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A midlife crisis… at 22?

Phone reception in canola fields isn't as good as you would expect.
Phone reception in canola fields isn’t as good as you would expect.

On a more serious note this evening folks. Now that my mum has moved on, I feel as though my primary motivation to succeed in studies and work - to care for her and give her everything she deserved - is gone too. She never hurt anyone, was such a nice person, and deserved so much more. I know it sound cheesy, but it was the most powerful motivation to succeed in the world.

Now that a year has almost past, I feel as though my progress in life is slowing down and I have little to no purpose or direction whatsoever. I’m studying and working, but what for? I’m terrified of my dreams, and my idle thoughts. I’m an introvert, and society tells me that’s not a good thing. I’m not another lame emo person, I’m just scared of where I am now, and where I’m going, and am questioning my relevance on this planet. I don’t know how else to explain it, but I’m sure others understand.

I know most people didn’t live their childhoods by looking after and out for a parent instead of the other way around, so I know it is possible to have a sense of worth and importance without it, and it’s certainly not a conscious decision on my own part to think little of my abilities and purpose, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I do.

Is it possible to have a midlife crisis when you’re 22?

My sister Elke now has a lettuth weblog

For those interested, my fabulous sister Elke has not only started using Twitter again, but she has started a weblog of her own over on WordPress.com. The embarrasing thing is she’s doing a better job than I am already.

You can find her at http://lettuth.wordpress.com/. The name was inspired by her favourite image from I Can Has Cheezburger. I’ve been told that site has images of cats, or weasels, or other furry animals having serious intellectual discussions.

Ah Hath a Lettuth

Common sense is the least common

Solo advertisement on a tram, by
Solo advertisement on a tram, by Ian Green

My sister Elke refused to buy Solo (an Aussie brand of lemon soft drink) at the supermarket yesterday because she says she hates it. Instead, she chose to purchase a 2 litre bottle of… Lift Lemon?

In related news, oat porridge tastes fantastic, but muesli made from oats and fruit tastes repulsive. You read it here first!

Taking the high road, I hope!

This is an open letter to one of my sister’s friends, typed from a net cafe, and is in fact not related to free and open source software, open standards or something fun and silly.

It’s often said that it’s during times of crisis that people’s true colours shine through, and you learn who your friends really are. When my mum passed on at the end of last year after her epic 12 year battle with cancer, every single one of my friends were supportive, warm, friendly and knew exactly what to say. It didn’t matter if they were in Singapore, posting through Facebook from Australia, or even if I had met them face to face in the US, the UK or the Netherlands. You all know who you are, and you’re all great people for putting up with me through those tough times.

Unfortunately, my sister wasn’t so fortunate. As I posted about a few months ago, instead of supporting her and cutting her some slack during the worst time of her life, many of her friends chose instead to attack her character, calling her in as many words an "attention seeking bitch". Well last night in true soap opera fashion one of her so called "friends" in particular was exposed for continuing to make such remarks, the earliest of which were made less than a month after the disaster happened. When my sister read about this last night, she burst into tears.

Given such circumstances, I thought it would be useful and constructive to post some comments here to voice my concerns and to address some of these cruel, unjust accusations being leveled against my sister.

The Boeing 737-200 is not a widebody commercial jet.
The Boeing 737-200 is not a widebody commercial jet!

I’ll be the first person to admit I have no idea what would motivate someone to make such cruel, petty comments against a young women going through the toughest time of her life, but I suspect it could be partly explained through several factors including personality, upbringing and experience.

It is true that many of our thoughts and actions result from our own experiences; it’s the reason why we have cliche phrases such as "learning it the hard way". For most people being told that something is wrong, inappropriate or will result in harm to themselves or others is an inadequate, and ineffective, substitute for real life experience.

In the case of my sister’s so-called friend, she has never lost a significant person in her life before. It could be that she is just so confused or unable to imagine what that experience would feel like that she doesn’t know how to react. One would think though that even if such a person didn’t know, she would still have enough empathy, respect and intelligence to at least cut a person going through the experience some slack and provide emotional support rather than backstabbing her.

Upbringing would also no doubt affect a person’s ability to a certain degree to be empathetic and supportive towards someone who has just lost her mother before she turned 20. In this case of this friend, she was raised in a conservative Christian environment. I’ve made no effort to conceal my own Atheism and the reasons why I chose to be (logic, respect for women and the human condition, morals…) but I also know that much of Christian teaching (in its current contemporary interpretation) is about instilling the love of thy neighbour and he who is without sin casting the first stone. Why did this friend find it so difficult to adopt these doctrines towards her friend when she needed her the most? Does she not see the connection or is she unwittingly being a hypocrite?

A South Australian high road
A South Australian high road!

No, as much as I try to reconcile external influences and reasons for why someone would be so childish during such tough times, I keep coming back to personality. Even if she had been taught that her friend was the devil, even if she could not relate to the loss of a close loved one, I can’t help but think she could have at least tried to be supportive, or at the very least pretending to give a rat’s arse.

We can learn a lot about the reasons why she labelled my sister with such insults by looking at the words themselves. She referred to my sister firstly as an "attention seeker". Could this friend in fact be so childish that she became jealous at the attention my sister was getting from others - attention not bestowed upon herself - that she would accuse her of intentionally stealing her thunder? Could she be so shallow as to assume that my sister in fact didn’t care as much about her mother’s premature death as her social standing?

These are all possibilities. Perhaps though her reasons, personality and character can all be explained by the crude, tacky, uninspired final insult she slung at my sister: "Bitch". One would think that given the circumstances, she could have been a bit more original with her insults too.

So to my sister’s friend, and all those who agreed and sided with her over this abhorrent behaviour, please grow up and start acting your ages. You’re not little kiddies in a playground anymore, you’re in the real world now. Save yourselves.

Oh and by the way…

Adelaide life update

My sister Elke and I at Hahndorf
My sister Elke and I at Hahndorf, a German villiage in the Adelaide Hills

I’m typing this from a internet cafe in Rundle Mall in Adelaide, with a thick coat on, a tall Hudson’s Coffee Americano in my hand and looking out over the street out the window next to me. How poetic! I’ve finally moved back to Australia to resume my full time studies after doing it part time during my mum’s final days, and my sister Elke is just starting.

Because we’re are going to the same university we’re sharing a small house near the IT and Engineering campus of UniSA in Mawson Lakes, about 12 kilometres north of the CBD. The initial costs of buying white goods, beds and tables was pretty steep, but over the next year or so we will save lots of money instead of staying in the student housing. $130.00 for each of us makes sense to rent a house for less than $220.00. Plus with the Australian Dollar’s latest rally our Singapore Dollars buy a heck of a lot less than they did before, this is an important consideration!

One thing that has really affected us has been the weather. Being in the southern hemisphere, Australia is going through winter right now. Coming from Singapore where the daily temperature averages around 32 degrees and 24 at night (about 90F and 77F), Adelaide’s current winter temps of around 12 during the day and 2 at night (about 54F and 36F) have been a shock! Not only that, but some local Adelaideans say this winter has been one of the coldest they can remember. I do look pretty freaky with blue lips!

I feel as though my life is getting back on track again. I do miss Singapore, and I intend to move back there when I finish all this studying whatnot.

Jim is back, my own go at philosophy

If you haven’t checked your Whole Wheaty pages in the last few days, Jim Kloss has returned from his mother’s funeral in Ohio. He’s back on the air in Alaska, is receiving parcels at home for Esther, and is even having fun with domain registration scammers according to his latest audio magazine!! It’s great to hear his voice again, I’m glad those really, really difficult weeks are over, and that his family was there for him. Now if only people would stop sending him damned hate email he’d be well on his way to recovering!

ASIDE: As with my post on Ed Craver, I’m finding it hard to figure out what to say let alone how to say it, so I get the feeling this will be a post that’s just one disjointed thought after another. I decided not to create a Rubenerd Show about it because right now I’m in the typing zone instead, plus it’s easier to delete, rearrange and clean up all the nonsense!

In particular I wanted to talk about a few of the ideas he brought up.

For me it was interesting to hear how he perceives the human body as largely a vessel that merely contains the soul or essence of a person, and how disconnected they really are at times of great hardship or when they eventually pass on. The inevitable result of which is being able to see a close person to you in said periods of time or at those inevitable milestones and not feel so upset or hurt.

Despite my best attempts and my own journey to understanding perceptions and spirituality, I’d say for the most part I’m a still a materialist; not in the sense that I value possessions over humans or the other negative connotations people have with that term, but just simply that I don’t see the difference between life force and physical objects.

The way I see it at my own current level of personal exploration, when I see a flower I don’t think of the energy contained within as being distinct and the plant is merely the object we see and use to interact with it, I see a breathtakingly complex organism that has been the result of an incomprehensible time period of natural selection that has given its own species’ unique physical characteristics and abilities. When the flower dies, the cells in the flower stop dividing and the organism no longer sustains its own existence. What I mean is: without the flower there is no flower life, nor the potential to evolve to something even higher or more beautiful.

Perhaps this was what Jim meant by a container. In this case the flower is merely the container that has evolved to support the flower’s life. My issue is that I see a container as more of a apparatus that just happens to hold a particular substance. Water in a bucket when spilled on the floor is still water; its properties and characteristics haven’t changed. Again harking back to my limited materialistic perceptions, as a human being I feel intimately attached to my body to an extent where I couldn’t feel as though I could exist without it. My body is not a container that could easily be swapped for another one, this body is me. In a sentimental way, this body has been with me though various iterations throughout my whole life, when I think about it it’s the only thing in this entire universe that has.

I also feel as though my body is more than a container because it defines what I can and cannot do not only physically, but also in how I perceive things, remember things, feel emotions. The human brain, for all it’s breathtaking complexity is still made of physical material that when changed chemically or physically affects what I feel, see and do.

To be very cold, unromantic and blunt (here we go!), I’d say if I were truly just being contained in this vessel, my thoughts shouldn’t be affected by what happens to it. Quite the opposite, I know that if I drink a few Red Bulls, a cup of coffee or a few pints of Guinness my thoughts and perceptions change drastically. I’m not independent of my container, I am my container!

As Jim said himself, we might see things in this huge world in very different ways, but it is fascinating to hear how others perceive such life fundamentals, and damned f*cking comforting to know that no matter what we all do in this life, that we all have each other and that there are other people who can and do feel the same things we do. Just sometimes though (I know I speak from my own view especially): we need reminding of that fact.

And at the end of it all, the mortality rate of all humans is a perfect 100%. Well, unless Duncan MacLeod was really onto something. Black humour, both Jim and I are entitled to it right now. ;-)

ASIDE: Is it any wonder why I couldn’t bring myself to look at mummy and we needed a closed casket at her funeral? Perhaps I’ll grow, change and mature as I get older. I just wish I had been given the time to do so before she left.

Back in KL again

Suria KLCC shopping centre at the base of the Petronas Twin Towers in KL, Malaysia

Salamat datang ke Rubenerd Blog p1181!

Well here I am back in KL again typing away in at the Starbucks in KLCC. Don’t let my archival Flickr photo above fool you though, it’s been raining the whole time I’ve been here! In the tropics a light shower is a good thing though in my opinion, the clouds block some of the sunlight and make the temperature a bit cooler, especially in the evening after a day of rain.

I’ve met up with a friend of mine for some semi-official business regarding semi-official business and it went surprisingly well, we’ve hammered out some plans. With all the talk about email, then instant messaging, then blog comments, then micro blogging on services such as Twitter, it’s still so much simpler and faster organising things in person. I always cringe whenever my dad says that the internet is amazing because you could work literally anywhere on Earth now and do a job through it; while I’m sure it’s possible and I know lots of people who do work like that, I couldn’t imagine giving up on human to human contact for 100% of a business. It would be downright maddening!

I’m here with my sister and we’ll be back in Singapore late this week.

Web 8.0 goodness

I was running out of space on my navigation bar for all my Web 8.0 (or whatever version the 1337 internet people have decided to use now) goodness, so I figured I’d create a separate post that I can link to at the top of the site instead.

This list is a work in progress, and allows me to pass off something to help me remember things as a legitimate blog post… not that I have bad memory or anything. By the way, this list is a work in progress.

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