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In this corner...

I am at my cousin's place, and theirs is quite a full house -- something taken literally and figuratively. My cousin has 4 siblings, 1 boy and three girls. He's already got a wife, and two beautiful daughters. As for the house, my uncle and aunt also live in the house packed to the brim. It's not small (the house) but it is something of note -- barely able to hold all the people growing in a closely knit community.

I'm spending the day (and night) here because I need the internet connection. Our family has been struggling with the bills of late, and the phone line at home just got cut. Anyway, so much for that minor setback, I'm up and writing again as often as I can. And now, I'm also looking for ways of helping out and making some money of my own.

In this little corner of this humble home (literally, in a corner) I connect to the internet... I plug my laptop to the ethernet switch, and cruise along with the updates, upgrades, downloads, and surfing I usually take on. I always try to do everything I can with the time I am here, mainly because I need to keep it to the minimum.

Anyway, in this literal corner of this house I get to go into a world of bits and data -- in this corner I actually get in touch with the internet, how small this corner may be. In this corner, I find peace and opportunity. In this corner, I find hope.

Let us all please be thankful for whatever corner of the world we have at our disposal, and may we all have the presence of mind to cherish our own corner. The irony is, all we need is a corner and ourselves to get in touch with others in the world.

Chill...

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