Oh, please, God forbids me wasting my time fudge the difficulties! My whole complaining process was again initialized by finding myself in an awkward predicament, surrounded by the recent “self-suspension” from working and the upcoming tests. Everybody has his break point, not surprisingly; my scattered passion or patient to the job at FKC finally brought my “working” project to a temporary closure. Fortunately, there is an employment agency frequently offers temporary works. Like weeks ago, I was directed to serve a “Wine Taste” banquet. Although it is usually a one-time thing, the job pays more and is generally easier.

      Yesterday, my roommates brought up that those photographers of Nation Geographic’s are probably working the most “colorful” job. At least they are immune from working in the office and possess a free-pass to see the world. Finding the prefect job is somehow as hard as finding a needle in the open ocean, or to be more relevantly, say, winning the first prize in lottery. Recalling the memories from those ideal, childish times, most of my generation fantasized themselves to be an astronaut, a general or a doctor…some were so “devoted” to their obsessions that they draw pictures of them and when theirs stories are being told, the sweet lost its power and toy its magic…

       The first cry from our birth promised us with the difficulties of this long journey. My humble knowledge tells me that we could be the only animal who cries on his birth. So intelligent that we foresee something the others can’t… If this is the way life is, then my journey has just started!   Bless moi!