In which the author spends his day editing blogs of diverse natures and invitations for the post-festivity are in order.

Much of the day was spent blogging. I decided today I was going to fulfill one of my ‘need to do’ items and I have.

Annotations of Light, my blog about The Manual of the Warrior of Light has been completed. I have managed to shift all my posts to its new destination. So check it out.

Also, Seven or Less, the blog about having seven words or less is spotting a new look. I hope you folks like it.

I haven’t called anyone yet, officially. But this weekend I am inviting my friends over for Deepavali. Saturday is for ex Woodlanders and childhood friends and Sunday is for my Multimedia friends. All I can say is the food is going to be great.

In which a job will set things in motion and resumes are sent.

I’ve never been to a Job fair. There wasn’t a need, as far as I know. But Sunday changed all that.

Now that I am officially out of School and National Service like the many of my friends, I find myself cash strapped with my savings. Sadly I’m one of those Hopeful types. Surely someone in this country would require my services right?

So I wait, patiently but not too patiently.

While I wait, the days are spent reading and emptying the head of ideas. Some of which I told Latiff.

Ah, Latiff another Hopeful.

But he seemed to know a lot more about of making money online then I will ever learn about. Guess I will stick to what I know best. Which is the real problem, I don’t know if there’s anything I do remarkably well.

Oh well, I am a Hopeful.

Surely of the 11 resumes that I sent, someone has to call me for an interview and they ought to do it soon.

There are things that I need to set in motion. And it requires that I do it soon.

All existing business models are wrong. Find a new one.
- Hugh Macleod

Make your own recovery the first priority in your life.
- Robin Norwood

You can be pleased with nothing when you are not pleased with yourself.
- Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1689 - 1762)

To achieve great things we must live as though we were never going to die.
- Marquis de Vauvenargues

Every man serves a useful purpose: A miser, for example, makes a wonderful ancestor.
- Laurence J. Peter (1919 - 1988)

Concerning Mr. Wednesday’s song.

Rained, rained, rained, and it never stopped. Well now it has. Nothing to do and no where to go. I finished reading Neil Gaiman’s Fragile Things I’ve been wanting to read since Wednesday.

How coincidental, today’s post is also about Wednesday. The Monarch of the Glen, the last short story in Fragile Things has Mr. Wednesday sitting in a diner singing to the tune of “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean” to Shadow.

And it goes like this.

“My grandpa sells condom to sailors
He punctures the tips with a pin
My grandma does back-street abortions
My God how the money rolls in.”

“Rolls in, rolls in, my God how the money rolls in”

“My brother’s a missionary worker,
He saves fallen women from sin
For five bucks he’ll save you a redhead,
My God how the money rolls in.”

In which the formula for all life is finally revealed.

Hope is the doorway to belief, belief is the doorway to knowing, knowing is the doorway to creation, and creation is the doorway to experience.

- Home with God, Neale Donald Walsch

P.S The author of this blog wishes to thank his good friend Latiff (not gay friend, Michelle) for borrowing him the book, Home with God.