This is My House

My life has changed once again because now I’m one of those faceless, nameless working people who rush to work in the city. I’ve always thought we resemble ants.. abuzzing away to different burrows, with different tasks at hand.

I’ve learnt how to TRY to get to bed earlier so that I will be able to withstand the mind numbing 8 hours in a "workstation" and being cooped up indoors. I’ve learnt that I need to force myself to eat breakfast so that I won’t embarass myself with a grumbling tummy at 11.30am. I’ve learnt that I gotta sign in every morning, hence I have to be punctual for a change. As in REALLY punctual, not Malaysian time, which is give or take 30 mins.

I’ve found out pleasant little surprises along the way..like WHAT? they stock 5 different herbal teas and soy/skinny/regular milk in the fridge?! I’ve also found out that my collegues are a pretty cool lot. It reads something like out of a movie cast. You have your typical kwai Jewish girl who’s getting married, the lovely bubbly chubby lady, the nerdy Asians, the joker Indians and just for diversity’s sake- the giant Irishman. You’ll notice however the lack of hot guys, unless you count the Aussie bloke who kinda looks like Bruce Willis only because he is folliclely challenged..

I could say that this new direction in life is somewhat challenging and refreshing, but it doesn’t stop me from missing my friends and family back in KL. That’s the shitty thing about having options isn’t it? Everytime you leave you feel like you’ve left a part of yourself behind and then you come back to [insert country of residence] to an entirely different reality. Then you get used to the daily grind and the awful feeling goes away.. until the next time you go home. Eeish. Must play some poker to feel nostalgic now. 

Ultra blurry picture of poker set. I miss KIN MUN’S SET specifically haha