A B S U R D I T Y

It has been 3 months since I’m back again in advertising agency.  And I’m actually back to my former office, the company that I worked with for two years.  If it hadn’t a different position offered to me, I wouldn’t have been here.  Why?  Well, I had spent my two years here doing job that I didn’t like.  At all.  

The first seven months was in client service team where I handle an account of one of the company’s clients.  It was scary and overrated.  In a rude way; I was client’s slave and treated like one. I’m not saying there wasn’t a good time back then.  I was glad that I had a supportive team and very helpful.  I thanked to that.

After seven months working without passion and soul, I was offer a position in a different department, as a junior strategic planner.  It looked like it was a promising job, well.. only for the first 2 months.  The rest 9 months, my job changed (again) to a newspaper collector.  The challenge was gone and so was my soul.

Anyway, what I was telling you above is not the point why I’m writing this at the first place.  I guess what I’m trying to say is that, that two years in an advertising agency wasn’t bad, I had some troubles in the same office back then, but it wasn’t the end of the world.  Not until someone, recently, told me the analogy for client.  I’m sure everybody have heard someone said that client is like a king.  But I don’t know if anybody have heard someone said that client is a God.  Bite me!  All the sudden I felt like the world was going to end any minute.  I was told that protest was prohibited because the client is a God, and I should’ve done whatever they said and asked for instead.

I was speechless.  It was the most absurd thing I’ve ever learn about.  Very Devastating.
Alright, I don’t need to elaborate further more, because I know my God.

Do you?

Dear Boss,

Dear Boss,

You need not to seek my guilt, my sin, my error, my mistake.

It would make you desperate.

Dear Boss,

You need not to seek my shame, my disgrace, my fault, my ignorance.

We both know, there are none.

Dear Boss,

While you're busy seeking my sins,

God is telling the angel to list down yours.

Dear Boss, 

Please give up, because I'm fed up.

Dear Boss,

It's proven that I'm a sinner, here's my resignation letter.

Are you happy?!

New Year's Resolution

2010 resolutions: 

- to smile at everyone who I feel needs it. 

- use less tissue.

- eat less salt.

Let see if I can keep to it ;)

Blah #3

I maybe unwanted, 

But don't ignore me.

I maybe uninvited,

But don't walk away from me.

From your sight, I maybe vanished.

But don't leave me like a rubbish.

My love is pure,

And yours is blur.

Yet, I remain here,

Waiting for it to disappear.

Blah #2

Teriknya matahari,

Keringnya tenggorokan,

Tetesan peluhnya yang mengalir,

Angin yang bersemilir,

Bisikan-bisikan yang menggoda,

Hamparan pasir yang menerpa wajahnya,

Semua itu adalah hambatan,

Tapi tidak untuk dia.

Semua itu adalah tantangan,

Begitulah filosofi hidupnya.

Sesuatu yang dia cari,

Yang membuatnya terus berjalan,

Apapun yang terjadi, tak akan ia sesali,

Karena hidup adalah pilihan. 

Medically Speaking of Love

This is what I feel when the object of my affection walks by...

First, my heart falls into my stomach and splashes my innards.  Then, all the moisture makes me sweat profusely. When the brain burns out altogether, the mouth disengages and I babble like a cretin until he leaves.

Taken from Calvin and Hobbes comic strips..

It's an exciting feeling to be someone's secret admirer ;)

Blah #1

Sometimes, I want him to notice that my feeling towards him becomes stronger and stronger everyday.
Yet, at the same time I don't want him to know.

Sometimes, I want to make the first move in order to get to know him further.
Yet, at the same time I don't want to.

Sometimes, I'm tired of keeping this feeling inside and wish to have courage to spit it out straight to him, confidently.

So, what am I suppose to do?

Am I a coward?
Perhaps.

Am I just someone who has to wait for the right moment to arrives?  Wait for this feeling to disappear?  Wait til he finally notice?
Perhaps.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...