Cause and Victim of Selfishness

Getting out from the cubicle is just another way into the other cubicle. Lied my way through graduation, escaping from tons of work that professor might ordered as long as I was there. I told everybody in the laboratory that I was going back home, in fact, i was still around. I just need to get up from that confine, horrible seat where I have to concern about other's "eye signal" which means mood.
Got a part time job in a trading company. Plan to work only for a month. Still hesitating whether to stay or leave this country. Got another job offer in a bigger company, but I do not want to spend my lonely twenties in this country. If my boyfriend was sent back home, I would definitely send myself back home. It might sound cheesy but it is for the better. Okay, this part time job is related to searching domestic products that have potential to be exported. Also, of course finding the manufacturers at the lowest cost which involves the big country China. I am only interested in cosmetic products so far. Unfortunately, I failed to enter a cosmetic company; which was a shame for them, not me. Here, in this trading company I did some research about cosmetic ingredients in the first few days with the girl who haa also just started working there for not more than two weeks. She is a matured and nice person; the only girl in the office before I entered. Well, we did not talk much but I was sure that we would be close in the coming one month I work there. Today, I came to a shock when she told me that she would not come to work tomorrow because the boss kind of told her not to. Apparently, the cosmetic products trading was not a good idea for the current business in the company. Opps! That's why he asked me to do some other stuff today. Hm... I came to realize that in this world, nothing is fair. Everybody is selfish. Many seek you when you are useful, but ditch you when you are not. Come to think about it, I was really selfish too;lying my way out from the cubicle, leaving my junior working alone. Hm... Sorry. I am so sorry.
From now on, always be cautious, do not fall into the trap of selfishness. I do not want to be a part of that evil force.

Running out of luck

Running out of luck. Had a bad morning yesterday. The "Guy in charge" refused to give me the verification stamp for my graduation thesis. He told me to come next week, merely because of his insecurity of me not wanting to work after getting the verification. What he did not notice was that I will not stay. Next week?! Fine.
Running out of luck. Before graduating, seems like North Korea decided to start a war before my graduation. Please, get real! Grow up people! Stop fighting like small kids!

Coming to an end...

Girl's from an isolated cubicle,
leaving the cubicle,
soon...


to be continue...

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Overloaded jealousy,
claiming my love for you and yours for me.
Acting like a maniac,
tossing emotion from nowhere,
creating destructive scene,
flowing your good mood with my tears,
making sure there’s no fun without my existence.

Wrapped in jealousy and insecurity,
I’m miserable and unsociable,
I’m needy and greedy,
nobody can make me happy,
but you tried.

Blinded by my pessimistic emotions,
shouting and stomping in front of you,
losing rationality,
creating the biggest mess for you.

Invading your privacy,
like an alien invading earth,
perhaps I am abnormal,
perhaps I am pathetic,
perhaps I am just unable to be content.

And yet,
you called it a beautiful mess,
treasuring every single good about me,
tolerating every bad about me.

All I gave you was a thousand blank apologies,
for the beautiful mess I’ve made…
I wish to proceed, go forward with you.
I want to proceed, go forward with you.
I’m sorry for the beautiful mess I’ve made,
you are the only person who can understand me.

wonder

Seems like it's not easy to live in a world full of trouble and turn around to be a positive person. Many things are just unexpected. It might be the karma that haunt you from your pass lives, or the Bodhidharma that bless you from your pass lives. Perhaps we should just live with it, without trying to squeeze our brain to complicate every single situation.

I was just a little girl,
wondering how would it be like when i grew up.
Wandering under the rubber trees in my dream,
listening to the sound of nature,
so simple and calm.
I could hear footsteps,
proceed closer towards my direction.
Instantly I knew, the person was my grandfather,
who was not very close to me in real life.
However, in my dream, in my wonderland,
everything was possible.

I grew up,
became a working lady in the small and isolated cubicle.
I no longer own the power,
to create dreams and to wonder.
Sitting on the square and tough chair,
in front of a computer,
listening to the radio online,
so beautiful and yet so stressful.
I could hear footsteps,
proceed closer towards my direction.
Instantly i knew, that person was my boss,
who was never been really good to me,
in real life.
And I lost the charm,
to create the wonder.

New Era of Positivity

Yesterday I was talking to my brother on the phone, complaining about my work and stuff like that as usual. I forgot that the power of negativity that can possibly bring me down to a shit hole. Luckily, he reminded me.
He told me that we should learn to ask from the universe, things that we desire. Do not complain because that's why you get all the bad stuff. He is right. I was the one who taught him about this secret years ago. But presently, I am drowned in vain. I was. I am going to change my life once and for all now!

So, my strategy is to come here and write about things that i want everyday!Visualize, and receive.
There's one thing that i really want now,no lab tomorrow! no lab after 7pm. Let me go home early! I want them to realize that letting me go early makes me a more productive person! So let me go early:) Yeah!

This is day one of my positivity program. :)

Idiotblue

CLOCK IS TICKING

Clock has been good to me these days. It has been speeding up its pace. I feel like graduation day is drawing nearer each second, the queue to buy the ticket of freedom is not long. Just a few more months away.
Start listening to one of my favorite radio station when i was a teenager, hitz fm today. Reminds me to myself when i was sixteen, seventeen, eighteen; before i stepped out from my comfy home country into the materialistic world. Damn, it's already 7 years ago. The songs are all so new and yet i am so old.

Waiting for a better tomorrow:)

Girl from the isolated cubicle