Archive for April, 2007

24
Apr

Murdering People Is Not A Sin, It’s A Habit

BackstabLast Saturday was absolutely out
of what you all
have in mind in term of a weekend. For some normal people, it was supposed to be day
where we hang out with friends, but me: i
n my own dream world. That particular
Saturday was the day I was preparing myself and the whole team for an office
event: Success Seminar. Where the Millionaires, Team Elites and all the high
class society turned up in their best dress or suit, glittering the carpet with
their so-called-pin titles. W
e had to prepare
the event every 6 months, times for recognition, where their friends actually
see them walk up the stage after what they accomplish from their work.

 

Some people up there in clouds
having fun, while we the “underdog” had to work our ass off (ironically, it was
for them). But I was putting my heart for everything that I do, even
my big fat
mouth talking tras
h about it. So, long before the event and preparation we were
divided into teams and couple team leaders. I was chosen to be one, and I’m
heading for 8 people handling the front stage. Unfortunately, I was the
youngest in the office and all my team members are way ahead older than me.
Some from the IT dept, some from Finance, etc. I know some names that are,
let’s say, recognized as the “sluggish bunch”, and I was right. N
ot even one
team briefing they showed up, reading the instructions I gave them (I dunno
whether they’re blind as well stupid, -but God forgive me- for giving them
details) and they still doesn’t care to the event!

 

Until the H-day and they are
simply just out of forgiveness, they are coming late, vanished into the thin
air when I needed them, and smoking in the alley when it’s their time to do
what
they supposed to be doing. Jesus!! If I were the snake, that’s how I felt when he
got kicked out from
Paradise. So I had to tell
them million times for what they are supposed to do, back and forth looking for
them, and
being such a pain in their asses for doing the right thing! The thing
was, I didn’t know they hated me so much and planning to take revenge.

 

Today is Tuesday, the brightest
day God ever made because tomorrow is pay roll day. I was just finishing my
duties I‘m pending from last week of torment. Suddenly HR dept asked me
to come
to her office and she in a straight-forward manner asking me what I had done to
slow down the internet connection. I was thinking it must be the Limewire I
just installed on my PC, so I told her about that and bingo! So she said the IT
dept found out I was the one that cause this ridiculous momentum and guilty as
charge. I said I’m sorry, uninstalling the software and thinking. Thinking why
I’m the one only accused for this issue, since I know other
IT people and other
dept are doing the exact thing but never got fingered. My intuition giving me
vibes into my brain ce
lls and flash my mind back to what happen during the
Saturday event and today was their payback ti
me.

 

I assume they don’t like being
bossed by a kid and telling them what to do and this is how they backstabbed
me. Hmm, I was kinda surprised they don’t have the courage to just go straight
to my face and spit it out. Backstabbing, a word that are commonly used
especia
lly in working environments. I wasn’t angry; I don’t feel any hate or
anything except disappointment. Okay, I take the blame for installing software
that isn’t job related, but being backstabbed is simply things cowards would
do. I remember my favorite song from Lauryn Hill, “Forgive Them Father” from
the album Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. One of the lyric saying: “That everyday people, they lie to God, so
what makes you think, that they won’t lie to you too.
” Yea, maybe all I
need to wipe this disappointment i
n my heart is by forgiving them and walk
away. I don’t want to ruin my balanced energy for unnecessary things like them.
I was thinking to chop them into pieces like Dexter would do or put them into
the shredder and feed them to de
pths of hell. But that would just make me as
bad as them, ain’t it?

 Knife

Sometimes is just hard to find
the white-crystal-clean are in our heart for forgiveness. The dark shadow of
hate and revenge is just too beautiful to resist. I can hate people
too, I’m
just made of flesh and bones too, and sometimes I could smell the sweet blood
in the air when I hate someone. But there’s another extra ingredient my Creator
gave me, that is logic and super-extra-elastic of patience to handle every bad moment
that are o
ccurred in my life lines. Every time one human disappoint me in any
way, I
just think it’s an additional layer to my emotion so I can feel what is
actually living is. Fe
el, understand and learn.

 

Ps. The internet connection slowing down today was actually a server error and not my fault (like d’uh.. a single download of 3MB can caused a global damage impact)

15
Apr

The Scent of You & Me

Perfume_ver2
The time is showing almost 3 in
the morning now. Quiet. Warm. There am only me in my bedroom, or at least of
what I can see
. Just finished watching a DVD a friend borrowed it to me. It’s
called “Perfume”, a perfectly well shown in visual and audio, dramatic scenery,
beautiful cinematography and an adequate amount of dialogues. Well played by
Ben Whishaw as Jean-Baptiste-Grenouille, a murderer with high state of art
taste, a collector by mad obsession: to create a divine perfume in the world.

 

It’s based on a Novel by Patrick
Süskind, set in
France,
the 18th Century. A story of a man with unique talent, who could
smell everything in the world
, even dead rocks, a copper, glass, even human in far
distance. I love how the story flows backwards, from the opening of he was
captured but the end was he got away and “released” himself. He knows nothing
about perfume; learn everything until he realizes the most precious scents
coming from a human body
.

 

 

From a perfumer master, he learn that
there are 12 types of basic perfume but there are another divine perfume that
legend tells it could bring someone in paradise, the 13th formula.

Then, Grenouille start to collect scents from young women, in his own way he
collects them in small bottles. Until he succeed collecting all 12 and combine
the last one, the most precious girl he after and make the most celestial
perfume from combining them all together. He makes an entire town down to his
feet, even though they know he’s guilty for murdering those girls.

 

But Grenouille learn that even
with that perfume he could do whatever he wants in the whole world, from make
the King of France kisses his feet or makes the Pope believed he’s the true
messiah by just writing a letter with a scent of his perfume, but he cannot get
the true thing he ever wanted: love. Yes, a simple emotion he never experienced,
loving and be loved in return. Until he decided he ends his life with that
bottle of perfume.

 

I love how the story was told, a
dark yet beautiful character
he was. As if the reality was drowned by a tragic
truth, a single small bottle contain of beauty collected by an intelligent
young man named Jean-Baptiste-Grenouille. The most interesting part from this
story, that Grenouille cannot smell his own scent, as if he doesn’t have any
scent at all. Because every human have their own scent, a unique identity
mother nature given to us so people would notice other people, and that’s why
people always found their match and partners.

 

Sometimes it’s sad but true, we
always looking something we lost in ourselves by collecting in others. Some
people found them, but some others never felt enough and lost to their greed.
First they want the love, then time, then money, then energy and the rest of
the soul left in that person until it die slowly by the hands of their lovers. People
used to do that to me, either way I didn’t realize it or am just too stupid to
let them do that
.

 

I never really care actually, all
I want is be the small candle with my light burn bright for people that walk in
my valley of shadows
, but sometimes people takes my light too much, I melt too
fast. But I always believe I will find the right scent that is truly made for
me. Even though it means wait in the corridor of time a bit longer.

 

01
Apr

Metamorphosis Egocentric

Egocentric I just got home from Puncak, a vacation on top of the mountains with nice villa and fantastic view. It was 28 of us, friends from work after a marvelous 2 nights since Friday we left this afternoon. I’m listening to earth, Wind and Fire – After The Love Has Gone and I’m looking at Acil pictures again. Pathetic.

It was a wonderful idea from one of the bikers from my work place to spend the long weekend there. Last Saturday was the birth of Mohammed and it was red on the calendar, baby! So we went off from Friday, right after month end and crazy sales closing, I pack my bag and hit the road. Some of us took off with motorbike while the rest rolling with four wheels. The weather was fine, great night, cool air hitting each of our tired faces after business days. Something that we thanking the Sweet Lord for left us a place on His green earth to smell the fresh air of village again. There was nothing but green farms as far as the eye can see, and some lil’ punk kids running on the road (pitty, we didn’t hit any). Anyway, the next day all we were doing was just sun bathing, swimming, playing table tennis, lamb chop barbeque and of course, beers (not that I’m drinking any of that belly-fattening-liquid).

I wasn’t too excited at the first invitation running through the office emails, I was focusing myself on the Amazon Party at Heaven, my friend put me on the guest list for the club that Friday. Until Gland, one of my fella (more like a brotha) at work insist that I should go to Puncak (well, considering he’s the ONLY ONE that can make me cancel my clubbing night). Thankfully, Puncak event was going just right: me sleeping while the others stay awake with their cards and their beers. Damn! We couldn’t carry any other liquor because police raid to Puncak was high that week. Not to mention the food there totally ruin my diet, but what the heck, I only live once, maybe only my trainer I’m fooling. Hehehe…

So, here I am, again at my room telling my stories for you guys. With no pants on and continue listening to Windows Media Player keep on playing Marilyn Manson – (S) aint. Man, I’m still hungry even though I’m eating like pig up there. Well, gotta fight this temptation unless I wanna look like Ruben Studdard someday. The sad thing is tomorrow is Monday and I have to deal with those clients, millions of emails, never ending phone calls, but shit, gotta tell ya I’m lovin’ it! Working is the only thing that keep me alive –literally- and also something that I can keep my mind from wondering off to negative things. Things such as thinking why I kept on betrayed by stupid liars, or when can I step my foot on NYC and living my dream. Hmmph…I should stop this o-pitty-me attitude and grab on to something.

Sometimes we just not grateful enough when we got a better situation and an advance level of life. I was on the low pit, sinking with nothing to live for until destiny took me out of the stinking swamp and gave another chance. Then with all my effort I change my life when others just stand there looking at the open door. It wasn’t easy walking through that door, but I made it. Then I start to breathe after I got to the first rock I’m climbing to. I was carried away by the view, not far from I was starting everything. We just start to feel satisfied of what we have, only too much. I began complaining to want more, a bigger emotion I could handle but I never knew him. He was the new stranger in my life: greed. Lucky, my conscience never too weak to slap me back to reality and telling me wanting too much means loosing everything you already have. Just be thankful and carry on, so I did.

My road is still far and many obstacles bigger than I ever knew. But what I learn from here is my biggest enemy was always myself and every dirty little secret my mind hiding from me. Never be spoiled in the moment, that comfort zone are temporary until I see my New Jerusalem.