Should you always agree with ur boss?

That what was written in the slide just now. I am presently in the class of Organizational Behavior. Despite of how boring this class sometimes, some of the questions raised are pretty intriguing, including that particular one:

Should you always agree with your boss?

I would say no since I argued a lot of times with my bosses during my period of working in IBM or even before that. (yes-yes, my colleagues can testify for this :p)
Yet, when I think further, it is may partially true that I tend to listen to my boss more before I stated my opinion whereas with friends I may not do the same thing. Yes, I listen to my friends, though not at the same way as with my bosses, I think.

Why is it so? Mmmm..

This makes me think on the process of answering & the result of personality tests that I have just taken several days ago, for the purpose of this class. While some people took merely a little amount of time to answer lists of questions on those tests, it took me ages only to do one test!

It is quite interesting to realize that my personality at work and family-social life could be so different. I found myself often frowning and thinking which answer I should pick because for me it all depends on the situation, whether it is at work or not.

For example, I am pretty much organized and tend to let others to lead. However, at home I can be very messy; with my friends, I am often to be in the position of leading and decision-maker.

Thus, when the result came out, some friends told me that I am not even near what my personality traits describe. It does not surprise me at all since I am also confused. hehhehe..

How about you?

Does my writing confuse you? :)

Rentrer en France!

Triste et heureuse.. c'est un peu mixte..

J'étais un peu triste de revenir ici mais après quelques jours, ça va mieux. J'adore NYC mais ce n'est malheureusement pas la ville où je peux rester cette année. Je dois rentrer à Grenoble, en France, pour continuer mes études car le nouveau semestre va bientôt commencer.

J'essaie de me réadapter à ma vie en France... mais avec le Ramadhan, je vous assure que ce n'est pas facile. Mais, je vais essayer plus fort.

Bon, c'est presque 3 heures du matin et je suis encore ici...

Seule, dans mon appartement, à Grenoble..

A slap in my face

I just got a slap in my face!

My bestfriend's dad passed away last nite. This happened so quickly.. and I felt numb. If I feel numb, imagine how she must have felt.

For numerous reasons, this wakes me up. It forces me to think:
1. What I have done with my life
2. What I will do if this happens to me as well while am not at home in Indonesia
3. How (good/bad) I have been with my friends

Well, the first two questions will take me ages to answer. But one thing for sure, I can answer question number three pretty quickly. I HAVE NOT BEEN A GOOD FRIEND LATELY TO MY DEAR FRIENDS. I have been neglecting them for quite sometime. This will be highly supported by them, I guess if ever they read this, they will cheer for what I have just said (right Des? right Far? :p).

No worries dears, I am widely awake now. As Desy said, everything happens for a reason. And I am sorry Des, for using ur grief & sadness as a reason for me to realise this.

Will I get a welcome-back-hug from you guys?? :)

Love????

Love, really????

In the middle of the whole drinking experience on the other night (yeah right, like that was the first :p), I realise what is really important in my life. It might sound cheesy, especially since it comes from me, a person that literally (yes, literally!), push people away just for the sake of nothing (mmm.. I made myself sounds so bitchy here).

Back into the track, I realise that I still need love..
Geez, I can't believe I just said that! In any other chance I would totally erase or just (pretend to) forget about this, but since it's the biggest enlightment (ever! :p), I would just have to humbly accept it.

Yes, I do need love. And I can't believe how I actually crave for it.
Damn, this is such a revelation and embarassement for me to admit, so please just bear with it, for my sake at least!

In order to let myself fully grasp what actually happened just now, I won't share the details. Sorry folks, I know how you love those juicy details, but I am not ready to make a confession, not just yet :)

But one thing that I can assure you of, I will try my best from now on not to mock on other people's opinion anymore on how they feel about love, no matter how ridiculous I think they are or were.

I guess love touches people in a weird strange way in any possible time.
In my case, it was so sudden. Come on, in a middle of a drinking time? People would just say that I was drunk!

Love does has its own way.. one thing or another..

One big happy family

Daddy: Darin - African American
Mommy: Marilyn - White American
1st daughter: Arma (ME!) - Indonesian (no, it's not in Africa! it's one of the South East Asian countries, in case u're wondering where it is. Remember Bali? Bali is one of its provinces, not the other way around!)
2nd daughter: Injy - Egyptian (no, she has no relation with Cleopatra)
3rd daughter: Sam - German/Azerbaijani (her natural family is from Azerbaijan but she has lived in Germany since God knows when)

Those people are my family in NYC.

Unlike the conventional wisdom, people really are able to go along together nicely and become a family, despite the various background (ras, religion, country, education, etc). Luckily, we are all able to converse well in the same language, English. I guess this make things a bit easier, if not messier.

Let's not get carried away with the differences. Back to what I said earlier, these people are my new family. It was partly coincidence in the beginning although I won't say that I didn't see it coming. It was started as a joke when we were on the way back to NY from DC after the tiring yet eventful End of Stay Orientation. Me, Injy and Sam (sat on the back seat) were very annoyed with Darin & Marilyn for they keep changing lanes and radio channels. Yeah, it felt like a family trip somehow! I don't quite remember who initiated it but soon we started to call each other as mom, dad, and sisters. It was so outrageously funny that we kept on doing it even when we were around other people. Of course, that deserves some stares and we accepted them merrily :)

Since then, we got along even better! We shared a lot of fun.. shared a lot of laughters.. shared a lot of fun.. shared a lot of laughters.. Yeeep, you did read them over and over, because we did had A LOT OF FUN AND LAUGHTERS together!

Ups and downs together, just like a real family. What the hell am I talking about, they ARE my family. One big weird happy family and am so glad that I'm a part of it!

My two sisters unfortunately went back to their countries last week, leaving me sad and a bit lonely in this never-sleep-city. Soon, in a few days, I will fly back to France leaving my adopted mommy & daddy with their queerness alone :D

This writing is dedicated for my weird yet happy family. Hope our paths will cross again in the future, someway.. somehow..

Love you mom, love you dad, love you Injy, love you Sam!

Have you ever (romantically) loved more than one person at the same time?

A friend of mine asked me on the other day:
Have you ever (romantically) loved more than one person at the same time?

Curious on what inflicted her to ask such question, me being me of course probed her with various questions. Turned out that this friend of mine has been in love with 3 people during the same period of time. And it is still going strong at this moment, the love for every single one of them.

Is it really possible? All this time, I always thought that love has its own preference. You can love some people at the same time, but it will surely not be at the same degree of affection. Even parents, who supposedly have this unconditional love for their children, have their own favorites (although by all means they will not admit it!).

Yet, she seems to believe that her love is divided equally among her lovers. The question she threw is still there, up in the air. Every now and then it will come down and tickle my mind forcing me to stop doing whatever I am doing and encourage me to wonder on the possibilities.

I must admit that I am intrigued.. And still wondering..

Maybe someone would be able to help me with this??

Anyone??? Heeeeeeeeeeeeelllpppp..!!

OMG

OMG! I have abandoned this blog for God knows when!

I remember that I promised myself to write twice a week minimum. But somehow I managed to go back to the old habit, lazy & forgetful. I guess it's true, old habit dies hard..

Alrite then, from now on, I am going to try to hold myself from making empty promises. And I promise to put the alarm as a reminder of blogging time. (heh? Didn't I just said that I am not going to make empty promises? I should've known myself better! :P)

What made me here again? Today, I was browsing my friend's profile in Facebook (yes people, I do procrastinate by facebooking) when suddenly my eyes saw a glimpse of a blog address among those jumbling words in contact info section. Yes, it hit me, I felt guilty as charged that I immediately opened my blog. Of course, after several attempts of password. (yeah, serves me right! hahahha..)

So here I am now, in the office, in New York City, blogging instead of working.