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