Hi, blog. How are you without me? Hope you are not getting upset of me. I’m kinda act so busy sometimes. Hehe.
Well I just checked the notification and got that 19 days ago was my WordPress-anniversary. That makes me remember, I created this account when I was in college. My seat was in the last row and there was just a few people in computer lab. At that time, I thought this blog will be used for all my poetries, songs I loved, and some stories of mine. But finally, this blog was just like…a room that never been used. Okay maybe I wrote some potries and stories, but not in daily. Too many reasons to say “I’m lazy to write this”, “I don’t have time to post that”, and so on.
Getting upset of myself sometimes. When I was little, I do really want to be a writer. I dreamed to be a novelist. But until this second, there’s no story I’ve ever written.
Here I am. A young lady, work as a marketer in a garment company. From 8.30 am to 8.30 pm, I’m just a zombie. And I’m back as a normal when lunch time and when I’m home. Why? Because this job is really really give me so much pressure. Well, it sounds exaggerating. But it doesn’t mean I don’t like my job. I like it, I enjoy it. But I cannot love it.
Two years already. I’ve worked there for 2 years already. And I have enough salary. But again, doesn’t mean that I don’t like my job, I just cannot love it.
Just like what I’m saying above, when I was little, I dreamed to be a novelist. And not only that, I also wanted to be an astronaut, a singer, an engineer, and sometimes I wanted to be a teacher as well.
I was 17 and I tried to be …..a marketer. Haha. I was a accessories seller when I was in high-school. I got so many costumers. And by my own money, I could buy some books by myself, I could hang-out with my friends without asking some money from my parents, I could buy a gift when my bestfriend had a birthday party. I was proud of myself at the moment.
And I also had ever become a vocalist of my class-band. There was a school anniv. party and each class must have a band to join the competition. Believe it or not, my band got 2nd place and I become the best vocalist.
But every happiness, might always have a sad-side.
There was an “accident” in my family. I got so stress and seemed like I didn’t have any spirit to go to school. I cried every night, confused of what I should do, worried of everything that might be happened sooner or later. (I will not tell you here about the problem. Hehe. It is a privacy :P ). I didn’t go to my band first outdoor-performance in a cafe. And I even escape from home and tried to go somewhere I didn’t know. Then my bestfriend, Kimmi, found me walking alone. She yelled, and asked me to be calm. Well finally she brought me home again.
That was really the hardest thing I’ve been through.
Later, when everything seemed back to normal, my family and I moved here. To the rain-city.
I studied in a school of garment for 1 year and after that I got a job in a company I’ve been working until today.
There was a lot of story from my first day of working unti today, of course. I have a super-duper-fussy senior. She called me on 5 o’clock in the morning, and oftenly called me in a night before I sleep just for told me there was an email from our partner. Oh my God.
Feels like I will quickly resigned after 2 years contract has been finished. But what I did until today? I’m still surviving and enjoying my oftenly “morning-call”.
Well that’s life, a journey of every lessons. You’ll get the meaning of happiness, sadness, proud, selfish, jealous, win, everything. And there’s no people who can describe it. You, yourself who has the meaning of it. Everybody has their own thought. And so are you.
Good night! Have a nice weekend :-)