I hate goodbyes. I'm never good at it. I always try to act cool.. as though everything's okay and that it's a smallll matter. But deep down inside - it's killing me BIG time. Needing to depart from friends, people who are pretty much part of who I am - and people who I have impacted in various ways.. needing to deal with each others absence seems almost unthinkable.

I've been meeting up with friends on and off the last few days after my last day working at ING. Without realising.. it was to be the last time I'd to see them.. for at least for another year.. or longer.

People I know since high school. BB members who gone through tears and sweat. OCFers who I know are not going back to Melbourne. Parents who I've been in the same house since the beginning. Even places where I've travelled, played, learned and grew.

Upon realising what I'd miss - I then realise I'm already missing home (again).

Sigh.

I'm not ready to leave!!!!

A typical day at work is never not exactly typical – everyday it’s something different. But there are few things constant.

0615 hours – The phone alarm rings and the first few micro seconds of consciousness follows before the hand rams a random botton on the phone, bringing me back to slumber land. It’s impossible to wake up at 6.15 in the morning although it was most ideal to avoid the jam and the crowds.

0645 hours – I realise time is running short after the fourth snooze alert. The minor pump in adreneline finally forces me on my feet. Wash up. Strip. Putting on work clothes. Grab the keys, wallet, handphone, access card. Combing my hair. Putting on my socks and shoes. Clean my condensated windscreen – and I’m off.

0700 hours – From here I’m given two option. One is to drive to the Sentral Monorail station where I take a monorail to Jalan Raja Chulan, very close to where I work, or the Second option is to drive to the Serdang KTM traing station and take a train from there to Sentral. The difference is I don’t need to drive, which is a big deal on the way home. The jams and take an hour and a half long. Although the total travelling time taking public transports about an hour, at least I don’t need to waste petrol and energy driving. I only drive to KL is I have something on in PJ.

Serdang KTM Station

The daily chaos at KL Sentral

The crowds are insane. At it’s peak, well, you basically can’t even get into the coach. When you do manage to get on the train, the distance between you and the people around you is ZERO centimeters. If you have about 10cm to yourself, that would be a fairly unpacked train.

The problem is not with the Malaysian crowds, how could they be? They’re just trying to get to work. It’s the failure of the system. More than half the times the scheduled trains don’t show up. For example, say a train is supposed to reach at 8.00am, 8.15am, 8.30am and 8.45am. Only the 8.45am train shows up. Passengers totalling 4 shifts are crammed into one train. Inefficiency is usually blamed, but I think the reasons are deeper and uglier. Think about cost, sending one train out is cheaper than 4. CORRUPTION SIAL! And it’s people like me who suffer.

The monorails however are quite frequent, but it’s TOO SMALL! It can probably fit a hundred passengers at a time. But I think the whole city is dependant on the monorail. Try fitting the whole city in a monorail - tuna supreme I tell you. There was once I waited for 5 trains before I was able to get on cause it was packed to the brim.

Oh well, enough whinning about the system. I thank God there’s at least a way for me to get to work and gain the experiences I’m getting at ING. I’ll blog more about work in another post.

My daily dose of energy.. nescafe and roti telur