Machiavelli, the prince of LOVE..hahahahaha
You Are Somewhat Machiavellian
You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...
But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.
You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.
You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!
How Machiavellian Are You?
Interlude: 5 years on...
Five years ago, I was peacefully sleeping on a Sunday morning when I was woken up by my roommate at that time, a good friend, Yuri Birchwood. "Wake up man, something's up at the towers," he said to my ear. I lazily opened my eyes and asked, "What?" He shrugged and said, "Plane, apparently."
So off I went to his 16th floor balcony of a red-brick apartment building in Stuyvesant Town, Lower East Side. This particular balcony of his faced down town, where the twin towers were. I sat down, had coffee, smoked a cigarette, and proceeded to chuckle and joke merrily at the stupidity of the pilot...
Corporate social irresponsibility pt. 1
First, an explanation is in order.
For those of you who were waiting for the continuation of Abbas and the Souk, I'm sorry to say, its never going to come. With my busy schedule and everything else I have to do, I just don't have as much time to blog anymore. So, instead of having to wait weeks and weeks, its just going to be taken away and replaced with this, a more straightforward entry.
Abbas and the souk was supposed to be a critique of the modern retailer. More specifically, Carrefour. We all know how it is, we've all been there to shop and marvel at the cheap prices they charge...
Masks of gold II
If you care to re-read the first part of 'Masks of gold', you'll notice that the censors had finally visited my little blog. Ok..ok..I censored them myself. The reason you ask? Well, apparently I may not..err..deface..so to speak, the people I speak of.
In any case, I value my job since its the only way I could get money. Without money, no school, no food, no...everything. Unfortunate, I know. But there it is. Not to worry, comrades. There are other ways.
Be that as it may, I do humbly apologize. Not to the censored parts, but to you, my dear readers. And to the world. It seems that I have...
