Sabtu, 24 Oktober 2015

Ode to my comfort zone

I miss the silent-ness of my room.

I miss people not giving a fuck.

Well i miss actually talking about things other than office drama.

I miss my hometown, i guess? I miss my comfort zone, browsing internet for 8 hours non-stop at comfortable speed.

I miss people actually talk in Bahasa Indonesia.

I just hate the extrovertness in this place, people give a shit about what others do, and comments about it.

I know we have opinion about things, but Jakartans seems able to keep it private, keep the echo chamber going, because honestly? Most of the things are pointless shit that people do because they like it.

I hate the fact that a simple status on your blackberry messenger could ignite some drama, you know? Like what i did in my teen year.

Less developed? Too sociable? I don't know and i don't really care, i guess i just need that little recharging sessions.

Fek i charge my "social battery" for 6 months and it depletes in 2 months, worst battery ever.

And out of loneliness in the middle of less developed region, i ask my close friend to help me find a girlfriend, 2 days after i decided to take master study in finland.

New girlfriend (hopefully) and long distance relationship does not go well together, it's 2008 all over again. 

You know, when i found a girlfriend months before she went to the ol soil of murica.

But who knows, right?

I read too much batman, i got paranoid.


Jumat, 16 Oktober 2015

Nico’s Adventure in Gowa: Journal – 16 October 2015.

The worst thing about working here, in Gowa, is shit internet. Sure they have Wi-Fi, sure most people are connected to internet, but it still miles behind compared to what I usually have and do with internet.

People here only use internet for two things, email for working, and occasional browsing, mainly facebook and news, which is what I used to do, 5 years ago.

My daily usage of internet consist of shitposting on reddit, reading – sometimes irrelevant – news on 20 tabs at the same time, while listening songs on youtube with uTorrent downloading few gigabytes of files in the background. Plus few football match streaming on the weekend.

Compared to that, using internet only for social media and news feels suffocating for me, that and i have to worry about fucking quota. Fucking quota in 2015. Unlimited internet is the future, and according to some people, the future is now. But the facts dictates that the future is still in the future in some places.

For me, internet is a symbol for borderless world. Where i could communicate with other side of the world in real time. Where people could work at company from other country while still living at home, and as long as the government, our government, thinks that internet is unnecessary, Indonesia will always playing catch up with the rest of the world.

I see people being content with the little possession they have here, at first i thought this – the feeling of contentment – is what people are missing in their life, always trying to achieve things, to have more, but then it came to my realizations that these thing that i sometimes hate – always looking up, never feel content – is the fuel to human civilizations.

People here – i guess? – feel content with their life, because they don’t know better. They don’t know that people at other countries could work with 30 paid vacation days per year, and a full year paid maternal leave. They don’t know that you could connect with the rest of the world through internet, real time, eliminating borders.

Here, i’m posting in my blog using my phone as a router, only opening one tab to save quota.
The point is, internet is fucking important.

Internet means millions of information at the tip of your finger, sure it has its weakness, lots of it are hoax and bogus. But still it helps people to be more critical, because they know better, because they are informed. But then again that’s probably the reason why our government gives little to no shit about internet, ignorant people are easier to fool and control.

Just imagine that, that much information at the tip of our fingers. Hell, one website, the holy wikipedia, probably have all the information in the world, it’s basically green lantern’s ring, or mobius’ chair. Well wikipedia doesn’t have Joker’s real name, but that’s another story.

Ps. You all – “you all” my arse, this blog only have 1 regular reader you arse – probably think i’m some kind of internet for all activist – she probably wouldn’t think of that, you pretentious bastard – i’m not, it’s just that my selfish wish coincidentally align with the greater good, which is enough for me.

Honestly, I’m not really missing my home, nor my friends, I rarely miss people, and i think that is a sign of mentally unhealthy person. 

Asking for a help is never a choice for me, i guess that have something to do with my dad’s insistence that i have to be able to do everything alone, from cleaning my own arse to applying for college. That and probably my parents trivializing my mental problem.

But despite my shit personality, friends and families stay, and I cherish them well. But then again staying away from them makes me realize how precious they really are.

That and i realized i really want that Honda CBR 250 R.


Well that and i realized Willa Holland is life.


Sabtu, 03 Oktober 2015

Devvasa

Usia sudah mau 24, tapi saya masih bingung jadi dewasa - kalo kata buku PPKn dulu, sudah jadi "orang" - itu kayak gimana.

Konsensus yang saya dapat adalah menjadi dewasa = bertanggung jawab sama keputusan sendiri, tapi saya merasa menjadi dewasa di budaya timur agak absurd. Ya saya dewasa dalam artian sudah lulus kuliah, sudah kerja, nyicil mobil sendiri, malah bisa udah punya rumah sendiri, tapi orang tua selalu ikut campur.

Saya ga bisa tiba2 pengin kawin sama wanita dari etnis yang orang tua saya ndak suka, meskipun orangnya baiknya minta ampun.


Di budaya timur, seolah-olah orang tua merasa memiliki si anak, macem barang. Di beberapa kasus, jurusan kuliah aja ditentuin orang tua, saya dulu dipaksa masuk IPA waktu SMA, dan saya menurunkan rata2 nilai Fisika saya sedikit biar ga bisa masuk IPA.

Selain intervensi orang tua, yang mbikin saya ga habis pikir soal jadi dewasa itu tuntutan sosial.

Saya dituntut untuk tampil respectable at any given time, meskipun menurut saya pake sepatu other than running shoes buat jalan lebih lama dari 2 jam - average hangout time di mall - itu absurd.

Saya dituntut mencari teman hidup, meskipun saya ngga merasa itu prioritas untuk saat ini.

Semacam ada do's and don't dalam menjadi dewasa.

Memangnya kalo saya sudah 24, dan dirumah selalu ditemani boneka angry bird raxaxa, somehow negating my 24 years worth of experience?