Confessions of a dictator

I have a belief that it is always good to be mildly depressed.

Being too happy makes me lose touch with the world.

Fear keeps me alert. Being far from the familiarities of home, which I always introduce to friends as Hobbit Land, has installed in me a sense of fear towards the prospect of failure. I love the sense of urgency that fear gives me, as I was a chronic procrastinator when it comes to personal assignments (if any of my ex-colleagues are reading this, I didn’t do that while I worked…). Projects back in school were rushed as I took too much sweet time THINKING of the perfect thing to do. I had thousands of thoughts and possibilities swimming in my head, but I couldn’t settle for the best, as I have always believed that the best ideas only come out to play when a person is in the lowest state of helplessness. Having too much choice and time cripple my judgment. Very limited choices and time, on the other hand brings out the guerilla in me.

The price that I paid though, was immense. I have not been sleeping much these days, probably an average of 4 hours/day. I felt as if cold reimen (japanese summer cold noodles) sauce ran in my veins. When I walked, I felt as if I was floating, not the graceful kind though...

Then again, life's problems can always be solved with some shopping. Its therapy at its best!!

Suit (matching pants not shown) for my coming entrance exams (end of August).

Lining with pin stripes.

Mother-of-pearl buttons. 良いね～

Well, it can be safely said that my chances of passing my entrance exam will increase by 42.98% if I were to wear it during the interview session. I am sure.

I loved deadlines, just not anymore.