Number two
Assalamualaikum.
I came across this while reading a magazine:
A man would spend $2 on a $1 object for something he needs
A woman would spend $1 on a $2 object for somthing that she doesnt need
I'm inclined to agree.
Anyway. I'm sleepy. Worked night shift last night (11pm-7am), another night shift tonight, and tomorrow night. I had to refure another night shift for Monday, cause, Ridwan, for those who know me well.. is sooo NOT a nocturnal creature. The day's been draggy, had a 4 hours sleep in since 8am but its just not the same. Still feel considerably weakened. Why do i even bother to take this job? I ask myself EACH time i go to work. But i like night shift, cause there are no supervisors breathing down my neck. And the fact that i'd never miss my Fajr prayers. The irony, I'm more willing to be awake in the wee hours in the morning for money, but it feels harder to do so for God. I should make it a habit to wake up in the morning. Mornings are wonderful. I note that as i stroll lazily home from work. There is a sense of rebirth eventhough I'm dog-tired. Its very up-lifting for the spirit, and the people i meet on the streets seems to be friendlier in the morning. Maybe its because early risers look forward to their days, and therefore more positive than US late-risers. Thus, waking up in morning is also an Attitude towards life. Maybe I'm looking into this to deep. By the way, when i say morning, i meant Fajr time-Sunrise. I consider 8am to be late.
Last Friday, I got my Taxi-Driving License. I'm officially Ridwan, your friendly and helpful taxi driver. Maybe I start driving next Wednesday. I paid $660 for the course, took the test and got the job. All i need to do is pick a depot from where I'll 'bail' the car. The time table is flexible, the income is good, and you are your own boss. But the hotel is busy at the moment, and i'd rather work in the hotel cause its more consistent. But since I'm just a casual housekeeper, sometimes life's just not fair, when the hotel is quiet, there's no work, and the management forgets that you exist.
I still go to school, btw. Last time I check, it's still student VISA on my passsport. I overloaded my last 3 Semesters, as a result, I nearly completed the course and this semester I only need to go to uni 1 and-a-half days per week. My final semester is like an extended holiday, but this 'free' time is cruicial for my future. I hope i'll make full use of it.
I've been dreaming for a 'proper' job. I've worked as ....*counting*.... too many odd jobs to mention within the last 3-4 years, while I'm grateful fot the experience and the obvious benefits (Alhamdulillah). I'm scared that I wont improve. I want (don't we all do?) Something thats related to my course. But i have to be patient.
On the other hand, there's the life of ridwan, the aspiring artist. "It's not the real life" I kept telling that to myself. Just in case i got too attached to it. Alhamdulillah, my song is doing well, in the Bandung Indie Charts. It's been three weeks, and its currently at number 2. I'm happy.. though I must say The biggest thrill was still three weeks ago when i found out that the song was in the chart (at number 8). I felt, that iteself is already a miracle.
But then, so what now? What if I make it to number 1? It's 'just' an Indie chart. Seems like it didn't make it to the Jakarta chart (maybe not yet?). And then what? Honestly, I don't know. But all i know is that life goes on. There's this kind of anti-climax feeling. I feel grateful, but i know its another life. Not my real life, cuz in my real life, i got to do this darn night shift tonight.
I feel easily irritable lately.
I miss elia
I better get some sleep.
I came across this while reading a magazine:
A man would spend $2 on a $1 object for something he needs
A woman would spend $1 on a $2 object for somthing that she doesnt need
I'm inclined to agree.
Anyway. I'm sleepy. Worked night shift last night (11pm-7am), another night shift tonight, and tomorrow night. I had to refure another night shift for Monday, cause, Ridwan, for those who know me well.. is sooo NOT a nocturnal creature. The day's been draggy, had a 4 hours sleep in since 8am but its just not the same. Still feel considerably weakened. Why do i even bother to take this job? I ask myself EACH time i go to work. But i like night shift, cause there are no supervisors breathing down my neck. And the fact that i'd never miss my Fajr prayers. The irony, I'm more willing to be awake in the wee hours in the morning for money, but it feels harder to do so for God. I should make it a habit to wake up in the morning. Mornings are wonderful. I note that as i stroll lazily home from work. There is a sense of rebirth eventhough I'm dog-tired. Its very up-lifting for the spirit, and the people i meet on the streets seems to be friendlier in the morning. Maybe its because early risers look forward to their days, and therefore more positive than US late-risers. Thus, waking up in morning is also an Attitude towards life. Maybe I'm looking into this to deep. By the way, when i say morning, i meant Fajr time-Sunrise. I consider 8am to be late.
Last Friday, I got my Taxi-Driving License. I'm officially Ridwan, your friendly and helpful taxi driver. Maybe I start driving next Wednesday. I paid $660 for the course, took the test and got the job. All i need to do is pick a depot from where I'll 'bail' the car. The time table is flexible, the income is good, and you are your own boss. But the hotel is busy at the moment, and i'd rather work in the hotel cause its more consistent. But since I'm just a casual housekeeper, sometimes life's just not fair, when the hotel is quiet, there's no work, and the management forgets that you exist.
I still go to school, btw. Last time I check, it's still student VISA on my passsport. I overloaded my last 3 Semesters, as a result, I nearly completed the course and this semester I only need to go to uni 1 and-a-half days per week. My final semester is like an extended holiday, but this 'free' time is cruicial for my future. I hope i'll make full use of it.
I've been dreaming for a 'proper' job. I've worked as ....*counting*.... too many odd jobs to mention within the last 3-4 years, while I'm grateful fot the experience and the obvious benefits (Alhamdulillah). I'm scared that I wont improve. I want (don't we all do?) Something thats related to my course. But i have to be patient.
On the other hand, there's the life of ridwan, the aspiring artist. "It's not the real life" I kept telling that to myself. Just in case i got too attached to it. Alhamdulillah, my song is doing well, in the Bandung Indie Charts. It's been three weeks, and its currently at number 2. I'm happy.. though I must say The biggest thrill was still three weeks ago when i found out that the song was in the chart (at number 8). I felt, that iteself is already a miracle.
But then, so what now? What if I make it to number 1? It's 'just' an Indie chart. Seems like it didn't make it to the Jakarta chart (maybe not yet?). And then what? Honestly, I don't know. But all i know is that life goes on. There's this kind of anti-climax feeling. I feel grateful, but i know its another life. Not my real life, cuz in my real life, i got to do this darn night shift tonight.
I feel easily irritable lately.
I miss elia
I better get some sleep.
wan wan, nomer 2 wan!!!!
Posted by
budi |
8:47 AM
congrats on so many things. getting the taxi license, nearly finishing uni, and the song...wow...well done! by the way, i'm still annoyed at you and sidqie for not wanting to see the gay cowboy flick with me *pouts*
Posted by
Nasya |
10:50 AM
About the two gay cowboys movie..really sorry nasya. If it were about two lesbian cowgirls tho......(just kidding ,just kidding) .. aaaaanyway .. i still owe you one movie ticket. Remind me k?
Posted by
ridwan |
9:37 PM