The Gare du Midi railway station in Brussels stands deserted after Belgium’s public sector workers went on strike to protest a pension reform plan, halting rail traffic throughout the country.
Hi all! It’s almost end of 2011. It was so emotional for me seeing my posts before: my resolutions, excitements, and hope.
Things are diffrent now and me see things differently. Now I am graduated from my campus, bachelor of art in Business management, works in multinational executive search company, makes friends with strangers.
All I know is lot of things happened in 2011. A lot. A lot of stories behind. Up and Down. Happiness and Sadness.
2011 is complete.
Thanks.
I am blessed.
So long since the last time I updated my page. 2011 resolution: fill my tumblr intensively :D
Happy New Year Everybody! Grab your dreams higher, explore your passions deeper.
I shared most of my childhood moments with my cousin, Tude. He is a year younger than me and we were attending the same kindergarten. Behaviorally, we were like a couple with the wrong bodies because I was like a boy because although I was 5 year old I felt myself independent and Tude, in the opposite, was kind of like a girl, spoiled and dependent.
The best moment I shared with him was when nobody picked us up from school. The school usually ended at 10 am and we usually picked up by Tude’s father and stayed at his office until office hour was ended. But he didn’t come nor did my father who usually picked up us if Tude’s wasn’t available. Our teachers left us alone, we had no money, we had no food, and we were absolutely clueless.
The condition became worse when Tude began to cry. He was bored, hungry, tired, angry, afraid, panic and those all mixed up and unfortunately ended up with tears. I could understand his feeling because honestly I felt it the same way. But the big difference was, I faced it differently. So, I asked him what he wanted. He said that he wanted to go home badly. Then, I looked into his eyes and said,” Imagine when daddy come, and we’re not here! He will be worry. Imagine if we walk home but we get lost or may be kidnaped!” His older panic has turned into a brand new panic so he preferred to stop crying. I promised him that someone would take us home. Suddenly, he held my hand tight like I was his only hope. Fulfilled with satisfaction to myself, I asked him to play hide and seek with me, we explored the untouchable parts of our school until sunset. The story ended with nobody picked up us home though. Two high school students, which I classified as angels, drove us home because they saw the unusual condition of Tude’s and mine. We were waiting for more than eight hours but I could proudly pronounce it was worth it.
As a human, sometime we are arrogant. Waiting is time wasting, they said. But sometime waiting is worth it. If you’re a leader, it is not only one little boy who depends on you, it might be thousands. You took the responsibility. Sometime, you had to make decision that’s not always good, you suffered, your team members suffered, but you sure at the end, you’ll win. That’s why responsibility is expensive. Sometime you had to invest in something intangible, something you don’t see but you can feel the effects. Sometime you had to take high risks, and grab high returns. But don’t let yourself take the wrong step because of your ego! Sometime you had to wait, take a deep breath, and see. You will learn something. A lot more things! Maybe, the magnificent return didn’t come fast. Maybe, you had to wait for a “worth waiting” happy ending. 
My mind is crazy.
My mind is tricky.
My mind is dangerous.
My mind controls me.
My mind cheats me.
My mind manipulates me.
I Love My Mind.
Have you ever gone shopping with you best friends or one of them, looked for a special enough dress for the ball tomorrow night? Finally, found a very beautiful dress, you and your friends were very sure ‘bout that, it had a great laces, and absolutely would make your body seemed to be perfect!
But, you realized, there are something “not right” (not “wrong”, but just “not right”). Something inside you asked, “Is this me?” and the answer was,” No, It is Not Me.” In the end, you didn’t buy that dress, because you did know that dress didn’t reflect you, neither your personality. You were aware of he beauty of the dress, you also did know that nobody would ever complain about you wearing that dress, but you just felt uncomfortable about that dress.
The same termination is used in making decision about your life. When we are getting older, we have an ability of making decision. We know who we are, what we want, and what we (probably) need. Some people are in their niche, some people have been in a place that make everybody envies them, but however, they are just feel uncomfortable ‘bout that place, or position. Not because they’re greedy, wanting more and more, but they don’t really think that the place is the place where they meant to be, they just don’t belong to that place or position.
Every single man sees the world with many different perspectives, which is reflected by his/her decisions. Sometimes, perfection from outside not always gives you satisfaction. That’s why we are all unique, sometime some decisions are just irrational but not impossible.
So, make up your mine! The dress may be beautiful, but totally not yours. Don’t push yourself too far. In the end, you have to show the world who you really are. Happy shopping, and be mature.
