I was dreaming when I wrote this so forgive me if I go astray…What would you do if you had 100 million dollars waiting for your greedy hands to play with? Before even beginning to vision ridiculous amounts of riches, I’d like to state that money is an evil instrument that allows anyone to partake in self-centeredness, cruelty, and powerful egotism. In recent times, this predicament (more money, more problems), has been testing my mind’s limits vigorously. I’m referring to anywhere between 25 million dollars to 50 million and possibly even 100 million dollars. I mean one’s options are really endless at that point, in terms of all terms; business, power, pleasure, gratification, dreams, and generally doing what you want, wherever you want, and whenever you want to do it. Lately, I’ve been picking my brain to show you how this athlete would be living. When I think about building a house from scratch, it is daunting, and I couldn’t begin to write about every diminutive detail. What I can do is inventively paint a picture that only exists in our minds, showing you how my house would look like if of course I had millions, perhaps even a billion to fool around with. In terms of living comfortably, a mansion wouldn’t do me justice. Don’t get me wrong, a well-sized house would be sweet but too big is plainly a waste of space. More often than not, I’m physically exhausted by the end of the day, so the last thing I want when I get home is to walk half a mile just to get a cold beverage/or some dinner. This body needs rest too. You know what I mean? So having a massively lavish house is out of question…9500 square feet would be good enough for me. I’m no king, and even kings aren’t fit to live like the uncommon kings of true altruism that come by once every so often…deserve to live. If I was the richest man on earth blessed with a number of children, I’d stick 2 of them in each bedroom until they grow to the age of independence. Why on earth would you have your kids grow up in rooms of loneliness and seclusion? Therefore a gazillion rooms means absolutely nothing to me, no matter the amount of children my lover bares. However, each room in my dream home will be worshiped and cherished, very much so to the point where each would have a unique name to best exemplify the room’s purpose and functions.

Let me update y’all that my home-creating vision is absolutely dreadful, and that the only creative fluency I have is pretty well from painting, installing hardwood flooring, varnishing the hardwood, furnishing the place, dusting, cleaning in general, and a bit of gardening here and there; at the office that I currently work in. In fact, it’s a regular home, but we transformed it in to a welcoming office-like headquarters. So I kind of do know what I’m talking about, but at the same time I’m just as lost as most amateurs would be. Planning a dream home can be very tricky, but really..how hard can it be? If you’re building and planning from scratch, then of course it will be challenging, however most people do the exact opposite and just select one from a street where all homes look alike. What I can tell you is: if you decide to plan everything from scratch, or just about scratch, then it will definitely be a memorable and fulfilling experience. One obvious beginners step would be deciding what kind of look you’d like covering floors all over the house…whether it be carpet, marble, hardwood, or a mixture of each. That alone will take weeks, perhaps even months for the perfectionists who have been thinking about their dream home while asleep for decades. Furthermore, surely people need the perfect coloured walls, carpets, floor coverings, drapes, etc. My point being I couldn’t care less about most of the house designing process. Although, my say will count in the flooring options since I’d appreciate hardwood more because I would rather sweep then vacuum, and that comes from experience. Now, plugging in fancy furniture and arty masterpieces is where it gets interesting. But really that just adds to the complications for the mind-numbed. That along with everything listed above, and all sorts of other intricacies I couldn’t begin to explain, will probably be left up to Jessica Alba, since she will be my wife in this dream. In fact, she’ll be gold-digging holes through my feeble heart, cavernously, deeper than the actual path from the earth’s crust to hell.

Now that we’ve established that I want absolutely nothing to do with nearly all of the house-designing development, let’s get to the fun stuff! This particular room will unquestionably be my favorite by far, and will commonly be known as the game room, but in fact will be called Play. (Not with a P, but instead with a B: the Arab version) He-He…I just really enjoy the way that sounds, Blay. Say it out loud…Blay…Oh yes and almost everything will be red, or some shade of red…the colour in my belief that best mingles the theme of the room: Basketball. (Bulls dynasty, Toronto Raptors, and the basketball itself is a reddish orange.) The instant people pierce through Blay, they’ll be awestruck and captivated by the game-night-vibe that overcomes them, from every wall stunningly overflowing with jerseys representing my much loved leagues and players.(Jordan, Zidane, Magic, Ronaldinho, Maradona, Bosh, Calderon, & way more!) In terms of large bits and pieces of furnishings, the Blay will consist of many, many objects. We’ll begin with 3 sitting mechanisms. The first being a crunchy sack emulating a larger than life basketball, so soft it literally feels like you’re at massage parlor getting one. The second with the same type of console but looks like a red and baby-blue soccer ball. The third will be in the middle of the sitting area, a leathery red bus-sized sofa that alone can seat 20 people, and overall provides the room with hosting capabilities. The repugnant carpets will be enveloped in dark-cherry hardwood and moreover varnished in thick cherry coloured liquids. And gorgeous Persian rugs will protect the hardwood floors from being scraped by heavy equipment. In the far corner there’ll be dark-red shelf holding an assortment of entertaining, mind-hurting board games that only include scrabble, monopoly, and chess. That’s all for board games, and really what more do you need? Moreover, right beside the red shelf, you’ll be thrilled when you take in the charming pool table with red patting instead of the common green, a foosball table with red balls instead of the usual white, and a completely red poker table just in case you feel like putting your money where your mouth is…all with the amazing ability to kill days of lingering boredom. Now we move on to the nucleus of the Blay: the entertainment center. A flat screen, high-def, television system built specifically for colossal Giants would be fitting…with the latest hi-tech, thunderous surround sound to provide a more real-life atmosphere during electrifying games. And what is a mammoth fully-equipped monstrous television entertainment center without a high-powered satellite that includes over ten thousand global channels, most importantly including NBA TV/Raptors Tv, Gol TV, HBO, TLN, and these are my only must haves. This sexy, matrix-like facility will definitely have the aptitude to host and be the spotlight of very significant nights…For instance: Stanley Cup sleepovers, the NBA Playoffs, Summer Olympics, Champion’s League Finals, every single Raptor’s game, and the World Cup. Oh wait a sec, I’ll probably be at the 2010 World cup as I mentioned in my earlier post ‘daydreamin’, so strike that. Alongside the big screen, on neighboring walls, we’ll have a few smaller plasma screens to allow different games to go on concurrently. For example, fc Barcelona will win the Champions League Final in Moscow, while the Toronto Raptors knock off Cleveland Cavilers in the Eastern Conference Finals at home, all at the same time, whilst your kids shoot each other’s blood-spattered heads off in Halo 1. Speaking of video games…the latest version of x-Box and Play Station alongside the most up-to-date Halos, NBA Lives, NBA 2Ks, NHL Hits, and Fifas, will be accessible for your fidgety fingertips…in a well-organized standup mini-shelf located between the dreamlike Tv and the plasma screens. We’ll have a few mechanical devices installed behind the jersey-drenched walls, so all you need to do is whisper ‘Game Time’ the instant you enter Blay, and the theater-like entertainments will conveniently activate. The additional mechanical device will be installed in the gigantic surround sound speakers that mimic Vianca Trump’s irresistible voice and bellows: Uno, Doce, Tres!!!…each and every time a Toronto Raptor connects from three-point-land. Or, when fcBarcelona nets a goal, she’ll scream out GOAALLL so loud that the red bricks out in the garden will split. I’ll get to the garden itself shortly. And if you aren’t particularly fond of the television’s play by play announcers, we’ll even have a loud microphone so go nuts…if of course you prefer muting the game and doing play by play yourself. I know I will occasionally, since Leo Routins can be annoying at times. And finally, cannot forget the Karaoke machine because I absolutely love pouring my heart in to a large bar of soup, so why not do the real thing?…Plus, Karaoke = Cool! 

I know how it is when it comes to having the right food in front of you at the right time…especially game time. If I go 2 weeks without the world’s greatest chicken, unfriendly withdrawals will conquer my taste buds and leave me craving some Popeyes. A proper game-nut knows that watching the game isn’t complete without appetizers or food. Although I’ve been through the entire new year without a droplet of any type of pop or hard liquor, I’m still a cold cut, sandwich nutcase, and well..chips goes best with. Thus, in my efforts to eat healthier, I had to cut my chips obsession down to only Doritos and Ketchup, and believe you me, it was one of the hardest decisions of my life…Ha-Ha…Eliminate the mini-fridge image from your mind immediately, because these famished bellies will require a 12-foot, stainless steel fridge bordered by red drawers and cupboards to hold freshly picked vegetables and fruit, frosty cocktails, and flavorsome appetizers. You know..chips & dip, veggie trays, and common lip-smacking nibbles. If, however, we don’t have what you fancy and you suddenly desire to transform in to chef-mode, in hope to show off your cookery skills, then ingredients to the world’s most scrumptious snacks will be available in little trays of organized reading cards, so be my guest, because I’m open to all types of food..except shit..so no pork please and thank you. Although, a gut feeling tells me you might not feel the need to cook when you see the miniature, indoor built Popeyes flanking the mammoth Fridge…and the reasoning for this is pretty simple…their Chicken, fries, and mash potatoes is incomparably mouthwatering. Right about now you might be sort of worrisome because I’ve failed to mention a bar. Calm down, I will not disregard the alcoholics, but mind you this mini-bar will only store somewhat healthy drinks including Canadian beer, the 1540 dollar Dom Romane Conti and the infamous Dom Perignon. The beer will be saved for heart-breaking losses, and the champagne alongside extremely expensive wines will be whipped out during round-clinching victories and championships. Last but not least, one whole compartment must be committed to storing an everlasting amount of salami & cheese for the reason being that the Toronto Raptors are only skyrocketing to maroon cloudless skies in the near future!

For some of us being overweight isn’t problematical, but we got the flabby folks covered too. This room is simply explained through its name ‘Well-Being’; primarily being well after all that unhealthful snack/junk food that you will most likely need to burn off immediately for an important wedding or laid back(totally nude) pool party. I kid! No nude pool parties, although skinny-dipping does seem tantalizing at times and I could do with a few. I always notice on Mtv Cribs that these mega rich celebrities have complete fitness centers in their homes. Seriously, I doubt that’s all necessary. For myself, I’d be content with a bench press, and a few dumbbells to sharpen my back/shoulders. By and large, a small room with advanced training equipment to make working out fun. A Radio among a flat screen of course will provide the oomph you’ll need for a pleasantly light workout. As far as improving footwork and dance-technique goes, a crimson punching bag with a printout of George Bush’s revolting face glued to the midpoint will come in real useful. Believe you me, emulating rocky for 25 minute periods can do wonders for your ball game. Most fittingly…adjacent to the Wellbeing room, there’ll be an internal, fully-modernized, basketball court with the exact hardwood floorings the NBA has, and a pretty glass backboard. Again, Mtv Cribs demonstrates how the extremely wealthy squander their money foolishly. I’ve never really been a full-court type of player. I mean I can be effective on those terms, but I’m used to the half-court three on threes or one on one challenges. Thus, there would be no need in my house for a full-court gymnasium. Plus, if you’re feeling larger games summing ten players, than you’re better off taking your 5-man crew to a real life court to make the challenge worthwhile. I know..not implementing  a full-court gym is crazy right? A full court would be awesome, but I’m also bearing in mind that too much running is terrible for your knee-joints, and I run way to much as it is. I’m trying to balance everything out here, so give me a break will ya? A mini-gym the size of an average master bedroom times two would be more than enough to host never ending battles. In addition, there’ll be a C.D. player articulating good music to enthuse our ambitious legs. In a far corner a dark-red door will be noticeable, and this door will open up to a slighter room named the Equip. Essentially, this storeroom shall hold and treasure all the latest sporting utensils owned by yours truly, and a trampoline for the inadequates who hope to fly with the big boys…I’m warning y’all now, fix your game before coming to play with us, because there will be no baskets lower then 10-feet, specially not those manual nets that you can manually adjust. And this leads to my reason as to why I absolutely worship basketball. All you need are a pair of ripped up sneakers, a basketball, a pair of healthy legs, and an indoor basketball facility..Ha-Ha. The Equip will have a few shelves that neatly store all sorts of footgear from Jordans to indoor leathery soccer shoes…all systematized by colour, name-brand, and size. I would love to feature a list of the precise shoes but I can already tell this post is going to be long, so I’ll leave it at that. This would be a faultless time to plug in the mini-fridge I told you to erase from you mind. I’m in kind of a dilemma these days; you see I’m at a point in my life where I’m torn between tap water and bottled water. And as I figure things out, I’ll update this post. But for now the mini-fridge will hold plenty of ice-cold water bottles to relieve our desert-like throats…and glacial ice patches to comfort our sore feet, tender kneecaps, and depleted legs.

And just when you think there can be no more, there’s about ten paragraphs more, so I recommend a quick bathroom break, and a cold beverage when you get back…don’t worry I’m not going anywhere…Near the outer edge of the Equip, there’ll be a back door that leads to a steep staircase moving upwards and ultimately to the exterior of the house where you’ll be mesmerized by the environs of our enticing back yard. We’ll get to the back yard itself later, but first the instant you enter this room you’ll notice a well-sized, bottomless, indoor swimming pool with a towering diving board built especially for dangerous dives, headfirst plunges, canons, and summersaults, in of course the perfectly temperatured water…In fact, you’ll technically still be indoors as this enclosed swimming area will be transparent surrounded by silky-smooth, see-through glass…which will allow us to go swimming in a frosty winterland. This view of the snowy backyard as your body soaks in warm waters, can be overwhelming, particularly in winter whilst God sprinkles snow onto the world’s surface as if each spec of snowfall came from a planet-sized saltshaker to add some seasoning to the world(I hope you got that)…as if this entire planet was merely a tasty hamburger destined to satisfy God’s ravenous belly. And perhaps He’ll devour us all the moment he feels the world must end. Furthermore, the scorching-hot waves of our four-star Jacuzzi will send thousands of soothing vibes to your nerves as your body unwinds and your shattered muscles peacefully recover from hours, hours, hours, hours, hours, and hours, of playing basketball…everyday…

Now let’s quickly switch gears to summertime and springy sun-drenched afternoons. As the sunlight pierces through the gemstone red-glass, the sliding doors will shimmer, linking the swimming quarter to the beginnings of the summery, sea-green backyard. The complete backyard will be give or take 5 acres, bounded by newly trimmed, wine-red rosebushes that’ll be medium lengthened as well…A backyard this breathtaking mustn’t be veiled to our filthy rich neighbors’ eager eyeballs. Now, prior to depicting the remainder of the backyard, you’ll notice resourceful flooring patterns planted in to the ground to give everyone a graceful way of moving around the backyard’s patches, gardens, grasslands, and mini-forest…I wish to have electric-blue marbled sandstones intertwining different paths connecting all focal points and eye-catching objects to provide not only a comfortable way of moving around, but also to add a welcoming setting. You can’t miss the massive circular fountain flowing dazzling water in gulps, thats main purpose is to collect coined currency that will be funded to a scitsofrania foundation. Entirely unclothed human-sculptured fountains will be stationed sporadically giving the backyard and particularly the greenly gardens a striking, attention-grabbing wakefulness. These statuettes will exhibit one-half of the quintessence of the ultimate beauty God has laid upon humankind: the female body. Accordingly, the female body-shaped fountains will have petite and tight, but shapely butts, with one ass-half identical to Jessica Alba’s left butcheek and the other identical to the right butcheek of Lily Thai’s heavenly buttocks. Every last one of these lovely fountains will have a powerful word or utterance of words engraved across their necks just below their heads in pinkish-red handwriting (such as: gentle, silence, tranquility, melody, dream, love or an exquisite statement, etc) that gives our guests an idea of what we truly feel heaven on earth embodies. Exclusively when hosting extravagant get-togethers, sparkling, extremely lavish wine shall sputter through the lady-like kiwifruit-sized breasts over the spotlessly cut emerald grassland, as well as filling random thirsting wineglasses. Her other privates shall be covered with pulsating leaves of scarlet, symbolizing the second most precious and beautiful thing God lay upon us; saving oneself. Her face will be absolutely indistinguishable accept for a powerful upright curve just above her chin, symbolizing that true happiness exists in all women that appreciate their inner, natural beauty.

A wise and inner-beautiful woman once blessed me with a few words: “Anyone can cut down a tree, but it takes an intelligent individual to plant life.” This lovely statement, amid discovering that the healthiest way to live is to crop my own fruits and vegetables, believe it or not..encouraged my gardening interests…I look forward to assembling my own gardens of organics, flowers, herbs & spices, and exotic plant life. The majority of the crop growing will be located behind everything else near the conclusion of the back yard. It will be divided in to quite a few different sectors, but mainly a flower garden, an organic garden, and a bluish-green forest where my grown-up white tiger happily resides, tied to a 100 year old tree with a garantuan trunk. The floristries will include many flower types that comprise Spring, Tropical, Exotic, Rose, among other extremely rare species. Let me dive into detail swiftly. My flower gardens will encompass many different coloured roses, lilies, violets, sunflowers, daffodils, tulips, lilacs, ginger, iris, orchids, carnations, snapdragons, calla lily, grape hyacinth, pink mink protea, anthurium(heart-shaped), everblooming climbers, and a number of other infrequent flowers that I’ve yet to read or hear about. I can almost hear the guys laughing now, but where are your insulting chuckles on the courts, where I leave you eating natty dust. After they completely blossom, these flowers will be planted in ruby flowerboxes frequently stationed all over the colourul backyard. My soul hopes one day that the collective aroma of all these living divinities can repair just a quarter of the damaged organ that thuds ever so lightly on the left part of my chest…I know time has been good to me, but the showery day we parted ways still subsists inside me. I’m progressing but the blissful sunshine seems unreachable at times, and perhaps one day, when this heart regains its reddish, electric, youthful gift to care, love will find me again…And when that brightly sun-lit day arrives, I’ll hand a handful of freshly picked red roses to someone, somewhere, out there…

Moving on to the less romantic and more health-oriented gardening…The organic garden will be ordered in subdivisions such as vegetables, fruits, spices, and other homely goods…Actually half of the fruit will be grown on trees in the arboretum-filled forest and others planted in to the ground every Spring. A mishmash of soil patches will bring to life uncontaminated food including: apples, grapes, oranges, bananas, pares, peaches, plums, grapefruit, strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, crow berries, black mulberry, bayberries, huckleberries, wine berries.. Did I mention I love berries?…Sour cherries, African-cherry-oranges, sugar-apples, a variety of delicious apples that I do not know the names of but must have according to my taste-buds’ memory…kiwifruit, honeysuckle, paw paws, dragon fruits, sea-grapes, beach plums, melons, horned melon, sweet lemons, limes, sultanas, tangerines, coconuts, mangos, watermelons, jackfruit, nana, raisons, chili pepper, sweet pepper, mushrooms, olives, almonds, walnuts, coffee, and plenty more, but for my temporary imagination, it’ll do. An aside all of this natural unrefined organics, several exotic plants such as cacti, cycads, passion flowers, venus flytraps, Kuzu, and various other succulents..will surround the main boxes of soil patches to give an attractive working environment. No need for a professional gardener, I need to keep busy, with some help of course…Now, how on earth will I plot everything without proper gardening accessories? Two red sheds will do. One stationed exactly between the gardening soil patches and the forest that borders and completes the backyard and the other located near the mini soccer pitch closer to the front. Both shacks will have a glass roof, to allow the sunlight to envelope the entire shack and supply energy to stored bags of fruiting-seeds, bagged veggie seeds, succulents, plants, etc. In addition, the shacks will equip me with the essential gardening tools that include: ground-rock mineral supplements, soil-building mainstays, earth-maker compost bins, fertilizers, gloves & wearables, turf tools, shovels, pond liners, pitchforks, knives, sprinklers, hedge trimmers, leaf sweepers, leaf blowers, a racing lawnmoyer (yes..a drivable versoin)..and garden furniture comprising fountainwalls, fences, paving, outdoor lighting to provide glowing beauty at night, water features, ornaments, and  other gardening apparel that I’m not currently familiar with.

As you make your way back from all the greenly gardens, you’ll see another well-sized area that can perceive you from far but as you make your way towards it, you’ll see a mini, picket-fenced soccer field. Mind you, this patch is primarily built to function as two different mannerisms. In winter an ice-rink will be built. As nature takes its course and the Sun burns the frosty ice, and summer arrives, the ice-rink will liquefy, and cleverly evolve in to the original soccer pitch. And handily, next to that, there’ll be a shed storing all sorts of sporting equipment from hockey equipment, to tennis rackets, to golf clubs, to outdoor soccer cleats. In the same storage room there’ll be small footy nets like the ones you see up by Mother Teresa(my old high school), except these will have strong mesh made from my torn childhood soccer jerseys presently rotting away in my attic…

I can see my Sundays now, involving a bellyaching lunch whilst a nail-biting Raptors game around noon, then burning off all that plump in an indoor basketball session around 3, and afterwards spending an afternoon planting life in the gardens. As my body and mind exhaust, I wouldn’t mind relaxing the remainder of the starlit sunset back on the pond amist the animal-contained forest, and float on one of those water-floater thingies, listening to absolute silence, accept for the bluejays chirping blissful birdly melodies..and the frogs burpingly catapollting themselves in to the breezey air. All while my fingers flip through one of  Khaled Hososeni’s unbelievingly depressing master pieces. And if this heavenly setting doesn’t suit my momentous mood than I’ll make my way to the hayek sewed together of my babyhood clothing, and crumble onto the babyskin-smooth bands of rope, and sway back and fourth, for hours at a time, and drift away…as an author’s brilliant writing style emotionally attaches me to incredibly charismatic and loveable characters like Dumbledore, Hermoine Granger, and Ron Weasley…With my body and spirit in an utterly blissful environment, whilst my mind is in the heat of a world-threatening warfare as brave soldiers fight for their hearts to thump just a few more moments…Drifting…drifting…drifting. Then my dogs can startle me for a minute as they quietly crawl upon me, lay on each side of me, begging for some attention or a treaty biscuit. Zizou, the male, will be a dangerous half Husky half German Shepard. Clit, the female, will be a fine-looking Dalmatian. Subsequently, nature will take its course and they’ll mate as if they’re the horniest animals on planet Earth, particularly like Bonobos, only in doggy style of course…Zizou and Clit will bare 2 adorable puppies named Ronaldinho and Fiji. These funny creatures will shed infinite amounts of hair on my bed, soak their fluffy bodies in my pool, and strengthen their animalistic thighs as they run amok in my backyard…So, clearly, there’ll be no need for a doghouse.

An average-sized room with several pretty-looking shelves that hold hundreds, maybe even thousands of beautifully written, heart-felt, and touching tales including: all the Grishams…even though I virtually read all the good ones, I would have to reread the Partner, the Brethren, and the Firm, because those three are solely responsible for enriching my soul with a passion to everlastingly write and read English…As well as, Arabic and Spanish lingual guides, fantasy tales like Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings, every book written by Khaled Hosseini and plenty more! What would a study room be without a hi-tech supercomputer?…With lightening-quick internet and a powerful tower built with an unlimited amount of gigabytes and processing power, alongside a 40-inch flat-screen monitor that flamboyantly brings hundreds of colourul photographs to life from sumptuous trips all over the globe. These priceless moments will probably incorporate a holy pilgrimage to Mecca in Saudi Arabia,  riding a carriage through Central Park in New York, seeing the riveting Patagonia in South America, absorbing the Great Pyramids of Giza in Egypt, diving the towering Angel Falls in Peru, catching a Barca game at Camp Nou in Barcelona, and even a few scattered photos of merely listening to a hundred lips conversing delightfully in French near the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

The music room will oppose the study room, and will be called therapeutic, because that’s exactly what music is to me. Whether it’s playing our wide variety of guitars, fiddling the violens, drumming the tubbleh, creating beats on the beat-making organism, recording tracks, letting your fingers sing through our mint piano, singing a soulful song in to the microphone surrounded by deaf glass, or just listening to the countless amounts of records and Cds available for your vulnerable ears. These musical masterpieces will be organized on roomy shelving surrounding 4 walls. Each wall will keep three genres that include Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Rock, Soft Rock, Reggae, Jazz, Arabic, Spanish, Classical, meaningful Rap, festive Hip-Hop, Jungle, and bit of Country. The ceiling will be coloured in black and white stripes, for the reason being that in my belief, these shades best symbolize great music. The therapeutic is exactly where all my thoughts will be penciled onto paper, or typed in to a laptop…with some classic Marvin Gaye playing lightly in the back round granting my wits with words to trickle through me with grace…

The front yard and garage will be absolutely middling to give onlookers a false perceptive of mediocrity. The garage will hold useful accessories alongside 2 mini-automobiles to travel around the neighborhood swifly.. And oddly we get to front yard last, where you’re probably expecting a number of lavish cars. You’ll see only one vehicle, nothing to fancy…maybe a Ford truck which will usefully transport many big paper bags of dog food, cleaning supplies, gardening supplies, and other home-making necessities for mi cocina; speaking of..the designing will be left up to my baby, my darling, my wonderful, my dream….There are a few things no matter the amount of riches to play with, that I would see as a complete waste of time and space, even for royalty. I wouldn’t need what most extremely powerful people need. For example: a hummer, porsche, theater, bowling alley, casino, barber shop, etc. You might as well buy the damn city you live in. I should say at this point that the basement, living room, and bedrooms will most probably be as normal as can be as well. Like for real, I’m not preposterous and indeed quite levelheaded, and will refuse to spoil my single mother-born child. But will certainly live to spoil some foreign children that are in need of a life-changing experience.

I indeed wish to adopt a few kids that are living in dreadfully heart-breaking and tear-jerking conditions. I’d have to rescue one of those parentless Iraqi babies stuck in a dirty house, naked, with hundreds of other naked babies in the exact same social disaster, all tied to a bed with duck tape on their mouths by evil-American soldiers to prevent the nonstop howling for their parents. Because sadly, these babies are too young to even understand that their parents are no longer breathing, that their thirsty souls will never again suck their mother’s breasts, because she is blown in pieces that are composting into Iraq’s blood-covered grains of sand…I can effortlessly be a father to one those babies, maybe even more. Perhaps I’ll adopt the seven-year old Iraqi boy that awoke in a hospital room armless, legless and a lonesome orphan in a country where he can’t even communicate the common language of English. And scornfully, the same boy will feel a tiny sum of faith as he eventually discovers that God decided to save him instead of his entire family. This boy can live with me. I can employ a nurse to medically care for him, we’ll spend days in my library, and I’ll teach him English, so well to the point where he can read the same newspaper article that I read about him…to at least let him know who brought anguish to his soul. Or maybe God intended my life to help a 9-year old kid from Sierra Leone, Africa, that has been a child soldier for years and has killed his own family as he watched his superior rape his mother to death. He can live with me too, and learn how to worship superiors such as Ronaldinho or Chris Bosh, and play soccer and basketball everyday, until his enjoyment completely wipes out his brainwashed mind of the unforgivable sins he has committed. Maybe someone needs to pay attention to a young woman from Palestine that had been raped by Israeli soldiers, thus leaving her a ‘whour’ in her own father’s eyes now that no one will bare her children, and ultimately unloved, and possibly even abandoned. She can sit with me, be my daughter, be my friend, and I’ll teach her the beauty of planting life in the gardens, and she’ll read a Thousand Splendid Suns aloud to me, on the pond garden we both crafted together…How about the 19 year old women from Afghanistan that had her writing hand chopped off for humming a melody or mildly allowing a strand of  hair to breathe in the frisky air that God intended it for. She can be my friend as well. She can grow her hair as long as mine and expose it to the sun anytime she hopes to. She can have my music room, and not only hum inside it, but sing her favorite songs with every amount of excitement in her. Maybe someone needs to change the world…or at least fail trying… 

I’ve put a lot of thinking in to this and I’ve concluded that I believe in Seven Heavens. I’m all for living comfortably and my idea of that is what’s written in this never ending post. What’s imperative to me is living healthy, living passionately, and living happily…FUCK the expensive cars, the monthly trips to tropical islands, the heavy alcohol consumption, the freaky fiestas, the cocaine snorting off of bubbly tits, the heavenly orgies, and in general…fuck the world-buying attitude. I’m no saint. I don’t pray, I don’t fast, I don’t recite the Quran, and nor do I ever plan too. However, I would like to contribute my fair share of generosity to the world no matter where I’m living. If indeed this ground-breaking website you guys truly believe is gold explodes, than all I want from you guys is enough capital to pursue a few dreams of my own. Someone needs to make a pleasant difference on this evil planet. These are the types of opportunities that are crossing my mind…Building a few mosques, wherever, and we’ll put trusted people in charge…not these phony Muslims with long white beards and multiple wives, who pretend to be genuine but rather send all the donation money back home directly to their starving relatives. Fucking cowards. I would definitely try to do some good in a few selective countries such as: Palestine, Iraq, several African nations, Lebanon, etc. I would go back home to Palestine, build 1000 soccer fields, where many underprivileged Palestinian kids, both boys and girls, can forget about the horrific war zone they live in, even if for just one day. In all likelihood the Israeli government will to get in our way, and if so, I will build 1000 houses here in Toronto, and collect rent from each every month, then bequeath that large sum to positive Palestinian organizations. In Iraq our power will be limited as well, but we’ll donate a few mill to families in fucked up living conditions. A recreation centre will be built in Lebanon where little kids can get involved in productive activities. I would love to build many basketball courts everywhere, both indoor and outdoor. The outdoor on ghetto cement, but good enough for virtually anyone to play on. Indoor courts would be more of an organized undertaking, built in full-court gymnasiums that have a variety of sporting options; latest version of basketball nets, in door-hockey nets, in door- soccer nets, etc. These will certainly keep kids away from drugs, smoking cigarettes, and from emotively throwing rocks at lingering life-threatening tanks. Equipment rooms will be available with every piece of equipment you can think of, awaiting to be worn out by these poor kids.

You fully know that I’m on board. I have been since day one. And whether you change the world, or the world turns on you, I’ll be in your corner…Brother…But I hope when you read this, it will have the slightest influence on that ambitious heart of yours…because I know unbounded riches is virtually a heavenly path to Hell. There, I did it, boy that felt good, it’s all out there now, my true colours no longer secreted. Even though I see absolutely no chance of this masterminding business enterprise failing, and I hope for the best, still, you never know what the future holds. Whether you become one of the world’s richest players or if it all backfires and you lose trillions of pennies and everybody detests you…You’re most welcome to join us…my foreign adopted family, my wife in Jessica Alba, and I.. as we’ll be very happy just building castles in the sand………                            

& that’s not even half of it, part two coming soon…

You never know what you have until it’s gone, and I’m positive Tj has been longing to play competent basketball since the night he was violently hacked. His ten minutes played is the only upside in the game(02/08/08) against the La Clippers. I’m happy he’s back and I hope he misses the game dearly. The Raps had absolutely no rationale of losing that game. There are reasons to why they lost that the average onlooker wouldn’t see. For example: Perhaps Jose Calderon is feeling a bit uptight and edgy because now he has competition, in Tj. That really shouldn’t be a problem since these gentlemen are professionals. However, everyone is human, so consider it for a moment. Calderon is a pure-point-guard and this team has been his team for the last 6 weeks…He is one of the team leaders, a big creative source, and basically is in charge of our entire offensive vent. No question he earned the license to lead. But now as Tj is inserted back in to the line up, a bench player albeit (correctly), Calderon’s game is anticipated to be in tip-top form. Now he has a voice in the back of his head telling him, if he doesn’t execute well, there are other options for the Coach. There is no room for bad games or off-nights. Tonight, his game was sluggishly under-par, and I feel it was because Tj Ford is unexpectedly showing glimpse of his true talents so quickly. The competition between Jose and Tj is apparently actually vastly effective in beneficial manners, but the mind is a delicate quandary, and I took notice in Jose’s discomfort. Have no worries, if anything, Jose will be pushed harder and higher…Just ask yourself, who is the better point-guard? The athletic aide who will increase the Raps’ chances of winning gamely. It’s a lovely luxury to have two really skilled point-guards…if of course brotherhood and friendship is intertwining amongst it all……

God’s Arrangement:6′1, 178 lb, owns three eyes, medium built upper body, ripped abdomen, equally skilled & soft hands, lively legs, intelligent feet, underdogged in height with the heart of a Giant.

Athletic Character: animalistic-swiftness, high basketball IQ, outstanding decision-making, charismatic, selfless, versatile, very perceptive

Style: point-guard, attention-seeking, fancy, spiritual, elegant, parallel to a mixture of Chris Paul, Peja, Chance Billups

Mastered Mannerisms: explosive outbursts, attracting complete Defences then kick out, splitting the D, shake and bakes, fancy dribbles, variety of ankle-breaking cross overs, twisty twists, spins, hop-steps, steels, rejections, box-outs, unorthodox rebounds, impossible catches in heavy traffic, ’get of me, it’s mine shuffles’, space-creating arm adjustments, jab-steps, accurate post-feeds, bullet passes, mouth-watering assists, back door feeds, cross-court long bombs, behind the back-pass, no look-pass, alley whoop-toss, no look-alley whoop lob, elbow pass, bobble-fake, no look-over the shoulder dish, off the backboard-pass, one hand-touch pass, alley whoop-touch pass, transition feeds, creating momentum, promt drives, elevation, tap-ins, reverse-lay ups, finger roles, scoop-shot, hook-lay ins, around the back-lay ins, up and under(the basket)-lay ins, tomahawk-lay ins, changing hands in mid air-lay ups, 360° lay ins, and 1’s, hook shots, unexpected pull-ups, bankers, burying mid-range jumpers, off-ballance jumpers, lean-in jumpers, shot-creation off dribbles, fade-away jumpers, nailing jumpers with a contested hand down my throat, step-back fades, off screen-jumpers, tear drops, floaters, controlling the tempo, break away-dunks, answering amazing opposing play with a better one, generally taking inexperienced fellows to school, rightfully deserved boasting but remaining poised…Yes.. I do it all baby…Just About..

Evil Mannerisms: Warning the rival he will not score one basket then remaining truthful, to pretend to have no ability then unleashing it through a series of glimpses when it matters, simple signals to a well-known teammate…& generally leaving the contestant baffled, puzzled, confused, and bamboozled.

Humble Gifts: only when dominating..giving the less talanted a few pity points, just a few..

In the Works: up & under post-up move, several other post-up moves(particularlly vs. giants), realistically dunking over people, wind-milling, powerfully-built back/shoulders/buttocks, and several individual (unique), moves that you just don’t see everyday…

there’s more but it slipped my mind…that’s winter for ya..updates will be made as my game expands.