well…

Actually things are far from being well…or depending on how you’d look at it.

Like I said, reality and illusion are the same. It’s a matter of perspective.

Anyway.

Everyone is quite sure the colourful old man is not about to make it past the year of the tiger…which leaves him with just about eleven months plus. =X He knows it as well but as usual thinks he’ll make a fool of God.

Anyway.

The point is, my future came up as THE topic. Seemingly, pursuing a life in academia isn’t considered a career and suddenly everyone is worried about my living. Not as in existence (given that many has chosen to deny me of that). I don’t care. But as the only grandchild linking these two old men, the tabloids are sure happy to dig any information which most unfortunately for them…ZERO!

Anyway.

My future. Many are worried for the wrong reasons because they are afraid they’d fare worse than me which is an impossibility in their deadly illusion-ed world. Both old men are worried because they say I’ve got no directions in life.

Anyway.

Not just the two of them.

Recently, many people have been singing the same tune.

Myself…suspects it as well.

BUT, just let me complete the dissertation in peace, set  up my own biz, get it running and continue on my pathetic attempts at publishing.

You know, if I were to die now…I have no regrets. Utterly. Truthfully.

I love everyone I love. And I love him most. I’ve told everyone I love, I love you.

No regrets.