just minishorts.

I don't always enjoy what I do. Sometimes, I take a piece of work that belongs to another person, and then I get so edgy over the kind of material that I receive, I mash it up until it becomes almost unrecognizable. When this happens, people in the line call it 'rewriting'.

It's sad because I believe in preserving intellectual property, and it's always sad when a piece of work actually belongs to me but someone else takes the credit for it. But that isn't really the most depressing part.

The most depressing thing is how educated teachers can actually copy wholesale from previously published material and take ownership of these things, and then argue with me about authenticity and 'the author's right'.

The other thing I've begun to not like about my job is the fact that it's seeping into my daily habits. The other day I was reading a passage in somebody's research questionnaire, and I noticed the justification and setting of the text was completely off. Character spacing between words was so glaring that I had this rising urge in me to take a blue pen and mark up the text?and then I remembered that I was still a human being after all, and little mistakes in life here and there spruce things up to make life more interesting and bearable.

I realize that I'm going to be 25 this year, reaching my first quarter of a century on earth really is a fetching idea. Mum and me have also achieved a higher level of mother-daughter kinship, and sometimes, talking to her makes me wonder how I could have argued with her so much in the past?

Have I gone reflective lately? I was telling my high school mate Yuh Shan about the state of things in my life.

'This one is number what?'
'Number three…'
'HAhaha… when will you get to number 10?'
'I don't want to get to number 10… what makes you think so?'
'Don't know… you seem to speed through them pretty quickly.'
'You don't get it. Aiyoh if I can I really want to stop at number three and be content.'
'Hehehe…'

Then again, many of my friends have arrived at 25 without ever knowing what it's like to fall in love.

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