Hope and Strength

Here I am, spending almost 2 weeks in Jamaica at my company's client site. Can't say much as there's nothing much in the city, except that it is dangerous to walk around alone, especially in the dark. That was one of the main concerns of everybody when I was here. Everybody..except the client themselves. After making some disgruntled complaints, someone suggested a cab ride by a driver whom they know. OK Fine. Details...none. No one cares.

So what do I do? Leave work early when it is always possible. No point risking my neck for work like this. Just leave when I feel my work for the day is done. Bugger off these people. Oh yea, it's just a 5 minutes walk from the office to the hotel. But put it this way, even the local won't walk that distance at night. Mind you, the streets are dark too.

Lots of troubles on my mind. However, I keep my hopes up. Always remembering my family and friends back home. Especially my family actually. That gives me the strength to carry on each day on my own. My colleague will only join me next week, but that's only for a short period of 1 week, while I had to spend 5 freaking long weeks here. Definitely didn't have any mood to go out during the weekend. Who the heck cares about the nice place. Don't seem much to me. I prefer to rest in my room, watching the news, movies and whatever comedies which is showing on the tv. For lunch, run the heck out to the nearby shops to take-away some food, and run back to the hotel. No way am I gonna stop. Hahaha ...

Am really looking forward to the last day here where I can leave for home. That gives me hope...and from hope gives me the strength.

People say I am a kill-joy. There's surely something nice here. But then, there isn't. Doesn't seem so..but that doesn't bother me. Yea..that's right. Not bothered. Hahaha....

Looking forward to go home.
Yeah!