Borobudur in the sun

Prambanan in the morning

Many of the individual temples were destroyed by the 2008 earthquake

here you see a mass of rocks

Farewell to Jakarta

I find myself missing not home-Singapore, but home-the office and home-home.

It's funny and great the way people have an impact on your psyche and most of all your frontal lobe. I miss ambling over to Yong Weng's cubicle in search of food and one of his caustic remarks about some sorry soul who had the misfortune of crossing his path; I miss Terrence's part-melancholic part-dramatic complaints about the latest tabloid fodder; I miss hearing Yiling lambasting some lameass on the other end of the telephone and I miss morning treks to the canteen for sub-par breakfast with Davina. I also miss lunchtimes with Chua Beng and making fun of Alvin.

Then I miss home-home: getting Daniel after work, dinner, bedtime, and waking up again in the morning together, breakfast on weekends and squabbling over what to eat for lunch.

It's funny how it is the routine of some part of your everyday life that brings you the most emotional gratification, long after the rush of individual events have passed.

On Monday, I will miss breakfast in front of the TV with Mr Kang, going to the office at 8.30 with him and Snowy in tow, chatting with Peter, chatting with Jeremy, logging into damn Lotus Notes on my shitty laptop, chatting with I-In and Nur, asking Nishan for his ICA Pin number when I log into AES, chatting with Mr Kang in front of the TV after dinner when he is not out at the strip clubs, and playing with Snowy.

I'll miss Snowy the ratty furball!