Just made the stupidest (is there even a word?) decision of my life a week ago.

Putting my shoes into what my father likes to do most – Construction. Though I am not the one who working the labor jobs, but I have pressure everywhere since a week ago. There are still lack of ceiling, outdoor chair cushions, glass door and some floor tiles.

Each time my phone ring, I will get panic, even my father call me. Wonder when I got this kind of nerves-system.

I practically running 2 things, one at home, which I now work at evening and night; another one is at the site, which I need to make sure they work. You know those guys, onces you step a mile away from the site, they slow down already.

Lesson of the day: Do you work, don’t be stupid!