Jetlag means that I'm wide awake at 4 am. I'm thankful that the lag's not so bad this time.
Slow internet connection means I have to forgo streaming live video of music, anime, etc for a little while.
It seems I only blog when I'm back home in KL these days, encouraged by "an abundance of unplanned time with restricted freedom" (a.k.a bored). Restricted freedom being it's 4am and nothing is open or no one is awake, with the exception of me and my dog.
Anyway, I actually have something to write about. Again, with another passing year, I find myself changing again, like changing colours of the leaves through the seasons. Not cyclical, but frequently unnoticed until the change is almost complete. Perhaps it's called age.
I'm less of a perfectionist now. Which makes it easy for people to get along with me. I say and do what I feel like more. The me from 5 years ago would be horrified. But the me from 5 years ago is nowhere near as happy as I am. I am unafraid to chart an imperfect future, and unforeseen complications don' keep me up at night. And yet somehow, with my acceptance of more and more things imperfect, I find that the grandest of my ideas have never before been closer to reality. Perhaps I am unhindered by myself in moving forward, perhaps I am less afraid of letting people into every crevice of my life, allowing my friends to guide and support me whenever they do. True friends I need to learn to appreciate.
Once again, it's easier to say than do.
