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sanity overrides money

I waited so so long for internet. It's paid up till November but gotta get out of this room and this flat.

A hotel soon.

Sanity overrides money again.


Jing-yueh said…
hey, heard you live in a hotel now...hope things are getting better on your side now.

I quit my job. I hope it was a wise decision and am not feeling regret the outcome. Andrew and i both thought the company needs to grow up a little before they can really become competitive in the industry.

So... take care,

p.s. how's your lumps now?
postpran said…
Hi Jing-Yueh,

Yeah bad jobs are not worth it. Life is too short to work at bad jobs. Don't regret it.

Lump is getting bigger. Gotta fix it soon. It is hard to get an appointment with the doctors because they are overbooked. So I am not lifting anything too heavy.

I should move into the new hotel on the 24th. I think it is a decent place. A bowling alley, disco, and swimming pool in the same building.

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