I stumbled upon one of my friend's Facebook notes regarding a person that has treated her so badly. In one unimaginable way that I thought only happened in sinetron. And after all the shenanigans this 'difficult person' pulled, she reaped her 'reward'.
Sweet, sweet revenge, huh, C? Especially when justice is served without having yourself included in the blooded battle. That is what the church may call, victorious. ^^v.
I don't believe in karma but I do believe in the saying of 'treat other like you want to be treated'. Because really, never will we know in what form a 'help' can come in our way. Which is what I found out as well this week, about a person who invisibly supported a friend in need.
Just like any typical week, I spent my Monday/Tuesday hanging out with my ex-colleague, Miss S, for lunch. She was telling me that she called our old office to speak to Mr. A, the legal director, asking for some sort of work related help. Not long after they talk nonsense, Mr. A asked her, "So, how's work? You like it there? How's Mr. B going?"
Mr. B used to work in our old office, but in a different era. Miss S, without any suspicion answered that Mr. B is alright and that she's is pretty settling in to the new office.
"I'm glad I could help." Mr. A said.
Miss S told me that she suddenly sense something weird from the statement, "What do you mean, Pak?"
"Lho, it was me who called Mr. B and hooked you two girls up for interview with him after the layoff."
What? It was him?! Mr. A who is typically acting ignorant about work and we sometime tease for his porn-joke? Mr. A who even didn't acknowledge us when we were beyond our mind that day? He was the one who promoted us to Mr. B?
Right after I got my pink slip, I received a text message (exactly on the next day) from Mr. B asking for my CV and proposing for interview. I just directly assumed that it was my ex-HOR that inform Mr. B about our condition. Both Miss S and I never got a chance to confirm who was it and we both just assumed it was one of the research people we know through out two years in the company. Little did we realize that Mr. A was the one who thinking about us and acted fast. And little did he know that my spirit was lifted a little higher that day. I get this 'out-of-jail/unemployment' card pretty fast, huh!
Oh well, so the story ends happily. I got a chance for an interview and realised that the job wasn't for me but it fit Miss S like gloves. While me, here I am, fully content that being nice to people that other may not think earns the respect, while sometime could be undervalued, is actually one of the treasured character.
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Leonora's 78th birthday
Today is my Oma's birthday and my aunties are pulling some crowd from Oma's choir and tend us an afternoon service in our family's headquarter.
It was fun to say the least. You can learn so much from this specific bunch of people. Like how much they know about Chairil Anwar's life and death, how they read the song before singing it (then my brother told me he'd realized it was Ada Band's song?) or how old people past the age of 70 still flirt with each other.
(Hoho, now I need to stop).
Oma is one little lady. Her name is Leonora but her family calls her Toet. In Dutch it means little. My brother and I made fun of it when we were much younger. We called her Oma Toet Toet which sounded like those children song about the train and laughed like crazy. It is not so funny though, now.
Up until I was in high school Oma still went everywhere riding that crazy Metromini. However, she was one hell of a driver herself, I heard, back when my father and his sisters were kids. My father comes from big family of seven siblings but Oma could fit all of them in one tiny soap car (I'm so bad with car type) then she drove away like today's 'angkot' driver. I also heard that it was where we, the Toisuta ladies inherit our driving skill from.
My Oma is one religious lady. She took me to a separate room every year during my birthday to pray. Usually at 6PM because she said it was my birth time. She is a total opposite of my late Opa. Opa was not religious but very charming. It is either that or may be I just need an older man attention (hoho) but if Oma is beside him, she seems non-existent. All of my childhood memories about her is the one that we spent only the two of us with no other person in sight.
But I know she loves Opa so very much. She told me once that she and Opa would write to each other during the war time. But since her mother (my great-grand mother) is against the relationship, she would write his name in code:
1 3 0 1 3
My Opa name is Bob, a short for Robert.
When Opa died back in 2006, she suddenly suffered dementia. She would call me another name (usually my aunt's name). She would misplace things. She would looked at me and shocked why I'm doing around while I've been there all along. But as time passed, it heals and she is back to her tiny sweet lady she has always been.
So today she's 78th. Growing up I've always been respecting her, but now I admire her for what she has done for her family. Especially her unfailing love for her children and husband. I could only pray that my life would be half as good as hers so I could passed on to my own grandchildren the love I've received from her.
It was fun to say the least. You can learn so much from this specific bunch of people. Like how much they know about Chairil Anwar's life and death, how they read the song before singing it (then my brother told me he'd realized it was Ada Band's song?) or how old people past the age of 70 still flirt with each other.
(Hoho, now I need to stop).
Oma is one little lady. Her name is Leonora but her family calls her Toet. In Dutch it means little. My brother and I made fun of it when we were much younger. We called her Oma Toet Toet which sounded like those children song about the train and laughed like crazy. It is not so funny though, now.
Up until I was in high school Oma still went everywhere riding that crazy Metromini. However, she was one hell of a driver herself, I heard, back when my father and his sisters were kids. My father comes from big family of seven siblings but Oma could fit all of them in one tiny soap car (I'm so bad with car type) then she drove away like today's 'angkot' driver. I also heard that it was where we, the Toisuta ladies inherit our driving skill from.
My Oma is one religious lady. She took me to a separate room every year during my birthday to pray. Usually at 6PM because she said it was my birth time. She is a total opposite of my late Opa. Opa was not religious but very charming. It is either that or may be I just need an older man attention (hoho) but if Oma is beside him, she seems non-existent. All of my childhood memories about her is the one that we spent only the two of us with no other person in sight.
But I know she loves Opa so very much. She told me once that she and Opa would write to each other during the war time. But since her mother (my great-grand mother) is against the relationship, she would write his name in code:
1 3 0 1 3
My Opa name is Bob, a short for Robert.
When Opa died back in 2006, she suddenly suffered dementia. She would call me another name (usually my aunt's name). She would misplace things. She would looked at me and shocked why I'm doing around while I've been there all along. But as time passed, it heals and she is back to her tiny sweet lady she has always been.
So today she's 78th. Growing up I've always been respecting her, but now I admire her for what she has done for her family. Especially her unfailing love for her children and husband. I could only pray that my life would be half as good as hers so I could passed on to my own grandchildren the love I've received from her.
hop and I'll catch
I just realize that I'm quite protective over my friend last night, at Pancious, waiting for my #22 to pick me up from the porch where I keep on replaying some certain of conversation inside.
I had small reunion, btw, catching up with some good friends from high school, and some not really nice people apparently. Anywho, we were talking about few of our closest friend and they surely knows how close I am with my bestfriend, D, about whom one of the girl start talking trash.
I didn't realize how sad it was, when I started feeling so mad about it. No one can say those things about D, well no one except me..
For a moment there I remember whatever the trash-talk girl spoke, I had thought about it. But, I learned to accept it and I love her.
While I don't think TTG does.
It's quite an irony having another person to speak your mind only to disagree with it. Ah still, I don't believe it's quite right if people need other people approval to speak their own mind.
Anywho, it was a quite warm dinner if not for TTG with plates go round, lots of picture and re-living the best friend I had found half a decade ago. Until then.
I had small reunion, btw, catching up with some good friends from high school, and some not really nice people apparently. Anywho, we were talking about few of our closest friend and they surely knows how close I am with my bestfriend, D, about whom one of the girl start talking trash.
I didn't realize how sad it was, when I started feeling so mad about it. No one can say those things about D, well no one except me..
For a moment there I remember whatever the trash-talk girl spoke, I had thought about it. But, I learned to accept it and I love her.
While I don't think TTG does.
It's quite an irony having another person to speak your mind only to disagree with it. Ah still, I don't believe it's quite right if people need other people approval to speak their own mind.
Anywho, it was a quite warm dinner if not for TTG with plates go round, lots of picture and re-living the best friend I had found half a decade ago. Until then.
that flaming stuff
I hate clubs, well, just admit it now and we shall move on.
But, people loves clubs, unlike me. It doesn't mean I'm more self righteous (need to work on that.. but..), I just don't.
I finally fulfill my promise, meaning I'm in no one debt, to uncle T and go out with him for drink while he's still in town. It was one interesting evening, though, I must say. The one fill with light to medium-rare gossips, 80s music and flaming shoots. I just hope that.. we're next door :)
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