I've resigned, I've done it, don't ask me why or you only had 2 months left, I really, really, really don't wanna hear it or read it.

I just wanna curl up and die. Or cry. Or simultaneously.
This is the acute post-resignation period where I'll be depressed for the next 2 weeks. I really need a hug, where's Trees when you need her. Or at least huggable people who are also sick so you can hug them without fear of infecting them with anything worse.
I have no concession now, so darn expensive...

In other news, I'd been sms-ing Viv (attempting to) since I got back from HK, and I've had the wrong number in my phone. I thought "Viv" was joking with me that she didn't know me, soooo in fact I replaced a 7 with a 1 and had been told that the person isn't a "Viiiiiv" and doesn't know a "Pun". Have remedied now by calling up the Kwong household and procured correct mobile number off Rev. Kwong.

EDIT:
Very strange, Viv do you still have your mobile on you??
leng sei yat sei lok chaat chaat baat leng baat?
Or has it changed??