The Adventures of Ben Pt 2

So last week i had an entry about Ben, a so called friend my father had memorable times with. Just to recap, last story Ben had gone fishing and with a little more patience he would have been prosperous. This next story doesn't exactly have that same moral arrangement but rather a good story to warm the heart.

This story starts off with a little background which is duly needed. My grand father passed away when my father was 10 years old. My grand uncle took in my father and uncle as his own and treated them with such love and care as my grand mother was struggled to cope with the loss. My grand uncle took them out to different places, parks and cricket matches just like any loving father would. Right now, my grand uncle is touching 90 and right hand to God, he is the most cutest old man i have ever seen and had the privilege to meet. Now back to the story. Again, for the purpose of the story to make sense i will be stepping in my fathers shoes.

One day Ben and i decided to go to uncles house. He was having some furniture moved in from a distant relative and we thought it would be fun to help arrange it. We saw the sweaty yet gentle men lift and unload the items at our gate and soon straight to the living room. At first there was no exact position it was kept in, just laying around without worry or care of who is going to stub their toe on it next. It was Ben's idea to play a game while the adults talked about their little tv show which was drowned by the volume of the tv itself. He grabbed my arm and said LISTEN we have to run NOW. I got shocked and started to panic. "Don't worry, get on the chair" he commanded me as i nervously nodded and followed his instruction. It slowly came to me, the chairs started moving further away from each other. The temperature started to rise and the floor began to bubble. It was clear, it appeared that we were surrounded by blazing hot lava and the new furniture was our only hope. Even though we were 2 feet apart and quite stationary, we started to yell because we thought we were drifting away. We started to hold hands just so we wouldn't separate but like Scar said to Mufasa, Ben's eyes slowly turned dark and a small smile grew as he came close to my face and said ' I'm the king of the castle ' And he let go of my hand. A long stretched echo amplified the room which brought the adults back in the room only to see me laying on the floor laughing away as Ben rolled on the sofa giggling to his hearts content.

We did get our fair share of scoldings but our uncle loved us dearly and wanted us to grow up the way we wanted to. We were never discouraged unless it was required. After we explained our game to him he told us " oh well, the best way to get over a lava fight like that is to go out and have some ice cream " and readers, everyone knows ice cream to a kid is heaven. So we ran out with uncle and got the ice cream. Our original plan was to get the ice cream back home and then play a board game perhaps but knowing us kids we finished eating the ice cream minutes after ordering it. We loved our uncle a lot. When the football world cup matches were going on, we had a set plan. We would first go out to the park and pretend to be the teams while playing our own match. Ben used to just watch as he was more cricket oriented. Then we would shower and have a nice dinner with the family. Ben would sleep over and at 1 uncle would wake us up because the match would be starting around then. My uncle had just bought a tv around then and we treasured it so much. It was our first tv and it was black and white. We bought it specifically for the world cup. After every match, uncle would warm up the milk and tuck us in bed with a song that is still used in our family, ave maria. It's a song we've passed down i guess maybe with a few alterations. After we slept, he used to pray for all of us with his wife and the head on to sleep himself. An uncle like him is one to cherish every moment. He never hit us but made sure i took care of my brother. I was a very strict brother. There were days when Ben couldn't come over because my brother was recovering from the beatings that were given. To this day i get a bittersweet symphony when remembering my childhood because i know i was strict but without it i'm sure he wouldn't be the amazing husband father brother uncle and god father he is today.

Uncle always had a soft spot for cricket. He always told us to bring up our children to play cricket even though we were football fans. But his persistence never gave up. He convinced us that football is played for the money while cricket is played for the heart. There is a passion for cricket and a greed for football. Now i'm just saying as an innocent bystander he was just very passionate about cricket and has nothing against football. In fact he still watches every Barcelona match to this day even in his challenging age, he manages to keep in touch with the Champions League, better than myself. Uncle liked Ben for the lone fact that he resembled him a lot. The one thing about uncle which everyone loved about him was his smile and that twinkle in his eye when he did so. It was that smile that when you saw it you were assured security love and kindness. A look which apparently i attained.

This wasn't really a story about Ben but i wanted to showcase my grand uncle with some respect to Ben (because after all, it's called the adventures of Ben) Anyway, i hope you all enjoyed, hopefully another will come up day after. Keep it real, peace on the streets San

The Adventures of Ben

So long ago when I was just a wee lad, my father used to tell me stories about his childhood friend, Ben. Now coincidentally my uncles name was Benedict, so my brothers and myself always thought these amazing stories were about him, but our grandmother assured us that it was actually about this weird childhood friend who has no photos or anything tangible to be remembered by.

Maybe he was real, maybe he wasn't but i think i'm going to ignite my blog with all his stories, as far as i can remember. I'll start off with his first adventure, the fishing trip.

As all great stories start, once upon a time there were two boys and for the sake of not getting confused later on, one was me and the other was Ben. So Ben and i were walking down the road, kicking pebbles and cans along the way when suddenly Ben had this bright idea to go fishing. Now being a child of my background, i was pretty much into it so i said Challo why not? So we ran off, both to our houses, and packed up. We got our moms to make us some sandwiches, we took some juice boxes, wore some shorts and scavenged for those weird looking fish hats. When we finally reached the lake we grabbed 2 sticks and some thread we packed and made our own rod. To us, it was a masterpiece, to the common eye it was just a stick with thread on it. We were quite the imaginative kids back then and we would pretty much come up with the strangest explanations for the smallest things. We didn't know what to use for bait so we tried tying part of our sandwich to the rope and we flung it in the water just like in the cartoons expecting it to go really far and make that *bloop* sound but all we got was a *smoosh* if that makes any sense. We waited for what felt like hours which was actually 5 mins and being the immature people we are, we began to get impatient. We started throwing rocks in the water to pass time, see who could skip it the furthest and no tug from the fishes as yet.

We couldn't handle it at all, so we ate the sandwiches, drank the juice and left the sticks there. We didn't want to wait any longer to catch fish that might not have even been there. The ongoing impatience made us frustrated and annoyed. We collected our things and made way to our homes where we knew for a fact mom had gone to the market and bought us some nice fish, which by now would be fried and set on the table for us to devour. After the great meal, we went off to bed with some slight expectation we might catch something in our sleep.

The next morning we hear ol Shahan yelling about how he's done it. I ran down to meet him and lo and behold i see him standing there with our majestic rods and a bag full of caught fish. I immediately ran to Ben and told him about it. The both of us were so surprised we began interviewing Shahan. Our mouths gaped open, we heard his side of the story which went a bit like this. " i saw you guys walk away from the lake and i thought maybe you left some sandwiches because i saw you both munching away. As i walked up, your rods began to move and i thought it was my fault, maybe i kicked it but it was going too fast and steady for a kick. I ran after it and caught it and heaved with all my might and this huge fish was just flip flopping away. At first i was like wow that's a big fish, but what's better than a big fish? More. So i stayed for a bit and caught about 5 more fish which i kept in a bag to show you guys. Maybe if you waited a bit more, you would have caught them. "

As Ben and i slowly pulled our jaws back up from the ground, we realized that patience is indeed a virtue. If we had just stayed a little longer we would have caught so many fish and our night would have been made.

When my father told me these stories, it was intended to have a moral per story to actually make it worthwhile. And you can clearly see here what the moral is. If i get time i'll write down the other adventures. I hope this story entices you to want to know more about Ben.
Till next time, peace on the streets SAN

Times

It's amazing how i randomly write a post every now and then when before i used to be so consistent.
Let's do a recap, I'm in my last year of school, i'm still with my girl, i've been watching more tv series and now i more house/dance genre inclined.

BIG BOOBS

Now that i have your attention i think you all should know that i don't add posts that frequently, although when i do i make them count. i'm watching this tv show called Awkward, its too good. It's all about a teenage daughter going to high school. i'm not watching it cause i like it, HELL to the NO, i'm watching this as if it was a documentary, now i can understand how the wild and crazed female species operates and what makes them so unstable.

That's a mystery to everyone, women. i'm sure they try really hard to make it clear what they want but its not how we men actually see it. They can say 'yeah its fine if you hang out with her' but she ACTUALLY means ' touch her and die bitch! ' That's one problem with them, they don't know we can't read their double meaning. And the best part is that even if we DO understand it, we don't really give a rats ass about it, we enjoy seeing them go crazy cause in some weird way we know they care a lot.

I'm tired so i'm gonna go now, take it easy Internet

Blogging

Blogging isn't something i do ALL the time. i like blogging, i mean its like my public diary, but i just don't feel the need to post something everyday. Its not as if everyday of my life is something worth posting. Granted, i AM a talented writer and im quite the cute one but that doesn't mean my life is full of surprises are gifts and chocolate covered rainbows. Also im not that kinda of guy who is gonna post about everything and when i say that, i actually mean it. If you've seen FB statuses, before it was 'Going out' or 'With the love of my life' yeah its still like that but you know, its changed. People keep up statuses like 'Like for a like' or 'OMG the guy at the counter is so cute' NOBODY CARES! How do we know about the guy at the counter we can't see him! Mark Zuckerburg never intended that 'whats on your mind' implied 'im doing this right now, suck on that'

And dont get me started on twitter...Sure, its like FB but only the status part. and the thing is, there are ALWAYS updates. People are always tweeting about what happened. 'i just took a dump' ' it hurts' 'yuck it splashed' and 20 minutes later 'i need more fibre in my diet' i mean come on ladies and gentlemen, get back with creativity and write and autobiography, 'my tales, chapter one, the toilet' and get it over with.

Its the month of March so im guessing its that time where we start talking about the Young Entrepreneur competition :D i'll post a link so you guys can check it out. Dont forget to like and share (: It doesnt matter if you're far away, your likes are always appreciated.

Till next time folks

Guess who's back :D

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I dont really know what to write anymore, i guess i got writers block loljk im a talented little turtle B)

You know SO much has happened since the last time i blogged, both good and bad. i lost some friends, gained a few and met someone who has become the world to me. I cant exactly say that ive had the time of my life cause well i havent. The friends i lost happened to be the closest to me, the ones that i really REALLY cared about. So as of today, or yesterday to be precise, i'll have to start to re establish that once old and now dying friendship.

There are times in your life where you have to stop think and wonder what going on, whats happening and what are you doing right now. Thats why the frequent question is asked, what are you thinking about right now? Right now? Im thinking about why there is a lizard staying in my house rent free when that scaly bugger should be killing flies to be allowed in my room.

My point being, although people say live in the moment, live in the present, be spontaneous etc etc, i believe we shouldnt do all that. Now correct me if im wrong but what if spontaneity got us to all the wrong places and showed us the shorter paths in life rather than taking the trouble and learning something new? NOTE this is my belief i couldnt care less what yours is (:

Im gonna leave this topic now cause i havent written in a while, so i dont want to exhaust all my thoughts and ideas in one long ass post :P

Ciaoo readers, till next time