My Homecoming Day

Last Friday (December 24, 2010, to be exact) I went back to my previous office. It felt like a homecoming, actually. I was so excited. We caught up lots of things, had our coffee at our favorite coffee house, grab our afternoon snacks and took lots of pictures.

Everybody asked pretty much the same questions like "how are you?", "do you like working in the new place?", "what kind of coworkers do you work with?" and.. "are you happier now?". But no one beats Cak Wier's question.

"Annisa! Now you're working in the agency. And why, oh why, are you still wearing that darn sneakers? I wasn't expecting high heels, really. At least, not that ones."

I laughed, so did everyone.

I also got the weird 'stares' from some people that I said 'hi'. Their faces ware like, "what? why do you said 'hi' to me as if we haven't met for a long time."and then in split second they realized that I am no longer their coworker. HA!

One thing I regret from the 'homecoming day' is... the absence of uncle. Yes, he took his leave whereas I really had to ask his advices for surviving the industry.

Frankly saying, I was very happy that day. But when I realized that I wasn't part of the hip 'class' anymore and that the place that I'm working at right now is kinda lame, brought me almost in tears. But, well... What else can I do except to live my work life as good as possible and to treasure our friendship.

And I'm glad we took lots of pictures! Had I mention it? Nyahahahahaha..

Those pictures are the sweetest token. Whaddayatink? :D

It’s not about the teacher, it’s about the lesson.

This is me, talking to myself. Just because, I have to. Yeah, I have to talk to myself about being a tougher person. So, pardon me. Let me do this lecture for myself, the girl who always let somebody breaks her heart.

Here's how you should deal with it.

You see yourself learning every single day. That's a good way to start everything. But, you seem like you cannot deal with every possible teacher to teach you how to live a life. Do you?

You may want your ideal life taught by ideal-kind-at-heart teachers like... grandpa, mom, uncle, Y, you name it. But, the fact is.. you cannot choose your teacher. It is almost as impossible as choosing your birth mom. Every day you meet new persons, and every day you learn something from them. They may teach you in a hard way or in a nice way. Either way, it's the lesson that counts.

They may be very mean to you. They may break your heart into pieces with their comments, their judgements, their stern eyes, their high voice. But somehow, they teach you something. Something very good for you.

You cannot ask everybody to be very nice to you. You just can't. All you have to do is keep seeking lessons from them, from their viciousness, and keep learning how to be a better person.

Do you understand?

Uncle's way to make my day

It's been a crappy week. Trust me. Maybe it's because I actually hate this industry, maybe it's just because I'm not really feel like I belong here. Maybe I should not do this, maybe I should. Whatever.

Remember how I miss my uncle and the rest of the gang in my previous office? I miss his passion and positive spirit.

When I was soooo close to tears, this (extra)ordinary email from uncle made my day.

I cracked a smile and replied him immediately.

I wish I know what I should do right now.

Because I am so out of foolproof ideas and... passion for this crappy industry, I guess.


FYI: I did cry after that. I could not hold it. I cried and nobody knew. (Well, now everyone knows! doh~)

It ain't funny

Hey, what do you think of war? What if there's a war going on in some place, not quite far from here? Would you make fun out of it? It's a war, nonetheless. Nobody should make fun of it. It's a serious, life-threatening event that is not supposed to be happened. So why did you make fun of it?

I have bunch of friends there.. and their lives are being damn threatened. I've sent emails to them to make sure they're safe and sound. Right now I'm anxiously waiting for their replies. So, instead of making fun of the situation, would you mind send them, at least, prayers?

Thank you.

Girls to work and spend the days with

Okay, I've been here at the new office for a week and, well, obviously, I feel totally not excited yet. Not because of the thing that I have to do here. No. That's the reason why I left my first office. I love that I get to write, not only to translate or to copy-paste to make it worst. Here, I write. I use my mind to create lines originally. But, the fact that I'm not happy (yet) here is kind of disturbing.

You know how I love my first office. I work with bunch of crazy friends. We shared laughter too much. I always said back then, "I might have a crappy job but I got world's most great co-workers to work with" and it's true.

Here... there are only 7 creative persons. Three of them are the directors, my bosses to be exactly said. One copy writer and the rest are the art directors. Among the 7 of us, two are females: me and the CD lady.

Don't let me start to talk about the account executives. They're all females but, yeah.. you know, heee..heee..

All I wanted to say waaaaas...

Not only I miss my previous co-workers, but I also totally miss my girl friends back there!

I miss girly-girl talks

*sigh

No matter how 'boyish' I am, now I realize that having girl friends at work is important.


Photo credit: Yanuar Ishak

Bittersweet last days at the office

During the whole month of October 2010, I experienced the best things that ever happened in my life: amazing birthday, bittersweet last days at the office, and trip to Central Java. This post is about how I spent my October at the office, because I appreciated every single little thing that happened then.

Like..

My last bus rides. I watched the sky as if I would never see it again. I played the same playlist so whenever I hear the songs, I would remember how I felt that day.

Blue sky morning and Train's Hey Soul Sister

My overtime work because of the Sale thingy, accompanied by friends and crappy dinner.

Pile of compilations and tumblr as a sweeeet distraction

Toast and tea in the evening

 The emptiness of Y's work space during his sick day off.

Totally not cool when it's empty

The presence of Y when he got back to work and the fact that I'm not gonna see him sit next to my desk every day...

Turn left and there's you

The cramped aisle, crowded friends with the color-coordinated t-shirts who were busy doing something or nothing.

I love when we were wearing same color of outfits coincidentally

Early breakfast with Y, yes with him only, that early! hahaha.. But, the long table soon completed with other friends and breakfast turned into something more exciting.

He came early for the last 2 weeks just because.. ^^

Lunch and coffee after that. I knew I was gonna miss this moment! I could not ask for better lunch-mates and barista!

Lunch time happiness

I'm so gonna miss her caramel macchiato

The surprise farewell party, hosted by the big boss and totally supported by everyone. I could not say a better word for it. I felt so blessed, I am very thankful for that, and of course... I LOVE THE PRESENTS!! :D These great pictures were taken by mas Eja, our photographer. Thank you, mas!



And... this.. another thing I am gonna miss. Photo booth session! These are my last photo booth session with them. Glad that Uncle joined!

On October 2009, I got hired and on October 2010 I chose to leave the office for good. I met great friends, fell in love, learned a lot, laughed too much, and cried like a baby. But no matter how far I go, I will always remember this experience, especially the little things.

So long, friends... wish me luck!
Photo credit: Yanuar Ishak



I love you, guys :)

I’m 24 and in love with my life even more

This is a backtracking post for October 23, 2010, yes.. my birthday :)

I remember how I felt that night.

It was way past eleven in the evening and I was already on my bed, trying to sleep. Then, Ditha texted me, wishing me a happy birthday in advance just because in KL, was already October 23. Funny how her text reminded me it's already a year since I had my last birthday. It felt like it's been more than 4 years ago.

Minutes after that, Y called and made that night hysterical and worth remembering. The rest is our story to keep.

This is how happy I was that night.

Blame yourself, hun! You're vanished and didn't get a chance to see my happy face!

And with this picture, I proudly revised my own statement of white lilies.

WHITE LILIES!!!! I love youuuu! :*

And then, there's always dinner, cake, gifts and loved ones..

Almost-melted-yet-still-tempting Strawberry Cheese Cake

I couldn't ask for more gifts :)

Parents who brought me to this world 24 years ago

Bro and sis-in-law

Heeey ;)

Baby brother and sister who are no longer babies

And the happiness continued until the next day. I got another sweet surprise from my high school girls, and the most sumptuous lunch at Nanny's Pavilion. Photo credits: Humairah Razak

Unexpected cake :)

Empty plates, fully-loaded tummies and hearts

and... hold on for sec.. The Vampire Weekend's concert with privilege of VIP free pass!! Thanks for Mba Jennis :* By the way, it's our first concert, and it's awesome enough to be remembered.



Pouty VIP, hahahaha..
Photo credit: Yanuar Ishak



 AWESOME!
Photo credit: Puti Karen Bolang

 Thanks for everyone, and special thanks for Y, for being (almost) 24 hours by my side on my important day.

She said, he said

She said I should leave my heart at home, or it will get broken into pieces. He said I should bring my heart along to work and use it with passion so I can do anything easily.

Well, I guess, what I should do right now is, multiple my heart, bring one along to work and leave another at home as the one I reserve.

But, we'll see.

I am. Am I?

Dear God,
Am I about to enter a new life?
Am I about to leave it all behind?
Am I ready yet?
I am. Am I?

Yeaaay for Yo'i shoes and Y!!

Finally! After several visits to several shoe stores, including those online shops, I got my new yo'i shoes! It was a regular Saturday morning until I decided to buy that pair of Kappa shoes. Luckily, Y was there to accompany me. He was super nice, not grumpy or cranky at all, hihihi..

He was not grumpy, trust me. He just didn't know I took his picture ^^v

It took us (me, sorry, hahaha) to (over) analyzed those shoes. After several laps, chit-chat over coffee, bunch of rational advices and opinions from Y and a moment sitting on a try-on-shoes bench, I decided to buy the manly shoes, instead that girly shoes.Yeah, the one I wore in my right foot.

Left or right?

Finally, Cinderella has new pair of yo'i shoes. The old ones are now rest in peace, but will remain in my heart always. But I still want the girly shoes, I don't know why!! Hahahahahahahahahahahaa... I told him about it and we somehow agreed to buy the girly shoes next month. YEAAAH!

Those days that he missed

He stared at the calendar and realized what he missed. He missed her graduation day. He missed Christmas and New Year's eve but somehow managed to assumed that he was missing nothing. He did not miss her birthday but he is now wondering why he wasn't around on her birthday, and tried to remember whether he gave her birthday present or not. He missed almost all important events. On the other side, she tried to understand why he missed those days. Why she felt like she was not important at all. Why she felt like he took her for granted.

Little cousins no more

Now, visiting grandma and grandpa's houses are boring. Because my cousins have gotten bigger and they stop being cute little kids. It's not fun.

I miss the moment when they were little, crawling and babbling around, walking unsteady, laughing and crying in their cute ways. The moment when they were comfortable enough to be clingy to me, when they're not feel embarrassed to receive hugs and kisses from me. I miss their exciting voices calling my name whenever I came to visit them.

It's not that I don't love them anymore. Noooo.. I still am the big sister who loves her little cousins so much. It's just I cannot accept (yet) that they're not babies anymore. Now, those big boys and girls have their own 'teen-ish' world which is hard for me to get in.

I'm done trying so hard to blend with them, because in the end, the joke will be on me, like this one.

I once posted my 'wish' on my multiply site last January. Funny how time really flies and Ali (the number two littlest cousin) really grows too fast! Look the different expression. My little Ali is no longer little!!

Am I the only kid who doesn't grow up?