It’s over.

4 weeks, over just like that.

I have my complaints, my grouses, my laments.

But deep inside, I realise that I have my fair share of warmth and satisfaction too.

It’s really heartwarming when someone comes up to you and said, ” ‘Cher, erm.. erm.. it’s your last day? ok.. so… bye… and (whispers) thanks..”

It’s even more heartwarming when this someone is a renowned “at-risk” candidate, whom everyone is afraid he might just drop out one day. I felt amazingly content when he came up to me and told me that.

That one whispered “thank you” was far better than anyone could have ever said to me. I was a little disheartened before that, thinking that they don’t really like me because no one actually said anything to me on my last day. Then while I was going to go off, he came to me and blurted this out red-faced. I couldn’t help smiling. I couldn’t help crying.

I like it. A lot. I thought I might regret that moment of bond-signing, but apparently now I know what’s in store for me and I love it.