Boss

Who likes their boss?

Really.

It is a very common thing to feel, almost... natural, even, to dislike your boss.

Dislike: because hate is a very strong word.

Bosses are the people who give you a lot of things to do, annoy you on your weekends, seemingly giving you too much to chew, congratulate you when you do something right for the company, and definitely ones who--supposedly--know better than you. And in that sense, you dislike them, but at the same moment, you feel certain type of respect for them. 

Couple of months ago I saw one of my teacher from high school, posted a status. I don't remember clearly what she wrote, but I got the message. The point of that status is that kids these days are very pessimistic and lazy. Not wanting to work, they use every possible excuses and means to get what they want. And she was talking more than cheating on tests in this case. For example, when a student doesn't like their school, they can simply ask their parents to move them to a better school--well, according to the student that is. Well, not the proper example of my teacher's but something of sorts.

This generation (am I included?) has become more and more MANJA.

It is an adjective in Indonesian, meaning spoiled, cry baby, et cetera. 

And this got me wondering.

Am I too, MANJA?

I complained a lot, and I mean A LOT, about my boss to my friends. And though I actually like my work environment and the work itself is actually kinda okay, I keep wondering should I quit JUST because I don't like my boss?

When I read what I wrote in the last sentence above, I thought "Well yes, what a crybaby."

But then again, I got my own story, I got my own excuses, and CARPE DIEM! 

Do I want to live everyday under the comments and order of some people who doesn't at least appreciate me decently? From the people that thought they are a learning material, and if I don't comply to them is like I'm not wanting to learn?

Is this life's so long that I feel that it is okay to live unhappy for now? The truth is, we don't know about the future. Heck, we can't even tell what we're having for later's dinner or for tomorrow's breakfast. So I guess there's no end, no conclusion to this matter.

So is this job worth living for? Is this the boss I don't mind working for if tomorrow's my last day? Is this the kind of boss I should look up to?

To Live

Hi! Gosh it has been quite some time since I last wrote! It has been more than a year. How time flew.. I haven't been writing anywhere actually. And frankly, right now I'm writing just for the sake of writing :p I don't know the hell am I going to write. LOL.

Anyway, I'm working now. I'm officially a designer now, and I have been working in this current company since last September.

I remember when I used to write about amazing things. I mean, I THINK they were amazing. But I don't know what other would think. Now, I feel myself drifting. I don't read that much anymore, I don't dream as much, I'm becoming more realistic. And though I am absolutely in love with the concept of being a writer, live on a remote island where nobody--but close friends and family--would find me. So around couple of months ago, I cried at my office. I talked to my HRD manager, who happens to be someone I found friendship with, and I cried while telling her I feel lost. I don't know where I am going and I think I want to write. Like Carrie Bradshaw. I want to hear my own voice inside my head, narrating my writing, which eventually will be read by thousands, millions, of New Yorker.

Then I found out I got my period.

Oh, that figures.

We might find ourselves questioning life sometimes. Questioning whether we're doing what we are meant for, wondering what is the point of this life. We constantly question what would we do, and what would be the consequences of it. We question so many. Even in general, we have 5W and 1H:

What

is the point of this life? 

Who

is that other half I'm told I'm suppose to have? 

When

will I die? 

Where

do I belong to? 

Why

am I even here? 

How

do I live?

Those may not be the questions in your head, but I bet they once have crossed your mind. A friend asked me the ultimate question a few days ago, "What is this life for?"

Well I told him I don't know. And frankly, nobody lives long enough to learn what is this life for. I suppose biologically speaking, you live to die. But what would you do in the between? Would you simply lay on your back and wait for Death to take you, or will you do other fun stuff whilst waiting? 

Then you ask, so what's the point of living when you know you're gonna die anyway?

And that my friend, is the question to this answer: TO LIVE.

Have we been living this whole time?

Selfish

These few months, I found myself telling deep condolences to at least three friend of mine.

They had lost their parent, whether it's their mom or dad.

The causes vary, illness is the most common..

Just an hour ago I was taking a shower when mom told me that she got a news about a priest's wife who got hit by a bus and deceased. I said to my mom how sorry I felt for the priest.

I always thought that the ones that got left behind are the most pitiful :(

Then, after the shower, I sat on the couch and do my routine of hair-drying in front of the fan, and I got the news from my friend that the priest's name is a name that is sooo familiar.

No wonder. That name is my friend's dad's name.

So I told mom and I cried a bit..

I cried. I felt very very sorry for my friend.

He had lost his mom, and so sudden too!

He must've been worried sick the night before (right after the accident, the police couldn't IDed her) and only to find that his mom is gone the next morning..

I cried and I held my mom.

But I feel very selfish that I was thinking about my own mom.

I begged God not to take her before I'm ready to be without her--which is never!!

I'm so sorry :(

A Love Letter

Oui, c'est presque le jour de Saint Valentin :)

But no, still no boyfriend. LOL.
So, I've never been in love, like real, real love.
I had a crush every now and then, but only one who'd actually gone out on a date (-or somewhat) with me.
It happened in the past, and I'm not here to talk about it ;)
Anyway, even though I told you that I've never been in love, but I guess I am right now.

I'm in love with the concept of being in love. Get it?
This feeling actually just developed earlier this year. On the past Valentines I'd been bitter, I'd been hopeful, but I'd never fallen in love with being-in-love. This makes me want to feel it, but seeing it is already a joy. 
I love seeing how couples grow old together and still be romantic after all those years.
I love seeing young couples walking together hand-in-hand, or kissing, or doing something together, a new start, a new life together ahead of them.
I found it very romantic when someone is proposing to their love, no matter how! Just that phrase "Will you marry me?" says it all <3
I even found adorableness in gay couples that I don't normally do :D 
(P.S. No offence, I'm not homophobic, I'm just not used to see them around me. Cheers!)
But seeing Blaine and Kurt, Brittany and Santana in Glee, seeing Nolan and Patrick in Revenge, it brings something else to the table--MY table. Love, any kind of it, is sooo adorable! And when they don't seem like it, they are either beautiful or painfully beautiful--bittersweet, if i may add.

Beautiful is love between a mother and a child, how they are automatically turned on and there's no switch to turn it off. Beautiful is love between a father and a child, how they are tough but sweet.

Painful is love when someone loses their one true love forever. Bittersweet is love when two people that are in so deeply in love just aren't meant to be. 

Either way, love is beautiful.
It is adorable in so many different ways.

I haven't been in love myself, but I'm already in love with being-in-love.
I hope that I won't fall out of this one, ever :)

Stay loving people !
Cheers

Whatever

Is it one of the signs of growing up; people starting to forget your birthday and even you yourself having a hard time admitting that it gets to you?

I want to say that I am always a little mellow every December, not just because it's my birthday, the end of MY year, but also the end of everyone's year. This year though, feels more different than the years before.. I am actually about to finish my university years.. Next year will be my last battle in University life ! How bizzare is that? It felt as if it was just yesterday that I first stepped on that university to do a filtering test, and now I'm at my last semesters.. Damn, where did the time fly?

And about that birthday..
I know, it should be just those ones that matter. But as much as I hate to admit it, it does get to me.
I hate those people, those so called friends, that didn't remember my birthday. 
And I even hate the ones that I don't recall ever calling them 'a friend', that actually remembered to say happy birthday. I know this is weird and seemingly childish, but maybe I am not ready to grow up yet. Maybe I'm still just a kid.

And I don't know if it's a population of those people or maybe just one or two of them in particular that I'm angry at. But I really can't show them that I'm angry, they wouldn't know why and that would make me angrier. What a cycle.

I too don't know why I'm writing this post.
I guess I just...
Whatever.

Essayer?

Avant, jamais..
Jamais je pense qu'apprendre la langue française.
Mais en le dernièr mai, il y a un an depuis la première fois j'apprends le français :)
Alors, je pense d'écrire ce blog en français, juste pour l'essayer ;)

Evidemment, je n'écoute pas bien..
Je trouve qu'il est très compliqué pour capter les conversation quand la personne parle trop vite..
Est malheureusement, je n'ai pas le temps pour memorizer les vocabulaires..
Hmm j'aime écrire qu'écoute.. Comme cela, comme maintenant.
Je n'utilise pas le dictionnaire ou Google Translate, alors je suis désolée pour les faux :p

Ben..
Je voudrais aller à Campus France pour consulter le possibilité d'étudier en France.
Quelque jours avant, j'ai trouvé un bon université à Lyon: L'université Lumière Lyon 2.
Il a le programme de Master 2 Communication et Stratégie de Marque.. Est depuis ma class avec Monsieur Muchyar, je pense beaucoup de 'Branding' ou stratégie de marque.. alors je trouve ce programme interessant. Mais je n'ai pas le temps. J'espère que je peux le visiter bientôt, avant la fin de vacations..

Hmm, c'est tout pour maintenant :)
J'écris bientôt, au revoir !

Fine ;)

So I was sitting in my French class and the class was about to finish.

Monsieur Eka, mon prof, was about to distribute the attendance book to sign, when my eyes accidentally stumbled upon the cover of my new notebook.

"Life isn't about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself."

And it hit me!

Yes, we are making our own life. The way we were born, the way we were raised, the way people treat us, the things that life gave or didn't give to us.. They shouldn't define who we are! We can still be whoever we want to be! Heck, we ARE who we WANT to be!

Have you ever thought about this?

When things get rough, when things force you to be angry, when life hands you a lemon, what do you do? How will you react? When temptations get in the way, will you surrender? When a chance pass by, will you go for it?

Well let me tell you this,

IT IS YOU.

It is you who responsible for your life.

After all, life is a choice. There's always a choice! And guess who took that choice? YES, it's you :)

Don't worry about the future, just live the way you live your life.. Occasionally, when faced by a tricky situation, ask yourself, "What would ______ do?"

*fill in the blanks with your name

I believe, as Andy Grammer said in his song, "You'll turn out fine!"

:D

Cheers~!