What touched me most, was what my night shift colleague has done. I never expected a guy to do a card, so neatly and sincerely written, with a poem i had randomly penned at work. Poems were a Sec 2 history, a talent that had flowed so willingly like water... But that notebook has already been dumped... yet the poem in the card contained every single word I've composed. I cant help, but to recall why i had penned such an emo poem, to see it only so true-fit on my last day.
He mentioned the lil things i did at work; the chocos i've left for him (but because i didnt eat chocos), the secret exchanges of words and poetry (but it was only because I found it exciting! to await a secret reply everyday... when he stopped replying, i stopped, thought i was overly childish.), the cheerful decoration of stars on our workdesk (i claimed it my playground ever since tt bday celeberation), and the sincere waves of goodbyes everytime you finish your shift and i begin mine (but i logged off super fast...).
I fell silent and sad reading it. didnt know he'd appreciate all these lil everyday acts. didnt know people would ever see such a Prominent meaning behind such simple but honest gestures. Im remorseful, for underestimating him.
today, he prank called at 11am to disturb me. I thought he had been a genuine, angri-fied Respondent. A call, that put me to test, to make me realise certain issues.
My farewell lollipop gift, cannot make up for what I have overlooked:(
Today, was the last day for one of those inspirational talks with Brother Kueh.
WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE?
Have you asked yourself that, ANNAYEO.
people would think money, Happiness, health.
But, RESPECTABLE Bro kueh answered Chances.
it sets me thinking. a whole darn lot.
I used to think that i think alot alot. But i suddenly realised mine were mostly empty, incompleteness that I brood over...
No more such inspirational talks anymore, You'll Learn on YOUR OWN, AY!
and I wished I have the courage to shout that to myself.
Did I cry today? Everytime after whichever job or activity I've gone, I'll feel attached so easily, and leaving and stopping altogether is such a misery. Give me 3 days.
LOVE.
Maybe I'm in too young a position to comment on Love. Do I even know what's Love. But today, i asked if married couples still love each other. Somehow, i feel that my parents no longer know the beauty of Love in itself, they dont communicate. Mum's love for dad is the sense of dutifully providing for him.
But I, cannot feel a hint of their kinda love.
Isnt it amazing how strangers can eventually interact and become good funky friends?? Today, after lunch, we played FRISBEEE at the secret recreation room at level 3 of Singtel:) there was such a big group of 11 of us, old and new! and the two teams, have built a very strong image in my memory forever.
At work, we watched a baby dino soak up water, to grow into what you see now, as Big Dino. Heard of water babies? This, is water-dino. and its true! The look of awe and shock when i opened the tub, brought pure joy and happiness to Vong and I. That was called, laughters.
People come and go huh, how many times must we move on in life, how many people do we meet but manage to keep in touch, how much time to understand people? Its my last day, and I'm very touched with what each individual might have spoken with me today. I might not walk past my market to go to work everyday for 3 1/2 months ever again, but I know the bonds forged is so precioussssssss MY kind of gem, money cannot buy. :)
ay.
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