Friday was my last day at work (i didnt do any work at all actually)and i was busy saying goodbye to my fellow colleagues. *Sigh* am going to miss those crazy company. im too sad to describe in words so i'll let the pictures do the talking.





During the farewell lunch, my boss gave us a little goodbye speech for me and commented that throughout my services, he found me to be a very 'honest' person. Hah! i think i know what he means by that! But nevertheless, i felt a little sad and some sense of loss but i guess things happen for a reason.

isnt it funny? you hate your colleagues. They stab you in the back. They go lunch with you. They chat with you. They assist you in the daily operations of your work. They banter with you in the pantry or washrooms and laugh with you. And they bitch about you (and vice versa).

still, i feel sad and heavy hearted to leave them. At moments such as these, you tend to forget and the bad episodes, knowing that this will probably the last time you see them, that includes the ones which pisses you off the most. But you will especially miss the ones whom you enjoy to be with the most...


The mentel girls of Resolution Center

The day before friday, met an old uni friend for dinner and she passed my long overdued prezzie. I had a whale of a time. Well, my fat layered tummy did.





And, for your viewing pleasure, allow me, the apple crumble ..



And my prezzie, still unwrapped, sitting patiently on my dresser, waiting for me to get my grubby hands and tear it open to put it to good use...