Place-sick.
Management-sick.
Attitude-sick.
Looking back to those days where my skin is flawless. Now things changed, instead of getting scars from childhood, I get it at work. Great.
Anyways, it's been 1 year, 3 months, 1 week, 3 days I've been setting my arse here in Singapore. Got enough of the negativity and stuffing myself with positive thoughts. I <3 Singapore, despite the pain, anger and bad memories it has given me, made me stronger/wiser than I should.
Every sunrise means 1 day is down, and everyday is a countdown to my goal. Nearer and nearer.
Yes, I love my job. No complaints. I chose to walk this path, and there's no turning back. Every lesson learnt is planted in me, growing to teach me how to be a better person.
Nobody said it was an easy job :)
