My memories of the past job are eroding. I cannot seem to recall how stressful it was and how nerve wrecking it can get. Was it the dreading of emails or phonecalls that unsettled me on sundays? Or was it the gruesome hours and deadlines? All i recall now is those faces of my smiling friends. Always busy and stressed, but mostly happy. Faces which I'm starting to miss.

It is times like this when i start to feel the weight of leaving my friends, all those time when we took care of one another. To leave a good paying job that made it all happen. The vast unknown ahead seems forbidding and fearsome tonight. Insecurity that comes surely with idleness starts to creep in.

2 years ago i had a 2 part plan. The first part involves working in Stanchart. The second involves quiting stanchart. It is finally time.

So this is the path i must take. Destiny beckons. The future never look brighter and more exciting then this.