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The number of words: 332
The number of words: 332
A superb commencement has just begun a couple days ago. I have been waiting for ‘him’ for ages. I am the sort of person who loves to share what ‘the first’ means to me. Many lovers talk about what their first-love so meant to them. The first baby also has a special meaning for a spouse. Not surprisingly, we all admit about how glued ‘the first’ substance in our own mind including me. In the When in Rome, Beth stated “ … but that’s because I have a relationship with my job.” I don’t know why those words win my heart. Each job I’ve been passing through is so truly meaningful. And I wish this one will be next. (FYI, the student is a job as well I thought)
Well, people have their rights to pick what type of job they get involved in. No matter how difficult it is, they will do their best. Hurdles perhaps stand before them and frighten about how knockout their future will be. Yet, THEY STICK WITH THE JOB.
I know it’s too early to say if I am so ecstatic about my job. Therefore, I respect and appreciate the time when our relationship begins. Just like boys and girls strive to maintain their relationship until they achieve the next level, I place my hope to keep my relationship with ‘him’ as long as we can be. At the early stage, my Mamak advised me that the job is not-always-happy stuff. Whole guys I meet can’t be fully embraced. There are two types of people I will face; lover and hater. But she tenderly reminded me if I should love them both. So, the huge support injection always comes from my Mamak. It also comes from Jesus.
It is piercingly tempting. It has just begun. I don’t say if I will retain at my current job forevermore. Yet, I would like to scream – declare in a very loud voice – I love you from the very start.
