I guess, in the end. In the end, I want to be able to say that I wanted to connected the dots. In my way. I would like you to say I did.
This is my last project. There will be none after this.
14 September 2021
Mikes Rules
Rule 1: Solve Problems:
Rule 2: Scalable – Commercial Level
Rule 3: Cyclic – Drink water
Rule 4: Work with People who can Pay.
GGs Rules
Rule 1: Bill According to Hours.
Rule 2: Best Recruitment process for the best team/people.
Rule 3: Work with People who Pay.
Rule 4: Diversify income into investment vehicles.
Jaives Rules
Rule 1: Outwork everybody.
Rule 2: Deep work.
Rule 3: Learn from everybody.
Rule 4: Underserved market and develop for it.
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1. Surround yourself with good people
2. Spoil yourself
3. Get off social media and negative media.
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1. A Winner is the Greatest Loser. Losers don’t know how to lose. Winners do.
2. Jesus, the Ultimate Example of Loss and Winning.
3. A winner begs and begs and begs.
The Gost and the Mountain Jaive
Build Gost Mountain
Monday 16, 2021
Sensory Deprivation
Reduce all the sensory constructs. There is no input in the moment worthy than in the moment.
Always be Programming
Creativity requires deep work.Be creative at all costs. Agile. Module. Node. Always write programs. Do things the hard way.
The AGIT
Set a personal creative productions goals. And relentlessly, with Grit, Ganbaru and Sisu, close it down. Close it all down.
Cerebral
Be intense on the Cerebral and implemt.
Nodes
Develop nodes and relentless attack the problem
Asian Clean
What is the Marie Kondo method?
What is the KonMari Method? … The KonMari Method™ encourages tidying by category – not by location – beginning with clothes, then moving on to books, papers, komono (miscellaneous items), and, finally, sentimental items. Keep only those things that speak to the heart, and discard items that no longer spark joy.
Epic Work Only
MasterMind nodes in every suburb of Port Moresby
Exhaustive Work Ethic
Sunday Breakfasts
Never Talk About Family Again
Leave a biography of our works behind to move the darkness and change the line.
Just Another Day
‘Every time we’re together, It’d never be the same. If you’re not here, How can you stay away, away so long.’
Jon Seceda’s massive 1990’s hit brings back memories to me every time I hear it.
I think of the good times in Mt Hagen when my two older sisters Fiona and Anna would come up from Port Moresby during school holidays.
They would have this song blasting on the stereo continuously as we would spend days spring cleaning the house, from top to bottom.
The mops and brooms would not just be cleaning tools but also impromptu microphones as we would all sing along, screaming on top of our lungs in the house in our little coffee patch.
For me, it was break from my little mixed world of being a half-nambis (coastal) kid growing up in a village where not many kids understood me.
I really loved my big sisters and I still do. It is one of those happy memories of my childhood, a little gem in time.
My two sisters represent two paths that diverged. Two stories of Papua New Guinea with different endings.
Fiona went on to become Papua New Guinea’s first female Petroleum Reservoir Engineer. She has a great career now.
Anna is a different story. She is my family’s heart break.
In the years afterwards, we went through a major downer with Anna, who was adopted.
We didn’t care if she was adopted or not. We loved her cause she was our sister. I loved her because she was my big sister.
But her adopted status meant a lot to her. In the end, she abandoned us.
I was too small and young to understand what happened.
Years later Anna died from complications due to AIDS. I don’t know how she ended up getting it. I don’t know how she died. She died alone.
When I got the news that she died, I disappeared for three days on the Highlands Highway, got so drunk and high on weed in tiny clubs in Chimbu and Goroka by myself.
After I sobered up I returned to life and pretended that it didnt affect me, because …as corny as this may sound…boys dont cry. But to this day, it still hurts.
You can read this story and deduce all kinds of moral themes here. Themes about growing up in Papua New Guinea, traditional adoption, career, choices and AIDS. I don’t really care.
Truth is, we are all just human, trying to find our own way in life. Sometimes it works out and sometimes, it just doesn’t.
My beautiful memory is my two big sisters who use to sing Jon Seceda’s ‘Just Another Day Without You,’ together in a small house in a little coffee patch in Mt Hagen, in the super cold highlands of PNG, all those years ago when we were just kids.
Good Times. Love you forever sis.