Let’s get down to business, once again in bullet-pointed style.
* I’ve been recently exposed to a lot of media that incorporate the concept of time-travel into their own respective mythos, and it’s triggered a thought I’ve constantly been having for years now: going back in time and reliving a certain portion of my life differently. I can literally daydream about this sort of thing for hours on end, be it when I’m on the train or in the shower. If you put a gun to my head, I’d have to say that I’d really like to have a reboot of the last 11 years of my life. Redo all of it again, and make the right decisions this time ’round. Not only do I have concerns over some of the really daft things I’ve done over the years, I have regrets over some of the things I didn’t do when I should have done them. Sooo, what I’d really like is to harness the power of time travel and make with the history-changing. For my own benefit, no strings attached. Of course, the best I can hope for now is reincarnation after death. Bleh.
* Update on the Melissa front: she might not want to stay on and take the Maldives vacation after all. In her opinion, she doesn’t think her work situation will ease up after she returns. Which is a very valid point. Whatever her choice, I’m going to support her. Besides, we kind of made a promise to each other: if we’re still cool by year’s end, we shall go for a two-week holiday toooo… Paris! I’ve always wanted to go, and ditto for her. Therefore, why not? This of course is contingent on our official status by the end of the year. I have to say, I am really starting to enjoy the time we’re spending with each other. What started as an innocent meeting of the minds developed into casual friendship with both of us knowing there was the potential for more, and now? That potential is being explored pretty heavily. I think the fact that she’s described seeing me at the end of her work day as the ultimate cure for her seemingly neverending headache makes my ego do cartwheels. And yeah, I get sucked in by stuff like that. I dish it and I eat it up with a spoon. Heh. ANYWAYS. As for her possible job opportunities, Melissa’s thinking she could join her younger sister doing insurance. Which is what tons of people have been advising for me as well, but I really don’t want to do sales now (except if it involves certain products/services).
* Speaking of jobs, my new top-secret job that I started this week is going along swimmingly. It’s only part-time, to go hand-in-hand with the other part-time gig (freelance programming). But I did go for a couple of interviews the last couple of days. I think I will want to get an actual full-time job by the time August rolls around. I’ve been having a lot fun relaxing and doing my own things for long enough. It’s on the cards for me to roll up my sleeves and rejoin the working world as a proper adult. The problem is, I’m still very picky over what the hell I want to do.
* Oh, and I had the pleasure of meeting one of my former colleagues today. We were supposed to hang out a couple of weeks ago because she (Niki) owes me a meal. Rescheduled it to today, and it was once again very enjoyable chilling out with someone from my not-so-distant past. I was definitely surprised to hear how much the ol’ office has changed in terms of people that left after I left. Some of those who have gone were completely unexpected by me. At any rate, we talked about everything under the sun… and it felt great. I guess this is the draw of having people in your life that you’ve made a connection with and will always cherish what you’ve done for them just as you will cherish what they’ve done for you. I’ve been making a concentrated effort to reconnect with a lot of my old mates, and I’m proud to report that the operation’s been coming along quite splendidly. Now, if only I can break my barrier down more and meet more people with the same interests as me. Ah, wait; that’s too hard because…
* … dun dun dun, I’m once again having that feeling that I don’t belong in this country. Hell, I have a feeling I don’t belong on this bloody continent. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to find people here who share the same interests AND have half a brain so that I can have meaningful conversations with them. However, when it comes to searching for like-minded people elsewhere… it’s a breeze. We’ll talk for hours on end, and I have to resist the urge to suggest we meet up to have a drink and converse further because we are thousands of miles apart from each other. This brings me back to the daydreaming bit: I often wonder what it would be like if I was born and raised in London or New York or Sydney. Anywhere but this island nation. I have to literally bite my tongue every single time I’m on the train, because there will be a couple of idiots not far having what they think is a very intelligent discussion — but it is in fact a mesh of piss and shit mixed in with dirt from the ground, and anybody with any sembelance of common fuckin’ sense would be able to make the distinction.
Okay, well. That was healthy. I can breathe properly now. Whew.
