Orang Indonesia terkenal dengan time management yang ngaret. Memang tidak semua orang, tapi hampir semuanya. Apalagi remaja Indonesia yang masih berdarah muda, belum mengenal dunia kerja, mereka masih menikmati budaya telat dan ngaret. Kalau tidak dibenai dari sekarang, terus kapan? Harus menunggu dipecat dua atau tiga kali dari perusahaan karena tidak bisa tepat waktu, seperti itu?
Kadang iri dengan orang yang dilahirkan dengan talenta murni, seperti musisi, pelukis, atlit, enterpreneur, dan banyak lainnya. Sedangkan bagaimana dengan orang yang tidak difasilitasi untuk berkarya sejak kecil, apakah mereka masih punya kesempatan? Jawabannya pasti relatif, tergantung pada individu masing-masing.
My management time was really bad. Khususnya minggu ini, jadwal yang udah tertara rapi berantakan hanya karena satu penyakit yang gak bisa disembuhkan oleh hipnoterapi atau dokter manapun: malas. Selain malas, ada mager; males gerak. Selain mager, ada lagi bisikan setan di kepala "Nanti aja dikerjainnya, sekarang dienak-enakin dulu." Nanti dan nanti sampai H-satu jam, baru deh bergerak cepat persis kayak tikus dikejar kucing.
You know what, guys. Recently aku sibuk banget sampai gak sempet ngurus blog. Sebenernya banyaaak banget yang pengen dibagi disini. Tapi karena saya masih terikat kontrak dengan sebuah proyek, jadi itulah sebabnya saya jarang update. Eh, jangankan ngurus blog, ngurus keadaan kamar kosan aja gak becus. Baju kotor numpuk di keranjang dan selalu nyetrika malem jam duabelasan gitu. Sedih 'kan?
What's your ambition in life? If you hear that question, do you have words enough to answer it? Tell me.
People down, people screw up, they give up and move on. Times
go fast, people doesn't change. We're grow up but trapped in unknown and
unrealized conditions. People said and screamed, "Be Free!!! Be
Free!!"
They didn't know human have their own limit. God has been create
the stories of us. We should not give a holy shit. Judging stupid thing,
complaining simple thing, and let go every single chance we have.
Sweet things called love. Damn with it. Only first beginner
of lover said that dirty thing. People who figure it out, that there's more
important that some virus called monkey love. Every people have their own
purpose and mission in order to the reason why they have to keep alive. Even
they have to more competitive and do sacrifice to get what they wants.
But people give their best shoot. They did their best even had to fall down hundred times, give up thousand times, then woke up again and face the world. Past and experiences would be the best teacher in life. Brokenhearted was the one who push you up and flew you to the sky. (lid)