one more day..

tmr's my last day at work.

and im feeling almost exactly the same as my last day at cpf.
i miss them.
they might be some kinda devils when they're pms-ing..
but at other times... they're jus like angels.
i saw the ugliness in them. yet i saw the beauty in them as well.
i loved the fun. the jokes. the crap. the bickering. and all the beautiful memories i had of that place.

i hate to leave. yet i hate to stay as well.

so much things up in my head.
it feels like it gonna explode real soon.
feeling so heavy-hearted these days...
and ive yet found a reason for all these...
just that the memories kept re-playin in my mind..
i feel so tired. so tired.