Newly Wed Mehndi

Now this is an interesting Mehndi Design, however, you can debate its appropriateness for the occasion?

These can be used as crib notes i think… :)

I am so disgusting sometimes.

M.

P.S. is it spelled Mendhi or Mehndi? confused…

Marriage

Jacob and Manto do the Dirty…

This has to got to be the funniest South African Advertising I’ve seen… Very Very Creative. :)

Pronto Condoms – Jacob and Manto

and for the boys… a new interactive Axe Ad (Called Lynx in the UK) –> Lynx Blow

it’s in the same line as the Axe Feather viral.

Michael Richards Screws up and Borat Sucks.

Michael Richards (Kramer, From Seinfled) just screwed up recently on stage… and I mean really really screwed up. He got up on stage and some people in the audience started heckling him and from there he just lost it… started calling them Niggers, talking about hanging them from trees, White man vs. Black Man… he basically damaged whatever good reputation he had. I know its tough for comedian up on stage and having to be spontaneous and impromptu but this is just crazy, he definitely needs to be called out on this.

and his apology on David Letterman…

What do you make of it? I’m sure it just came out and he noticed too late, when you’re on stage like that it must be a totally different world, your whole soul could get exposed trying so hard to be good on stage, and add to that constantly being interrupted… but that reaction was WAYYYY over the top, I can’t justify that. (Red State Son has pretty good synopsis on this)

As for Borat, I can’t seem to find any justification or learning from the movie… It’s like I feel I’ve come out firstly, mind-raped from some of his scenes and secondly, I probably came out dumber from all of his useless toilet humour. The only part I really enjoyed in the movie was the rodeo national anthem thing… I thought that was pretty cool, made the entire audience a bunch of idiots and when they finally caught up, they booed too late. Hahaha.

So… Borat is disgusting, useless idiocy. I have decided. Gavel has dropped. Bang. The court shall now go into recess until the next offence.

M.

Alpacone’s Sunburnt Marshmallows.

I freakin hate Monday’s. I’m all bug-eyed, the coffee’s just not good enough, the work’s making me nauseus. Okay, enough complaining… the point of this post is the Weekend, why anyone else would care about my weekend I don’t know… but here it is.

Saturday was the usual shopping run-around, the only worthwhile trip I remember was the library. any how Saturday night was Braai- night at Aunt-in-Law’s place ‘cos it was once in a long time that the entire family was there.

One of the boys just came back from a trip to Rome, Italy, I was so jealous when he was taking us through the details of the trip, now I really want to visit the place. Also, one ofthe other bro’s is going on course with his company for training.. and get this.. he’s going to Chicago, London, Prague and Krakow… Lucky Bastard… I’d like a trip to check out the Big Windy City, Big Ben and the place famous for suicidal novelists. But it was all good and it all ended with Barbecued (Braai-ed in Afrikaans) Marshmallows dipped in Fresh Cream. YuM!

Sunday had its typical brilliance of relaxation… Big Family breakfast, and after… taking advantage of the Ever-evasive Sunshine, went to the beach for about an hour and a half, chilled at home for a while and decided to go the wharf just for a walk, and whatever with the wife… had some really good Falafel and I just loved the name of the Ice cream place… Al Pacones! Haha… Now you can see where my dire need to diet is coming from… too much of a good thing yadda yadda yadda.

And then the after-effects hit me on Monday morning when a hot shower alerts me to the fact that I was sunburnt (eina!) and also had bags under my eyes ‘cos I spent the night watching L4yer Cake cos I couldn’t sleep for some odd reason. The movie was cool though, something about how you just can’t escape your fate, you will reap what you sow… that and also that the Drug trade is like Hotel California “You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!” :)

Peace,

M.

I don’t know why…

The truth lies behind those who hide
She asked the questions, but they all lied.
“Girls who swallow can’t stomach their pride.”
She wanted to escape and yes… she tried
But all she could manage was to sit… and cry.

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Marketing and Linkage

Judge rules that a burrito is not a sandwich

Robots re-enact “royale with cheese” scene from Pulp Fiction (Youtube Link)

Play Station 3 Taken Apart (For you MJ!)

Check out these cool Hot Wheels Ad Stickers from Ogilvy India

And finally… How Marketer’s Really Think…
Hitchhiker: You heard of this thing, the 8-Minute Abs?

Ted Stroehmann: Yeah, sure, 8-Minute Abs. Yeah, the excercise video.

Hitchhiker: Yeah, this is going to blow that right out of the water. Listen to this: 7… Minute… Abs.

Ted Stroehmann: Right. Yes. OK, alright. I see where you’re going.

Hitchhiker: Think about it. You walk into a video store, you see 8-Minute Abs sittin’ there, there’s 7-Minute Abs right beside it. Which one are you gonna pick, man?

Ted Stroehmann: I would go for the 7.

Hitchhiker: Bingo, man, bingo. 7-Minute Abs. And we guarantee just as good a workout as the 8-minute folk.

Ted Stroehmann: You guarantee it? That’s — how do you do that?

Hitchhiker: If you’re not happy with the first 7 minutes, we’re gonna send you the extra minute free. You see? That’s it. That’s our motto. That’s where we’re comin’ from. That’s from “A” to “B”.

Ted Stroehmann: That’s right. That’s — that’s good. That’s good. Unless, of course, somebody comes up with 6-Minute Abs. Then you’re in trouble, huh?

[Hitchhiker convulses]

Hitchhiker: No! No, no, not 6! I said 7. Nobody’s comin’ up with 6. Who works out in 6 minutes? You won’t even get your heart goin, not even a mouse on a wheel.

Ted Stroehmann: That — good point.

Hitchhiker: 7′s the key number here. Think about it. 7-Elevens. 7 doors. 7, man, that’s the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin’ on a branch, eatin’ lots of sunflowers on my uncle’s ranch. You know that old children’s tale from the sea. It’s like you’re dreamin’ about Gorgonzola cheese when it’s clearly Brie time, baby…

Say What?

I don’t whether to laugh or cry at these…

Question?

Asslaamu-alaikum. Morlana, My first question is: What is the ruling regarding sleeping with a Porn-Star, who is a muslim, who reads Five times a day and well-versed in the rules of Shariah?

Imam’s Reply:

Ans: Sorry I could not understand your question.

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Question?

My second question is: Are we allowed to eat pork when we do not like the food our mother has made for the evening e.g Bajiyaas?

Imam’s Reply:

Ans: Eating pork is Haraam. Allah has forbidden to eat swine in Quran Allah knows the best

Link

Do people seriously think like this? this has to be a joke.. then again it looks like a legitimate website. And to think of all the bigger problems we have as an Ummah, people asking questions like these? WTF?!?

And a Porn-Star who’s well-versed in Shariah?

Saaleha: Must be from the bow-chika-bow school of thought…

LOL… yeah.. headed by Moulana Ben Dover.

:P

Embracing Hunger

Do you recognise that feeling when you’re embraced in your work ethic, trudging through paperwork, tapping the beige pond of the keyboard… and then it tugs at you, that perceptible tug, pulling but not really touching.  You feel it inside you… right in your gut.  Pure Lust.  Hunger.  That feeling which makes your mind stop.  Suddenly  Market Shares in Nigeria and the issues with the Turkish Supply chain don’t even compare to the picture of the Gigantic King Size Cheese Burger and a large Coke.

The temptation just doesn’t cease, and what seemed so easy in Ramadaan suddenly moves your feet for you, , you can hold conversations but your mind really isn’t there until you know that that King Size Cheese Burger is Dwelling in your tummy…

So it was that today, I had felt that familiar tug. Pure Lust. Hunger…

…and resisted… with all my might… and the thoughts in my head?

“This feeling… this is nothing, you’ve done it before, you can do it again.”

Feeling gets even stronger, I can’t concentrate on my meeting… I see these people but the words just aren’t getting through… I get hit with  the words “Muhammad, what do you think?”  and I’m dumbstruck… “Wha?”
“For fuck sakes, what the hell is this thing… surely I can’t be that hungry for this shit to affect my perception like this…”

“I’m sorry I was distracted, what were you referring to?”

 ”Right… Hunger, Lust, Whatever the fuck (you notice I swear alot when I talk to myself) you are… I’m not giving in to you…so Fuck off.”
Suddenly, the feeling fades… like it usually does in Ramadaan, you get so hungry the feeling just gives up.  anyhow, the scene plays out like something from V for Vendetta.  I just wonder if other people go through this “Battle with the Self”… I’m sure it happens in other contexts as well… like just After Ramadaan I get back to the office and being faced with two bumper editions of FHM and GQ… dillemma, dillemma… to read or not to read… could it really be called reading? Ogling, maybe?

Either way, Jihad must take place and Jihad-un-Nafs (The Struggle against the Self) is the greatest man will ever face… Resistance doesn’t just occure with stones at Tanks and Molotov Cocktails and Kaleshnikovs… it starts right in your gut, and if you can’t master that… you don’t really have the right to go about resisting anything greater, because you will lose.

The fight goes on…

Peace,

M.

Work & Babies.

Came across two newly born kids in the last week, two boys, unbelievably cute :) Making me rethink my stance of having kids later… (no no no, you still got some plans ahead Muhammad, hold that thought)

Here they are…

No, I did not make Little Yusuf Cry… he was hungry (or so i was told) and here’s another little cute kid… hover over the pic for details :)

Right… enough of the babies :)

Work’s got me going too, if anybody can tell me how to get my colleagues in Egypt to answer their phones and reply to message, please let me know… trying to do Marketing across an entire region is as bad as having a 2kg yoghurt enema at a siberian health spa. Aaargh.

Oh and my favourite work quote this week… “The project is a bit complicated due to all the simplification.”

Sounds like something from Dilbert, eh? Oh and I got a new Boss, had a big lunch thing after Jummah on Friday in which I went all aout ordering Sushi (I Love Sushi!) and a Kingclip and Prawns main course. (yUM!) This is making me wonder how I survived during Ramadaan… oi, I miss Ramadaan :( I need to get my ass back into gear, because I feel like I’m so close to being a hypocrite mainly because of the difference I saw in myself in Ramadaan and what I’m slowly becoming now. Insha-Allah this will change, I need to make solid effort!
Make Dua!

Wasalaams :)

Muhammad.