsuasies(dink aan die police chopper wat ek gemoon het), maar gistraand was 'n nuwe level van insane. Ek is by 'n bday party, en dis al laat en almal is lekker dronk.

Ek weet nie wat gebeur het nie, maar ek sit nog so by die bar saam met 'n girl toe twee ouens in my vas "val". Ons al 3 gaan grond toe soos een moerse sak aartaples. Die volgende ding wat ek onthou is mense wat skree "kry die panga, kry die panga!!!" Fokkit, dis gevaarlik hier!!!

Nou weet ek nie wat gebeur het nie, maar daar het 'n fight uitgebreuk, en een dude ruk toe 'n panga uit en begin mense chop. 'n Ander ou se duim is amper af, en nog 'n ou het 'n slash op sy bors.

Gelukig was niemand te erinstig beseer nie en die panga man is gestop (en hard geskop blykbaar). Needless to say, die party was oor. Ek het nog nooit gesien 'n kuier kom so vinnig tot 'n totale stop nie.

Bottom line, wees altyd waaksaam, want jy weet nooit wanneer een of ander asshole 'n panga gaan uit ruk en 'n lekker aand gaan opchop nie.

Die Vraagstuk

May 25, 2009 by FNC

Die naweek(wat super lekker was) vra iemand my wat ek wil he in die lewe. Op die oomblik kon ek nie regtig antwoord nie. Maar as ek nou daar aan dink, dan weet ek dat ek dit nie self kan atwoord nie, ek wil liewers iemand anders se andwoord steel. Dankie aan Jack Parrow.

Ek soek kaffeien, ek soek nikotien, ek soek my steak gaar
Ek soek 'n meisie wat wag as ek dronk uitstap by die bar
Ek soek 'n enkel, ek soek 'n dubbel, ek soek 'n trippel sonder vra
Ek soek 'n wens masjien so as ek vra is alles kla daar
Ek soek meisies sonder high-heels, ek soek meisies sonder bys
Ek soek meisies wat saam met my staan en vir almal dit wys
Ek soek regte vriende, vriende wat deur alles staan by my
Ek soek vriende wat die heeltyd by dieselfde styl bly
Ek soek my jeans los, ek soek my hare een kleur
Ek soek 'n lewe sonder dwelms sodat ek weet wat gebeur
Ek soek dronk inhibisie, ek soek uitkyk en 'n visie
Ek soek minder wannabe's en meer mense met 'n misie
Ek soek minder mtv, ek soek mense wat in hulle psige delf
Ek soek net fokken mense wat fokken dink vir hulle self
Ek soek goeie waves, ek soek parties op die strand
Ek soek 'n yskoue bier en 'n joint in my hand

Ek soek kruise, ek soek labels, ek soek engele ek soek duiwels
Ek soek mense met messe, ek soek mense met bybels
Ek soek mense wat hou van tripop, ek soek mense wat hou van trans
Ek soek mense wat hou van hip-hop en langarm dans
Ek soek poppies, ek soek gangsters, ek soek jocks, ek soek boere
Ek soek mense wat drink, kots en kruip oor die vloere
Ek soek parties by Evol ek soek parties by die shack
Ek soek parties by Danskraal ek soek parties by my flat
Ek soek castle ek soek hunters ek soek port ek soek wyn
Ek soek die cain train, ek soek bottels brandewyn,
Ek soek water ek is dors, ek soek tjops ek soek wors
Ek soek mense wat nie kwaad raak nie as ek mors
Ek soek liefde ek soek haat, ek's bly dan is ek kwaad
Ek soek mense wat by my kuier tot dit laat raak.
Ek soek drinking games waar niemand ooit wen nie
Ek soek 'n bar waar ek kan drink waar niemand my ken nie

So wie gaan by my staan in die koue oggend ryp
Wie gaan by my staan as die donker suutjies inkruip
Wie gaan le in my arms as die tortelduiwe roep, as die son opstaan opsoek na vars bloed
Want vriende bly vriende maar jy staan eintlik alleen,
as die donderweer slaan, staan jy alleen in die reen
As die vloede kom soek jy alleen vir 'n brug
Ek stap in donker strate opsoek na 'n straatlig
Die enigste ligte in die nag is die vure van hel
Die enigste vriende wat jy het, het al lankal geval
In die donker ure skink net duiwels nog 'n dop
Satan sit saam't sy kinders en kyk hoe kom die son op
As ek op die dood is wie gaan langs my bed sit en vir my bid,
Wie gaan in die grys mis blomme op my graf sit
Ag fokkit, klaar geworry, ek's klaar, as jy my soek ek is die ou met die snor by die bar

Die Heuwels Fantasties - Die Vraagstuk

Egor Push the SWITCH!.

Apr 02, 2009 by FNC

So last night I finally decided to pull my finger out of my ass and upgrade my home workstation from pclos07 to 09. I armed myself with a bottle of wine and started.

I have a separate partition for my home folder. I had to move my home folder to a new partition after I ran out of space a while ago (note to self: document how you did this).

I booted the live CD and begin the install. The install picked up my current ext3 partitions and automatically recommended my old home partition to be mounted as /home. I have to say that the install was extremely painless and easy, a walk in the park.

After all the files were copied I shut the box down and removed the CD. Before I could help myself I yelled: "EGOR - PUSH THE SWITCH!" Sadly the Egor did not show up.

The box booted flawlessly. I created the user account and logged in. And like magic shooting from a wizard's wand, I had my desktop exactly like I left it before the reinstall. My background, icons, startup programs, bookmarks, favorites, everything was exactly like I left it. I opened Amarok, and was pleasantly surprised to find even my media libraries and playlist EXACTLY like I left it.

This makes upgrading/reinstall a breeze, even though I don't know why you would need to reinstall Linux. My PCLOS07 box ran without problems for almost 2 years. I only had a problem once when I messed up compiz. That's says a lot. One serious problem in 2 years! If I think back to my windows days, I had to do a reinstall every 3 months!!

There are a few hiccups to be honest. For one alsaconf does not keep its settings after x restarts. I seem to recall a similar problem with my install of pclos07, but as to be expected I did not document it. Also my keyboard behaves weird in vi. I have seen this vi problem before, but have never really bothered to fix it (btw I fixed this by installing vim-common). I recon now is a good time. In all fairness, if there were no issues, what would be the fun in that??

Bottom line?

Your favorite linux distro: Free

Bottle of wine: R60

Reinstalling the most advance OS in the world while getting pissed and not messing it up:Priceless!!!

Musiek wat ek laaik.

Mar 20, 2009 by FNC

Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just dont seem the same
Actin funny, but I dont know why
scuse me while I kiss the sky

Purple haze all around
Dont know if Im comin up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me

Purple Haze all in my eyes,
don't know if it's day or night,
you've got me blowing, blowing my mind
is it tomorrow or just the end of time?

Sweet Poem

Mar 17, 2009 by FNC

Wel dit was nou lank wat ek nie my site ge update het nie. Maar nou het ek nuwe stuff gekry om op te sit. Hierdie is cool gedig wat ek in 'n movie gesien het.

"The Square Root of Three" by David Feinberg

I'm sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

RTFM

Dec 3, 2008 by DVL Team

RTFM

One day a Novice came to the Master.
"Master," he said, "How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?".
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code?" the Master asked.
"No," replied the Novice. The Master sent the Novice on a quest to the Store of Software.
Many hours later the Novice returned.
"Master," he said, "How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?".
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code?" the Master asked.
"Yes," replied the Novice.
The Master frowned at the Novice.
"You have a Compiler of Source. What now can prevent you from becoming a Writer of Programs?".
The Novice fidgeted nervously and presented his Compiler of Source to the Master.
"How is this used?" asked the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Manual of Operation?" the Master asked.
"No," replied the Novice.
The Master instructed the Novice as to where he could find the Manual of Operation.

Many days later the Novice returned.
"Master," he said, "How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?".
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code?" the Master asked.
"Yes," replied the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Manual of Operation?" the Master asked.
"Yes," replied the Novice.
The Master frowned at the Novice.
"You have a Compiler of Source, and a Manual of Operation. What now can prevent you from becoming a Writer of Programs?".

At this the Novice fidgeted nervously and presented his Manual of Operations to the Master.
"How is this used?" asked the Novice.
The Master closed his eyes, and heaved a great sigh.
The Master sent the Novice on a quest to the School of Elementary.

Many years later the Novice returned.
"Master," he said, "How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?".
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code, a Manual of Operation and an Education of Elementary?" the Master asked.
"Yes," replied the Novice.
The Master frowned at the Novice.
"What then can prevent you from becoming a Writer of Programs?".

The Novice fidgeted nervously. He looked around but could find nothing to present to the Master.
The Master smiled at the Novice.
"I see what problem plagues you." said the Master.
"Oh great master, please tell me." asked the Novice.

The Master turned the Novice toward the door, and with a supportive hand on his shoulder said, "Go young Novice, and Read The Fucking Manual." And so the Novice became enlightened.

Hoekom is dit hier

Nov 21, 2008 by FNC

Weet jy wie weet hoekom is dit hier?
Wie?
Fok weet!
Casper de Vries

Anyway nie om kras te wees nie, maar hierdie site is eintlik maar net 'n tydverdryf.

Die ding is ek raak gou verveeld. Ek laaik ook die template, lyk baie cool!
En aangesien ek hierdie domain het, hoekom gebruik ek dit nie. :-)
So hierdie is my nuwe tyd verdryf, my version van 'n blogg.Noem dit maar Franna se plekkie op die net. Facebook is overrated! Baie dankie vir Arcsin vir die template. Die OpenSource community is sooooo kewl!

Ek gaan probeer om gereeld nuwe contend op te sit. Ignoreer asb my spel voute. Spelling was nog nooit my ding nie.
Stuur gerus vir my stuff as jy dit op my site wil sit.

Froxy

Nov 25, 2008 by FNC

Aan al my goeie vrinne, kersfees kom vroeg die jaar.
So ek weet daar is mense wat by plekke werk waar die network administrator 'n pyn in die gat is. Waar internet geblok word en mense verbied word om op Facebook te gaan (al is Facebook overrated).
Vir my is dit eenvouding net onaanvaarbaar! Die internet en "kennis" as 'n geheel behoort tog aan die mense, en moet nie onderdruk en gemanipuleer (as dit is hoe mens dit spel) word nie. Hoe kan hulle julle verbied tot sekere websites?

Never fear when Fran is near!

Ek gee vir julle Froxy - Franna se proxy
Met Froxy kan jy enige website access sonder dat dit geblok word. Gebruik dit en wys die network admins hulle is nie All Mighty nie.
Warning: Moet nie die trick try waar ek Network Admin is nie, my servers is veels te secure!!!
Vir enige ander network, gebruik die link links.

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