My Partner, My Porty and My Aju
I had a pleasant surprise yesterday and it left a sweet aftertaste. Do you guys remember Aju? The girl that was supposed to be my soulmate? My source of energy?
Well I talked to her again yesterday. And what makes yesterday so special is in the following story.
I came back around 10.30pm to be exact and I was feeling a bit down. The reason being is because of what happened when I was in the lrt. You see, I can only think of two reasons as why a person can feel bad. One, it’s either because they said something wrong or, two, it’s because they like to feel bad. And I do know a couple of people that falls in the second reason. Anyways, I digress. This whole feel bad thing happened while I was on the way back from work with my partner, named Sin. We became partners when both of us were sent to the Young Media Spikes in Bali and our partnership kinda hit it off from there. And while we were there, our eyes were opened up to the world of advertising. Wait, let me rephrase that. Our eyes were open to another world of advertising.
From then on, we decided to work on our porty (portfolio) to assure that both of us can secure a job in the future, in another ad agency (because we hate our current one).
So, from that short little history, our porty is now still works in progress. Yet what really happened in the lrt was a good beginning for both of us to become fully transparent to each other. It is not that we weren’t that transparent in the beginning, but I guess I kinda overlooked this matter.
You see, I thought my partner was lazy and unmotivated because of the bitchings and the whinings in our current agency. So everytime she goes in that mode, I try to divert it by talking about our porty because let’s face it, if we put our mind into something else, the rest do not matter.
Then yesterday, in the lrt, after I passed my stop, after I asked her about a certain work that was still incomplete, she finally gave me the truth – she hates when she’s being rush for a job, especially when she’s doing jobs for people who wants to go for an interview. We argued obviously. And being the self proclaimed motivator I am, I told her that there are times when things are needed to be done quickly because we didn’t manage our time in the beginning. TO be frank, both of us had ample time to finish some of the work for our portfolio, but NOOOOOO, she was always saying that she hadn’t the mood to do so and she’s angry and she’s annoyed.
Reasons ,reasons, reasons. Sagmeister said “ Complaining is Silliy.”
And she has that line post-itted at her imac.
And after a long an exhaustive talk, we finally came to her lrt stop. We said our goodbyes and I gave her a pinch to get her energy upped a bit.
But I felt bad when the train started to move, so I smsed her and said I appreciated her for being transparent and mentioned that our porty was still important. I didn’t want to leave on a sour note.
Then I finally found out the truth why she was acting this way.
She was stressed because she has an exam and an incomplete homework due this month.
I felt even shittier.
I quickly replied and told her to focus on what she has to do and put everything else second. Her education matters than the porty for now.
But I still felt shitty and I needed to talk to someone. At first, I wanted to call Ori but calling Indonesia is too damn expensive. Then I thought maybe I can give my friend Rizal a call, but he would probably be asleep by now. So my last option was to give a call to Jiffy, a good friend of mine.
And of all days, months, years and time, the moment that I needed to talk to someone, Aju was with him when I called.
That was special.
Suddenly, after seeking reassurance from Jiffy that what I did was the right thing for my partner, I talked to Aju afterwards. And we talked. And talked until she said that she’s seen my blog and she liked it. Especially the part about her story (find it out in the archive if you’re interested of reading it. The hint is January 2007).
I was quite shocked to hear this but I’m glad she knows about my blog.
So you see, the moral of this story is simple.
“Education comes first” and “Our first love never dies”.
The End
Well I talked to her again yesterday. And what makes yesterday so special is in the following story.
I came back around 10.30pm to be exact and I was feeling a bit down. The reason being is because of what happened when I was in the lrt. You see, I can only think of two reasons as why a person can feel bad. One, it’s either because they said something wrong or, two, it’s because they like to feel bad. And I do know a couple of people that falls in the second reason. Anyways, I digress. This whole feel bad thing happened while I was on the way back from work with my partner, named Sin. We became partners when both of us were sent to the Young Media Spikes in Bali and our partnership kinda hit it off from there. And while we were there, our eyes were opened up to the world of advertising. Wait, let me rephrase that. Our eyes were open to another world of advertising.
From then on, we decided to work on our porty (portfolio) to assure that both of us can secure a job in the future, in another ad agency (because we hate our current one).
So, from that short little history, our porty is now still works in progress. Yet what really happened in the lrt was a good beginning for both of us to become fully transparent to each other. It is not that we weren’t that transparent in the beginning, but I guess I kinda overlooked this matter.
You see, I thought my partner was lazy and unmotivated because of the bitchings and the whinings in our current agency. So everytime she goes in that mode, I try to divert it by talking about our porty because let’s face it, if we put our mind into something else, the rest do not matter.
Then yesterday, in the lrt, after I passed my stop, after I asked her about a certain work that was still incomplete, she finally gave me the truth – she hates when she’s being rush for a job, especially when she’s doing jobs for people who wants to go for an interview. We argued obviously. And being the self proclaimed motivator I am, I told her that there are times when things are needed to be done quickly because we didn’t manage our time in the beginning. TO be frank, both of us had ample time to finish some of the work for our portfolio, but NOOOOOO, she was always saying that she hadn’t the mood to do so and she’s angry and she’s annoyed.
Reasons ,reasons, reasons. Sagmeister said “ Complaining is Silliy.”
And she has that line post-itted at her imac.
And after a long an exhaustive talk, we finally came to her lrt stop. We said our goodbyes and I gave her a pinch to get her energy upped a bit.
But I felt bad when the train started to move, so I smsed her and said I appreciated her for being transparent and mentioned that our porty was still important. I didn’t want to leave on a sour note.
Then I finally found out the truth why she was acting this way.
She was stressed because she has an exam and an incomplete homework due this month.
I felt even shittier.
I quickly replied and told her to focus on what she has to do and put everything else second. Her education matters than the porty for now.
But I still felt shitty and I needed to talk to someone. At first, I wanted to call Ori but calling Indonesia is too damn expensive. Then I thought maybe I can give my friend Rizal a call, but he would probably be asleep by now. So my last option was to give a call to Jiffy, a good friend of mine.
And of all days, months, years and time, the moment that I needed to talk to someone, Aju was with him when I called.
That was special.
Suddenly, after seeking reassurance from Jiffy that what I did was the right thing for my partner, I talked to Aju afterwards. And we talked. And talked until she said that she’s seen my blog and she liked it. Especially the part about her story (find it out in the archive if you’re interested of reading it. The hint is January 2007).
I was quite shocked to hear this but I’m glad she knows about my blog.
So you see, the moral of this story is simple.
“Education comes first” and “Our first love never dies”.
The End
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