if there are some things i learned from her is i learned to let people in and accept them the way they are, despite their imperfections. She also taught me to appreciate the wonderful life i have. She's one of a kind for sure.
speechless because of two points, my campus mates are more mature than most boys, indeed.
and age really is just numbers. (this guy that "lost the battle" certainty older than me and his opponent)
and after the meeting, we took a little detour to enjoy a gift from our office mate that just came from china. (the little red--of course it's red! it's made in china--thing)
Not that I’m not used to it, it’s just the fact that people will always try to investigate your bad part to the very core no matter how well the outcome you’ve given them. I feel like punching (or maybe hurt them with any kind of blunt objects over and over again) the on the head, simply just to see what’s inside their rotten mind.
Someone once taught me, "before you judge people, try—I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy—to measure their good feature first. ANY good features, even if it’s just the fact that they have beautiful smile." I’ve been keeping her words in mind ever since. But what’s the point of behaving yourself towards those bastards that cannot wait to see you to mess up and laugh to your face right away, huh?
I went to college and learned more about people. During that time I manage to create my own way to judge people. I want to believe they’re good, until the result says otherwise. Having some faith in humanity surely is a hard thing.
*loosen the critics a bit, would you? and try to take a look into the mirror on our display.. there are a lot of it!!
muti's owl(the left one) looks like oom2 flirting with my owl.. :D
remember the cute old couple i mentioned a few weeks ago? turned out they're the grandparents of my junior high school friend, who was my ex' crush when they were little, and our moms know each other, and my brother is also a friend of her little sister. (aarrgghh weird sentence, fix later when i'm not too tired)
seriously??!! it's not a big deal anymore, though. but this is just a full 'tuhan suka becanda' moment for me personally. And i did laugh so hard on this matter. who knows how bad/well it'd turn out? we'll see
"you need to stop testing the water. Don't you realize that you need the water?!! You and I, we both have a same major problem when it comes to this stuff, we're affraid of commitment. You know, I faced my fear earlier and now I'm happy with my girl friend. Let loose a little lit.. Let loose."
A few days ago, I was at the office all alone. It was Sunday so everyone else had their weekly day off while I didn’t. When I was about to close the showroom, a car pulled in, and an old couple came out off the car. Apparently, they’re planning to build a wardrobe and kitchen for their new apartment. Let me describe this couple. They’re about 60-ish and I bet very rich. I greeted them and showed them around the showroom.
They started off as a costumer, asking about “what new stuff do you have?” which means that they’re an old costumer coming back for another purchase. They stared arguing with each other in Dutch!—yes, it’s so meant to be, but they’re actually Indonesian—and I tried not to laugh until the lady finally realized that I understand Dutch. After the language barrier, they started to treat me not as a sales woman anymore, but more as a ‘new girl that just got her job, let’s try to make this a good experience for her’ attitude.
The old guy kept saying ‘I want this, I want that, look! It’s so great! Oh wow, I want it featured in my house.’ And the old lady kept saying ‘oh my god! The apartment is not even ready yet, stop making her confuse and just get to the point! We can take care of what’s inside the wardrobe later.’ Which replied by the old guy ‘but it has to be good, kijk dit is mooi.’
They also have the behavior of old couple that’s adoring—in some ways. The old guy couldn’t stop sneezing and the lady would look at me while rolling her eyes saying ‘he’s really old, once he sneezes he wont stop’ the she smiled.
My office offers a discount for costumers. To get this discount they must play with our dartboard then pop a balloon to know how much discount they get. And when I said that, they both were so exited and the old guy said ‘you do that’ to his wife then look at me ‘she’s better at this stuff than I do, but can I also play? Can we throw twice?’ with a playful look in his eyes. They only got 10% discount instead of 49,9 but they jumped on their feet happily. *ah, seriously I’m tearing up remembering this*
It’s warming in some ways to see they still fought each other in ‘old couple demeanor’ and they still play around feeling like they’re just as young as me. I was actually very happy to meet them. I didn’t grow up with the luxury of having my grandparents around, so I never really knew how to deal with old people—although I have a very sensitive part about it, I fall easily for old people instead of dogs or babies. They made me feel welcomed. Moreover, this energy they have toward each other is—again, I just realized—actually something I always seek in someone. I want that.
I don’t want a lover to be with me and adore me in our youth, but I want a best friend to grow old with. I want to be looking at that person not just as ‘my man’ (sorry for the choice of words) but as a great friend I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to be 60 and that person still look at me with that adoring shine in his eyes, no matter how much wrinkles I get at that time. No matter how old I look. I want to look at that person saying ‘that’s my best friend, and my husband. We’ve been through a lot, and we had fun living our life. Because when life sunk us to the very bottom, we know we got each other as our best friend.’