I am in love (with my job)

"Pekerjaan paling menyenangkan di dunia ini adalah hobi yang dibayar." - Ridwan Kamil.

Here it is, sitting in front of my desk, writing about how much I love my job and listening to a great song that I like since decades ago.  Yes, I am postponing to post another letters and start talking about what I do. 

So basically, I moved from the former company (for some typical-and-good reasons) to a start-up company that founded by my seniors in university. You know, the idea of moving from a settled place to unsettled place kinda scares me. But I know, this is what I've chosen. 

I do lots of things --since we are only eleven and most of them are IT guys and I am the only marketing people here, pls-- from a planner (you know, forecast, business plan -complete with its canvas/model-, marketing plan, budgeting and many more) to a social media strategist, website administrator, account management (both account executive and manager), writer -and editor- (yes, I do write articles and reviews. it's a lot) and many more. These, of course, give me headache. But the thing you should know, I really love it. 

Office that close to my home (plus without traffic), makes me able to workout before work in front of the desk. Work-life-health balance, checked!

Surrounded by happy-go-nuts-but-genius-and-caring-people, nice working-environment, great view from the windows (trees and few cars), and the most important thing: cheap and tasty restaurants! Well, we also have a real Italian pizza restaurant and an unique ice cream kiosk close to our office. Happy? YES WE DO!

But the most important thing here is, I love what I do. Writing is my passion since I was a kid. But I never been able to make a book (cause I am really bad in expressing through words -or facial expression) yet I can make short stories. And I can utilise (and improve) my writing skill here. To write an events, reviews, and articles is kind of confusing cause it depends on who your readers are. But I will consider it as a challenge. Improvement, right? :)

Social media, business plans (including its forecasting, budgeting, business canvas/model) website designing, presenting, and talking are things that I used to. They are some things that I have learned for long and I know, I like it. I found my passion in it. 

To be able to do what I love, is beyond my imagination. To be working here, is a blessing. 

I am happy with what I do. Are you happy with what you do too, readers? :-)

the unsent letter, the unspoken words - the fourth letter

The fourth letter

“I’ll be your bestfriend and you’ll be my valentine. Yes you can hold my hand if you want to, cause I wanna hold yours too. We’ll be playmate, and lovers and share all our secret world...” Big Girls Don’t Cry - Fergie

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Good morning, dear someone that is still sleeping on your coach.

I assume it’s still 7.00 in the morning in your place, isn’t it? Listening to a song that reminds me of you, drinking sparkling water from the bottle, seeing my colleagues sleeping –and working—and here I am, writing about you. It feels like a fresh memory while actually it was two years ago and you know, I miss you a little bit –everyday.

It still occupies my mind, every little thing about you. Throwback to the first time I saw you, when you came and knocked the door of my bedroom cause you need password for the Wi-fi. It feels like you just came in time, when I was tired with everything and wanted to escape somewhere where no one can find me, when summer has come yet the rain won't stop and everything felt cold both inside and outside. However, you came and stood there just like a little piece of sunshine.

I remember the day when we finally talked because there's nobody else but the two of us, so you asked. It started with names, activities, and favorite things. Then you asked for milks cause you wanted to make mac and cheese that turned out to be such an epic fail. I laughed way too hard. But in the other day, you laughed at me cause I didn't know how to drink your lemonade from your bottle.

I remember the day when you asked me what's wrong because my face showed it all. I gave you an awkward smile and went straight to my room to put my bag, and went back to the kitchen to have a bowl of tuna mix salad for my dinner all alone. However, you came in and took your epic-fail mac and cheese from the fridge and sat in front of me.

You kept asking me why and looked at me like I need some help. Oh hell yeah, I did need some help.. I told you, the country you've lived since you're born is quite cold and there is no one to talk. I felt lonely and lost all the time. You asked me if I needed a hug and it was more than that.

I remember the day when you almost left the place, cause you have to go back to your hometown –it was summer and your family has plan to go overseas for vacation-- and our lips landed on each other lips. Spent the summer night to see the moon and talk about "what if" and how I will remember and missing you cause you are the best thing ever happened in the coldest country I’ve ever visited.

I forget how it ends, but I still remember how warm your soul was, when I needed it the most. A kiss that flew me away, a hug that put back the pieces of broken heart, a smile that brought a little sunshine in a rainy day, and the silliness that melts all the frozen inside. 

You're just like home. Though I've tried many times to walk away, in the end I will always come back to you. Always...

the unsent letter, the unspoken words - the third letter

“Tuhan memang satu, kita yang tak sama. Haruskah aku lantas pergi, meski cinta takkan bisa pergi...” Peri Cintaku - Marcell

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Dear someone that I start to catch a feeling with, how was your day? I am hoping that your day is good and as bright as your smile.

I am lying on my bed; there are so many thoughts in my head and you are one of it –or mostly. I am starting to think about how sweet your smile is and how funny your face is when you are laughing. Also, I have been thinking (and dreaming, frankly speaking) about you lately. It was weird, and kind of torturing for me because you know, I can only like (or love) you like that in my dreams. We are really different in so many ways.

First of all, considering your age, you are no longer looking for relationship that only for fun. I know you’re starting to find your only one, and destiny. So am I. However, the idea of marriage really scares me to death. Because, I will spend the rest of my life with someone and I am going to comply with my husband. In the other side, I still want to chase my dreams to have master degree overseas, be an entrepreneur, a radio announcer, and when I’m finally settled I would like to be a prekindergarten teacher. Will I be allowed to do that? I want to travel around the world to see another culture, perspectives, learn new things. Can I?

Second reason. I don’t know about your type, but considering your former crush –someone that I replace in my division—I am totally different. Well, honestly I am nobody’s type –or that’s what I’ve believed until now.

Third, I do not know if your colleagues like me or not. They see me as a lost one, still a childish one –since I am the new girl in my department and ten year apart from your age. It feels like I am in the jungle when I came into your room and they are ready to kick me anytime soon. Well, let’s hope it’s just in my imagination. Hopefully.

The last one is the most crucial. We have different perspective regarding our faith. For me is my religion, for you is your religion. Checkmate, case closed.

I know I always keen on someone that has different faith with me, and that’s kind of torture that I cannot bear. If you asked me, what I like about you, the answer will be probably “No” cause I have no idea at all. It’s just come naturally. The only thing if this is real, I finally can let go what I thought I couldn’t. You make me.

One time, you I found a good quote from Augusten Burroughs. It says, “The people I’ve loved in my life have never been easy to love. I’m not used to normal. I’m used to disaster.” The second I read the quotes, I’m thinking: “Yes, I always love people that never been easy to love.” And yes, you are one of it.