Which one matters?
It's been a while (again) I kinda "give up" writing. Sounds like a smoker who wanna give up smoking but everyday, can't resist the temptation to think how nice it would be if he/she could light some cigs. Well, in my case, of course I wasn't thinking about smoking!! Come on!! =) I was thinking about how nice it would be if I have enough time to write something, anything, everything... about life, friends, happenings, perfect strangers that I observe, etc. etc. But unfortunately, I don't have that luxury which allows me to write as much as I read (or have been reading?!?!) during this semester, my last semester for this degree (wooo...sounds unimaginable, huh?!?!), or perhaps my last official semester in life (well, I don't think of taking another course in the near future). And you know me well enough to realise that I always cannot stop writing as soon as I start it, he he...
Some of my friends asked me why I hadn't written anything anymore here. Yea, I know...I've missed good moments to be freezed in a form of my expressions at that very moment. Last week, when I was looking for a card, I found the journal I wrote when I was in Jakarta. Strangely enough, I didn't remember the details I wrote there, I didn't remember I've ever experienced the things I was talking about there, and I didn't even remember having ever written the story in such a detailed manner. And that's a good thing...writing something in details since our days, or I should say my days, are not recorded the way movies are produced where you can always play your favourite movies again and again, despite the pervasiveness of surveillance cameras here. Hey, may be I can go to every company or institution that puts those cameras on, ask them for the scenes where I can be located easily, stick them together....and whoalla!!! I got an almost complete picture of my days here without having to write in details anymore, hehehe...you wish...
Anyway...before I go on and on and on...rambling on about this and that...I was only thinking to write about this little conversation I had with one of my friends from China, on the tram, on our way back home. In the last few years, I've come into conclusion that it's not where you are that matters... but with whom you are. It's been quite satisfying my curiousity about why most of the time, if not everytime, I'm at home, I feel like going out and doing something fun under the sun (well, may be it's not a good idea to think about doing something fun under the sun in indo, too hot and humid and polluted). But why then when I'm finally outside, I can also, sometime, miss the comfort that I can only feel when I'm at home? Is it only me who's being complicated? Guess not. I've heard this kind of stuffs from few other people too. So the answer should be...whenever you are, you need to be with the "right" persons. I mean...when you're at home, you need to be with persons who are lively enough to be able to "replicate" (ughh...thanks to too much IBF this week that I now sound like a lecture note) the fun of being outside. And when you're outside, you also need to be with persons whom you're comfortable with to be able to sense the same comfort as you do at home.
But you know what I heard from my friend on the tram? She said, "It doesn't matter where you live as long as you have a job." That's true! I can't imagine how I can live without having a job, which worries me so much at the moment. But what about my idea of the needs to be with the right persons? But...if I go further about what my friend said...isn't it also true that where you work will, to some extent, determine who's gonna be around you for at least one-third of your time in a day? So...which one are you after, primarily at least? Right persons or job?
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