Crossroad ( An Apple or a Creative?)

Happy belated New Year everyone. Unlike all you cool and happening assholes counting down to the New Year at some hip watering holes, limpeh did the countdown inside his toilet becos of diarrhoea. 5 *plop* 4 *plop* 3 *plop* 2 *plop plop* 1 . HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! *plop plop plop plop* Cheebye.

Anyway while doing my business, I have plenty of stinko time to reflect on the past year. 2006 has been a mix year for me, the negatives no doubt out numbered the postitives but there are still the very rare occasions that I am grateful of including the fact that I’m still well and alive (so are my loved ones).

As I eased out another from my anus, I mentally worked out an audit on my career, my future heck my whole life in my head. What has my life amounted to all these years, any potential growth left in it and if not what kind of restructuring is needed to plonk it back on the mainboard. The cynical analyst in me told me my life resembles a Creative stock, dormant, unspectacular and under performing. But the idealistic dreamer in me still believes in the off chance of it becoming a Blue-Chip Apple stock.

Whatever the case, I have set a goal and given myself 5 years to attain it. The end result may make me worse off than when I just started but at the very least the process itself, good or bad more than justify all the what ifs. What about you? Do you want to be an Apple or a Creative stock or are you already one?

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The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

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.