(Un)Happy Birthday To Me

woah so sad.

i did not expect my last day to be so sad. i was dreaming of a sweet departure from the wayang drama agency, despite the last minute negotiation to get me to to change my mind about leaving. who knew i'd accumulate 6 boxes and 4 paper bags of stuff during the 42 months stay? and of course, daniel had to send me that photo of william as my last email. i had said i was not going to cry, but i should have never opened that attachment. worst, i had given all my tissue boxes away to bruce and emie.

they sent me downstairs, emir, strongkopi & TW, with me pushing my trolley of boxes and paperbags and umbrella. the cab was waiting. they helped to load the cab and final bubbyes and promises to stay in touch, then i left. and sobbed all the way home. apek still can say, "ah miss ah, behind your head there got tissue hor." thanks lah apek.

met aby at the carpark and he helped to carry the stuff upstairs. in bed, i continued sobbing in his arms while he pooh-ed and pah-ed at my little breakdown, saying i should try and not get so worked up by getting so emotionally attached and involved to the place. whatever it is, leave it behind and channel the feeling to something constructive.

constructive it is. it is my birthday this morning, and i just spent 3 hours un-packing the stuff i brought home, and whaddaya know...i have an anecdote for every time. i ended up putting all the stuff back in the boxes and see if i can try clearing them another day. so much for being constructive.

(un)happy birthday to me.