Friday, May 25, 2007

Driving Force to Living

To some the act of living is so tasking that the will to die become adapted to the modes of suicide, killing others and madness. Take my friend, Simon, for example, for the past 28years of his life he had things done for him by one staff or the other in his dad's 20+ room monstrousity of a home they lived at.

On getting up everythuing was layed out in sychronized order for his pleasure: His bath was ready, the water must be just rhe right temperatures he wants, clothes pressed and ready when he gets out and every other things should be well arranged. Getting on his wrong side meant lossing one's job for sure.

Flash forward to 3yrs back, a deal his dad did got him sandwich in the net of the law and his 'business colleagues' with him loss that high monetary status he (the father) enjoyed. What this translate for my friend was he no longer had the privileged life he once had and the whole 'good life' theme was dashed in 2yrs of mismanagement and legal trials that followed the discoveries that were made as regards his dad's dealings and crimes.

I got into his life about then with him in such a bad state and fully prepared to throw his life out the door because, as he told me, "Life has failed me". As it truly? That was the first question I asked him after hearing the 'pathetic sequence to his state' as he relayed it to me. My reaction, though silent, was 'You are killing me', for he was. Why was he? is another story which we'll keep for another time.

My story is to tell how life is made or ruined with the ideals and ideas we develop when we see things right and not understanding when they go wrong. Yes, life became difficult for him. Yes, his entourage of loyalist and 'slaves' were gone. Yes, he was not privileged and respected as he 'should be' any more. He failed woefully to see that he could and did adapt to living below his usual standards.

Let me explain, I met him in is simpler life with little but he could now take care of his toiletry needs. He was well adapted at fending for himself, he was in one of the the worst 'cult' infested school in the country with many sons of his father business partners and enemy. He was making raved grades and performances in both school and out-of-school activities. In a nutshell is life was GREAT, but his complain was? The world was too small for his need, or according to me his EGO.

I first saw him when I saw him at one popular shopping mall crying but my curiousity pushed me too far because his reason for crying became the tone of our friendship... "The fifty thousand buck shoes I wanted was not comfortable enough". My mouth stayed opened for about 5minutes with my brain working on for about 2months trying to figure out why this young handsome boy was about to waste that much money to buy what he can't wear.

To water a long story down, we got to talking,though I couldn't get his mind of the shoes, and our friendship was formed. For me he would show me how to spend it which I could never get myself to do while try to stop him killing himself which he was hell bent on doing. While he saw me as his 'chaperone' a title I still can't quite understand up till this day, one year after his successful suicide attempt. Details I wont want to share with anyone as I was there to see it happen to him.
But one thing I learnt from him is this, 'Life is an acquire taste', all one need is to accept, adapt and advance with every new or changing trends they observe as the the day goes by...

Friday, May 18, 2007


I just got this today from a friend after I joked that I'll not be getting married. Funny though it actually on reflects some of the things that I felt were wrong with the Ladies I've gone out with but even at that I was wrong about them in a lot of ways.

Lets be real marriage could be great, if only we all could just stay real, focus and honest for some second more than we do before we somehow jump ship.

Do yo remember that strangling feeling we get when we are in relationship? Well if the truth be told, its our fears telling us its all wrong not actually (sometimes that is) the other person's hold on it so to say.

Enjoy the advices below but...In a lighter mood.


By all Means... MARRY!
I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. David Bissonette
When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. Sacha Guitry
After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together. Hemant Joshi
By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. Socrates
Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them. Dumas
The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want? Sigmund Freud
I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me. Anonymous
"Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays." Henny Youngman
"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years." Sam Kinison
"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage." James Holt McGavran
"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't." Patrick Murray
Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming 1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it, 2. Whenever you're right, shut up. Nash
The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once... Anonymous
You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to. Henny Youngman
My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. Rodney Dangerfield
A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. Milton Berle
Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy. Anonymous
A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine." Anonymous
First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!" Second Guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive."