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Wednesday, Oct. 10, 2007 11:39 p.m.

sat a big meeting this afternoon. was asked to find drawings / jotted notes / photocopy this and that throughout the meeting. i was an idiot when coming to photocopying.

at a meeting u see how different people deal with a single thing. some choose to evade their responsiblity, some choose to shut up, some choose to give a lecture, some choose to wait for others to speak, some choose to cut the conversation by making a loud abrupt conclusion.

it takes time to become good at at least one thing. and i dunno what that is yet.

i dreamt of dad again, some days ago. in the dream he was hiding in the dark, staring (at judging, sorting at the same time) at passers-by with a critical, severe eye. he's distant from us, scrutinizing the world, looking into ppl's heart in the dark, a dark judge. couldn't tell whether he's good or bad, belonging to heaven or hell. the only thing u could be certain was that he's being very very critical.

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i dunno what it means.

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