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It's 1:44am now.

Somehow it just felt not right for a nice cozy sleep after that game of tennis. I reache home at about 11, did some things that i normally do, and some that i don't normally do. Watched the latest episode of 'On the first beat', read 'Our Daily Bread', the 'Bible in one year', prayed and now, blogging.

I have to update, at least just as a keepsake for my good old online journal. Journal is a nice word to use. Better than a blogpost, or a diary entry. 'Jour' is 'day' in French, where we have Bon Jour = Good Day, and Journey = a day's travel. Journal would roughly be a day's keepsake, perhaps.

Finding a job can be hard, or it can be easy. Sometimes it is just our point of view, and what we want from it. Money? Experience? Lessons? Life? Livelihood? Teamwork? Friends? I guess i have to organize and be clear of what i want, before i ram into anything that comes by. Money seems to be an issue, with my current financial state, yup, i would really love more money. (yeah, some of us will argue otherwise, saying i should not need so much anyway, yada yada yada...). Career advancement? I don't know. What i like to do most, might not be something that i deem able to contribute to society in a very positive way. (if you guys know what i wanted...)

Anyway,still finding. Still waiting for interviews, waiting for results, waiting for the time to pass out from CeMNet.

Note to self: must be more positive, must be more pro-active, must take on life's problems and "settle-kan dia" (Malay-English for Singlish's 'Settle it')

Writer's block. Don't know what to write liao (oops, singlish coming in). Sianz man. And yet i'm still feeling strong and awake.

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a poor farmer and his son. The poor farmer worked very hard everyday, to make ends meet, and to ensure that his son gets a good education.

The chlid was very hardworking and diligent, spending many hours of his days to study, and eventually went to college.

What do you think happend to this child? What do you think that will befall the poor old farmer?

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