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The day before yesterday, was a new-found friend's last day at the office. She brought a bottle of Bailey's but I tasted none of it, because I waited an hour for real trade unionists (whose late appearance was so not worth the wait), and returned to the office quite annoyed.And her last day- so much romance! It all started with the mystery guy who delivered the mystery package in the morning. But she rushed off on an assignment and we were left guessing if it was more than a pr company's courier service, till we forgot. Of course, she did not, and it was when mid-afternoon came round and we were offered chocolates from the sweetest little book-box that all the gushing did start! A blue gift box and a red red rose, a copy of Byron's poetry, "passionate.romantic" says the cover, and a long long letter.
Embarrassment and what-do-I-do-nows aside, I'm sure she was plenty surprised and pleased. I told her one day I'll write of their story, which has been five years long but hasn't even started, and I will. And so her last day with us was the start of a new chapter with someone else. Not that it was really goodbye, as we shall all meet again for lunch tomorrow. :)
And yesterday, was a happy day. I love my parents so very much and just how many people can you find who love you so unconditionally?
I also thought about how I never really said farewell to my last school the way I did to the one before this. Is that a measure of love for the place? Anyway, it was nice to meet friends and acquaintances, in the same place I first met them.
One tutor I know has not grown bigger, but I think his smile is kinder. Another whom I'm so indebted to I could not find and I dread to tell him what I must tell him soon, hopefully he understands. I heard too that a friend has ended one love, I don't know whether to be glad or sad, (and I don't think I'm supposed to be either anyway), but I hope she'll find another soon.
Today, I thought about goodbyes and farewells. The thought of leaving for London gets drearier by the day.
I know, I know that I'll probably enjoy myself lots over there, that I'm lucky to have someone go all the way there with me, that it's all part of the package I chose. But how am I ever going to speak about everything I need to say to everyone I wish to speak to before I leave? And this includes my little sisters, who I sometimes don't see in a whole work week. :(
It's strange how when I'm still in this same place as all of them are, there's no pressing need to get in touch- one of those things I always tell myself I must do!, but never quite get round to doing. As though living in the same country means we'll meet someday, Singapore being as small as it is. I've realised by this time though, that it's not always true, given how many people have slipped out of my life, who might have been more to me if I'd put in the effort. But then again, how many people do I want to be part of my life? In any case, I know I'll miss my family- just thinking, how many pictures should I bring, should I get a webcam and a mike, should I... makes me feel a little sick.
I really should stop this, getting all homesick before I've even left (63 days till I fly). Hey, aren't people usually all excited and eager, and don't they look forward to going abroad? Not that I don't, surely, but I guess I just don't like saying goodbye, even for the shortest time. I'll have to learn.
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