Reading a book without a pen in hand feels naked, wrong, and unbearable. To feel whole, I have pens lying around all over my apartment so that I can underline sentences that grab my attention.
These underlines are the reason why I cannot part with my books. They are too precious. They are artifacts of my thoughts and feelings.
However, one needs to be rational and calculate the tradeoff between book occupying space in my apartment vs. its value after read. While I thoroughly enjoyed the novel, it’s time for me to part with it.
To preserve the underlines, I’ve copied them below. The list is short but I can now donate this book without feeling compromised. Read More »
If I were to describe my week with one word, it’s skittish. Due to immense workload, everyone in my team started making mistakes, making me feel like everything was crumbling down. I immediately raised the concern to my manager and everyone involved, but can’t shake off the dreadful feeling that we missed something else as well.
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