Sunday, November 18, 2012

What Her Past Stories Present

Once upon a time, in a beautiful Sunday afternoon in a wonder land, she has met a main character in her past story. It was apparently not surprising since she had been once thinking that it would happen, which it did. Although she didn’t expect that the beautiful moment turned to awkward disposition, she was absolutely fine yet a bit uneasy. At first she tried to be calm and controlled her spontaneous act. Yet, she couldn’t help denying the fact that the character was exist and visible. After all, she was glad she success in maintaining her cheerful appearance and blissful aura although her mother and brother noticed that she behaved a little clumsy and knotty.

She doubted that she supposed to greet the character. She was confidence to pretend that he was invisible, and she was still a beautiful happy girl on the room. It didn’t matter at all, until a moment when her father insisted her to pay a respect to an honorable lady which happened to be standing next to the character.  Then, she couldn’t withdraw her move; she greeted that person with a huge smile of her which she felt very fake. She gave her hand to greet him graciously, and out of the blue he refused gently, as if he was the most holy person on that building. Oh God, thank you, she smiled again and continued to have a pleasant conversation with the lady next to him. 

The moment in a wonder land above really reminisced memories of two characters who never had a parallel paths. Moreover, she was really grateful that love really found their ways. She was more relieved that a supportive and continuous companion posses a restless acceptance. She was very delighted to witness that there was additional and protagonist character who perfectly fit on a half soul that been searching for since a long time a go. She was thankful that it matched best without any force.

On another plot, she is wondering whether a far from where she stood last week another character-who experienced to be the main character on her another favorite stories-still stands firmly. There were undiscovered truths he has been trying to hide. He succeed some but he failed partly, especially to convince her that he is a righteous actor. Lies lay underneath his skin and he covered it smoothly with his eloquent and loquacious nature.  She couldn’t lie that they met and made up something like a chemical attraction between two opposite sexes. Some people said that it was irresistible feeling some thought that it was only expression of adoration; some might think that there is a temporary love sequel. She was the only one knew what is in her heart.

When the lines continued to pull, she was happy when things went well on his side. She only discovered recently that she has been too positive thinking. She was not surprised at all when she discovered the hidden truth. She just laughed hardly and started writing her notes. She could write easily and felt grateful that he was doing very well. Well, it is good for her also. Life continued to connect the dots that some time ago missing and remained unquestionable. She finally concluded that despite the un-friend precedent and owning multiple numbers there was a strong reason to justify, which is very valid and legitimate.

She was never this glad before, and started singing, "Oh my sleeping child, the world is so wild. But you have build your own paradise. That's one reason why I'll cover you sleeping child."  

Unfortunately, she is not a sleeping child. She is a lively young lady.

-The End-

Friday, November 16, 2012

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Welcome to Almost End Year

Suddenly it comes, November!
Yesterday, I was happy. I felt even happier since I was able to laugh harder and share many dully jokes with my good friends. A good companion is always relaxing and recharging. Although my friends and I are in the same stage of anxiousness and uncertainty, we felt relieved when we could rely on each other and made fun of ourselves.  It simply made my day. 

Working overtime became a new habit. I do not  complain. I am grateful since supportive people were there as well. Yesterday my colleagues and I discussed about office's Key Performance Indicator; identifying vision mission, job desk, SWOT, and etc. We finished the meeting agenda soon, and damn we have homework. We continued our flowing conversation and ended up talking many other things, from university management and policy, nostalgic moments, until personal interaction between staffs. I realized that time indeed was fleeting.  There had been many changes. It transformed dynamically and needs ultimate support from various aspects. What a big work! 

I am competing with my own-urge and guts to complete my 'to-do-list'. I am afraid that I am running out of time. I have set my personal target yet time-management needs to be improved.  But supporting system I need the most not on my side 100%. 

Monthly Wrap-Up
Productivity is not the same as busyness. I do not know where my daily activity belongs to. It seems that I have spent hours and hours at the office. The question is am I productive enough? I am also uncertain. I often spent many hours by doing assigned task for my boss or my boss's boss. What I want the most is to make a meaningful routines so that my days don't just pass by.

When I was home last week there were 'serious' talk regarding my future plan. My parents, especially my father advices me many things that I need to consider. One hand, it motivated me to make them proud due to my hard work. On the other hand, I am not absolutely agree with their idea. However, I respected them with all my heart so I will show my best and will see what God decision is.

Another thing is when number become so judgmental it becomes so sensitive. Let say it is age. It bothered me when surrounding started to stigmatize. Let be frank, it is about marriage. Hellow, we are living in the communal environment so just be calm and easy-going when people start to wonder and care about our personal matters. But yeah, I thank you very much since it grabbed my attention and success to make me concern.  

I remember I wrote:
March has gone with  its effortless vanity. April came already, spring rings eloquently.
May, you  may hug me....
And now, all of sudden it comes November. 
Please November makes me sober!:)