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The Duff had his 28th Birthday yesterday.

He didn't really feel all that different. It was just another day. He worked in the day, and even exercised by cycling with his dog(yep, yes he can!), and bathing the creature after the run. As usual, he had dinner with his family, as he shares his birthday with his elder brother. He received some ang baos and an iPod nano, which was something he had been searching for, but was too cheap to obtain on his own expense.

He has had a weird 2 months since the last post. He had a phenomenal work month in March. The increased volatility and madness in the markets allowed him to have more entries, and an overall good form persisted. It was his first profitable month after a year of tuition fees. He wonders even now, whether he has turned a corner and is finally getting the hang of trading, or if it was just a fluke, and he'd soon re-join the rat race.

The Duff has been trying to pick up on his old reading hobby again. There was a time when he commuted a lot and read so much during those long trips on the bus or train. He misses those times when he explored the world and learnt of american ignorance and naivete in Time magazine, pipe dreams of screenwriters in entertainment journals, and of course fantastic journeys  into the outer lands on our minds in fiction novels.

When he started driving, he got into audiobooks. He found them dry, and highly dependent on production values and the narrator's voice. One can only imagine how disastrous the voices are if they can massacre even the Duff's favourite Dune series of books. Only self-help books on audio seemed to work for him, but one can only take in so much new age gospel at one go.

The Duff needs to find his bliss again. He's losing his touch on reality. He needs to meet up with old friends. He needs to be reminded of what he used to be. He needs a larger perspective to plan the future.

His warcrafting stint is about over. His rogue character has reached the maximum level, and he's actually been playing a new character, starting all over again. So many hours of gameplay, so much time wasted.

The Duff needs a break. He's been "working" nonstop for a year now. While his work is more enjoyable than most and affords a lot of flexibility, it doesn't exactly bring home the bacon. That immeasurable stress as well as facing the judgement of loved ones had been piling on immensely. He's like Old Faithful, about to explode. At 40 minute intervals. Indefinitely. He needs a holiday.

Thats why I'm blogging. He's out for today. Out of his mind.

Parting words. To test if The Duff still has his adoring public.

Does anyone know how to fix a Write Delay Failure?
Did anyone here belong to a council of smartasses in junior college and wouldn't mind meeting the Duff and a certain Robin for dinner sometime?
Pool?
Spiderman 3 preview?
Blading?
Cycling huskies?
Investment property?
Woodbridge Institute for the Mentally off-centred?

Fuck.... Need to refresh... (F5)