When I was younger, my most desired career was in the army. I would go on and on telling my dad how much I wanted to join the Guards. I was hoping for my ns to be in the army and slowly work my ass off to join the Guards. I do not care about what people might say about the Guards neither do I care how shitty the training might be.

Fast forward 2 years, I was enlisted into SCDF, where I got firefighter. Firefighting is fun. The adrenalin rush when a fire stares you down, and knowing that however big a fire can be, we are trained to put it out. The risk of getting burnt, the risk of dying in a fire, and the special rescue we did for trapped drivers in a road traffic accident. We were trained not to fear anything nor noone, except God. We were trained to treat all members with respect, for they will be the one side by side with you fighting the fire and no one else besides God will be there to help you.

Fast forward another 2 years, here I am, applying jobs that would one day make me even better.

I do not want to go into a specialist job (quote; mechanic;technician) and get big bucks. Screw money, I hate money.