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I am a boyscout and I must be prepared, this is the thought at the front of my mind
No matter what, where, how or when I must be ready
On my guard and ever prepared
For what you ask....everything i say

So i speak to myself and say

Firstly, you really like a girl and you really have a phone
You will really phone that girl and you will really say something stupid
Be prepared! when conversation runs low
Either throw down the corniest pick up line you have or ask her to have coffee with you
Let your last impression be purposeful or funny
Or both

Nextly you will one day have a child and they will one day go to school
They will next day get beat up and the next day cry to you
Be prepared! when advice is asked of you
Either teach them how to punch or teach them how to kick
or both

Potentially, you see a pretty face and they may potentially like your face
You may potentially cross the room and she may potentially fall for you
Be prepared! when courage is demanded of you
Slowly walk across the room and say "how do you do" or " I will change your life"
Or both


Be prepared....

The Upside of Life

Five random thoughts set out from their homes to find Coherence. At an intersection of life they happened upon each other and these merry travellers banded together. This is the story of these five, this is a martin report...

1.Always look on the bright side of life is whistled at the end of the Monty Python's "The Life of Brian" by a group of men crucified and waiting to die.
2.I said to a friend on the phone on the other day that I think i am getting better looking with age and she did not laugh.
3.I have the best 9month old niece on the planet.
4.Not all babies are born cute.
5.My life is far from complete and trying to imitate contemporary dance makes me laugh.

When you put all these things together the only logical conclusion is that you are better off being born a little ugly. How is this the conclusion well you see my friend R and I stood back as a group of women oogled a little lad and pinched his cheeks and proclaiming his cuteness. R then pointed out to me that the boy had a rather large head and was not very good looking but added...."at least he has time to grow handsome"
Now my niece does not have this problem as she was born A LOT good looking, unlike me who was born just a little good looking (chubby cheeks) and perhaps grew up a little ugly looking in the middle and now all i have is upside...and backside...

Now no one wants to be born A LOT ugly,because you will invariably be stuck like that, but just a little aint bad. Me, I think i was born a little good looking and perhaps grew up a little ugly and that suits me fine. My life is a little like my looks, it is sometimes a little ugly and a little good looking and right now it is perhaps somewhere in between. Thing is though that it always has upside and i see it is important to always look on the bright side of things. It is worth remembering that its not always a bad thing that you dont look like your baby pictures anymore. Its nice to know that your keg can become a 6-pack and that when you are hanging around and things seem at an end, you can whistle a happy tune, fade to black and get ready to play all over again.


So in conclusion its ok being born a little ugly, not a lot ugly but a little. That is if you realise that although some things may never be as you want them, you have a lot of upside ahead of you....

p.s- this martin report is posted as a blog for good reason but i am a little tired, not a lot tired and would rather not get into it right now...

Color Blind

In this life of mine there are many things that occupy my mind.

I have in the past few hours contemplated the things that would cause me the greatest sadness.I have wrestled with finding an alternative to my inadequacies

But now my mind moves to other things. My mind moves to inter racial marriage and how it needs to happen to me or someone close to me. Now you all have reactions to reading this and frankly, I don’t care because I am telling you it would be one of the most interesting things to observe. The simultaneous destruction and reinforcement of stereotypes… the reactions of family and friends and the entry into a society hitherto unknown.

Now I hear you asking why this is interesting to one such as me, who sees no color. Yes it is true that I see the whole world in a peculiar shade of cream but years of learning has taught me how to recognize different races.

1. Dance – if you dance to the melody and not the rhythm then you are lighter than the other lot

2. Volume – if you think the way to deal with people speaking loudly is to speak louder, you are darker than the other lot

3. Physical reaction – if your first reaction to trouble is to run…well you know who you are

Back to the matter at hand, in all truth I don’t know if I want to marry outside my shade of cream but I am fascinated by the idea. There is so much that stands against it and so many seeds to be planted for its success. In the midst of all we live in, it is a strange flower to bloom but one that I welcome. It at least gives me hope that in the future children will be born who like me will see in a shade of cream

N:B – Don’t tell me that I should be seeing grey, because even colorblind people like me know that would just be silly

Ruthless

Song: Chelsea
Artist: A caucasian girl lamenting the theft of her boyfriend
Rating: This song rocks hard
Why it rocks: It lets me assert that I am masculine enough to sing catchy gender inappropriate songs

So i was in a room where an interesting debate began
The subject matter whether or not children today were bred "soft"
Too much cuddling and cajolling
Too much participation and not enough competition
"Everybody is a winner"
Even the losers

It was an interesting debate the outcome of which i do not know
The outcome does not interest me, for it calls to mind greater things
How shall i raise my "winner"kids
The answer is this and it is simple
They shall be ruthless

No quarter given No quarter requested
No victory is complete till it is total
There are those that win
There are those that lose
That is true and that is life
They shall be ruthless

Ruthless in victory
Ruthless in mercy
Ruthless in victory for it is the unwavering goal
Ruthless in mercy because it gives the hope to ready for the next battle

A song called Saduva(has nothing to do with this post)

The song starts by saying "i dont want to hang out anymore with all the people that used to be my friends"

I am learning to talk again
Maybe i never forgot how to but I definitely forgot that I should do

And it goes on "Mama please dont cry...dont you weep mama...wipe your tears I will heed your call"

So i am starting to talk again
Not just about some of the things I do but about the person that I am
So i think I shall hang out anew with all the people that used to be my friends
Telling them about who i am becoming and listening to them tell me who i already am

So lets talk

5 + 2

I need 5 days to get it right and two more just for fun
I get Monday to try and Tuesday the real work's begun
Wednesday to pray that Thursdays o.k.
Friday for hope that my Saturday is great
And Sunday prepares me to start all over again

It is a beautiful thing a week for it always starts at its end
It is a terrible thing a week because at the start I pray for its end

My Favoritest Word (part 2)

6am and the unwelcome noise wakes me up. I reach for my alarm but it is this time innocent so I hearing the dulcet tones of Fields of Gold I reach for my phone. In a daze of a blur I say "hey" and the sound of silence chased by tears precedes the words "hey" and now alert I reply "hey". The news is sad and tears at my heart but "hey" what can I say or do, Mr Incredible had lost his little boy,"hey"these things happen and like a thief in the night his life had been snatched away. The doctor said it was natural causes but that made it ever harder to accept. I mean "hey"these things dont happen to kids and "hey"not the kids of good people...Talking to Mrs Incredible , words fail me and her quiet acceptance of what had happened was beyond me....She had tired from asking why because all everyone could say was "hey.."before their voices trailed into the silence that was set all about them...