Side Notes

3 in One

i was on the way home from office. these few days train as my main transport have a break down after so many year of service. it could be both train or the track.

i did see at glance the clip showing how they maintain all the trains and tracks few months back on tv. from cleaning the tracks, checking on breaking system or just to polish the wheels.

then i went down to the platform, first train came, everybody rush in and i decided to wait for next one, but this train door was not closing for few minutes. unusual thing happen at this time of rush hour.

come across my mind that the train will have a problem like few days ago then suddenly i was thinking to cut my hair, but decided to give a train another chance.

then come next train, i went in and get into the other side of door. just few second into the train, a speaker announces that it will be delayed. the train was packed with many people. i waited for awhile.

tik… tik.. tok..! an minutes i guess.

i called my mom, whether she has an dinner already or cook at home. she said, “she did not cook but going to have dinner with my sis”. and we chat for awhile. “I was in the train on the way home”, i said. that end our conversation, took around 30 to 45 seconds.

tik.. tok… tik.. tok.. another minutes of waiting.

suddenly i was afraid of breathless, no enough oxygen to take. i probably have an anxiety of a small room.

there was a time when i was exactly on the same position, the other side of open door. in one station, everybody was rushing-in like no care and i was kind of try to protect my self to stretch my hand to give me a space between me and other. in seconds the door suppose to close but it did not, i was decisive enough to get out of that train.

“excuse me.. can you give a way.. excuse me”.. i was so relieved when i was out.

this was the exact stand where we all shouted and jumped

a fun experience, i went to MTV World Stage concerts in Malaysia with friends and we got special tickets, it was in first row which was really close to the bands, we stood up, jumped and shouted all night long, thats what they expected as a front row crowd, Everybody.!! make a noise!!.

there was Hoobastank, Pixie Lott, Boys Like Girls, The All-American Rejects, Estranged, Kasabian, Raygun.

it was fun and i was not afraid of losing my breath on packed crowd because they limit the crowd and there was a space between crowd and the fence, and the fence with other crowd at the second row. secure enough so they will not climb across and make a mess. beside there were security personals so i did not need to check the fence.

i was really thinking about all bad possibilities there. uncontrolled crowd, no security personal and weak fences between crowd will probably need to avoid for me. i was afraid if they climb over and that row will be packed and i will probably will stuck in the center of the crowd with lack of oxygen

back to this night, i decided to get out of train and cut my hair and taking bus back home.

i am glad with my decision.three tasks were done indirectly in this single event.
first// tidy up my hair earlier than expected
second//my decision making is improved in speed and satisfaction.
third// prevent my self stuck in an uneasy situation.

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Side Notes

a single decision bring new story

I woke up earlier this morning, but after 30 minutes my eyes was going to sleep again. I have to serve this morning I said to my self and it still like 2 hours before 9 in the morning to take a shower, so I decided to sleep again.

Bad decision! I woke up with heavy eyes, like a sleepless night, with all the body seem to be too tired to get up.

Dragging my body up to my cupboard and choose a shirt and damn! it is not iron yet. I walk lazily to extension room near bath room to just switch on the iron and then I took a bath.

Brushing my teeth with my favorite toothpaste while sitting on toilet bowl, multitasking. It was the best thing to do in the morning, man.

Suddenly I remembered my conversation with my friend, in that conversation I did talk about my wrong major I took in university and that decision bring me here.

After graduated, I went home for helping my Dad and try to work in jakarta for about a year and then decided to come to singapore.

That major in Art (suppose to be engineering) I took in malaysia that give me a chance to come here as the field is more widely needed and a certificate I obtained from there gave a little lift-up and of course all projects I did every semester in university time. It was like every subject for every project but out of 5, one will be the major one in every semester.

Mostly I took care of the project and my friend do the documentation and presentation as I was weak in these both skills. This was when I really struggled in my final year where I had to write up for my own individual project.

Dissertation and presentation are another important parts in every project, I took it for granted. A good one could lift up the project on overall view and a not-so-good will influence in overall perspectives.

And in one particular semester, there was one smart girl in the class, that time she approached me to work on one project, I didn’t mind. She did the documentation, presentation and manual, I was not please with the design of the manual when it comes out, so i asked “but, how are you going to explain this?” , “Let’s meet our lecturer” she urged. I was amazed when she present it to our lecturer. the way she explained just make sense, I thought the design was not so good, but it was something new she brought out of usual way, the way she explain was matter the most. I learned something from her.

I think,
“Every decision leads to different story.

It was probably a single major decision we had made and with many minor ones that either embrace it or no at all.

Every decision will make a interesting story or just an ordinary simple one.

We decide.

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