Remember the Time When We Stole the Whole Day?

Ann-Marie, Wee Nie, Min Hui, Le Shea and yours truly. Copyright (c) Le Shea.

Another mushy post about an ending? Unfortunately, yes. But it’s my blog and these are my memories so it would only make sense for me to jot down every single detail before they fade away with time.

I’m headed for Alor Setar tomorrow morning and I’m in the middle of repacking. I can still remember the day before I headed for KL for the internship. I was fresh out of the finals oven, both anticipating and dreading the internship. I was reluctant to pack, to head for this totally different environment which I would have to live in for a month.

Time flies, a little too quickly for my liking. Now that I’m going home, it’s hard to leave all these new memories, experiences and friends behind to return to my old life.

I just came back from a farewell dinner at 1Utama with Ann-Marie, Ellora, Kyle, Le Shea, Wee Nie, Ju Mei and Chester. Promises were made, roads down memory lane were taken, long hugs were given, more memories were formed and fortunately, no tears were shed. They were close to making their appearances, but I willed them not to with constant reassurances that these were faces that I would see again. Maybe not soon, but perhaps soon enough. (Sorry Le Shea you didn’t make me cry, but if it’s any consolation, I almost did.)

I really cannot thank all of you enough for the wonderful time I’ve had. As Min Hui said, it’s been a long journey, but it’s also been an amazing journey. I’m in a thanksgiving mood, so to all of you (yes, you, even you who’s reading this now) thank you, just for being a part of my life. (Special shoutouts to Effie, Ellie, Mei, Hanna, Farhanah, Sarah and even Elya and Kath for the happiness you’ve given me for the past month.)

These wonderful memories are forever carved in my mind, complete with the footsteps all of you have left in my heart. You have all played important roles in my life, and all of you will never be forgotten.

Now we own the night, and it can’t be undone,
We’ll never forget how it feels to be young,
Beause it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours.

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Michelle Teoh

26-year-old cynical Asian, book enthusiast and purveyor of fine sarcasm.

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