.. I was being forced to bring forward my plan for resignation;
.. Nora was being forced to bring up a 24-hours resignation notice.

Situation appears pretty tensed up.

However, both our resignations were rejected by the National Sales Manager and Human Resource Manager. Reason being, they had plans for us, which they classified as confidential for the moment.

What is it about? Just by one night, our mood and feeling left swinging all over in a mess when the news were released.

.. Siva Kumar has resigned;
.. a new Club General Manager and Membership Manager in place;
.. I was being arranged to be transferred over to One George Street.

I was puzzled. Why must it be of this arrangement? Politics. As of my resignation was rejected, I’m going to tender once again if the decision of transferring me to OGS has finalised, although it’s the best club.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

Our mood was damn low and heavy. We decided to get party-drunk at Bar None @Marriot Hotel.

A group of resignations; and my work desk with a little Chinese New Year decorations.

Me with two of my best’est colleagues – Sonia (Customer Service Officer) and Nora (Membership Consultant).

I’ll miss you girls if we really end up with a departure.

不再怕伤害不再怕期待
潜意识那才是我
真爱

.. I choose to be happy or sad;
.. I choose to be brave or cry;
.. I choose to be love or to love;
.. I choose to endure or quit;
.. I choose to live or poor;
.. I choose to be straight or gay.

We may blame it on our wrong choices, but who’s the one living the choice initially? Ourselves. Be it – unsuccessful day at work, love that’s lost, and such. Since we’re the one who picked up the choice, we should be the one rectifying it, or accept any result it reflects at the end of the day.

It’s kind of same as – “We can’t change the environment to suit us, instead adapt to the environment.”

Choice is something we’ll have to encounter every single second of our life.

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On this day, I chose to eat the ‘Apple-Long-Long’ that Mummy bought for me, and sharing my joys and sorrows with nobody else but Dimbo..

Loving someone is fulfilling.

Most priorities given to him. Willingness to share his problems. Stand by him when he needs someone to support. Achieving something within my capability for him, which he has been wanting to but unable due to certain circumstances. Looking forward to indulge in activities with him every moment. Just wanting to see the smile on him, and being happy.

Self-sacrificial..?

Loving someone doesn’t needs to be returned. However, at specific moments, we might expect something similar. To be love is rewarding and fruitful.

To love, or to be love?