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| just a constant sense of disappointment in my head. i know what i want, but it's way beyond my reach. i don't seem to be doing anything right. God, i need you.
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| Get up at 5:30am in the morning. If I have enough strength, I run a mile. If not, I take a shower, pour myself a bowl of cereal, and race off to work. Get to the office at 7:30 in the morning and open up shop. I stay in front of a huge computer screen updating portfolios, doing research on market statistics, property and personal tax history, and making phone calls to different officials at the Chambers of Commerce or CVBs. The funny thing is, this is the easiest part of my work and even worst, I see it more or less inconsequential. It's funny and interesting looking at my co-workers. All of them are working on oversized porfolios with deadlines at the end of the week. So they're nervous, stressed, can't think straight, and I'm stuck in the middle of them all. Some say that you're always behind of schedule in this kind of work and that's probably true. I continue to sit at my desk, whenever hungry picking out random snacks that I brought from home, having not much time to eat. I continue fixated at my 25" flat computer screen until 6 o'clock at night when my mind goes dead from hunger. At worst I head back home which hasn't happened too often. At best, I continue to stay until 9:30pm choosing to satisfy my hunger with a granola bar or soda from the company fridge. I lock up, get back home and continue working on projects on my laptop, now happy and content with the pint of ice cream at my side or some other munchies. If I'm lucky, some of you guys are online. I continue to work until 12 and then I hit the sack and start the cycle again the next day. Thankfully it's the weekend. I finally have time to review company procedures and data programs. 
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| This part of my life...is called "Internship".- Pursuit of Happyness
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| Sometimes, when I get reminded of people less fortunate than me, I get POed at myself. What is it that makes blessed people like me so forgetful about the more important things in life? When did I start being so conceited? When did I start abusing God's love? When did I start taking my friends for granted? When ever did I become so cold? When did my child-like heart of gold turn into a thing of lead?
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| What defines a man?
Is it the risk that he takes? Is it the things he do? Is it the hopes and dreams that dwell in his mind day after day? Is it the places that he goes and people that he sees? Is it his friends that he hangs out with? Is it the blood, sweat, and tears that he sheds throughout his life? Is it the God he worships? Is it the friends that he has? Is it the sacrifices he makes to make others happy? Is it his girlfriend? Is it the people he endorses and the volunteer activities that he signs up for? Is it his kids, his wife, and the time he spends with them? Is it his morals? Is it the responsibilities that he takes? Is it the priorities in his life? What is it?
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