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Sep. 27th, 2008

cheeky

A new beginning.


How time flies. Yesterday marks the end of my internship. Endless messages were streaming in, " so how are you feeling?", "Congratulations!", "Remember to apply to ____ when you graduate!".

It feels great at first you know? The sense of freedom; to know that I don't have to wake up at ungodly hours or stay in the office at ungodly hours. To run around in the hot sun or thunderstorm.

I was baking for hours on thursday night for my colleagues (3 dozen okay. Almost died of heatstroke). Strawberry, Blueberry and Oreo cookies cupcake (UN-China made).

Okay, that was random.

So anyway, I was distributing the cupcakes and taking photos and all. Running up and down places to visit my ex-colleagues, ex boss and all.

Who knew that in return, I received a bag full of presents; from clothes to chocolates to pretty cards and a "lucky US note". Surprisingly, I didn't cry.

That's how I am now. It sucks pretty bad sometimes. I'm too used to holding back my tears.

But well, it happened. After I said goodbye to the damn place.

I actually miss it. I miss working. All the adrenalin rush, the investigative journalism, the filing of reports, even going for murder cases.

And I miss my colleagues. Especially my rsi colleagues.

Sher, the sister at work. How I used to be her in house hairdresser. Mama Mel, who reminds me of April. Always taking care good care of me. Yvonne, the one who helps me with letter-writing and talks to me about fishes and plants. Jason, my canteen break buddy. A decade apart but looks my age.

Okay, now why didn't I accept the extension offer? Okay, I have a report to complete. Right.

Some pictures now. Have absolutely no mood whatsoever to continue this entry. With the flu coming down so bad.

I want to roller blade.



Fare thee well. )
Some other random pictures, after staring at the beautiful sky.





On a side note, it sucks to know that I'm not that important to some people after all. It's like a stab in the heart, lungs, face wherever.
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