between good and bad

My internship's done.

Seriously, I never expected to feel sad when I'm done with it. No more meeting my train people. No more arriving at the office when it was still eerily quiet. No more listening to the office boy's tuneless singing when he cleaned up the desks. No more listening to the witty banters between my colleagues. No more media monitoring rush like there's no tomorrow. No more summary reviews where Mr. America and UN Madame hover over Ms. British, waiting to be yelled at (internal joke). No more Starbucks sessions in the afternoon, skipping works. No more lounging in the meeting room and gossip about others.
We had a farewell dinner at the skydining place; it was good.
But still :(

Well. There is the advantage of waking up late into the noon.
But I get bored really easily =S

Hey on another, happier, note, I got the part-time job at the bookstore :D So yay! And tomorrow, if anything goes smooth, I'm gonna have dinner with the girls. So it's all just getting better. Amin.
All I've been doing for the past two days is eat. My mom loves it when the house is full, so she just keeps cooking and cooking like you wouldn't believe. Tsk.
I've been missing things. Hmmm. And people.
It's been such a long time since I met my high school friends. >:(
I'm in the mood to pour out something, but I don't know what it is. Can you tell? My writing style has been distant and kind of forced, hasn't it?
I've been missing things.

in the mood to write

This is my last Thursday at B-M.
:(

Anyways.....
What a rainy morning today! I was riding the train as usual and luckily I brought my umbrella. But stiiilll I ruined my shoes because by the time I got on my office's lobby, water filled my shoes and literally they make a squish, squish sound when I walked hahaha I felt like a huge loser. I wanted to laugh but restrained myself, to prevent other people from thinking that I'm completely losing it.
It was still a good day, though :D
We had a staff meeting and the company's Asia Pacific CEO was doing a rare dropping-by in Jakarta this week, hence the staff dinner at Kembang Goela last night and today's staff lunch at the office.
I, of course, took a picture with him.
See, this is my problem. Always have been and always will be: getting too sentimental over stuff. You may call it dramatic, which I hereby claim that I am. I get too attached with my workplace, darn it. How to unattach myself from things like that -does anyone have any idea? Because I don't :( Not at the slighest. I got too attached to my high school class, college years..argh!

Well it's time for me to go home; will write later tomorrow.
I'm planning to hold a farewell dinner tomorrow , let's hope I won't shed any tears necause that would be downright embarassing; yes, even for me.

Cloudy day

This is my last Wednesday in the office.
How the heck could four months have flown by so fast? I thought it was just yesterday that I learned how to get acquainted with my Outlook account. Jeez.
So, today I had an interview with a local bookstore for a part-time job starting June. To be honest, I am not certain about the results. It was all very sudden, haha,I got the call last night and had to come to Kemang this morning. Shoot.
Wish me luck :)

By the way, I really hate those crappy disguised companies in FB offering jobs. One of my friends fell into the trap. The company's name is Wipowell or something; they pretend that they're looking for PR, interns accepted, but it turns out they're some stock-trading company or some equally useless sort. It really makes me angry. And a few days ago, I opened my Facebook to see this:

D'Magnifique Keysersouze
Dinda,,,R u interested to be a Public Relation(PR)? …Fulltime…Part time…Freelance…or Magang(internship) utk yg msh kuliah…Gud income lho n great experiences lho,,,,,,,,:o)


What a buttwipe.
This was my reply:

Hai,

Of course I'm interested to be a PR. Just not in your company.

Regards,
Dinda.

I hope they got the message. I really hate companies like that, seriously. How stupid do they think I am? Looking for PR, or some sales/marketing slave that gets commission whenever I manage to get a client? And do you think by changing your name, I wouldn't track your history down?
(And don't you dare try to suck my friends in, you brainless tool. )

Anyways. I am off to do another task now. Staff dinner tonight, hoope it's gonna be a good one.
Cheerios, amigos.

nice sunday

Peppered crackers and mayo tuna spread are the best combination ever invented. Even better than PB & J. Better than Oreo bscuits and its fillings.

Go try it.

I can't write much- my dog's been circling me with her nose up in the air, trying to lcoate where the delicious tuna scent comes from.

Doesn't she know I don't share foods?

happy three friends?

Weeks ago, there was a new girl at the train. She looked like a doll, literally, like a porcelain doll or some sort, which is probably why all the low-life kind of men were leering at her. I always took notice whenever there was someone new at the train, right, and I noticed her because she was so chirpy with the street sellers at the station- which I find impressive.
So I met her almost everyday and one day we sat across from one another and saw her talking nicely with an old woman and I thought to myself, I think I could be friends with this girl. I often experience that kind of insights, haha; I could tell when I can or cannot be friends with someone.
Today, we stood next to each other and suddenly she turned to me and said, "You're a regular here, aren't you?"
I have found a new train friend.
I excitedly said yes and said that I saw her most of the times, too. She said that she recognized me because I have great hair. Crazy woman. :D But that only proves that she's kind of weird, so we probably will get along fine.
To make long story short, in the first ten minutes of our very alive chat, we know where each other lives, works/interns, marital status, family matters, exchanged names, numbers, and Facebook accounts. She's got two kids already-I was in shock! You'd understand if you see how young she is. In those first minutes we talked about the same strange people on train and how she loved to socialize and make new friends, thats why she always talked to the street sellers and street musicians- because she thinks they feel lonely.
We totally hit it off!
So I'm kind of sad that I'm gonna be finished with my internship here for two things: B-M itself, and my train family.
I introduced the girl to Nice Old Fella (whose real name I just learned today, shame on me ) and together, I think we form a good team. This makes riding the train so much less boring, yay!
Let me ask Mr. Hibachi to join in later. He seemed to be listening to our conversation from day to day anyway.
So that was my train update; I've arrived at the office way too early so I have spare time to kill before the newspapers swallow me. I'm in a such better mood today, thank God.
Have a good Friday, everyone! :)

on a brighter note:

Check this out:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20090506/lf_nm_life/us_dog_oldest_2

a special note

Here's the deal. I will make this oh so very simple, seeing as this might be hard to understand for some people.
Ready? Here we go.

When you make a mistake, you apologize.



That's it.
I don't know why it is so hard for some people to get it through their thick heads. It's simple, really - the word starts with S and ends with Y. Comprende?
Me, I have no problem apologizing. Every morning I apologize to strangers, be it silently or saying it out loud. I apologize when I step on their toes. I apologize to the newspaper boys at the train station for refusing to buy the paper over and over again and therefore not helping with their income. No offense, I say quietly, but I do media monitoring at the office so I eat those newspapers for breakfast every morning.
If there's another thing I don't like, aside from unsweetened iced tea, it's when people don't respect me. I do something that helps you, you say thank you. You make mistakes that hurt my feelings, you apologize. Do I have to spell that out? Will that help to make you understand better? The stupidest, most idiotic kind of peeople are those who make the same mistakes over and over again and still refusing to apologize because they don't think they're wrong. Are you testing my patience, really?
You'd better not.
I find it hard to dislike other people actually. I tend to give them the benefit of the doubt. i like making other people happy and I love to help them out in any way I can. So when you're on my "black list", then probably you did something so mind-numbingly stupid. This applies to everyone-no matter how close you are with me. Because then again, if we're really that close, then you wouldn't dare make the same mistakes all over again. Not with me, you wouldn't.
So if from now on, if something happens again that requires an apology certainly not from me, please do the right thing. And if something happens again that requires an apology certainly not from me but I ended up saying sorry anyway and you still don't get the idea? Well then we probably have been wasting time knowing each other.
Please keep in mind that it is a thoroughly nice feeling to be respected. So get over yourself and do the same for other people for once, okay?
Thank you for your kindest, undivided, most understanding attention.