Friday, November 27, 2009





Monday, November 23, 2009

Day 1

Today marks the first day I start at the new workplace.

I woke up nervous, in fact I was nervous since a couple of days ago. Thankfully I managed to get quite a good night sleep. Woke up earlier than I usually do on a workday because 1) I don't want to be late, especially not on the first day at the job 2) I have to walk for at least 10 minutes from the parking place to the new office 3) The working hour starts earlier.

Well, it's an odd feeling driving to work. I am basically driving the same route I have taken over the past few years. The journey's the same, but the destination has changed. I tried my best not to mesmerize the good old times too much. Of course, I won't forget the memories, but at the same time, I need to move on and look forward.

I like my new place. I have a nice cubicle with a nice view of the KL Tower. And you know what's peculiar? I was seated in between two of my former bosses. Funny.

The Bank has gone through so much changes and restructuring over the 7 1/2 years I had been gone. So, on my first day there, I spent the whole day 'studying'. So very the hardworking!!! :) But it's kinda boring sitting there alone, no more colleagues for me to kacau within 'talking' distance... now I had to get up and walked quite a distance to find someone to kacau. Problem is I have yet to find my 'victims', hehe.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

My Ambition

Remember those days in school when the homework of the day is to write an essay on your ambition? Remember what you wrote?

As for me, I never failed to write down my ambition to be a teacher. Yes, I can hear your groan and snicker. Or was that my own? Anyhow, that was what my mum asked me to write. I never wanted to be a teacher. Nope, the 5 day weeks and months of holidays in a year were tempting but no.

Deep inside, top on my list - I wanted to be a newscaster. Those days, I admire people like Mahadzir Lokman, Patrick Teoh and Wan Zaleha Radzi. Amazing that I could still remember their names after 20 odd years, when I have forgotten countless names, even of those I have just met in college. That goes to show how deeply etched were their influence in me. I guess I was just mesmerized by how well they could speak with just few glances at the paper. Amazing! Hey, I was in primary school - I didn't know then that there was a TV with rolling script right next to the camera, ok???

I was even thinking that it doesn't matter if I don't read the news on TV, I wouldn't have mind doing it on radio. I guess I simply love reading and had always loved to read aloud. Even to this day.

Next up, I wanted to be a lawyer. It seems so much like a glamorous job (& pays well). Of course, fate has it that my parents could not afford to send me to law school. No, that was just an excuse. fact is I am just not smart enough nor have that much hard disk space to contain those thicker than the Bible endless volumes of books. I guess I was lucky not ending up to be a lawyer, I don't think I would have survived in that tough arena.

So, I end up where I am now. Still searching at times on what I want to do, what I like to do, what I can do and what I end up doing. However, ambition is an important fuel to life, it gives us hope, it gives us something to dream about, it gives us something to look forward to... (and it gives us something to blog about when we have one week break from work!)

Stop dreaming, and you'll stop living.

Fare Thee Well

Dedicated to my fellow colleagues in PPBOP

15 May 2002 - The first day I stepped into PPBOP as an employee.
13 November 2009 - The last day I stepped out from PPBOP as an employee.

These 7 1/2 years had been truly memorable and meaningful... and probably miserable, at times too. In the initial years, I was quite sure that I'd be in this place for a long, long time; and it had never crossed my mind that 'long, long time' registered the full stop mark at 7 1/2 years.

The decision to leave had never been easy. I had deliberated for 6 months. Even after officially submitting my resignation and turning down the so-called counter offer, I still felt so overwhelmed with sadness. I was sad to leave, but happy to go. Still for most of the time, the sadness overshadowed the excitement undeniably.

Well, parting and leaving a job is all part of growing up, no? Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. The moment has come when I think it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come.

To my friends who had grown with me these years, I will surely remember you. People will always forget what we said, even what we did... but they will never forget how you make them feel. The last couple of weeks, you had made me feel extra special and blessed.

Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell. ~Jean Paul Richter

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. ~Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, Annie

Now that goodbye and farewell are inevitable, I just trust with all my heart, that we part so that we may meet again.

Keep in touch.

Monday, November 16, 2009