The fact that i slept at almost 4am (yes insomnia strikes again) waking at 8am was really quite uncharacteristically me.

I can’t help feeling an immense feeling of sadness. I’ve always ranted on and on on how M1 has stolen my youth and a good part of my life away… now strangely I can’t really say I feel exhilarated at all while I’m just hours away from finally waving goodbye.

The job may not have been very kind on my wallet but there had been many firsts.

First time I was financially able to fund my whole vacation with my own earnings. And subsequently fueled my passion for travelling and funded all my other vacations along the way.

First tattoo was inspired by a fellow colleague there who has since left. I dun heart it so much now. Frankly a tribal on my neck was quite bad an idea. No more sexy neck! But I totally love the ones I did after that. Thanks Shermin!

First permanent job that I’ve managed to stay on for over a year. 5years 9mths in fact. I didn’t even realise it was that long!

I’ve had some of the best colleagues I could ever have for the past 6 years. Already crying while I pen this. Chums should know how I cry at any and every sad show, super emo, and how I hate letting people see me cry.

Bye M1!