It’s been a slow, busy week.

Accepted my offer to go to New York and somehow the novelty seemed to have worn off. The opportunity to work in the Big Apple was very enticing but now I seem to be having second thoughts. Heh, the idea of translocating myself to a totally different continent and timezone seems terribly daunting now.

Work has been busy, with me and a friend leaving (she’s going back to pursue her studies), my company is busy advertising for new people to come on board. There will be training, and a transfer of duties, etc. Heh, having accepted the offer does not automatically qualify me. I will be given a task soon from way over there and I’ll need to come up with ideas to impress my new boss to be (well, the higher up boss I guess) to see if I am worthy of filling the shoes of my colleague all over in New York. Heh, suddenly there seems to be a multiplied effect of work I’d need to be doing on top of the usual routine. All I can do at this stage is take a deep breath everytime I think of it. It has a calming effect.

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It’s not terribly fun, having so many thoughts go through your head all at once. I have no deadline on when I’d be leaving, what I’m to do there, how I’d survive in New York city. I’m a relatively “kampung” boy from Petaling Jaya and I keep wondering what I’ve done to qualify for an offer in one of the busiest cities in the world. That’s the present. There’s also the future, say two years from now, would I stick true to my beliefs and go back to Melbourne? Or would I be tempted by the allure of living in a metropolis like NYC. Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve stayed in Melbourne for 7 years now, and suddenly I have to uproot? It’s not as easy as going back to Malaysia, as there will always be family there. I have family and friends in Melbourne too, but who knows what will happen two years from now.

Quite tired thinkin of it, and just felt so detached from it. Had I focused too much on it I’d become depressed. I want to be strong and feel that no matter what happens, I will pull through this. I must believe.

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On a side note, went to the Australian Open on Saturday. The rain poured its soul out, and only managed to see one match at an indoor stadium. Left the court and wasn’t allowed back in as everyone wanted a chance to see a match. It was a 2 hour queue back in. Heh, exchanged the tickets for Monday’s session instead. Wasn’t expecting to go but Jerome and Emily dragged me to the evening matches. Had a good view on the outside courts on some of the matches. Tennis is really a fast game and the ball looked really fast in reality as opposed to seeing it on TV. Didn’t bring my camera out and thoroughly regretted it as we were sitting less than 10 metres from the players. Spotted Daniela Hantuchova in one of the mixed doubles and she looks as pretty in real life as she does in pictures. Heh, although I do feel she’s a little too skinny to be a tennis player as most players have more bulk to get a bigger serve.

Tennis aside, the rain also followed me to the zoo. Went to the Zoo Twilights, a sort of evening concert held on the open grounds at the zoo. Went to watch James Morrison and the Joe Chindamoe Trio. Heh, this was the WRONG James Morrison me and my friends thought we were going to see (young English singer compared to older Australian jazz instrumentalist). It was fun otherwise, and the musicians were very impressive, belting out tune after tune. It threatened rain the whole of Sunday (concert day) but it never rained until the concert started. It was a drizzly lazy kind of rain, and it came and went as it pleased. Umbrellas went up and down but luckily it didn’t pour as it did the day before while I was watching tennis.

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Tired from all the buzz. Just want to rest now.