Three weeks already. Three weeks after I came back, I'm still job-hunting. I can't believe the process of job-hunting is so painfully long and boring. Very often I sent out my resume, waited for a phone call for invitation to interview, met the HR Manager, did several aptitude tests, but then was told to go home and wait for the result. Ugh.

The entire process is just long and frustrating. At some points I even doubted if I'm adeqautely equipped to face the "real world". I got a feeling that my knowledge and skills are not helpful (if not useless) for me to get a job in this highly commericalized society. I'm just tired of this.

But for better or for worse, I gotta get going. I can't give up ... after all, opportunities are everywhere- when I'm ready to take it. Wish me luck. ;)

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It wasnt until lately did I realize I'm stepping into another stage of life- the stage when one's aging parents become illness striken. Just last week I learned that family members of two of my friends have passed out. Despite having undergone the same kind of loss not long ago myself, the news left me speechless. Again I was caught up in the grief and reminiscence of my own family history, which has a lingering influence on how I see myself in relation to the family. Honestly I didnt know what I could say, nor what I could do for them. I guess when it comes to life and death, we lose our words. The feelings deep down is way more profound than what we think we comprehend.