Life goes on

It is somewhat strange to read the various descriptions you write about yourself as you move along what some would describe as a life.

Sometime 2004: www.friendster.com pro(File)
Ernie graduated last summer after having spent three wonderful years as a law student in uber cool Manchester, and a strange inebriating year as an all-terrain overworked (read: overindulged) vehicle for the post-graduate legal practice course in Nottingham. He was born in Singapore, where he spends a month each year unabashedly dedicated to urban living and drinking deeply from the cup of life. Ernie currently enjoys the boons of being an unemployed elitist citizen of the world even though it maintains him as a vagrant wayfaring road warrior in some sort of a vacuous transition in this semi-gap year that he has taken out of the ubiquitous academia-work circuit. He has a certain tendency towards hedonist fascism and aesthetic stringency, striving towards a lifestyle that can be best defined as a good mix of both Dolce Vita and Vida Loca. When Ernie becomes a world famous dictator he has promised to conquer the infidels to enforce a champagne and mango-worshipping rule.

Life as a trainee solicitor

There is something poignant in the way that some of the more insecure members of the legal profession aspire to the trappings of the upper classes, when in fact, they are nothing more than grey solicitors drawn from the grey ranks of the middle classes who generate documents and churn out due diligence by the hour at the whim of those higher up the corporate food chain. And for not a lot of money in the grand scheme of things.

It is times like that when you start having doubts about whether or not you are in the right profession ... and/or if there is such a wonderful thing as a right profession.

The Tennessee Waltz

I was dancing with my darling
To the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happen to see
Introduced him to my loved one
And while they were dancing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me

I remember the night
And the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes I lost my little darling
The night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz

I remember the night
And the Tennesse Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes I lost my little darling
The night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz

Thoughts on Graduation.

"You see the sad thing about a guy like you is in fifty years you're going to start doing some thinking of your own and you're going to come up with the fact that there are two certainties in life.

One: Don't do that.

And two? You dropped a hundred and fifty grand on a fucking education and you could have got for a dollar fifty in lay charges at the public library."

- Good Will Hunting -