Bread and water...

...is going to be my diet for the next couple of weeks. Voluntary or not, you can judge for yourself.

It's just a combination of components:

• moving out and having to pay all remaining rent
• moving in and paying the bond
• having to have the place cleaned and spending some on that too
• flying out to the east coast and adding a weekend in Melbourne
• coming up with some extra payment (insurance, phone line transfer etc)
• booking flights to Myanmar (even though they were quite affordable, this is the culprit for the whole mess)
• having a couple of payments a couple of days before I actually get paid and so on...

Broke because of travel? No problem for me.
Broke because of all of it happening at the same time. Not as fun.

Especially because I'll be pretty busy until August and will be able to save some money, which won't matter because it won't be possible to go anywhere.

But, as I said, being broke because of travel is a good kind of a bad thing.
Being broke during the actual travelling will be a bit of an issue.

It'll give it a certain edge. Yes, let's go with that...

So, bread and water (or maybe even tea), here I come!

Just to make all of us drool, here's a photo of the Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon, Myanmar
(photo by Reuters)

I need a job to be able to party.

It must be one of those retarded paradoxes like Once one reaches nirvana, one is ready to cross over or One must look into oneself to fully see others or One must have nothing to gain everything.


Without a job I'm broke. Without a job I've got time to party. Without a job I don't have money to party. With a job I don't have the time to party.


With a job I don't have the will to do anything except shut down the blinds and turn up the music, so that I don't hear or see anything from the outside world.


Which brings me to the conclusion that I need a job to get money to make it work somehow and, finally, party. So, I need a job that doesn't involve people, that doesn't involve me sitting in an office all day long and which pays decent enough to be able to life off.


I don't need much really. I'm not into stuff and clothes and so. I like to get myself a little something from time to time, but when people ask me what I'd like (like my siblings or someone), I usually have no idea. Now that I think of it, I'm not sure whether it's good or bad.


In any case, the job search is on. I'm going global and I'm hoping I won't have to get out of my flat.


No people, no public transportation, no hassle. And I'll do anything.