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I was at Funan this morning shopping for an external case and an HD. It took quite awhile to go through most of the shops but I guess I got a very good deal in the end.  Was it? I probably won’t know until I get to talk with somebody who bought a similar product. Does it matter? If I later realize that I didn’t get the best deal , will I sulk and regret not getting the best deal?

I believe it boils down to how happy I am with my choice. It may not be the best but if I can live with it then I have made the right choice. It seems that making choices has become a priority in life. Most of my life could be characterized by choice avoidance (new word hehe).  A trip to the barber this morning revealed grey hairs. I am used to having grey hair since high school but it seemed that the grey hair this morning mattered more. It was a sign that I should probably start taking matters to my own hands. 

I should probably start living my life to the fullest. Start making the choices I didn’t make and live with whatever choice I make.

I have always wanted to start a blog but I always thought I never had the time. It turned out I didn’t have the drive. Working away from home in a foreign land must be an incentive to start one.

I am not sure if I am homesick yet. Working in Singapore hasn’t sink in yet. I like the place. I can go out at night without fear of being mugged. The streets are clean and you can even drink from the tap (who cares the water has gone thru six kidneys it is still cleaner than back home).

I probably haven’t have time be home sick. My work day doesn’t end after office it ends after I cooked my meal washed the dishes and finished my laundry. By the time I finish everything it would be 10 and I’m ready to sleep.

I always wanted to be independent. My family thought I won’t survive. Surprisingly I am fine. I realized I know how to iron my clothes. My short “training stints” at the kitchen with my mom paid off. I had pan fried salmon on mashed potatoes for lunch. Not bad right?

What’s next? This has crossed my mind more often here than back home. Do I get a master’s degree? Do I seek for my lifetime partner (yeah right… never was and probably never will be successful with this I am like an insect repellant the ladies would shy away even before I can ask for a date)? Do I just live life?