Thursday, 17 December 2009

not so precious (pre-birthday) moments

Previously i have once owned a beauty blog called vintagebarbie something. Let me now call that dead as it's been months since my last posting. It's not because of my love to makeup has disappeared all of a sudden. It's because I am tired of people constantly, blatantly (,and arbitrarily) accussing me for being not so serious in my study regarding my makeup infatuation. And thanks to my latest result, it prove them right. I got 56 for my professional writing. Just a little bit above the pass. You may call me anything. dumb, moron, flathead, brainless, whatever. It had broken me down for days. No joke folks. It's been two weeks and yet I haven't seen any chance of forgetting it. haha.

Secondly(let me mimic academic essay writing just for once, to express my love and hate about it), I really can't be happy at this moment. It's been 3 months since i've applied for an internship at Metro TV, a well-known and highly distinguished TV station in Indonesia. I've got a really nice response from the lady of Human Resource Department who said that I could work straight in December. She brings me hope everytime i called. Everyone praises me for my confidence and luck. My family cannot stop telling the good news to their relatives. "Natasya is going to work in a prestigious TV station! Be sure to watch her when she gets on TV!HAHA"

Metro TV used to be my only source of happiness. If only the lady hadn't neglected me last week, I could have worked there by now. Sorry mom. You said that I need to be patient on my way to success, but this is going too far. The lady never finds me eventhough I am now in Jakarta. She promised to get me in, but she just neglects me. She didn't come on the day we're supposed to meet. She didn't pick her phone up. She didn't reply my messages. She didn't come to work. And now I couldn't speak to her. Beautiful. I wanna slap her.

Coz we're going to Singapore on Dec 26th, i decided to start working in January. And until now, she hasn't called me. fuck. Idk what's going to happen.

My dear friends,
I've decided to start writing again. I am sure you guys would not bother reading a frustrating confession of a girl who gets P for her writing, but it's always better writing your problems off than crying over them for weeks rite?

Let me die for now,
Natasya
XX

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