A Betel Leaf of My Life

"Like a betel leaf on the top of a boulder, reluctant to live yet unwilling to wither" is my version of translating Indonesian proverb, "Bagai kerakap di atas batu, hidup segan mati tak mau."  I know, I know, it sounds a bit far-fetched & rhymes better in Indonesian anyway. I'm of no translator, 'kay? Any suggestion for a better rhyming translation, you tell me. But I digress.

Anyhow, this proverb is made as a simile for a person who easily get bored for doing a work or job, hence he/she looked for another job. This proverb reminds myself on how unwise to 'grasshop' (is it even a word?) from one job to another. Well, I've never really worked a long time for one kind of a jo... no, I haven't even worked a 'real' job! Blame my long knowledge-gathering process, or rather, affinity on academic life, one once said. I worked part-time jobs twice, and as I said, my study was the main reason to call it a... part-time job? There's no point to gain money when at the same time it would increase the probability of failure to  progress in what I (actually, my father) have been paying money for, if you get what I mean. I don't want to spend my time for a part-time job when I could've used the same amount of time studying to get a better mark, and I (again, my father) had spend more money for the course than I would've get from the job. So my plan would be to finish my study--for the third time and I'm sick of it already--and get the hell out of the pile of books to find a job for myself. This job I will use as a stepping stone for the so-called 'career', that is.

But there's another unit I've yet put into the equation: Australian Temporary Resident. So, these fellas of mine have been buggin' me to get it and stay for a lil' longer here. I don't worry much about getting TR, but I'd worry more on whether I'd get a decent job that would fit my degree. By 'decent' I mean 'justified' with my skill or knowledge. I don't worry about the salary too, no sir. If I am me--which, I am--I'd worried more about building my career, and part-time job won't do any good as it would just let my degree succumbs to the power of time.

Now, I'm not a kind of guy whom they refers as a 'rolling stone', as in "a rolling stone gathers no moss" (i.e. someone who does not settle in one place rarely prospers). If I live in a place, I usually stay there for a looong time. And hey, my current mobile phone is the same Sony-Ericsson W810i I've been using since 6 years ago. I'm a very loyal person, o yeah :-p. So I don't plan to touch-n'-go some job and get another one. As long as I'm happy and get the rather-controversial Permanent Resident, I'd consider to stay here for a tad bit longer by 5-10 years than I initially planned. But if one ever asks me a dream job, I'd say entrepreneur or writer. I won't live as a corporate slave my whole life. Also, one other important thing: homecoming. Yep, my hometown would be the only place I would want to spend the rest of my life in. Period.

Sounds a little too optimistic and easy-to-say, eh? Well, at least I got plan A and B.
But for now, let's go back to reality: assignments and exams are waiting to be conquered.

Get married, you wonder? TBA  B-)


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"I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe" - Jango Fett

"What's in a name?"

In the midst of a forbidden love, "What's in a name?" once proclaimed Juliet "That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet," continued her.

Pardon me to disagree, but name, Ms Capulet, means everything.

Name is pride, Ms Capulet. Can you just bear as equal pride should you pretend other name as yours?

Name is prayer, Ms Capulet, the prayer that parents sought to be bestowed to us by God Himself.

Name is reputation, Ms Capulet. As acknowledgement famed, hearing you by the name would just awe bystanders.

Name is symbol, Ms Capulet. By which other attribute would others recognise you but by the name?

Didn't you comprehend, Ms Capulet? By any other name, your beloved would still be a foe to your family.

Behold, Ms Capulet, the names of yours and your beloved, they are well-remembered as an everlasting insignia of the fervency of love.