I hope I'm alive when you read this. Secretly, I've always wished to be immortal. Eternally youthful, and by youthful I mean 25. Thirty is threading a little too old and at twenty people (women) can literally smell your juvenile eagerness.
Anyway, let me explain; the thought of passing on something, be it an empire, your surname or a simple journal (tada!) is the closest you'd get to achieving immortality. Mind you I do intend on building an empire, of some sort. But not yet, I'm not done with adolescent responsibilities.
So, I've started this journal for you. Hopefully you'll get to know me better than I knew my father and grandfather when they were 27. Oh yes, I am currently 26 going on 27.
Wait, wait, let me give you the full details:
It's 30th March, 2009. I'm 26 years old (27 later this year).
I'm work in Bermuda (in fact, I'm at work right now), I came here a year and half back. I'm the Assistant Creative Dirrector (it's not as glamorous as it sounds) at a local ad agency here. I'll get into how I got here later. I've started this 'journal' and plan to pass it along to future generations. In it I will disclose my most intimate thoughts, rants, actions, regrets, triumphs and victories alike. All in hopes that you, my beloved seedlings, will know me - for who I truly am and how my life unfolds. I will be brutally honest. And I will reveal all. Simply because I want you to know me, like really know me. Because though I may never meet some of you, I know that I love you regardless. You are part of me. And nothing will change that.
What I won't do is give you an entire chapter on history. The beauty of this all is that it's gonna be my way. As I rant about things, I'll disclose bit sof history. Like a TV series, at my time of course. Damn I sound old already.
Well, let's begin...
