Tuesday, November 6, 2007


I ordered this book and am yet to read it; I will let you know what I think as soon as I'm done going through it.

Monday, October 22, 2007

How I Made $2,000,000 in the Stock Market

If you want a get-me-started-in-the-share-market-tomorrow guide, buy this book and read it. Nicholas Darvas was a dancer who through trial and error developed a system for trading in stocks that netted him +2million in 18 months. He describes his system along the way and describes his pitfalls so that you can avoid them.
Since the writing of this book in the 60s, the system has been validated and stood the test of the time. I will begin applying this system tonight and I will let you know how it goes. Highly recommended.

Ultramarathon Man

I recently read the absoloutely wonderful and inspiring Ultramarathon Man

First of all I must say that out of all the reasons one can admire Dean Karnazes, I only admire him for one reason: because of his single minded focus and dedication to getting across the finish line.

I am not a fan of his diet: A large chunk of it is junk food, refined sugars and stuff that one shouldn't put in his body when sitting on a couch let alone running a marathon.
Whereas I like deep introspective people he is not that deep: For most of the book, he has no idea why he does what he does.
He likes pain a little too much: If it doesn't hurt like hell it isn't worth it, he would say.

All this is superseded however by his maniacal, obsessive, single-minded focus to either get across the finish line or pass out trying. Respect. 5 out of 5 stars because everyone must read this book to blow away all preconceived limitations you may have.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Thanks for that

How great is this story? I hope one day you'll email me with a story like this. Go out there, create and live a great life.


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Monday, October 8, 2007

Why this blog?

When I was younger I was one of the better writers in my class and I always loved the high I got from people reading my stories and enjoying them and so I will now allow you into my imagination: crazy, erotic, vulnerable, disgusting and every other adjective you can conjure up.

I wish to experiment a lot and I think the story below will explain why:

I had been in Australia for 2.5 years and I was in Year 12. I had developed a great relationship with my English as a Second Language (ESL) teacher, Mrs. Gordon. Our class was small and intimate and we pretty much discussed everything. As the only chocolate chip in the middle of fried rice (aka the only African in an all Asian class-the one Arab quit to pursue his passion as a house painter, I understand its doing quite well) I regaled them with tales of mob justice, chapati and all things Nai. At times our conversation would turn even more personal with people in the class discussing their sex habits and Mrs. Gordon sharing sexual practices that I am sure to carry with me to the grave (start and stop a number of times before climaxing, that way the ensuing climax is like a floodgate that bursts with 2, 3, 4, 5 or hell even 20 times the water that would have flowed out had you gone for a two-pump romp)

It is for this reason that as I presented my Kenyanesque piece of literature I did so knowing that the vunerable parts of my soul were well taken care of.

Digression: I know all the Kenyans know what I am talking about. Kenyanesque literature (in the form of primary school compositions/inshas was basically an art form in which a writer like an overzealous tout would try to see how many huge words, metaphors and proverbs they could fit in an A4 foolscap with the storyline only being secondary to the grandiloquence (my huge word for today).

Mrs. Gordon got about a quarter way through the story, gave the paper the look of a virgin lover trying to please a prostitute (the sexual metaphors end here), cringed her face in my direction and ever so gently crushed my heart into a million pieces by saying, "It's cliche."

"WHAT? This is prime rib! This is top cut! This is the type of writing that brings the bacon in. Why put me back in my native land and this story would easily have made any primary school magazine. How dare you! Your sex tips are horrible; I will be a one minute man for the rest of my life, so shove that into your hamlet and smoke it," I thought to myself

I managed to let out an all-encompassing, "Huh!"......and so from then on I have made it my mission to write things that are completely unlike anything I would have ever written had I stayed in Kenya for the reason that.......................I CAN.

Btw I absoloutely adore Arundhati Roy's writing style in the book God of Small Things, its almost child like and oh so beautiful and for no other reason read it for that ending (for anyone whose ever read that book, tell me you didn't have to read that ending twice to believe it.)

Enjoy and let me know what you think.