it's all about me

Dear Rain

I am so sorry I didn’t write for couple of months. I am not busy at all. There were not any good words to reveal all my thoughts. But then I realize I am the one who offered you to make this blog. I must responsible. Here we go

Let me count it again. Hmmm.It is almost 7 months since I resigned. There were a lot of application letters that I sent. Some of them tried to hire me. I almost move to Jakarta but then something changes it. There was another test from big company. My mom forced me to stay and leave the job. She thought that it was easy to pass the test. From the first time I was not sure. Bang! On 19 November, my name wasn’t on the list. There were not any tears but inside my heart I felt so down. Lucky me, there was some great books in my hands. It did not take a long time to recover. I believe Allah has determined something else for me. Something that is better. Allah loves me and probably that big company is not on my book. Or probably not this year but one, two, three even five years later. Or that is not for me at all. I should have not been so down because this small stuff. Just like an old proverbs, there are a lot of ways to go to Rome. I get my own way.

But lets see what the real problem is. I am still a freelancer, have no office to go to, no fixed salary, my mom is still worry about me because she still pays the bill, and inside my mind I admit there is a little worry when someone ask about my job. But must these things ruin my life? Hell no!!! Life is so short. Just because I am not an employee, it does not mean my life is over, doesn’t it? Bring you Pom-pom rain, please. Tell me that everything that I wrote above is not only a shit.

It is so nice to write all those words. Thanks for reading it, Rain. Wait for another one.