Mama: pah, keluar yuk beli buah.
Papa: lah itu ada pisang kok.
Mama: emang papa beli pisang.
Papa: itu di meja ada pisang goreng.
Mama: …. Kan itu udah di goreng pah, udah berminyak.
Papa: tapi kan dalemnya pisang.
Mama: …… with shifa – Read on Path.
Just several miles outside Jakarta. I saw this ricefield from my train’ window. I have posted similar pictures everytime i travel back to Jogja. But i’ve never bored with this, especially after seeing tall building every single day… also, recently i want to have a photo of me in the middle the rice field, like many foreign tourists do. Hopefully next December in Bali, *fingercrossed*
Morning swim. Too lazy to prepare breakfast, so i just went straight to the pool in my apartment and swam. Then i got tired after only 30 minutes -_-“
The main reason i start to exercise again is so i can fit in my gown, which i will wear 2 weeks from now for a wedding.
I know its stupid to start losing weight at this point, but with some prayers, who knows with shifa – View on Path.
So now that i am jobless, i’ve been applying jobs after jobs. Applying is rather easy. It’s the next thing that hard, the interviews.
I had acouple of interviews since i left my previous office. And it went terrible… ＿|￣|○
I forget how to sell myself. For the past two years, i was surrounded by smart and briliant people in the office with so many great achievements that made me so… small. Not to mention my new friends outside the office are overseas graduate or work for top knotch mnc companies. I was, perhaps am, a nobody in comparison to any of them, just a graduate from a university in Yogyakarta. So to be honest, i was not, or couldn’t feel, any confidence walking into my interviews
So not cool people!! Confidence is an important factor to get a job and i hate myself for not being able to have more confidence.
One of the example was when the panel asked me about my achievements, and i was stoned. I felt like i have never achieved anything. Thirty minutes after the interview finished, i remembered that i worked and studied super hard to earn my two bachelor degrees while writing essays to get my exchange scholarship.
And when they asked me how i managed to study at two majors at the same time, i forgot how i paid so much attention to my schedules at the beginning of every semester, just to make sure that i didn’t have two classes at the same time. I forgot how i ran from one class to another just to make sure i signed the attendance lists, and then catch up the lesson later at night.
Instead of answering that, i went blank…
I guessed that led to my other mistake: i focused on the wrong practices of interview. Unlike two years ago, this time I aim to work on NGOs instead of corporate companies. And prior to the interviews i practiced to answer some questions I faced during my corporate interviews.
You know, questions like:
-why do you quit your last job?
-why do you wanna work in an NGO?
-this NGO focuses on environment, how will you do this job with no background on that field?
And none of those questions were asked during my interviews.
Apparently they asked different kinds questions from those in corporates, though few questions were similar.
IMO, these NGO workers focus more on my personality, my story, instead of how I can benefit to the company. They really read my resume all to the tiny details and asked me to share my experiences at that time.
It’s funny how I couldn’t handle a relax interviews better than i dealt with formal interviews.
So proud of @medysofyan for having his story published in this book. To say that one of my best friends is a writer is uber awesome. Congrats friend… i believe you’ll soon publish your own book. Keep the spirit.
As for me, i was lucky enough to accidentally met him during the book’s launch in the Plaza Senayan. Thus, free book for me!!!!
So it’s been around 2 months since i last worked. It’s sad to say that i’m getting used to it.
What I did first after being jobless was going on a quick vacation with Popo.
Then I temporarily moved back to Yogyakarta because Popo had to go to Kalimantan for few months.
Then, I am enjoying Jogja to the fullest. I met up with my old friends, is still trying Jogja’s new cafes and restaurants.
My friend asked to work on some translation project, so sometimes I work at home or coffee shops. It’s kinda fun…
As the project is not that hard, I have a lot of spare times, which I use for sleeping, eating, and wandering around Jogja.
One day I just slept throughout the whole day.
Other days I turned into couch potato with snacks next to me and 20 episodes of Korean drama The Heirs. The drama was quite good, I just don’t understand how the girl manages to make Lee Min Ho crazy about her without doing anything.
I guess my family is worried as I haven’t gotten any interviews, but deep down, i kinda enjoy this.
Just got my nails done today and it was uglyyyy…
My nails were stamped. And I initially wanted the paint ones as they were more authentic and, you know, look more beautiful than stamping nails or fake nails.
But the lady at the nail art booth was confusing and the missunderstanding ended up with my ugly nails.
She should’ve just said “we use stamping nails for this” instead of “we use different ink for this design.”
Well part of it was my fault, I should’ve been more specific with what i want.
So I went to a fashion show event last night. It was the first time in my life to go on such event, considering that I am not a socialite, not that fashionable and not a princess.
How did I get the invitation as a nobody? Well, my designer mba Alma invited my mom and I to the event and she was one of 21 designers that joined the fashion show.
My comment, the fashion show was great, the big ballroom, the food, in general I had a lot of fun.
But after around dozen designers showed off their collections, I got bored and left after I watched mba Alma’s collection.
Besides the fashions show, I was very curious with the audience. I read Cosmopolitan and many fashion blogs, so I expected fashionable crowds and at the same time I was worried with my own outfit. (FYI, I wore a batik dress from Bringharjo market and my ankle boots).
It turned out that the crowds were not as fashionable as I thought. Well some people did dressed up, but many others wore simple batik dresses like my mom and I. I guess the ones that dressed up were either designers or Yogyakarta’s socialites.
Well it’s Jogja, so it’s obvious that the fashions show was somewhat a little humble, at least for me.
Other things that glimpsed my eyes were some people in casual attire of jeans and shirts with backpacks. Yup, they were the media.
Back when I was a reporter, every time I attended such glamorous events with formal dress code, I always looked for other reporters who usually wore casual clothes like I was. I guess it become a habit to automatically spot reporters on the field.
Not only that, I also felt the urged to pay huge attention to the show and the speeches, as a preparation to write, which was totally unnecessary because I was there as an audience.
It was not helping, when a friend of mine text me asking if I was there to cover the fashions show…
It was just getting more and more sad.
I hate to admit it, but I do miss being a reporter.
After I became unemployed last week, I was looking for some time to be alone, without TV or comic books or even Popo. Just me, listening to music and probably writing my random thoughts.
And I finally have that time here at the airport, waiting for the plane for about 2 more hours.
Not what I’ve planned though. First I thought of enjoying my alone time at my apartment, after Popo went to work. But the TV or the comics got my attention, plus all the houseworks that I had to do.
Another perfect time was when I was on my way to Puncak, highlands near Jakarta. We passed this spot called Puncak Pass, where I could enjoy the view cities and hills from the top.
I knew it would be super awesome if I could go there and enjoy the view alone while thinking what I need to do next. Sadly we were too exhausted and ended up sleeping.
Usually every time I face troubles or difficulties, I always call my close friends or families to talk about it. Next I will listen to music out loud and reading comic books just to get my mind out of it.
Not this time. This time I just want to sit down and do nothing. Maybe I need some kind of meditation. Its funny how I used to despise meditation because I don’t see the point of doing it. And now I feel somewhat more relax after sitting and doing nothing for only 20 minutes.
After one year and three months, I’m now officially jobless.
My feeling was mixed up, still is actually, about this.
I guess I’ve always known that I don’t belong in the office, so I kinda got the vibe that this thing would come. Even so, I’m still sad that I couldn’t stay longer in that place.
It’s just that place had been my dream since I was in college. So to realize that I stopped working there after only a year was so hard.
It’s like I like this particular dress and dream about wearing it, but after saving up an buying it, the dress doesn’t fit. Even after I try to squeeze in so hard that it hurts, the dress still doesn’t fit. So I have to let it go.
And it’s killing me because I really really want to wear that dress.
But, despite how cliche this my sound, I believe Allah prepares better job and adventure for me.
I said goodbye to my friends, editors, and mentors last week. It was sad but I was pretty happy because they seemed to enjoy my presence in the past year. Too bad I couldn’t find the editor in chief in my last day of working.
Anywho, last year was amazing and unforgettable. The experiences, the lessons, even the nagging changed me into a new (and I hope) and better person.
As for the responses, my parents and Popo were happy that I didn’t have to come home at night again. Sipa is still being her with no comment in general. My girlfriends were as mixed up as I was. The good thing is that all of them support me to get through this.
It’s been raining in days here in Jakarta. Floods hit the city repeatedly, sun rarely comes out.
I actually like rain. It’s gloomy and the air is much cooler.
Just had one tiny problem.
I can’t dry my clothes…
So, it’s Saturday, and I can’t enjoy my one-day holiday because I have to stay home and watch my laundry in case it’s raining.
Udah hampir balik, malah baru update soal berangkat. Hehehehe…. Nasib mamak 2 anak tanpa ART ya gini deh, sok sibuk. But here I am, nulis ...
