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News # 1
I just happen to overlook another person reading at the train plattform. And i was so desperate to get a copy. I guess when a person is no longer around, you just hope to get hold of whatever memories or anything that reminds you of her. She was a good aunty, not just to relatives like us but the kids too:)


News #2
I've tendered. Well, i left the letters on boss's table. Wait for Monday when he comes in. I know some are worried for me. I have thought about it for more than 3months. I have waited and did not rush into making this decision. I know some are worried about me not knowing where i want to go after this, worried about my livelihood and worried that I will not get a job with better incentives.

While i probably can't articulate in words what i want to you but i know what i want. This job was a rush, 2 weeks span, a day consideration. But i do not regret.Because if anything, i know what i look for in a job because of this experience. More importantly, i think i can still explore a little more with other options to finally decide on what i want.

To leave after finding a job is not possible because i have no more paid-leave to go for other interviews. And for all the kindness i have received, i do feel bad to leave. And to not leave after finding a job, sets my heart at peace a little bit more.

And yes definitely, whatever the next job may be, it will definitely be a lot more difficult than working here. I will most slightly miss all the free time i have here to blog and do nothing. Having being here for 8months, i am so familiar with everything here. I am not at all keen to make new friends or to go into a new environment with new orientation again. Nevertheless, I have to leave. I hope i can continue to learn, to work and get paid. In view of long term plans and benefits, i have to go:)

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