Transfers. :)

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Written on 6/08/2009 08:19:00 PM by Jasper12.01u

Hehe as you guys can see this is one of those catch up blog posts...


I transferred departments today, scroll down if you want to read the details why.
This may just be one of my happiest days. :)


I now realize that maybe corporate banking just ain't for me.
But as for risk management??? I LOVE it!!!
Plus I got an A for the subject at school haha! :D :D :D

1:28 PM 6/3/2009


I've been meaning to post for so long but all this internship thingy has really been getting in the way.

I'm actually pretty lucky as I get to go home (or rather was convinced to go home) at the appropriate time (5 PM) than some--if not all--of the people in the office.
One of them told me this morning that they were pretty fortunate to have gone home at 8 PM last night because usually they'd go home at 10-11PM.[!!!]
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(*0*) is supposedly a shocked emoticon


I was at first a bit reluctant to go home at 5, as nobody had gone home yet, but my parents convinced me that:
1. I'm just an intern first of all
2. I don't get paid overtime
3. Who's gonna go home with me if I were late?!

Anyways, I don't think I'm very much suited to this company. Maybe it's the department—I really hope it is!—I don't know. But I've never been this shy and quiet around people before...

Heck my friends iDescribed me on facebook as being cheerful, funny, and extroverted! Shy and quiet just don't translate into Intan Alasdair!

I can't wait to get transferred soon! If I were to stay here for three more months I think I'll be scarred my whole life. LOL.

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Speaking of scarring experiences--if there is such a term btw--yesterday I had to suffer one! Well not really actually, as I didn't actually see the whole accident and stuff but it was still pretty scary...

So my driver, who's only been working for two weeks and totally SUCKED at driving btw, BAILED on me and my family. He just said he resigned, end of story, no reasons or explanations.
Well I say, "Good riddance!" We never liked him anyway.

But him leaving actually had a downside which is that it left my dad and I with no other means of transporting other than public transportation.
I went to his office yesterday which isn't very far from mine by bus. It was a 5 minute ride and costed the normal bus fare of Rp2.000--it shoulda been Rp1,500 as it's a very short distance lol!

From there we got on an ojek, kinda like a taxi but on mopeds, to the Tanah Abang station to board a train to Pondok Ranji.
And we did.
We boarded that train, an express and business class too at that, and before long we were already at Palmerah...when the train stopped.

People were confused as the train wasn't supposed to stop anywhere; it was supposed to take us straight to Pondok Ranji.

Not long after we stopped the train officers pushed through the crowd to try to get to the back of the train. My dad asked one of them as they shoved their way through about what was happening.

"A moped hit us," he said.

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As soon as he said that people were reaching for their cellphones to call home. We could tell that was gonna take VERY long. And it did.

I thought to myself for a minute before realizing that I was disrespecting the dead, "Stupid mopeds and your rule breaking look where you have gotten yourselves into: DEATH! And now I have to go home late..."

We actually stopped two more times after that, and everytime we asked the officers who jostled through us to get to the back, it turned out that it was because of that accident.

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I imagined the conversation that was going on back there.

"Yo what's holding us up?!"
"Man, that guy's arm still stuck somewhere and it's clogging the wheel!"
"Oh man!"
"Hey there it is! Phew!"
"Whoa cool watch! Let's sell it and split the profit!"


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Anyways, today is both Hasbi's and Farrah's birthdaaaaaaayy!!! :D
Hooray!!!
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Happy birthday my loves.

Today is a very special day, for the LORD SWT has chosen it for two of the most special people in my life and in my heart to be born on.
So let us rejoice in prayers and gratitude for the Almighty GOD for letting us celebrate it this year.
And may GOD SWT let us experience it again in the years to come.

You're one year older.
And I hope one year wiser.

You have yet to see the long road ahead of you and I wish you the best of luck.
Your journeys have just begun,
Farra with starting uni life,
and Hasbi with you last year of uni...

I will be there for you all the way always.
And GOD SWT will be there too. :)

Gotta get back to WOOOORRRKK!!!

:)

3:09 PM 6/3/2009

Spendings and Signs.

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Written on 5/23/2009 05:23:00 PM by Jasper12.01u

4:35 PM 5/23/2009


Earlier this morning my mom raided my wallet for a monthly financial audit.

We were shocked. Literally SHOCKED!!!

I had spent both of my savings account to almost 1% of its original amount the beginning of the month. Literally.

Man, I am SO DEAD!!!

But looking back I did make a lot of purchases using the cards.

I used it on outfits, to buy cellphone credits, to buy books, to eat, to take out cash to put in my wallet, etc etc.

Man I am such a spender!!!

And looking back to my blog posts or my tweets or my fb status updates, I shoulda seen it coming.
It was so often that I tweeted/wrote that I splurged on this and that.
Why can't I hold myself back??!!!

*sigh*

I feel so bad for my parents.

What am I gonna do?

Today and yesterday alone I went crazy and had 4 major purchases.



This is really getting out of control.

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On a happier note, today after we (the family that is) had gone to UI so that I could borrow some books for finals, we went to Farra's cram school to pick her up.

We then performed salat at a nearby mosque where my dad's shoes were stolen so we went and bought him new ones at a nearby shopping center.
I had had a bad feeling about this--leaving the shoes unattended. But we prayed there times before and it was alright.
We were SO wrong.

It was just plain ridiculous that someone could perform such unseemly things at such a holy place.

Anyways, we went to Pondok Indah Mall afterwards to have lunch at Tokigawa Resto where the food ain't that good I'm telling you,







and then we went shopping.

This is when I lost control again.

Damn it.

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GOALS FOR SELF:

Be a betterBe a GOOD financial planner

1. Save money
Put a minimum of Rp3.000,- in piggy bank EVERY day.

2. Restrain from spending more than Rp100.000,- a month

Not included transportation costs to and from Depok/Thamrin but includes everything else otherwise.

3. STICK TO GOALS
With the Name of THE MOST GRACIOUS, THE MOST MERCIFUL. Ya ALLAH please give me strength to not follow my lust or gluttony after pretty, shiny things. Amin yaa ROBBal aalamiin.

5:19 PM 5/23/2009

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5:24 PM 5/23/2009

Oh yea before I forgot. We (my mom, my sisters and I) found this sign at this gas station in BSD when we were on our way to the airport to pick up my dad on Thursday.

LOL.

Under the No Smoking sign were a list of cigarette prices.
And yes they sell cigarettes at the gas station.

Of all the irony.

5:25 PM 5/23/2009

Fats.

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Written on 4/04/2009 03:00:00 PM by Jasper12.01u


I've been crying.
And I still am.

I think this is my lowest point.
I've never felt so ugly in my life.

Every girl must have felt ugly
even just for once in their lifetime.
If you haven't most probably you will later.
Like what I go through now.

I can't even stand to look myself in the mirror.
I am disgusted.
Embarassed.

I'm not the kind that you call beautiful.
I was always just cute.
Never pretty enough.

And cute in guy lingo means that some think you're attractive
while most think you're not.

I just got home from my dermatologist,
for what I imagined was the weekly facial,
but this time it was different.

"Those aren't pimples in your face," the doctor said.
"Those are fats."
"Fats?!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, fats."
"Just do what you have to remove them, doc," I said firmly.
And now I'm thinking whether I would regret the choice
for the rest of my life.

I literally look like a monster;
as if a thousand needles have punctured my face,
leaving them red and bleeding holes,
and I'm afraid they would never close.

I'm ugly enough as it is.
Please stop.

The process was like hell.
And now I look like hell too.
I am so afraid the scars would still remain,
leaving me ugly for the rest of my life.

And I don't think even Hasbi,
or any potential future lovers,
current admirers,
would overlook the ugly me
even if it's just temporary.

I cut aikido class today.
Something that I actually enjoy very much.
All because I was ashamed of this face,
apart from being scared that the scars will open again
from aikido maneuvers and being thrown on the mattress,
leaving me a bleeding and wounded beast.

I am just plain scared.