Here The Starting Point

Nothing is 100 percent. Things that you think are flawless would be put in out of your confidence or instant emotion. Somehow you got to reach this, then it could be easy to read what I write.

Nothing is 100 percent.

My job-hunting, as long as I think, was already over. I got "Approved", say, "Informal Appointment" in polite English? Thinking back, back, back... 7 companies that I took. Mostly, ahh, I really refuse to say that I got paper-only-damn-rejection shits from 4 companies, or more. I sent my resume, but I ever had just a little of chances for direct interviews.

I did my best before and during the interviews, so I developed my scenario and (after interviewers asked me) answered by it. But, actually, I shouldn't have done like this. Maybe scenario would work just as a scenario, seemingly my talk was going indeed well but without any power.

I am now thinking this Informal Appointment is not also 100 percent. But I hope it would be so close to 100 percent!!

Here is my starting point.

I do what I ever want to do as me. Really embarrassed to say, I strongly have a dream that the world peace 100 percent will be fixed up.

This would be just a so little first step to get in a book management company of publishing companies. But it is the first step that the voices of writers throw a dart to readers' souls quite well and correctly by my work.

Hey, there! Would you share my dream and do some for it? Like... Pay It Forward.

Crisis In Private

This time, I want to talk about crisis. So, let me ask what is the definition of crisis. I think human in the questioned-definition situation, or in one complicated, cuts free as long as possible... Do you?

Take it easy, guys, I ain't talking about such a boring writing. But just remember, crisis doesn't happen in public. And sometimes, crisis in private might annoy more than that in public.

Let me show you my crisis today... Horrible one...

Thinking of it now, the crisis would have taught me that human never eats anything. If eating some, you need to take some off, naturally. So, I had eaten some... I had to go hard... There was just one time scale of arse-wiper, and plus no stock. What do you do next? Yes, I take a miserable figure (keeping pants and underwears down) and go into my living room. Then, I got relief, no, it was close to happiness... but fragile one.

I returned back to bathroom and then use tissues. But it was also only one time... Ohh, my land!! Finally, I took a shower.