My End-of-the-Holidays Gloom

During these 13 years working for living, the company has only granted me one chance of long holiday every year. It's the week of Idul Fitri, the big Indonesian Moslem's holiday.

These last several years, I've been desperately trying to use the holiday to banish my boredom spirit, so I could report back on duty refresh and have a clear eyes. The way I used to during school days' holidays. I remember that I was always so eager to be back to school again after a week holiday, to meet my classmates.

This year, I thought I would be more successful than previous years in trying to lift up my working mood during this holiday. But no, sadly I found out that I was seeing the coming Monday in gloomy mood. And all because of the message I received from my colleague yesterday. It wasn't my friend's fault, of course. I'm sure she only did it with the best intention. But nevertheless it had reminded me so strongly about the task I would face no matter how I hate it, the routine, the same working space, the same problem years after years. In the end, I lost any fun I got from the holiday....and it left me feeling empty. Just the same like all of my holidays at the previous years.

Now, I just try to relax, grasp any activities to put any thought about the upcoming Monday behind me. Trying to exorcist my end-of-the-holidays gloom. For all of my friends who has so much luck and will certainly find the new breath in coming back on duty...I'm so happy for you, wish I could be on the same boat!

Favourite Pastime: Browsing Malls!!!

A good friend of mine once told me this story about her Malayan friend. This friend of hers couldn't understand why Indonesian people so love spending their weekend at the malls. The parking lots are always full of cars and motorcycles. The indoor is always so crowded with people everywhere. And below is the reason I gave to my friend for a possible explanation.

For many people in Indonesia, spending pastime at malls is considered as a low-budget attraction. One could see everything in one place, from books till gears, all in a beautiful arrangement. Or see other people with so many kind of appearances. When you're hungry or thirsty, you could buy food and beverages from any kind of fast-food stalls or even eat at the fancy and classy restaurants. Or you could just walk around whereas talking to your friend(s). And the best thing is - especially in a hot season like now - you don't have to feel any hot at all, thanks to the cool air-conditioner. Most of malls in Indonesia provide a complete entertainment for the whole family, from children till the old people. It's no wonder you could find a large group of obviously one family entering a mall, complete with the nannies and nurses for the children.

And for the workers like me, there's no other time than weekends to do some shopping in a leisure time. Most of us spend the workdays working till 6-7pm. There's so little energy left to do some shopping after work. Besides, it's too close to the closing time for most of stores. At weekends, we could have a whole day to browse and shop, and maybe chat with some acquaintances we meet on the way.

So, my friend, that's why we go to malls at weekends! Viva windowshopping!!

Homemaker isn't a good talent?

Last night, I took a quiz through my Facebook account. It's supposed to let us know what talent hidden inside each of us. Based on the questioners, my secret talent is a PERFECT HOMEMAKER. Wow, I thought, isn't it nice? Then I read the comment below my result that made me: "Huh?????"

The creator advised me to do the quiz all over again, because it seemed I wasn't interested in anything. I was advised to, for example, concentrate in my cooking skills, so I could be a famous chef and have my own TV program.

The comment above made me wonder whether I mistook the meaning of HOMEMAKER. So, I consulted my dictionary and wikipedia. And I was right. According to wikipedia, a homemaker works full-time to maintain the home environment. If the person is female and part of the family, then she's called HOUSEWIFE. So, the BIG question is: what's wrong in becoming a fully housewife? Isn't a housewife considered as a special talent? Is it wrong to choose working behind a screen, supporting the husband in his career, raising the children, creating a comfortable home for the family?

Yes, my big dream is becoming a fully housewife. I'm not interested in becoming a career woman, nor a working wife/mom. One thing I understand of myself is I couldn't concentrate in doing more than one task at a time. I value very high women who could building her career and still doing her shares at home altogether. Working full-time has drained me at the end of the day. I couldn't imagine how high my emotion would run if arriving at home, I still have to prepare dinner for the family, checking the children's homework and smile sweetly at my husband....hahaha... I think I would explode very easily each day....hahaha... not a good situation for my loved ones.

The BIG problem in realising my dream is that I'm also rather materialistic....hahaha....see how honest I am? So, what am I looking for? Hmmmm...a rich man who prefers a quiet life and doesn't mind that his wife isn't a model-look at all, that she loves to talk, discuss and sometimes debate, that she would go berserk if he go all day without send her a short message just to say hi, that she still learns how to cook properly, that sometimes she just want to escape and do window shopping for a day alone.....uh, better stop now...otherwise, it would be going and going and going.....hahaha...and no man alive could fulfill that requirements.....hahaha..

So, any man out there dare to take the challenge and apply for the post?

Everyone is waiting for something....

Normally, I don't care too much the film genre such "The Terminal" starred by Tom Hanks. Too serious...hehehe... But, the fact is I had watched this movie twice on TV. Well, okay, because there was no other interesting programs and I didn't feel sleepy at the time.

The first time, I watched it just for filling my time before went to bed. The second time was happened recently. This time, I absorbed several things from the movie. One of them is the title above. It's one of Victor Navorski's (Tom Hanks) dialogues in his conversation with Amelia (Catherine Zeta-Jones).

Everyone is waiting for something... I am waiting for a certain thing that I could see now would never come today while I write this. I am waiting for my birthday wishes being granted while I live in my life every day. And most certainly I am waiting for my questions and doubts to be answered clearly and thoroughly.

Finally, right now I am waiting for the right moment to poke someone very hard for making me waiting all day!!! Oh, well, better get some sleep. Otherwise, not only I suffered from "I HATE MONDAY" Syndrome...it would be continued and become "I HATE TUESDAY, TOO!!!!!"

What are you waiting for?

Why Men Confuse over Women's talkings

One day, I read this interesting material over Yahoo Indonesia. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the article for more reference. When I read it, I only wrote down the points, so I would have some material discussion with a visiting friend at the evening.

The writer said that there's 5 things that often makes men so difficult to keep up in talking with women:

1. Women often talk while do some thinking altogether
2. We (hey, I'm woman!) often talk about many things at once
3. Men hate it when we keep interrupt while they're talking
4. Women love talk in riddles
5. Women prefer to keep silent to show the anger or disagreement

Actually, at first I completely forgot to bring this open for our discussion over dinner that evening. But, somehow I came up with this material and asked what his opinion is. At least, towards me as a woman. And what his answer was?

Yes, it all are very true. Not only me, but also for other women. Especially the second point. Sometimes, he had so much trouble in catching up with my fast talks (in English, no less....hahaha...I just hope he really understood what I stormed about...hahaha...!). Then, it would become much more confusing for him when I kept jumping from a subject to another in the same breath. He really needed to listen hard and focus his attention to my talking, so he could understood where my main direction was....hahaha...Poor him! So, sorry, sir...but I couldn't gave any promises not to do it again next time....hahaha....!