Marriage bliss, woes and plural chit chat ...

Why does one get married? Is it because they want to commit to a partnership of a lifetime, have kids and live happily ever after, like endings of fairytales with the chosen so called soul mate? Or is it because of religious ,family stress or friends getting themselves gotten hooked so we tend to go forward with the concept ie all stuck with the marriage bliss where in actual its woes which we keep well hidden in our secret world of self denial.
Ask any woman if she’s happy being married and the reply would be that of yes !Not showing the hell she’s in and wanting who’s asking especially if single, to get into the darn bliss of marriage !
Ask a man and you’d get the look of …… you know he’d like to kick the person in the a.. for having told him to go through with it !

Marriage Bliss no longer exists –
Maybe we should blame the ozone. Weather changes do affect people’s attitude, no way can we deny the fact. When one is cold ,obviously having sex would take extra effort ,\and if hot a cooling system would have to be incorporated ,which by the time is efficient the couple in question, may have lost interest altogether !
Now ,if we were to explain affairs and how couples actually handle that , a complete story diverges into the following that of, interest ,high emotions ,being positive in all aspects, let alone of ones looks and care free attitude. Is the sinning affect to be responsible?Obviously depending on different cultures; but even with the acceptance of living without a marriage license in the west ,or what is called an open relationship ,relationship ie with one partner ,observing the couple with close
We no longer see people who’ve been married for many years and still remain happy. My idea is that the ones who do stay in a long term relationship of so called marriage bliss is that they have throughout the years developed either hearing or visual loss, or maybe both ie they can see the existence of their partner in their lives ,but not actually see or hear them.! All for the better, I think, for what can one portray every single day ,that would be of interest t his /her partner ? Ahhh we should portray and forget the rest? Should a married couple just be interested in their world and leave others out, pleasing themselves only falling into another trap and become self centered ignorants !
Here plural wives may just come in handy ….
Women would compete with their sisters in marriage with the one husband they all share. At least she knows where he is and what he’s up to !
As for the sisterhood of wives,who must be on accord to all household chores and the bringing up of children if any….
Another thing is the pleasure of awaiting the turn ie a wife will no longer have the ususal headaches ,bet many a gent will have loved this last remark of mine as I can only imagine !

So all in all it really depends what one is looking for in a marriage : a fantasy , a solution to loneliness, a partnership , a soul mate ( last is usually either unobtainable ,or taken )family with male female ,or same sex family ,or plural ….
Yes , many families now have either two daddies or two mommies or many of mommy’s sisters’ in a marriage. The most important fact lies not in what kind of sexual habits the couple exercise but what they offer as a family.Who is to say that marriages of this sort unlike the norm wont be a success ?
It remains to be seen…………

Lumps ,bumps and miracle creams……..

We ladies always seem to be dissatisfied with our bodies, no matter what everybody tells us . I guess it’s a female issue which many men cant seem to understand, for men have it all ;they can have their cake and eat it too unlike us females with our never ending insecurities ,too fat ,too big ,if only and endless list of insecurities need I go on ????I think not, for fear of boring you all to death……

Since losing some weight ,and gaining some back ,them losing again a yo yo pattern though I do see myself feeling better when the battle of the bulges is in play and the conquest is in order and my palate is in control.

Cellulite is the most common factor, for us ladies as it seems to pile on before you know it !the only way of removing is by changing our eating behavior ,I am not a nutrionist nor do I see myself fit to give advice on the matter but always on the search of a miracle cure I have come to conclude that there simply is no such nonsense.

Going to the gym has been a great effort on my behalf, getting there instead of my usual afternoon siesta as I struggle with my inner friend who tells me to take a nap and not to go to the gym. Upon arriving there the trainer gives me such a treat that from jumping on the step to sweating like crazy and with hold my intention of killing her if she screams one more time stating 10 more pushups..I must admit I do feel way so much better afterwards. She tells me that she’s grown fond of me and enjoys it as I compete and I’m not as young as she, lets say she’s old enough to be my ie if I got married when 14 !

At first I struggle with her then I’m at the same level ,which makes her proud so she pushes me further still while the other ladies remain breathless! My inner voice tells me she wants to compete then she’ll get it. Last year I won a car which I then gave away to a nice family in need –I already have a car. I’m not boasting, just stating that I’ve become a good aerobics player. I have a good friend to thank for this, for he encouraged me, sometimes I’d lie to him stating I went when in actual fact I hadn’t. He knew ,how I don’t know ,but Id tell him the truth and get act together ,sometimes even wishing he wasn’t my friend so Id sit on my a.. and dream of becoming thin!! Bless him for keeping up with me ….

Getting back to the lumps and bumps, I meet different women of many nationalities and walks of life at the gym, last was a French lady who had just bought a jar of “miracle cure cream” for her “celluleet”as standing in an exaggerated pose asking:”Are my thighs thinner or what?”

“Why, what have you done?” I ask, instantly suspicious.

“I’ve just had this amazing treatment at the beauty salon. First they plastered my thighs with clay to increase the circulation, then attached these little wires and administered electric shocks through the pads to break down the fat.”

“Michelle, “I said looking at her ,”If you believe nothing else that I say, please believe this: you cannot break down body fat from the outside. You can plaster it with mud, seaweed, or day old rice pudding-nothing will make any difference.”

“Non ,non this cannot be, “says Estelle, her friend . In France we have many such treatments for the celluleet. Surely they must work?”

“if they worked, then everyone would be slim, “I say.”Look at the fat on your hips and thighs it got there because you ate more food than you consumed in energy. That excess food went through a chemical process in your body and was converted into fat.

The only way to lose the fat is to eat less food and do more exercise .This causes a deficit of energy source in your body and some of the fat then goes through a chemical process that turns it into a usable form of energy. You can’t disperse it from the outside.”

“But the beauty therapist said it would rid me of this celluleet, and convinced me it was breaking down the fat.”

“Well she would, wouldn’t she?”I said “When gullible young girls train to be beauty therapists, they’re indoctrinated with three key phrases:”breaks down the fat,””increases circulation, “and “gets rid of the toxins.”They’re made to repeat these phrases several times during each consultation to brainwash the client into believing there’s a connection with weight loss. But there isn’t, I assure you.”

“She did say it would get rid of toxins, “admitted Michelle.”And I thought that as fat is full of toxins, this would help me slim.”

“But fat is not full of toxins, “I say patiently (I hope ). “Your body has an extremely efficient system, blood stream, urine, sweat and so on….This is a continuous process; you don’t need to help it along. If you enjoy it, then by all means do it. But don’t kid yourself that it’s making you slimmer or healthier.”

“Well, I have this cream, “says Estelle pulling a small pot out of her handbag.” It cost me LD120 and it had better rid my celluleet for that price.”

“Well I would read the label carefully I advise. “Maybe it says something about reducing the appearance of cellulite-meaning that it will make your skin smoother, but it certainly won’t make you slimmer. And by the way, a recent study test under laboratory conditions compared samples of fat from the upper arms where the skin is smooth found they were exactly the same composition. So I’m afraid your celluleet is just plain old fat and you wasted LD 120.”

“But I can’t take it back! she whines.

I didnt know my own strength...

Love this song,helps me go on .....

Lost touch with my soul
I had no where to turn
I had no where to go
Lost sight of my dream,
Thought it would be the end of me
I thought I’d never make it through
I had no hope to hold on to,
I thought I would break

I didn’t know my own strength
And I crashed down, and I tumbled
But I did not crumble
I got through all the pain
I didn’t know my own strength
Survived my darkest hour
My faith kept me alive
I picked myself back up
Hold my head up high
I was not built to break
I didn’t know my own strength

Found hope in my heart,
I found the light to life
My way out of the dark
Found all that I need
Here inside of me
I thought I’d never find my way
I thought I’d never lift that weight

I thought I would break

I didn’t know my own strength
And I crashed down, and I tumbled
But I did not crumble
I got through all the pain
I didn’t know my own strength
Survived my darkest hour
My faith kept me alive
I picked myself back up
Hold my head up high
I was not built to break
I didn’t know my own strength

There were so many times I
Wondered how I’d get through the night I
Thought took all I could take

I didn’t know my own strength
And I crashed down, and I tumbled
But I did not crumble
I got through all the pain
I didn’t know my own strength
Survived my darkest hour
My faith kept me alive
I picked myself back up
Hold my head up high
I was not built to break
I didn’t know my own strength

Whitney Houston

Happy New Year !

I know I have not been able to blog as thought ,due to family commitments and other. I hope we say goodbye to 2009 with its ups and downs and wish you and your families a great year ahead !

I dedicate this poem ,which was sent to me by a good friend;and now I pass on to you my dear readers and fellow bloggers.....

Wishing you all a Happy New Year filled with Blessings,Prosperity,Health and Peace.


Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.desiderata - Max Ehrmann - 1927

A good read. Superb article .......

"Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love."


Inspirational ! Power of Money, By Adam Khoo

( Singapore 's youngest millionaire at 26 yrs.)


Some of you may already know that I travel around the region pretty frequently, having to visit and conduct seminars at my offices in Malaysia , Indonesia , Thailand and Suzhou ( China ). I am in the airport almost every other week so I get to bump into many people who have attended my seminars or have read my books.

Recently, someone came up to me on a plane to Kuala Lumpur and looked rather shocked! . He asked, 'How come a millionaire like you is traveling economy?' My reply was, 'That's why I am a millionaire. ' He still looked pretty confused.

This again confirms that greatest lie ever told about wealth (which I wrote about in my latest book 'Secrets of Self-Made Millionaires') Many people have been brainwashed to think that millionaires have to ! wear Gucci, Hugo Boss, Rolex, and sit on first class in air travel. This is why so many people never become rich because the moment that earn more money, they think that it is only natural that they spend more, putting them back to square one.

The truth is that most self-made millionaires are frugal and only spend on what is necessary and of value. That is why they are able to accumulate and multiply their wealth so much faster.

Over the last 7 years, I have saved about 80% of my income while today I save only about 60% (because I have my wife, mother in law, 2 maids, 2 kids, etc. to support). Still, it is way above most people who save 10% of their incom! e (if they are lucky).

I refuse to buy a first class ticket or to buy a $300 shirt because I think that it is a complete waste of money. However, I happily pay $1,300 to send my 2-year old daughter to Julia Gabriel Speech and Drama without thinking twice.

When I joined the YEO (Young Entrepreneur's Orgn)a few years back (YEO) is an exclusive club open to those who are under 40 and make over $1m a year in their own business) I discovered that those who were self-made thought like me. &n! bsp;Many of them with net worth well over $5m,travelled economy class and some even drove Toyota 's and Nissans,not Audis, Mercedes's, BMWs.

I noticed that it was only those who never had to work hard to build their own wealth (there were also a few ministers' and tycoons' sons in the club) who spent like there was no tomorrow. Somehow, when you did not have to build everything from scratch, you do not really value money. This is precisely the reason why a family's wealth (no matter how much) rarely lasts past the third generation

Thank God my rich dad foresaw this terrible possibility and refused to give me a cent to start my business.

Then some people ask me, 'What is the point in making so much money if you don't enjoy it?' The thing is that I don't really find happiness in buying branded clothes, jewellery or sittin! g first class. Even if buying something makes me happy it is only for a while, it does not last.

Material happiness never lasts, it just gives you a quick fix. After a while you feel lousy again and have to buy the next thing which you think will make you happy. I always think that if you need material things to make you happy, then you live a pretty sad and unfulfilled life..

Instead, what makes me happy is when I see my children laughing and playing and learning so fast. What makes me happy is when I see my companies and trainers reaching more and more people every year in so many more countries.

What makes me really happy is when I read all the emails about how my books and seminars have touched and inspired someone's life.

What makes me really happy is reading all your wonderful posts about how this blog is inspiring you. This happiness makes me feel really good for a long time, much much more than what a Rolex would do for me.

I think the point I want to put across is that happiness must come from doing your life's work (be it teaching, building homes, designing, trading, winning tournaments etc.) and the money bbthat comes is only a by-product. If you hate what you are doing and rely on the money you earn to make you happy by buying stuff, then I think that you are living a meaningless life. Do give it a serious thought won't you?

Michou gay ??? hhmmmm.....

Michou,my cat.
Nicknamed ;Latin Lover lol

As usual my cat is always very friendly with the female cats but has taken care that no
males are visible nor ever shares food with them. He has fought, dealt with and gotten rid of all male cats in our garden. With the ladies he is such a gent that he lets them have their full and then eats. If ever a female came while he was eating, he’d stand back and wait till she finished.

I have nothing against gay people mind you, nor am I making fun of anybody; be they gay, straight or religious..

To get back to Michou’s new attitude or peculiar change in taste; at first the kids and I thought the young beautiful green eyed cat was a female ;but turned out we didn’t look well ! For the she turned out to be a he . What did catch our attention was the fact that he’d let him bite him and play rough all the time and stupid old me thinking come spring we’d have gorgeous kittens –hahahahaha .
Here are pics of our Latin lover and Michou who lets him have his way as always .He even lets him eat before him ,something he does for the Lady cats only. Never thought that male cats behaved like gents with their own kind , guess I wasn’t right and Michou proved me wrong!!

Rats YUCK !

From the side we can see the entrance of trap



The drain loaded with rubbish which was cleaned just last week -what a shame



As I was cooking lunch for the family ,my daughter came in and screamed : Mama we have rats in our street !" "What ???, said I, as she took me by surprise .

"Rats ?" I asked with great shock and disgust....

Here are pics of the trap set in our street Yuck !
The trap consists of poison and is open at both ends ;so when that the rat enters eats the stuff and runs out ; and dies within two hours .

I'm ok with most animals though not a wild love for them have pets but mice and rats aren't my favourite