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on April 30, 2013

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taken from LivingETC Indonesia vol. April 2013

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Resign (Bukan) Berarti Kalah

Setelah beberapa kali pindah kantor, gue menemukan satu kesamaan dari manajemen kantor: resign berarti kalah. Menyerah dari tantangan yang diberikan oleh kantor. Oleh atasan. Nggak tahan dengan presure kerjaan, atau lingkungan. Resign adalah perbuatan tercela. Kantor lu yang selanjutnya belum tentu sebaik kantor yang sekarang. Well, tidak selalu seperti itu. Karena segalanya selalu relatif tergantung di mana kamu berdiri. Bisa jadi buat management, anak-anak yang resign ini adalah mereka yang terkena seleksi alam, mereka yang nggak tahan banting dan memilih cara mudah: resign. Namun, jika kita ubah posisinya, resign tidak selalu simbol kekalahan. Toh pekerjaan hanyalah satu fase kehidupan dan manusia selalu bergerak ke depan, mencari kenyamanan untuk dirinya. Maka sebagai kelas pekerja, resign adalah pembebasan. Resign bisa berarti I know I deserve more, and if this company can't provide it, I'll find another you . Sebagai buruh, slogan kita haruslah selalu l ove your jo

TRIPL3 PLAY: Gwen Stefani-fied

I'm writing this under heavy hormonal cycles. I lost my mom. I'm unstable more than ever. I shut everyone out. Include my significant other. And things went all wrong. My words can't reach him any longer. He kills his love for me. Now I lost mom and him. I scream in my dream. I cried until throwing up. But never will you see my tears. And what can you do anyway if you found me crying? These are my tripl3 play. Hope for closure. You had me on my knees I'd trade you places any day I'd never thought you could be that way I give you everything that I am I'm handin' over everything that I've got 'Cause I wanna have a really true love Don't ever wanna have to go and give you up I thought I was the best thing that ever happened to you I thought you loved me the most

What You Think You Know About Broken Heart

You know the story. A boy met girl, chased her, loved her, ignored her, and they broke up. I've been in that same old story, but always failed to see when did it went wrong. Was that I was that him, was that the timing or we're actually just playing. I never knew until now. The last time he called was to invite me to his wedding, 5 years after I weeping over him for chasing me for no reason, and leaving me when I was madly in love with him. I wasn't ready. I was only twenty. I never am the pretty girl, but boys frequently asking me out. Even I wear my heart on my sleeve, I knew we're only flirting. Whoever falls in love first, lose. Love is addictive. Lovers fail to aware that they've become a junkie. Sometimes it never the person, it was the chemistry in your brain telling your body to crave for your partner. That's when you need a fix. Until one of them decides they wanna quit. You'd think the one who calls it quit wasn't hurt, but they di

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