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Monday, March 23, 2009
heh

Who knew audit can make me question my ethics, and my conscience, so much?

To do the easy thing, or to do the right thing? And time, is ticking...

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Sunday, March 22, 2009
Hahaha

I'm easily influenced by what I am exposed to, be in movies, books or artwork. Not sure whether it's a weakness or not, though...

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Saturday, March 21, 2009
Pride

Even the downtrodden and poor has their own pride. Witnessing first hand, the pride of the newspaperman, who refused our help when he fell from the motorbike, along with the huge pile of paper, I can't help feel a little strange...

I wonder what strings this it tug...

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Friday, March 20, 2009
Raised Nifty

It's early morning, that favourite time of mine when everyone else seem to be hectic. Rain is merely adds oil to the fire. Messy, distraught, lazy. It's etched on the faces of most car drivers that past by... I wonder when all of us started being like this, because I'm sure others see me the same way.

Seamless, the transition seemed. Before you know it, those small changes you've kept making suddenly amounted to something big. Was this the parable of the boiling frog, in action? Some mornings I wake up wishing I could just not go to where I am needed, but where I want to be. And yet, I still keep at it, and before I knew it, waking up at 6am became a part of me, ingrained within my biological clock, like the programming for me to work, has been completed.

Someone asked me whether I feel like the 'Shang Ban Zhu' (mandarin pinyin). Or in short, whether I really feel like a working person now. At times, I really do. At times, I feel like the dream of having an easy life is so far away, as if there's an invisible ceiling hanging over my head, doomed forever into this pit of worklife.

I still don't know. A part of me wants to cling hard to the belief that work will one day pay off, that what I do each day is a step in the long march to freedom. That one day, I will reach somewhere I want to be. A point when time, is mine, and only mine, given to others at my choice, and not because I have to give them my time.

I feel work is pretty much like prostitution, you sell your brain, body, energy for money. Maybe it really is. I hope one day that will change...

It sounds so sad, doesn't it? I try to keep an open mind about things, still dreaming of the day when I will get a life where work is something I choose to do, not something I have to do. But where will dreaming get me?

We all have dreams.. But now I realized what it meant to really pursue them, and realize, that perhaps many of us, despite how we say we have big dreams, are all nothing but talk, easily distracted by simple pleasures.

Mediocrity. We may not realize it, but we are doing it.
First step to change, as they say, is to do something.

I hope I get something done.

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Thursday, March 19, 2009
No.

Today I read something that drew my ire. I feel that some people, should at the very least have principles. No doubt in our fantasies, everything can somehow automagically come back together in one piece, but then again, this is not our fantasy. The bitch dumped u for another guy, and lied to you while doing it. No matter how badly you think you've done, or how you think you won't get any better, please, there are some people that aren't worth the freaking trouble, especially one who just double-timed you.. Oh god.

Some people can be absolute idiots. ><

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I'm actually blogging not from home, so you kinda know where I am lah, ;p

It's been a pretty good few days for me, jobs been pretty manageable, work has been pretty decent, and most importantly, I'm getting sleep :D

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Perhaps I spoke a bit too soon...

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Saturday, March 07, 2009
LOL

:D

I think a history of bad temper has left me a much more even tempered person today.

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Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Unforgettable

I'm starting to enjoy this, doing nothing but lift boxes and rummage through piles of paper. It's therapeutic. Oh god.

I'm actually quite sleepy already as I type this, but it's been a while. Yeah. Really has. Weekends are filled with activity too, so well, we'll see how it goes.

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Sunday, March 01, 2009
Time

Funny thing about work. Time melts away without you noticing.

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