I've recently met up with a relative of mine after numerous attempts of having a meet up. Partly because I have been avoiding it. But I have to say that it was rather odd that my relative sounded pretty hyped up about having a meet up. Previously, this was not the normal behaviour. In fact any mentioning of a meet up is very rare and rarer still is the actual meet up. Experience tells me that this sudden change in behaviour often comes as a result of an agenda. But like most of the time when experience tells me one thing, I'd do the complete opposite just to see if I'm wrong. True enough, experience was right again.
Within less than 5 minutes of sitting down in a restaurant, one-on-one, the agenda got out. Starting with the usual "how are things with you" talk, he announced that he had quit smoking. Great! Then I noticed a slight shift in tone, to a tone where I can almost hear a sales pitch coming from a mile away. The reason for this new found smoke-killer was an "investment" that promises butt loads of cash for seemingly little work. And sure enough pretty much the whole dinner was just talk about the sales pitch. Nothing more, nothing less. Here I was sitting at the restaurant feeling pretty stupid listening to a sales pitch that I have heard a thousand times from "friends" and acquaintances. The numbers may have changed a bit here and there but overall it's the same principle. The same dodgy principle.
The sales pitch itself was actually the thing I was least annoyed at, surprisingly enough. It was the attitude that my relative had taken on from this semi-religious, pseudo-philanthropic pyramidal scheme company. Claiming that most of the successes of the company were Christian, that they train their members to be a better person and all while they pursue money like dogs chasing a thrown stick is just not right. For more than half the time, the sales pitch included the scenario of wouldn't it be great if you can earn a 6 figure sum of money while doing virtually nothing, sugar-coated with Christian jargon and values sounds almost repulsive. I'd actually would feel better if the sales pitch had zero mention of Christians. Considering the drive and enthusiasm from my relative (he was pretty on about this company's beliefs and principles) and all in the name of making huge amounts of money while being a better person, this is almost hypocritical. Sounds too good to be true. Giving the illusion of hope that I can be one of those people in the company that literally earn millions, this sounds pretty toxic to me.
I really want to believe that my relative has changed for the better, I really do. He has had quite a rough life and lately he has been doing good. But with his latest immersion into this company, reminds me that the pursuit of money will grip anyone and will channel one's time and effort away from God. The whole idea that we should be doing as little work as possible while reaping as much benefits as possible, I don't think, is even biblical. Remember that work was given before the fall of man, that work is supposed to be a good thing given by God. It was the frustration of work that came with the fall. Work in itself is not a bad thing, actually it's the contrary. So thanks for the pitch on the prospect of no work but earn money but no thanks. I'd rather keep my programming job, earn whatever little that I earn and be content.
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She left on a Monday.
Some good advice there.
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A wise man once said that being a bachelor for too long is sometimes a bad thing, makes you set in your ways. *squint eye*
Epiphany
Sunday, November 6, 2011
at
10:56 PM
It has been some crazy week where there has been some rapid fire beta releases to fix bugs that crop up. Some of them were due to my stupidity, others were bugs that were always there only that they had just been found and some just appear because we are moving to different OS versions. But work has been good and as a result made me enjoy other things that I otherwise would have taken it for granted.
For one, getting rest at the end of the day (unless of course there is a looming deadline) is that much sweeter. During uni days, "work" and rest are so interleaved that we barely take the time to enjoy it. Sure this puts constraints on what we can do or cannot do but I think it is better to be in a situation where you fully appreciate something, whether it is the work you do or the rest at the end of the day/week, than to have absolute free reign of your time to dictate what you should be doing with your time. Perhaps it is just me who likes it this way. I used to work in a bookshop and it can get pretty hectic right up to closing time but when I come back home, I feel satisfied. Another reason why I am probably well suited for low to mid level type jobs. Or perhaps it is my age showing.
Another, also related to rest, are the weekends. I have done quite a lot of stuff during the weekends (but mostly pre-planned and then start firing up the spontaneity engine). Feels so much better than just lazing around at home. And yes, I finally get what you working people think about the weekends. The past couple of weekends has just been filled with many things outside the house especially this weekend with the lovely sunny warm weather. Also manage to smash a friend with alcohol.
And of course the issue of work itself. Work has always had a word-of-mouth marketing scheme of promoting itself as a soul-sucking thing that voids you of all things good in the world. But it is not so with me, maybe not yet. Perhaps it is something about being a low/mid level worker who have a "just follow instructions" mentality or have the patience to sit down and plow through the work that helps us in the resistance of the soul-sucking side of work. And when it is done, there is a genuine form of happiness/satisfaction from it and not the negatively slanted "Oh thank God this thing is over!" response.
I don't know, perhaps I might change my tune several months down the track. That I might fall into the category of millions of other people mumbling and grumbling about their work, stressed about the amount of things that they have to do, feeling numb as the months go by. I hope I don't go down that path. But I do hope that I do not complain, continue to give it my all in my work and most importantly, work is a God given thing. Work without God in mind is meaningless.
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Closing time. Moving time. A new time.
For one, getting rest at the end of the day (unless of course there is a looming deadline) is that much sweeter. During uni days, "work" and rest are so interleaved that we barely take the time to enjoy it. Sure this puts constraints on what we can do or cannot do but I think it is better to be in a situation where you fully appreciate something, whether it is the work you do or the rest at the end of the day/week, than to have absolute free reign of your time to dictate what you should be doing with your time. Perhaps it is just me who likes it this way. I used to work in a bookshop and it can get pretty hectic right up to closing time but when I come back home, I feel satisfied. Another reason why I am probably well suited for low to mid level type jobs. Or perhaps it is my age showing.
Another, also related to rest, are the weekends. I have done quite a lot of stuff during the weekends (but mostly pre-planned and then start firing up the spontaneity engine). Feels so much better than just lazing around at home. And yes, I finally get what you working people think about the weekends. The past couple of weekends has just been filled with many things outside the house especially this weekend with the lovely sunny warm weather. Also manage to smash a friend with alcohol.
And of course the issue of work itself. Work has always had a word-of-mouth marketing scheme of promoting itself as a soul-sucking thing that voids you of all things good in the world. But it is not so with me, maybe not yet. Perhaps it is something about being a low/mid level worker who have a "just follow instructions" mentality or have the patience to sit down and plow through the work that helps us in the resistance of the soul-sucking side of work. And when it is done, there is a genuine form of happiness/satisfaction from it and not the negatively slanted "Oh thank God this thing is over!" response.
I don't know, perhaps I might change my tune several months down the track. That I might fall into the category of millions of other people mumbling and grumbling about their work, stressed about the amount of things that they have to do, feeling numb as the months go by. I hope I don't go down that path. But I do hope that I do not complain, continue to give it my all in my work and most importantly, work is a God given thing. Work without God in mind is meaningless.
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Closing time. Moving time. A new time.
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Sale-ing
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
at
12:35 AM
Just a short blurb to introduce to the foodies stalking this site to a little known site called OZKitchenware. They stock some of the most popular brands when it comes to anything cooking/baking related such as Cuisinart, Global, Scanpan and many others. Check them out! It is mighty tempting not to click the "Add To Cart" button buttons because you'd be hard pressed to find anywhere cheaper. Only Chuck Norris can do that. I suspect you are not. Oh, and free shipping over $100.
So go grab that Cuisinart stick blender thatI've you've always wanted! Like now. Go crazy for those Global knives (just don't crazy with them on other people. That's wrong.)! And while you are at it, make gazpacho for me. Summer is coming. Just saying.
kthxbai.
So go grab that Cuisinart stick blender that
kthxbai.
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Mission Possible
Saturday, October 22, 2011
at
7:59 PM
I bumped into a friend recently that I haven't seen in quite awhile. Obligatory catch-up conversations started and one thing led to another before we came to the question about my friend thinking about what to do in the future, in particular what to study. This seems very ordinary but it turns out to be far more interesting than I had previously anticipated.
You see, my friend here is deciding between two lines of study that are fundamentally very different from each other and of course this friend of mine is interested in taking the plunge on both of these. The obvious question was which one to choose. Again this sounds very ordinary but the kicker was that my friend wanted to choose which would give her the most skills to eventually serve God in the mission field or something else with a mission-centred area. At first glance, one of the lines of study immediately became the first choice for obvious reasons and that was what my friend thought as well. Then I realized something is not quite right.
Basically, my friend is putting God in a box. That service in the mission field is almost entirely dependent on what sort of skills you have.
We cannot act as though that what we study or the skills that we acquire are the things that will be most beneficial and most likely to be considered when out in the mission field, though there is some merit in that. But it is not the be all and end all for entering a mission field or even serving for that matter. God has used many people in the past who didn't exactly have the necessary abilities but they carried out God's plan regardless. For example, Moses or David or most recently studying in church, Amos. So coming back to my friend, God will use people no matter what sort of skill you have as long as you are willing to occasionally step out of your skill set to serve God. So my advice was to not to worry about which skills you are going to get out of either of the courses but just be ready to serve with whatever you have. Who knows, you may be serving using a completely different skill set than you first started out with and yet God uses that for His purposes.
But wait, there's more.
Now think about the countless Asian Christian parents whose kids are going to university. Urging them to do something that will grant stability like engineering, accounting, medicine etc. that these are the skills that will be highly useful in the mission field. Not the arts, oh no. Because what good is it that you can analyze pre-war Cambodian society or perform textural analysis of 1940's film to the poor, remote and sometimes broken societies which most Christians commonly associate as the mission field? Doing this "kills" in two ways, one that doing what you love means nothing if you can't bring in the bacon and two, indirectly teaching them that God cannot use you if you don't have the right skills for the mission field. And as an added bonus, teaching them that the mission field is in some far away God-forsaken land with no clean running water and electricity. The first is just harsh from a parent to a child, the second is borderline wrong and the bonus is just a misconception.
God can easily use an arts major to do mighty things in the mission field as to the "choice skills" person. Make no mistake about that, He has always been doing so and will continue to do so in the future. The more important question to consider (rather than what skills should I have) is will I serve regardless of what I am trained in? So don't worry about petty things like this, all you have to do is to be prepared to be mobilized.
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This is the only right way to do this song. Still stuck in my head.
You see, my friend here is deciding between two lines of study that are fundamentally very different from each other and of course this friend of mine is interested in taking the plunge on both of these. The obvious question was which one to choose. Again this sounds very ordinary but the kicker was that my friend wanted to choose which would give her the most skills to eventually serve God in the mission field or something else with a mission-centred area. At first glance, one of the lines of study immediately became the first choice for obvious reasons and that was what my friend thought as well. Then I realized something is not quite right.
Basically, my friend is putting God in a box. That service in the mission field is almost entirely dependent on what sort of skills you have.
We cannot act as though that what we study or the skills that we acquire are the things that will be most beneficial and most likely to be considered when out in the mission field, though there is some merit in that. But it is not the be all and end all for entering a mission field or even serving for that matter. God has used many people in the past who didn't exactly have the necessary abilities but they carried out God's plan regardless. For example, Moses or David or most recently studying in church, Amos. So coming back to my friend, God will use people no matter what sort of skill you have as long as you are willing to occasionally step out of your skill set to serve God. So my advice was to not to worry about which skills you are going to get out of either of the courses but just be ready to serve with whatever you have. Who knows, you may be serving using a completely different skill set than you first started out with and yet God uses that for His purposes.
But wait, there's more.
Now think about the countless Asian Christian parents whose kids are going to university. Urging them to do something that will grant stability like engineering, accounting, medicine etc. that these are the skills that will be highly useful in the mission field. Not the arts, oh no. Because what good is it that you can analyze pre-war Cambodian society or perform textural analysis of 1940's film to the poor, remote and sometimes broken societies which most Christians commonly associate as the mission field? Doing this "kills" in two ways, one that doing what you love means nothing if you can't bring in the bacon and two, indirectly teaching them that God cannot use you if you don't have the right skills for the mission field. And as an added bonus, teaching them that the mission field is in some far away God-forsaken land with no clean running water and electricity. The first is just harsh from a parent to a child, the second is borderline wrong and the bonus is just a misconception.
God can easily use an arts major to do mighty things in the mission field as to the "choice skills" person. Make no mistake about that, He has always been doing so and will continue to do so in the future. The more important question to consider (rather than what skills should I have) is will I serve regardless of what I am trained in? So don't worry about petty things like this, all you have to do is to be prepared to be mobilized.
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This is the only right way to do this song. Still stuck in my head.
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Fail Whale
Sunday, October 16, 2011
at
9:51 PM
Some people are made of win. Others are made of fail. I am most definitely made of fail. This weekend was full of fail.
Friday started with a less than thrilling dinner with uncle, aunty and cousins with their plus ones. Maintaining some form of family ties with the relatives who usually look down on our life's and work's choices at the expense to having awesome drinks at a bar that I have failed to go for the 4 attempts. I was hoping to exit early and join what was the remainder of drinks there but was held back by chatter and a dying phone. When I finally did exit and managed one call from the friends, the phone died while taking the train there. Took me about 40 minutes to get there and it turns out that they were done with drinks and wanted to grab some food. At a place very near where I finished having dinner 40 minutes ago. Friday felt so underwhelming that it was quite a downer. But thankfully 4 hours of yakking helped.
Saturday I cooked something for dinner to bring to a friend's place which had sauce. But a rather sudden motion caused me to spill some of the sauce on my jeans. And now my jeans smells of shitake and dried shrimp. Changed and handled dinner with the utmost caution. Then later I went to church to clean and train the new cleaner. Handed over the keys to the new cleaner but realized I left my dead phone in church. And I had to get up by 9:45 the next day. So I was at home with no church keys to go back and get the phone, no alarm clock to wake me up (the wonders of technology, eh?) and even if I did manage to retrieve the phone the next day when the church is open, I cannot contact my friend when I have arrived. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I made a calendar event on iCal to trigger super loud music when I have to wake up and left my computer on. It kinda worked. Kinda because it was actually my sister who indirectly woke me up when she left the house. And then the alarm went. One more thing to add in the Macgyver life skill's toolbox.
Left the house and brought my charger to try and have a brief moment for charging in church if I found it with time to spare. But no such luxury there. Found my phone but no time to charge so I had to leave. Arrived at friend's place and knocked on the door several times but no one answered. Got really desperate because it was late already, I ran to the small shopping centre nearby with my charger, found a power point and quickly defibrillate my phone to send a message. Whoever was watching the security cameras was probably this close to calling security to check me out. I looked super dodgy. Ran back because it was threatening to rain and after my friend came out, all was good. Except for a dead phone for the rest of the day.
So fail man.
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Come tomorrow, the first thing I am going to ask is "Open the pod bay doors.". Yay.
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So many times I feel so useless. Someone please shoot me. Sigh.
Friday started with a less than thrilling dinner with uncle, aunty and cousins with their plus ones. Maintaining some form of family ties with the relatives who usually look down on our life's and work's choices at the expense to having awesome drinks at a bar that I have failed to go for the 4 attempts. I was hoping to exit early and join what was the remainder of drinks there but was held back by chatter and a dying phone. When I finally did exit and managed one call from the friends, the phone died while taking the train there. Took me about 40 minutes to get there and it turns out that they were done with drinks and wanted to grab some food. At a place very near where I finished having dinner 40 minutes ago. Friday felt so underwhelming that it was quite a downer. But thankfully 4 hours of yakking helped.
Saturday I cooked something for dinner to bring to a friend's place which had sauce. But a rather sudden motion caused me to spill some of the sauce on my jeans. And now my jeans smells of shitake and dried shrimp. Changed and handled dinner with the utmost caution. Then later I went to church to clean and train the new cleaner. Handed over the keys to the new cleaner but realized I left my dead phone in church. And I had to get up by 9:45 the next day. So I was at home with no church keys to go back and get the phone, no alarm clock to wake me up (the wonders of technology, eh?) and even if I did manage to retrieve the phone the next day when the church is open, I cannot contact my friend when I have arrived. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I made a calendar event on iCal to trigger super loud music when I have to wake up and left my computer on. It kinda worked. Kinda because it was actually my sister who indirectly woke me up when she left the house. And then the alarm went. One more thing to add in the Macgyver life skill's toolbox.
Left the house and brought my charger to try and have a brief moment for charging in church if I found it with time to spare. But no such luxury there. Found my phone but no time to charge so I had to leave. Arrived at friend's place and knocked on the door several times but no one answered. Got really desperate because it was late already, I ran to the small shopping centre nearby with my charger, found a power point and quickly defibrillate my phone to send a message. Whoever was watching the security cameras was probably this close to calling security to check me out. I looked super dodgy. Ran back because it was threatening to rain and after my friend came out, all was good. Except for a dead phone for the rest of the day.
So fail man.
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Come tomorrow, the first thing I am going to ask is "Open the pod bay doors.". Yay.
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So many times I feel so useless. Someone please shoot me. Sigh.
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Wanderlust
Friday, October 7, 2011
at
1:37 AM
I recently had a conversation with a friend who went on a trip to the other end of the earth. So as these things normally go, you ask how is it. One thing led to another before long we were talking about things that have nothing to do with the trip. In fact, there was very little talk about the actual trip at all. Things like self-discovery, aging, the troubles and inconveniences of life started popping in. I know it sounds pretty depressing but that got me thinking about me.
Friends like the one I talked to and many others have done something that until this day I haven't done at all, traveled alone (or with one other friend) to a fairly far away place. And all of them have done so at a relatively early age. As with people who have done extensive traveling (even just once) will tell you all the wonderful stories and superlative-laced descriptions of places they have been and experiences. Normally I'd just be happy listening in, absorbing all the tales that needs to be told and just be in wonder on what it is like to be in their shoes when they were there. But something turned when my friend implored me to do the same and that I can still do it. I am "still young" apparently.
Coming from a person who is about my sister age, my first response was you have absolutely no idea what you are talking about or what it means to be "still young". Heck, for a split second, I don't know whether to feel insulted by that statement. But of course my secondary higher-level cognition kicked in and realized that my problem is not with me getting older but the lack of throwing myself out there and see what happens. Perhaps it is shaped by the circumstances I've been placed in (and possibly reinforce whatever insecurities about it) that I don't dream about wandering off to exotic places. That I don't want to decide to travel. Sure I've been to some pretty cool places but not one of them was a result of my desire. After further examination, it pretty much boils down to a couple of factors.
One, money. Coming to Australia from Malaysia, money is pretty big deal for me (and of course my family). Traveling requires it, I don't have it. We have a problem. So it is in my first response to keep whatever money I have, whether earned or received from the FaMa (Father-Mother) Scholarship. So of course whatever desires of traveling to far away lands are inhibited and suppressed down to wandering through the interwebs for cats and other weird things. Two, personal priorities. You'd think money would be a priority but actually it isn't, at least for me. Money was never really a big priority. Stability, however, is. Once everything is settled only then will I have the surplus to travel. Needless to say, I've never really felt it, even now. Many of my plans towards stability have been redrawn as time goes by and when that happens something's gotta give. More suppression ensues.
Looking deeper into this complex personality, I don't just do this on the issue of travel. As I have stated countless times, I overthink things. As a result, I plan a lot especially when it is towards some base level of comfort. Only when I've hit that base level will I move on to other things. Because so much of my time has been "devoted" to planning, desires get suppressed and failure to act spontaneously is eminent. I don't want things, routine is a friend. A robot. There are times where I envy friends like I've mentioned, most of them have in one way or another would throw themselves out of the fish bowl every now and then to see what it's like out there. I, on the other hand, have probably spent years telling myself to stay put because you just might not know what will happen next (read: glass half-empty). Because of that, staying in my shell is preventing me from doing a lot of things that some of my friends have suggested/urged me to do. And not just about traveling.
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I sometimes hate sitcoms especially when the main actress is sooo pretty. And of course she gets together with the super charming actor. Like Outsourced. Still funny as heck though. Meh.
Friends like the one I talked to and many others have done something that until this day I haven't done at all, traveled alone (or with one other friend) to a fairly far away place. And all of them have done so at a relatively early age. As with people who have done extensive traveling (even just once) will tell you all the wonderful stories and superlative-laced descriptions of places they have been and experiences. Normally I'd just be happy listening in, absorbing all the tales that needs to be told and just be in wonder on what it is like to be in their shoes when they were there. But something turned when my friend implored me to do the same and that I can still do it. I am "still young" apparently.
Coming from a person who is about my sister age, my first response was you have absolutely no idea what you are talking about or what it means to be "still young". Heck, for a split second, I don't know whether to feel insulted by that statement. But of course my secondary higher-level cognition kicked in and realized that my problem is not with me getting older but the lack of throwing myself out there and see what happens. Perhaps it is shaped by the circumstances I've been placed in (and possibly reinforce whatever insecurities about it) that I don't dream about wandering off to exotic places. That I don't want to decide to travel. Sure I've been to some pretty cool places but not one of them was a result of my desire. After further examination, it pretty much boils down to a couple of factors.
One, money. Coming to Australia from Malaysia, money is pretty big deal for me (and of course my family). Traveling requires it, I don't have it. We have a problem. So it is in my first response to keep whatever money I have, whether earned or received from the FaMa (Father-Mother) Scholarship. So of course whatever desires of traveling to far away lands are inhibited and suppressed down to wandering through the interwebs for cats and other weird things. Two, personal priorities. You'd think money would be a priority but actually it isn't, at least for me. Money was never really a big priority. Stability, however, is. Once everything is settled only then will I have the surplus to travel. Needless to say, I've never really felt it, even now. Many of my plans towards stability have been redrawn as time goes by and when that happens something's gotta give. More suppression ensues.
Looking deeper into this complex personality, I don't just do this on the issue of travel. As I have stated countless times, I overthink things. As a result, I plan a lot especially when it is towards some base level of comfort. Only when I've hit that base level will I move on to other things. Because so much of my time has been "devoted" to planning, desires get suppressed and failure to act spontaneously is eminent. I don't want things, routine is a friend. A robot. There are times where I envy friends like I've mentioned, most of them have in one way or another would throw themselves out of the fish bowl every now and then to see what it's like out there. I, on the other hand, have probably spent years telling myself to stay put because you just might not know what will happen next (read: glass half-empty). Because of that, staying in my shell is preventing me from doing a lot of things that some of my friends have suggested/urged me to do. And not just about traveling.
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I sometimes hate sitcoms especially when the main actress is sooo pretty. And of course she gets together with the super charming actor. Like Outsourced. Still funny as heck though. Meh.
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Week One
Monday, October 3, 2011
at
12:00 AM
So 5 days on the job has passed and so far I'm liking it. Although I was thrown into the deep end by letting me work on one of their large projects to make some minor improvements, I've learned so much plus it is good that I'm back into the programming flow. But what I did not expect is that most of us should be moderate users of Photoshop as well. Very strange but I guess it is probably a good thing in the long run.
I am indeed very thankful that I've got it easy compared to most people who are job searching or even those who had jobs but received less than what they bargained for in some respects. Even though that I've never really been in the job search area prior to this but I kinda know how frustrating it can be from other somewhat related experiences. Just today some people merged into the current conversation circle to congratulate me on my new job. They were very excited about it and of course really wanted to know the details (sound familiar?). But what I was more worried for was that one of the other people in the conversation were in the process of job searching and have been doing so for awhile now with little success. Normally I would be very excited talking about my job etc. but not so because with all this talk about my success, it also means slightly more frustration and disappointment for this person. Kinda like rubbing salt on wound.
I think we are all guilty of not acting appropriately towards other people in a decent sized conversation group. While on average our responses may be well mannered but some will be a little bit more affected compared to others. Sometimes it is good to exchange excitement with sympathy. Though it may seem like a bit boring but it's good to maintain some sanity among other people. Granted that we can only do this if we know the people in the conversation group well enough and that tends to be a little subjective. But it is better to start low and crank it up than to start high and crank it down.
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It has been a very very long time since I've had decent seafood in Melbourne and finally I've found a place that I would be more than happy to throw money at them. And not only that, while we were waiting for a table, we were entertained by this early New Orleans jazz trio that is crazy good. This raspy pianist, a very very chilled drummer and one kick-ass clarinetist with probably an average age of my dad. Perfectly cooked crab and mussels and one seriously gigantic fish with flavours that really shouldn't work together but magically they do. I don't think I've ever seen a group wiped 3 plates clean that fast. Heck even I ate rather fast which is rather hard to believe. I want to go there again!
I am indeed very thankful that I've got it easy compared to most people who are job searching or even those who had jobs but received less than what they bargained for in some respects. Even though that I've never really been in the job search area prior to this but I kinda know how frustrating it can be from other somewhat related experiences. Just today some people merged into the current conversation circle to congratulate me on my new job. They were very excited about it and of course really wanted to know the details (sound familiar?). But what I was more worried for was that one of the other people in the conversation were in the process of job searching and have been doing so for awhile now with little success. Normally I would be very excited talking about my job etc. but not so because with all this talk about my success, it also means slightly more frustration and disappointment for this person. Kinda like rubbing salt on wound.
I think we are all guilty of not acting appropriately towards other people in a decent sized conversation group. While on average our responses may be well mannered but some will be a little bit more affected compared to others. Sometimes it is good to exchange excitement with sympathy. Though it may seem like a bit boring but it's good to maintain some sanity among other people. Granted that we can only do this if we know the people in the conversation group well enough and that tends to be a little subjective. But it is better to start low and crank it up than to start high and crank it down.
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It has been a very very long time since I've had decent seafood in Melbourne and finally I've found a place that I would be more than happy to throw money at them. And not only that, while we were waiting for a table, we were entertained by this early New Orleans jazz trio that is crazy good. This raspy pianist, a very very chilled drummer and one kick-ass clarinetist with probably an average age of my dad. Perfectly cooked crab and mussels and one seriously gigantic fish with flavours that really shouldn't work together but magically they do. I don't think I've ever seen a group wiped 3 plates clean that fast. Heck even I ate rather fast which is rather hard to believe. I want to go there again!
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