I hate change.

I hated new haircuts until recently.  In school, I hated changing classes whenever we had Moral.

If I really like it, I can order the same food over and over again. Like when I go to Kim Gary I only order black pepper rice with pork or Nissin noodles with fried egg and luncheon meat wtf.

I hate KLIA because it represents separation – and change.

And when I went to Melbourne this time, I was torn because I didn’t want to leave Dentsu just yet, or miss outings with Eng & CJ & the rest.

But when it was time for me to come home, I was so sad because I didn’t want to give up spending time with Nemo and Grace and Wen Loong and Hui Wen and everyone else.

Now I am faced with the most painful change of all and I can’t even get angry at anyone because I chose this path myself.