Nothing is permanent.
Life is a journey.
Pick your own poison.
Go with the flow.
Live your destiny.
You don’t decide your existence.
You just live it.
You become your story.
Nothing is permanent.
Life is a journey.
Pick your own poison.
Go with the flow.
Live your destiny.
You don’t decide your existence.
You just live it.
You become your story.
Seven (7) doors to her heart.
Some say five (5).
There had been disputes concerning ways to win a women to your side.
Attention is being aware of others, besides ourselves, and being the focus of someone’s loving attention. Every woman needs someone who is there to listen to their deepest feelings and needs, and understands her intentions, and fears. Every woman needs that kind of attention to thrive, to be the best they can be. It shows that you care and want her to be around.
Admiration is why she grooms herself daily and spends substantial time and savings on skin care and clothes, to look magical to you. When she is constantly admired, she can feel your undivided presence which affirms her self worth, boosts her esteem, and gives her self confidence. It allays her fears and insecurity and warms herself up to you.
In order to be intimate, woman needs to feel safe, accepted, relaxed, and worthy. Trying to challenge her good sense, oppose or challenge her, will not win you love, respect, or understanding. If you accept her for who she is, it means that you are seeing the truth in her within your relationship. That will calm her and give her a sense of stability and safety. It makes her feel homey as she welcomes you into her life and her inner thoughts.
Appreciating her efforts makes her feel good about herself and increases the chances of her love connection with you. Showing her gratitude and validating her efforts reinforces your good relationship. That she knows she can be of help in times of need and contribute to your well being. Women cares when they are in love. Not knowing when to reciprocate her thoughtfulness by showing her appreciation makes her feel rejected.
As humans, we all need emotional, spiritual and physical affection. It requires some direct behaviors that show us the proof of these things. Affection is often a code word for sex but oftentimes, there can be sex just by being attentive, unexpectedly hugging her from behind, showering her with surprise gifts, sending note cards, dropping her a line when you are busy, these are some keys that makes her feel wanted.
Allowing means letting her be who she is, and not trying to control her, change her, cage her, or force her into a mould she finds irrational, intolerable or humiliating. Allowing is the essence of unconditional love. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t set limits in your relationship with her. You can. But setting limits is done to protect your relationship and yourself; whereas controlling is making her do what you want. Acceptance doesn’t make sense without allowing.
Affirming is to express agreement with, or commitment to uphold and support her thoughts and ideas, or her words or actions. To agree or concur with her gives her the emotional support and encouragement she needs, that what she does is all correct.
I stand open to be corrected. But try not to be abusive with your language.
This Pandemic is mild. Its death rate, tiny. But it spreads quick, and its effects on our lungs, can lead to disastrous complications. Because of that, earthlings began to observe newer habits, just to avoid contacting it. Still, there are many superheroes out there whose ears still hear nothing, and their freedom, not negotiable. If the world could come together, and endure a 30 days total lockdown in every corner of our world , something like an ‘Earth Hour’, can we overcome the problems all at once? Let’s named it ‘COVID 30’. But can UN unite with WHO and world leaders to have an EGM to agree on this common fight? And stop the fattening of wallets of hand sanitizers and face mask producers so we could unmask ourselves again?
Let us imagine, what if something deadlier is concocted into our atmosphere in the near future, whilst this pandemic remains. But one that is not as easily shirked off. Isn’t that a confirmation that biological and chemical warfare is out there blooming now? With viruses coded to attack specifically only on the organs it was programmed or designed to attack?
Because of that, scientists should focus on developing tablets or aerosol sprays that when consumed or applied, seeps into our skin and forms a protective sheen rather than wasting enormous budgets on developing defence and iron domes that can only deflect weapons, but still renders humanoids helpless to vulnerable chemicals and viruses? Wouldn’t that be better than zipping ourselves in two inches thick suits when the real defence is only concentrated between our noses, eyes, mouth and our skin?
Think about it.
If everyone dies old, heaven is but a large conglomerate of senior citizens.
“Flowers, they all looked pretty and fragile, yet could weather the storm. But the strongest of man withers in a gale.”
– Kris Lee 2020.
“I think the internet has taken sexual promiscuity to a much higher level. The age of gigolos and mama-sans has succumbed to this almost invisible jackpot showcase that churns millions of assorted humanoids shifting through your screen like oranges falling from the sky within just a few clicks, without you making any raunchy effort to hide your ogle. It is a personal shopping experience of the most luscious level gushing across your iris and you don’t need to be at your personal best to connect.
In the midst of it all, it has also created scoundrels out of men of all shapes and sizes, colours, belief and status. Man that you thought was decent but mischievously deceptive, as they hunt for elixir outside the boundaries of their marital union, and many who hid their sexual innuendos in the pretext of scavenging for a healthy melty relationship. Surprisingly, these are the same people who wedge themselves comfortably in between genuine singles who do not lie nor deceive.
But why does the most successful decent looking husband with a loving wife and children would want to risk it all if one may ask? And successful smart woman were also being cheated everyday?
I think that nomadically, men has always been the hunter gatherer and because of that, the chase has always interest and excite them. What more the triumph and satisfaction of bringing their prized catch back home. Hence their uncontrollable fetish to hunt for flowers of the prettiest bloom.
I think ego and affirmation comes in close second, after years of being deduced from his stigmata of knighthood and gallantry, to that of a janitor and repairman by their partners.
Away from this league are those with uncontrollable urges for coitus, not like they have genuine worries of any kind, nor their egos bruised, the consequence of being side stepped by their partners expectations.
So, how women pick out these pearls from a cache full of peanuts is where relationship coaches took the first big bite out of dimwits, and the scammers who comes in a close second, happily fattening their wallets playing casanovas to these lonely hearts. For those who pays thousands of dollars for advice, still, not all are lucky. Many are still cheated by decent looking men, whilst the rest are still crowding around their personal computers.
But right now, one thing is for certain. As connectivity improves, the inbox will ring nonstop, thus, it is almost certain that women of today are getting much more adoration, admiration and attention than those living in the bygone era. It is abundance with a capital ‘A’ and no longer a ‘you dump me I have no one else to choose from’ game. Some has their ego hitting the roof that their once placid connectivity is now an oasis flustered with high quality lingeries waiting to line their wardrobes on their upcoming birthdays.
So what does this do to the world?
Well, it certainly gave the words lies, betrayal and deceit a proper place in the dictionary of discreet with lawyers busily wrangling for amicable settlements the world over. It has also become the number one avenue where women cheats. But somehow, women show more success in discreet whereas to the men, many got slapped.
And got slapped hard! “
-Kris Lee 2020.
One has to believe in a person before you can trust them. You can’t say I believe you, but I don’t trust you. Neither is it right to say that I trusted you, but I don’t believe you. That kind of statement is purely unacceptable.
The seabirds have flown
The grasses have turned brown
What are we but burnt sand
If hearts that bind no longer shine
But wilt in the golden meadow.
Black lives matter I know, but so are other colors. It might be trendy that when one person dims the light in support of the other, and others follow, let It not be a sinister plot against your arch enemy, or follow moody trends just because you want to feel accepted . Let it genuinely be that you are outrage and demur violence against mankind, no matter what color they are. Polarization is at its worse when race becomes the main coterie, but it is not as worst as having blind supporters who cheer for no good reason. Perhaps it is opportune and timely that more discourse should happen to iron out man’s folly. But not within the four walls of deceit, of treachery, suppression or selfish motives. Truth lies within your own heart. Ending racism is about removing suspicion and creating trust . Without that, merely looking beyond colours is certainly not good enough. Dimming the light without discouraging marginalization and you are just a blady fool that became a tool for those who doesn’t fully understand the values of our ubiquitous existence.
True love rejoices in truth; in being honest, and transparent; whereas fake love hides in the darkness of lies
True love makes sacrifices; whereas fake love is only selfish upon themselves
True love lasts forever, unlike physical needs or material existence; whereas fake love dies, when it is only after the flesh
True love grows, and inspires you to be a better person; whereas fake love loves fighting and heated arguments, doesn’t know how to resolve problems calmly, and destroys your good life
True love loves you and loves itself, it looks after its own health and well being, so that you could have a stronger relationship; whereas fake love hates itself, giving you more undeserving pains and problems
True love acts with trembling, not only talks but act with passion, excitement and energy; whereas fake love is nonchalant, never cares, and always give excuses instead of fulfilling promises
True love is hopeful, include you into their future plans, and never give up fighting for you; whereas fake love easily gives up, has no permanent plan for your relationship, and doesn’t treat you as important
True love is faithful, dependable and believes in you despite your shortcoming; whereas fake love is unbelieving, until they are 100% sure of you
True love is loyal, displays strong commitment, and will never cheat on you; whereas fake love is a cheater
True love trusts, and have confidence in your actions, they think positively; whereas fake love doubts, and only harbors negativity about you
True love knows and makes effort to know and understand you, so they could love you better, can read your mind and feel your emotions; whereas fake love just doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand what’s going on with you, and doesn’t care about your thoughts and feelings
True love is wise, mature, and righteous; whereas fake love is foolish, childish, inconsiderate, reckless and narrow minded
True love may be painful, but it protects you and shields you from anything that will hinder growth; whereas fake love hurts, it only gives you momentous satisfaction, it is toxic
True love is honorable, respectful of your opinions, and ambition; whereas fake love is rude, arrogant, and disregards your self worth
True love is joyful, happy, and likes to see others happy; whereas fake love is bitter, filled with negativity, and holds grudges
True love is grateful, thankful and blessed when you are around, and appreciates everything you gave; whereas fake love is envious, feels you are unlucky, and jealous of your possessions
True love feels fulfilled; whereas fake love always feels empty, greedy, and unsatisfied
True love is humble, admits to mistakes, and takes the blame unto himself; whereas fake love is proud, boastful, a credit grabber, and never admit to mistakes
True love is patient, enduring, and forgiving; whereas fake love is easily angered, quick to judge, and punishes you without mercy
True love is kind to you, generous, and compassionate; whereas fake love is cruel, gives you pain and treats you badly
“The MCO is almost over. And life will soon be back to pretty normal. Like we didn’t learn a thing or two about intimacy or the lack thereof. I am overwhelmed to be able to piece all the loose ends together and set out to do things city life could not afford for the longest of time and for the life of me. I see happy faces, and sad psychiatric patterns forming in some people that I know. I see that men could thrive in smaller congested spaces.
But has men not learnt anything from it other than gazing into blank walls or scrutinizing insects and faulty lock sets in greater detail? Have we outlived our families and yearn for the mortal cagelessness? Or are we mortified by the revetments plaguing our lonelier nights?
Will digitizing help men whom are truly social creatures to sustain their liveability rather than wrecking their puny skulls and be more creative than just abuse a tool which had been there for decades and serves a purpose to only things that doesn’t need oral assessment? Have we lived the entire quarantine in anticipation of our queer normalcy?
Did we not learn something from it?
The streets are now screaming for a change of pace, and a change in how our lives operate. Not succumbing back to traffic jams, and be proud of the everyday reporting. And how about the groupings that many wanted to form but now evaporates into thinner air? Whereforth thou is men’s conviction rather than unto themselves that others need to suffer in their hands?
I wilt as a single leaf on a tree that thrives only with sun and rain but knows not what pruning will maketh a healthier more desirable growth. I crave to wake up not in suspense but to be confronted by our inner yearnings for truth, but not deceit. We need to recalibrate. We have to. For whatever normalcy means.”
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She came in, we paused and looked at each other. She made a coying stare as she flicked her long tresses which felt like 10 minutes. And then we kissed. Aggressively for several minutes before I moved her onto my lap.
We were both attached , she, a mother of two, but I could tell that made it more exciting, for both of us. I started to undress her, as she took my t-shirt off and I picked her up and threw her onto my bed . I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight , but she made the call. I am half guessing she wanted it badly..,
I remember she laughed…
I started kissing her body… starting with her ears and her neck; I could tell she was getting aroused as she bit her lips. I moved slowly down her body, giving her plenty of pleasurable pecks around her breasts while I rubbed my hand up and down the inside of her leg.
She was fair skinned. A bit fleshy, but naughty. But that’s how I like it. She was always discreet, eager to experiment and tight lipped.
I started kissing her lightly around her areolas , and she opened her mouth. She stared blank into my eyes and at this point, I could tell she was extremely turned on. I unbuttoned her jeans and took them off. I started rubbing her crotch and her panties were soaked.
She reached for my crotch as I had a massive erection which was obvious given I was only in one of my looser cotton shorts. She pulled my penis out and moved over to start sucking on it. I said “No, I also want to go down on you” and she said “well I want to suck your cock”.
So we did a sixty/nine.
Before long, juice started flowing and I could feel her uneasiness by her writhing and her legs squashing me and so we decided to start having sex. We didn’t use a condom. I’ve never liked it and without it, the encounter was rastafaric and wreckless. She wasn’t concern at all at that time. From her blooded red lips , I could feel her arousal.
She started riding me for a bit until she came and then we changed positions where I was standing just beside the bed, holding one of her legs up. I love her toned legs.
Eventually, we moved to doggystyle. After three minutes in doggystyle, she stopped me and asked if I wanted her anal. I had said “Oooh! Hell do I love it! But are you sure?” She said “Yeah, that’s one of my fantasies. But just go slowly”. We didn’t have any lube but my penis was already wet from her vagina. At first I gave her a tongue fuck on her anus and then, I gently put it in her ass and I could hear her gasp slightly. I moved it in and out slowly for a bit. Gosh! it felt so tight…!” I tried to last as long as I could.
She finally started saying “I’m coming !” and within seconds after that, I came as well.
“Some say if we practice social distancing, all will be fine. I say it’s not about that. The concern is about maniacs whom refuses tests even when they suspected they have contracted it but goes around coughing onto everything we touch from lift buttons to trolleys to foodstuffs. It’s about the sex workers whom they engage in close proximity with. And the toddlers under their care. It’s about their presence inside the lrts, coaches, hospitals, meeting or function rooms where the air conditioning recirculates. Worse if they themselves are politicians or chefs. Then there are the protective suits that healthcare workers, civil defense and policemen needs who chanced upon them including security guards.
There are many situations to consider. Although we’d all be as fair as snow after the MCO, with cavemen length hair and insufficient vitamin D from sunlight to protect us from the virus.”
All over the world, clusters of people still crowds carnivals and annual events. When asked, most of them thought it their RIGHT, and owe it to FATE, if ever they contacted the virus. So should our national healthcare includes and provide for individuals such as these who still persist, not that they are ignorant or misinformed? And how should they treat individuals who thought it is the governments duty to make them well, if they fall ill, straining hospital capacities like it’s their inheritance and entitlement?
Around the world, every individual and government is now tested. Because in every country, there are bound to be individuals who thought they are invincible by gravitating towards God’s healing power, or the protective gear they slipped on, bought through the internet, or, the age old potion or amulet their community reveres to. In some religions, laities were made to believe there is no purpose for God if obeisance is lacking. There are those who thought because everyone is quarantined, the streets are therefore safer than their own homes. Then, there are also those whom are used to outdoors. As for the rests, the condition of their houses does not warrant it to be called home.
The believe in culture and traditions is imbued on many since young, thus the believe in old wive’s tale, superstition and concoctions hence, the potions made of gall bladders and animal bones. And if that doesn’t work, most likely, these traditionalist would either owe its failure to the wrath of god or the severity of the illness, or fate. To convince individuals such as these to consult doctors is a menacing affair. The natural tendency of people to cower themselves with assurances, safety and security makes them susceptible to advertising gimmicks thus the tendency to buy and believe in protective gears. And when those products fail, they will resort to the next good buy, again through online or through their friends recommendation. For those who stray from quarantine, some were used to the outdoors so their urge for a breather is a must. For as long as their mind reassures them that the streets are safe, since no one is out on the streets, so would they stray wherever their mind, body and soul wonders to. And there are those whose home are too pigeonholed to warrant a lengthy quarantine. They are the most pitiful.
But perhaps, the most challenging to convince are those who thought themselves as invincible when cloaked with the armour of God whom believe that without their total submission, their belief would be compromised. That is most unfortunate.
Believers must be made aware and understand the manifestation of spirit and why God, gave a different purpose to each one of us depending on our capability thus, the doctors, the scientists, the researchers, engineers, architects, chefs, artists and cleaners etc. For its only within that scope of understanding can one understand the need to rely on his healing through the people he commissioned and commands because to each, He gave a purpose in life. Everyone serves God in the humblest of ways He wanted us to. There are those whom he gave wisdom, another the gift of knowledge, to others, the gift of healing and to the rest, prophecy and etc. We must also accept the fact that every person who has ever been healed by God in some way or another, will die existentially. With this understanding in mind, we should now know that to each and everyone of us, God gave a gift in this life because it fulfills a need and purpose to this world we live in. Together, we make and heal the world. And to each one of us, whether we believe in God or not, be convinced that death is for sure certain. That is His plan and His grace.
When sin entered the world as a serpent to tempt Adam through Eve, it is certain that everyone throughout their lifetime will experience futility, rejection and pain, and eventually die. As any mother would experience the pangs of childbirth, the experience is not of condemnation, but of purification and joy. Therefore, disease and sickness are occasionally inflicted upon people as a purifying and rescuing judgment. In other words, an act of mercy. And if one can be so bold to say, God sometimes uses disease to bring particular judgments upon those who reject him and give themselves over to sin. Thus, all natural disasters albeit flood or famine, tsunami or disease — are a call to people to repent and realign their lives.
There are many ways God works in our lives, but it is the same God who does the work through all of us and manifests his Spirit upon us that each one of us may work his own salvation, therefore his many gifts. Thus, to believe that God could cloak and heal you is certain, but what he cloaks away are your fears and the perception of death as punitive. But you must also rely and depend on his fruits that he gifted you wholeheartedly through the hands of others He commands, that you may be relieved of your anguish, pain, suffering and concerns. That is the reason why we should all trust doctors despite our faith background. For those who are adamant, if you like to interpret it in another way, doctors help and relieve you from your pain, suffering, grief and sickness, whilst your God heals you.
Eventually the country with the firmest of regulation and strictest of implementation will win the fight against the virus. But that also depends on the loyalty and respect the citizens have towards the government of the day, whereas obedience and the quality of training and discipline plays a part, afforded by both parents and their school teachers when young. If individuals are used to orders, so will they understand and adhere when orders are imposed. For if they are not, it will be difficult to clamp them down not unless the firmest of regulation and harshest of penalty are imposed.
Not far from it is how people should be convinced the role doctors act in the healing mystery of God. Because without that understanding, those that leaves their health to fate is courting unnecessary danger and in the process, promote more harm than good to the community they live with. That becomes an irresponsibility which is a sin. Because sin is what you do that causes inconvenience to others. One must not be ignorant. We all need doctors, even when God heals.
Never in the history of our country has our people ever been so spruced up, spanky and clean! In another 18 days, we’d all be fairer skinned, slimmer and possibly more self absorbed. We’d also probably lost track of our goals and ambitions after the constant attack on detergents, shampoos, sanitizers and the heart to heart talk with our plants, fridge and coffee maker. We would have probably got used to the simpler necessities of life.
The immobilization and cranky solitude will make an imprint on us all, as we furrow our existence – being conscious about our day to day living, and waking up to visions of a cleaner sky, sea, land, trees, roads, tomorrow and of submerged silence. We will become more acutely aware of the people we come into contact with, giving up of handshakes for namaste, and segregating what matters and what can wait. And the immaterial from the material.
Our mind travels. We now relate ourselves to the animals in captivity at the Zoos, looking out from their cages day in, day out. And the fishes talking to their own reflection inside glass tanks. And we relate ourselves to the people anguished inside the atrocities of war with nothing to look forward to.
But as we all tone down and the world mellows in quivering spin, the smog that curtains our garden now clears. In its rare silence, we can relax to the chirping of birds and distinguish pure decibels once subdued by the noises infused by the mass honking of vehicles. We can rejoice to the depletion of aerosolic dust that once capped our lungs.
We are now more intelligent.
More critically aware of hygiene because we saw through human susceptibility and the mass pillage of undeserving corpses worldwide.
The earth now heals slowly as man dislodges their daily activities, gives up their wants for needs, and continue to prioritize what used to fashion us to the brink of despair.
After a further 18 days of revetment, we could all pat our own backs and be proud.
Think about how much more you will know about your partner, and the smell of jasmine tea. Some will break down, some eventually loses their minds. Some found new ways to dry their clothes and some, would crawl under their beds to sleep. And some would have turned philosophers, amid the chuckles from infants that warms our hope.
“A pandemic this nasty humbles us, if I may be so bold to say, it is an awakening.
Mankind must readily recognize the signs of times and acknowledge our frailty in the face of a calamity this worrying and learn to be humble and meek. Our grey cells if not guarded is capable of being imaginative to the point of being dangerous. But if we can subdue our conscience and submit our inventiveness to wisdom, so can we foresee the consequences when our inventions are abused by the mischief and those greedy for control. And draw the line.
Can we overcome this?
Science has gone beyond the limits of protection it can afford humans because of each individuals ambition when smarter earthlings should lay waste more time and energy to help manage the evil existing inside us from frequently manifesting.
In most cases, money is the root of all evil. Stirred by passion.
We should by now, lay down our hostility, our enmity and even out all animosity that ever exist. Between man and man, brothers and brothers, enemies and enemies. As we reconcile, so then shall we deserve to bask in glory under God’s light.
Before it is to late for us to even breathe.”
Two weeks are hell of a long for those who sits there idling with their phones prying on anything and everything except doing something worthwhile and truly meaningful. I’m not saying you can’t but for the constructive, this is a welcomed opportune. That could mean a moment spent with their loved ones to catch up on things that they never have time to because of work commitments, even just to hold hands and look upon each other fondly whilst counting the stars. There are those whose two weeks brings fulfillment in learning ~ to learn a song they have always wanted to, or even to learn a new recipe! There’re those who catches up on their reading, tidy up loose bills or redesign their business module based on the unfortunate developments. These are some of the exciting things one could do instead of poking fun at the ( I know I know! Unfortunately, they deserved all the darts!) shallow thinking authorities who spends more time calling for press conferences than going down to the ground.
For when the evil winds doth blow, there too are the imaginative who spends their time tweaking their funny brains whose eyes could only foresee baby boomers! For they are the ones who bring humor to the next level. In the midst there too are the wicked who discredits their competitors by posting fake news, reports, images, videos. There are also the paranoids, who spent hours blaming everyone else except he himself for hoarding tons of face masks whilst counting the rise in cases.
We all can be productive with our time. Or we can be negative staying lazy, sloppy and tardy throughout. It’s our choice. But try not to be a beacon of evil. Everyone is trying their best to stay afloat. A month without school and laying idle is only ok for those not facing exams. For the clever, it’s two weeks of undistracted revision time.
“Be vigilant and humanity shall shine. Be good so others can respect you.”
Write a poem, learn a song, cross-stich a cardigan , play with your child, clean your house! There are many other beautiful meaningful things you and I can do. Stare at your plants, look at the clouds, paint a picture! Count the grains of rice. Trail the ants! This world belongs to you and me!
A new world deprived of vanity pots who spends more time posting their selfie than helping old people cross the road! As if only they matter!
It’s a crazy world and it gets crazier by the day!
Whatever you do, try not to talk to yourself! Cos only the distracted does that!
Years ago, the restricted movement act were designed for belligerents. Today, it is applied to us. It says so much of our human race. Why? This world is a sad place. So don’t make it more sad! Help cheer the world up by being constructive instead of being grumpy! And don’t walk around asinine when clear instructions have been made.
If all your neighbors die, you die. Simple as that.
As you spring clean your home, spring clean also, your mind and fill it with hope and joy! Each of us is responsible for our own fate. You can watch a movie to entertain yourself whilst other watches a movie not only to entertain themselves, there’s a story they could learn from it. Train your mind to scale the heights!
But as the streets empty from the order with faint recollections of a once socially pleasant life, make the effort to glorify the nation and help eliminate the virus by social distancing. If not, we can only reminisce our laughter on haunted passsgeways if you and I do not confront the truth and share the pain.
“There are things too personal to be disposed of, not unless one is in dire straits. If an auction house values its integrity, they should be more stringent in accepting consignments, otherwise they’ll suffer the risk of being labeled a dumping ground. Sketches, prints of all types, posters, studies, generally they cluster into a special category called ephemera or paraphernalia acceptably but separately categorized inside the same catalogue. There are cases where consignors needs to force sell, and cases where auction houses are coerced to sell, but there too are situations whereby collectors scale down or inherited properties disposed of because the heir is not keen about art. But even-though so, it is the duty of responsible auction houses to advise the courts in the case of force-sell or in other cases, the would-be consignor, the fair market value of the property consigned. Fair market value is determined by the art appraiser using approved formulas. Not by the whims and calls of the consignor nor the auction house. That said, malice becomes the glaring motive when an auction house especially an experienced one being aware of the fair market value, agrees to an undervalued consignment from an experienced consignor.
Going back to the first point, the consignment is more a case of ethics than anything else but it could be better handled by the auction house otherwise misunderstanding will occur.
As for the undervalued estimates of other properties under consignment, force selling, selling off an old investment and disposing inherited properties are all acceptable reasons, very frequent appearing as ‘No Reserve’ lots, but they need to be investigated on a case by case basis by the auction house concern. Galleries and living artists are frequent victims of such irresponsible estimates.
But if a collector insists that he can do whatever he wants since he owns the artwork, or the auction house insist that they can call whatever price they want despite the resources available for reference, then it is perfectly correct to imply that their motives are intended. For the fact that every action is a manifestation of one’s intention.”
Make me God and I shall make long eyelashes essential in my creations. For those who has them, you’d understand how it feels when it wipes the surface of your eyeglasses every now and then. Just like wipers on car screens.
Some women thought that man only cares for looks. Until they were dumped years later for women whose maturity cradles his insecurity, whose humor tickles his fantasy, and whose wit conserves his legacy.
“Lift off the veil and you’d see clearer. Take off your shoes and you’d understand pain. For what which has clouded you from truth and what which has protected you from thorns, is what that has basked you in comfort all this while, blinding you with false reasonings. Take them all off and wisdom shall once again, be yours”.
Political analysis in Malaysia
The results of the last GE was spectacular. There was new found hope on the faces of everyone and on the streets, there was an air of contentment permeating the grins of passers-by. Malaysians finally rose out from finger fiddling, and overcame its years of intimidation succumbing to the antics of a barbaric regime. Most importantly, the rakyat experience first hand what it was like to be united. Harmony once again became the bedrock of a diversified country once shattered by self centred politicians who divided to rule. Malaysians themselves overcame shame and showed the world, we can bring about change without so much as a bloodshed. There are tears in the eyes of fellow citizens of differing races shaking hands and hugging one another for that momentous victory. Everyone rejoices!
What made that change happened?
On the ground, the new government was brought about by souls getting tired and fed up with rampant corruption happening in broad daylight. Government contracts were awarded to cronies at exorbitant prices and to those accused, the old government offered protectionist policies overpowering the MACC in all its good intentions, and for as long as you are with them, and as long as you are with them, thieving mice all have a hand in the loot. When funds were low, so are their fiscal policies. The old government readied themselves to any country who could save them from the entrapment without considering if such policies could compromise its citizens security or the country’s sovereignty. As if that wasn’t good enough, they got their sidekicks to stir up racial and religious sentiment to shore up support. Polarisation was in full play whilst funds were continually plundered as politicians readied themselves for an ultimate deplete of a lifetime. To glorify themselves by resorting to hooliganism. But as fate would have determined the new winner, in one mighty swoosh that thundered down like Thor’s hammer, the regime was crippled. That swoosh of justice came from the spectacular landslide win given to the previous opposition and their life saving, country saving manifesto. The rakyat became the judge.
But after almost a year of a change in government, the rakyat has witnessed an ironical hattrick win by the opposition in three consecutive by-elections. Three wrongs doesn’t exactly make a right is a popular adage and how true it is thus, what actually went wrong? Let us examine…
The fiasco started with the previous government fanning ill-will riding on religious bigotry heightened by concerns about ICERD and the dangers of one race losing their rights under the new government. That ignited a chain of consoling speeches by the new government, not helped by the black shoe saga and the eponymous flying car slam-dunked in by a gamut of swashbuckling ministers. Further to this are the rate of absorbency re dubious opposition party members switching to the new camp at an alarming rate. That mass infiltration to the public only irks their confidence, one wonders the meaning of a general election when the leopard was already traded for a lion to see the spots of the leopard flung back on the lions torso. Thus, they are technically indifferent. What more, who then would be responsible for the public accounts audit? Why must a flurry of noted clowns with questionable ethics be absorbed into the winning party? This kind of polyandrous mathematics does not bode well with the public who already fulfilled their national obligation by voting them out through the ballot boxes to see them sprung back to life like bobbleheads released from captivity boxes. Subsequent to this, the public were again jolted off their seats by the retracting back of election manifestos annotated inside the new government’s Buku Jingga — one would have suspected it was hindered by our coffer crisis, later to be told that manifestos are merely just manifestos, not to be taken seriously. Not that the public doubted the capability of Tun in handling and managing crisis. But manifestos, like promises, needs to be fulfilled. Holding it back is tantamount to breaking the promises given to the rakyat. Why wouldn’t it be? Should anyone be comfortable with a government that lies to win?
The latest unwise decision involves the relinquishing of our participation in the Rome statute, the reasons which are allegedly tied to the spinning by the old government (now opposition) to garner support from the conservatives. Malaysia Baru, with all its intentions, has readied its citizens for change and the various races saw beyond colors to unite for a common reason — to see Malaysia rise again from the ashes, and the corrupt perpetrators punished, thus the overwhelming landslide mandate given. Resorting to the old ways is akin to keeping new wine in old skins. As the bible says, the old skins would eventually break and vice versa, old wine inside new skins. Today the public also learnt of the upholding of ninety percent of bumi quota into the Matriculation programmes. Would we expect future loyalty from those whom were conveniently side-lined when they scored more than 5 A’s in their SPM, to be designated elsewhere?
As concern Malaysians continues with their humdrum lives, the currency exchange sank into oblivion. It is as if the new government has lost touch with the ground. Not helped by the lack of discourses one could engage with the public which is the bedrock of every democracy. Perhaps what is ground breaking made too big a gap and everything just fell in. Wrong footed policies including the idea of having a Third National Car only gave reasons for the old government to ridicule the new. On the ground, more and more online medias as well as the main ones are spinning stories from where the new policies took off when situations are not fully explained. And without a solid economic transformation that brings value to its citizens, the train jumps off track and with it, the rakyats confidence. Even though some ill gotten gains may have spilled back to the banks during these difficult times. For whatever reasons the innocent were punished for. Thus, whatever that needs to be done to the economy must happen right now. Nothing loses the rakyats confidence more than when it hits their pocket and a government habitually asserting that they lack funds. If that is so, then why the Third National car then?
Last but not the least, if the hattrick win by the current opposition doesn’t convince you that the new government is heading the wrong way thinking that protectionist policies may garner you more votes from the conservatives, think again. The old government would not allow that bouncy image of a new Malaysia splattered in glorious colors except for one. Perhaps you have also forgotten that PAS was pulped during the GE for all the racist goodies they insinuate, not by the non-bumis but by the progressive bumis themselves! And if that hattrick does not convince you enough that you are purportedly going against the wishes of the citizens of a progressive contemporary Malaysia who wanted nothing more than the country saved, nothing else will. The minds of its citizens have changed. And this might be the only chance we ever get back on track!
For all the right things the new government swiftly did that saw the arrest of several crooks and the retrieval of ill-gotten gains in gigantic proportions, it is yet to see them being swiftly brought to justice. And where these monies landed to! We knew that from the way their politicians speak louder today than when they were in the government. But if by the next election, the perpetrators of our sanctity is not punished by the due process of our court, you can bode farewell to the historic support given you. By then this alert would have been history, and the country too late to be saved.
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“Heaven speaks to us through our sight. How we feel after, we must allow what goes on in our head to balance what goes on into our heart measuring it with goodness and responsibility. With or without your faith bothering you.
Challenges are everywhere. Challenges stems from our desire. And It is not only about ghostly spirits, evil charms or practices that could harm your inner temple. Challenges has appeared in the form of a stack of cash deposited to you as a cashier of a bank. Challenges can also appear as an image of a harmless fully clothed woman. Or even a camel when there is no woman in sight. How can a woman who throughout her existence be a friend to many but be raped then murdered just because she appears to be a threat to someone else’s desire?
Thus, are we suppose to make things appear and disappear from our sight at our convenience just because it tempts our desire? And get rid of every single element in front of us just because it goes against our faith?
Who are we to impose such rules upon others who could even be better in tackling challenges than us just because your faith said no? Who are we to get rid of things that God makes? Like pigs for instance. For if it is not worth God’s measure to include pigs into the animal kingdom, would pigs have appeared? Isn’t this world God’s creation?
So change your mindset my friend. I say to you that these things aren’t threats. Things that appear as threats to you is not necessarily a threat to others. Your threat stems from your desire. You may have a weakness for tv but to someone else, it could be ice cream. And if your desire is ice cream, your threat if went uncontrolled resulted in diabetes. And if your desire is liquor or sex, it may destroy the relationship you have with your wife and family. I have a group of friends who delivers and exorcise spirits. Today they are still alive and helping others. They did not become part of the evil spirit exorcised. Thus, the real threat my friend, lies within you yourself for not being able to control your own desires. Temptations and desire is your threat. Not what others do.
You can lock up a person but not his spirit and soul , or how they were created and endowed with. But a dance that originates way before the existence of your God and his teachings? Let it be. Regard it as a sport, entertainment and tradition that was passed down to you and abandoning it means cutting off an element which will make your whole existence questionable because bits and pieces were torn off your flesh which makes you unidentifiable. Be proud of your origin.
Your education and journey in faith came later as you begin to read and write. Faith didn’t teach us how to walk and run. That is a trait that came first through creation. Man was made to walk first. Man could do things way before God appears into their lives as faith.
Thus, control your desires at all times, so that your faith remains strong. Not control the externals that you feel could tempt you. Let others live the way they are called to. To put it in another way, you are in no position to be accused or punished for the sins they commit.
Let your faith be the light and example for others to see in the darkness. Let your example be known that others may follow you. But if keeping faith means punishing, ridiculing and barring others to live the life they choose so you could climb to heaven and not be tempted, let me say this to you. No one will follow you or your way of life unless it is by duress. And if that is the case, then, you need to reinspect your faith.
Listen to your inner voice at all times.”
When decent looking people overdresses, they’d look gaudy, not classy. I just wonder the contours behind all those cover up and ponder if you’re really that badly made cos really, I am bewildered with your spasticity. Not that I am being sardonic.
Some people portray themselves with such impeccable finesse, but when they’re behind the limelight, their sin flows down their legs like as if they’re menstruating.
This world needed two sets of rules to regulate. One, for men to abide with and the other, for the place or the environment men lives in. Because men stupendously destroys his own environment and everything within his reach, then, men destroys himself.
Men, must in other words be controlled, before they become uncontrollable. Ever wonder how men left behind massive monuments like the Pyramids of Giza or the Great Wall of China without people in it?
Likewise, for great men that they revere to, they encast their achievements on stone steles or encase them inside catacombs, thus making relics out of them, after they expired. As for the insignificant rest, to dust they all head to.
Thus, when we encounter a well regulated country with everything running smoothly and efficiently, we all know that the two sets of rules are constantly in motion and cogged, with the strictest of enforcement. If not, men would have run it down, like how they ran everything down, and in the end, gave us lost civilizations.”
– Kris Lee 2019.
“When one loses at the gambling table, one can either swiftly stand up and leave quietly or stay to sharpen one’s skill by deepening one’s anguish. One has no right to accuse the croupier or worse, corrupt the entire deck that has already been distributed. That is the trait of a loser everyone abhors.
In this scenario, the loser in his endeavor to stay relevant turns crafty thus he devices a ton-tin scheme where unbeknownst to the stakehouse, he manipulates the game by convincing all the naive gamblers to be his cohort because when no one wants to lose, everyone is kept on their toes, thus, he himself is kept safe.’
One little disagreement, thousands of opinions. If this world doesn’t end soon, then, we must all have been doped by a flurry of dictators whom are terribly brilliant at bending our minds with their tongues.
Sports is a better denominator for world peace. It speaks a common lingo the whole world understands. And sportsmanship rules are abided by every participant. Those who breaks it gets penalized beit banned, disqualified or having their titles stripped off in disgrace. No need for weapons.
Those in business also knows that most deals got done on the golf courses than in the boardroom.
Thus from where we came from, in our own country, some arseholes need to learn that centuries old disputes could be settled backdoor because of friendship inculcated through sports. Instead of using it to create more tension.
Perhaps some arseholes should learn how not to get emotional and mind other people’s business, when our own train has jumped track eversince.
“We must all learn to lift the veil of colors and belief from our eyes so as to see beauty in diversity which engulfs us and places us into this big blue marble that won’t come again, if we fail to cherish it.
We must look at talent and sincerity, not beauty plastered on people’s faces or that which covers or adorn their body.
We need to restore sanity and sanctity by behaving nice and harmless towards everyone, and heighten our sensibility towards nature and its aroma, its sights and sounds and wonders, and be willing to accept part ownership to this globe which belongs first to they who comes before us.
With these things we do, we would hover up the ladder of Utopianism and strut forward towards achieving the idea of self governance without the interference of trying greedy governments. And stop stereotyping people according to caste, beliefs, race, states or even continents.
God gave every creature in this world he create differently sized brains and to us humans, he endows us with the biggest.
But that is for us to develop perfection, not competition and to develop charity, not scarcity so that triumph would eventually be ours so we could conquer the entire universe and witness it’s magical frontier. Ignore those who does nothing but plant seeds of public disobedience and deception.
Accomplishment is learning and knowing when to stop drifting. Sow seeds of goodness to others, preaching love , acceptance and forgiveness instead of harping on faults and learn how to laugh. Look at the brighter, lighter side of life instead of brooding over your lacks. Stop airing your minuscule grouses which may affect other people’s lives. Learn how to laugh at yourself.
Share your wealth. Help the underprivileged, the oppressed, the weak and the sick. And know that everyone has exclusive rights to their own belief, rights to live, rights to choose, and rights to speak, to create and think. For as long as they did not harm, hurt, disrupt, destroy or kill others and the planet we all lived in. Stand up and speak out against unruly lawmakers and bad laws. Silence only breeds them.
When all these are observed, then can we truly be on the road towards one nationhood under the big umbrella we call sky.”
– Kris Lee 2019.