End It Finally! – A Sad Blast From The Past

It has started again. One of the cruelest things done by human kind. One of the things that make me so sad and frustrated. I feel numb as there is not much I can do. I’m too much of a coward to head over there and throw me between those monsters and their helpless victims. Too much of a coward to be as brave (maybe extreme) as the Sea Shepherds. So I feel I do nothing. I feel I have blood on my hands too because I know it’s happening again. Nothing I can do but share the sad fact that this sick and cruel tradition is still going on. When will it ever stop??? When will it be forbidden? When will we realize that traditions like that have no room in this world anymore?

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Haka – Did You Know…

… That the Haka (plural is the same as singular: haka) is a traditional ancestral war cry, dance or challenge from the Māori people of New Zealand. It is a posture dance performed by a group, with vigorous movements and stamping of the feet with rhythmically shouted accompaniment.

War haka were originally performed by warriors before a battle, proclaiming their strength and prowess in order to intimidate the opposition, but haka are also performed for various reasons: for welcoming distinguished guests, or to acknowledge great achievements, occasions or funerals, and kapa haka performance groups are very common in schools.

The New Zealand sports teams’ practice of performing a haka before their international matches has made the haka more widely known around the world. This tradition began with the 1888–89 New Zealand Native football team tour and has been carried on by the New Zealand rugby team since 1905.

I came across this funny advertising, using the Haka. Hope you enjoy as well 😉

A Sand Corn To Rebuild

Christmas, for some reason, always was that time of the year I looked deep inside. The time you think about what’s going on in your life, what’s going on in the world. Maybe even the time to really take in what’s going on around you. This year is no different.

When I was a child Christmas was the time when everyone was hoping that there’s enough snow everywhere so people would spend their holidays in the town I lived, skiing. It was the time when business was supposed to start really picking up. A time everyone was really busy. So we usually celebrated on Christmas Eve and then again with my godmother on Christmas Day, again by having dinner there as everyone was working.

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