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so it's been a hectic couple of weeks. i've missed out on telling the stories about the big carpark fight, drunken conversations, car conversations, octoberfest public debauchery and some other stuff my perpetual memory loss state will not allow me to tell.

in between all that i've been working my arse off, weekends, weekday nights, meals in my cubicle and swimming in numbers.

i read somewhere (i think it was a chicken soup book) about how this guy who's a workaholic shares his experiences in dealing with work pressures and family. he wrote about how at the end of each gruelling day in the office, he'd come home and before getting in the door, he'd lean on a particular tree in his garden. this he called his leaning tree. as he leaned on this tree everyday, he'd transfer all his stress, burdens and work matters to the thick bark of the tree and when he was done, then only would he enter his house to face his wife and kids.

i read this a couple of years ago, way before i started work and even then i'd think about how simple yet impossible it would be to have a leaning tree. the cynics amongst you who know me, might call a nice pint of guinness my own personal leaning tree. but truth is, it's not. i'm still looking for it...

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