Next Stop.Labor Ward.

There is something worse than knowing that your baby is due at a certain date.It is worse when you realize that time seems to inch its way so ever slowly,towards that blessed day.Going for the last checkup last two days was kinda enlightening.We were supposed to check on the baby’s heartbeat.The device amplified each beat with the frequency of a drum beater,where you’ll hear the highs and the lows.At a range from 132 to 175,I seriously wondered just what a baby can do inside that bag of water he’s in.

Possible Impossibility

I grew intellectually today. By an inch I guess. Because I learned something profound. Well at least in my context that is. Here’s the trivia. What is the difference between a Muslim Malay professional and a professional Malay Muslim? I know what you are thinking, because I had that same aghast quizzical look on my face too. What kinda question was it? It was posed by Clive, Director at Vector Score Card, managing consultant for EDC.

The Moon Living Its Life

Live Your Life : TI and Rihanna

I was never a fan of Rap music.But this song caught my attention when I viewed it recently on MTV.Well,Rihanna being part of the setup was one thing though.What captivated me was the theme.You know how the Rap genre had the connotations of sex,violence and drugs.Or about how living in the hood was all about.Funnily enough,this song had all of that and more.I read through the lyrics and found that it had the genius of a poet trapped in a gangster’s physicality.TI,(the singer),apparently had lived through the life of a rapper growing in the hood.And the theme of the song is all about him stepping out of that “road”.He wants to pursue a better life.He spoke of how the “industry” is now diluted with people who are just lost in moral priorities.People who are rich but poor in happiness and satisfactions.He spoke about people bringing a sort of false expectations to the “industry”,with nonsensical comparisons such as cars,wealth and others.

Who The Hell Is This Consultant?

It’s been quite a while since I last had a confrontation of any sort.And it’s been quite a while since I had the pleasure of noting,how someone can view me as a threat/annoyance/prick.I had that humble privilege last few nights.At Masjid Abdul Razak.But before that,let me share a short preview.

The Son,The Father and The Whatever

Aaaaah.The beauty of not being inspired for a week.The wondrous pleasure of realizing that being inspired these days,no longer takes the form of cleavage displaying ladies walking around in barely there outfits.The rapturous satisfaction of knowing that my dream car could possibly not be RX 8 anymore,but perhaps a CR 7.And yes,it does not mean Cristiano Ronaldo. It just means that. CR 7.

I enjoyed the weekend,because I discovered a facet of my demonic self.Played a friendly soccer game with my weekly social outfit,Stamford FC.We duly lost that game 5 – 3.But I enjoyed the loss.Because I expressed myself.And by that,I mean,I screamed,shouted and swore.After the game,I reflected quietly to myself,as to why I had a Jekyll and Hyde kinda performances with my two social teams,Redbacks and Stamford.It dawned on me,on that familiar camaraderie with Stamford.The fact that the players I had screamed at,came up to me and said,