I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.--Agatha Christie--
A friend of mine asked me this question few weeks ago.
Q: "How do you get to work?"
A: "Well, I take public transport to the errr ... port. Then I take a speedboat!"
At first, it was a bit weird to respond 'by speedboat'. Amazingly, I've been doing so for more than 2 months, and I kinda enjoy that.
Here I am, in Balikpapan. That is the city I live in currently. But then my workplace is located in a place called 'Tanjung Batu'. It takes about 10 minutes to get there by speedboat from Semayang, Balikpapan.
There's so much to say about Tanjung Batu. But, I just find it hard to describe this 'soothing' place, until I read a piece of writing, entitled:
TANJUNG BATU, THE MOST CIVILIZED REMOTE AREA
Perfect title! It's an article submitted by an ESL course participant, named Feby Antoni on completion of a writing competition held by POSB - the most civilized remote area- . He could describe Tanjung Batu way better than I did (I tried several times, though). This piece of work would exactly tell what it is like to be in Tanjung Batu.
I'm turning 25 this year!!!
been busy doing this and that ... then I began 'googling' what people say about turning 25. Some of the results are startling, that not many people are excited about turning 25.
Check out on what 'uncle Google' found:
"Twenty Something: Why I'm not excited about turning 25"
"Why does turning 25 feel like a mid life crisis?!"
"Turning 25: A Quarter-Life Crisis?!"
"Depressed a/b turning 25...where did my life go?!"
I know I should've read more, to figure out people's views on turning 25. But, I'm not in the mood for that. For, I know that it's pretty much the same as what I have in my mind now, hmmm. What? Those titles above! kinda describe what's on my mind.
Soon, I ended up searching 'agreement' on how people like me are described ...
I read random and found this:
Ahh, yeah! Procrastination!
*big grins* I'm procrastinating!!!
been busy doing this and that ... then I began 'googling' what people say about turning 25. Some of the results are startling, that not many people are excited about turning 25.
Check out on what 'uncle Google' found:
"Twenty Something: Why I'm not excited about turning 25"
"Why does turning 25 feel like a mid life crisis?!"
"Turning 25: A Quarter-Life Crisis?!"
"Depressed a/b turning 25...where did my life go?!"
I know I should've read more, to figure out people's views on turning 25. But, I'm not in the mood for that. For, I know that it's pretty much the same as what I have in my mind now, hmmm. What? Those titles above! kinda describe what's on my mind.
Soon, I ended up searching 'agreement' on how people like me are described ...
I read random and found this:
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Maybe I should do something about it, particularly in this 'turning 25' moment in my life.
Is it the right time to start? Wait, can I take my time?
Is it the right time to start? Wait, can I take my time?
*big grins* I'm procrastinating!!!
Another piece of advice
...
Last night I attended an English speaking community called e-Club. It's been my weekly routine on Thursday eve. I was not supposed to be part of the club, as my DoA suggested that I should belong to the 'hurray team' encouraging everyone to speak up. Yet, I kinda enjoyed it as a semi-participant. Ha ha ha.
It was a quite frightening topic to discuss ... Psychological Disorder! It only took a few minutes to elicit some surprising facts about its various kinds. They were multiple personality, schizophrenia, phobia, bulimia, anorexia, and some other diseases about which we were wrong. Hmmm, it was good to finally get well informed. Then, we went through everyone’s problems, it was set to take turns clockwise. Some fessed up their problems while some other just made up the stories. I, myself, got a bit confused to reveal.
The next thing to do was a shrewd move. One was to act as a psychologist, paired up another one as a patient. I’m not going to elaborate each pair.
Then, it was a pair, in which I was the patient. I completely had no idea what spirit occupied me that night so that I suddenly got the guts to fess up a story of my life. I illustrated that as problem of my life. It wasn’t a problem; actually, it was more like a burning question which keeps haunting me and insisting an answer.
hmmm, so I started out:
"...there was this woman. She is a young, witty, affectionate teacher ..."
I knew it very well, that I made it too easy to guess. It was ME. So, everyone started to look curious, some were laughing, shouting, racing after my words (as if he knew what I was about to tell). The bottom line is they were listening.
And the my line reached its peak when I finally said:
"She finds it hard to find someone."
Everyone was burst into laughter. Oh No, I regretted telling the truth in just a minute...But then, I've got nothing to lose. A word of advice would be worth my genuine, plain stupid confession.
Soon, a sound-wise voice broke the laughter, telling me to do this and that, things I've heard like a thousand times ...
Yeah, it's just another piece of advice, or it's been the only answer.
I'll figure out ... someday.
...
Last night I attended an English speaking community called e-Club. It's been my weekly routine on Thursday eve. I was not supposed to be part of the club, as my DoA suggested that I should belong to the 'hurray team' encouraging everyone to speak up. Yet, I kinda enjoyed it as a semi-participant. Ha ha ha.
It was a quite frightening topic to discuss ... Psychological Disorder! It only took a few minutes to elicit some surprising facts about its various kinds. They were multiple personality, schizophrenia, phobia, bulimia, anorexia, and some other diseases about which we were wrong. Hmmm, it was good to finally get well informed. Then, we went through everyone’s problems, it was set to take turns clockwise. Some fessed up their problems while some other just made up the stories. I, myself, got a bit confused to reveal.
The next thing to do was a shrewd move. One was to act as a psychologist, paired up another one as a patient. I’m not going to elaborate each pair.
Then, it was a pair, in which I was the patient. I completely had no idea what spirit occupied me that night so that I suddenly got the guts to fess up a story of my life. I illustrated that as problem of my life. It wasn’t a problem; actually, it was more like a burning question which keeps haunting me and insisting an answer.
hmmm, so I started out:
"...there was this woman. She is a young, witty, affectionate teacher ..."
I knew it very well, that I made it too easy to guess. It was ME. So, everyone started to look curious, some were laughing, shouting, racing after my words (as if he knew what I was about to tell). The bottom line is they were listening.
And the my line reached its peak when I finally said:
"She finds it hard to find someone."
Everyone was burst into laughter. Oh No, I regretted telling the truth in just a minute...But then, I've got nothing to lose. A word of advice would be worth my genuine, plain stupid confession.
Soon, a sound-wise voice broke the laughter, telling me to do this and that, things I've heard like a thousand times ...
Yeah, it's just another piece of advice, or it's been the only answer.
I'll figure out ... someday.
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