Reality Check

it's my first time typing a resignation letter and i actually searched online to see the correct way to do it. many more to come? hoho. i hope not.

working at suburban filth has been such an experience, i dont wanna quit. I KNOW, coming from me, BIG SHOCKER. i'm actually quite pleasantly surprised at myself as well. i recall a certain job 2 years ago where i just couldn't wait to leave after 3 days. i'm probably not totally cut out for f&b. or maybe i just have nice colleagues now. heh.

the other one at a bank? well i just cannot sit in an office to answer phone calls 10 hours a day, for the rest of my life(assuming that's what i do). I AM NOT AN OFFICE PERSON. which is kind of sucky since my diploma involves sitting around in an office for the entire day. it's an office-job-diploma. and it's what i have to do if i pursue that job in future. darn it. (i know, i know, we've been through this i-hate-my-course-phase. i'll back off now.)

i told my mom that since my future has already been set(assuming i graduate and continue under my diploma. go figure.) in an office, i wanted try other things during holidays to gain the experiences that i wont be able to in a few years time. i mean, you cant afford to go out to "experience" other jobs first when you graduate do you?

ugh. singaporeans. we're in such a hurry to be in front all the time, we've forgotten to live our lives the way we want to. to make time for ourselves. some people work their whole lives, day and night, every hour of everyday, slog like hell, and make all the money in the world. but when they die, they die with regrets in their hearts, regrets of not fulfilling some of their wildest dreams. it doesnt really make them happy people.

i really like to believe that when you go out to work, you should be doing something that you really enjoy, something that you really think you have passion for, instead of doing it just for the sake of the money. sure, you'll earn good. but are you going to be happy when you have to wake up every morning and drag yourself out of bed to go to somewhere that you desperately hate? it's not school(this time). you have a choice.

you know how parents elsewhere are always telling their children to "pursue their dreams and do what they like" when they grow up? even if it meant being a model, an artist, or even a clown? parents here tell us, "when you grow up, make sure you get a well-paid job. it's best if you can become a doctor, a lawyer, a banker.." it's for our own good, but it's kinda sad at the same time, isnt it?

i'd really really like to believe that it's possible to have a choice, but sometimes, out here in singapore, it's kind of difficult to just FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS, no?

check, please.