Another goodbye.

So tomorrow's my last day in this office, and it is getting harder to leave. Yesterday, the whole crew gave me a farewell present, a black laptop backpack. I'm definitely going to miss quite a few things here, even though I'm looking forward to be a journo.

I'm gonna miss the thirty-minute drive from home, for a start. While most people have to fight the city's traffic jam, I have the luxury of being able to run my car up to 120 km/h everyday from Bintaro to Kramat Jati.

I'm gonna miss the homey-feeling, because, well, we work in a residential area. By we, I mean all six of us. Seven with my boss-slash-house-owner. When the electricity goes off, we go home because there's no generator set. A maid cooks lunch for us everyday, and there are sounds of various street vendors selling stuff. I'm gonna miss that "Es krim coy, beli dong" guy.

And of course I'm gonna miss being a secret agent, looking up people in the internet right to their teeniest detail. If you're some business tycoon with at least a dozen of subsidiaries in your hand and have a bank account in Cayman Islands, or if you're some idealist who thinks that the world can be one peaceful, environment-friendly place where no one kills another for the importance of their interest, then we most probably have your complete profile in our database, with details that even you might not know about. Oh, ditto for you whose cars are licensed with *country initials* [space] *number(s)*.

Oh, I think this is what I'm gonna miss most; working in the same room everyday with my bestie. All the YM convos, yet we're only two meters away from each other. Run, go move your ass to Oom James' media empire!

Farewells are always hard.