With no jet lag to battle, this week so far has been a lot better than I expected. On one hand, it is good to see familiar faces again, and on the other, I really miss the hustle of the places that I have visited while in North America. Each city has its own charms and really depends on what you feel like. For example, Vancouver has really nice hiking trails and outdoor-sy stuff, San Fran has nice suburban houses, New York has a certain bustle that just cannot be placed into words that I like and Chicago is a nice town with a lot of potential.
There is a lot that I have experienced during the month that I was away, mostly was good and something that I would encourage people to try the same because there is nothing quite like it when you travel alone. For example, eating and drinking solo. You can somehow be in a conversation with a completely random stranger and learning how to start the conversation with others usually brings you to unexpected areas. And I think one of the things that I learned from travelling alone is that while you strike a conversation with strangers and generally having a good time then, it gives you a renewed sense of gratitude towards your own friends.
Other times, you learn that sometimes the strangest things happen to you and even stranger still are the ways in which these things end up resolving. The one thing that will definitely be a story that is worth telling over and over again (we are talking grandkids story telling worthy here) is the time that I lost my wallet at the airport and the utterly extraordinary way in which I got back my wallet with everything intact. I have contemplated whether I should spill the beans here but I think I have decided against that. It's a bit lengthy but more importantly, it is the delivery that matters and gives a much bigger impact to the listener. Detailing every thing here makes it look very sterile and somewhat less extraordinary than it actually is (seriously, this one's a doozy). So, to those out there reading this and really want to find out, let's do it over coffee (or better yet, cocktails and/or bourbon). This story will now supersede the story of how I was mugged (albeit rather noobishly). Actually the mugging story has now been relegated to third place because of the story of the lost wallet and another somewhat embarrassing story that also took place while I was touring around.
I've had a good long self reflection time while waiting on the plane to get back to Melbourne and I can clearly see that God has been protecting me for the entire trip and even taught me a lesson or two about how God has everything under control. About 3 months back, the pastor of my church asked the congregation to secretly write out our rants about God and the cards that we wrote on will be mailed back to us after 3 months for us to look back about what God has done during those 3 months. I've mostly forgotten what I've written but when I came back home, I got the card back. I mainly wrote about how I don't know where God is leading me and what the future holds and that I have to fend for myself, that I feel the absence of God. I think just looking back at the past month itself has been a testament that God has definitely shown himself and that he has shown that he is working in all things. While I still worry about the future, I think much has been given to me to have full confidence that God is not absent nor lazy.
Wanderlust
Sunday, June 8, 2014
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4:52 PM
TL;DR
Canada is freaking beautiful, San Fran is quaint but weird weather, WWDC was a blast.
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I was kinda upset that I couldn't get to go to Vancouver to see my sister on Saturday and that there was nothing that I can do about it, even though the whole passport approval came in the nick of time. Not to mention the short term panic that I caused at work in trying to be able to get to the airport and to Sydney in 3 hours. I felt super bad about it considering that I really want to spend more time with the sister. But I think on hindsight, it worked out better than I thought. Instead of 6 days, I got 4 days when initially I thought it was going to be 3. And it turned out that it was just nice to cover a lot of things in those short 4 days, though I wish that I could do more hikes in Vancouver. Damn, the hikes in Canada are spectacular and there is nothing quite like it anywhere in Australia or at least the ones I have been so far. Not to mention eating a lot, drinking lots of cocktails (seriously, they are like at least 2 times cheaper than what you get in Australia, even as extreme as 4 times cheaper) and exploring the area. Vancouver has got some really nice spots though some areas get pretty dodgy pretty quickly.
San Fran is also a really nice place though again there are some parts that dodgy. Plus some areas smells like pot. And there are a lot of homeless people around here. I didn't remember that the last time that I was here. But the northern area of San Fran is really nice, the houses are just so nice and the apartments with all the fire escape ladders outside. Also there is a reason that most of the inhabitants of this city is so healthy, the amount of hills that you have to climb is just nuts. And not only that, but the steep incline on most of these hills are a killer. You can have your strength training and cardio done all at the same time just walking up and down the hills of San Fran.
It is also the first time that I rode a Segway. They say that these things are supposed to be very intuitive to ride and I have to say that it was easier than I expected. In fact I really like it. I think that when we eventually move out of the current office that we have into an even larger office, we all should have Segways to roam around and maybe perhaps yell at a tester or a designer.
San Fran is a strange place in terms of weather. During the day it is nice and warm and sunny but once it hits late afternoon, temperature drops and the wind starts kicking in. All of a sudden, it feels like winter again.
And now for the meaty bit, WWDC. Get to be roommates with one of my colleagues, decide to wait in line for the keynote at 5:30 in the morning (we wanted to wake up at 3 am but apparently we didn't hear the alarm go off) and of course get our heads blown off by the bombshell that was just dropped on us developers. Frankly speaking, I have picked the best time to go for WWDC and by accident too.
We are of course talking about the new programming language on the block, Swift. No one saw that coming, not by a long shot. And what we saw, we liked it instantly. It does all the things that we want to be able to do as far as the Objective-C language is concerned and a whole lot more awesomeness. Granted that the language is still incomplete but it's enough for everyone to immediately jump in and try and see if we can write apps faster, better, safer and more concise. For the first time more than 20+ years of Objective-C, now everyone is one a level playing field. Everybody became beginners. And it is amazing what you can do with the language now. It's just crazy.
WWDC itself was already crazy, with about 6000 devs in one roof and so many sessions with most of them frequently being packed out, we are just trying to get out of the talks as much as we can. But I think the one that is of the most help are the Apple engineers that are on site ready to be able to answer all questions thrown at them. I've got a couple of questions and some more from my colleagues back in the office, and they just chewed it up straight away. There is one question that we thought was a bug in one of the classes that we were using from Apple, and after some very 1337-ish debugging in a span of a minute, gave the answer straight away and even tested to see that it works normally with a fix. That was the most magical thing I have ever seen.
The other thing that was good during that week was that there were all these big companies that organises after hour drinks and some even opened up their offices for people to join in the fun. Some of these guys have really cool offices and it is cool to meet the different people in the company and out of the company. I met people who were working for Apple, Pinterest, Optimizely, Twitter, Crashlytics, Yelp and many more. Lots of them are just excited about meeting the devs in WWDC as well.
Now that the conference is over and more exploring, eating and drinking is in order, I think that I am reaching the point where I would want to start getting back to work. But then again, New York might change everything or even Chicago. Because there is all these stuff that you just want to be able to use it straight in work and you just can't wait for that. That and also I'm getting poor. Maybe more of the latter.
Happy birthday man, happy birthday.
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The Problem With Prayer
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
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11:29 PM
...or rather the problem with content-flawed prayers.
The drama never stops around here. Now going to have to cancel my flight and re-book my flight out to Canada (possibly even skipping it entirely) thanks to the fact that my passport requires it to be flown to Sydney twice just to get two labels on my passport. Hopes of seeing my sister dashed just like that.
I've told people that nothing short of divine intervention will get my passport back on time for me to fly off this Saturday. And the responses I get are pretty much the same, you better pray hard that that might happen. All except one guy, who I can always trust to say the right thing, even if it is the hardest thing to hear.
You see, I think that a lot of us tend to default to a certain kind of prayer when things aren't going according to plan. We pray for some divine intervention will occur as if we are the one running the show. Kinda like a director begging the actor who can't seem to get the lines right. Even as seasoned Christians with loads of Bible knowledge, we still pray like this knowing that this is not how prayer works. Often we interchange prayer with begging and those are two completely different things.
The more I think about my situation and how people respond to such annoyances that I have, the more I think about how utter flawed our prayers can be. Back to this friend who layeth down what it actually is, he expressed his disappointment that empatises with me but also said that maybe this is now what God wants you to be (in Canada) at this point in time. Just about everyone will have a knee jerk reaction when you hear something like this, and have a reply like "What? Is trying to visit my sister not what or where God wants me to be??". The younger me would have definitely said that and most certainly scoff at the idea (and at my friend) that God doesn't want me to be with my sister. But after hearing that as we head to work, I didn't flinch and nodded in agreement. It's not a sign of resignation or cowardice, it's a sign of acknowledgement and understanding how things are with God.
There is a real temptation to think that if I can pray hard enough, or rather beg hard enough that something might happen. We all like to be the optimistic person when the going gets tough, which is not in itself a bad thing. And who knows what miracles you can achieve when you believe. The problem is then what happens when the divine intervention that you want doesn't come. Most will get bummed out, wail or even be grumpy. Or worse, let out a sigh of resignation and have that bottled up for years. I am reminded of Jesus when he was arrested at the garden where he knew that he was going to go to the cross and he even prayed for "divine intervention" that he would not need to go through this. But ultimately say not my will but Yours (God) be done. Later on when some soldier's ear got cut off, Jesus mentions that he could have called legions of angels at his disposal. Though that would have made for a more awesome story, but that was not the will of God. Fast forward to the time when he was crucified, others scorned him to show some divine intervention to bring him down from the cross. But that didn't happen either because of the will of God.
I think my prayers have not changed during the whole drama but stayed more or less the same. And I think that is a good thing. You are not thrown around by the chaos of it all but just calmly ask and trust that God knows what he is doing. If you do get what you want, well praise God but if not God is doing something, just not what you were thinking of. Let God be God.
The drama never stops around here. Now going to have to cancel my flight and re-book my flight out to Canada (possibly even skipping it entirely) thanks to the fact that my passport requires it to be flown to Sydney twice just to get two labels on my passport. Hopes of seeing my sister dashed just like that.
I've told people that nothing short of divine intervention will get my passport back on time for me to fly off this Saturday. And the responses I get are pretty much the same, you better pray hard that that might happen. All except one guy, who I can always trust to say the right thing, even if it is the hardest thing to hear.
You see, I think that a lot of us tend to default to a certain kind of prayer when things aren't going according to plan. We pray for some divine intervention will occur as if we are the one running the show. Kinda like a director begging the actor who can't seem to get the lines right. Even as seasoned Christians with loads of Bible knowledge, we still pray like this knowing that this is not how prayer works. Often we interchange prayer with begging and those are two completely different things.
The more I think about my situation and how people respond to such annoyances that I have, the more I think about how utter flawed our prayers can be. Back to this friend who layeth down what it actually is, he expressed his disappointment that empatises with me but also said that maybe this is now what God wants you to be (in Canada) at this point in time. Just about everyone will have a knee jerk reaction when you hear something like this, and have a reply like "What? Is trying to visit my sister not what or where God wants me to be??". The younger me would have definitely said that and most certainly scoff at the idea (and at my friend) that God doesn't want me to be with my sister. But after hearing that as we head to work, I didn't flinch and nodded in agreement. It's not a sign of resignation or cowardice, it's a sign of acknowledgement and understanding how things are with God.
There is a real temptation to think that if I can pray hard enough, or rather beg hard enough that something might happen. We all like to be the optimistic person when the going gets tough, which is not in itself a bad thing. And who knows what miracles you can achieve when you believe. The problem is then what happens when the divine intervention that you want doesn't come. Most will get bummed out, wail or even be grumpy. Or worse, let out a sigh of resignation and have that bottled up for years. I am reminded of Jesus when he was arrested at the garden where he knew that he was going to go to the cross and he even prayed for "divine intervention" that he would not need to go through this. But ultimately say not my will but Yours (God) be done. Later on when some soldier's ear got cut off, Jesus mentions that he could have called legions of angels at his disposal. Though that would have made for a more awesome story, but that was not the will of God. Fast forward to the time when he was crucified, others scorned him to show some divine intervention to bring him down from the cross. But that didn't happen either because of the will of God.
I think my prayers have not changed during the whole drama but stayed more or less the same. And I think that is a good thing. You are not thrown around by the chaos of it all but just calmly ask and trust that God knows what he is doing. If you do get what you want, well praise God but if not God is doing something, just not what you were thinking of. Let God be God.
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Poutine and Hot Dogs
Sunday, May 18, 2014
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7:33 PM
You know I am dead excited about my great North American trip, which is just coming up to a week to go before I leave. There is still a lot of drama left to settle just before I leave but it is at least better than the state I was in about 2 days ago.
I am sure that I will thoroughly enjoy myself over the next 4 weeks (hopefully), having a lot of things lined up thanks to the heads up from many friends who have gone before me. In fact, there are some things that I will be doing that some people would only dream of let alone to experience it.
I have been meaning to travel alone and to go to New York for the longest time and just thinking about it makes me feel so excited. The food, the places to see, the bars and all that stuff. Basically this sums up all the things that I have been dying to do. This is what I have always wanted ever since I have been watching American TV shows.
And yet, in spite of all these wonderful experiences that I will be having, in spite of getting what I have always wanted, I am still left with the feeling that something is missing. And I think I know what is that something. Normally this wouldn't really be an issue but considering that I am in the middle of the 2 year cycle, it has now become one. I think this would be the hardest one to get over. I will get there eventually, one way or another, as my past have shown me.
It is still going to be one epic trip.
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I am sure that I will thoroughly enjoy myself over the next 4 weeks (hopefully), having a lot of things lined up thanks to the heads up from many friends who have gone before me. In fact, there are some things that I will be doing that some people would only dream of let alone to experience it.
I have been meaning to travel alone and to go to New York for the longest time and just thinking about it makes me feel so excited. The food, the places to see, the bars and all that stuff. Basically this sums up all the things that I have been dying to do. This is what I have always wanted ever since I have been watching American TV shows.
And yet, in spite of all these wonderful experiences that I will be having, in spite of getting what I have always wanted, I am still left with the feeling that something is missing. And I think I know what is that something. Normally this wouldn't really be an issue but considering that I am in the middle of the 2 year cycle, it has now become one. I think this would be the hardest one to get over. I will get there eventually, one way or another, as my past have shown me.
It is still going to be one epic trip.
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Fathers Be Good To Your Daughters
Saturday, May 3, 2014
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5:35 PM
Double post!!
One of the friends on Facebook posted a very long status update about the anniversary of the death of her dad. It was a very well written and well said post about how her dad has been a great inspiration and solid rock in my friend's life right up to the point when he passed away. My friend also has mentioned that she wanted to carry out something that her dad has wished that he could do while he was still alive, in memory of him. That is the unshakable bond that they have between the both of them and it is a very powerful imagery of parent-child relationship. It was very moving indeed.
This is the kind of relationship that I want to have and experience with my (imaginary) children. If I had daughters, I would totally trade everything to be able to have this with them (if I had sons, this would also be true but manifested in a different way). I see this in the lives of my other friends who have had daughters and the relationship that they have, and it is something that I would like to have. My friend's dad appears to be a total geek, caring and creative and that had had its influence to my friend growing up. Basically he is her world.
It's very sad that we need more people to be like my friend's dad, to be a foundation to a child, to teach them about the things that really matter in this world and not to be fooled by the stresses of the world. The real bummer is to see their lives cut short due to the ever present tragedies in this world. And you know part of me wants to be that person, to step up to the role (this may or may not be related to the fact that I want everyone to be taught math properly).
But as the years go by, it is becoming clear that this might never be my calling, to learn the joys and pains of parenthood. Which to me is a total bummer, though I doubt that I would make a good father. But I guess the rest of the quarter life crisis #3 is left to figure out how can I be this kind of a person to someone else that is not of my own blood. Perhaps that is what I'm meant to do. Ask me again in 4 years time.
Once again, there is a John Mayer song for this thought line. He always has a song for every feeling.
One of the friends on Facebook posted a very long status update about the anniversary of the death of her dad. It was a very well written and well said post about how her dad has been a great inspiration and solid rock in my friend's life right up to the point when he passed away. My friend also has mentioned that she wanted to carry out something that her dad has wished that he could do while he was still alive, in memory of him. That is the unshakable bond that they have between the both of them and it is a very powerful imagery of parent-child relationship. It was very moving indeed.
This is the kind of relationship that I want to have and experience with my (imaginary) children. If I had daughters, I would totally trade everything to be able to have this with them (if I had sons, this would also be true but manifested in a different way). I see this in the lives of my other friends who have had daughters and the relationship that they have, and it is something that I would like to have. My friend's dad appears to be a total geek, caring and creative and that had had its influence to my friend growing up. Basically he is her world.
It's very sad that we need more people to be like my friend's dad, to be a foundation to a child, to teach them about the things that really matter in this world and not to be fooled by the stresses of the world. The real bummer is to see their lives cut short due to the ever present tragedies in this world. And you know part of me wants to be that person, to step up to the role (this may or may not be related to the fact that I want everyone to be taught math properly).
But as the years go by, it is becoming clear that this might never be my calling, to learn the joys and pains of parenthood. Which to me is a total bummer, though I doubt that I would make a good father. But I guess the rest of the quarter life crisis #3 is left to figure out how can I be this kind of a person to someone else that is not of my own blood. Perhaps that is what I'm meant to do. Ask me again in 4 years time.
Once again, there is a John Mayer song for this thought line. He always has a song for every feeling.
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Comics and All His Friends
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5:04 PM
TL;DR
I should have been a comic book geek and have no friends.
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I remember the first time that I came into contact with comics, not the usual comic strips that are on the newspapers or the occasional Sunday comic strips that are in full colour. I'm talking about those that you need to have a strong devotion to go out to the bookshop to buy the latest issue to get your fix, so to say. Those kind of comics have a serious content to it and that there is no way that all of that can fit in a comic strip or even the Sunday comics section.
My uncle was an avid comic collector of various sorts. One his most extensive comic collections was a series called Commando. This is a series of World War 2 (fictional) stories in different situations, everything from the one man commando hit team to the collective might of the army against the Nazis. That was my first contact with the world of comics. Though everything was in black and white but I was immediately intrigued by the stories that came with each and every issue. The only problem was that my uncle lived in Penang and the only time that I went to Penang was during the Chinese New Year holidays. That was one of the things that I looked forward to when I head up to Penang, to see what are the other comics that he has collected.
Comics also showed me a character that I first loved with a great passion. Back home, I try really hard to stay in a bookstore to read the Archie comic series. Those comics cost a bomb to own for a 7 year old's pocket money. Most bookstore owners don't really mind but you always feel bad about it. When I started to pick up the Archie comics, there was one person that I really stood out and love. One whose set of characteristics formed most of my attractions till today.
Her name was Betty Cooper.
The intelligent, humble, active, very able, understated, gorgeous and very blond girl-next-door Betty captivated me for a long time. Often I always wondered why on Earth Archie still tries to be a player between Betty and Veronica (with a slight inclination towards Veronica), when clearly Betty was the better choice (in my opinion). I also wondered why does Betty bother to entertain Archie's player mode between the both of them. That just angers me on occasion when reading the comics. And even today for Free Comic Book Day when I picked up an Archie comic as one of the free comics going out, I still have the same nostalgia reading them and of course why Betty is still my favourite.
Great stories and great characters in comics have always made me want to read and collect comics since the first time I was exposed to it, though my parents were quick to dismiss them as a wasteful hobby. And so I never got to do it. To think that there are so many comic fans out there and the things that they do or know about makes me think that I could have been one of those comic geeks and have zero social interaction (that is still largely true today). It also made me think what else would I have come out of the closet, so to speak, had I had the opportunity to be properly exposed to it.
Man, was the list long. Musicals, film, fictional books, TV series and the list goes on. It turns out that, with no surprise whatsoever, I live a pretty boring life. No real thing for me to say this is something that I want to do in my free time. My free time constitutes doing nothing and exploring the narrow world that is my reading list in my Feeds that has largely remained unchanged for years now. I've seen some of my friends and colleagues spend lots of time doing the things that they would love to do on the side but sadly I have no such thing to call my own. Not only have I lost feelings in my extremities (it's getting cold here) but I have also lost a lot of feeling for anything.
I have often told people that I am going through quarter life crisis #3, wondering what am I going to do now that I'm here. Lots of questions about what am I going to be and what am I going to do. And strangely enough, reading a comic, started all those questions flooding into my head. Unlike Archie, who despite his player attitude sometimes is still pretty interesting on his own, there is really nothing that I have to offer to people. If anything, I offer stories to anyone with the grace and the ears to hear. I really hope that the long one month holiday/Apple Developer Conference awesomeness might give some answers to the crisis.
Who would I be in the Archie comic universe? Jughead. I just need a hat and a dog. All in due time.
I should have been a comic book geek and have no friends.
***
I remember the first time that I came into contact with comics, not the usual comic strips that are on the newspapers or the occasional Sunday comic strips that are in full colour. I'm talking about those that you need to have a strong devotion to go out to the bookshop to buy the latest issue to get your fix, so to say. Those kind of comics have a serious content to it and that there is no way that all of that can fit in a comic strip or even the Sunday comics section.
My uncle was an avid comic collector of various sorts. One his most extensive comic collections was a series called Commando. This is a series of World War 2 (fictional) stories in different situations, everything from the one man commando hit team to the collective might of the army against the Nazis. That was my first contact with the world of comics. Though everything was in black and white but I was immediately intrigued by the stories that came with each and every issue. The only problem was that my uncle lived in Penang and the only time that I went to Penang was during the Chinese New Year holidays. That was one of the things that I looked forward to when I head up to Penang, to see what are the other comics that he has collected.
Comics also showed me a character that I first loved with a great passion. Back home, I try really hard to stay in a bookstore to read the Archie comic series. Those comics cost a bomb to own for a 7 year old's pocket money. Most bookstore owners don't really mind but you always feel bad about it. When I started to pick up the Archie comics, there was one person that I really stood out and love. One whose set of characteristics formed most of my attractions till today.
Her name was Betty Cooper.
The intelligent, humble, active, very able, understated, gorgeous and very blond girl-next-door Betty captivated me for a long time. Often I always wondered why on Earth Archie still tries to be a player between Betty and Veronica (with a slight inclination towards Veronica), when clearly Betty was the better choice (in my opinion). I also wondered why does Betty bother to entertain Archie's player mode between the both of them. That just angers me on occasion when reading the comics. And even today for Free Comic Book Day when I picked up an Archie comic as one of the free comics going out, I still have the same nostalgia reading them and of course why Betty is still my favourite.
Great stories and great characters in comics have always made me want to read and collect comics since the first time I was exposed to it, though my parents were quick to dismiss them as a wasteful hobby. And so I never got to do it. To think that there are so many comic fans out there and the things that they do or know about makes me think that I could have been one of those comic geeks and have zero social interaction (that is still largely true today). It also made me think what else would I have come out of the closet, so to speak, had I had the opportunity to be properly exposed to it.
Man, was the list long. Musicals, film, fictional books, TV series and the list goes on. It turns out that, with no surprise whatsoever, I live a pretty boring life. No real thing for me to say this is something that I want to do in my free time. My free time constitutes doing nothing and exploring the narrow world that is my reading list in my Feeds that has largely remained unchanged for years now. I've seen some of my friends and colleagues spend lots of time doing the things that they would love to do on the side but sadly I have no such thing to call my own. Not only have I lost feelings in my extremities (it's getting cold here) but I have also lost a lot of feeling for anything.
I have often told people that I am going through quarter life crisis #3, wondering what am I going to do now that I'm here. Lots of questions about what am I going to be and what am I going to do. And strangely enough, reading a comic, started all those questions flooding into my head. Unlike Archie, who despite his player attitude sometimes is still pretty interesting on his own, there is really nothing that I have to offer to people. If anything, I offer stories to anyone with the grace and the ears to hear. I really hope that the long one month holiday/Apple Developer Conference awesomeness might give some answers to the crisis.
Who would I be in the Archie comic universe? Jughead. I just need a hat and a dog. All in due time.
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Sleepless in Melbourne
Thursday, April 24, 2014
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12:52 AM
It's one of those rapid fire blogging months. Perhaps it is the restlessness speaking.
Anyway, I had one of the most massive week with two much anticipated concerts within days of each other. It is also the first time that I went to a concert alone just because it is too good to pass up on something like this. Super fun nights enjoying great music from great musicians. Right up there in terms of one of the best weeks ever but I think that spot will be up for contention soon.
After the John Mayer concert, despite the seriously sleep deprived night before, I decided to have drinks with some friends. It didn't take long (ie. I had one drink) before I went into heavy reflection mode. This year has been shaping up as one of the biggest years ever, with already so much that has happened and half the year has not passed by yet. I consider myself extremely thankful that I am able to be involved in so many things and the things that are yet to come. Some things require me to start stepping up to take on the roles that have been presented before me while others require me to let go of things.
And yet, I find myself to be in one of the most uncertain times ever. This is even more uncertain than the time that I had to end my PhD and figure out what am I going to do. Strangely but not surprisingly, all this uncertainty isn't the real cause of my sleepless nights. Hitting the big three-oh on a year like this cause me to think that there is something that I really should be doing. Existential much? It's a strange paradox to be living in and I really do hope that there is some sort of resolution to that paradox otherwise I will go crazy.
And if that wasn't enough on my poor sleep deprived body, I also had a sense that I needed to talk to a friend about some issues that said friend is facing. Playing the self-proclaimed expert in relationships to this friend is pretty strange considering that I am totally under-qualified for the position. As I listen to myself dish out these so-called "advice" to this friend of mine, I keep thinking to myself what a load of rubbish I'm talking about. Although said friend seem to think that it's good advice. Whatever. Time will tell I suppose. Right now, I'm of the opinion that I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. I can't even help myself, am I right?
So another hit to the body in terms of lack of sleep but well worth the talk. And I don't regret it one bit. Even if it does mean extreme slowness and drowsiness doing work the next day
So, uh, I'm going to try and go to sleep now. Try is the strong operative word.
PS: There is further evidence that the number of people trying to set me up with others is proportional to the number of days left to being 30. My (married) colleague who is going to the conference that I will be going to in June is offering to be my wingwoman for the whole trip. Stahp.
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