Getting old, but not growing up.

In my childhood, I never had that real American experience of heading to Disneyland with the family that I always saw in the media.  I would live vicariously through other people’s accounts while waiting for the “surprise” gift my parents would potentially give (it never came).  Pouty news aside I was went on with life.  Discovered anime, video games, and the conventions related to them.  Summer of 2009 happened and thus my first experiences came: Anime Expo and Disneyland/California Adventure.  One of the best summers to date (which does include “Epic Summer” moments as dubbed by my college friends).  At that point I thought that this would be the pinnacle of life.


Fast forward to now.  With the end of this most recent con-season I manage to go to Anime Expo, Otakon, and D23 (disney convention).  Living out my childhood dreams of traveling and just taking in the cultures I love is pretty great.  Sure I would be even more comfortable financial wise if I didn’t go (cross country flight are not cheap as is general con expenses), but to say that this is the happiest I’ve been in my life is an understatement.  Work may not be my taste (for the time being), but having rewards like these are great and make it all worthwhile.  Perhaps maybe for my next portion of my career will combine anime/video games and conventions?  Oh boy……..


Dance. And strategic fisticuffs.

Continuing from my last post, this was my first second wedding where the couple was around my age.  Before that previous one, the couple was always way older (granted, I may have been young as well).  It’s kinda like Vegas, feels like a totally different experience once you hit a certain age.  In anycase, the reception was great.  Food was great, dancing was awesome (especially good when you’re dancing with someone else that doesn’t give an eff what moves you’re doing), and just catching up with friends.  Twas great to travel back home and celebrate this occasion.  Also the view over Lake Washington wasn’t bad.  I’ll be back home to settle eventually.  Buuuuttt…..still got stuff to do on this end of the country.

Jet Set Radio…..without the set…and radio…

I’m at that age where instead of seeing red solo cups in photos I see white dresses and flowers.  Weddings are norm now, and this past weekend was no exception.  My 24 hours ish stay in the state of Washington to attend one of my best friend’s wedding started with catching 6am flight out of Reagon National.  At the time, my cousin whom I am staying at while working in Virginia had no idea I had plans for the weekend (even though I mentioned it heavily for the past 2 weeks).  But I digress.  My travels were as of the following: DCA->DTW (Detroit) -> SEA.  For the 1 hour ish flight to DTW, I basically slept through takeoff and landing.  Maybe it was because I played Ultra Street Fighter IV till 4am or maybe it was because I had the whole row to myself.  In any case, I wish I slept through the next flight of DTW -> SEA.  Landed in SEA after a 3 ish hour flight, got picked up by my girlfriend and came home to some tocino cooked by my mom and a cat that is growing at a ridiculous pace.  Katsu still jumps onto my shoulder, but I don’t think he knows how big he is now. <_<;;.  Nor does he care that his class put holes in my undershirt.  After all that I had about 2 hours to get ready.  An hour ish later I still wasn’t ready because I was playing with Katsu.  Priorities are overrated.

Eventually my girlfriend and I made it to the the wedding.  Daniel, Rom (my other two best friends), and myself still act like high school freshmen when were together, so this was no different.  Cracking jokes and then trying not to laugh to loud in the church.  Even got to the point where we were deciding which hymns were the hypest.  Clearly I’m super young at heart <_< (and probably in need of some reconciliation).

Once the music kicked in and my best friend walked out with her dad and the groom’s mom (I think?  Now I’m started to question myself) down the aisle, serious mode was activated and time pretty much stopped.  She looked so beautiful, and trying to describe that would require me to write this entry till who knows when.  In a time where everything is documented and posted on social media, I just stood there in awe.  Issues from the work week, figuring out vacation dates, managing my budget, looking for a used car, catching a 4am cab to Reagon National, nothing mattered.  The moment was all hers and hers alone.  It may have been daytime but you might have as well shined a spotlight on her.  A person I’ve known since the 2nd grade, where at one time or another I was complete asshole to but at some point in our lives became really good friends, was walking down the aisle in her white dress….it was the best photo I’ve never taken.

Somewhat a good representation…But she didn’t marry an asshole

To my friends who are about to do the same in the near future…and this is mainly directed to the brides to be…your weddings will be perfect.  Yes the stress will rise up from the amount of unforeseen circumstances, but that moment of walking down the aisle with the world’s attention beaming on you…I can only imagine what emotions you’ll feel.

I’ve got to split this post up, my allergies are acting up again.

*sneeze* It must be that season…..

Well I’ve been on the east coast for about 4 months now.  The transition has been…..interesting.  Job wise, it was a roller-coaster ride.  From tackling opportunities when they come about, to feeling extremely lucky to still be in the running when others around me are falling left and right, I really have no idea how I’m coping with all this.  In any case, I’m standing here job in hand.  Yeah I’m making a number of mistakes here and there, but it’s a real crash course on the real world I guess.  The experience I’m getting from just working in an actual structured environment with responsibilities that are pretty high are something I won’t take lightly.  Now is this the job I want to make a career out of?  Yeah…..sorry man.  I really intend to just do this for two years and move on.  I’m not saying it’s a dead end job.  I just don’t feel satisfied at the end of the day.

Ah a reason to talk about golf!  Well let’s put it this way:  even if I shank a shot in golf (or miss a putt), I don’t feel discouraged because I know to the satisfying feeling I get for hitting a dead on shot (or that perfect line on a putt).  It’s like “yeah, struggles worth it yo.” *watches shot fly to the flag*

Like I (somewhat) said before, doing a good job feels a bit…..empty.  When I get off, I’m just relieved to not think about work.  Gah sounds like when I used to work retail.  Heck even though I got paid less and did something super monotonous (woo support) I felt my Valve job was more rewarding.  But this has to be apart of the process I guess?  Get a job that’s meh as a step up to something that’s more rewarding.  I hear that story all the time.  I just gotta keep at it, maybe tackle those side projects a little harder.  Fighting!

Speaking of fighting…..

Spring is kicking my ass.

Sleep is for the weak, but half sleep……

As common knowledge I currently reside on the East Coast.  This makes things really troublesome when I want to game with my friends back home or talk to my girlfriend.  Either I would have to ask them if they wanna game/talk a tad earlier (say 6 ish their time) or I would stay up till late night to get a sess in.  Safe to say my sleep schedule gets demolished on those nights I want to stay up.

Enter Polyphasic Sleep. I’ll leave it to the wiki article to explain it.  There are different methods of doing Polyphasic Sleep.  I am specifically doing Segmented Sleep. With this I sleep my “first phase” of sleep around 8-9 ish for 3.5-4 hours.  Then I wake up around 12:30-1am ish and do whatever.  Around 3:30am I go back to bed to wake up (hopefully) around 7am to get ready for work.  I still need to calibrate my body to fall asleep at an earlier time, but I think this might be my solution to hanging out with people on the West Coast still.  We shall see……in anycase, going to sleep deprive my self temporarily so I can reset my sleep schedule.

Oh we in there

I am about a week into my new job.  It’s a good taste of what is pretty much office life.  Business casual attire, meetings on meetings on meetings, and lunches with office mates/project peeps.  I’ve never had an office job before so I’m still doing okay with it.  It’s definitely no modern software office type of deal with Nerf wars happening at any moment.  But very much the definition of white collar America.  Do I honestly see myself doing this for the rest of my life?  Most likely no……..the money is great, but I don’t feel compelled to climb the corporate ladder.  Don’t get me wrong though, I won’t stop putting in 100% effort into every day I work.  Even if it’s something that doesn’t strike my fancy, there is something in this experience that will benefit me in the future.

Anywho, I think Driveclub finished up downloading so time for me to race….

There and Back Again

This past weekend I made a trip back home because I had this weird two week period where I’m just waiting for my project to start.  Also I had leftover vouchers to spend from my last trip.  (Woo being hungover worked out!).  I was due to leave Thursday morning, yet my initial flight got cancelled due to an oncoming winter storm which was supposed to bring down 3-6 inches in the morning alone.  So I reschedule and decide to just sleep on it. Morning hits and…..trace amount of snow on the ground.  I most likely would’ve been able to fly out of DCA.  Instead I had to wait till the evening, right after a huge dump-age of snow happened through out the day.  Didn’t help that right as I was leaving the door, there was breaking news out of LaGuardia Airport that a plane almost ran off the runway after landing.  <_<.  Anyways, I get on the plane at about 4:15PM ish EST and took off 45 mins later without a hitch (had to wait for deicing of plane and coat of antifreeze).  I guess I can chalk “take off during snowy conditions” off my list.

Being back home was great, but I still am not used to being home for only a set number of days.  Being a visitor in your home town….huh.  Anywho, the flight back was great.  I actually spent money to upgrade my seat and got seated on the plane first!  Ok ok it was only on Southwest Airlines….but still, riding in the first few rows is still pretty cool (especially for a 4 ish hour flight).  Can’t wait to fly actual first class at some point….