God Save Our Enterprise

Back to business once more.

Fool Me Once

My ego is tormenting me because someone beat me to an endeavor and I'm filled with anger and frustration because I have no idea how it was done.

HH

So strange that I didn't realize it wasn't real at first. I haven't been to Hanoi, but I dreamt that I was there at a certain cafe getting a tricycle ride from this disfigured girl, one eye was burnt or something. We reached this shopping centre and there were 3 different fat guys on 3 different stories, one was mugging, one was fortune telling, the last I can't remember. The next thing I know I'm at the airport, am already skipped immigration, onto a SIA plane waiting for it to taxi. I'm playing my iPhone games cos I'm bored.

Fog Wash

The pitter pat of rain drops on a late Monday evening, it's calming. The rain is one of my better companions, since it morphs and takes the shape of whatever I want it to be. No such thing as Monday blues anyway, since I don't work for anyone, more rather I work for myself on my own terms. Chiefly having the time to jog, learn driving, discover new food, be my own fat cat running my own business. A simple formula that has me fairly satisfied. However nothing much excites me these days, not new food nor meeting new people. Oh dear. Business is the only frontier that does the trick for me now.

Events of the day and months are now of a flitting blur. Meaning to say that there are none that stand out as an anchor point of meaningful experience. Yes, the word is mundane. Hence I'm afraid that I may reach certain milestones not knowing how I got there, which would be a terrible waste. That is partly my own undoing as well. I may have pursued too many objectives without taking my art to the next level. Thus the do-er becomes the observer. I resolve to document and be aware of my waypoints once more.

Alarack

And we shall be building empires without faces or people in them.