Last week, a friend asked me to make a list of the man in my dream. In his opinion, I should think about partner up with someone in my late 20-ish. Arrgh how necessary it is? And he said “You have to stick on your list and don’t play around anymore”. Hey! I don’t play around. I’m not easily connected with people, so when I have that CLICK, that’s when the sparks begin. Whoever that person is. But, it is not easy, even somehow that person has already taken. Sad.
So, during coffee session, we made a wish list of my future partner. Even, in my heart I cast a spell that this person do exist in real life.
He listens. I always talk about things to mom, but, i think I need more. I need someone that I could talk about every single nightmare that I have, every little hopes and dreams that I’ve never achieved, every stupid moments which makes me feel so small. He has that tight warm hugs. I love tight hug, so tight that I couldn’t breathe and possibility of dying in arms :D Yah, I need hug, everyday.
He is strong. He is someone who could help me open pickles jar or medicine bottle. He is neat. Someone who could pack well win me. Hm, I’m a messy girl honestly. So when I see someone who are neat, uff, it’s like love at first sight. I know it sounds lame, but that’s me. Continue reading
September it is now. I promised my friend to send essays to him for review. Yeh, I failed everything this year. I thought I’ve almost there, but shit happened (as always) either family or relationship. Boo hoo!
I supposed to be in Scotland this September, I didn’t make it. I didn’t even apply the UK visa that should be happening last month. Did I regret it? Well well.. like everyone says, family comes first. Nay, I didn’t regret anything, but if I could, I wish that everything went well as planned as I always wanted. Continue reading
Counting the hours before jumping into the plane writing this blog. Contemplating silly things a colleague told me about professionalism.
Today will be my day off until the first week of September. One day before departure, there came a disaster email where we should work our ass off. Well, not for me since it’s actually a piece of cake and someone has just blew a grenade on it. So it looks bombastic! I told a colleague, apologizing that I would not be able to join discussion tomorrow because I had some days off. Then his reply was “You are very professional!!!”
I didn’t get that. Well, I admit that maybe my intellectual level is somehow below him, but then I started to think the other way around. What is professionalism?
While I was browsing movie trailer, I found a soundtrack from Suicide Squad, titled “I Started A Joke” covered by Becky Hanson. Well, the song is beautiful in a sad way if you know what I mean. This song is so sad that one night I could reflect what I’ve been going through in life. Where, I was nobody, that I was a clown that could be bullied, that didn’t belong to any social level because of racism.
I need to build up confidence level that I am good in anyway, that I am beautiful and nobody has the right to say the other way to me or to anyone because they are different. Well, I didn’t feel that way anymore. Instead, I feel awesome. So awesome that I still have a heart not to make a counter joke based on colors, religions, body type, background and so on. I could get angry right away to friends or anyone who point out any jokes for racism. Do you think it’s funny?
there are people all over the world who are just like you.
They are lonely.
They are missing somebody.
They are in love with someone they probably shouldn’t be in love with.
They have secrets you wouldn’t believe.
They wish and they dream and they hope,
and they look out the window whenever they’re in the car
or on a bus or a train
and they watch the people on the streets and wonder
what they’ve been through.
They wonder if there are people out there like them.
They’re like you, and you could tell them everything and they would understand.
And right now, they’re sitting here reading these words, and I’m writing this for you so you don’t feel alone anymore.”
Last Sunday I woke up in shock, sad news that one of our colleagues passed away
I should not do this, but for the past few days I keep thinking about my ex. I know, new love is the best remedy and I should not even think or care how his life now. I should really delete him anyway from my head. I thought I’ve moved on. Well, I apparently not. I met new people, but his shadow is somewhat messing around me. Ugh! I had to admint, he was the greatest bastard that ever came to my life.