Description : I used to work at TNT Surabaya branch, Indonesia, until last April 2007. I had lovely memory about a nice guy at TNT Germany who always supported our shipments even not related with his KPI. I had good relationship with him even we never mentioned about our personal life. Regularly I sent him email for Christmas greetings, asked halo to him when I long to hear his news and or when I was down due to failed achive targets or due to another matters. I got new spirit everytime I received his email even it was simple and nothing special. I received his picture 3 times but unfortunatelly only 2 in my files and I just sent him 1 pic even it was not really I myself in that picture but all with another colls at office. I must admit I am a little bit coward when he asked me to explain in detail about me to him after I left TNT and not really sure if keeping in touch with him by email is a good idea. I wish the condition was not like this. I wish met him some years..years ago before I got married and had two children. I wish he read this blog one day because I owe him explanation. Anyway I will respect to him and always remember his support and kindness. There are nothing I can do to return all kindness he did to me during working at TNT. Hope God bless him the best future and family
The dream house, looks magnificent and luxury. No love and caring to each other only hussy busy people come and go. Like a palace in the forest, standing big and silent, fulfilled with the best arts, choosy sofa, fragile crystals and many other things not everyone can afford them and a little son hiding in his best corner room. Lonely, sad and worry.
Suddenly the song of betrayal loudly heard and for a while it is not empty….the breaking glasses, loud cries and curses like orchestra of frogs in rainy nights……and then silent again. The couple people go to the court, the war about the house, treasures and the little son being sung again there. Finally, case closed, and the magnificent house in the forest really empty now. Every thing moved out from there and the little son followed one of the separated selfish couple named parent.
Bye…bye, the big gate closed and it is standing alone with nothing inside, only sad stories left like big echo sung by the winner devils…..It sounds not a dream house anymore but the gazebo only.
