Thank you, goodbye


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Dear Stevo,

From a stranger to a col­league. From a col­league to a good friend. Then we go out for din­ner more often. And then I started to fetch you home every­day after work. And not long after that I started to fetch you to go to work in the morn­ing. We have built a closer rela­tion­ship since that time. After that I moved to stay in the same apart­ment and then moved once again to stay in the same house. And now, you are going to leave the coun­try back to Bei­jing to start a new life.

The whole process from know­ing you to the day you leave takes only 1 year and 3 months. This is not a short period of time and it’s not a long one as well. But stay­ing together with you and Kevin has been one of the most mem­o­rable moments in my life. When­ever you talk about your leav­ing, I will just keep quiet because I truly hope that you would stay but at the same time I am happy for you that you have found your dream job at a place that you truly belong.


Time passes so fast that I can still remem­ber how I met you dur­ing my first day at work. We were in the same car on the way to have our lunch and you were wear­ing the Padini black shirt with white stripes. You looked very cool, neat and quiet and I was think­ing you must be those Eng­lish edu­cated banana with good fam­ily back­ground who works only for the sake of fun. It makes me feel like laugh­ing now because the Stevo I know today is com­pletely a dif­fer­ent per­son I thought you used to be.

You are the only per­son that will sing loudly “I… believe…” in the office. You are always there to cheer things up, mak­ing all those funny jokes and laugh­ing and scream­ing so loud like there’s no tomor­row. When you play, you play like crazy and play­ing seems to be the only mean­ing in your life. But when it comes to work, you work like a pro­fes­sional, stay­ing overnight for days and rush­ing projects like mad. I am just like no one com­pare to your atti­tude towards play­ing and working.


You are a really tal­ented per­son and you learn things faster than any­one else I know. I used to teach you how to swim with free style accord­ing to my lim­ited knowl­edge of free style swim­ming. In only a short time period, you can already swim bet­ter, longer and faster then I do. Now I am not dare to tell any­one that I taught you how to swim before.

There was once I did some­thing wrong and being scolded by the big boss, I felt very down and keep say­ing that I wanted to resign. After you knew about the whole sit­u­a­tion, instead of calm­ing me down, you scolded me for being such a fool think­ing that every­thing has reached a point of no return. Life has much more big­ger obsta­cles wait­ing for me you said, and how can I go fur­ther if I can­not even face this small mat­ter. How true it is when I am think­ing of it right now. In fact, you have made me realise more about life.

You taught me how to take the easy way out of life. You taught me how to be respon­si­ble to what I say. You taught me that I should be com­fort­able of being myself. And most impor­tantly, you taught me that I should not waste my time to wait for the hap­pi­ness that I long for, but I should be a happy per­son and trea­sure every moment that I have. And I am see­ing how you live up to your own phi­los­o­phy of life every­day. I might not truly under­stand every­thing you were try­ing to tell me but I believe I will get it in time.


The Chi­nese says “no feast on earth will last for­ever” and I knew this day would come. You have been a good men­tor, enter­tainer, joker, col­league, house­mate, brother and a very very good friend. I sin­cerely thank you for com­ing into my life and I am going to miss you when you are not around.

Hope I can see you soon in the near future and I wish you all the best in your future undertaking.

Good bye.

Yours truly,



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ahzenn23 February 20082:26 PM

so touch­ing. Good­bye Stevo. i didnt know u are leav­ing. Wish all the best. Gambade~

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