Remember this entry? Written three years ago, nonetheless.

Well, allow me to add one to the list.

When you interview a guy for a position in your team and you see the younger you in him.

Young, full of idealisms, knowing -- not even feeling confident -- that he's on his way to success. Technically capable. Opinionated while backing away from no challenges.

So me.

Naturally, I wished him the best while writing up my recommendation for a second interview with the boss.

In any case, I brought this thing up only because the last couple of days, two separate instances served to remind me of my old self. Or should I say, my young self. And for reasons I can't tell you, both occasions amused me greatly.

First, a longtime friend recently found this blog and, having read the last few entries, asked how I had changed from someone who thought marriage was nothing to someone who seemingly implied he wanted to get married soon. This innocent remark caught me unprepared.

True, I was once that guy. Or rather, that guy, who made his opinions known. There was little doubt in my mind that the trophy would eventually be mine to keep.

What has happened since? Well, I guess I grew up. You read my entry, you know how I feel about marriage. Not the only way, yet I understand how most people choose to take that route.

Second, a close friend asked me why I didn't want to have my own family. Which I corrected: I am not against having my own family. In fact, during our engagement I managed to convince myself: hey, you know what, I think I'm ready for this sort of commitment now. Who woulda thought, eh?

I'm against having it taken as the way.

Kinda like what I told the Witnesses. The slight difference is that, I'm currently open both ways. To modify our mountain guide's fav saying: kahwin senang, tidak pun senang.

That's him on the left, BTW.

I guess what I'm trying to say is this: let's try not to make it a bigger deal than it is, OK? I mean, some people get married and have kids. Some people don't. Some say leh, some say lah. Some say Indo, some say Indon.

Marriage or no marriage, let's just make this world a better place, shall we? For you and for me and the entire human race. There are people dying...

All right, this officially makes it one marriage-related entry too many for this year.

On a totally unrelated -- yes, that was intentional -- note, I just found out that you could cook rice in a microwave. Let's dwell on this a bit, blogger style, shall we? With my one-way flight home less than two weeks' time away, I have a lot of dishes to finish. Oh, didn't I tell you? My mom always loads me with tons of them, frozen, whenever I'm flying back to this city. Not unlike a certain mother.

Anyway, waste nothing is my mantra when it comes to food. Well, and money. So I was fully focused on a mission to eat everything in the freezer before June 23. But tonight, Rosalie had cooked some rice and so, I couldn't use the rice cooker. I asked her if it was OK for me to move it to a container. She helpfully moved the rice herself.

Then asked, "Why don't you use the microwave?"

I was, like, damn, can I do that? She showed me. Whoa, you mean all along I could've used the micro-friggin'-wave? No need to cook for two -- sometimes three, I'm not good at estimating how much rice I can eat -- every time?

And just as I was about to leave the city. Oh, man.

She was all, well, d'oh?!

OK, she didn't. But we're doing this the blogger way.

Time to savor the microwave-cooked rice. Bon appétit.

Current music: The Eagles - Take It Easy
Current mood: happy