....anddddd it's finally over.   A new chapter, a fresh slate.   Whatever you want to call it.   At the dawn of the new year, and at the brink of the current, shit has come to an end.

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Shit has been mad sweet xanga.   Many nights were spent meticulously crafting my messages to this world.   But it's all been done and milked.

A new angle and a new crowd.   SHIT IS FINISHED!

peace.

This is the post that ends all posts for the year 2009.   2010 holds many promises and golden opportunities waiting to be seized.   Looking back, this past year has brought about several changes within me and around me.  

To start off with, I do admit that I am the biggest closet emo in Melbourne and can only channel these feelings via this blog.   Truth.   Secondly though, I can safely say that those emo days are no more.   Instead, as I have always reiterated countlessly through my previous posts, this 'emo' which you all label, is in fact, not emo.   Can't a nigga just vibe on the emotions inside him?   Yes, label me as the epitamy of all things dark and disillusioned, but frankly, I believe that everyone feels somewhat empty inside and looks towards my posts to resonate.   But meh, I've been playing this game for the past 4 years, and the juice is still freshly squeezed.  

As the final post of the year, it is tradition here at somedaysomenights.com to highlight the year's important events and to look foward into our bleak future and make some sort of promise that will inevitably be broken.   Or perhaps in 2010, this will be different, as I have always said.   lol.

Nonetheless, here are my new years resolutions served up on a silver platter.   I'm mad serious about achieving these goals.

1. Achieve $10,000 in 6 months.   $25,000 in 12 months.   This means no more excessive dollars being spent on random bullshit.   Visvim aint no longer affordable.
2. Go cold turkey on a few dirty habits, namely cigarettes and gambling.   I'm being serious about these two as well as they are fucking poison to my finances and body.  
3. Routine.   Sleep early, wake up early.  
4. Eat conciously.   No more overdosing at JCafe or McDonalds.  
5. Lose at least 5 kg.   This ties in with the first resolution.   At 80kg, I can fit into my dad's clothing lawl.
6. Be more optimistic.   Life aint such a drag.
7. Make babies with a certain newbie

These are my resolutions and I'm getting a headstart on them tonight.   As a uni graduate (will be in less than 2 months) I aint got no job lined up, no stable income.   All I got is a brain and 2 hands to achieve something in this lifetime.   I'm not talking about sipping chandon next to pdiddy in the bahamas no more.   I'm talking about someshit great.   Epic.   On a Mt. Everest scale.   But yeah, a ferrari and apartments in each capital city around the globe sounds great as well.   So does a private jet.   Or perhaps my future lies in some hole in the wall chinese takeaway joint that is reknowned for it's hainese chicken.   Or whatever.

Whatever lies out there, better watch out.   It's pretty funny.   Like, I don't even know wtf is going to be happening next year, but I'm happy about that.   I'm passionate about the whole concept of nothingness.   I guess that's all we need to succeed in life though.   Passion.   And a black Amex card.

With these thoughts held high at the dawn of 2010, I know some shit is going to go down.  

As a final note, this is going to be the final post from xanga.   Someday is moving houses to either wordpress or independent hosting.  

Cold turkey MOTHER FUCKERS!!!

Renovations @ Home Sweet Home











My Latest Hobbies:

Poker @ Cremorne has reached an all time high with 3 consecutive nights resulting in me being a net of zero dollars overall in the stats and money owing in the pot.   Peep xanga.com/pokerhacks for further information regarding who is up, and who is down.   However, each time I pick up those two (or four) cards, I am reminded of the parallels between poker and life in general.

Whenever I have a big stack, I have this fear of losing it all.   It's like they say, the higher you are, the steeper the fall.   However, there are times when one must ignore this fear and gamble.   All in on three five suited.   One of my favourite cards because they are like a big fat juicy chicken to some people.   Imagine carving a freshly roasted chicken.   The herbal aromas waft through the air and the first bite is like a carnival of tastes exploding in your mouth.   A few bites later and the thighs and breasts have dissapearred.   But lo and behold, there lies a fat cockroack festering within the carcass.   Big blind special mother fucker.

Life is similar to this in the way that we are all dealt random cards.   Some people are dealt pocket rockets, whilst others are dealt three five.   We play the players not the game.   Perhaps this is the dangerous yet fascinating point about life.   If we all played the game, then we'd be reduced to nothing more than walking calculators.   As I quote from the biggest loser on pokerhacks - 'sometimes you have to make something out of nothing.'  

One can't predict the future.   Nothing is certain pre-flop.   However, once we are dealt in, we all have a choice.   Fold, or perservere.   You could be drawing dead to pocket rockets versus your three five offsuit, but something compels us to call, or even go all in, guns blazing like in the wild west.   Sometimes though, we get lucky.   But against pocket rockets pre-flop, there is undoubtedly a price to pay.   Whether we choose to pay or not is irrelevant for three five is our favourite hand, one that is deserving of an emotional all in.  

We all live under the same blue sky but our choices are all different.   Price is all subjective but there are options that we must exercise.   Folding isn't as easy when you know the odds are stacked against you but that attachment to your favourite cards dictates a meaningless death.  

This whole post is full of riddles.   I'ts not very focused but I wonder if anyone can actually decipher what I'm trying to get at.  

Till further ado...

Humans used to think that the world was a flat surface and that it was possible to fall into the abyss if one crossed the border.   How ignorant they were.  

It's like this.   I knew I was going to fail the moment I stepped out of that exam hall.   And it finally happened.   5 years of living on the edge.   Flipping the coin.   Shit just got out of hand this time, but it was inevitable.

I'm looking at the landscape surrounding me.   Changes are everywhere.   It's time for someday to finally move.   To a better future?   Perhaps.   Or maybe I'll fall into that abyss and sleep eternally.

This is the last post.   4 years of my life have been recorded here.   But this is not the end.   Merely the finishing of a chapter.   I'm sure I will reflect upon this blog in the near future when I am at again, another crossroad.   Another decision which will reflect upon the rest of my life.

Until further ado, I bid you loyal readers goodbye.   A new platform is being launched.   All aboard mother fuckers.