The Beginning

Tomorrow's the first day of June. Also the first day that I would wake up to do nothing really. Most probably head down in the afternoon to submit an overdue resignation. Before I really have absolutely nothing to do and Im not sure if I should even count myself unemployed because economically speaking, I would have to be looking for work to be classified as such.

Neither am I a discouraged worker. I'm just driftwood at the moment which is far from what I imagined myself to be considering I spent so much time and effort trying to be ahead during my college days till now.

It's a slippery slope. I could submit my resume to godpa and take things from there, I could spend 24/7 thinking of an idea, or I could take another week off, then another, then another till I see the world pass me by and wonder what the hell i've been doing. I could also end up working for someone and then still see the world pass me by.

What am I talking about. There's no time for down! "damn those torpedoes, full speed ahead!!!!"

Cracked up, stacked up, 22. Got too much time to kill

I sat alone at the coast on the last night I had in Australia, facing the mighty pacific ocean. People came to mind, one by one. Who did I wish the most would be by my side to share the beauty? Ah, it didnt take very long for me to decide. I felt the same way for every sight I saw the past 14 days. cie la vie.

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I felt the sand between my toes and looked in wonder as the waves swept past my feet, before drawing back out into the oean forming sand patterns from my feet.I realised that the physics behind the well, physical world is simply awesome and it continues without our notice. Everything just, falls into place.Conformity to the equations set forth by the Creator. It is truly a wonderful design. All who enter abandon all ye atheism.

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Ivy at the hairdressers told me to think less, because I've more silver hair than normal. Great.

All Roads Lead to Rome

Handsome Bob: What you gonna do after your graduation?
Mr-One-Two (me): From this day on, to the day where i am in my death bed with my grand children around me, i've gotta build a fucking empire.

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I keep getting the same questions... why dont you go work in a bank, i thought you were doing well as an intern, why dont you do this why dont you do that.

It didnt take very long for me to decide the path I was going down. I cannot possibly sit down and get a 9-5 job, or 9-9 for that matter. There's just too much to do in one lifetime, I admire those who find the resilience to drag their feet through life.

Why be the banker when you can be the client.

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There's great meaning in classical children's stories, and only those with eyes can see.

One day Alices comes to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. "which road do i take?" asked Alice. "where do you want to go?" was his response. "i dont know", Alice answered. "then", said the Cheshire cat, "it doesnt matter".

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"Mikhail..."

"Be sealed with the Holy Spirit"
"Amen"
"Peace be with you"
"And also with you, Your Grace"

These are the days that never end

It's done. I'm a free man...in every sense of the word. Every, every, every sense of the word. I go left, you go right. Take care.

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Some are like water some are like the heat,
some are a melody and some are the beat.
Sooner or later they all will be gone.
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"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

Twelve

Mathematically composite, abundant, and sublime. A dozen, a perfect division of the day, the age of reason.

12 Apostles, inches in a foot, ounces in a troy pound, stars on the European flag, pairs of ribs in the human body, number of men who have walked the Earth’s moon, pence in a shilling, basic hues in the color wheel, signs in the Western and Eastern Zodiac

My age divided by 2.

12 hours to graduation.

It's a celebration.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned..

This is my first confession ever since I can't remember

I reminded myself that this Saturday I would be named Mikhail in church. I haven't found the time to reflect and prepare myself for this religious ceremony.

I should bear no ill feelings toward anyone or carry any burden when I get annointed. I've been wronged by a close friend and have had the mind to make the peace, though I should'nt be the one. Religion says live and let live, Mikhail says forget about it...but good ole Dex says it again:

I'd rather have no friends than to have stupid friends.

I offer no apology for saying someday you're gonna get crap on your face..

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On other business, come Friday I would be the most stressed person alive.I would've completed the last academic examination in my life. I thought I'd run ahead of the pack by building a stash of resources with work here and there, but how can I possibly outgun those who are blessed with endowments from their ancestors? There was always the slothful Student voice in my head. Why bother, enjoy the days of your youth, take it easy there's no rush. Well now there's no more excuse, and from this Friday till the day I close my eyes with my grandchildren around my bed, I have a fucking empire to build. Haha right.

Welcome me world, another face in the crowd and by 35 I would no longer fear that my visions I once held is faded.

"Some men are born mediocre, some achieve mediocrity, and some have mediocrity thrust upon them"

"Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them"

Well who gives a shit.

Ballantines

I did it again! Go to bed at 130am, wake at 3, and zombie till now. I've a paper at 1pm tomorrow and its not a good idea to be sleep deprived.

I was wondering what to do when I looked around my room and of course! Why didnt I think of it earlier. 17 year old whiskey (blended though) and a bottle of gin sitting in my room coupled with my low alcohol tolerance make a pretty good sleep inducing mix.

Had to "beng" up the whiskey with some vanilla coke though.

Ah bugger. Sleep sleep.

As I lay me down to sleep

My insomnia is starting to get serious these days. Must be a manifestation of the strife between my heart and my head.


I hate not being able to sleep because whatever time I spend now is time spent forward for tomorrow. Monday's always a good day to begin early, take a few hops ahead of the pack before the world passes you by midweek if you lose a bit of steam.

Anyways. I shouldn't be keeping a website since I don't even write remotely well but that's alright since I take a passive stance towards who comes here and so they come on their own free will. I write to get things out of my head, and that helps me sleep, and sleep is good.

Ah my busted keyboard makes typing incredibly difficult...5am, time to go for a run.

i dont believe it

here's a story on how Liard's quest to find a voice recorder ended up with me having a broken keyboard and no money. in point form:

1) We head to vivocity to find a voice recorder for her work
2) Enter Best, only have Sony's but she needed an Olympus
3) We enter Challenger and she finds oylmpus ones
4) I walk around, am taken in by the nice tech stuff
5) I buy a lap top cooling pad, and a micro vacuum. How cool is that
6) Enter candyempire, bought wafers for dad
7) enter breadtalk, bought bread for mom
8) head to island creamery, then to a kopitiam. no more money after everything
9) I go home, place my lappy on the cooling pad
10)I take each key out on my keyboard n vacuum the gunk out of it. disgusting
11) Couldnt put back my keys. Realised i brokemy spacebar,and 6 other keys.
12) Stupid liard.