This place needs a revamp.

Hmmm. Hi there. Haven't been active for so long. heh. Finally got enough to get me writing last night, but i was just too tired from work. And yes, i'm still working despite wanting to leave. Hah, it has been a roller coaster ride, and it's a long story.

It was my official one year in Fish&Co ten days ago. I felt really connected at one moment but any time right now, i just feel so lost, so lost because the people whom i so cherish and treated like family all left for other outlets, be it be choice, or obligation. The other one who's still here isn't the same anymore. True colours exposed, no?

Working with three 'new' managers who dislike the sight of you doesn't make life here easy. You go home unappreciated, as i take comfort in solely, the satisfaction derived (of course, the money too albeit little). It's really disheartening to know your old family isn't going to come back for you, not in the near future at least.

Okay, this has to be mere introduction because my purpose of writing today isn't about this. i want to discuss human rights. well, unfairly distributed human rights to be specific. Through the days and weeks of knowing the ang moh kio staff, whom i must say, have sought refuge in Bugis, i find them rather pleasant (as friends, not colleagues maybe). They're a happy lot, and Lily, for one, does bring alot more joy and laughter to the kitchen than there already is. It's good to feel happy about work, without being totally oblivious/ignorant about your fellow workmates nor your work.

Something happened yesterday before closing that left me in anger. I felt indignant for myself as i was wronged, misunderstood and sarcastically reprimanded? By, of course, the drama queen. Was spewing vulgarities to myself as Lily must've heard, as she drew closer to ask if i was okay. I went on and on rambling about my indignance but she shared with me instead, about how much bad treatment they had to stomach, being foreign workers from a largely populated country, the republic of china. I could well sense sadness of being far away from home, family, and country.
For that moment, i got to see her vulnerable side. My heart sank as she stood by the sink, pretty discouraged by all that she has had to tolerate. All in the bid of earning some money.


Surprisingly, everything that she said made me ponder about my own life, how, easily i could be pushed down despite the setback being so minor. For that moment it seemed so easy to take everything in my stride. Then again, what's my setback compared to hers, or kat for that instance. I felt so relieved in that second. Knowing me, i would have brought back the anger home, carrying it to work the next day, on my face like i always do- the spoilt kid.



Well, I'm 17. And as dzul said, i will meet more people as i grow older, and definitely get f***ed more times than i could possibly imagine (not literally of course!). I should only learn how to handle this, an hopefully one day, when i really do fall hard on my ass, i can stand up straight quickly, and strike again ;)

Carpe diem!




P.s :Excited, turning 18 in two months~