I don’t know why I like telecommunication.
I thought it was a forced relationship. After all, I’d already spend 4 years studying the degree.
But this was the kind of relationship that grows on you. And radiate.
Radio comes from the word radiate. It means – I’m sure you know what it means.
Everything about telecommunication or physics appeal to me in a different level. My interest in both of them are more to abstract concepts than qualitative. I can’t count to save my dad’s life. I’m bad with numbers. I once got an E in maths – I think I was 15. I came home to my mom and dad lounging on the balcony and told them, and all I remembered was my mom’s bewildered+pained expression when she said, “apa? E??” She was disgusted, like, EEEEEEE. Then we watched television or something.
Even at work I looked around at other people doing something else other than telecommunication and I felt sorry for them, the sorry you feel when you’re in first class peeking at economy’s cramped space. Sometimes it’s more to the kind of sorry when you meet a friend whose face powder is so thick you could see where it ends on her chin and her dark neck begins. It’s not the kind of sorry you feel when you look at someone in a freak accident, no. You don’t make fun of that kind of sorry.
Loving telecommunication makes me feel like I’m in some sort of a musical only known to me. I read a cool short story once about a girl whose life is a musical, and she keeps on hearing music and songs breaking out as she brushes her teeth or lines up to pay the bills. The story would have been great if all the songs correspond to her mood though. That what it’s like, right now. In a presentation about something entirely telecommunication, like microwave, and I see my colleagues eyelids closing fast like bankrupt restaurants I wondered if they knew what they were missing? How could you not think microwave is cool? There’s such mystery behind this technology. Don’t you ever wonder how it could heat up your food and send out your voice over a distance? Talk about being all rounded!
I’m going to stop now, change, and get ready. And change the channel of my thoughts at an alarming frequency before I bore anyone out.
Frequency.
