Oh, what sweet, sad, sad, sad, freedom... There's this routine that I have? Like, wake up at 7:15am because of my handphone alarm, shut it off, switch on the phone, go back to sleep, wake up at 7:45 thereabouts, wash up, think of what to wear, what earrings/bag/shoes to match, pack breakfast to eat in the office, rush out of the house, wear shoes in the car, listen to David Tao, reach workplace, climb 4 storeys worth of stairs (!), check reflection in the mirror, enter office, wear my jacket, fill up my cup with hot water, then it's another day's work! Physics journals, Clinical Approach, Zebrafish... My whole desk would be covered with papers and stationary, so much so that people would probably think: how much work I have, when actually it's all just due to very bad organisation and the lack of a stationary holder. Lunchtime comes and we all head down to the bus that's waiting. And lunchtime conversations are always so much fun and I always learn a lot. How I will miss my colleagues!!!

I really have much to thank God for. For getting such a good first-time job that lets me into the world of publishing, for having such nice colleagues who keep the job from being too boring, for the lifts I get from my dad every morning which make going to work something that is not quite dreaded, for all the little things at the end of each day that I look forward to...Mon: Channel U's Ready, Steady, Go; Tues: Dad can fetch; Wed: 8 DAYS and American Idol; Thur: Dad can fetch and American Idol; and Fri: Arrival of the weekend! So you see, it really is not that hard working from Monday to Friday. And that is why I'm so thankful!!!

My last day of work gave me this very warm feeling inside. I went around dishing out yummy Ferrero Rochers to everyone and then for lunch, two of my colleagues treated me to a meal at a Chinese restaurant at JEC. Then we took a cab back. Saw on my table a little bouquet of sunflowers from another two of my colleagues!!! Was super touched. Even got a present from another colleague whom I wasn't particularly close to or anything like that. Then went to the warehouse for the first time because we had to stick the correct serial number onto the books (which were about dissection, by the way). The warehouse is HUGE! And filled with so many, many, many books. It's interesting to be working in a place that actually, in a sense, makes books, after one has been reading books for so many years...When I was younger, my own amateurish attempts at "publishing" were simply just stapling the books. And now, it's professional binding and real book covers. Just incredible to me. And lastly, I ended the day fittingly with a physics journal, complete with lines of numbers and words that completely don't make sense, as usual! Heh.

Sad, sad, sad! Major withdrawal symptoms now. Went for retail therapy today though, and bought a sling bag from 37 Degrees, the one with a rainbow sling. I like! Walked past one pink shop after another, it does seem like nowadays one can find a pink shop at every turn. After a while, it gets very, very scary.