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.
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