At Last!

I woke up disoriented and feeling queasy... "It's my last day of work today!"

Last Song Syndrome

I'm not sure if this is a real mental disorder, but here in my country, almost everyone has suffered from it everyday. I confess that I did, and still am suffering from it, much so that I keep repeating the chorus of one song over and over, and I'm liking it!

You guys've ever heard of Follow You Down by Gin Blossoms? It's not an uber great song, but it's really catchy in the rock/pop sort of way. It's one of the official soundtracks of the movie, "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days" which I've rented a while ago.

I wish I could infect someone with my LSS... The chorus needs two vocal singers~! (TTATT)

My Will Be Done~

I will post only ONCE a day after the week ends.

The reason I was able to make these entries profusely is because I have access to the computer almost the whole day. But since I'll be going to 8AM-4PM Nihongo classes this April, I think I won't be able to do the same again.

It is not really a big deal for me to post this much, I'm actually enjoying it a whole lot! It gives me the chance to write down memorable things that happens everyday, and appreciate even the littlest things that comes my way. And not being restricted to only one entry per day, I was able to write a whole lot!

Plus, I got to practice writing in English so much, that now I cringe whenever I see a typo or sentences that lacks parallelism. Haha, just kidding~

I love my blog and I love writing my life. I wish a lot of people could share my joy with me. *tries to attract more comments*

The Apprentice

Have you had an apprentice? I did. Just a while ago, and she was very attentive.

It's easy to get drunk on power and easier to abuse it. So I restrained myself and made a very great example for my soon-to-be-replacement. In fact, I taught her everything there is to know about my job and how to do it very well.

It's quite impossible to show her all of the things that I've done and what she might be working on next, so I just zipped my whole folder and sent it to her. I figured that if she can sort my files out, then she'd do a great job tying all the loose ends I might leave behind.

That is, if I'm allowed to anyway.

My tasks these days usually is to finish everything left undone, close open activities, and bum around while I wait for more tasks to come. And since I'll be leaving soon, I advised her that she should write down every question she could think of before I leave, or it'll be unanswered forevermore.

So far she doesn't have any questions, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

Gave Away My Identity

I gathered all my IDs, cash cards, health insurance cards, and other stuff and sent them away...

I'm finally leaving my corporate identity behind, and it's just now that I realize that the rope has finally been severed and I am now free to leave the company.

My last day of work will be on Friday and everyone's feeling sad about my leaving, but a Japan-o-philiac's gotta do what a Japan-o-philiac's gotta do right?

Daruma

The first eye drawn
and I wait for dawn
to count the coming days
till I leave my place

A wish is born
while some people mourn
they don't want to be
left behind by me

Then it came true
and the skies turned blue
I gave a warm smile
it was all worthwhile

A dream took flight
it was a beautiful sight
with it my heart flew
so now there's two.

A poem I made, dedicated to my inspiration: my friends and my family, whom I'll soon leave behind in pursuit of my dreams~

Thank you, sorry, and goodbye everyone.


Oh wait, my flight is not till 3 months. Hahaha~

Bus Things~

Being on the bus, packed tight with commuters going home, I did another 'deep thinking'. It was the perfect place to ponder about random things, especially with it being a long way home and you have nothing to do but just sit there and bounce with the road.

Most of the buses here were actually from Japan; second-hand and worn down, sold cheaply to bus companies who are more than willing to transform it into a speeding steel mammoth and make tons of profit.

You can still read some of the kanji writings on the doors and windows, and most of the time I try and read the small instructions written on a light bulb (which was actually a button to signal a driver). I don't understand most of it, but I managed to pick up a word or two. I even tried pushing it but nothing happened... or maybe something did and only the driver knew about it (and ignored it).

I've seen on music videos and TV shows just how different the buses on Japan are from my country. They're so clean, so new, so safe, and makes me feel envious that they manage to have those kinds of transportation means to use everyday. I figured all of them have air-conditioners, while I bask in the full glory of smoke, smog, and an occasional rain with my open window.

Makes me feel depressed and super excited... to think that I'd be able to live the comfort of a deluxe state of life in Japan quite soon enough. I can already imagine myself enjoying a convenient bus ride to work or back home everyday, with a soft headrest, a window you can see stuff through, enough room to stretch your legs, and most of all, clean air.

Riding a bus in Japan will definitely make me live longer~

Week of My Last~

Oh wow Monday, my last week starts today.

I've been counting the days ever since we got accepted for the job and now the first milestone looms near... The end of my current job to start with another.

By next week I'll be busy with the remaining documents left to procure before submitting them all to the Japanese company for translation. Then they'll use that to make the Certificate of Eligibility and send that for our visa.

My coworkers haven't been exactly silent about the whole thing; asking questions everytime they meet me: At the pantry, my cubicle, the hallway, at the lobby, in the elevator, and even inside the restrooms. Sometimes they'll ask the same question twice on a different occassion (are my answers that forgettable?).

I plan to hold a small feast to celebrate my farewell this Friday, order it in advance, and worry about the expenses later~

It'd be fun and sad at the same time... I'm not sure I can handle that. *sniff*