Passionately Workaholic

You know what? Men who are passionately workaholic are sexy. I repeat, they are SEXY.

But please take this note: only the passionate ones. I mean it's them who work based totally on their passion and choice. Not everyone else's choice or force. Not because their parents want them to have that job. Not because their friends have such job. They work because it's their passion and the reason they were born into this world.

Sounds overrated? Indeed it doesn't.

I say they are sexy because they are passionate. People who work passionately will give their best effort to get all the jobs done, and they do it with fun like playing games. Yup, like playing games because they don't think of the job as a job, but as something they were born to do. And people who are passionate like this usually master the majors. Not as an expert, and sometimes not even well-known, but they really know what to do there. When they work, they are drowning in their own worlds, and couldn't seem to get back to earth. So instead of being annoyed by this kind of attitude, we better leave them and respect them by giving them time when they work.

And the results of their work?

So far, they're amazing.

As I wrote above, they give the best effort to get things done. From best effort comes great result. And from the process, they always find new lessons to learn. They have lives worth living. Lives that not everyone else can have.

But, yes, not everyone can be as lucky as these passionately workaholic people. Most of the time people can't even realize their true passions or figure out their hidden talents. Most people don't even get the chances to live according to their passions because of everyone else's force at them to do something else. Meanwhile, if you think life is easier for the passionately workaholic people, you're wrong.

Life is harder for them. Why? Because they do things according to only their passion. They don't listen to people who oppose them, they believe they do the right things. They do things not in common, sometimes considered abnormal. And for people who don't understand, they can be seen as wasting time and wasting money. People can also judge them when their works don't give fix income, high salary, or in short: a lot of money. When they fail, people who don't understand and oppose them would judge like 'see? I told you, don't do such job, this is wasting time and you don't even get richer.'

Life is harder for them, but to see them never stop is amazing. That's adorable.

I am categorized as a lucky passionately workaholic person as well. I live my life all according to my passion, to my way. I don't listen to people who oppose, I believe this is the reason I  was born into this world. Instead of keeping them oppose, I try my best to proove to them that they are wrong, that I really am capable to work on this, that I am happy living this life. Oh and my major is law. I haven't mastered it for sure, there are so much things I still need to learn, but I'm very passionate on this.

I tend to adore head over heels those passionately workaholic men. I realize they are annoying when they are drowning in their works. And I realize they are kind of not qualified to be loved by girls in common, because of their 'drowning' attitude. But I adore them. Maybe because I know how to be in their shoes, and I know they will respect me when I work because they work like me too. 

I wonder what would happen if two passionately workaholic people were in love with each other.I think maybe they would really respect each other, because they know how to be in each others' shoes, as I mentioned above. But really, I wonder what. And...I kind of hope to find a passionately workaholic man. I realize life would be harder for us, but I guess this is the only way for us to be happy by living our lives the way we should be.

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Gratitude of Notes and Words

I once entered a contest named 30 Hari Menulis Surat Cinta, which was held during January 14th until February 14th. The best letter would get a song written from his/her letter by my composer friend, Endy. As I ever posted before, he composed a song from my poem. So, I thought, to get a second single, I must win that contest.

How?

I wrote an anonymous letter to Endy. Not a love letter, for sure, but more to a gratitude letter. I bet he knew it was from me even before I told him it was from me LOL...and in the letter I kinda promised to have a poem made for him. Oh and why I wrote to him was because to win a contest we must once directly strike right to the sponsor of the prize. 

Yeah, of course I didn't win. LOL. I saw too much great letters with beautiful words and contents, who did I think I was to win such contest?

But I still keep the promise to write a poem for him. When I was jobless, I promised myself to write that poem once I got a new job. Now that I got a new one, I finally finished writing the poem. It took 3 days, seriously it was kind of hard to write a poem from outline. I made outline because I knew there were some words and lines that I must put in the poem, so that I wrote them first before I forgot. 

And here is the poem, I titled it first as 'Notes and Words' but I believe Endy would criticize me because the title doesn't show the content, so I changed it to 'Gratitude'. Do you love it or hate it? Check it out!

I was staring out мγ window
All мγ inspiration just flow
Felt as if time walks like slow
The pen in мγ hands helped mƐ show

I wrote those verses like unstoppable
Hoping for a melody to make them stable
When yőυ showed up I knew yőυ're able
Wε'd make мγ dream turn to possible

Suddenly I lived in a different world
Right when yoυя notes married мγ words
A song was born to this universe
After yőυ blew a breath into мγ corpse
If I didn't thank yőυ I'd be the worst
This poem is one of мγ gratitudes

Now the music is played everywhere
People said they Ľovε what wε did there
How can I pretend not to care
While I know yoυя effort to share?

Just one step closer to a masterpiece
Yőυ did it the way I know it needs
Brought mƐ to a place I wish to reach
Because of yőυ мγ life's turned to this

Yőυ know mƐ more than I expected
Yőυ made things greater than I guessed
I look to the sky, yőυ're what I get
A sunshine behind the clouds I had

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When You Believe

What is your formula for success?

 

Working hard, never giving up, always believe that things will end up happily at the right moment. 

That was my answer when Formspring asked me. To tell you what really happens, I guess I need to explain the whole story.

I decided to quit my job several weeks ago. I already felt like I didn't find myself there anymore, I wasn't even motivated to come to the office everyday. My life was perfect, except my work life. I always dream to be a lawyer, but what I did in my previous job was like...wrong. So I did expect a resignation, and there I did.

But it never meant that I want to be jobless. As I ever wrote in one of my posts, I am embarassed of being jobless, not productive. I don't know everyone else, but to me my job is my pride. Even though I might not do it right, at least to have a job can keep my head up. Even though I still live with my parents and they still feed me, and I am not the one who's responsible of family financial, still I don't want to remain jobless. I want to be useful. I need to work.

So, right after my resignation I applied to a lot of vacancies. Yes, a lot of. It's supposed to be more than 100 offices. And since I applied like I would die tomorrow, I always had job calls everyday, either it's a law test, psychotest, or an interview. Two days after my resignation, I was accepted as a legal officer in a property company. Too bad, to get to the office costs enough high and they didn't give me higher salary than in my previous office. So I rejected it.

In a blazzing saturday, I had a test in a law firm. I passed the test, my name was the first appointed, then I had an interview. That was fun, really, the people impressed me. Too bad, I was over qualified for the job. I was accepted, but as a paralegal, and they paid me, again, lower than my salary in my previous office. I said yes at first, but then I changed my mind, because I realize fresh graduates deserve it more than me. 

You must be wondering why I concern so much about salary. Well, here is my explanation. I have monthly saving. Each month I have exact nominal to save in my bank account. Then I must pay reimbursement for transportation allowance to my mother, and I must pay my health insurance. If I were to be paid under 3 million IDR, all my salary would be spend only for saving, transportation allowance, and health insurance. I will not be able to have it for myself and for people I care about in their birthdays.

Then, in a cloudy Thursday I had a psychotest and law test in a law firm. Seriously the psychotest made me psycho, it was totally difficult and I believed I wouldn't pass. I kind of fell in love with the office location, but that test kept me down. Unexpectedly, they called me for an interview yesterday. The interview was in 98% English and one of the interviewer seems to be a Japanese. I tried being cheerful and smile during that depressing interview, especially when the managing partner talked about my D scores in transcript. I kind of adore how they manage their office, but still, that interview was depressing and I thought I wouldn't pass. Until I got a phone call when I was interviewed in a lawfirm this morning. Turn out, that phone call was from this office with its depressing tests and interview.

 

I was told that I was accepted and the HR wanted to talk about the nominal for my salary. It was supposed to be tomorrow morning but I asked to do it today, while I haven't been home. So, that was all. They pay me a little lower than my previous salary, but it fills my standard. We all agred about everything, and I will start to work next Monday.

 

I got a new job in not even a month after my resignation in an unexpected office.

 

It's kind of faster that I expected. Indeed, it's really fast because I should have been working again only within 2 days after my resignation. I think this feedback is what I deserve from applying like crazy to a lot of offices. Miracle does happen. It happens because I believe and I work for it.

 

Let's start my new life then! A happy ending is a brand new beginning!

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Falling

Oh hello there!

So, I haven't updated this blog for some days since something bad happened to me. Well, I kind of lost my grip. Lost my pride, something I could hold on to. But indeed I realize that this is what I always want to happen, since I have already lost myself since long ago. And if I stayed, I bet I would be more lost than that. So, I'm already okay with that.

While walking on a new journey to find myself again, I wrote a poem. It's titled 'Falling', about a condition happening to me now. I fall, but I stand up to find my light back.

Do you like it or hate it?

I fell hard into this solid ground
Broken, injured, all I have is wound
I feel like screaming with no sound
Hoping for a place for mƐ to be found

There ain't such a heaven in the sky
All that I believed was just a lie
With these wings how would I fly
When I spend every second with none but cry?

No, this is not mƐ that I should be
I always known I was born to be somebody
Now that I'm finally set as free
I'm ready to stand up for this world to see

The light I shined now shine back at mƐ
The Ľovε I spread now fulfills mƐ
No matter who I am, nobody leaves mƐ
Like I did to them, they strengthen mƐ

No need for mƐ to be so afraid somehow
I realize this is мγ real time to grow
I will shine мγ light again and glow
Someday, somewhere, no matter fast or slow

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13/11

Who, of you, thinks that 13 is bad-luck number? Raise your hands!

Instead of bad luck numbers, to me 13 is good number. No, doesn't mean it's a good-luck one to me, but I kind of like it beside 11 and 7. Yes I always love odd numbers.

Inspired from 13 and 11, not 7 and 11 because that would make a name of a famous convenience store, I tried to write a funny poem. I also tried to combine with one of my favorite restaurant lately, McDonald's, oh damn how I love the egg in their PaNas but trust me they don't pay me to do this, this is all my idea. 

so this is about two opposite friends who were match-made by their friends in McDonald's with a fake wedding. But since then it seemed that love grew between them, and one of them hoped that in the future they'd make the real wedding. the one who hoped is the subject of this poem, which title is Thirteen.

Love it? Hate it?

Yőυ got that glass of coke in yoυя hands
I got pieces of fried chicken in мγ hands
Wε were in McDonalds with some friends
For a dinner wε needed after some dance

They said wε deserve a sweet wedding
It didn't matter if wε don't have the ring
As long as wε got our fingers touching
It was a sign where the march should swing

Thirteen in the eleventh of two k eleven

Three months passed, I still feel the moment
I loved yőυ too much like a burden
But yőυ didn't Ľovε mƐ back even

Until then I didn't know what happened
Whenever I gave up, I unconsciously returned
For yőυ turn sweeter and obedient
As if yőυ are a proof of мγ existence

The fake ceremony wε laughed loudly at
Was like a fate of how wε're so attached
Yőυ're always the one that I'm looking at
The way I'm the one for yőυ to be heard

Yőυ're in yoυя world of colors and lines
That keeps yőυ in comfortable silence
Мγ world is about rules and interactions
That sticks mƐ into crowd and heavy speech

That's how wε're made for each other
And that's the reason wε are together
Wε'll repeat the thirteen this or next year
When God shows the path for us to cross over

Oh my, this could make a romantic comedy story too.

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