Ah.

And again a long punctuation from updating ensues. Haven't written much in my journal either. I guess that's kind of like the university effect. You really lose time when you're in university (how about an extra 2 and a half hours a day in travelling?), and somehow the activities take up more of your day (because mornings are usually spent sleeping- lessons are mostly in the afternoon). Now guess what, my update comes right in the middle of the exam period. Pretty much the only time when I'm really free this semester. Weird.

Experiencing this thing that has been a continuously recurring perspective- that some things can only be learnt by getting older. Maybe you're 20 now, maybe 16. I don't care how old you are, but look at the past year, maybe two or three. You're definitely a different person somehow. Can't escape it, but age brings with it additional opportunities (I refrain from using the word 'risk') that cannot be gained any way else.

These opportunities can come in the form of a shift in perspective (what they call maturity), a fateful moment (or critical moment, depending on which framework you fall under), or maybe just the increased exposure to peers who are very much different. No longer are you able to stick much with those of your 'kind', but you are unknowingly thrown into this sea of weak ties so ephemeral I think a goldfish's memory might last longer.

Well, talking about the strength of weak ties, I would like to propose a refinement of the theory. Not only will weak ties bring about more opportunities, it will too bring about increased risk. My proof? Just look at where our type zero community is heading (thanks Dr. Kaku). Exposure this, exposure that, social media and all that comes with it; online communities are bringing about a revolution (if it isn't here yet- unlikely) that will place its emphasis on the seasonal vanity imposed on modern humanity, yet another temporary tool of adaptation in the concrete jungle unnecessary for human subsistence. Capitalism sure does a hell lot for humanity. To humanity, rather.

I knew I was meant to be born a farmer. Always loved the countryside. Even better, maybe I can have my own ballpark in the backyard. Or maybe in the corn fields, like the one I visualised somewhere in distant memory. It'd be swell. Then maybe I'd have been leading the life with conditions even royalty would be envious of (if they could see the value in it).

Then of course, lame fantasizing has no utility to the present. Love your life as it is now, and make every moment you have a conscious one.

After NM to-morrow, let's see what life's got in store for me (other than Cliff Lee's start).