"Open up and say AAaaaAhhHhh!!!~!~"

Yesterday was my last day at work and while it's exciting to be moving on, it's more than a little sad to say goodbye to the fine people I work with, and the people I interact with day to day. It's a day that's equal parts sanguine and melancholy. Went out for lunch with my co-workers, so call farewell lunch. Had a grilled chicken steak, it was good, deeply and richly satisfying.

Like any breakup, it was hard to make the decision, and I didn't take it lightly. I like this job and much like a first serious relationship, it was hard to call it quits. Days like this always feel weird and sad. Weird because you're leaving something you've come to know so well to venture off into a somehow unknown future, sad because you're leaving behind a load of memories and mainly because you know you'll be missing the people, you actually spent most of your day with for a period of time.

I guess it's always the people you get to know, how they touch your life, the different relationships you build with them, the good times, and even the not so good ones, that gets to you.

Why did I take this step? Well, I guess, I just felt the time was right to move on, all the omens were right, maybe the stars were in place too or whatever else you believe in. It just falls into my basic strategy of trying to set clearer goals for myself in life and to take the steps I see necessary to reach them. Moving on to something else in my career life was simply one of those steps.

I'd like to thank all the guys at work for the great ride. It was great getting to know you all and to get a chance to work with every single one of you. I hope that we'll get to carry our personal relationships well on into the future.

I'd like to thank the company for having me as part of the team. I'm proud of all the time that I spent in it, the role I had and the work I did. I'm very happy to see the company growing further and going on to higher grounds.

So what's next? I don't know. I'm too much of a wimp to be a test pilot. Too short to play pro-basketball. Too heavy to be a jockey. I've got a perfect face for Mr. Ugly magazine and a voice for Malaysian Idol ( rejected one ). We shall see.