of aeroplanes and cute old men8 months of work.
and i can finally admit that i love my job.
i love everything about it.
from the aircrafts that i work with
to the lovely darlings in the office.
from the frenly apeks to the scary cleaners.
yes the pay's not extravagant.
but im having fun.
i do not need to drag myself out of bed for work.
instead i start the day with a huge grin on my face.
8 months ago,i was never into planes.
not until i started working.
Now, i gawked and gasped in wonder everytime i see one taking off and landing.
Now i take pride in memorising the different aircraft types around.
which is really weird considering the idiot that i was a year ago.
a year ago,
i had no ambitions.
a year ago,
i did not know what i wanted or where i was going.
a year ago,
i wasnt able to define my priorities and responsibilities in life.
work made me defined myself.
work made me took charge of my responsibilities as a growing adult.
work made me appreciate my family even more.
Only now,i realised that shit that they ve been through just to put rice on the dining table.
work made me ambitious.
i have big dreams.
and i regret not thinking about them earlier.
that includes not studying hard enough.
either ways,
i ll try.
and i wunt stop.
i guess there's no stopping point here.
life goes on.
its either you go with the flow,
or crash and burn.