Saturday, August 04, 2007
It's official. I'm no longer an employee of Singapore second most read daily. 3 August 2007, a date to remember. I've packed 3 years worth of memory with me, along with the junk that somehow formed on my work desk. And of course, the friendship, love and lessons learnt.
Colleagues threw a farewell party for me, with the agenda of making me drunk, really drunk. Which I didn't of course. But I was all tipsy, high and very giddy. My drinks were as follow: lychee martini, long island tea, flaming lamborgini, whiskey+coke and finally, lychee martini (double shot). With lotsa H20 in between.
And nope, I didn't cry in office when my colleagues gave me the card someone hand-painted & my pressie — a Tiffany & Co. necklace. BUT, I cried damn hard after the party while I was in the cab. Yes, I cried in the cab. I don't think the driver realised, it was too dark. Throughout the whole 20 minutes ride home, tears just rolled down uncontrollably. Even when I got home, I couldn't stop and sobbed slightly audibly while bathing. I didn't stop after the bath either. I think I cried for 1 whole good hour. Went to bed at around 4.30am and only fell asleep when dawn broke. Woke up with bloody puffy eyes. Very bad.
Still feeling the sorrow slightly when I think of things, events, people in my ex-office. This is afterall my very first job resignation.
// she's beautifully chaotic at 2:49 PM >> 