Morning breakfast at Ang Mo Kio Ave 4...
truly brings back old memories.
The very old stores selling soya bean milk...
the wan tan mee stall and the one selling the best kway chap
I ever had that got me liking it so much.
The long time hawkers were still there besides the new ones springing up
here and there...
But they are the everlasting... the survival of the fittest...they are the strong ones.
I remembered myself as a young boy at about 5...
I would be at the market with my mum and my dad...strolling to the long morning queue
at the fried carrot cake stall for some nice hot tasty starch and off to the fishy wet market
with old aunties pushing around and all I saw was their butt right in my face.
It all takes a fart and I'd be down...foaming....lol...

Felt like a little boy again...

but reality hits when leaving for work...
I'm already 26 going on 27...
before I know it I'm hitting the 30 mark very soon and I'm at a point
where I either make or break....
and I jolly well make my mark in business and hit my target annual income...
Haiz... 2nd day of official work and already almost 1/3 of the company's cases and
business handlings have already been passed on to me...
fighting fire on the spot...
All the turbo charged learning...
sweeping me off...
Hey I'm gona say that this job can be rather addictive...
You just wanna keep thinking, keep working on cases and issues...
and seeing results coming in one by one.
hohoho....GoGoGo!