The Biggest Balls Definitely’s Not Yours

I will like to think that I am beyond criticizing these days.The old adage that if you cannot beat them,you avoid them sounds or at least rings a tune to me.I have to mention this snippet of an incident to highlight why sometimes I find that some guys just have their balls in the wrong location.

About 5 days ago,I had received a text message from a close friend of mine.Around 2 am.A female.Oh okie,it’s actually a cherished former soulmate.She texted,asking how I was and how the baby was.Since it was kinda late,I ignored the messaged and decided to text her  a reply at a later opportunity.That later opportunity was yesterday evening,as I was on my way home.The typical bored me,texted her a message replying that everything was good,and the baby was good and kindly asked how she was faring herself.I did not get an immediate reply though.So,when Igot home,I received a call from an unknown mobile number.The bane of my career these days,is that I will pick up any unknown calls,cause you never know who will be at the end of the line.Anyway I picked it up and a man’s voice was heard,

Do You Know Me Well Enuff?

Facebook has this wacky application where one is able to create a series of questions,designed to find out if people around you truly knows you.It’s that application called”How well do you know?”.It’s wacky only for the sheer fact,that it can set temperatures rising.As typified by my missus the other day,when I posted my very own version of it.It was amusing noting just how berserk she went,when she discovered that she scored somewhere in the 50% region.*lol*.She claimed that the answers that I had designed for the posted questions were “fake”.Meaning that I probably did not mean it.I got the same response from my sister who excitedly claim that I had manipulated my answers,as it was not reflective of who I was.

Two Steps.One on the Ego,the other One Forward.

I’ve kept away from you,for quite a while have I not?So,did you miss me?Well,I did.But being bereft of inspiration can be a bane.Especially on someone like me.A Bruce Wayne underneath that cloak of a financial planner.Life is ironically boring when so many exciting things are happening.Like how my beloved Redbacks has to go through that upheaval of getting new players.It’s not so much about the movement of players,especially in this era of transfer dealings being ridiculously expounded.In  my social context however,it’s more of players moving to play in other teams.No qualms about it,because I am an advocate of human rights.Free to play,free to go.But it’s the manner at which some individuals hasten their departures,that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth,which have me nodding in agreement with my theory that our next generation have a lot to make up.Apart from one,it was disappointing that a major part of the leaving players lacked the balls to perhaps,just bid a word of farewell.I mean,it’s as good as entering someone’s house,dining and shitting there,and having the audacity to just walk out the gates.Of course,my theory of free to play,free to go applies.What am saying is that,a usual,unassuming human being usually has that thing called decency of manners.It’s a rhetorical statement if we pinpoint such things to parenting or education,cause I never liked to blame both.Cause as Arsene Wenger and Fergie said,”If you are good enough,you are old enough.”Which in their case,might be neither.But I don’t blame such individuals.Being tenacious and zealous young men,it just means that they need to express their talents and egos on a platform where they are not stifled or confined to the rigid standings of middle aged men.It just means that they see,their man management and creative streaks are best exploited at a level,where they can pat themselves in the back everytime on a job well done,without having the figments of advices of middle aged men who do not know what they are talking about,after playing football for the number of years these young men have lived.It’s regrettable,that somehow,the analogy of blowing bubble is apt for this context.For these young men,are blowing a bubble big enough for them to encapsulate themselves in.

Can You Book That Book For Me?

Yesterday evening was quite a day.And by that I mean,that I discovered a facet of myself.Was scheduled to have an appointment over at Funan at 1830.I reached City Hall at 1700,right after my session of public speaking coaching with the girls at CHIJ.Several things came to mind as to how I could spend that one and a half hour,but I decided to prioritize.Off I went to have my late lunch at Long John Silver,over at Capitol building.Settled for Golden Deal with two chickens,with coleslaw added.As time passes,I am inclined to believe that either my eyes are failing me,or the chicken that they serve these days are getting smaller.Anyway,it is in my personal opinion,that the coleslaw offered at LJS,happens to be the best in those served at fast food joints.Second best is Tenderbest’s.I plonked myself in one of the seats so that I could face the windows,and watch the world pass me by as I ate.Scores of minahs and mats walked past.Most of the minahs,were eye candy.Visual feast,because it seemed like that they wanted their family jewels to pop out of their tight clothings.Ample cleavages showcased by girls barely old enough,to buy cigarettes.I was pertubed,because I never had those kind of girls whilst I was in secondary.Finished my meal in a record time of 25 minutes,and headed straight out to the building next to Capitol.

Therapy For The Recessions

When was the last time you cried?Why did you cry?What did you cry over?

I’ve been fascinated by the therapeutic powers of crying.Somehow,the Creator has installed within our bodily functions,the faculty of therapy and inner healing.Why am I talking about crying?Obviously because,my baby cries.As I hold him,every single day,I’m amazed by the fact that Allah hath made crying,the first mode of understood communication.Babies cry,and we adults interpret those cries as a host of things.Discomfort,nappy changing time,hunger,itch,calling for attention and other important things to a baby.As they grow older,such cries are substituted by words.Funny though that even words,still get misinterpreted.

I heard somewhere the other day,that our Father,Adam,when he was banished to Earth had bowed his head and knelt,crying asking for forgiveness from his Lord for 200 years.He was ashamed of his sin.I am ashamed of myself.I cannot even “sujud” for 10 minutes.And I’ve committed more sin,that’s for sure.

When was the last time I cried whilst praying?

Anyway,if you have not listened to Qari Ziyad Patel recite the Quran,I implore and suggest that you do so.Wait let me rephrase that.You must.It will be a blasphemous shame,if you die without listening to the beauty of the Holy Scriptures,recited by this blessed man.It’s so beautiful.The kind of beta melody that will put you into that alter consciousness.Imagine just sitting alone,in the vast plains of the sandy desert,without anything else but your MP3 with the recitations being played.

Just a sample of how you can get the winners of 8 seasons of American Idols,have them sing the best composed song on Earth,and still they will lose to the sheer relaxation factor,the voice above had given through the holy verses.

I hope this short entry,will get you moving to download the MP3s of the above reciter.Believe me,it’s one of the cheapest self healing method you can ever employ on yourselves.Relaxation guaranteed.

Relics For Clerics

I opened the newspaper today and read an article on the upcoming Maulidur Rasul celebrations/event that will be organized at the National Stadium.It was the same event that caught my attention yesterday,as there was a small advert given to me.It will showcase the collaboration of a local mosque and an organization spearheaded by a local Ustadz.I have mixed feelings when I read through the itinerary of the program on the aforementioned date.There will be a selawat recitation session by ex Singapore national footballers.And they’ve been practicing for this event.There will also be a mini honorary procession of some sort for local and Indonesian clerics,who had been invited for this special event.The news report mentioned that there could be around 30 Indonesian clerics that had been specially invited to grace the occassion.

Hello HALO!!!

Some songs just seem to illuminate your inner being.The flavor song for me this month has been Ahmir’s cover of Beyonce’s Halo.Ahmir throws me back to the ages of Boyz 2 Men and their Motownphilly genre of smooth RnB songs.You know,the kinda that soothes your mind,clears your thoughts and just makes you feel as though you are in another planet altogether,standing beside Dr Manhattan.

The month of March has been relatively slow for me in sales.Not because I was not meeting people.I was.But the sales just seemed to be halted at one stage or another.Well,they say that wealth is best derived from the grace of Allah,and not to be acquired with unnecessary urgency.Hopefully,it’ll be good.