Sunday was my last (official) day at the newspaper.

I have called this place my second home for the past two ++ years. I joined on May 7, 2013 – a clueless 22-year-old graduate trying to transition from a lifetime of studying into the real, dog-eat-dog, working world. And I joined a tough profession at that : journalism. I have never regretted my decision to take writing and journalism while in college, instead of the path my traditional Chinese parents laid out for me – that of something safe like teaching or accounting because apparently these jobs are ‘always in demand’. The way they were on about it, you’d think that writers regularly starved to death.  But they eventually allowed me to pursue a course of my choice (my first choice was actually art but hey. It didn’t turn out too bad, non?),and I landed myself a job at one of the most reputable news companies in Malaysia.

Not too bad for a clueless 22-year-old.

Two years on, a lot of learning and amazing experiences later, I made the decision to leave.

What, are you crazy? Actually that was how my parents responded initially. They couldn’t understand why I was leaving a ‘stable’ job that paid relatively well for something that paid less.  But as I mentioned before, at this point, it wasn’t about the money. I like writing, but I don’t like news writing per se – and I thought it was time to move on to things I liked instead of being miserable doing something I hated.  I also felt myself getting comfortable, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to push myself out of the comfort zone, go try something new. There were a few other reasons related to company policies/colleagues that I will not mention here, but yeah.

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Goodbye, office.

I did feel a slight pang – after all, I’ve been here for two years + and met some really nice people. They threw me a farewell party on Friday. I was hoping they wouldn’t. Not because I didn’t appreciate the sentiment or that I didn’t like them, but coz I hate making speeches and saying farewells. Some of the ones I’m closer to even got me a bunch of sketchbooks coz they knew I liked drawing. Ermehgerd I have sand in my eyes.

I think back on the experiences and realized that I’ve learnt a lot.  Chasing for stories with unhelpful sources. Days I became superwoman and did the impossible just to see a deadline through.That’s definitely something I learned – that I can do whatever I set my mind to, even if it seems impossible. Try doing a full cover page story for the next day with a two hour deadline, no idea where to start and no sources. Staying back late editing videos in the office until the wee hours of the night. White water rafting with colleagues during our jungle camping trip. Not everything has been fun and games, but we become wiser from the good and the bad.

I’d like to thank my colleagues for being an awesome bunch to work with. I’ll miss working with ugaiz.

Au revoire, and till we meet again!