content is king
Ramadan Kareem everyone.
Remember to focus on your desired outcomes.
Update: Alhamdulilah, on day1 I was able to workout. That’s right. During Ramadan. And it felt awesome! InshaAllah, will continue this tomorrow too!
I’m learning New Code NLP.
It’s fascinating and incredible how it mirrors many islamic principles. The Mrs and I are thinking of footnote-ing references.
I wonder who else within our groups has studied this.
I wish I could explain to you, how drunk you get me, how tipsy you make me, how utterly flipsidedly drained you leave me. It’s true – I’m addicted to you.
Come here – just one more sip.
That’s where I am. Wifey is in a meeting with her client and I’m doing office work at a local wifi spot/center thingamajig.
I did not, however calculate the following:
a) The Giant Hulk toy poster that is towering over me (left side). It’s almost 8 feet tall. To a kid, that must be over 271 feet tall. That’s pretty tall.
b) I don’t do breakfast. That doesn’t not mean I’m immune to the smells emanating from this waffle stand right infront of my table. Yes, I have thought of the same thing as you dear reader: why me god, why me?
c) The security guard who keeps wandering by and likes to walk behind me to take in the view – we’re on the 2nd floor. It’s a huge floor yet he keeps migrating to me. I’m not sure what to make of that. Perhaps he wants a tutorial on how to use a Mac. I can’t be certain. That’s why I have Windows running in the background too. update: egads! he’s back!
I’m hungry. I wonder when Wifey will be done. Then we get to eat nihari. And popcorn.
God I would love some popcorn right about now.
No matter where you go
you’ll never find your way home
you’ll never find your way home
no matter where you go
-Travis (scottish band)
Ofcourse, Travis has never been treated to the fantastic smell of onions frying that immediately converts any place into a home.
Now that your loved one is frying onions, what are you supposed to do?
This: sneak into the kitchen, distract said cook, wildly grab the boiling hot golden brown onions and stuff them in your mouth. Please remember to avoid the angry spatula of the cook, the mad hot oil drops flying in the air and be prepared for your eyes to roll in delight at this savory stolen snack. Any injuries you incur will be considered Scars Of War.
What helps you change a place into a home?
My facebook status clearly states that I’m back in the blogging business. It’s a business now you see.
I used to blog for many reasons before. Many have been guessed but a few intentions still remain undiscovered. And I like that. I like that there are parts of me that even the most intelligent of my friends can’t guess. That I’m not so easy to read. That there is within me much that you cannot see.
It’s taken many many months to realize but I know that I still have the ability to surprise people. Blogging again. That has surprised many. Thank you for that.
And now I must return to the real world and live adventures so that I may swiftly blog about them and wait anxiously for the comments.
I had breakfast today.
Firstly, I rarely have breakfast. I don’t do cereal, eggs or bagels. I don’t do orange juice, smoothies or – well, I do do coffee. Oh good coffee, I love thee. And the love of the month is Caribou Coffee.
Today, the mrs and I snuck out early and drove down to Abu Dhabi where we dined on eggs benedict, salmon and steak. While the food was great, the company – just me and the mrs while the kids slept at home and the good assistant monitored them.
We walked around the mall, stopped at odd stores and bought a few things here and there (hint: baby clothes). It was just great.
And that was that. Nothing crazy. Nothing big. Nothing over the top.
A good breakfast day. My kind of a day.
I’m doing fine, alhamdulilah. It’s been a busy life but I think I’m ready to start now.
So, how are you?
Eid mubarak.
p.s. How’s that for an update =)
For my wedding their has only been 2 things that I ever wanted.
1. I wanted to arrive at the wedding riding on an elephant playing the music from Alladin, specifically “Prince Ali”.
” Prince Ali! Handsome is he, Ali Ababwa
That physique! How can I speak
Weak at the knee
Well, get on out in that square
Adjust your veil and prepare
To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali!”
Multiple reasons really. You go to all of these weddings, and they are all the same. 3 days later 80% of the crowd doesn’t remember anything but the food. 2 months later 90% has forgotten everything but the food. 1 yr later everyone but the bride/groom/family forgets everything.
Now though…if I arrived on an elephant though….would anyone forget that wedding? Just imagine…you’re sitting inside of the hall and wondering why the food’s taking so long to arrive…when you hear a faint rumble. You glance at the water glass and see the ripple through it. You hear loud drums, and music…so you get up to see what it is. You join the crowd of rubberneckers at the door seeing what’s coming. All of a sudden an ELEPHANT wanders around the corner, surrounded by a whole group of people. On top of the elephant is the groom.
3 yrs later you’re at another boring wedding, talking about the food and wondering why it’s not their yet. You look and see the water glass jiggle. You wonder, but then you see the kid who knocked the table. You turn to the person next to you and recount the story about this one wedding where the food was aight…but the groom (whose name you don’t remember) showed up on an elephant. An honest to goodness elephant.
2. I’ve always wanted to be able to wake up on the morning of the Valima, and be able to see my pretty bride, my wife, my better 1/2, with my very own eyes.
You see, I’ve had some bad eyesight my entire life. I’m the guy who wears coke bottle glasses. So without them I’m blind as all hell.
Recently I got contacts. Today I fell asleep wearing them. When I got up…I got scared. I was able to see perfectly clearly. At that point I realize..I might get my wish.