Kalau kamu pernah ikut demo, pulang dengan perasaan "ini akan mengubah sesuatu", lalu tiga bulan kemudian semuanya kembali seperti semula, seolah tidak terjadi apa-apa β ππππ πππ πππππ ππππ.
βHal itu dijawab tuntas oleh Zen RS di Diskusi & Peluncuran Buku: Infrastruktur Impunitas (Karya Elizabet F. Draxler).
Ini agak panjang. Tapi setiap bagiannya saling mengunci, dan di akhir, ada satu pertanyaan yang mungkin akan terus mengganggumu setelah selesai membaca.
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I've been tinkering with My optimization model, but then the results came out weird because I forgot to consider one thing: Efficiency.
Now I gotta spend hours rerunning the optimization, sensitivity test, and half the analysis with the modified model that considered EFFICIENCY.
And the same question were asked when their car broke down and person 1 pushes it alone to not tire person 2, when it's late at night and person 2 got carried to bed because they slept on the couch, every day, every week same old question.
Person 1 answered every single one.
I like to think that love looks like this:
Person 1 is carrying person 2 because person 2 decided to wear flipflops on a 20km hike and person 2 asks, "Do you love me or are you pretending?"
Person 1, with a slight annoyance answered, "I love you with all my heart."
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Ya Allah,
Semoga mereka-mereka yang merokok itu ditingkatkan kesadaran terhadap sekitarnya, berkaitan asap, aroma baik rokok nya maupun tubuhnya, sampai ke kesehatannya.
Aamiin
Found a poem carved on a holster of a 1898 Colt Revolver:
"Be not afraid to any man that walks beneath the sky. The big he be or small you be, for I will equalize."
And I guess deep inside, everyone has their own iron, just lost in their own despair
Don't fear expectations
Expectations exist to incite hope
Hope makes you ask for something, want something
How else would you ask for anything other than to pray for it to be real?
Who else to pray, other than almighty God?
Don't lose hope, because it's all we truly have
Pada akhirnya kusadari
Ku cinta kamu seperti rintik hujan pada awannya
Ku cinta kamu seperti tukik pada pesisirnya
Ku cinta kamu seperti embun pagi pada kabutnya
Ku cinta kamu dengan siklusnya
Pun nanti cintaku cintamu terbawa waktu ke bumi lain
Cintamu jadi alasan adanya Aku
Worst feeling:
Late night ride after hanging out, seeing people sitting with friends, couples enjoying the night sky, vendors going home after work, passing through an empty dark alley, those familiar turns along with the memories, and the silence after the engine's off.
Kicau kicau malam berselimut
Disambut pidato si kalut
Semuanya terlelap
Kamar-kamar gelap
Disitulah letak bicaranya
Tentang takut pada sengsara
Pada akhirnya menyengsarakan yang bersahaja
Ketika tak mampu mencegah cemas meraja
If the universe decided you and me a pair
Would we stay because of our will
Or because we're unable to resist fate?
Would love be poetry to the poet
Or would it be something to hate?
When the universe binds us
Would we be willing to choose each other every time?
Been a while
My world felt quite with distant thunder rumbling
I'm worried of the future, but it's okay. Who doesn't?
The past taught me good. She's not my enemy
I may not be the best of all. But I do know I'm wiser than yesterday
No more chasing
No more regret
Only temperance
When you don't wanna sell items that rot in your inventory, not because it's still has its use, but that feeling when you better have them rather than has an empty slot
And here I am with overburdened character and still using items from the tutorial
But this is not about RPGs
Canda tawa dalam petaka
Dipaksakan oleh dewasa
Diharap suatu hari menjadi asli
Setelah berjuang setengah mati
Tak disangka masih rasakan duka
Sedang pada semua Ia lihat suka
Dan Ia termenung dalam sepi
Tak berdaya kehilangan hati
"Titik Hitam"
It's just pixel and blocks
With sounds of dirt and rain
Trickling water by the river bank
Moved by those who sank
Cherry blossoms blown away
Random explosions, far away
Left a hole, but we're still whole
Solid, but said goodbye after all
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I remembered the pink white wool
From the weird sheep we found in the plains
I protested but then went along
It's all prettier at the end, then I just suffer
Simple memories from planks and stones
Had the tiniest bedroom in all the world
But the biggest memory that won't get old