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if you could see through marketing strategies, you should be able to restrict yourself from buying pointless shit.

you should know that people are buying iPhones not because iPhones is the best smartphones, but it's the coolest.

you should know that people are hanging out at some restaurant, not because the food is nice, but because the atmosphere is nice. the best nasi goreng is nasi goreng tek tek, 7000 rupiah.

you should know that people now listen to some music because of the singer, not the song 

you should know that most of top40s songs sucked, and you should know that if we listen it often enough, we would "think" we like it.

that is how i live my life.

that is why i'm not buying new clothes every six months, or new shoes every three months.

that is why i'm not hanging out every weekend.

that is why i prefer function over form.

that is why i'm staying with my iPhone 4s since 2012.

that is why i'm not buying the whole steve jobs shithousery

i know that a lot of things are actually pointless, but we - humans - cling to it, usually because we identified ourselves with that thing. or because society tells us that it is necessary, and you lot are not smart enough to think for yourself.

a person, is smart. people, are stupid.

if we live in some dystopian world where there is no internet, and we only have one source of information, as i'd like to call it, the past, or order baru if you're Indonesian, i will understand.

but we are fucking not. 

we live in a world where we're practically one click away from this massive library of knowledge.

i mean really huge. and you actually could search anything, from any perspective, and think for youself, you know? like an adult, making your own decision, instead of clinging to the comforting lies.

jackie chan converts to islam? you're just one click away from the truth, but the problem is, people don't want truth, they want comfort. nobody gives a shit about truth in the early Soeharto era, do you know why? because of the comfort government gives us.

but we all human, we are a hedonistic creatures. humans are the only species - other than dolphin - that enjoys sex. we do things because we like it, no matter how great your knowledge about the truth is.

me too.

because i know too damn well, Transformers movie is a walking giant toy commercial.

they made those movies to sell toys.

i know it reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally well.

but i am human, and i am a hedonist creature.

so i gave up my logic, and I AM BUYING THIS SHIT.

Classic car mode with movie style robot mode? i'll take it and go broke for a month.

probably 2 weeks away from arrival, because i'm buying this shit from japan, aka we-don't-care-about-the-price, just-give-us-great-toys nation.

tuh

kegiatan saya akhir-akhir ini adalah freelance nulis artikel di sebuah situs.

artikel yang saya tulis isinya nasihat tentang percintaan.

saya ga percaya apapun yang saya tulis.

i like writing, kalau saya ndak suka nulis, blog ini pasti sudah mati entah sejak kapan. tapi toh blog ini survive sejak 2008, one bruce wayne later, saya masih disini.

tapi menulis apa yang kita ga percaya itu susahnya minta ampun.

saya harus nulis sekian puluh artikel perbulannya, tentang nasihat persahabatan, percintaan dan keluarga.

faktanya, there's nothing new under the sun soal persahabatan, percintaan dan keluarga. layaknya film hollywood, cerita yang ada sekarang hanyalah variasi dari cerita yang dulu.

karena jujur saja saya sudah kehabisan ide nulis soal cinta-cintaan.

sebuah hubungan hanya memiliki dua ujung, antara putus hubungan, atau mati.

Tumben recap

This past few weeks been crazy mate.

Mood seminggu hancur karena manga Your Lie in April tamat, gloriously, dan nostalgia berlebih hasil donlot season 1 digimon.

Tapi fokus ada di Your Lie in April, cerita klise parah tapi eksekusinya sama sekali beda dari yang sebelum2nya.

Yang pasti ini lebih bagus dari semua manga karangan seo kouji digabung - karakter fuuka mati, trus ketemu cewe baru yg mirip trus namanya fuuka juga? Fakyu.

Your Lie in April juga membangkitkan rasa penasaran saya sama musik klasik, yang selama ini cuma berkutat di Moonlight Sonata-nya Beethoven.

Fun fact, kalau lagi bermuram durja, musik klasik lebih ampuh untuk masturbasi rasa, karena ga ada lirik, cuma alunan musik yang menyayat hati.

inconsolable bruh

i can't help but get a little bit melancholic tonight.

out of nowhere i feel this urge to open my old deviantart account, and oh god how passionate I used to be about photography.

i left photography the moment i chose to major in political science.

to be honest, i do still have that fondness about photography, there is something romantic about capturing those moments.

i love the silentness in a picture.

i love the candidness in a picture.

that is why i have these weird, baseless hatred about fashion photography, where the environtment is fully controled.

candid moment is a whole different animal, to find that perfect moment - because a second too fast or a second too late made all the difference - is the most dificult thing about photography.

other than candid photography, i've always loved big picture photography, where i could capture the whole atmosphere.

everybody could take selfie, let alone close up.

fuck midnight, for making me wants to take photography seriously again.

Ya Robb

Kahlil Gibran, panutan kala bermuram durja.

fuck me.

i am reading kahlil gibran's as a way to cope with sadness, which actually breed a greater sadness.

sadness that comes from a realization, that love and relationship are not mutually exclusive.

“It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.”

Kahlil Gibran

love is a burst of emotion, it comes from nothing, suddenly erupting like volcano.

while relationship is a commitment. a commitment we make conciously.

it comes from "long companionship", as gibran said it himself.

because love is a sudden burst of emotion - an eruption - it'll eventually die down. It is a temporary state of emotion, and while the duration varies, the fact that it's temporary won't change.

because love is a sudden burst of emotion, it rarely requited, love rarely works bothways. there is always somebody who falls in love first. there is always someone who loves harder. that's why relationship fails. that's why people are afraid to love.

relationship is a whole different concept. relationship comes with responsibily, there are certain terms and condition one should fulfill to be able to engage a relationship, to be in a successful relationship.

when one failed to fulfill those terms and condition, the relationship - which is actually an unwritten contract to love each other between two person, but a contract nonetheless - will be terminated.

the problem is, people mistook love with comfort that comes from companionship.

while comfort from long companionship is a logical thing - it accumulates with time - love is ilogical.

love delude us all.

ps; this essay is written as the author's way to make sense of his life, because life is stranger than fiction. 

logic and reason is the only thing that is consistent, objective, and (almost, always) certain.

of course we cannot predict something from one particular occurence - in this case, the occurence involved the author. but when it happens all accross the universe, from time to time, it becomes a pattern, and a pattern is almost always right.

and as sherlock holmes said it himself, "Individuals vary, but percentages remain constant."

ps; love and relationship is the best example of "go big or go home". if you succeeds in love and relationship, you will be the happiest person in the world, probably. but when you fail, the pain is unbearable, no painkiller will be able to withstand it. 

and that is exactly why, love is also the best example of "those who are heartless once cared too much".

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saya suka kamen rider

the greatest thing i ever learn in life is how to write, how to translate the abstract idea from you head, into some form of writing. could be an essay, a prose, a story, or even a poem.

the greatest advice i ever get about writing is; be honest, to yourself, and to your art.

lie all you want, but when it comes to art, don't, please don't

thankfully, i learnt about it the easy way, some post-something-in-instagram/path/facebook-hoping-for-a-like way, and when nobody likes your post, you feel dreadful - morose, said o captain my captain, and it's stupid to feel sad because nobody likes your post, but it's the truth, you feel that, i feel it.

from there, i'm making some sort of stupid covenant, with myself; to never post something - either a post in this blog, a tweet, an instagram photos, or a song in path - hoping for a like(s).

because admit it, posting a tweet, an instagram photos, or song in path, is some kind of art - a low end art, nonetheless - it's a way to express yourself, to announce your existence, that you like this thing, that this is me.

and being honest about it is like being honest about your art, about yourself.

it's petty, but it's the best way of living.