Taradiddle Living

Someone had asked me earlier in the week, where do I see myself in 2 years? It got me cerebrating. Do I wanna be inhabiting the same routine in 2 years’ time? Sometimes I feel like I’m going nowhere with this politically-laden line of work. I need a calculated risk, a swashbuckling glissade into business, but what? I have loads of ideas in mind but not enough moolah to actualize it. So, I end up equilibrizing down my ideas until it no longer holds appealingness.

Right now, at this very moment, I feel exalted. The working out at Fitness First in Menara Axis over the last 5 months is beginning to yield results. I feel rejuvenated. But, when there’s a YING there’s always a YANG. And YANG is my worklife. There are many visionless individuals that do not share the same urgency as me, and comprised of mainly bigots and racialists. It is people like this that has interpolated my “MUHIBBAH” thinking. Pigeonholing people is not the way forward!

Also, I’ve finally reached a plateau on FRIENDSTER. I’ve lost enthusiasm in virtually all the people that I have befriended. I scarcely make it a point to call them these days. I don’t see any indication how this will change. Don’t get me wrong, they are dainty people in their own right, but, I need perpetual change, so it’s nothing personal. I’m kinda bored of FRIENDSTER, and I only keep in touch with a smattering of beauties that can keep abreast with my intense ruminating.

Anyway, the KL International Motorshow, 16 Blocks and The Omen 666 awaits! OLE!