1,298 ccs under the hood. That's double what I used to drive around in.
Its a fan-fucking-tastic ride. I was initially worried it might've been a little rough or unstable, but I guess after driving the Kancil for years on end and having only sound as my tachometer, I'm really satisfied. It revs really well, gear changes still need a bit more practice on my part to get smoother, and lowering it an inch or so should deal with the sways I get during cornering. And frankly, aside from rims, I probably won't modify the car externally since I didn't buy this car for looks (although it DOES look good); its not what you drive, its how you drive. Although if you're driving a 660cc Kancil that has timing belt issues, there is a limit to how you can drive lah, of course. This car evens out the playing field a lot, although being more mature now, I do realise that this car has its limits too.
What can I say? I'm freaking happy with the new ride. Even if it eats away at more than 1/6th of my salary every month. Even if the petrol and toll costs are a pain in the ass to deal with. Even if I have to pay road tax, car maintenance costs and other silly expenses I never had to bother about before.
Its my very first own car, wholly self-financed - although the downpayment was, of course, provided for by Mom in the form of the Kancil. Thanks Mom!
Monday, 21 December 2009
Friday, 18 December 2009
Connect.
MSN. Facebook. Twitter.
And everywhere you go, you see people on their phones, talking away or tapping furiously on the keypad.
The internet was supposed to make life better, for us to be connected, no matter the distance. And indeed, the world has become a much smaller place; a text message reaches my friend on the other side of the globe in mere seconds. Telecommunications is a booming industry, and while the developed markets have mostly been saturated, there is much to tap in the up-and-coming markets (read: Third World Countries).
Yet somehow, this doesn't feel right. I'm sitting here, on MSN and Facebook, and of course just plugging in Youtube junk into my grey matter... I feel connected to the rest of the world.
But I know that when I turn off this computer and head for bed, that feeling will hit me again.
The feeling that you're the only soul in the entire universe, that there is no one else out there, that you're all alone, desperately, painfully alone to face this frightening experience. Its not about friends. Its not about love. Its about feeling out of place in the universe, that nothing seems right, nothing seems real. Go watch the movie "Numb" and you'll see what I mean. Depersonalisation Disorder - DPD. Have had to live with it for a pretty damn long time now, and for a while, I thought I managed to shoo it from my life. But I guess these things never really leave you.
Actually, even when connected to the internet, even with Facebook and MSN, I still feel alone. I know I'm not, I know I am surrounded by people who really care about me, but somehow it doesn't feel right. I really feel as if I don't belong.
I sometimes used to wonder if maybe, just maybe, I really don't belong. Here on Earth. Hence my interest in Astronomy. I'd use to gaze up at the heavens in the dead of night, looking up at the stars and galaxies out there, and just wondering... Is this really where I belong? What's out there?
I had a dream once, the most beautiful dream, when I was still nurturing my interest in magic. Back then I had a strong urge to find out about self-levitation effects, but whenever I found out the secret, I'd be deeply disappointed and dejected. It was as if I was hoping, praying that somewhere, somehow, magical flight was indeed possible. In my dream, I could just take a running start, and soar into the sky... Up and up, until I reached the edge of the Universe. And I just looked down, overwhelmed by the unexplainable beauty of the scene that night.
And that is my goal in performing magic; I hope to eventually be so damn good at it, that every performance I give will make people give up their apprehensions and beliefs on reality, for but a moment. And really see the true beauty of the Universe, covered by the facade of material, physical reality.
I know I probably sound like a tripping-balls kind of emo-hippie in this post; I'm tired as a result of a full but awesome kickass day, and I don't know how to end it. Maybe its because I didn't want it to end. Maybe its just my inner alcoholic kicking in again, but I don't feel like sleeping.
Fuck it. Off I go anyway.
And everywhere you go, you see people on their phones, talking away or tapping furiously on the keypad.
The internet was supposed to make life better, for us to be connected, no matter the distance. And indeed, the world has become a much smaller place; a text message reaches my friend on the other side of the globe in mere seconds. Telecommunications is a booming industry, and while the developed markets have mostly been saturated, there is much to tap in the up-and-coming markets (read: Third World Countries).
Yet somehow, this doesn't feel right. I'm sitting here, on MSN and Facebook, and of course just plugging in Youtube junk into my grey matter... I feel connected to the rest of the world.
But I know that when I turn off this computer and head for bed, that feeling will hit me again.
The feeling that you're the only soul in the entire universe, that there is no one else out there, that you're all alone, desperately, painfully alone to face this frightening experience. Its not about friends. Its not about love. Its about feeling out of place in the universe, that nothing seems right, nothing seems real. Go watch the movie "Numb" and you'll see what I mean. Depersonalisation Disorder - DPD. Have had to live with it for a pretty damn long time now, and for a while, I thought I managed to shoo it from my life. But I guess these things never really leave you.
Actually, even when connected to the internet, even with Facebook and MSN, I still feel alone. I know I'm not, I know I am surrounded by people who really care about me, but somehow it doesn't feel right. I really feel as if I don't belong.
I sometimes used to wonder if maybe, just maybe, I really don't belong. Here on Earth. Hence my interest in Astronomy. I'd use to gaze up at the heavens in the dead of night, looking up at the stars and galaxies out there, and just wondering... Is this really where I belong? What's out there?
I had a dream once, the most beautiful dream, when I was still nurturing my interest in magic. Back then I had a strong urge to find out about self-levitation effects, but whenever I found out the secret, I'd be deeply disappointed and dejected. It was as if I was hoping, praying that somewhere, somehow, magical flight was indeed possible. In my dream, I could just take a running start, and soar into the sky... Up and up, until I reached the edge of the Universe. And I just looked down, overwhelmed by the unexplainable beauty of the scene that night.
And that is my goal in performing magic; I hope to eventually be so damn good at it, that every performance I give will make people give up their apprehensions and beliefs on reality, for but a moment. And really see the true beauty of the Universe, covered by the facade of material, physical reality.
I know I probably sound like a tripping-balls kind of emo-hippie in this post; I'm tired as a result of a full but awesome kickass day, and I don't know how to end it. Maybe its because I didn't want it to end. Maybe its just my inner alcoholic kicking in again, but I don't feel like sleeping.
Fuck it. Off I go anyway.
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
New notebook.
I got the new CIMB Year Planner/Notebook today. Wanted green (the colour of CIMB Islamic), but my colleague said the blue (colour of CIMB Group/Investment Bank) looked better (with a bigass frown on her face, as if to say, "Why green!?!?"), so now I have a blue book for 2010. The design is awesome - it just reeks of pwnage. With this book, I am ready to face the new year and its challenges.
Had the Eco-Challenge on Saturday, which was one hell of a ride. I really enjoyed the jungle trekking, which involved sliding down steep muddy inclines, accidentally grabbing on to thorny plants for support, almost getting my face torn off by the same thorny plants, wading through a waist-deep swamp, and plunging my hand into rotting wood in a desperate attempt to grip something. Of course, there were a lot more interesting experiences, but these were the ones that left an impression. The only thing I couldn't really take was all the uphill running (more like walking, actually), which was a real killer. Even though we only finished maybe 65% of the entire course (ran out of time), its really quite enough for me. I might take up jungle trekking as a hobby after this... If I can get my lazy ass to budge off the seat.
The new magic device I obtained is kickass, but that damn thing needs practice. Its really not as easy as I thought it would be (the toy's smaller than a 10sen coin), but the effort is going to be one worth it. I could even start a religion! Speaking of magic stuff, I need to save up... About 250 bucks for the next toy I'm getting. If I could do the encashment thingie (some company policy where you're allowed to convert your leave to cash) on my 3 days of leave entitlement for this year, I could instantly pick that baby up. But noooo, company policy requires me to use up at least 50% of my annual leave entitlement, not cash it out. So I'm stuck with having to save up for it the slow way. Next year I'm going to cash the shit out of my 50% of annual leave and get me some real heavy stuff.
Work is going fine, being given a wee bit more responsibility now (either that or its my ego doing that thing again), so I think everything's going swell. I think I've grown quite a lot in these 2 months, and maybe its just my ego, but I think (think only lah) I managed to contribute somewhat to the team... At the very least I managed to create the Excel template which did help increase the accuracy of deducing the fair value of a portfolio of loans (before this, it would've been done via sampling and extrapolation). So I guess that is my biggest achievement in this department so far. But I am planning on another pet project, which at the moment is not turning out so good... Hope I can get it done in time before the end of my rotation (and the start of the classroom training).
That's about all that's been going on in my life that I dare to write about. There're still a couple cans of worms somewhere on the shelf, but I'm not going to open them and show their contents for all and sundry to view just yet.
Had the Eco-Challenge on Saturday, which was one hell of a ride. I really enjoyed the jungle trekking, which involved sliding down steep muddy inclines, accidentally grabbing on to thorny plants for support, almost getting my face torn off by the same thorny plants, wading through a waist-deep swamp, and plunging my hand into rotting wood in a desperate attempt to grip something. Of course, there were a lot more interesting experiences, but these were the ones that left an impression. The only thing I couldn't really take was all the uphill running (more like walking, actually), which was a real killer. Even though we only finished maybe 65% of the entire course (ran out of time), its really quite enough for me. I might take up jungle trekking as a hobby after this... If I can get my lazy ass to budge off the seat.
The new magic device I obtained is kickass, but that damn thing needs practice. Its really not as easy as I thought it would be (the toy's smaller than a 10sen coin), but the effort is going to be one worth it. I could even start a religion! Speaking of magic stuff, I need to save up... About 250 bucks for the next toy I'm getting. If I could do the encashment thingie (some company policy where you're allowed to convert your leave to cash) on my 3 days of leave entitlement for this year, I could instantly pick that baby up. But noooo, company policy requires me to use up at least 50% of my annual leave entitlement, not cash it out. So I'm stuck with having to save up for it the slow way. Next year I'm going to cash the shit out of my 50% of annual leave and get me some real heavy stuff.
Work is going fine, being given a wee bit more responsibility now (either that or its my ego doing that thing again), so I think everything's going swell. I think I've grown quite a lot in these 2 months, and maybe its just my ego, but I think (think only lah) I managed to contribute somewhat to the team... At the very least I managed to create the Excel template which did help increase the accuracy of deducing the fair value of a portfolio of loans (before this, it would've been done via sampling and extrapolation). So I guess that is my biggest achievement in this department so far. But I am planning on another pet project, which at the moment is not turning out so good... Hope I can get it done in time before the end of my rotation (and the start of the classroom training).
That's about all that's been going on in my life that I dare to write about. There're still a couple cans of worms somewhere on the shelf, but I'm not going to open them and show their contents for all and sundry to view just yet.
Friday, 4 December 2009
Its Zombie Time!
Gonna go zombie killing tomorrow - with some friends in Left 4 Dead 2. Its gonna be so fucking awesome, I swear I'll love it to death, or I'll falcon punch myself in the balls.
Got my payslip last week, which was awesome... Although they deducted RM100 from my salary since I started on the 2nd (1st of November was a Sunday)... But its still all good, considering I get paid more than a hundred bucks a day for just sitting in the office. Which is what makes me inclined to put in more effort and give them their money's worth, since I have always believed in fair exchanges - sort of lah. But a little extra work never hurt anybody, according to Henry Kravis. And anyway, the department is rather busy around this time due to the many project deadlines they have in place; a crapload of them are going in over the weekend (actually, almost every weekend) to clear up some more work. So, in a way, they're all really, really nice people, and I feel kinda bad for just putting around the office day in day out. Make no mistake, I do contribute and help out, but still, I really wish that I could do more to ease their burdens.
So its decided then. Next week and before I leave Group Finance, I shall attempt to create templates/spreadsheets for future goodwill impairment purposes, and clean up that staff loan cash flow NPV shit. It really looks like shit now, as far as I can tell. But first I need to double check the EIR Interest Income variance figures, and contact the consumer banking HR department regarding some fucked up staff loans which don't bloody make sense - and we've been trying to figure out this shit for 2 weeks now, talk about time consuming. We think we got one thing settled, and it turns out its a completely different complication. We figure it out again. Turns out that was wrong too. But I say, its a good thing I've been kept reasonably busy all this while; always a damn wonderful thing to feel useful and not like a piece of shit.
Aside from work, things have been just dandy and fawesome in every aspect of my life. Two days in a row I got seats on the KTM in the mornings (Gasp!) - a veritable miracle if you ask me. It almost seems as if the Universe is trying to make up for all the misery I experienced in England. I sincerely appreciate it, and would appreciate it more if our team could make the top 5 (Okay, fine, top 10) for next week's Eco-Challenge... That'd be just so full of win.
Looking forward to the surprises and pleasant serendipities for next week; its been a fantastic week, except for Tuesday lah, but that turned out great in the end also after a rotten start. Whew.
Its been raining pretty much everyday, which is always a good (sort of) thing for me, since I can't really stand the heat after all.
Awesome.
Got my payslip last week, which was awesome... Although they deducted RM100 from my salary since I started on the 2nd (1st of November was a Sunday)... But its still all good, considering I get paid more than a hundred bucks a day for just sitting in the office. Which is what makes me inclined to put in more effort and give them their money's worth, since I have always believed in fair exchanges - sort of lah. But a little extra work never hurt anybody, according to Henry Kravis. And anyway, the department is rather busy around this time due to the many project deadlines they have in place; a crapload of them are going in over the weekend (actually, almost every weekend) to clear up some more work. So, in a way, they're all really, really nice people, and I feel kinda bad for just putting around the office day in day out. Make no mistake, I do contribute and help out, but still, I really wish that I could do more to ease their burdens.
So its decided then. Next week and before I leave Group Finance, I shall attempt to create templates/spreadsheets for future goodwill impairment purposes, and clean up that staff loan cash flow NPV shit. It really looks like shit now, as far as I can tell. But first I need to double check the EIR Interest Income variance figures, and contact the consumer banking HR department regarding some fucked up staff loans which don't bloody make sense - and we've been trying to figure out this shit for 2 weeks now, talk about time consuming. We think we got one thing settled, and it turns out its a completely different complication. We figure it out again. Turns out that was wrong too. But I say, its a good thing I've been kept reasonably busy all this while; always a damn wonderful thing to feel useful and not like a piece of shit.
Aside from work, things have been just dandy and fawesome in every aspect of my life. Two days in a row I got seats on the KTM in the mornings (Gasp!) - a veritable miracle if you ask me. It almost seems as if the Universe is trying to make up for all the misery I experienced in England. I sincerely appreciate it, and would appreciate it more if our team could make the top 5 (Okay, fine, top 10) for next week's Eco-Challenge... That'd be just so full of win.
Looking forward to the surprises and pleasant serendipities for next week; its been a fantastic week, except for Tuesday lah, but that turned out great in the end also after a rotten start. Whew.
Its been raining pretty much everyday, which is always a good (sort of) thing for me, since I can't really stand the heat after all.
Awesome.
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
Yawn
Hit with insomnia again the past 2 nights. And the lack of sleep is taking its toll on me. Its been a fantastic week so far, everything's been going great and things just seem to fall into place somehow. I used to get insomnia due to financial worries and other stress-related issues, but getting insomnia due to the excitement of facing the next day is... New. I've never felt more positive and pumped up in my life.
Met lots of other management trainees this week... Unfortunately I don't mix well in larger groups. Hopefully I'll be able to change my paradigms before the classroom training starts, or I'll be pretty fucked. Either way, I've hated classrooms all my life; let's just hope the air conditioner works well, and the seats comfy.
One thing about mixing with the management trainees is that, it doesn't feel like a working, professional relationship - it feels like high school. Which is weird to me, since I typically hung out with a different demographic group in my schooling days.
Still, I'm looking forward to the future; Cross Markets Trading, here I come!
Met lots of other management trainees this week... Unfortunately I don't mix well in larger groups. Hopefully I'll be able to change my paradigms before the classroom training starts, or I'll be pretty fucked. Either way, I've hated classrooms all my life; let's just hope the air conditioner works well, and the seats comfy.
One thing about mixing with the management trainees is that, it doesn't feel like a working, professional relationship - it feels like high school. Which is weird to me, since I typically hung out with a different demographic group in my schooling days.
Still, I'm looking forward to the future; Cross Markets Trading, here I come!
Saturday, 28 November 2009
The long weekend
Whew, it has been a while since I plugged my brain in to spew my innermost thoughts on a public website for all and sundry to view.
But so far, I'm into my first month of work (and first public holiday, first fire drill - try walking down 29 floors and cook in the KL sun after that) and I must say, work has been unquestioningly awesome. I'm getting paid to have fun! Although I may be saying this way too soon, but I really can see myself doing this for the next 40 years... And I haven't even gotten into the Trading side of the business!
Work aside, life has been good. Bumped into some ex-high school classmates at a friend's birthday party last night, which is always good; I love meeting old friends. When I first got there, there was a big table of about 12-14 ppl, about 4 of whom I knew from high school. I assumed that the whole table was for the birthday girl's high school friends, and shortly dragged a chair over to sit, talking and laughing away with those 3 people I knew around me.
Then, one guy leaned over and whispered, "You're sitting at the wrong table dude."
There used to be a fair amount of animosity between the Science and Arts/Commerce students back then. I used to be a vagrant drifter between groups of people.
I quipped, "Eh, come on lah, just coz I used to be a Science student doesn't mean I can't mix with you guys (who studied Commerce and Arts) ma, right?"
"No, no, this table is actually meant for her primary school friends lah!"
Which made things pretty, eugh, awkward? Lucky thing I knew about 30-40% of the people on that table, so things weren't as bad as they could've been.
I'm really starting to fall in love with the 1.6 engine under the hood of my dad's Persona. While I always used to think a skilled driver could always make up for a crappy engine or car, now I appreciate the kind of difference a car can make. I feel... I feel as if I cheated on my Kancil - which would mean that'd be like cheating on an A-cup girl with a B-cup girl or something (Persona only B-cup, Honda Civic would be C-cup, Type R or Integra would be... E-cup. But then again I'm not a big fan of big boobies; for the record, I find oversized chest burdens repulsive and disgusting). I am a bad man for cheating on my BEK 3479. Although the Kancil's ass has always been sexier than the Persona's oversized booty which makes reversing a literal pain in the arse.
Its always much easier to block things out and pretend they're not a part of your life, when they have always been, and always will be. I was thinking of writing it down, but I figured doing so would make me... too vulnerable. Visited her on Friday (public holiday), she seemed... quite happy, to be honest. But is she really happy? I have lost my patience on more than one occasion in the past, and the guilt kills me. I wonder what a day in her life, from her perspective, would be like. I always have. I always imagine it to be something like having 20 beers (my threshold) and a toke of grass, where nothing in the world matters anymore, yet they matter more than anything else because you don't know why, where you can't remember anything from a moment ago, yet all the ghosts from your past return to haunt you.
Isn't there anything I could do?
But so far, I'm into my first month of work (and first public holiday, first fire drill - try walking down 29 floors and cook in the KL sun after that) and I must say, work has been unquestioningly awesome. I'm getting paid to have fun! Although I may be saying this way too soon, but I really can see myself doing this for the next 40 years... And I haven't even gotten into the Trading side of the business!
Work aside, life has been good. Bumped into some ex-high school classmates at a friend's birthday party last night, which is always good; I love meeting old friends. When I first got there, there was a big table of about 12-14 ppl, about 4 of whom I knew from high school. I assumed that the whole table was for the birthday girl's high school friends, and shortly dragged a chair over to sit, talking and laughing away with those 3 people I knew around me.
Then, one guy leaned over and whispered, "You're sitting at the wrong table dude."
There used to be a fair amount of animosity between the Science and Arts/Commerce students back then. I used to be a vagrant drifter between groups of people.
I quipped, "Eh, come on lah, just coz I used to be a Science student doesn't mean I can't mix with you guys (who studied Commerce and Arts) ma, right?"
"No, no, this table is actually meant for her primary school friends lah!"
Which made things pretty, eugh, awkward? Lucky thing I knew about 30-40% of the people on that table, so things weren't as bad as they could've been.
I'm really starting to fall in love with the 1.6 engine under the hood of my dad's Persona. While I always used to think a skilled driver could always make up for a crappy engine or car, now I appreciate the kind of difference a car can make. I feel... I feel as if I cheated on my Kancil - which would mean that'd be like cheating on an A-cup girl with a B-cup girl or something (Persona only B-cup, Honda Civic would be C-cup, Type R or Integra would be... E-cup. But then again I'm not a big fan of big boobies; for the record, I find oversized chest burdens repulsive and disgusting). I am a bad man for cheating on my BEK 3479. Although the Kancil's ass has always been sexier than the Persona's oversized booty which makes reversing a literal pain in the arse.
Its always much easier to block things out and pretend they're not a part of your life, when they have always been, and always will be. I was thinking of writing it down, but I figured doing so would make me... too vulnerable. Visited her on Friday (public holiday), she seemed... quite happy, to be honest. But is she really happy? I have lost my patience on more than one occasion in the past, and the guilt kills me. I wonder what a day in her life, from her perspective, would be like. I always have. I always imagine it to be something like having 20 beers (my threshold) and a toke of grass, where nothing in the world matters anymore, yet they matter more than anything else because you don't know why, where you can't remember anything from a moment ago, yet all the ghosts from your past return to haunt you.
Isn't there anything I could do?
Friday, 13 November 2009
Jazz
Work has been a blast! The only thing that irks me would probably be the daily commute, but as far as I'm concerned right now, that's a small price to pay for what I get to do. And shitloads of people take the KTM to work everyday anyway, so who am I to complain?
First two weeks so far have mainly consisted of analysing past P&L statements and forecasting cash flows for different SBUs (Strategic Business Units; its a management dialect that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever). Other tasks have included helping out with updating figures on outdated Excel spreadsheets, tedious grunt work etc. Just today I was assigned to perform some cash flow forecast analysis for a few companies CIMB has investments in. But in general, I've been pretty relaxed this fortnight, since there's only so much I can do (the shared network directories are a bloody nightmare to navigate) I guess.
Colleagues and fellow management trainees have been really, really helpful and friendly so far; I thought I would go in and get shit for messing up or would have to go through a period of proving myself before being accepted. But nope, I called up a Director of Risk Management the other day, twice, to ask about some details for an Islamic home finance product. And he was really, really helpful and patient. I guess CIMB really does have an excellent company culture. My boss, busy as she is, sat me down on my 2nd day and patiently explained the function of the entire department.
On the minus side for now, my emotional deprivation for meaningful relationships has taken a nosedive. Colleagues are really nice, but I know I'm only gonna be in this department for less than 2 more months, and they've seen management trainees come and go like condoms. And I realise the rest of my life, for now, is going to be a routine of wake up, go to work, come back, plop on bed, rinse and repeat. At least I enjoy working with numbers and financial statements. But still, the thought of doing this for the next 40 years is rather daunting.
Pining for some romance right now, which is always hard on the heart and soul. Work-wise, everything feels perfect and cushy; its exactly as I envisioned it (except for the public transport part): walking into a cool-ass building, tapping the card on the security thingy to go in, having to "pop" my ears in the elevator by the time it reaches my floor, an awesome workspace with a super comfy chair, plus a kick-ass pantry and unlimited coffee. Also, throw in a perfect view of KL (well, maybe more of the Menara Maybank side). And toilets fit for hotel en-suite rooms.
It's bloody PERFECT. Except for the fact that on a Friday night, after a quick mamak session with some friends, I'm alone here, in my room, listening to jazz and hugging a pillow.
First two weeks so far have mainly consisted of analysing past P&L statements and forecasting cash flows for different SBUs (Strategic Business Units; its a management dialect that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever). Other tasks have included helping out with updating figures on outdated Excel spreadsheets, tedious grunt work etc. Just today I was assigned to perform some cash flow forecast analysis for a few companies CIMB has investments in. But in general, I've been pretty relaxed this fortnight, since there's only so much I can do (the shared network directories are a bloody nightmare to navigate) I guess.
Colleagues and fellow management trainees have been really, really helpful and friendly so far; I thought I would go in and get shit for messing up or would have to go through a period of proving myself before being accepted. But nope, I called up a Director of Risk Management the other day, twice, to ask about some details for an Islamic home finance product. And he was really, really helpful and patient. I guess CIMB really does have an excellent company culture. My boss, busy as she is, sat me down on my 2nd day and patiently explained the function of the entire department.
On the minus side for now, my emotional deprivation for meaningful relationships has taken a nosedive. Colleagues are really nice, but I know I'm only gonna be in this department for less than 2 more months, and they've seen management trainees come and go like condoms. And I realise the rest of my life, for now, is going to be a routine of wake up, go to work, come back, plop on bed, rinse and repeat. At least I enjoy working with numbers and financial statements. But still, the thought of doing this for the next 40 years is rather daunting.
Pining for some romance right now, which is always hard on the heart and soul. Work-wise, everything feels perfect and cushy; its exactly as I envisioned it (except for the public transport part): walking into a cool-ass building, tapping the card on the security thingy to go in, having to "pop" my ears in the elevator by the time it reaches my floor, an awesome workspace with a super comfy chair, plus a kick-ass pantry and unlimited coffee. Also, throw in a perfect view of KL (well, maybe more of the Menara Maybank side). And toilets fit for hotel en-suite rooms.
It's bloody PERFECT. Except for the fact that on a Friday night, after a quick mamak session with some friends, I'm alone here, in my room, listening to jazz and hugging a pillow.
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