...the day after

...the day after the long (bank holiday) weekend.
Back at work. So much to do. Deadlines to meet.
People to convict...er..sorry convince.

Phinking what I'm phinking?
I've been thinking about alot of things lately.
My life. My hopes, dreams, aspirations...my friends.
Talking about the later, how do you keep( or even make)
them a busy risky crazy world?





And by the side?
Ever wondered who the greatest financier was in the Bible?
I do. Noah; he was floating his stock while everyone was in liquidation.

Questioning everything?...

Michael wrote me:
'You mean he wasn't really wearing a bulky winter coat at time of murder?
That he didn't really vault over the ticket barriers at Stockwell station?
That the plain clothes police did not identify themselves while
ordering him to stop?
That there was only one surveillance officer watching the entire block
of flats apparently occupied by the "terrorists"?
"SensitiveDocuments" show Jean Charles de Menezes' murder was a very
expensive error.
It is now shown that he was as innocent as either of us.
It also seems Jean Charles de Menezes was not a terrorist after all.
Not exactly what the worlds media (Reuters,CNN,
BBC,
etc) was reporting at the time.'

Situations like this leave me speechless. Of course, I can take this opportunity to write, about police brutality, especially thosed experienced by black men in incarceration.Like the advert for the film, Injustice - the one the Met managed to block, these men were:
'LOVED BY THEIR FAMILIES,
DIED IN POLICE CUSTODY,
BETRAYED BY THE STATE'. But I won't.


Work?
...same story,I love it....

BIG BROTHA...

Big Brotha!
It's the final of Big brother 6 , described in the broadsheets as the 'only space in Britain genuinely unaffected by the 7 July bombings'. Although, I was impressed with Makosi's hair - the previous one tho(can't believe it was a fake) and amused by Eugene's brain, I can't help but mention how appalled I was by self-obsession and indifference exhibited alongside humiliating drunken public masturbation.
I'm a bit worried about columnists and Politicians talking about the "British way of life". Please help me here. What is British? What is our way of life? How can we talk about values? Is that not a contradiction? Do I sound cynical? Please...
Who wins? Who deserves it? Definitely not Kinga...please!!
Who do I want to see win? To be honest, I DON'T CARE.


And by the side:
Had a fight between me and myself. Guess who won? Find out here http://googlefight.com

...conversations from the lips of kids

A Sunday School teacher asked her little children, as they were on the way to church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?"
One bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."
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A little boy opened the big and old family Bible with fascination, looking at the old pages as he turned them. Then something fell out, and he picked it up and looked at it closely. It was an old leaf from a tree that had been pressed in between the pages.
"Momma, look what I found," the boy called out.
"What have you got there, dear?" his mother asked.
With astonishment in the his voice, he answered, "It's Adam's Suit!"
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The preacher was wired for sound with a lapel mic, and as he preached, he moved briskly about the platform, jerking the mic cord as he went. Then he moved to one side, getting wound up in the cord and nearly tripping before jerking it again.
After several circles and jerks, a little girl in the third pew leaned toward her mother and whispered,"If he gets loose, will he hurt us?"
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Six-year old Angie and her four-year old brother, Joel, were sitting together in church. Joel giggled, sang and talked out loud.
Finally, his big sister had had enough. "You're not supposed to talk out loud in church."
"Why? Who's going to stop me?" Joel asked.
Angie pointed to the back of the church and said, "See those two men standing by the door? They're hushers."

Lastnite and today...

Lastnite..
Had dinner courtesy of him.
The docklands is a pretty site at nite.
We spoke about her too.
We spoke about being a man in todays' world-the challenges,joys and fears.
But I also mentioned work...how I love it.


Today...
Still addicted...to Suduko, of course.(what were you phinking?!)
My personal best has improved, it's now 14.10mins.

I read this somewhere.The big boys in Brussels are up to something silly again.
Read on:
The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which is the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, Her Majesty's Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5-year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English."

In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of the "k." This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with the "f." This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter. In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always
ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of
the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th yer peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v". During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and After ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza.

Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.
But vi need to bevare of troublemaker Iran.

If zis mad you smil pleas lave a coment.

Tomorrow...
Can't write about tomorrow today.
Wisevik recommends that we:
Learn from yesterday.
Thank God for today.
Prepare for tomorrow.

Work....I love

Meetings...discussions...debates...then some more meetings(with lunch added), and then some... (you guessed right) more meetings. This,is the story of my day at work.did I ever say I love work? Well, I do....

Wait.I've got a dinner/meeting after work. That should be exciting:-)

Did you know?....

"Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is that the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe."

Reflections...

One of my mentors, M. L. King Jnr (although, I never met him) once wrote the following:
"At times we may feel that we do not need God, but on the day when the storms of disappointment rage, the winds of disaster blow, and the tidal waves of grief beat against our lives, if we do not have a deep and patient faith, our emotional lives will be ripped to shreds. There is so much frustration in the world because we have relied on gods rather than God. We have genuflected before the god of science only to find that it has given us the atomic bomb, producing fears and anxieties that science can never mitigate. We have worshiped the god of pleasure only to discover that thrills play out and sensations are short-lived. We have bowed before the god of money only to learn that there are such things as love and friendship that money cannot buy and that in a world of possible depressions, stock market crashes, and bad business investments, money is a rather uncertain deity. These transitory gods are not able to save us or bring happiness to the human heart. Only God is able. It is faith in him that we must rediscover. With this faith we can transform bleak and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of joy and bring new light into the dark caverns of pessimism." (M.L.King jnr in 'Strength to Love', p. 51)

Reflecting on Hiroshima,7/7 London bombings and other atrocities that have plagued the world, I can't help but to see the NEED for God.Hate can't drive out hate!Only love, divine love can. Of course, it can be argued that some of the atrocities in the world were results of/ products of religion.And yes, such a point can be sustained, however, we fail to note that it wasn't caused by God. God is love. It would be a contradiction of his person/character.

Getting rid of evil?

"Evil can be cast out, not by man alone nor by a dictatorial God who invades our lives, but when we open the door and invite God through Christ to enter. 'Behold, I stand at the door, and knock; if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.' God is too courteous to break open the door, but when we open it in faith believing, a divine and human confrontation will transform our sin-ruined lives into radiant personalities." (Strength to Love, p. 126)

Concur or contend,Humanity can't live without God!

Losing my Bloginity!

As most young men. I plan to do things but seldom carry them out.
Why, you may ask. Perhaps, it's becos I'm busy, scared or just being silly...
But...hold on a second.
I did something recently that I've always dreamn't about.

Yes, you guessed right: my first blog! (sicko! what were you phinking?!!)
Finally. Here is my first blog!
And there will be more.
The idea? Well, to express myself/thoughts/wits/doubts and belief.
Visit it. Leave comments ( I can always delete the ones that dis me).

Played sudoku for the first time lastnite.
Such a lovely game-wonder who invented it.
My personal best on the easy level is 19mins.
Can't believe it,I'm an addict already-played it all the way to work this morning.People on the bus and DLR probably thought I was 'losing it' cos I kept muttering: "9...8..5..2...but 8 is already there...".


And by the side:
Did you hear about the guy who is so religious, he wears stained glass
contact lenses? Me neither.