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Tuesday, February 21, 2006

leaving and not looking back

She finally steps up, and with one smooth motion, she swipes everything off the table, tears down the cubicles, unplugs the phone, throwing files and paper all around; she's gone totally ballistic, tearing the office apart.

She leaps and kicks her feet together, just to show how elated and estatic she is. She grabs her bag, stands up and waves frantically. "Goodbye! Sayonara! Adios!" She skips her way to the exit and her humongous grin stretches all across her face. Her skips out, without even a single glance back, her brilliant smile still glamourously blinding.

The sun shines brightly down on her, embracing her in its warmth, comforting her, ensuring her that everything is going to be all right.

I've finally done it! I've told my AED tht I'm leaving. He looked so sad and perturbed that day, that I nearly didn't manage to bring it up. But I did. And he was calm, sorta like he was expecting it even. This place doesn't need me; it needs someone better and more experienced, someone who can lead and make drastic changes in the organisation. And that person is not me. So I'm leaving. I'm finally gonna go with my heart over my head. Do something I'd really love, though it may be one that requires more time and involves me getting paid less, I don't care. I just want to be the one who learns to live with less while enjoying more out of life.

Tomorrow's the first match. I need to wake up and ensure that I'll do my best. Even though it may not be good enough, I'll be better off knowing that at the very least, I've done my best. That will be my aim for tomorrow, be it whether I'll be playing for quarters or just for a few minutes.

Seeing so many bball pals on Sunday, it was really nice. It's an environment that I'm confortable with, with so many others whom I've had great fun with. It brings back wonderful memories, and ensures me that the future looks bright and promising.


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