Salam everyone,
Selamat Hari Raya! Though I know it's rather late to say.
I've changed my blogskin and accidentally deleted all the links and codes. Looks like I have to search for it all over again.
Raya has been okay. I work half-day during the first Raya. It's because of the double pay. Anyway, my raya always starts in the noon. Thus, I work till noon. Muslim customers thought I don't celebrate it while non-muslim customers was shocked to see me work during this special occasion. I honestly told them I work because of the double pay. And this uncle laughed, "Haha...it's hard to you to get a boyfriend then." I was curious, "Why is that so?" "Because you are looking for the money." I nod my hate and said, "Of course."
I got a boyfriend anyway but I hate to say this, money is important too. Just like what rich dad said, "Money is not the most important thing in life but money does affect everything that is important."
Look at what just happened to United States and Europe, now it's affecting Singapore. How can US not be in a great debt of trillion of dollars when they are also trillions of retired baby boomers in which the government promise to support? I am not pretty confident they will fulfilled with their promise. I am not trying to say that government never fulfill promise but as a citizens, we must not be too dependant on them financially. They are also humans, unable to avoid making mistakes.
In 2009, getting the right job is pretty slim. Irwan and I will be working full time next year and hoping to get a suitable job. I wanted to become a teacher after graduating. However, I decided not to go to that path yet. The reason is if I cannot speak well, I cannot communicate with the students. I had in mind to work in a marketing or sales person based, so that I can brush up my communication skills and be confident talking to strangers. I want everyone listen to what I have to say with interest, not because they are force to. If I can polish that communication skills, then I wish to become a teacher. I don't wish to become one whom students sleeps while I teaching. I don't wish to become one if I don't change their educational and social life. I don't wish to become an educator in which students are force to learn. Because I am a student, I know how it feels to be stuck in a room of four walls.
Last semester, I never like Operating System. But because Mr.Rizal makes the lesson so interesting, I always looking forward going to class despite my non-favourite module. His lesson has always been inspiring and entertaining. That's what motivates us. That's where we learn new things without we forcing ourselves to learn.
Certificate is just like a passport. An entry to get a job. But what are you going to do in that job, is the life of whole new chapter, the beginning. In my heart, I know I will never get a job as an educator straight after graduation because I don't do academically well in my poly years. But I will be and fight for that position. Interview is all about marketing yourselves and fighting for your life for that job. It's not about what your have achieve in the past but what you will do best for the company (future). If I talking rot, please don't remind me because I blog what I currently feel.
Sometimes, before I went to sleep, I day dream. I dream establishing the business school (just like the Apprentice), big business and charitable organization. At certain times, out of the sudden Carmelia and I will just randomly say about our dream and how it going to be. How the shop is going to look like, is that location suitable. The rental, the space. How are we going to recruit? What our image is going to be like. Will the school is acceptable by public and govt? Etc. We may not do well in school, but we continue to dream because it's our passion that drives us to achieve our dream. No one can stop that except fate. Uncertainties do struck us, but we keep on going.
I hope that before I get married, I will fulfilled at least one of those dreams because I want my child to grow up seeing me being already successful rather that seeing me, tired old lady still on the way climbing up the corporate ladder instead of owning it.
Alright then, I type too much. Full STOP.
Salam,
Rohani
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