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Sunrise   
07:42am 30/11/2009
  Earlier this morning, as I was sitting here in RDU Airport idly munching on my staple makeshift Starbucks breakfast of iced chai latte/blueberry scone, a slew of people gathered around the window to watch a rather resplendent three-pronged sunrise bursting out of the horizon.

It pleases me that, despite all the fanatical technology with which we adorn ourselves, people are still willing to appreciate the spectacle of nature.		  
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XXIX Olympiad   
01:50pm 11/08/2008
  I've been enjoying the Olympics a lot more than usual this year, despite the disheartening notions that world records are falling left and right because everyone is probably on some kind of performance-inducing drug.  Last night's men's swimming final was only one example of this, even though I enjoyed the race thoroughly, and will probably never forget it.  The French made the mistake of stooping to public braggadocio and we made them pay dearly for it.  I love it when that happens.

I'd like to believe that all these heroes are legitimate, but recent history makes one second guess this idea.  You never know which denounced athlete will next show up on the news, tearful, regretful, apologizing to family, friends, fans, and all the kids of the world who will one day follow their example and inject themselves with horse manure to get a gold medal.  Case in point: Marion Jones?  I'd have never pegged her to be a cheater.  Never.

It's tragic, but it's life.

Another thing contributing to my surprise enjoyment of these games is the fact that, barely three years hence, I was actually there, standing in Tiananmen Square taking pictures of the famous Mao painting that guards the Forbidden City, where NBC does its broadcasts.

The climb that the cyclists used to reach the Badaling section of the Great Wall, I made in the back of a deathtrap bus, with a tour lady speaking Chinese (that Kim wasn't translating) and a driver who used his horn as a turn signal.

And the smog?  My dad and I choked on it for four days straight.

Those panoramas they do of the city really take me back to that culture shock, that walk through the histories.  When I look back on all this, that may turn out to be the best trip of my life.

But, like all these juiced-up athletes, I will always try to do something amazing to break that record.		  
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Dream last night   
11:00am 27/03/2008
  I wish this sort of thing happened more often.

Dream: In my neighborhood, at night, trying to avoid crazed zombies that were driving around in miniature tractors, burning and/or eating people.  I had the ability to float/hover above ground, which came in handy when I was being chased.  Very reminiscent of the whole natural disaster/invincibility dreams I used to have - even though you can't exactly qualify zombies as a natural disaster.

Interpretation: I definitely played The Orange Box way too much over the past couple months.		  
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Hermit   
04:22pm 05/12/2007
  Well, this is certainly boring.  The first snow of the year has arrived, and (almost thankfully) my ass is securely parked in my office chair; it's downright cozy with the electric heater blasting away.  I've done nothing productive since training three weeks ago, and there's still no word of when I'll get to go to that other snow-infested land they call Vermont.

Didn't I change jobs to get away from this kind of boredom/stagnation?  Well, yes, but the novelty of wearing my favorite hoodie and my Stewie pajama pants to work every day will never, ever wear off.		  
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Consult the Oracle, Neo   
02:15pm 11/10/2007
  I'm as little as one step away from breaking into a new life.  My third (and hopefully final) phone interview with Oracle for the Software Staff Consultant position went extremely well, and even though I am practically scared shitless of what I am getting myself into, if I get a job offer from them I am 100% sold.

It's going to mean many things: long hours, rarely being home, probably a lot of headaches, pressure to perform, face-saving (since they work at the customer's site), hotel-dwelling, red-eye flights and gigantic paychecks.

Whatever it'll be, it's got to be better than this.

In the past two weeks my role here has been diminutized to the point where I have barely logged 10 hours of work in that time span.  I have never been this bored for this long in my entire life, and given the yawn-fests of middle school, high school, and sometimes college, that says an awful lot.

If this opportunity is presented to me, and there's no reason for me to think that it won't be, I can't shy away from it.   A future of wasting time and stagnating might have been in the cards when I was a high school wanker, but you have to grow up someday.		  
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