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Congratulations, Mr. President

I'm taking a mini break from work right now. After spending hours in front of the computer without so much as taking a toilet break, I've decided to pull my eyes away from the spreadsheets and pop on over to my sanctuary. All I can say is, thank GOD another LOOOONG weekend is around the bend. I just want to get past this bump of stress! Over and done with.

In order to do that, I've made record time by staying back in the office late everyday for the past two weeks. It's beginning to take a toll on me body and sleep just doesn't come around easily - too tired to sleep maybe? So today, I intend to do as much as I can before tomorrow afternoon's meeting and go home at closing time (or at least just a little after closing time). As a friend put it just now, it's not like I'm being paid to do overtime.

Hey, here's something to log in as memory. A historic moment in time happened last night (local time) - the inauguration of the 44th US President.

The US government now has Barack Obama (the first African-American President) leading the way to better heights for US, and consequently the rest of the world. There is no way around it but to accept the fact that the US President is the most powerful person in the world, and whatever right or wrong that's been decided can and will affect the entire planet! It's a tough job and I do hope he does some good, especially after Bush's erroneous reign and the current economic crisis. He's got guts to take this role head on knowing his every move will be scrutinised microscopically! As he said in his speech...

"Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real, they are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this America: They will be met."

Mr. President, sir, may you be this strong and brave throughout the rest of your reign!


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