Bab'Aziz: the prince who contemplated his soul

Hi

Courtesy of my wannabe culturally sophisticated brother, Umar, a potentially interesting movie:



I'll probably be able to relate to this movie. It wasn't that long ago when two of my cousins (of the female persuasion, mind you) from the UK used to call me their prince. I was a wee lad at the tender age of five and they were teenagers or in college. I ruled their hearts with what can accurately be described as cute looks and a child-like innocence. I'm pleased to say that I still have the same affect upon woman these days (no, not just my cousins!).

Moving forward, you can call refer to me simply as "My Prince." It's kinda classy like Robin Williams in the timeless Dead Poets Society where he asked his students to call upon him by saying "Oh Captain, my captain!" I humbly ask that you do much the same: "Oh My Prince, My Prince!" Otherwise, I can't say that I guarantee any sort of response.

The contemplating of the soul part can be likened to my approach at Cold Stone. It takes a lot of soul searching to be able to have the ability and strength to select just one Love It ice cream size and flavor. Do you go for the new, limited-time only Chocolate Fantasy (featuring Ghiradelli's chocolate) or do you go for a classic, though fobby, Coffee Lovers? Sigh. These are the questions that only the wise can answer.

Signing off,
Your Prince


cheers