6/20/11

A B*tch Like Me

If there were a job that I am 100% qualified to fill, it must have been a b*tch.

Why?

Well, it's obvious. I'm so b*tchy, maybe even b*tchier than any b*tches in this world.


First of all, I'm a hater. Yeah, a hater. Hater who is gonna hate. If you might be one of my Twitter followers, you will see my harsh tweet, full of hate.

I hate the government of this country, its bureaucracy, its complicated procedures, its broken system, and its corrupt people. I hate the leaders of this country who are so slow in reacting whenever an issue about public welfare, health, safety, etc. comes up. I hate the president of this country who only thinks about his image, who is so lame, so chicken, and so crybaby. He's a total drag queen. King. Whatever.

I hate music in this country. I hate singers, and those who mention themselves as musicians, who don't have talent and will, but still recording lame songs and sell them in market, and give people no choices, make people must love it because it's the only choice. I hate their lame crybaby music, I hate their broken lyrics that destroy the face of art, because there is no more beauty there.

I hate media in this country. I hate those female magazines because they always push fat women, yet stand on skinny women's side as if fatties don't deserve to live. I hate those religious magazines that spread hate to other religions. I hate newspapers because of their absurd and one-sided news. I hate TV's, the most, for its useless programs that don't give education, for its sh*tty sinetron and reality shows, and of course those damn stupid infotainment.

Second, I don't love and trust anyone. I just make friends with people I like and liking me, and try to act nice to them so that they'll be nice to me. I try to be a good dependable person, but I don't expect anything from anyone. If they like me, they'll stay. If they don't, they may leave.

Third, I am not religious. I have one, but it's just to worship God. Religion, to me, is a way to worship God and a guidebook to treat God's creatures. I don't dress the way my religion asks. I rarely read my holy book because I've finished reading it for about 3-5 times. I do prayers, as early as I could, but I am okay with doing it kinda late. I don't hear people who said 'doing prayers in the last minutes wouldn't be accepted by God' because they are damn not God! I like people who have different religions with mine, and to team up with them is fun. I even sometimes wanna join their feasts just because they look fun, just because I can meet so many people and having fun with them.

Forth, I am cynical. Yeah, I guess I was born this way. My close friend in high school told her best friend before me like this: 'look at how she speaks, then don't wonder if I speak cynically to you'. I don't mind with that. That friend of mine doesn't mind too. Almost everyone never been troubled with that. This is me. How I speak is something attached to me, it's a trademark. That was why when one of my ex said he hated my cynical speak and asked me to change it, I yelled a lot in Twitter after we broke up. Wow, yeah, that's so b*tch of me.

Fifth, I love power. I'm dreaming of an authority. I want to be a leader. I want to own a TV station, I want to lead PSSI, I want to be a president of this country, and being other leaders I might haven't think about yet. Guys are afraid of me because of this, that is why no matter how pretty I am, most men always end up as my friends, not more. They can't seem to handle me. I don't care, I don't need being handled, I can take care of myself. And I think I just haven't met a man who can handle me. Yeah, that outstanding man who was made for a b*tch. LOL.

Sixth, I don't easily smile to people.

Seventh, I am moody, which is getting worse in PMS period.

Eighth, I am rebellious, even to my parents. They wanted me to go to science class (IPA) in high school, I went to social class (IPS). They wanted me to be a doctor or designer, I wanted to be a lawyer. They put me in design school, I went to law school. They want me to apply job as public employee (PNS), I applied in private companies and law firms. But in the end I'm still their b*tchy little girl, so they could only support this stubborn me. Thanks, parents, for understanding this b*tch so well. LOL.

Well, is that all? I have no idea. Maybe some friends of mine can add more, I know they know better than me about this b*tchy me. All I know is I'm officially a b*tch and I'm not ashamed to say it. I rather say I'm a b*tch instead of a saint, because saying that I'm a saint gives a heavy burden and social responsibility that I might not be able to handle. If I claimed myself as a saint, I must do all the good things properly in the straight way, and once I turned aside, I would not forgive myself and people in this world would despise and judge me as if they're the real saints.

So, I don't wanna burden myself, not even other people.

I'm a b*tch, and I'm okay with that.


6/13/11

I Know Everything

I know everything about me. I always do.

I knew what I wanted to be when I grow up. Although it has changed and changed, but what I become when I grow up is something I always knew.

I know what I want to do after I get this dream job. I will take bar exam, and do practice, and I'll be crowned as a lawyer. This was changed for a while, but I always knew I never let this go, and eventually I never did let go.

I know what I want to do after I become a registered lawyer, or maybe before it. I want to take master degree in Japan. Yet I don't know whether I'll make it or not, but I know I want it.

I know what I want to do some years after I get my master degree and/or lawyer title. I want to establish a TV station which only will air qualified and educative programs. Yet I don't know whether I'll make it or not, but I know I want it so much.

I know what I want to do after my TV station reaching success. I want to participate in local soccer events and organizations to get experience to be the chairwoman of PSSI. Yet I don't know whether I'll make it or not, but I know I care about local soccer and I want to be PSSI chairwoman so much.

I know what I want to do after finishing my job as PSSI chairwoman. I want to participate in president election. Yet I don't know whether I'll make it or not, but I know I will work hard to be someone who deserves that position, and that I want it so much.

Wait. If the last three of my dreams wouldn't come true, I also have known what to do. I will build my lawyer career, build my own law firm, partnering with awesome lawyers, to help people who are troubled with law. This one I have always known since long ago, and I still want it so much.

I always know. I always know everything about myself. What I love, what I want, what I need. I always know. Pitifully, there is one important thing I never know. Not even after I got so many good and bad experiences about this, I still don't know.

I don't know what kind of man I need. I don't know what kind of man that suits me.

Such a simple thing, a lot simpler than my future plans, but I don't know, and I never ever did know, anything about it.

Do I need a geek? Or more suitable with a playboy? Will I be matched with a quiet person, or a fussy one? Would he be so beautiful but dumb, or so brilliant but ugly? Is he a caring or a cool person? Is he so into music and loves to sing like me, or someone who can even play music instrument, or even don't give a damn about it? Would he be skinny or fat? Taller or shorter than me? Is he a family man or someone who is very independent? Does he love animal, or hate it, or don't really give a damn about it? Is he someone from the same major with me, or from a very different major? Does he care about this country and love to discuss it, or don't give a damn and choose to talk nothing about it? Will he be protective to me or he would set me free? Would he support all my future plans or would stand on my way there? Is he religious or not? Does he hate differences or love it? Is he romantic or humorous or calm?

I don't know. I never knew, and I still don't know.

I seem to have dated and fallen in love with all those kind of men I mentioned above, and none of them are still in a loving relationship with me.

So, what kind of man I need?

I don't know.