She can almost see herself waiting in the car anxiously 10 months ago, when she was there a little earlier for the interview.
Stepping in to the very messy office, what welcome her was the news of the office is moving out from the present single-storey house soon, real soon. She knew this is coming, yet, she couldn't help but feel a pinch of sudden sadness attacking her.
Everyone and everything will be out from there in a few days time, leaving behind laughters and memories that belong to this single-storey house. A new environment is awaiting to be fill in with all these laughters and brand new memories again.
So long to the living room.
So long to the living room.
The chair she sat on when she filled up the particular form. The TV that entertained her when she was having her breakfast. The table where she placed her laptop and watched Flaming Heart. The couch that she slept on during the last overnight session and to those endless TV session with colleagues. Those early mornings when she will wait in the living room with all equipments and luggages. The SorrySorry Moment which painted the living room with colours of laughter. The first time ever everyone was there for the family photo.
So long to the bosses' room.
So long to the bosses' room.
That very room where she first met the bosses and went through a very casual and fun interview. That very room where she went through different meetings. That very room where the boss reminded her about what to do. That very room where she worked with boss' laptop. That very room where all colleagues gave her a surprise celebration for her 21st birthday. That very room where she had all lessons learnt. That very room where she had the heart-to-heart talk session with the boss on her last day.
So long to the little hall.
So long to the little hall.
The rack with travel magazines for the pre-production research. The place where she cleaned up production box, first aid kit, and folded stinky raincoats.The tiny space where she first practice photography.
So long to the editing room.
So long to the editing room.
The little space between colleague's chair and the wall that she slept while waiting for the boss to decide recce departure time. The 2 boys in the room who never fail to entertain her with their funny acts and jokes. The reason of her enjoying staying back late in the office to the memorable time and experience that she had in the room. That very room where she did her first ever editing work.
So long to the offline editing room.
To the many researches that had been done in this room. To the overnight session just to rush for the merchandisers design. The flat flat tilam that she slept on. The first ever newsletter that she designed. To the many phone calls made to different budget hotels. To the time where she squeezed herself in between colleagues and gossip together just because she has got no seat and has got nothing better to do.So long to the offline editing room.
So long to the kitchen.
The priceless expression of the colleagues when they were planning the surprise. Cutting all mooncakes during Mid Autumn Festival. IKO, Julie's, Muchy's, Hup Seng, Super's 3 IN 1 cereal, Nestum Cereal, Milo, Sakae Green Tea.
So long to the toilets.
Peach scent hand wash, washing machine, yellow sink, mirrors, Alpha water heater. The floor-scrubbing and shoes-washing time.
So long to the pavement.
The time where prayer was held for the first shooting. The black 4WD that she used to drive and the climbing up and down at the back of the 4WD when she load and unload luggages. To the 4 in 1 gathering party and photography session.
And so she walks to her car and starts the engine. She stares at the 'To Let' board hanging on the black metal gate, for the one last time. She never know that she would feel as heavy-hearted when it is time to bid farewell to this single-storey house. "Good bye, memoryland" she whispers.
A brand new journey is about to starts and she knows she has all memorable footprints printed in her mind, just the way it used to be...