That feeling…

Have you ever had that feeling, you know… that ‘Oh ya’ feeling.

You probably have but couldn’t quite describe it. You get it because this thing, most of the time an experience you had that gave you a great impression isn’t so familiar anymore. This experience could be long, could be short or whatever impactful enough to make you remember quite well.

You will get this ‘Oh ya’ feeling when you haven’t done this thing long enough that you somehow forgot about it.

I recently had a couple of this.

This blog has been a great experience for me. A place where I painted some of my best memories, of the people whom I’ve met or the incidents that really inspired me and simply the best times of my life. Then my work got the better of me, not that it’s a bad thing.

But talks of converting this blog into something bigger seems so distant now.

Strangely enough, a colleague came to me and some other colleagues, and randomly asked:

“Do you guys have a blog?”

“Oh yaaa” was the first thing that came to my head. I do!

I was never a national star, not even a school star player and to be brutally honest (to myself). Rugby was a game I picked up as a challenge to my brother, who in many ways was a star.

Nonetheless, I enjoyed the game. I kicked some ass and got a bad shoulder to suffer for the rest of my life. I’ve met great people while playing this awesome game and have no regrets.

Recently, on a rare weekend where I had the time to myself. I channel surfed and found out that I’ve got a channel solely for rugby. I managed to catch one of the Tri Nations games.

Seeing tackles fly, mazy runs by people you think couldn’t run and men sweating for their team-mates.

I went ‘Oh Ya… great times’

Rewind two years back. When everything seemed unclear, doubtful and most of the time.. lost. A period where guys my age were probably at the most stagnant time of their lives while being told that we’re being trained to be ‘Men’.

Don’t get me wrong, being a fireman couldn’t be any better but it was also the time to decide how your future might pave out.

30% of the time, I was thinking about what I wanted to do and 70% of the time I was thinking of who I wanted to be with.

Oh wait, I didn’t have a choice to choose from two candidates. It was more thinking …

“Need to jump in the cold water, need to grow old with a girl like you”

When we were friends, sitting beside you during a movie was like winning a lottery ticket. Every quick peek at a funny moment to see your gorgeous smile was like finding out that lottery ticket was not for 2nd prize, but for the first.

We didn’t text each other every day and night nor met every other day but when we did, we couldn’t stop talking. I didn’t have to say things to impress you and you didn’t need to be afraid of telling me anything. It was the best kind of platonic relationship, till I ruined it.

I could almost settle for that, almost did. Thank goodness I didn’t.

It hasn’t been that long but it definitely feels that way.

This time has only came around twice but when it does or it is near.. I go..

“Oh ya… We were once friends, best friends actually”

And it has been awesome thus far.

I love you darling. Happy 2nd Anniversary!!

Strategic Management

School has resumed for me. It’s no joke juggling between work, school & this thing you can barely call a life. Nothing is impossible, but who would mind a little helping hand? I won’t.

My classes fall on Tuesdays & Wednesdays. Seems like the best choices compared to classes landing on a bluish Monday or ‘I should partay cos tomorrow’s a Friday’ Thursday and ‘I must partay cos today’s a Friday & tomorrow’s a Saturday’ Friday.

It’s my second week of school since my break & all I can say is, it’s not a breeze. Fortunately, my helping hand came in the form of my lecturer who teaches me this module, Strategic management. He has taught me before and I know he’s good. I left work a little late & had to take 2 buses to reach school but I wouldn’t miss his class & boy was I glad I didn’t.

The D.K Effect

The D.K effect occurs around one man & one man only.

His personality & character is built through years of sweat & blood. Brave but not without fear, he picked up knowledge through sheer experience, trying every thing out himself.

What he lacked of, he made up with hard work. With effort, he gained success. With success there came no pride, only gratitude. He feels blessed & appreciates whatever he has & is quick to dismiss complacency when it kicks in.

He chooses his words not with his mind but with his heart. His words reflect no boastfulness, only sincerity.

While most with such success, urge to go atop a mountain & shout in joy. He rather stays grounded & shares them with his loved ones.

He is a better party host than Jimmy Fallon is on SNL. Providing his guests with a warm, cosy atmosphere, food & laughter that echo into their hearts.

He exemplifies the meaning of a giver, no a sharer (pun totally intended). He shares his good experiences & protects family & friends from bad experiences. Sharing does not stop at telling you about a nice restaurant to dine, he brings you to the place personally. Not once, not twice but many times.

He sees a tip not as a requirement but as an obligation to himself to spread great service to others he may not even know.

He brings light literally & figuratively wherever he goes. Whether you are a friend, family or stranger, at home or out, you will feel his bright bright light.

If you didn’t know him, your guard would be up & suspicion would set in. Once you hear him speak & see his sincere smile, you can’t help but reveal his reflection on your face.

His intentions are crystal clear, to spread the love & warmth to all as far as he can reach.

It’s a privilege to know a man such as he, a privilege in more ways than I can dream of indeed.

Oh, who is D.K you ask? D.K is….