Samuel types on the keyboard and looks at the screen in bid to try to finish what he wish to communicate.

He stops for a moment, thinking how to carry on this conversation. sometimes, his mind would think about work -- of what to speak to the vendor when he comes later-- and those times would and should be times that he would be praying. working has not been the same for samuel since he started to work in NUS as resaearch engineer. He seems to remember the times when he was in IA, the times when he had to learn to plan his work. Now, it seems he needs to do it very much often.

research work in Singapore is probably a funny thing.. in the very first place, samuel has been fortunate to get this reserch job. His class of degree has not been most impressive, and the nature of the present work requires him to be niche in certain areas, again not in his competance level. Yet, for some reason, God knows, he is placed here in this research work-- where stability is not a sure word (samuel should realise that stability or 'iron rice bowl' is a by-word now).

someone ought to remind him that his experience to communicate with doctors and professors is an experience that no one else would have. by the way, whatever you, the reader, is going through, no one else on earth would be able to experince the same. that is what makes every individual person unique and precious?

Samuel stops and thought.. 'humm, this piece of writing should be in my blog less the first sentence.'

He smiled. =)