How should I say this; the nail that sticks out gets hit the hardest.
That means, in order to survive, I need to nibble and run.
There is no herd, no troop, no pride. Just a scavenger amidst the masses of prey and predators.
I don't mind at all except I walk alone.
Welcome to the Void; where all I do is deal with me, me, me, and me: The Giants Troika.
It's not that bad at all. I got B.L.E.S.S. and I got the Starfleet. That is a country club living; RUN, READ, WRITE, REPEAT.
This is retirement. Even so, I am running a tight ship here. I already know what to do until 25th December 2024. Even beyond that I already got my tutorials and tutors lined up:
- Cartoon Drawing
- Learn Japanese and calligraphy
- Learn Bamboo Flute and music notes
- Learn to play bass like Steve Harris
Back to the basic survival kit:
- You be you - 'Aliyah Karen
- Do the things that make you happy - Saifuddin Abdullah
- If you can't find a kind person, be the kind person - Puteri Els Dines Sharudin
When do I shag?
That's why I said, marriage between soulmates need not mean sex. Not if you[] mind is of a 7-years old Child Prodigy, Chester the Jester.
Sex is overrated. I probably opt for once every 2 weeks.
Other than that the soulmates are my playmates.
Return to innocence:
- Liberalization of Recreational Marijuana worldwide
- Introduction of Carte Blanc
- and the passing of the Polygamy and Polyandry Bill
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