get a haircut every 2 weeks to stay sharp, wait 5 secs before answering the phone to control the rhythm, always arrive 15 mins early, stay away from free lunches, never talk about people who aren't in the room and when anger rises, wait 10 mins before reacting. these habits may look rigid but they're the hidden discipline of the elite.
I used to buy those cheap sunglasses from the roadside all the time and always thought, "What's the point of buying expensive ones? I'm going to loose them anyway." Then one day, I gathered the courage and bought an expensive sunglasses. And guess what? I still have them. I've taken care of them ever since.
That's when I realized those cheap sunglasses weren't getting lost because they were cheap? They were getting lost because I didn't value them enough to care. It's hard to accept, but sometimes in someone else's story, you are that cheap pair of sunglasses.
Before the Lord destroys you, he first makes you mad!
Youth PS @fikirini_jacobs allegedly had an altercation with TUK alumnus Cecil in his car after a Kariokor youth meeting. Jacobs' bodyguard reportedly shot Otieno in the ribs and dumped his body in traffic as they drove away
De un simple “No puedo darte la vida que quieres…” a firmar un contrato de 55 MILLONES de dólares. 💀💰
Antes de cerrar su fichaje soñado con el Bayern Munich, se decía que Ismael Saibari apenas cobraba unos 19.200 euros por semana en el PSV Eindhoven.
Su novia lo dejó porque, según ella… él no podía darle la vida de lujos que quería.
Pero claro… TODO cambió de un día para otro.
Apenas se confirmó su llegada al Bayern, dicen que ella empezó a bombardearlo con mensajes larguísimos… pidiendo perdón y queriendo volver.
¿Y qué hizo Saibari? Nada. Ni responderle.
Porque el tipo simplemente subió captura de aquellos mensajes viejos donde ella le decía:
“Tú no puedes mantenerme…” Junto a los nuevos mensajes rogándole otra oportunidad.
NAHHH… imagínate dejar a un tipo… y verlo convertirse en MILLONARIO semanas después.
EL KARMA no perdona, hermano.
When a woman cheats, she does not feel guilty. She becomes angry at the man she betrayed. And the craziest part is this: she rewrites the entire story until he becomes the villain. Eventually, she believes her own lie.
This picture means something to an entire generation of Dutch people.
I'm one of them.
My parents came to Holland as Moroccan immigrants.
I was born there.
Dutch passport.
Dutch better than my Arabic.
The first 18 years of my life, Holland fed me, schooled me, raised me.
The Moroccans helped rebuild Holland.
Holland gave them roads, schools, a future in return.
Fair trade.
But we never really integrated.
That's not on one side.
That's on everyone.
We learned to speak for our grandparents, because they never got to learn the language.
We brought our food.
We brought our culture. Mosques. Books and humor.
We had fun.
We hung out.
We went to each other's weddings and loved the mix of it.
And still.
We never really became one.
The politicians made sure to categorize us.
They needed us to be outsiders, while we were busy acting like insiders.
So a wall went up between neighbors.
Then yesterday a silly game with a ball put two teams on the same grass.
Two continents.
Two cultures.
Except they're not two teams.
They're teams stitched together by the same life.
The Dutch know the Moroccans. Intimately.
The Moroccans know the Dutch. Intimately.
The Moroccans in Morocco spend every summer selling to the Moroccans from Holland.
The Dutch spend every day next to Moroccans. In School. At The local butcher. The streets.
The Moroccan team is full of Moroccans carrying Dutch passports.
The Dutch team is full of their actual friends, neighbors, and colleagues.
Such a simple game.
Such a complicated story.
When I look at this image I don't see football.
I see high school.
I see pride.
I see distance.
I don't see compassion.
I see resentment.
And that's exactly how we lived in beautiful Holland.
Together. Happily.
And quietly, unconsciously, apart.
I left when I was 18.
I went back to Morocco.
I resented Holland.
For years it was me vs them.
Now I understand what I actually have.
I can read two cultures from the inside.
And I get to choose.
What I carry with me.
What I leave behind.
Because every culture has its gold.
And every culture has its rot.
The trick is knowing which is which.
Love. Be kind to each other.
Ismael Saibari in the last three weeks. 🤯🇲🇦
🔴⚪️ Agrees €55m move to FC Bayern.
⚽️🇧🇷 Goal vs Brazil on World Cup debut.
⚽️🏴 Goal vs Scotland.
⚽️🇭🇹 Goal vs Haiti.
💥🇳🇱 Winning penalty vs Netherlands.
During today’s court proceedings, the judge presiding over Drake’s lawsuit against UMG officially concluded the case and ordered UMG to pay Drake $150 million in damages for defamation. According to the evidence presented in court, UMG used bots to artificially boost streams of Kendrick Lamar’s “Not Like Us” in an effort to damage Drake’s reputation for their own personal interests.
An MP who is always available for pressers, interviews and economic analysis forums but unavailable to vote over crucial matters like the finance bill is a fraud.