Tough day

It was a tough day.
It was hot and humid, I was sweaty.
Physically exhausted.
Mentally tired.
Money and time wasted.
What's worse, I felt guilty to lead my dad into the same state.

I didn't really have any expectations from the start of the day, just hoped that the journey and everything else would be just fine. But by the time I walked out from the office, there was only disappointment. And the more I flashed-back of how the HR ladies asked the questions as I was walking farther, the greater the sense of disappointment and non-appreciation I felt. It's shit.

Not so much on sight-seeing, MRT was jam-packed with people, clean environment and organised infrastructure, and somehow the city is oppressive to me for the tall buildings are being too close. Unless they  come back to me and have something more than descent to offer, Singapore will not be my intermediate stop, at least for now.

I've made my decision. And I don't know if I could make my way back to where I used to be.