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Life long... Life time...

I wrote this on March 7, 2011, 4:20 PM.

By this time, may be some of my friends and classmates are now breaking a leg in various institutions and companies related to what we’ve finished studying. Some may have landed on a job they love and earn enough; some may have the job just for the sake of having it not to be called a bum and yet earns a lot; some may have a no choice job to suffice the needs of his/her own family, and lastly, some still waiting for the job they’re dreaming of or wanted of.

If you ask me, I have a job – a toughest yet fulfilling and loving one that any woman can have. I am the Chairwoman, CEO, President, Senior Manager or any high ranking positions you can think of. I handle all the departments on my own from the decision making, design, naming, filing of documents, and documentation up to the smallest details of supplies needed, budget, planning and maintenance. I’m the boss.

And how much do I get?

Well, I get paid everyday but not that much. I earn just a billion a day. Millions of hugs, millions of kisses, millions of overwhelming support, millions of care, millions of love, millions of precious moments to cherish, millions of priceless smiles and millions of unexplainable , undefined joy. In a short period of time, I’ve just beaten the Facebook founder and he himself can’t match it.

This job I’m pursuing is a lifetime commitment. It doesn’t end – no submission of resignation letter, no chance of quitting, no turning back. It will continue from the day you embrace and promise to take care of that bundle of joy up to the time your bones got brittle and the crowning glory of yours turns to gray.

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